Excerpt from THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER “The Kiss”

THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER releases in trade paperback and eBook one month from tomorrow and the advanced reviews are beginning to roll in. One review mentions the first kiss and ensuing physical encounter between enemies-to-lovers, Jace and Tara. Heartbroken and young, Tara is damaged hero Jace’s best friend’s little sister, so you see there are issues. In this scene he’s trying to do the right thing while she’s doing her best to try his patience and push the boundaries. He’d just found her playing a very adult version of “Seven Minutes in Heaven” with 2 rookie bull riders and, acting in the place of her protective older brother, Jace dragged her out of the bar. I’m calling this excerpt ‘The Kiss’ but it really should be called “don’t go to a boy to do a man’s job”. 🙂 Enjoy!

THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER EXCERPT:

Three Weeks with a Bull Rider

“You really think letting some kid kiss you is the way to prove to everyone you’re grown up? Is that what all this shit in the closet with Klint was about?”

“Yes!” She stamped her foot and proved his point that she was behaving like an adolescent.

“Then that just proves what a foolish child you are, Tara. You don’t go to a boy to do a man’s job.”

“I had no one else to go to. You’re like a watchdog, chasing everyone away.”

The stupidity of Tara putting herself in a compromising position on a whim pissed him off. Deep down, Jace knew she’d do it again—probably every chance she got—just to teach him a lesson for trying to stop her.

“You really wanna be kissed that badly?” Jace’s anger made his voice sound husky. Deep and intense.

“Yes, I do.” Her eyes flashed with defiance.

“Fine.” Jace leaned closer until a crease furrowed Tara’s brow.

If she insisted on putting herself into a closet with a kid she knew nothing about because she wanted a damn kiss, Jace would give her a kiss. One she’d never forget. One that would make those rookies seem like kindergarteners. And he wouldn’t scrape her face raw the way Klint had doing it. Jace shaved every night before the competition because real men didn’t have anything to prove by showing the world they could grow some hair on their chin.

He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, much as he had when he’d hauled her out of the bar, but his intentions were very different. He pulled her closer until their faces were inches apart.

Her lower lip trembled as her big blue eyes widened. For once, she focused on his face. Jace didn’t ask her again. He brought his other hand up, cupped her cheek and took possession of her lips, determined to kiss the childish pout right off them.

It started out hard. He wanted to punish her. Teach her a lesson. Scare the stupid out of her so she didn’t try anything so risky again. But she didn’t back off like he thought she would. Instead, she kissed him back.

He’d expected her lips to be hard and unyielding, just like her attitude toward him most days. They weren’t. They were soft and giving, receptive to his taking. He took a step closer. With one booted foot between her feet, his thigh fit perfectly between her legs.

Angling his head, he changed the kiss, worked her lips as he marveled at how different it felt to kiss a mouth he didn’t know intimately. It had been quite a while since he’d kissed anyone other than his ex.

Exploring the new sensations, Jace moved his right hand down Tara’s back, landing on the slender curve of her hip. At the same time, Tara had gone from bracing against his chest, to wrapping her arms around his waist. When she slipped her hands into the back pockets of his jeans, he had a feeling she was planning on being there for a while. Fine. A girl as stubborn as Tara needed a long, thorough lesson.

She opened her lips beneath his. Jace didn’t ignore the silent invitation, but he also wasn’t going to rush to give her what she wanted. She needed a lesson in patience as much as—more, actually—than a lesson that she shouldn’t go into closets to kiss men.

He drew her lower lip between his and scraped it with a good bit of teeth. She drew in a shuddering breath that had him smiling against her mouth, thinking that Klint probably hadn’t gotten that reaction from her. Stroking her face beneath his thumb, Jace decided to give her a bit of what he knew she wanted. He ran just the tip of his tongue along the inside of her lower lip, and then repeated it with the upper one.

Tara opened farther for him and he didn’t deny either of them. He plunged into the wet heat of her mouth. She met his tongue with her own, stroking against him in an erotic dance that had him pressing his lower body against hers before he realized what he was doing.

Somewhere, somehow it had gone from Jace proving a point, to him being rock hard in his jeans and ready to take whatever Tara wanted to give.

That realization had him breaking the kiss. But damn the devil inside him, he didn’t pull back. He stayed pressed up against her, his mouth a breath away from her face. “That kiss good enough for you?”

Tara’s gaze moved from Jace’s lips to his eyes. “Yes.”

