Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Cooper Stud Ranch Men

Who wouldn't want to have these cowboys? These are only half of the Cooper Clan. Twelve brothers. I am not sure if all will have a story but am hoping so someday.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Getting Wild

Neal Riley gets more then he bargains for when he takes a leave of absence from his job to tend bar for his brother at The Swollen Pussy Club. His life is turned upside down when librarian and would-be erotic novelist Jennifer Logan, takes a job as a stripper to – “research” – her next book. Jennifer’s ex-boyfriend Steve, and hostile erotic dancer Cameo, bring danger to the mix and threaten Neal and Jennifer’s on-again-off-again torrid romance. Only time will tell if her research will bring more than just a great story for her book – and a happy-ever-after ending for herself?
Neal stood outside waiting for Jennifer to show up. He couldn’t believe that all those women were screaming for him. A few tried to give him their phone numbers, but he wasn’t interested. The only woman who interested him was Jennifer.She walked out of the club right on time. He couldn’t wait to take her to his brother’s house where they would finally be alone.He held open the car door and ushered her in. “Let’s get out of here. I want you all to myself, with no distractions this time.” Once he was in the car he pulled her into his arms. His finger tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone and jaw. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Did you know that when I came to the library, I didn’t come for any damn book! It was to see you. I had to be near you and I couldn’t think about anything else, but being inside you.” Jennifer closed her eyes and he felt the shiver run through her body.“Jen, are you cold? I can turn up the heat if you want me to. He reached for the knob to turn it up. “No, I’m not cold. Take me to your place. I need to touch you and I can’t do that here.” She spoke in a weak and tremulous whisper, while her fingers touched his lips. It wasn’t long before they pulled up in front of Nathan’s house. As she exited the car, he glanced at her legs; she had on black stockings to match the black dress she wore. He felt his jeans getting tighter. “Let’s get into the house before I fuck you right here in the driveway,” he growled. Jennifer gave him a shy smile and offered her hand. He took her hand in his and walked her to the house.He wanted her so bad his hands were shaking. It took forever to open the front door. Once inside, he helped her out of her coat, placing it on the chair closest to the door.His fingers tore at the buttons on his shirt, and having removed it, he revealed his muscular torso once again to her. As his shirt fell to the floor, he caught her gazing at him.He pulled her into a passionate embrace, first kissing her eyes, then the tip of her nose, and finally he brought his lips down on hers. She returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm. Placing her hands on his chest, she caressed him with her fingers, making his muscles tense. Her simple touch aroused him beyond anything he’d ever experienced. The feeling was more than he could handle. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He wanted her out of her dress and his hands reached around her back and started to lower the zipper. Halfway down, it fell to the floor in a heap around her feet. She stood there naked except for her thigh high black stockings and stiletto heels. When he recovered from the shock of finding her completely naked under that fancy dress he broke into a wide grin. His hands roamed intimately over her breasts. One hand slid down her stomach to the swell of her hips, then lower to her inner thighs, finding her clit. His thumb began rubbing her, while one finger slid into the folds of her sex. Hearing her soft moan, his mouth covered hers hungrily, wanting more. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the old antique dining room table, gently placing her on top. She moved her fingers toward the band of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pulling them down over his hard firm ass, past his thighs. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and her eyes grew wide when she saw his long, thick cock.

The Hero's from my Books

Bottom to Top:
Mark Playing House
Mike and Kevin-Raining on Sunday
Hudson and Grant-Naughty Whispers
Getting Wild-Neal(forgot to add his after Naughty so it will be out of order
A Christmas Wish-Spencer-dont you just love goatees I sure do.
Seduction The Riley Way-Nathan-Neals brother(not published yet)
Hunters Possession-Adam and Ryan I just loveeee Ryan(the one in hat)
Breathless Whispers-Chase and Greg(not published yet)
Claiming Lauren-Luke and Max-WIP
Madam Bree and the Sheriff-Sheriff Caleb WIP
The Cooper Stud Ranch-Ben, sheriff Dan, Jake (not published yet)

Hunter's Possession


When Travis Hunter dies, his Will brings together his long-lost sons Ryan and Adam, and Travis’s beautiful young widow Brooke. How will they divide Travis’s legacy, the Triple-H ranch? And who will claim the richest prize of all, the ravishing Brooke Hunter? Can they have it all?


