Logan's Lessons (MF)

Sunset Cowboys 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,749
28 Ratings (3.9)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Cowboy Romance]

Jaelynn-Sue Murphy has a dilemma and less than a week to find the solution. Little does she realize her answer is dancing in front of her, clad in drool-worthy Wranglers and cowboy boots, doing a bump and grind that sends her hormones on a bucking ride to Happy Land.

Teaching line dancing to a barroom of eager couples isn't the way Logan Cartwright planned to spend his evenings. An ailing father, family obligations at the ranch, and a failed engagement landed him on the dance floor at the Double Horn Saloon. Funny thing is he enjoys the hell out of it! He has a real talent for taking old line dancing favorites, sexing them up, and turning them hot, hot, hot. When his dream cowgirl saunters into Sunset, his brain conjures up all sorts of lessons he can't wait to teach her, including how to stay in his life forever.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Logan's Lessons (MF)
28 Ratings (3.9)

Logan's Lessons (MF)

Sunset Cowboys 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,749
28 Ratings (3.9)
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Barefoot Okie
Oh, Ms Ramagos, you give us such good stories!! We all love gorgeous cowboys with all their muscles and mysterious glances and those Stetsons pulled low over their eyes. But when you find one that can really do the moves on the dance floor: best ever, I say! This is a delightful novella about one of rodeo's most successful women who has sacrificed her personal life for achieving her rodeo dream. Now her father, himself a former champion, has suffered his third stroke, and Jaelynn-Sue is looking at the end of all that makes her heart beat faster--with the exception, of course, of that smooth-moving cowboy who is teaching line dancing for couples. When their mutual attraction blazes hot, hotter, hottest, the future poses some bumpy places in the road to happiness. In true Ramagos style, the story keeps the reader pasted to the page until the last word. Another truly terrific read from an author that never fails to please!
Dr. J
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4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "At first, I thought, oh, this was going to be a book mostly about sex and nothing much more. Boy was I wrong. This book held a passion that would make a grown man or woman cry. This story shows the heart of family; what one has to give up for family. Only in the end to find where you are is exactly where you want to be. The hero and heroine in this book are two very strong characters. Jaelynn is a woman with strength, and the need to be loved by the right man. I like that fact that Jaelynn had her own bumps in the road. This made her more real to the reader. Logan is the male presence in this book. He will hold you captive with his good cowboy nature, and stir your body with his passion. I really liked the feel of Logan's character. His story comes through strong but not overwhelming. Logan's Lessons, book two in the Sunset Cowboy series, is a story filled with a lot of heart. Come read Logan and Jaelynn's story and see if Logan can lasso Jaelynn's heart. Or will Jaelynn show this cowboy he's not the only one who knows how to work a lasso? Tonya Ramagos is sugar and spice and everything oh so naughty. She writes with a HOT pen that will leave her readers breathless." -- Deb, Dark Diva Reviews

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Jaelynn stood on the edge of the dance floor with Logan and watched as a dozen or more couples shuffled, stomped, and stepped their way across the varnished oak. A DJ had taken up post on a platform to the left of the dance floor shortly after Logan's classes ended and immediately began playing song after song of the most popular country and western music of the decades. Billy Ray Cyrus and his soothing twang blared through the speakers now, wondering where he would live when he got home.

Beside her, Logan squeezed her hand in one of his and slipped his free arm around her waist. He leaned close at her ear, his breath an intoxicating warmth on her flesh as he spoke. "Step to the right, slide the left foot over to touch, another step to the right, another slide, then turn and stomp."

"It's the C. C. Shuffle," she told him and delighted in the surprise that shifted through his eyes. "With the added turn and stomp at the end and all the…" She wiggled her hips and bit the inside of her cheek as the surprise morphed to a desire so instant and potent she felt it all the way to her booted toes. Christ, the man was danger incarnate; dangerous good looks, dangerous body, and an even more dangerous gleam of undiluted male guarantee in his eyes.

"Want to try that with a partner now?" he asked gruffly.