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THE COMMANDER (Red, Hot & Blue Series) New Release Excerpt #2

The Commander (Red Hot & Blue) Cat JohnsonJust when they thought they were out of last chances, love comes around again.

Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 12

To his men on his SpecOps team, Hank Miller is simply the commander. They treat him like he’s more than a mere man, but Hank would be the first to admit he is full of the same fears, feelings and desires. He just doesn’t let them show.

The military is his life, and that’s all he needs—until he travels to Pigeon Hollow for a wedding and meets the woman his men reverently call “Mama”.

Lois Gordon is nothing like Hank envisioned. Instead of the plump, older woman happily baking pies in her farmhouse kitchen, Lois is a smart, sexy powerhouse who runs Gordon Equine…and tempts him to break all his own rules.

The heat between them quickly flares into a weekend fling hotter than Lois’s oven. But with Hank’s dangerous career and two failed marriages between them, forever could be too much to ask for.

Product Warnings: Contains one smoking-hot mama and a man tough enough to not need pot holders to handle her.

EXCERPT

“I was just fixin’ to bring the last bag of trash from the living room out to the bins when I heard Mandy squawking.” Lois tilted her head toward the doorway.

“I can take it out for you.” Hank moved toward the hall. Lois jumped to follow. It was strange having a man around to do things like take out the trash. Jared was here, but he was so busy with the horses she handled the little things around the house herself.

She was sure there were a lot of things Hank could do for her—to her. Things no man had done in a very long time, and she wasn’t thinking about his cleaning the ashes out of the fireplace or anything like that.

Hank and his long legs reached the living room first. By the time Lois passed through the doorway after him, he was standing over the cardboard box in the center of the room, peering down into the contents.

Oops. She’d forgotten all about that.
He looked up as she entered. “What kind of party was this?”

“Just your average bridal shower/bachelorette party.” She bit her lip and almost laughed at his expression when faced with a box filled with sex toys. “One of the women in my book club sells personal pleasure devices at home parties. Those there are her samples. She’ll be by to pick them up in the morning. She had to leave the party early tonight to babysit her grandchild.”

“Her grandchild.” Hank looked a little horrified. “Okay.”

“Watch it. I’m about to be a grandmother now too, you know.” Like it or not. Lois moved closer to Hank and the box. She picked up the plastic package her friend had given her as a thank you. “A grandmother who now owns a vibrator, apparently. This was my hostess gift from her for having the party.”

Hank’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the object in Lois’s hand. He swallowed, sending his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His gaze moved to her lips, then his steely eyes met hers. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen any grandmother, much less such an attractive one, holding a vibrator before.”

Lois’s heart pounded, sending her blood rushing through her veins until she got lightheaded. They were standing close enough for her to see the beginnings of stubble on Hank’s chin. Then her gaze moved to his mouth. She bit her bottom lip before bringing her gaze back to meet his.

Leaning in, Hank brushed his hand against her cheek, hovering his lips temptingly close to hers. “Lois, if I’m about to make a fool of myself, stop me now.”

She shook her head. “You are many things, Hank Miller. But a fool is not one of them.”

He thrust his hand beneath the hair at the nape of her neck, cradling her head as he crashed his lips into hers.

Blindly, Lois dropped the vibrator back into the box and freed her hands so she could touch Hank. She ran her hands over the bulging back muscles beneath his shirt. It’s what she’d wanted to do since first seeing him get out of the car earlier that day.

Hank backed her up until her knees buckled at the edge of the sofa. She sat heavily and he followed her down, pressing her back into the cushions. God, how she’d missed a man’s weight on top of her and the feel of big, rough hands against her skin.

“Tell me to stop. If that’s what you want you have to say it, because I’m not going to do it on my own.” His voice sounded gruff and as breathless as she was. His eyes mere slits as he looked at her, Lois could only imagine how she looked herself.

She felt the heat in her cheeks. She hoped he saw the desire in her eyes. “Don’t you dare stop.”

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CINDERELLA LIBERTY Excerpt “The Care Package”

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Cinderella Liberty

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Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

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As he closed the door against the heat, Crash saw Zippy was already inside. “Hey. What’s going on?”

Tearing into a cardboard box, Zippy glanced up. “Care package from home.”

“Cool.” Crash smothered the envy.

It was ridiculous. He wasn’t lacking for anything. Most things he needed he could get at the exchange. If they didn’t sell it on base, he could go online and order from a place that would ship to him here.

His mom asked he if needed anything and Crash always told her no. She was getting up there in years and she was on a fixed income. He couldn’t expect her to haul packages to the post office when he could order whatever he needed on his own. But there was something about getting a little piece of home at mail call that made a guy feel good.

