Fire and Ice (Firemen do it Hotter Book 1) (10 page)

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C
ontemporary~

Stories in the “Firemen Do it Hotter” Series

Book 1:
Fire and Ice

Book 2:
Hot and Cold

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P
aranormal Romance
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Stories in the “Angels of Darkness” Series

Coming 2016:

Book 1:
Chained

Book 2:
Leashed

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R
omantic Suspense with Cowboy Lawmen~

Stories in the “Lawmen” Series

Book 1:
Hidden Prey

Book 2:
No Mercy

Book 3:
Slow Burn
(short contemporary)

Book 4:
Point Blank

S
tories
in the “Armed and Dangerous” Series

Book 1:
Zack

Book 2:
Luke

Book 3:
Clay

Book 4:
Kade

Book 5:
Alex
(novella)

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C
ontemporary Cowboys
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Stories in the “Riding Tall” Series: The McBrides

Book 1:
Branded For You

Book 2:
Roping Your Heart

Book 3:
Fencing You In

Book 4:
Tying You Down

Book 5:
Playing With You

Book 6:
Crazy For You

Book 7:
Hot For You

Book 8:
Made For You

Book 9:
Held By You

Book 10:
Belong To You

Read Creed McBride’s Story in
Roses and Rodeo
in the Rough and Ready series

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C
ontemporary Cowboys
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Stories in the “Rough and Ready” Series: The Camerons

Book 1:
Silk and Spurs

Book 2:
Lace and Lassos

Book 3:
Champagne and Chaps

Book 4:
Satin and Saddles

Book 5:
Roses and Rodeo

Book 6:
Lingerie and Lariats

Book 7:
Lipstick and Leather
(3 short stories unrelated to the Camerons)

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P
aranormal Stand
Alone~

The Touch

Dark Seduction

Night’s Captive

Future Knight

C
heyenne writing
as Jaymie Holland

~Erotic Romance~

Stories in the “Wonderland” series

Book 1:
Taken by Passion: King of Hearts

Book 2:
Claimed by Pleasure: King of Spades

Book 3:
Bound by Desire: King of Diamonds

Book 4:
Kept by Seduction: King of Clubs

S
tories
in the “Tattoos and Leather” series

Book 1:
Inked

Book 2:
Branded

Book 3:
Marked

Book 4:
Stranded

Book 5:
Owned

S
tories
in the “The Auction” series

Book 1:
Sold

Book 2:
Bought

Book 3:
Claimed (
includes bonus novella
Taken)

“
T
aboo” erotic romance
novella collections

Wicked Nights: three Erotic Tales

Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion

Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission

B
ondage
standalone

Wounded

C
heyenne writing as R.S
. Collins

~Young Adult ages 11 to adult~

Stories in the “L.O.S.T.” paranormal trilogy

Book 1:
L.O.S.T.

Book 2:
Shadow Queen

Book 3:
Witch Circle

“
L
awmen” series

By Cheyenne McCray

B
rooks held Natasha close
, whispering soft words as his arms enveloped her. “It’s going to be all right,” he murmured, but she only cried harder.

It was clear she was in a hard place, and she felt she had nowhere to turn, and no one to talk to.

If she wouldn’t share now, maybe he could get her to later. Maybe she needed time to trust him. For a long time he held her, feeling the softness of her body pressed to his, breathing in her scent so that it filled his entire being. The thud of her heartbeat matched his and it was as if he could feel the rush of blood race through her.

Her body trembled even as he held her. He nuzzled the top of her head “Everything will be all right, sweet Natasha.”

“If only I could believe that.” Her voice cracked.

He slid his knuckles over her cheek. “Know that there’s nothing we can’t face together and triumph against.”

His own words caused him pause. Where had that come from? He was talking as if they were together, a unit. As if he would be at her side, every step of the way, beyond that of being a Federal agent determined now to protect her.

Maybe it was his weakness for vulnerable women that made him to feel so protective over Natasha. The strength of his belief that she was innocent floored him. Was it his weakness for women in distress that caused him to come to that belief?

Despite the turmoil churning inside him, he relaxed as he felt tension drain from her body. She clung to him, appearing almost limp from exhaustion and turbulence that had clearly been raging through her.

When had she begun to face alone whatever it was that had happened? “How long?” he said softly. “How long had this been going on?”

“I can’t talk about it.” She clung to him. “Just stop.”

He had no doubt it had happened sometime before he went to the tradeshow to pick her up. She’d changed from a vibrant joyous woman, to one filled with fear.

Anger rose within him and he wanted to lash out beat the shit out of whoever had terrified her and threatened her. It had to have something to do with Mark Okle. Brooks wanted to kill the bastard.

Her eyes were glossy with the tears she held in when tilted her head back. He hid his anger as their gazes met. He brushed loose strands of hair from her face and into the wind-tangled mass tumbling around her shoulders. “We won’t talk about it…for now.”

She buried her face against his overshirt again. “You smell good.”

“Not half as good as you.” He pushed his hand into her hair and his fingers caught in the tangles. He cupped her head and held her to him.

She looked up at him, the back of her head still in his palm. Her eyes were wide and searching. She appeared confused yet certain, a combination he didn’t understand.