He couldn’t get her off his mind, and being away from her for four hours drove him nearly crazy. While out riding, thoughts of her played over and over in his head. All of them were of her naked and in several positions: those long, sensuous legs, wrapped around him while she rode his throbbing shaft, cowgirl style. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door..
“Brooke, it’s Ryan. Can I come in?” He waited until he heard a soft voice telling him he could enter.
She was sitting on the bed with a book in her lap, wearing a thin sleeveless nightgown that barely covered her thighs. The only light was a small lamp. Next to the lamp were several more books. He wasn’t much of a reader since he was always too busy on the farm. She looked as if she’d been crying and that bothered him for some reason.
“Did you want something Ryan? I’m really into a good part in my book and would like to get back to it.”
He saw she could barely look at him when she spoke. “It looks like you’ve been crying, why? Did Adam do something while I was gone? If he did I’ll kick his ass all the way back into town.”
“ No, he didn’t do anything. But I think he’s ready to kick your ass for what you did.”
“I’m sorry Brooke, I mean - for ruining the nice meal you prepared.” He offered her a forgiving smile. “I know you worked really hard on it.”
“It wasn’t that hard really. I just hope what took place won’t happen again. You two should try and get along. I’m sure Adam isn’t a bad guy like you think he is. Now - if there isn’t anything else, I’d really like to finish this chapter so I can go to sleep.”
Ryan walked closer to the bed where he could see right through her gown and he let out a groan. His eyes darkened with arousal at the site of what she had hidden under her gown. He wanted her – now – right now - and there was no one around that would stop him, not even Adam.
Ryan grabbed the book out of her hands and held it up high enough for her not to reach it.
“What do you think you’re doing? I was reading that.”
“You can read it later; much, much later if I have anything to say about it.”
Brooke was riled up and she rose from the bed. With all her strength, she tried to grab the book but Ryan held it out of her reach, switching it from hand to hand. His face broke into a wide grin at the site of her. She looked cute when she got mad. Ryan grabbed her waist pulling her to him. “I’m going to kiss you again. Ever since earlier today, I’ve been wanting another taste of you.”
“If you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work.”
“What are you going to do, hit me with the broom again?”
Brooke tugged on his shirt so hard that he dropped the book and they both toppled to the bed with Brooke underneath him.
He moved his weight off and lay next to her. Cupping her chin in his hand, he searched her face for any sign for him to stop. Seeing none his lips came coaxingly down on hers. She returned his kiss with a burning, aching need. Her lips tasted sweet and he wanted more. His tongue licked a path down her neck stopping at the edge of her gown.

A Christmas Wish

Spencer Martin was a workaholic who hated Christmas ever since his girlfriend was killed on that day five years ago. When Spencer’s sister invites him to spend Christmas with her the idea of a ‘family’ Christmas doesn’t sit well with him. But he has a change of heart when he hears that his first love, Maggie Sinclair, would be there. Maggie loved Christmas, from her snowman decorations to baking cookies for her elementary class and everything in between. Could Maggie make Spencer love Christmas again? Could she make him fall in love again?
They walked to the barn in silence. Maggie could tell that Spencer was preoccupied. She wondered if it was the kiss earlier that still worried him. Spencer pulled open the weathered, wooden door and they entered the barn, shafts of light leaking through cracks in the wall, the smell of hay in the air. Once inside, Maggie turned and smiled, “Remember what happened the last time we were in a barn together?”“Definitely; I chased away some skinny-assed kid who had his hands all over you. I wanted to beat him senseless. Can’t remember his name though, do you?”“No, I don’t remember it either.” She bit her lower lip and looked at him through half-closed eyelids. “I do remember what happened after he was gone though.”“I do too. I kissed you hard on the lips and you kissed me back.” He reached out, his strong arms pulling her close to him. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to do it again, just like that.”Maggie put her arms around his neck as he pulled her into his arms. What is it about this man that makes me forget everything else around me?Spencer’s hand slid down her back pressing her firmly against him. She couldn’t stop the sound that escaped her as their bodies molded tightly together. The kiss was deep and smoldering and she didn’t want it to end. Suddenly, almost as quickly as the kiss had begun, Spencer was pushing away from her. He saw her eyes question why; the kiss being something they both wanted to continue, but he couldn’t. He pointed to the loft. “Let’s get those packages hidden before Karen and Tony get back.”As she looked up and saw the height of the loft Maggie shivered. “Spencer, I don’t think I can climb all the way up there. What if I get dizzy?”“I’ll be right behind you sweetheart; you won’t fall. I promise.”He watched Maggie climb up. The view of her cute ass was becoming addictive. Thinking about what he could do to that ass made him hard as a brick and as hot as a firecracker, ready to go off at the first spark. He’d no idea Maggie was afraid of heights until now. She was actually trembling. He encouraged her to continue. “You’re almost there, Maggie.” When Maggie reached the top and was off the ladder, he handed her the bag of gifts he’d carried up. As soon as he was on firm footing, he pulled her into his arms again. He kissed her, hoping it would help her get over her fear of heights. His hands roamed over her body, slowly stroking and teasing her over her shirt. His fingers brushed across her nipples until they became tight little nubs.Spencer quickly undressed her, with his clothes joining hers on a bale of hay. He laid her down with the hay as a cushion and placed his body over hers. Continuing to stroke her, he pinched her nipples with one hand as his other moved down to her belly. One finger circled her belly button before traveling further south to brush the tight curls between her thighs.Slowly he kissed her lips and she kissed him back with equal intensity. Loving her mouth he wondered what it would feel like wrapped around his cock. That would have to wait until later. Spencer needed to be inside her and couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue ran across her lips, than dipped inside her mouth.Her hands caressed his hard body driving him insane. His fingers played with her nipples until they were hard and ready for his mouth. His tongue traced around the pink flesh before taking it into his mouth and softly sucking it between his teeth. With one hand he spread her legs further apart and she moaned softly as his finger entered her aroused sex. He teased her, pumping his finger in and out, until her rhythm joined his. She was ready for him and he was more than ready for her. He rubbed his cock along her slit and slid it greedily into her nether lips.“Spencer, don’t stop. It feels so good.”“Do you have any idea what you do to me Maggie? I need you so badly right now.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Naughty Whispers