He sat on his rack and glanced over. “What’d you get?”

“All sorts of shit. It’s like Trish bought out the store.” Zippy pawed through the sizable box.

Trish. That piqued Crash’s interest in the box further. “Yeah? Anything good?” Christ, that had sounded a little too interested.

Zippy starting unloading the contents onto the desk. “Peanut butter. Crackers. A couple of DVDs. Box of cookies.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” The cloud of disappointment darkened over Crash.

“Here.” Zippy turned and tossed a smaller box toward Crash.

As it came sailing across the room, Crash reached out and caught it between his fingertips. “What’s this?”

“I don’t know. Open it. It’s got your name on it.”

His eyes widened when he turned the box in his hands and saw it did indeed have his name written on it in bold black marker. CRASH. Nothing else, but he knew who it had to be from.

“Trish sent me something?”

“I guess so.” Zippy didn’t look surprised or suspicious. He was too busy tearing through the rest of the box.

If Zippy wasn’t concerned that Trish was sending Crash things, then Crash figured he needn’t worry. He couldn’t beat down the excitement as he tore the packing tape off and opened the flaps of the cardboard box. He smiled at what he saw on top. A note, in handwriting he didn’t recognize because they’d never written to each other before. Strange that he knew the feel, the taste, the scent of this girl, but had never seen her writing until now.

Crash.

I remembered you said you liked these so I thought I’d send some along. FYI, don’t know how you can eat that stuff!

Trish

He peered into the box and found half a dozen cans of sardines, a box of crackers and a bag of beef jerky. His favorite snacks on earth. They’d talked about food that weekend they were together. He remembered she’d made the funniest face when he mentioned the sardines. He’d teased her because she’d never even tried one, but had already decided she hated them.

His heart clenched as he tried not to make more of it than there was. She’d been sending stuff to her brother. She’d probably just thrown this in as an afterthought.

The falseness of his rationalization echoed through him. Trish had remembered their conversation. She’d taken the time to search out and find exactly the things she knew he liked. This was no afterthought.

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CINDERELLA LIBERTY Excerpt “The Bar Scene” *Rated Spicy!*

Cinderella Liberty

By Cat Johnson

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Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

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Trish leaned toward Crash in the red vinyl booth and angled her mouth toward his ear. “They’re getting drunk.”

“Yes, they are.” Truth be told, so was Crash. Not exactly drunk, but definitely feeling the effects.

He could get away with nursing one beer, but when the rounds of shots kept coming, it would have seemed suspicious if Crash had refused to partake while he kept pushing them on Zippy.

Still, things were going just as planned. Having the shots before the food arrived only helped his case with Zippy and Dawn. The two were on the dance floor grinding against each other. Only a matter of time now. Crash glanced at his watch. Nearly nineteen-hundred hours.

“What time is it?” Trish hadn’t missed the move. They were both more than conscious of their limited time tonight.

“Almost seven o’clock,” Crash answered.

“I don’t like this Cinderella liberty.” Her pout drew his gaze to her lips.

“Me either.”

Trish let out a deep sigh. “Even if Dawn can keep Danny distracted so he doesn’t want to leave early to go to that club you told me about, we should still leave no later than eleven-thirty to make sure you’re not late. Just in case we hit traffic.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t want to talk about leaving. He also didn’t want to be here in public where he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted.

Then again, the bar was dim, lit by a few hanging lamps and some neon signs. Crash moved his hand to her thigh, hidden by the table in front of them. A sly smile curved her lips as she rested her hand on his leg, then moved it farther up until just the tip of her finger brushed the crotch of his pants.

His eyes widened before he forced his expression to be neutral. If she wanted to play, he could play. He bunched the fabric of her dress and inched it up. His fingertips brushed the warm skin on the inside of her thigh. She drew in a breath and let it out.

In this very public place, while he kept his gaze trained on her brother on the dance floor, Crash pushed higher until he hit the lace of her underwear. She spread her legs just a bit wider and he started to sweat. Hard as a rock now, he was throbbing behind the fabric of his uniform pants while she ran her finger up and down the outline of his length.

Damn, this was a turn on. He had a feeling it was only going to get hotter, because he had no plans of stopping. Crash slipped beneath the edge of her panties. She was hot and wet, and all for him. He slid between her lips. Her hand on him faltered before she resumed her slow, light stroke over the pants hiding his erection. He didn’t treat her quite so gently. With the tip of one finger he zeroed in on her clit, flicking it fast and hard. She jumped beneath his touch but didn’t close her legs or push him away.

