a book in The Hussies series.
Sin in jeans. If ever a cowboy fit that description, it's Tyler Austin. 'Cept this is no "boy". Ty's all man, and sexy as sin from his gorgeous eyes to his large...feet. To hell with the business Dale's in town for--she's itching to ride him from the moment she claps eyes on him.
Dale's past the age of quick flings or one-night stands, but the rugged cowboy has Dale two-stepping a mind change quicker than a gal can say "let's ride". And ride her he does--all night long.
But Dale's there to see a man about a horse. Getting sidetracked by this hunky cowboy is only temporary. Until fate throws them together--in more ways than one.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Sin in Jeans by Ciana Stone
Ty could almost see the wheels turning in Dale's head. She was skittish when it came to men. Probably because she'd been burned twice. And maybe because while she could talk the talk, she really didn't walk the walk too well. Teasing and flirting seemed to come natural. But letting things progress beyond a flirtation with a stranger over a beer and burgers was something he wasn't sure she was prepared for.
However, he wanted to find out. And that was curious. She was a looker. No doubt of that. But he'd had his share of pretty women, and the old saying about beauty only being skin deep was truer than folks realized. So it couldn't be just her looks that got to him. Hell, if it was just looks he was after, he could skedaddle over to Rebecca's and have a romp. Not a real good one, but it'd be enough to take the edge off that fever that was starting to make the crotch of his jeans feel too tight and his fingers itch to tangle in Dale's hair.
But he didn't want Rebecca. He wanted the woman sitting across from him. The woman he knew nothing about except the fact that the way she looked at him made him want to be out of the bar and between her legs.
And what did he have to lose by testing the water to see if she'd swim?
"So, Dale, what kinda plans you got for later on?"
"Bed," she said without hesitation, her eyes glued to him.
"If I was smart, yes."
"And are you smart?"
"I'd like to think so, but the truth is, right now my brain isn't really in control, Ty."
"So what we gonna do about that, baby?"
"I don't know."
"Then who does?"
She shrugged and propped her forearms on the table to lean a little toward him. "Look, we're strangers and probably won't ever see each other after tonight, but still, I don't believe in lying, so I'm gonna give it to you straight. You're walking sin, Ty, and that's no bull. Long and lean and muscles in all the right places. Right now I'd give up that burger even though I'm hungry enough to eat the south end of a northbound cow and drag you out to my truck and have at it.
"But," she paused, "I am smart enough to know that you and I know nothing about each other and it's damn stupid for a woman to trust a stranger, so I'm a little hesitant to act on my wants."
He hadn't expected truth and was a little taken aback. She out and out admitted that she wanted him but didn't trust him as far as she could toss him.
"You do shoot straight, don't you, Dale?"
"Is there any other way?"
"No. And I admire that. It's smart. We are strangers and for all you know I could be the kind of man who'd sooner beat the shit out of a woman as love her."
"But?" she asked with a sly smile that had his pulse hammering.
"But...well, I guess you could take my phone and poll all the ladies in my address book for references."
"And just what would they have to say, Ty?"
"That if you're looking for happily ever after, don't look at me. I don't like to shop. I'm not gonna spend two hundred dollars on dinner and if you think for one red-hot second that I'm gonna take ballroom dance classes then you need to have your head checked."
"Hmmm, well, since I'm not looking for any of those things, what could they tell me about what kind of lover you are, Ty?"
"That would depend on who you talk to."
He leaned forward, taking one of her hands in his. "That when it comes to loving a woman, I do my damn best to give her what she wants and how she wants it."
"Well now, that's high praise," she said in a slightly huskier tone.