Rough and Ready
Undercover D.E.A. agent, Hollis McAllister, has learned to guard his
secrets well. People close to him are always in danger, and he's never in
one place for long. Those are two good reasons not to fall in love. Too bad
he slipped up and fell for Taima Everhart when he infiltrated the biggest
drug operation in the Southwest.
Drug lord, Marques Santiago sniffs out Hollis. With his cover compromised
and local police on the wrong side of the law, Hollis leaves before he has a
chance to give Taima an explanation. She hunts him down, but she's not the
only one who wants him dead.
Cornered, Taima and Hollis must fight for their lives. She can play
rough, but when it comes to Hollis McAllister is she ready to play for
keeps?
Genre: Interracial Erotic Romance
Length: 13,500 words
"I wanted to write a heroine who was sexy but tough, and she
needed a hero fearless enough to handle her.
Rough & Ready was really fun to
write. It's packed full of action and adrenaline-fueled sex. For me, the
characters feel like real people with real fears, real troubles, and real
emotions. I hope you enjoy their story."
~Wendi~ |
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ROUGH AND READY
ISBN: 1-60601-030-1
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REVIEWS
for Rough and Ready
 5 Cherries: "Rough and
Ready is a short story that has it all—intrigue,
adventure, and passion.
The pacing of this short story is amazing. I was given
just enough information at just the right
time to keep me captivated and begging for
more about these two complex characters.
The fiery passion between Hollis and Taima
is explosive and adds so much to the
intrigue of their adventure. I highly
recommend this tale and I will be reading
more by Wendi Darlin."
—Chamomile, Whipped Cream
EXCERPT
The hair on Hollis’ forearms stood on end. Taima gave off more current
than a cattle prod. He figured she was still a good four paces
back, moving without a whisper.
“’Bout time you quit hiding.” He didn’t turn around, but in his mind,
she stopped in her tracks, surprised.
An arm circled his neck and jerked him back. An elbow pressed his
sternum, and in the corner of his eye a steel blade flashed in
the moonlight. His words hadn’t stalled her, and she had been
closer than he thought. He should’ve expected as much.
His Adam’s apple moved over the smooth crook of her arm. Now wasn’t the
time to fight back. She was stronger than he had given her
credit for, and smelled like she’d rolled in a patch of
lavender. A curtain of straight black hair grazed the side of
his face and spilled onto his chest.
“Did you think you were gonna run off that easy? That I couldn’t find
you?” Her breath was hot on his ear, and every word was seeped
in raw rage. She jerked her arm tighter around his neck, cutting
off his windpipe.
Hollis tossed his own knife to the ground and grabbed her wrist hard
enough to force her hand open. Her weapon fell from her grasp
and she swore.
He flung her forward, over his shoulder. And held her when she landed
squarely in his lap. Fire shot out of her black eyes, and the
moon bounced off the brown skin stretched across her high
cheekbones.
“You’re not on the reservation anymore. Pulling a knife on a man will
land you in jail. Or in the grave.”
“That’s obviously a chance I’m willing to take.” Taima jerked her wrist
free and struggled to get up.
He held her fast. With one arm around her waist, he caught her head in
his hand and gripped the thick mass of silky hair. With an
almost gentle tug, he pulled her head back. Her nostrils flared.
Her hot breath fanned across his face, and a wild desperate look
filled her eyes. She might want to kill him, but she’d be just
as willing to fuck him first.
“You like playing rough, don’t you?” He dipped his head to nip at one of
the nipples straining against her thin flannel shirt.
She let out a yelp, but arched her back, begging for more.
“It’s too bad you don’t like me anymore.” Hollis lifted her off him and
deposited her onto the ground. He clamped her wrists in his
hands and stretched himself above her. Her chest rose and fell
in an exaggerated rhythm. And his dick put up a fight against
his worn out Levi’s.
“I hate you.” She groaned. The pulse in her neck pounded and her tongue
darted out to wet her full rosy lips. He bent for her neck, and
she turned her head giving him access. His hat tipped and fell
off his head, landing on the ground beside them.
“I told you I didn’t do it.” He moved to taste her chest. “You believe
me or you would’ve tried harder to kill me.” His mouth moved
along her open neckline and his nose nudged the flannel aside
enough to expose a soft pillow of light cinnamon flesh. No bra
to hide the dark brown areola, puckered and covered with goose
bumps. Another nudge against her shirt and a rigid nipple sprang
free.
Hollis wasted no time sucking her needy peak into his mouth. With every
rake of his tongue her breath came harder, and her body
squirmed. He’d be willing to bet she was slicker than a mud
trail. And she was a hell of a lot more fun to roll around in.
“Couldn’t stand to see me go, could ya?” He pulled her hands together
and freed one of his own.
“I came after my horse.” She wasn’t about to give him anything more than
he deserved. He could count on that.
Hollis chuckled to himself. He could feel her energy, pent up
and squirming beneath him, anger that would turn to passion in a
heartbeat. “I just borrowed Old Mabry. And you know it.” He blew
a warm breath over her nipple. “I don’t think it was the horse
you came after. And until you tell me I’m innocent, you ain’t
getting him or me.”
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