“How’re ya doing?” He glanced her direction, before forcing himself to keep an eye on Zippy.

“Fine.” She swallowed hard enough for him to hear her throat working.

“Good.” Crash slid a finger inside her, and then a second. He stroked in and out until he heard her draw in a sharp breath. He went back to her clit, circling the tiny nub fast. It wasn’t the ideal angle or position for this, but he managed it.

One quick glance at Trish, biting her lower lip, told him it was working. He reversed direction, circling the other way, and felt her jump. She angled her hips, tipping them just a bit, and he heard the tiniest of moans escape her throat. He moved faster. Harder. She was going to come. Right here, right now. At least she would if he had anything to do with it. But good lord, it might just kill him if she did.

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CINDERELLA LIBERTY Excerpt “The Attack”

Cinderella Liberty

By Cat Johnson

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Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

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Camp Leatherneck/Bastion

Helmand Province, Afghanistan

August 2013

The night sky lit with the glowing red trails of incoming fire. It was like the Fourth of July back home, but a hell of a lot less fun.

Instead of being in a tank top and shorts, kicking back in a folding chair with a cold beer in his hand and seventeen more in the cooler, Crash was hunkered down behind a berm with the grit of Afghan dirt between his teeth.

The noise of the incoming rockets was deafening. Meanwhile, as crazy as it seemed, his attention kept straying to how the rocks beneath him were jabbing into his legs through his uniform. That was when he wasn’t occupied wondering if any deadly scorpions or black widow spiders were lurking nearby. God, how he hated anything with more than four legs.

The butt of the M4 semi-automatic rifle pressed into Crash’s shoulder as his jaw clenched with determination. He had no intention of dying today as Gunnery Sergeant John O’Malley. He was going to live long enough to be selected for Master Sergeant, and after that, Master Guns, and these bastard insurgents weren’t going to be the ones to take that away from him.

He’d survived a float to Iraq, plus two deployments to Djibouti and he hadn’t seen any shit like this. Yeah, at Camp Lemonier there’d been a vehicle-born IED that luckily never made it to the front gate, but there were no frigging rockets.

Crash was an aviation mechanic. He was an air-winger, not an infantryman. His MOS didn’t normally put him in the line of direct—or hell, even indirect fire during ground combat like this. The closest thing he had come to being shot at was the twenty-eight days of Marine Combat Training at Camp Geiger when he’d first come in, and those shots were blanks.

He’d be damned if he’d get killed during the drawdown, when the US was in the process of pulling out of this godforsaken country and turning the running of it over to the Afghan military.

“What the fuck!” Zippy was next to him, lying facedown like Crash, manning his own weapon. “These bastards have some big frigging balls.”

Crash had to agree. To attack an installation this size took some major cajones.

Camp Bastion was the main British military base in Afghanistan, as well as the air hub used by the US Marines. Adjacent was Camp Leatherneck, NATO’s headquarters for the region. Between the two, there was a good amount of firepower stationed here.

That didn’t seem to matter to these crazy motherfuckers lobbing shit at them. No, it seemed as if their Southwest Asia enemy, Taliban-Charlie, was not going to make this deployment easy.

“Command knew this was coming,” Crash shouted over the noise.

They had to have known. Too many orders had come down the pike recently, changes to procedure, all of which pointed to preparation for a suspected attack.

At least this time the camp had been prepared. Unlike last September when a small group of Taliban dressed in stolen US uniforms waltzed right onto the base one night thanks to cutbacks in security and patrols. That mistake had cost the good guys a few refueling stations, half a dozen hangers, eight Harriers and, far more devastating than the material losses, the lives of two US Marines.

For once it seemed the military had learned from past mistakes. This time, personnel had been issued extra ammo and told to sleep with their weapons within reach. Extra foot patrols had been added, no one was allowed to travel to the other side of camp after dark, and they’d been told not to gather in large groups, which included eating in the chow hall.

That last order had been the most inconvenient. Take-out food was fine at home when Crash could grab something to go from the window of a fast food joint and bring it back to the barracks. Here? Not so much. But for safety’s sake, all the new orders were necessary. For once command had made a change for a good reason instead of their usual arbitrary, bullshit rules.

Obviously, the big brass had taken whatever chatter they’d heard on the lines seriously. They’d been correct, right down to the timing of the attack—the end of Ramadan when the Muslim world celebrated the completion of a month of daytime fasting with a feast.

