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Tough. Taciturn. And a fool for letting her go-
A Wild Ride story.
Wyoming rancher Quinn McKay thought he-d only have to bide time until his levelheaded wife came to her senses and called a halt to this -trial separation-. He never believed the marital rough patch would drag on for a coon-s age.
Libby McKay knew when she married the gruff, laid-back cowboy that he wasn-t prone to blathering about his feelings. But three months have passed and her stubborn-as-a-mule husband is still living by himself in the horse trailer. It seems he-d rather hold onto his pride than hold onto her.
Quinn realizes Libby is determined to move on if he doesn-t loosen his tongue and he-ll lose the only woman he-s ever loved. In a last-ditch effort to keep her in his life, he offers her one weekend of uninterrupted sexual decadence.
Reigniting the passion is easy. The hard part comes after the sheets have cooled and they find out if what remains is strong enough to survive past mistakes.
Warning: Old-fashioned groveling leads to smokin- hot sexual encounters-steamin- up the truck windows, rockin- the horse trailer-proving even an old married dog can learn naughty new tricks.
154 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2009
Quotes:
Quinn:
“I’m gonna f*ckin’ kill him. See how goddamn happy his hands are after I break ’em off at the wrists.”
Libby and Quinn:
“Is that why you behaved like that last night at Ziggy’s?”
“Like what?”
“You know how you behaved.” Quinn chewed slowly and swallowed. “You lookin’ for an apology?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay. I’m sorry that sonuvabitch who had his paws all over you didn’t spend all goddamn night pickin’ his teeth up off the floor after I knocked ’em clean outta his mouth.”
“So you’re not apologizing?” Quinn flashed his teeth. “For actin’ like a man and for protecting what’s mine? Hell no.” He leaned closer. “Does that shock you?”
“A little. Lord, Quinn, that was completely out of character for you, cussing, threatening a guy and causing a public scene.”
He shrugged. “That’s because I keep that side of myself to myself.”
“Why?”
Should he answer? Could he? Yes. No more hiding. Balls to the wall. “Quinn?” “Because it’d scare you worse than it does me.”
“I’m not exactly a delicate flower,” she retorted. “And I’ve known you all my life.”
“Yeah? Then did ya think I’d go with my original impulse of draggin’ you back home by the hair and provin’ to you just who has the right to put his hands all over you?”
Quinn and Libby:
“I want you right now.”
“Where?”"
"“Table.” He untied the belt on her robe, pushed it to the floor and groaned satisfaction she was still naked.
“But the dishes—”
“F*ck the dishes.” Quinn turned, jerked the corners of the tablecloth until all the plates and silverware crashed together and rolled to the opposite end of the table. “Problem solved.”