Yes, it is official, I’ve signed the contract for the second Love on the Line book. It has the same characters, just with a happier ending. No release date yet, but I’m assuming the beginning of the year. I’ll post the date as soon as I know it.
I’m also working on a prequel for the wounded vet series and a western contemporary, both of which I hope to have out by the end of the year, if not sooner. Come on, Fingers!
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Ok, this is the third release in three months, and I’m just a bit tired. But I’m happy with this short. There will be a second one coming as well, if I can catch my breath and get my thoughts in order.
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He curled his palms over the armrests and forced his gaze out the window and away from her tempting shape. She wouldn’t appreciate an old guy like him ogling her, considering how rough he looked right now. For a solid week, he’d been chasing a bail jumper, moving at all hours of the day and night to track the fugitive down. His jaw ached with a bruise from the man’s fist and itched with the beginnings of a beard, and his hair stuck up from his head, a mess from catching up on sleep on the hard lower bunk.
The intercom droned in the hallway. Though he couldn’t make out the words, he knew the train was preparing to depart. Beneath him, the vibration of the diesel began to build. He opened his mouth to tell the girl to hang on when the train lurched into motion. Staggering, she tried to maintain her balance but tripped on the bag at her feet. She splayed her arms to break her fall. He snagged her wrist, and with a strategic tug and twist, her butt landed square in his lap. If he’d been any less strong, the maneuver wouldn’t have worked. He choked back a laugh as he remembered his earlier thoughts. Thank you, Madam Fate.
Unable to help himself, he gripped her tiny waist. My God, her ass is perfect. She twisted to peer over her shoulder at him. “They don’t give you much warning, do they?”
Those luminous eyes dropped to his lips, and the awareness that had rolled through his body seconds earlier exploded. It centered in his groin, hardening his cock to the point of pain. He thought she would be offended, but she didn’t move away. Anxious to leave her the option to move, he forced his hands open and rested them on the arms of the chair. “Didn’t mean to grab you.”
She shrugged her tanned shoulders, and he got a peek at a bright pink bra strap under the tank. “I don’t mind a little handling by a man.”
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Bail Bondsman Brady Frost tracked a bail jumper all the way to New York. It was a rough apprehension, and now he just wants a quiet train ride home to Florida. He’d hoped to avoid sharing his space, but when a tight little co-ed is assigned to his cabin, then propositions him, how can he say no?
Lorna McNight is ready to shake off her self-imposed sexual drought. For four years she devoted herself to attaining her degree, but she’s ready to bust loose in a graduation bash for the record books. Rugged, mature Brady appeals to her more than any of the boys she went to school with, and she wants him to give her the ride of her life on the way to Florida. Will he cooperate and leave them both with a rail tale to remember?