Crash had searched online and read all about the religious observance that had provided them with a month of relative peace on base. But judging by this attack, the opposition had taken their Lailut ul-Qadr, Night of Power, to mean something totally different than their religion dictated. The enemy was marking this holy date with a show of strength against the coalition troops, and they’d done it with a bang—literally.

Well, Crash had some power of his own. He gripped his weapon a little tighter. He was a damn good shot, but they’d been issued a limited number of rounds. Every shot had to count. And bullets wouldn’t do much good against mortars or rockets anyway. The bad guys were flinging all sorts of shit at them over the chain link perimeter fence topped with razor wire.

It didn’t matter. If Crash went down, he’d go down fighting, but he wanted it to be with a clear conscious. There was something he needed to get off his chest.

“Zip, I gotta tell you something.”

Over the sound of the incoming fire, Zippy must have heard the gravity in Crash’s tone. “Jesus, Crash. We’re not gonna die here today so keep your damn confessions for another time. All right?”

“Just listen, please. I need this off my chest.”

Zippy let out a huge breath. “Okay, go ahead, but I’m just gonna mock you with whatever you tell me later when we’re back home having beers.”

Crash sincerely doubted that. He launched into his confession anyway. “In May, while we were in New York, I slept with your sister.”

For the first time since they’d taken position, Zippy took his eyes off the perimeter. His gaze cut to Crash, just for a second, before it moved back to the fence. “We’re both gonna survive this, so that afterward, I can kick your ass.”

From Zippy’s mouth to God’s ears…

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CINDERELLA LIBERTY Excerpt “First sight”

Cinderella Liberty

By Cat Johnson

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Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

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“I told you she was hot.” Zippy’s eyes were glued to Dawn, or rather Dawn’s tits, even as he spoke to Crash.

“And I told you I didn’t want to be fixed up.”

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go for it myself. I’d forgotten how smoking she was.”

Crash shook his head. Zippy going for it with his sister’s best friend sounded like a recipe for disaster to him. If it ended up being a one-night stand, Zip wouldn’t be able to help but keep running into the girl because of her friendship with his sister. Same thing if it turned into a longer relationship and ended badly. There’d be hard feelings and no avoiding her. Trish wouldn’t like being put in the middle of a messy situation between her best friend and her brother. That was the very reason Crash shouldn’t be having the thoughts he had about Zippy’s sister.

Crash had never thought of Zippy as a good-looking guy. He just wasn’t wired to think about a fellow Marine like that. But Trish had the same dark hair and rich green eyes her brother had, and on her it was a drop dead gorgeous combination. Add to knockout hair and eyes, Trish’s long legs and tits that weren’t huge but a perfect mouthful and she was his perfect type. The damn women had outfitted her killer body to perfection too. The sundress was low enough in front to hint at some cleavage and short enough to be tasteful but still show off a tempting amount of leg.

More than looks, though, she was funny and cute and—shit, she also happened to be his best buddy’s sister. Crash had to keep reminding himself of that.

Maybe it was for the best she was off limits. Crash didn’t want to be tethered to a relationship back in the States while he was in Afghanistan. That too was a recipe for disaster. Separations like that were hard on an established relationship. Forget about a brand new one just getting off the ground. His last girlfriend had cheated on him while he was stateside—in the same damn town. How could he trust a woman thousands of miles away?

And her being Zippy’s sister made one night of fun with her here in the city impossible. Guys didn’t do that to each other. If the situations were reversed and Zippy screwed around with Crash’s sister and then left for deployment without ever talking to her again, he’d knock Zippy out cold.

Pity, though. He was really enjoying Trish’s company. Watching the way she put Zip in his place was the most fun Crash had had in a while. Half the time Zippy didn’t even realize she was manipulating him into doing what she wanted. Yup, Trish was a smart girl wrapped up in one hell of a tempting package.

Crap. He had to stop thinking that kind of shit.

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TWO TIMES AS HOT (Oklahoma Nights, Book 2) Excerpt

Oklahoma Nights Series by Cat Johnson

TWO TIMES AS HOT (Oklahoma Nights, Book 2)

Coming from Cat Johnson and Kensington Brava in Trade Paperback and eBook September 24th

“Impressively fresh. . .  (Johnson’s) dialogue lilts off the tongue, and her earlier characters continue developing alongside Emma and Logan, keeping returning readers engaged. Johnson’s fans will be looking forward to the next in the series.” Publishers Weekly

One Good Girl…

After her sister snags a hot Oklahoma cowboy, Emma Hart figures it’s her turn to saddle up. And with two country boys pursuing her at once, she’s in for a wild ride…

Two Sexy Guys...

