***I fell asleep last night and didn’t post the winner! It’s Nichole—and she wins two autographed copies of any of my pre-2009 print books, so long as I have a copy on hand! So Nichole, email me and let me know your choices!***

Here we are at the last day before the book ships. What can I tell you that you don’t already know?

You know the stories will be uber-sexy. You know the heroes are incredibly handsome, strong, and stubborn—and they include a cowboy and two deputies. The heroines run the gamut from bar owner to spoiled hellion to staid schoolteacher. All three stories are about sexual discovery and staking claims.

All three stories are set in Honkytonk once again—my fictional town that’s a hybrid of Boerne, Luchenbach, and Devine, Texas (real places). And you know that I know the people I’m writing about—how they talk and act and fight. Texas is as close to a home as I’ve ever had. I absorbed the place through my skin and still miss it every day.

So, I think I’ve done my job. Tomorrow is release day and I hope I’ve tempted you to run to the store and buy it! If not, here’s one last tease…

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Logan woke, feeling chilled. Amy had left his bed. For a moment, he froze, wondering if she’d left without saying a word, and if he’d blown it.

He’d wanted to romance her. Bring her along slowly. Build her need for his touch in gradual levels until she was ready for him to begin to introduce her to the lifestyle he felt instinctively she was made for.

Instead, he’d pounded her like a high school kid who’d gotten his first taste of pussy and couldn’t control the hormones raging through him.

He should have known he’d run into trouble. The night he’d brought Sarah and Joe here, Joe had taken one look at his cock and laughed. His cock had hardened fast, leaving him breathless and trembling with excitement as soon as he’d chucked his pants in front of the window…because he knew Amy was watching.

Control had always been important to him. Not only because he liked to think his brain was the one in charge, but also because at critical moments in his relations with a woman, he needed restraint to prevent harm. He was a big guy and in top shape. Restraint wasn’t a choice, but an imperative. He’d left bruises on Amy, he’d known it when he cupped her buttocks and slammed into her. He’d crammed himself into her so fast so hard, he knew she’d be sore today.

The thought should have shamed him, but instead he felt only a primal satisfaction as his unruly cock thickened and lengthened, rising again despite his conscience’s urgings for a little self-control.

He knew he was a long way from being ready to train Amy when he couldn’t manage his own raging hard-on.

But where the hell was she?

He rolled out of bed, his feet hitting the floor, and he stalked toward the open bathroom door. The room was empty now, but filled with steam. Another towel lay on top of the laundry basket. So she’d showered.

Logan strode out of the bedroom and cocked his ear. He heard faint stirrings in the playroom. A smile tugged at his lips. While he was arguing with himself about putting the brakes on that aspect of his sexuality, Amy was plainly curious. He slowly turned the doorknob and cracked the door.

What he saw made his cock pulse. So much for his vaunted control.

Amy was gloriously naked and standing on the metal footings of the St. Andrews Cross. Her ankles were strapped into the buckles. She’d also moved the arm shackles up the wooden structure, refastening bolts and lug nuts behind the frame to move them up to suit her height. She had one hand resting in the padded leather manacle.

She’d also had found the black hood he’d used on Sarah. She’d rolled it down her face, keeping her lips and mouth free.

He padded quietly across the floor to stand in front of her. Her head turned. Maybe she’d heard a slight sound, but the way she nibbled on her bottom lip said she wasn’t sure.

He lifted a hand and ran a fingertip around one rosy areola.

“Logan?” she asked, uncertainty shaking her voice.

“Worried it might be someone else?”

“I wasn’t sure if it was Logan or…Master.”

Logan stood still, his chest expanding, his cock growing steely. “What’s your preference, baby?”

“I don’t want you thinking I’m some lightweight.”

“I don’t.”

“I don’t want you thinking of me as only a vanilla kind of girl.”

“You aren’t?” he murmured, reaching up to close the last shackle. The crisp rasp of Velcro closing and the jangle of the buckle acted like the fiercest aphrodisiac on his libido. If Amy could see his face tightening, his muscles flexing now, she might have had cause to rethink her naïve plan to seduce him.

“Maybe I don’t want what I’ve had before,” she said, her voice sounding a little forlorn.

“I didn’t frighten you before? I wasn’t very gentle.”

“I loved it. But I frightened myself. I bit you. And you have ugly scratches all over your back.”

“I can feel them now. Every time I flex. I love it. Means you lost control. That makes a man feel…powerful.”

Her lips twisted into a smile. “Funny, that’s just the adjective I associate with you.”

Logan stepped close enough his cock pressed against her mons. “See what you do to me? That’s powerful. I usually have more control. I pride myself on it. Are you sure about putting yourself in my care?”

“Can I be a little afraid?”

“Fear is healthy. It can also be sexy as hell.”

Her chest expanded slowly. “I want this. Please.”