Tarnished Saints Series – Book 6
James Taylor is a polite cowboy who can’t say no to women. Mindy MacAllister is a woman with a dark and secret past, who wants to settle down with James. But her secret may force the cowboy to say the N word after all.
Excerpt from Wrangling James:
Mindy turned around with a bowl of black-lentil soup in each hand and almost spilled them when she saw James standing there drying his hands – without a shirt. His chest looked fantastic and she almost cried out when she saw it. Talk about six packs and biceps – he had it all. Her eyes roamed from his handsome face down to his broad chest, past his flat nipples, and then to his sexy navel and taut stomach. He was in terrific shape, obviously from all the physical labor, and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Then her gaze dropped lower, as he threw the towel over the back of the chair and hooked his thumb into a belt loop of his jeans, which pulled down the material so far she could see that sexy V and some dark, crisp hair that led to a very nice package he was sporting under his zipper.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, reaching forward to take the bowls of soup from her.
“No. Nothing’s wrong at all.” He pulled out the chair for her just like the gentleman she remembered him to be, even when he was only a teen. She settled herself on the chair, but with his bare chest staring her in the face, she knew there was going to be no way she’d be able to concentrate on dinner.
He obviously noticed her interest in him, as a slight grin poked up at the corner of his mouth in amusement.
“I don’t usually eat dinner without wearing a shirt,” he told her.
“I don’t mind,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
“No, it just wouldn’t be proper with a lady in the house. I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into the bedroom and she released a deep breath, embarrassed by the sensual thoughts flitting through her brain right now, and also the way she’d blurted out that she didn’t mind his bare chest. What the hell was the matter with her? He was going to think she was some kind of floozy if she kept this up.
Suddenly soup wasn’t what she felt hungry for and she needed something to calm down her racing heart right now. She got up and walked over to the fridge and found a bottle of white wine sitting on the counter next to it. Grabbing two wine glasses from the cabinet, she went back to the table and poured them each a glass.
“Ok, now I’m ready to eat,” he said, returning with his hair brushed back and wearing a clean, but wrinkled shirt.
“Aunt Cappy called earlier and said she needed more time to talk sense into my grandfather,” Mindy told him. “She convinced him to stay the night at her house in town. I think he had too much to drink or he would have fought her on that.” She picked up the glass of wine as she talked, and James’s eyes darted to her hand.
“Mindy – ”
“And then your brother, Thomas, called and said Jory wanted to stay with them for dinner since she met your niece Gabby who is her own age and they really hit it off.” She put the wine glass up to her mouth.
“Mindy I – ”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, they wanted her to spend the night but I said no since I didn’t think it was proper since I don’t really know them. Even though I know if they’re related to you they’re trustworthy, but still it didn’t seem right since it’s our first day here and all.”
“Mindy, I need to tell you – ”
“I know, I talk too much. I guess it’s a habit I have when I’m nervous.” She giggled. “That and giggling, but I’ll shut up now and let you talk.” She took a swig of wine, needing to calm her nerves since sitting here alone with James when he looked so sexy made her worry that she might just do something stupid if Thomas didn’t get here with her daughter soon.
The wine slid down her throat, and it felt like a hot poker of fire from hell. She spit what was still in her mouth across the table and started coughing, as it took her breath away. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen sink, bending over it, just trying to breathe.
“Are you all right?” James grabbed the towel from the back of the chair and rushed over to Mindy, not able to hold back the chuckle that spilled forth from his lips. He patted her back, then when she was finally able to breathe, he took the towel and wiped the dribbles from her chin.
“Why didn’t you tell me that wasn’t wine?” she gasped.
“I tried to, but you wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.”
Her green eyes looked up to him, so close that he could see every little golden speck within them.
“Next time, just interrupt,” she said. “Now what was that I just drank? I’m guessing it was either turpentine or one of my grandfather’s concoctions.”
“It’s not turpentine,” he told her with a low chuckle. “I never would have let you drink turpentine. I believe that was some of the old man’s moonshine collection.”
She grabbed his hand to stop him from wiping her mouth and before he could help himself, he bent over and brought his lips to hers.
She didn’t fight him like he thought she might, but instead she raised her chin and accepted his kiss, her eyes closing in the process. She tasted like heaven, her lips soft and moist, and with the tingle of Old Man MacAllister’s moonshine on her tongue it excited him even more.
Their lips parted slowly, but before he could pull away, she’d grabbed him behind his head and pushed her mouth against his again, but this time with much more passion. He heard the slight moan at the back of her throat as he parted her lips with his tongue and entered her mouth. Her tongue shot out to caress his, and he settled his hands around her hips and pulled her up close, noticing himself getting hard in the process.