What’s a girl to do when she’s got two hot men, willing, able and more than ready to take care of her needs? Gina had almost everything she could ever want: a college degree, money, and a new business - everything except the love of a man; let alone two men. Hudson and Grant, her brother’s best friends, were back in her life. Could they be the ones to accept the challenge?
Grant was going out of his mind watching her suck spaghetti through her pouty lips. He dreamed of those pretty pink lips wrapped around and sucking his cock while Hudson pounded into her from behind. He thought he’d go insane as she slowly slid a breadstick into her waiting mouth; watching that tongue of hers lick the breadstick made him almost lose control. He glanced to Hudson and saw he was about to jump out of his chair and ravish her right on the table. There was no way he’d last through desert.When it came time to clear the table he wasn’t sure he could move with his erection straining against his jeans. He was embarrassed to stand, his passions clearly evident. He had to have her, even if it was just one night. Maybe then he would be able to move on with his life. He wondered if her brother would accept what happened between the three of them and whether they would continue to remain friends; he hoped so.Grant pushed himself to a standing position and carried his plate to the kitchen. He stopped when he heard Gina tell Hudson that she knew all about their threesomes, ever since she watched them from the stairs at Greg’s party. “Gina, you don’t have any idea what you are asking of us. What will Greg say? What will this do to any of us?” Grant placed his dishes in the sink and looked into her eyes.“Greg doesn’t control me any longer; I’m an adult now. Yes; it’s all I’ve thought about. I haven’t been able to date for two years because I wanted to be with both of you, at least one time. Then maybe, just maybe, I can move on.”Grant was speechless and excited, one time only, and then maybe they could all move on. Without saying another word, he took her hand in his and led her into the living room, up the flight of stairs, and down the hall toward his bedroom. Hudson followed close behind them.Hudson had enough. He could still taste that sweet kiss from earlier when he picked her up from work and now he wanted more. She looked hot in that black sleeveless top and mini skirt and he’d been fantasizing about what was under there. Her soft ivory shoulders beckoned to him. Her hair was black like shining glass and he wanted to take off the clip that was holding her hair on top of her head so he could see all of it. His fingers slid sensuously over one bare arm. He cupped her chin tenderly in his warm hand before kissing her. He felt her yielding to the passion of his kiss. Raising his mouth from hers, he gazed into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby?”“Yes, I’m sure.” She felt Grant lift her shirt off and let it fall to the floor. The clip holding her hair up followed next. Then the touch of Grant’s fingers eased the lacy cup of her bra aside exposing one of her breasts. The caress of Hudson’s tongue against her swollen nipple made her softly moan. Grant’s hand roam up her thigh and under her skirt and she felt her legs go weak.***Greg was worried about his sister. She hadn’t come home or called to tell him she would be out late. Maybe he was being a little hard on her about the store, but he still didn’t like her working there. He went by Naughty Whispers only to find it closed for the evening. Maybe Grant and Hudson would know where she was. He’d told them about her working at that store and both mentioned they would try and talk to her. Then he never heard from either of his friends the rest of the day. He stopped at Hudson’s place and when no one answered there, he went by Grant’s.Standing in front of Grant’s condo, Greg saw lights on, figuring someone must be home. After ringing the bell for the fifth time, he was ready to give up when Grant finally opened the door. Both men seemed to be in shock at seeing the other, and Greg noticed his friend was shirtless and out of breath.Greg walked into the condo and looked around. “Sorry for the interruption bud, but have you seen or spoken to Gina lately? I’m getting worried; she isn’t home yet.” Suddenly Greg saw his sister coming down the stairs, rearranging her clothes and his friend Hudson right behind her. “What the hell is going on here?

