Rein Me In

Western, Light BDSM October 2010 123,000 word novel

Rein Me In - Bottoms Up Book II Suzy likes her men tough and her sex rough—and for two weeks a year, she indulges in both. On the agenda this vacation? Untamed cowboy, straight from the source—a hoppin’ bar in rural West Texas aptly named Bottoms Up. But tough turns to trouble when she picks the wrong cowboy—an ex-con fresh from the slammer who won’t take no for an answer… Jonah McKenzie rides to the rescue, clueless the fiery redhead who tempts him into the wildest night of his life is actually a blast from his past. It’ll take a firm hand indeed once he discovers the tattooed firecracker in his bed is none other than the soft-spoken sweetheart he once finagled a date with—only to stand her up when unexpected tragedy struck. At six-foot-four Jonah’s one long, tall Texan, and he’s hell-bent on reining in the “lady” who claims he’s too tame to satisfy her naughty side. He’ll be happy to prove she’s wrong—with that Western belt of his she so admires. Reviews | Mid-book Excerpt | First Pages

	TOP PICK! from Night Owl Romance

4.75 Stars - Funny, sweet, a little BDSM, and a lot of hot cowboys make this a fantastic story. Terri

Excerpt is intended for readers over 18.

**A mid-book excerpt is below. You can read the first chapter here.**

Shuffling through disarrayed covers, Jonah fished out a big, old-fashioned scrapbook-lookin’ thing. On the front, written in fancy calligraphy in glittering letters was the title The Book of Men.

Book of Men?

Huh? Suzy’s bedpost notches? No. Freaking. Way…

With fingers gone clumsy, Jonah opened the book in the middle. It landed on “Donner”—or as Jonah knew him, Lee Jennings, occasional ranch hand at Bottoms Up. A real pretty boy with a tendency to slack off, more worried about his tan than the time he was wasting.

But the question remained, what was he doing in this fancy book? In Suzy’s possession?

Jonah scanned the page, snagging on the fine print at the bottom. Property of LL. Does not leave the premises.

Okay. So it wasn’t Suzy’s personal book, but…

His eyes zipped back to the top for a more thorough appraisal because comprehension eluded him. Or maybe he was simply in denial.

Next to Lee’s picture, typed into a chart, Jonah read the data, astonished dread increasing with every word his rapt gaze sped over…

Meet: Donner

Height: 6’0”

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 180#

One eighty? That scrawny kid? And what was this? Some sort of pick-up book?

Enjoys: surfing and being a part-time model

Surfing? Modeling? Yeah right, because Rustlers Junction was such a fine place for those hobbies being located smack dab in the remote West Texas desert mountains. Bullshit! The kid was crazy.

Fee: Depends on the lady. Please me, I might please you.

Fee? Whoa there… Wait a sec…

Unable to do anything else, Jonah kept reading, stomach cramping and cock shriveling more every second. In commiseration, hairs on his nude body wilted in protest as each sentence slowly brought more unwanted comprehension. With every word he took in, Jonah prayed he was wrong, wrong, wro— Oh Lord!

Extras: I got a long, agile tongue!

Didn’t take a genius to guess what “Donner” wanted to do with it either. Jonah’s eyes widened painfully.

Quote: “A cock well worth the money!”

Holy smokes! There was no way around it—Lee was offering sex for payment. Right here in Rustlers Junction!

In a Customer Comments section someone had neatly penciled in Not bad, but not great either. More cocky than cock. That might’ve caused a smile, a loosening of the knot slowly strangling off Jonah’s air supply, but the yellow sticky note—filled with pretty pink cursive writing—gracing the bottom corner of the section put to rest any thoughts of humor. A surfer? Ha! Because there are so many oceans in West Texas. Tool.

He could agree with that, had thought the very same thing, but…

Hesitantly, Jonah’s eyes shifted to the nightstand, confirming one feather-plumed pen, pink ink. Suzy’s words.

Oh God. What was this?

Curiosity seared, confusion reigned, and Jonah rearranged the pillows behind his back, got comfortable—like hell!—against the headboard and turned page after page with the utmost concentration, consuming every detail. Some men he knew. A few he didn’t. All stunned him. Because one after the other, cowboys for hire. Adorned with comments from Suzy, some funny, but mostly criticisms, as if she were trying to select the perfect one. As if none of them quite measured up to her skewed standards, judging by the humorous critiques.

And then…

Then…

Cowboy X. Steve Hansen, part owner of the Lucky Lady. Recognizable—even above the bank-robber-style bandit disguise, his upper face and sun-lined, pale eyes framed by early graying hair, topped with that black cowboy hat he always wore. The one with the rattlesnake hat band, made from the snake he’d killed in Ag during Bo’s sophomore year.
Steve’s “fee”? Total submission.

Jonah swallowed hard.

No sticky from Suzy this time, but there, in the customer comments section, printed in blue ink—Worth the cost of the room and then some. I’ll be back for more, count on it.

But that wasn’t what made Jonah sick to his gut. Not the block printing in blue. But the pink flowing cursive beneath.Had him twice in one night. Might have him again. This one knows how to use his hands…and his belt! Two of the best rides I’ve had in a long, long while.

God no!

As his mind grappled, his body hardened. Traitorously but emphatically.

His belt? So she did like it rough.

Liked it with anyone she happened to stumble across. Certainly hadn’t come looking for him.

Jonah swore. Then swore again. Didn’t know exactly what to make of the revelation there was a black-market sex ring operating practically under his nose, and Suzy had partaken—twice!

While he was trying to decide what to do with the knowledge, what to do with Suzy, feminine footsteps fluttered up the stairs and across the porch, making the decision for him.

He was in it for the long haul, wasn’t he? Whether that meant the rest of today, the rest of her vacation…or longer. They had things to settle, he and this reckless renegade communications director from New York. This spicy blast from his past.

Things to learn about each other, things to explore, and boy did he have some things to punish. Cowboy X. Just the thought chapped his hide all over again. Made his heart burn, his cock throb—that she’d slept with another and loved it. Two of the best rides I’ve had.

So as a key turned the lock, he anchored his hat firmly in place and drew up his knees, settling for the show to come…

Let the fireworks begin.