Kissing the Bull (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 16,230
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Meet Wyatt Winston...

Cowboy. Sheriff. Former professional bull rider. And mad as hell.

Enter Baylor Stivers...

City girl. Nurse. Looking for a fresh start. And falling in lust.

Sheriff Wyatt Winston plans on buying the Double R ranch from the elderly owners. But when the land owner's wayward niece comes to town looking for a fresh start, Wyatt sees a potential obstacle in the way of his plans. That obstacle just so happens to be in the form of a sexy, red-headed city girl and Wyatt is suddenly finding it difficult to keep his mind on the task at hand.

Baylor Stivers doesn't know why the tough as nails cowboy is always angry at her and she certainly doesn't need anymore drama now that she's escaped to the calm, picturesque Kentucky horse country. But this young nurse can't keep her eyes off his irresistible hard body, and when a dead body shows up at the ranch, the Sheriff is exactly who she wants by her side and in her bed.

Kissing the Bull (MF)
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Kissing the Bull (MF)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 16,230
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After washing up and taking a much-needed stretch from her long drive, Baylor found herself at the den’s big bay window overlooking the ranch. She caught the sun setting and couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. The red, purple, pink, yellow, and orange was just amazing as it blended into the blue sky. This was a beautiful place and she was glad to be here. She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

“I just hope I can be happy again,” Baylor said out loud to herself, and then turned to head toward the dining room to see if she could help Aunt Mel with supper.

That was when she ran into the hard, muscled chest of a tall cowboy who was propped against the doorframe to the den.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Baylor put her hand over her chest in surprise, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. “You scared the daylights out of me.” She attempted a warm smile at the stranger despite her embarrassment.

He nodded at her but remained silent as he studied her intently with his deep hazel eyes. Baylor found herself gazing into the depths of them and was suddenly at a loss for words.

A jolt of heat and sexual awareness surged through her, making her feel both giddy and stupid at the same time.

Clearing her throat in an attempt to snap herself out of the trance, Baylor extended her hand. “I’m Baylor Stivers.”

He studied her a moment longer and then looked down at her proffered hand. Baylor thought he was going to refuse, but he finally reached out and took her hand firmly in his own.

It seemed weird, but Baylor could have sworn she felt a tingle go up her arm and down her back. She shook her head at the feeling and tried another smile at this man. He didn’t really shake her hand, but only held it in a rigid grasp.

It was warm and she could feel the rough evidence of hard work against her smooth palm. A flicker of an image of that hand rolling her taut nipple into a frenzy made her blush and pull her hand away.

What has gotten into me?

Before she could humiliate herself further, Aunt Melba came to the rescue in a flurry of activity, chattering about dinner being ready.

“Oh good, Baylor, I see you’ve met Wyatt.”

Baylor stuck her hand into the pocket of her jeans and tried to refocus her thoughts out of the adult-rated images she’d just had about this complete stranger.

“Well, sort of…” She looked back up at Wyatt, who was still gazing at her with the same straight-faced intensity. She’d noticed how his eyes had never wavered or left her face, even when Aunt Melba had entered the room.

Baylor knew she was being studied, observed, and sized up. Almost as if he saw her as competition.

She shrugged off the thought. He was probably just trying to figure out how long it would take before he could get into her pants.

And if my own fantasies are any indication, it won’t be long.

Blushing again at her explicit mental confession, Baylor turned and followed her aunt into the dining room. She had to put some distance between herself and this man.

But as she left, she allowed one more quick peek backward. He was still surveying her calmly, and the look on his face wasn’t one of kindness.


She took a bread basket out of her aunt’s hand as Melba was bringing the last of the dishes out of the kitchen to the table.

“Mel, let me help you with those.” Baylor set the bread on the table and then turned toward the kitchen to see what else needed to be served.

“Oh it’s all here, dear. You just sit down and relax.”

Baylor took her seat at the table and found herself right across from the man her aunt had introduced as Wyatt. He was still eyeballing her, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to withstand his penetrating stare for much longer.

Uncle Duane started serving up his plate with heaps of corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, and roast beef. He had his napkin tucked under his chin and his eyes were gleaming with merriment.

Baylor couldn’t help but grin at him as he handed her the bowl of corn. Anything was a welcome distraction from the uncomfortable scrutiny of the man across the table.

“We are so happy to have you here, peanut. You don’t worry about a thing. You’ll be right at home in no time.”

“Oh, thanks so much for letting me stay here, Uncle Duane. It really means a lot to me.” Baylor found herself unexpectedly choked up with emotion.

“Oh, you’re most welcome, and Wyatt here will introduce you to the guys tomorrow and show you around. Isn’t that right, Wyatt?”

Baylor looked up at Wyatt, and he gave her a small smile as he spoke his first words of the evening in her presence. “Don’t you worry, Duane. I’ll take extra special care of peanut.”

Baylor’s face flushed as his sexy voice rattled off her childhood nickname.

Despite her best intentions, her treacherous eyes betrayed her by seeking out the source of her embarrassment once again. That was when he winked at her.

Good Lord, I’ll never make it through this dinner with that man across from me.

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