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Simply Sophisticated Publishing
Genre: Contemporary
Series: Impressions - Book 2
Format: E-Book
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Will
the stubborn biker be able to resist of the
persuasive businessman, who could match him in all
ways?
Kincaid Vaughn knows what
he likes in a man. And the redheaded cowboy is so
far from his usual type. When passion
between
them explodes, he goes with it. But he wakes to find
that the man has left with no word, and that he is
not just any cowboy, but Alistair James--brother to
Kincaid’s good friend. Kincaid is pissed. In his
opinion, Alistair puts money above family, which is
something Kincaid cannot accept. He decides he is
only mildly annoyed, or at least that’s what he
tells himself. The return of Alistair and his
declaration that he is back to make Kincaid his is
baffling. Kincaid decides that a fling with the sexy
man is fine, but no emotion or getting attached. But
Alistair’s determined pursuit may change his mind…
eventually.
Alistair James knew from the time he laid eyes on
the sensual biker that he would make him his…every
ornery, stubborn, and arrogant inch of him. Kincaid
might say it was just sex, but with his every touch,
things he did and the way he treated him, Alistair
knew the truth. The hardheaded man wanted him now
and forever. Alistair would just have to use his
considerable skills of persuasion and orneriness.
And if that didn’t work, then doing what he wants to
bring Kincaid around to his way of thinking. It will
take A Tender Roughness to get the man that
was made only for him… each and every edible inch. |
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Excerpt |
Warning: This excerpt contains adult content. 18 and
over only, please. |
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A sound made him turn, and his breath
caught as he viewed the black horse. Its powerful
front legs kicked up, and then it dropped back down
and raced around the paddock. A chestnut horse raced
out of a small building that was part of the paddock.
It joined the black one, and they ran around the
enclosed area.
“No way it hell am I riding that,” Kincaid whispered.
Kincaid turned back to the cabin. He stared at the man
who was now standing on the porch. The rangy man came
down the stairs in a long-legged, confident stride.
His face was shadowed under a dark brown Stetson he
wore over deep copper-red hair. A braid rested over
one broad shoulder with its tail end coming to rest
against a flat abdomen. Kincaid sucked in a breath as
the man came closer, his features becoming clearer.
Smooth, silky-looking pale white skin offset bright
blue eyes framed with curly lashes. Sloping forehead,
high cheeks, slightly flared nose, and a firm chin
came together to make him devastatingly handsome. But
it was his lush, full lips that caught Kincaid. The
lips were meant to be kissed, licked, and worshipped.
Kincaid was six-foot-three, and this man matched him
in height. Something about him seemed familiar, but
Kincaid couldn’t figure out why. He glanced down the
man’s frame. The wide shoulders tapered down into a
full chest, then a narrow waist and into full hips.
His legs were encased in comfortable-looking jeans. He
stood with booted feet braced apart.
I want to see that ass. Kincaid’s cock went
rock hard, and he stifled a groan, wondering how the
jeans would hug that butt that he could cup perfectly
in his hands. He would bet his bike on it. The man
wasn’t even his type, but with a body like his,
Kincaid could overlook that.
“Kincaid Vaughn?” a surprisingly deep voice asked.
Kincaid raised his eyes and met those bright blues.
His eyes narrowed as he noted the coldness in them. He
took in the slightly nasty curl to those full lips.
Crossing his arms over his barrel chest, the man’s
eyes dropped, taking in Kincaid’s tats. He met
Kincaid’s gaze again. The coldness in his eyes seemed
to have increased.
“That’s me. Where’s Jolie?” He wasn’t about to observe
the niceties of being friendly.
Kincaid had no idea who this guy was but already he
didn’t like him one bit. He just wanted him gone.
“Jolie sent me. She has been unavoidably detained. I’m
to make sure you enjoy your stay at AJ Ranch.” There
was a slight sneer in his tone.
“My, my. Aren’t we sounding all hoity-toity? No need
to put yourself out. I’ll come another time when I can
have better company.” Kincaid smiled, slow and
insolent.
The man’s eyes narrowed, and then his lips thinned.
Kincaid gave him a mocking salute, then turned and
went back to his bike.
“I understand if you don’t think you can cut it on a
horse,” he stated in a cold challenge.
Kincaid stopped, back rigid. He looked back. The
red-head smiled coldly, then tucked his hands into his
front pockets. Kincaid grabbed his jacket, helmet, and
bag off the back of his bike and walked back over to
him. He raised one eyebrow. Mr Hoity-Toity made a
mocking gesture for Kincaid to follow him, then strode
to the steps of the porch. Kincaid bit off a curse at
the sight of the ass that surpassed what he had
imagined.
Just my luck to be stuck with an asshole who has a
fine ass. Kincaid chuckled at the irony. |
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Copyright ©
Talia Carmichael, 2011.
All Rights Reserved. |
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Kathy at BlackRavens Review gives 4 Ravens! She says in part: “In A
Tender Roughness Talia Carmichael pairs
biker Kincaid Vaughn with buttoned down business man
Alistair James and the combination proves to be
irresistible and incredibly sexy.” |
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