"Only if you promise not to laugh. I've been told I have two left feet. The expression doesn't only apply to men, you know?" She let him lead her to the center of the dance floor and let out an undignified squeak when he caught her hand, spun her around and yanked her back, her front slamming into his.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, his lips brushing her ear lobe. "I teach dance, remember. Believe me, I run across my share of women with two left feet." He started to move, a step to the right, a slide of his left foot, and a repeat of the same. "Just follow my lead."

It seemed awkward at first, doing a dance originally choreographed to be done solo in a single file line. Her steps were actually backward to coincide with his, but the way his body moved against hers, the way he'd bent his knees to bring their groins in perfect alignment for grinding drove her to near orgasm.

"You're doing good." His hands traveled from her hips to her behind, molding to her ass and drawing her closer still.

Her arms were around his shoulders, and she delved her fingers into the hairs at his nape, reveling in the feel of the silky strands. He moaned in her ear, a low grumbling sound that vibrated straight to her center and herded her one gallop closer to release.

Good. He thought she was doing good? He wanted good? She'd give him great. Her feet might have trouble keeping step but she'd never been told her hips possessed a problem.

Jaelynn arched her lower body into him, extending a leg around his as they started the next sequences and grinding her pussy against his thigh.

"Sweet Jesus," he growled, his hands squeezing her ass as he swayed with her, as the heat between them built to boiling.

"Am I doing better now?" Jaelynn teased and added an extra gyration to the turn that rubbed his cock into her heated core at such a perfect moment he would've been inside her sopping channel if not for the barrier of their jeans.

He lifted his head and looked down at her. His eyes grew heavy-lidded, their once milky brown now the color of a Dove double dark chocolate bar. "Sweet thang, you get any better at this and I'm going to want to have my way with you tonight."

"What? You don't want to yet?" She flattened her hands on his broad shoulders and let them travel down his biceps. He was solid muscle beneath her palms. All she could think about in that moment was getting the blasted shirt off of him. She wanted to be skin-to-skin with this man tonight. Now. Forget that she'd just met him. Forget that every fiber of her being screamed at her not to give into the purely carnal urge to fuck. Forget that she'd held herself in check for so very long. She wanted, and nothing had ever stopped her from taking what she wanted in the past. Why let anything start now?

"Oh, I want, babe. I want to take you somewhere and change this vertical dance we're doing to the horizontal mambo."

Jaelynn laughed. "Can you mambo?"

Amusement swam into his gaze. "I can. I bet I can even adapt it to suit."

"You mean you haven't yet?"

"Not that particular one. You'd be a first."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

He sighed, and there was so much agony in the sound her heart actually ached for him. "My place isn't exactly private right now. Unless you're into exhibitionism, then it might be right up your alley. I'm all for kinky now and then, but an audience of family members won't make it easy to get my rocks off." He winced. "Crudely speaking."

"I'll take privacy," Jaelynn stopped dancing. She'd let her hands move between them, her palms skimming over his chest, down his abdomen, his stomach. Christ on a pogo stick, there wasn't an ounce of fat on this man. She licked her lips, her mouth watering, her tongue aching to follow the same path as her hands only lower to feast on his impressive cock. "Like the kind we'll find at my trailer on the rodeo grounds."

He stepped back, his hands moving once again to her hips and holding her at arm's length. The song ended and another began, but he didn't seem to notice. His gaze remained totally focused on her and full of intense concentration.  "Are you sure?"

Jaelynn took his hands in hers, all but prying them from her hips and closed the distance he'd put between them. She rose to her toes and leaned in at his ear. "Positive." She licked his lobe and delighted in the tremor that caused his body to slither against her. "Come have your way with me, Mr. Cartwright. I need a few," she sucked his lobe between her teeth, "private lessons."


"I've never stripped for anyone like this before." Her voice took on the tone of smooth Southern honey, and he felt himself drowning in the sticky sweet essence. "I thought you should know that."

Logan gulped, his gaze following her fingers as they dipped inside the lace, traveled along the front edge and then eased it down to reveal more wickedly tempting flesh. "I'm honored to be the first."

Her head came up, and she met his gaze, a world of emotions swirling in the depths of her eyes. "You know, Mr. Cartwright, I'm inclined to believe you mean that."

