TRENT AND TREY by Harper Jewel

TRENT AND TREY by Harper Jewel

Inked Heat Series Book 2

Running from a dark past, Cassie St. Cloud wonders if it’s even possible to escape her worst nightmares.  Regardless, the fiery redhead refuses to be a victim and does just that.  While secrecy is key to her survival, Cassie inadvertently finds herself squashed inside a triangle of lust, threatening to expose her darkest desires.

Sexy brothers, Trent and Trey Buchanan, own the hottest Tattoo Parlor and Ranch in town.  Kings of their own castles, both are pleasantly shocked when a tiny female brings them to their knees.

A silent enemy looms in the back, waiting for the right moment to strike.  When things take an unexpected turn for the worse, dark secrets and an unforgiving past force Trent, Trey, and Cassie into running for their lives....

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~Excerpt~

Taking a deep breath before she entered the shop, jingling bells greeted her when she gave the door a shove. The place looked like neat and tidy with binders on some shelves that covered a portion of one wall, a comfortable leather couch, and three leather armchairs placed around a polished oak table that looked handmade. Her courage began to falter a bit when she spotted no one about. Too timid to call out, she turned on her heels ready to leave when a deep masculine voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Can I help you, Little Filly? Please tell me you weren’t planning on leaving so soon?

Cassie had to clench her jaw to prevent it from hitting the floor when she spun back around to find a six-foot-five-inch, mouthwatering piece of yummy goodness standing in the opening to what must be the workroom or a storeroom. Ice blue eyes peered at her from underneath a white Stetson. From what she could tell, he had a blond buzz cut underneath the hat. A white leather vest barely covered a well-defined muscular chest. His left arm had a brown, black and tan snake winding around it from his wrist up to his shoulder. Through the wide gap in the front of the vest, she could just make out the head of the fanged creature covering his left pectoral, its jaws open about to swallow a red apple dangling from a branch. What looked like a snorting black bull being ridden by a cowboy dressed all in black was placed on his right pec, the bull’s back legs raised off the dusty ground finishing on his right shoulder. The hunky male’s right bicep held a tat of a western desperado with a long flowing leather duster open to show a string of extra ammunition for the long barreled rifle he held in his grip.

As he moved forward, Cassie spotted what looked like the head of a deadly looking scorpion just above the waistband of his low-slung jeans. Her vivid imagination began to paint a picture of what the rest of the venomous creature looked like and where it ended. The male’s sexy look was finished off with a pair of scuffed, tan lizard-skin boots.

Shaking her head, she brought herself out of her perusal, trying to hide her embarrassment at being caught ogling. “Yes…I mean no…” Licking her dry lips, she finally gave him an answer that sounded a bit more intelligent. “Yes, you can help me. No, I wasn’t planning on leaving. I was simply going to open and close the door again hoping the bells would bring someone round.”

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on leaving, and I’ll be glad to help you.” Extending his hand in greeting, his palm engulfed her smaller one as he gave it a firm shake. “Trent Buchanan. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Now, how can I assist you?”

“Cassie St. Cloud.” When his hand swallowed hers, a slight zing ran up her arm, making her shiver as all sorts of jumbled emotions ran through her mind—instant attraction, nervousness at his overpowering size, and awe for the ink work that she could see. “I’d like to get a tattoo. My friend, Marcy Belamy, recommended your shop.”

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COWBOY OUTCASTS by Stacey Espino

COWBOY OUTCASTS by Stacey Espino

Callum O'Shea has segregated himself from a world that rejected him since childhood. His older brother, Arden, protected him from life...but even he can only take so much of the isolation.


When a young university student offers to help with Callum's hog problem in exchange for room and board, he's not in a financial position to refuse. He's surprised when she doesn't judge him for his Tourette's Syndrome. But he's learned that good things rarely last.


Hailey Watson tried to prove her parents wrong by being the best scientist she could be. When her research funding is cut off, her world spirals out of control. With the help of Callum and Arden, the reclusive Irish cowboys, she learns there is more to life than success at her job. But are the two hardcore cowboys capable of real love?

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The decision appeared to be made, an unspoken confirmation passing between the two men. They were like a team, moving and acting as if they’d rehearsed every touch. The more they dared to advance, the more forceful they became. They reminded her of sharks getting a taste of blood. She welcomed their animalistic behavior. Arden slid her panties down, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable.


Part of her was thrilled that Callum allowed Arden to participate, bringing her fantasy to realization. But did it mean his commitment to her was weak? Was she a sexual object rather than relationship material in his eyes? She pushed her worries aside and savored the feel of their hands worshiping her body. They felt warm and strong, knowing where to touch and not to touch. So far her pussy had been avoided, allowing her time to liquefy, molten heat slipping down her inner thigh.


“Callum…” She ran her hand through his short, dark hair as he trailed kissed down the center of her breast bone. Only last week she’d been a virgin. Now her entire world had opened up, exposing her to the wickedest erotic experiences.


“I thought the townsfolk would have warned you about coming here. We’re to be avoided at all costs, or didn’t you hear?” asked Arden, tugging her head back by a handful of her hair. He stared into her eyes as his brother travelled lower down her body, his lips grazing her sensitive flesh.


“I’m not afraid. I want you both.” Her words felt foreign after she’d spoken. She hoped she hadn’t offended Callum or said the wrong thing aloud. Maybe this was another test and she’d failed by desiring both brothers. She couldn’t help her human nature, or ignore the little voice inside her head that screamed both men were meant to be hers.


“I’ve never shared a woman,” said Callum.


“It’ll be a first for all of us.” Arden descended on her lips, crushing his mouth to hers. He tasted masculine, addicting. She kissed him back, not even concerned with breathing at this point. His stubble scraped her cheeks and his fingers combed through her hair, holding her head in place.
How had this happened? Hailey felt as if she were having an out of body experience—floating, soaring, being carried along on the waves of lust. The O’Shea men may be cowboy outcasts, but she wanted nothing more. She just hoped their ménage would stand the test of time. At this point she wasn’t sure it would last the night.


“Are you still cold?” asked Arden.


“I’m hot.” She felt like an inferno was building in her cunt, growing and spreading out to her extremities. Hailey ran her hands over Arden’s shoulders and chest, savoring the firmness of his muscles. He was larger than life, visibly perfect and beyond tempting. Wicked thoughts flitted in her head. She wanted the cowboy duo to take control of her body, make her theirs. Any inhibitions she may have had fled the moment they both agreed to share.


Callum’s tongue swiped up her folds, startling her. The intensity was all consuming, making her knees weak. She couldn’t believe he’d just licked her pussy. And she wanted more. He secured her hips with his big hands, suckling her clit and exploring with his lively tongue. The sensations were electric. Each time Callum would clear his throat, the brief respite only added to her growing bliss.


Arden grabbed her wrist and brought it to the front of his black jeans. His cock was ramrod hard, making her gasp. He smirked, a devilish tilt of the lips. “You have no idea what you’re in store for, sweetheart.”


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