Every thought fled as her inner glow, the person she was despite whatever had happened, shone like a beacon to his heart.

“Kiss me.” A light burned in her eyes like a kindling fire. Flames of desire, need, and longing grew with every passing moment. “Please, Brooks.”

He couldn’t refuse her. He lowered his head, gently brushing his lips over hers. She sighed into his mouth and raised herself on her toes as she pressed herself tighter against him and slipped her tongue into his mouth. She slid it out and lightly bit his lower lip.

A groan rose inside him. The fire he’d seen in her eyes turned into flames within his own body. The heat expanded as their kiss grew more intense and they demanded more and more of each other.

The way her hands roamed his body—it was like she couldn’t touch him enough. She pressed her lithe body to his, stealing and lending warmth at the same time.

“You feel so good.” She let out a sigh. “I feel safe with you. I could stay like this forever.” She snuggled even closer so that her body was flush with his.

Need rose inside him. He couldn’t hide his desire as his cock hardened and pressed into her. His breathing grew more ragged. He couldn’t think clearly. All that would come to mind was burying himself deep inside her, the two of them intertwining in every way possible.

She parted her lips from his. “I love how hard your body is.” Her hands didn’t stop moving. She caressed his chest and slid her palms over his clothed body.

“You’re so damned soft.” He cupped her ass and pressed her tightly to him. “You’re so beautiful inside and out. Every inch of you is perfect.”

“You need to take your shirts off. I want to touch your skin,” she said a moment before her fingertips brushed his holster. She went still and looked up at him. “I keep forgetting who you are.”

“Being an agent isn’t who I am.” He slid his arms out of his overshirt and tossed it aside. “It’s what I do.”

She traced her fingers along his shoulder holster strap. For a fraction of a moment, he wondered if she was using him and if she would go for his gun and pull it on him. He dismissed the thought at once. That wasn’t Natasha.

He unfastened the holster and removed it before he laid it on a nightstand beside the bed and moved his hand away.

When did he decide he was going to go to bed with her?

Christ.
It was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Especially since he hadn’t told her why he was really there. He couldn’t take another step without telling her everything, and now was not the time.

He started to reach for his holster to put it back on. He would tell Natasha that spending the night together would be a mistake they both might regret.

Before he could complete the movement, she pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it to the floor.

B
y Cheyenne McCray

F
rankly
, Zack wanted to get out of the restaurant and out to his truck. He’d never screwed in the cab before, but at the moment it was looking real good.

Sky glanced up from the dessert menu and licked her bottom lip. “Why don’t we share a piece of chocolate cheesecake?”

Zack could hardly form a coherent thought, as all his blood had settled in his groin, so he settled for a quick nod.

In a few minutes, the waiter returned with the slice of cheesecake and set it in front of them with two forks. Raspberry sauce drizzled down one side of the dessert.

Sky dipped her finger in the sauce and sucked it off. “Mmmm, this is heaven.”

Zack thrust his fork into the cheesecake. “I know what’s even better.”

She gave him a seductive smile. “Oh, you do?”

As he held the bite of cheesecake in front of her lips, Zack’s right hand glided up her thigh, over the silky stockings, and to the bare flesh above

She gasped as his hand traveled beneath her dress to the wisp of satin thong beneath. “Zack,” she whispered, but he slipped the bit of cheesecake into her mouth.

“Better than cheesecake.” He skimmed the crotch of her thong, and smiled when he felt how damp it was.

“
W
onderland” series

By Cheyenne McCray writing as Jaymie Holland

J
arronn stroked
Alice’s long blonde tresses from her eyes. “You are lovely beyond any woman I have ever known,” he whispered, and her smile dimmed. He cupped her chin and frowned. “Why do you not see your own beauty?” Her lower lip trembled and he witnessed a thousand heart-wounds in her eyes. Anger at those who had hurt his future queen roared through him and he bit back a snarl of rage. Who dared to make his precious Alice feel as though she were anything but the beautiful, sensual woman he clearly recognized her to be?

Alice must have seen the fierceness in his eyes and thought his rage was directed at her. She swallowed, then hurried to answer. “I’m fat. I’m not slender and gorgeous like Kalina, or even my sister, Alexi.”

Jarronn had to rein in his anger. He stroked his knuckles down her cheek and she shuddered with obvious desire from the contact. “I do not understand,” he murmured. Very slowly he began touching her body, stroking the firm flesh of her arms, caressing her beneath his callused palm. “You are so enchanting, your body so lovely, that I fail to see why you do not recognize your gifts.”

Pink tinted Alice’s cheeks. “Where I come from, a woman is only considered beautiful if she’s thin and has a perfect figure.”

“It is clear your world is not deserving of you.” He scowled at the thought of anyone treating his future queen with anything but the utmost respect and awe. “You
are
perfect,” he murmured, and before she could argue he lowered his head.

N
ew York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including

• RT Book Reviews
  magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
  
• Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
  
• Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
  
• The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
  
• Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
  
• CAPA award from The Romance Studio
  

Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.

Chey has three sons, three dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website and get all of the latest info at her website and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!