"Oh, baby, I do."

She peeled her panties down her hips and thighs.

Logan's breath came out on a whoosh. "Sweet Heaven." He actually felt faint as his gaze landed on the smooth bare flesh of her pussy. Not a single hair covered her pouty lips. His concerns shifted as did what he wanted. "Kick off those boots and jeans and come to me, darlin'."

He moved to the padded bench seat sofa but didn't sit down. Instead, he waited for her to join him and then yanked her into his arms.

He took her mouth in a kiss that was savage and hungry, a primal demand that poured from his body without any thought of holding back. He needed to taste her, had to, or he would go mad from the desire. But her mouth wasn't the only thing he needed to feed from. His hands moved to her sides, guiding her down to sit on the edge of the sofa. He kneeled in front of her.

"Spread your legs for me, sugar. It's my turn to taste."

The sounds she made, soft little whimpering sounds of unadulterated pleasure, as his mouth closed over the tender flesh of her pussy went straight to his head…both of them. His mind scrambled, and his cock gave a spasm just this side of pain. He ignored both in favor of the best delicacy he'd ever tasted. "So warm," he whispered against her folds. "So wet. Jesus, sweetheart, you're nearly dripping with it. I have to taste it. I have to drink."


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Like she had any intentions of stopping him. Hell, no. Jaelynn's head fell back on the sofa, her hands finding purchase in his hair as his tongue slipped between her sodden folds. It felt like a feather gliding over the most sensitive flesh of her body, his tongue a silky strip of warmth to her already flaming need.

Her hips came off the sofa at the first plunge of his tongue into her aching channel. "Logan!" His name felt wrenched from her throat as the onslaught of rapturous pleasure swamped her. Her legs attempted to close around his face of their own accord, but he put his palms on her inner thighs and held them spread as he worked the tender flesh of her inner channel. His tongue thrust inside her, circling, lapping, and drinking at her juices even as his actions caused her body to produce more.

He angled his shoulders between her thighs, using them to hold her legs open as his hands joined his tongue. He found the swollen bud of her clit with the pad of his thumb, circling it in a pressured massage that nearly made her come. She was close, so very close, but she didn't want it to end yet.

"Please." Her shameless plea came on breathless cry.

He drew back only enough to catch one of her pussy lips between his lips, the delicate nip an erotic slice of ecstasy. "You taste so good, so thick and sweet. Come for me, Jaelynn."

"No," she gasped as he drove his tongue inside her opening. "I want you inside me when I come."

"Oh, baby, I will be." He leaned back, his lips set in a cocky smirk even as he replaced his tongue in her channel with two fingers. She writhed against his hand. "Do you think I'm only good for one time, one orgasm?"

Jaelynn didn't say anything to that. He wouldn't be the first man she'd had sex with who'd only shown her one release. Hell, sometimes if she achieved even that she considered herself lucky.

She would be lucky with Logan Cartwright. She'd known it almost the moment he first touched her. The way her body responded to the simplest brush of his cock against her thigh back at the bar had barely fallen short of full-blown orgasmic bliss. Pleasure stood now only a lick away, and the foggy gleam of sexual awareness in his eyes promised it wouldn't be the last.

"You better not be," she finally told him and watched his too sexy glistening lips curve into an amused grin. He stole what remained of her breath with a movement of the two fingers still inside her and sent her galloping through the surf of a vicious orgasmic ocean. She came in a blinding rush, her hands balling into fists, one in the sofa cover and the other in his hair. The release ruled her body, the pleasure tearing out of her in spasm after spasm of white-hot relief.

"That's it, darlin'. Jesus, that's amazing."

Somewhere among the ringing in her ears, Jaelynn heard his quiet voice, caught the amazement mixing with the desire in his tone. Then she felt his lips on her once more, closing over her pussy, his tongue dipping between her pulsing folds to join his fingers in a drinking dance that gave her insurmountable ecstasy. Slurping sounds permeated the air, mingling with the cries slipping from her throat, drawing low guttural groans of male appreciation from him as he devoured her, drank her dry.

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