Lieutenant Colonel Logan Hunt can’t deny the heat between him and Emma is fierce. But Logan isn’t looking for anything serious…just a chance to blow off some steam. So why is he crazy jealous when he sees pro bull rider Jace Mills trying to charm Emma into bed?

Winner Takes All…

Logan knows he and Emma could have something special—and not just because she’s smokin’ hot.   Now he has to find a way to prove that even a no-strings-attached guy like him can stick around for the long haul…

EXCERPT (G-rated)

Emma took the clear plastic box holding two wrist corsages and two boutonnières and rested it on top of one of the six-packs. Beer and flowers. It made for an interesting arrangement.

“Thank you for bringing these over.” She swung the door closed and turned to find Logan much closer than he had been before, his arm braced on the top of the fridge.

“My pleasure.” He smiled, his lips temptingly close. “Can I just sneak past you and grab a pop?”

Emma’s mouth grew dry. She licked her own lips and couldn’t seem to keep from staring at his. “Um, a pop?”

His dimples grew deeper as he smiled. “That would be soda to you northeastern girls.”

“Oh, sure. Of course. Sorry.” She liked right where she was, under the arch of his arm, but she moved out of the way so he could get into the fridge.

He opened the door and grabbed a can, glancing at her over his shoulder as he did. “I already had a cup of coffee, but I could sure use the extra caffeine this morning.”

She nodded. It seemed the closer Logan stood, the less she had to say, and Emma rarely found herself speechless.

“So, I guess I’ll see you later?” His eyes focused on hers.

“I look forward to it.”

He didn’t move. Emma didn’t feel compelled to, either, unless it was to step into his arms and see if his kiss was as good as she imagined it to be.

His gaze moved away from her eyes as he reached out and brushed a piece of hair that had fallen over her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear. The move felt as intimate as a caress. “You’ll look perfect however you decide to do your hair for the wedding, but I think it looks great just the way it is.”

Emma imagined Logan pushing her up against the fridge and kissing her while he tangled his fingers in her hair. She swallowed hard. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The door from the house swung open and Tara stood in the opening. “Logan. What are you doing here?”

“He just dropped off our bouquets. They’re beautiful. Want to see yours?” Emma answered Tara’s questions for him, hoping her thoughts of a quickie in the garage with Logan weren’t written all over her face.

“Sure.” Though her focus never strayed from Logan, Tara moved into the garage. She reached out and looped an arm through his. “You’re so sweet to bring them to us. Isn’t he the best, Emma?”

“Yup, the best.” Emma did her best to tear her gaze away from where Tara touched Logan.

Emma had to remember she had no claim on this man. Heck, she even had another date for the wedding, so who was she to complain if Tara touched him and acted like he was hers, the way she was doing right now as her hands remained clasped around his muscle. Tara and Logan had grown up together, after all. They were friends. They had a history.

None of Emma’s lectures to herself worked. The green-eyed monster still took hold and squeezed.

Logan shook his head. “Not at all. Just doing a favor for Tuck. I, uh, gotta run now, though. I’ll see you ladies later.”

“Definitely.” Tara shot him a wide smile even as he disengaged her hand from his arm. “Remember, Logan, you promised to save me a dance.”

“We gotta get through the ceremony first. I better go. The photographer’s waiting on us.” Logan’s gaze cut to Emma. “See you later, Emma.”

At least Logan wasn’t hanging on Tara the way Tara hung on him. That was something. Emma retracted her claws. “Bye. Thanks again.”

With a nod, Logan departed and for better or worse, she was left alone with Tara. Emma yanked hard on the handle of the fridge. “So yours and mine are the two matching smaller ones. The big white bouquet is Becca’s.”

The door to the kitchen had slammed completely shut behind Logan before Tara would even look inside the fridge at what Emma was trying to show her.

“Oh, nice. Just wanted to get myself a pop. See ya.” Tara reached inside and grabbed a soda before she scampered off with her pop, probably in pursuit of Logan, if Emma had to venture a guess.

Emma was competitive in work. Even in play—don’t get her started in a heated game of Scrabble or the tiles might start to fly—but her love life was a different situation. She was in no mood to compete with Tara for Logan’s attention. Just as she had never wanted to compete with Jace’s ex-girlfriend for his time.

When it came to Oklahoma men, it seemed Emma was routinely too late. There was always a woman from the past. A woman who drank pop not soda.

She would always be the interloper, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

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