thoroughly,” Nick reflected with a hint of an indulgent smile in his voice. “I can still remember the time you decided to cut your hair. It was always annoying the hell out of you and getting in the way of your workouts. I wanted so badly to tell you to leave it long. I wanted to have a chance to see it lying against your perfect, naked body. But then you took the plunge and did it anyway. I grieved over that hair. I sat in my house, alone, and drank a six pack as I imagined us having sex with nothing but your hair covering you.”
“I never knew. God, I swear I never knew.” How could she have been so blind?
There was so much more to Nick. Lacey had the uncomfortable notion she’d been seeing her friend in black and white then suddenly someone flicked on a plasma screen and everything took on new dimensions.
“I know. We were friends, sweetheart, and whether you cut your hair, dyed it pink, or wore a Mohawk, it was a decision you had to make for yourself. In the end, it worked out fine, because I can still imagine fucking you, only now your hair isn’t in my way.”
Lacey clutched at the phone and groaned aloud. “Nick, you are seriously driving me crazy with all these little bombs you keep dropping on me!”
“Four o’clock?” he asked, hope and tenderness in his deep, sexy voice.
She sighed and gave in. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
They hung up, and Lacey was able to move again. She went to the freezer, her hands automatically reaching for the coffee she couldn’t live without, and wondered again what on earth she was thinking by not flat out saying no to Nick’s outrageous proposition of sex lessons.
Then she remembered her dream. Despite how dumb it might be to mix her friendship with sex, she was probably going to end up saying yes.
She could never choose between them. Until they both chose her…
The Boys Back Home
© 2008 Sierra Dafoe
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman.
Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it’s time to return to Preacher’s Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie’s back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there’s only one place on earth Cassie belongs—in their arms.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Boys Back Home :
How could he hold her like this, damn him? How could he touch her so gently when she hated him? He’d broken her heart, he and Alan—they’d torn it between them like two puppies with a sock, leaving her with nothing but ripped, tangled shreds.
Why wouldn’t he let her go ?
Kyle was saying something, but she was shrieking too loud to hear him, her fists flailing at his chest, his shoulders, struggling to break his grip on her. She screamed as he swung her upward, scooping her unceremoniously into arms that felt suddenly like steel bands, pinning her to him.
He carried her into the parlor and lowered her onto to the sofa. Immediately Cassie sprang back off it, trying to get past him.
“Cassie!” Grabbing her arm, he shoved her back down, pinning her bodily to the cushions. She arched below him, screaming, fighting against the hands clasping her shoulders, the legs wrapped tight around her own.
“Cass! Damn it, Cass, breathe!”
She glared up at him wildly…and saw him staring down at her, panting, his eyes wide and shocked. Like a cord snapping, her rage broke, running out of her like water through sand. She sobbed, feeling all the grief and hurt she’d kept so long at bay wash over her, seizing her as ruthlessly as a tidal wave.
Nothing was safe. Nothing
“I never knew. God, I swear I never knew.” How could she have been so blind?
There was so much more to Nick. Lacey had the uncomfortable notion she’d been seeing her friend in black and white then suddenly someone flicked on a plasma screen and everything took on new dimensions.
“I know. We were friends, sweetheart, and whether you cut your hair, dyed it pink, or wore a Mohawk, it was a decision you had to make for yourself. In the end, it worked out fine, because I can still imagine fucking you, only now your hair isn’t in my way.”
Lacey clutched at the phone and groaned aloud. “Nick, you are seriously driving me crazy with all these little bombs you keep dropping on me!”
“Four o’clock?” he asked, hope and tenderness in his deep, sexy voice.
She sighed and gave in. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
They hung up, and Lacey was able to move again. She went to the freezer, her hands automatically reaching for the coffee she couldn’t live without, and wondered again what on earth she was thinking by not flat out saying no to Nick’s outrageous proposition of sex lessons.
Then she remembered her dream. Despite how dumb it might be to mix her friendship with sex, she was probably going to end up saying yes.
She could never choose between them. Until they both chose her…
The Boys Back Home
© 2008 Sierra Dafoe
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman.
Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it’s time to return to Preacher’s Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie’s back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there’s only one place on earth Cassie belongs—in their arms.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Boys Back Home :
How could he hold her like this, damn him? How could he touch her so gently when she hated him? He’d broken her heart, he and Alan—they’d torn it between them like two puppies with a sock, leaving her with nothing but ripped, tangled shreds.
Why wouldn’t he let her go ?
Kyle was saying something, but she was shrieking too loud to hear him, her fists flailing at his chest, his shoulders, struggling to break his grip on her. She screamed as he swung her upward, scooping her unceremoniously into arms that felt suddenly like steel bands, pinning her to him.
He carried her into the parlor and lowered her onto to the sofa. Immediately Cassie sprang back off it, trying to get past him.
“Cassie!” Grabbing her arm, he shoved her back down, pinning her bodily to the cushions. She arched below him, screaming, fighting against the hands clasping her shoulders, the legs wrapped tight around her own.
“Cass! Damn it, Cass, breathe!”
She glared up at him wildly…and saw him staring down at her, panting, his eyes wide and shocked. Like a cord snapping, her rage broke, running out of her like water through sand. She sobbed, feeling all the grief and hurt she’d kept so long at bay wash over her, seizing her as ruthlessly as a tidal wave.
Nothing was safe. Nothing
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