COWBOY PASSIONS, PRIMAL NEEDS, AND UNFATHOMABLE PLEASURES...

Curvy and sheltered Nellie Sherwood's been dreaming about one impossible man her whole life. Too bad the big bad cowboy who makes every woman in the county swoon wouldn't ever go for a voluptuous lady like her. Then one day at the rodeo Nellie literally collides with him, and all her hottest dreams begin to come true...

There's more to Clay Samuels than rodeos, rock hard muscles, and wicked tattoos. This bad boy rancher isn't the womanizing powder keg everybody thinks. Clay's secretly consumed with a desire to rustle up a bride and settle down, offering endless sparks between the sheets to any woman who'll give him the heirs he desires.

One shocking night beneath the fireworks with Nellie gives Clay a taste he'll never forget. He vows to claim her as his with a ring on her finger and a baby inside her, and nothing's gonna stop him � not even Nellie's wealthy upbringing and heart wrenching obligations.

Will she yield to the cowboy's seething passion, or will old doubts and scheming outsiders tear them apart?

Word count: 17,000+ word erotic romance story.

EXCERPT

�Come on up here, baby. I don't bite until I'm balls deep. Promise.�

I jumped on the truck. Something like a fever rushed through every part of me, making me sweaty and tingling numb with excitement.

This was going to be the greatest night of my life, or else my biggest mistake. Maybe both.

Whatever the hell it was, there was no turning back. Not the instant I hooked my arms around his big neck, pushing my jeans against his.

I'd never been face to face with a man like this before. Clay wrapped his hands on my lower back. He slowly shifted them up, his eyes warming as he gazed at me the entire time, feeling my warmth in the tips of his fingers.

Then his powerful face moved closer. I froze, crackling at the sensations he swirled along my bare flesh, crawling up underneath my shirt.

His lips lined up perfectly with mine. At the last second, I tipped my head, open and ready.

Kissing Clay was nothing like the rare awkward kisses I'd shared with boys over the years. This was a man's kiss, strong and decisive, hungry and filled with fire.

Heat exploded through me. I moaned into his mouth and blushed, losing control, losing myself in this kiss.

I still couldn't believe it. Clay Samuels' sweet mouth was actually on mine.

It didn't seem possible.

But the way he kissed, spreading my lips with his tongue and exploring my mouth, left no room for doubt.

This was real, sensual, and hot as lightning. His lips spoke to me in a language of pure passion, telling me my body had a new master, a fresh muse, and he wouldn't be satisfied until I surrendered everything.

Especially when he sucked at my bottom lip, raking his teeth across it. His tongue probed deeper, its wider part stroking at my soft lips, moving perfectly and rhythmically.

I lost my breath. My body stiffened in his arms. My nipples were hard as spring buds against his chest, and the heat went straight to my throbbing sex. Muscles deep inside me clenched, unfurling slick and warm, waiting for this big, tattooed beast to pillage my virgin flesh...