[Siren Classic: Erotic Cowboy Interracial Romance]
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?
"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~
A Siren Erotic Romance
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
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.”