ONE TOUGH HOMBRE by Cerise DeLand

ONE TOUGH HOMBRE by Cerise DeLand

Tough Texas Hombres, Book 1

Texas Ranger Dane Masters wants a piece of luscious bakery shop owner Kandy Brunner, but will his desire for sweet Kandy kill this tough hombre?

Texas Ranger Dane Masters is one tough hombre with a hankering to sample the town's luscious bakery shop owner. Problem is, Kandy Brunner doesn't have affairs. She only chooses wisely, then weds. But her three husbands have died soon after marrying her.

So when Dane gets a hot taste of her spicy body one morning in her shop, he asks himself how far will he go to get her in his bed - and how long will she stay when he shows her his need for more than plain vanilla lovin'?

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Excerpt From: One Tough Hombre


Dane Masters had locked up his share of criminals. For more than five years as a Texas Ranger, he’d put away countless murderers, smugglers, drug mules and just general idiots.

But the person who killed him, robbed him of breath and made his cock sit up and twitch was one sweet trick who owned this bakery and the God-awful, dead–to–rights name of Kandy.

Dane leant on the counter, took a drink of his coffee and glanced at her once more. With her bra–tight pink t–shirt and ass–hugging jeans, Kandy Wilcox Dayton Harris Brunner fiddled with the strings of her big white apron and laughed with four customers in one of the booths. Clapping her hands in delight and tossing that curly platinum pony tail, she was a sight for sore eyes. Plus too damn many men here in Kandy’s Cup of Sugar were trying to keep theirs in their heads just gazing at her.

Married three times now, Kandy was racking up more husbands—and more widowhoods—than Scarlett O’Hara. The belle of Brewster County had been a buxom blonde beauty even when she was in high school. The term ‘jail bait’, locals agreed, had been invented for the fun–loving female for whom every man in town had a perpetual hard–on. Dane remembered her then, all creamy skin and dewy bluebonnet eyes, big nipples that made your mouth water and legs that went from the toes of her knee–high boots to a lush set of hips.

Now? Hell, at almost twenty-eight, she was ripe as a Hill Country peach. If he could get his hands on her, her breasts would spill over his palms. Her hips, a bit broader from age but no babies, would be easy to hang on to. And her thighs? He told himself he was gonna spread those shapely things soon or commit murder.

Problem was, luscious Kandy loved men. No, she wasn’t a slut, but a good girl who took a man to her bed—then made damn sure he married her. Kept him very happy. Then killed each one, metaphorically speaking, with her good lovin’. So now she had a reputation as a woman no single man could resist. A woman who liked her men domesticated, hard–working, coming home to her at night where she thrilled them in their big broad bed. Then the next morning at four when she awoke to tend to her bakery, she’d get them up—probably in the best sense of that phrase—to face a new day.

Soon after marrying her, though, each man dropped stone dead.

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BETTER WITH AGE by Beth Wylde

BETTER WITH AGE by Beth Wylde

Olivia and Aleesha were best friends who fell in love, until discovery of their blossoming relationship by Olivia’s mother tore them apart. Now, almost twenty years later, Olivia and Aleesha accidentally find one another again. The chemistry between them is still there but twenty years is a long time for unrequited love to survive.

The decision they face is a tough one. Will their memories be enough to sustain them or should they risk it all and try again? Second chances are rare, but this story is proof they do happen and love really can get Better With Age.

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.



She laughed and I couldn’t help but blush under her heated gaze. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She paused for a moment before continuing, her face growing suddenly serious. “Would it be okay if I called you?”

I felt the grin on my face before I could stop it. “Yes, please.” I took the receipt in my hand and spread it on top of the box, digging frantically through my purse for something to write with, even though I knew the chances of finding anything in it I needed were pitiful, to say the least.

Aleesha came to my rescue, holding out a pen in front of me she’d produced from her pocket. “Here. It looks like you’re still horribly unorganized.”

“What do you mean, still?”

“You could never find anything in any of your bags at school. I was always afraid to look inside your backpack for fear something might spring out and bite me. You need someone to help you put things in order.”

The thought that she might be the one to stick around and help me sent a secret thrill down my spine. I’d missed her presence in my life so much. To hell with what my family thought. After Dillon’s disappearance, they’d cut me out of their lives anyway, citing my lack of commitment and the fact that unwed mothers were frowned on in the church. I did the best I could to raise Felicity on my own. We didn’t have a lot of money but we had love, and that was more than what most people got in a lifetime.

I scribbled my numbers on the scrap of paper. “The top number is my home and the bottom is my cell. You’re more likely to get me on my cell phone. My job keeps me out in the field a lot more now that Felicity is grown.”

She nodded and tucked the piece of paper and pen back in the front pocket of her apron, simultaneously producing the keys to unlock the door for me. She held it open and walked me out to my car, seemingly unwilling to leave my side after we’d gotten back in touch after so long. I felt the same way. “What do you do now?”

“I sell insurance. Life, health, car, dental. You name it and I can write you a policy for it. It pays well and I was able to do a lot of the work from home while Felicity was little, plus I got free insurance on everything as one of the perks. Believe me, single moms with kids need all types of insurance.” I had a sudden thought. “Do you have kids?”

She waited until I dug my cars keys out of my pocket before taking them and opening the driver’s side door for me. I leaned in and put the cake down on the passenger seat, hating the thought of separating now that we’d found each other again.

Aleesha seemed just as reluctant, which made me feel marginally better. “No, I never married or had kids. I never found the right person to settle down with.” She paused and looked directly into my eyes. “Nobody came close to you and what I felt for you. Nobody could.”

I was going to cry, I just knew it. “Oh, God. I was so stupid to leave.”

She patted me on my shoulder and pointed toward the cake resting on the seat. “You’d better get that home to your girl before the frosting starts to melt.” She touched her pocket where my number rested securely inside. “You can be sure you’ll hear from me soon.”

I nodded, unable to speak through the lump in my throat as I got into the van. She shut the door for me and I rolled down the window after I cranked the car. She leaned in, our faces so close our noses almost touched. “Can I ask you one favor before you go?”

I whispered in reply. “Yes.”

She looked down at my mouth and ran her tongue across her lips. I got hot all over. “I want to kiss you. It’s been so long and I’ve dreamt of this day for ages. Can I kiss you? Please?”

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