Raining in Sunday

Amelia lost her husband and was now in danger of losing her dream house. The constant rain drenched her, washing away her tears…and hope. Could the answer to her problems lay in becoming the sex slave to the two handsome builders of her dream home? Mike and Kevin could only hope her answer would be “yes.”
Mike drove his truck as close to the front door as he could without pulling it up on the curb. He fumbled with the keys as he ran to unlock the door. Once he had the door open, Kevin carried Amelia inside and placed her on the sofa. He lifted her foot, placing it gently on a pillow on top of the footstool, and went to the kitchen for some ice. Mike removed her shoes, letting his long lean fingers slowly massage her ankle and feet. He was trying to assess her injuries, but the softness of her skin was distracting him.Amelia felt the shivers up her body as he caressed her ankle, working his way up her leg. His touch felt fantastic and she moaned from both the pleasure and pain of it. She always enjoyed a massage; and she had a feeling Mike would be great at giving full body massages as well. I wonder what else he could do with those fingers.Kevin returned with the ice pack, which was cold, and his fantasies, which were hot and in overdrive. He wasn’t bothered by the fact that Mike was giving her a foot rub, what was troubling was Amelia’s contented reaction to the intimacy of the effort. Damn him! Mike was already making his moves before Kevin even got the chance. I guess I have to wait my turn or beat Mike at his own game. Hell I’d be happy to share her if it that was the only way to be with her. Amelia jumped as Kevin placed the dishtowel with the ice gingerly on her ankle.“Sorry about that gorgeous, but it will help keep the swelling down.” Kevin let his fingers grave her arm, trying to get her attention away from Mike. “I never knew something could hurt so much,” she whined, sucking in her breath as the throbbing pain overtook her.Mike assessed the situation. “First, the good news. Your ankle’s not broken. You did twist it badly and it’s going to take a few days before your back on your feet. So we need to talk about your job.” Mike put an emphasis on the last word. “From what we’ve seen so far, you working as a carpenter isn’t going to work. The injury you’ve suffered is going to keep you off your feet for a few days. I would like to offer you our hospitality while you recover. Kevin and I feel since you injured yourself at our job site we should take care of you. When you’re up an about we’d like you to consider being our maid and general housekeeper. As you can see when you look around the room Kevin’s a bit of a slob.”“Hey, I might suck at cleaning but at least I can cook, unlike you,” Kevin laughed.Without missing a beat, Mike continued, “There is one other way you could work off the money you owe us.”Amelia relaxed a bit as the ice started to numb the pain. She silently studied the two handsome men before her. “I’m not the best of housekeepers, so what’s the other option you’ve been considering?” Mike paused for a moment, and looked at Kevin, and then back at Amelia. “We’d like you to consider being our sex slave for one week. The earning potential should give you enough to finish paying off the house, if that’s really what you want to do.”Amelia’s shock was evident. She remained silent for several seconds before she dared to speak. “Are you two crazy? Sex slave?” She looked at both Mike and Kevin, and realized they were serious. The suggestion made her panties wet. Surely they’re kidding, but I sure hope not. She smiled seductively as she made eye contact with Mike and then Kevin. I hope they don’t expect an immediate answer on this one. If I were smart, regardless of the pain in my ankle, I’d just walk out the door. But I can’t because I owe them money and I have to pay off the debt if I want the house. Damn, what a mess. “How long do I have to think about this?” Amelia nibbled on her lower lip, contemplating their answer. Hell, her ex-husband, on their wedding night, had told her she had no clue how to make a man happy in bed. His comments echoed in her head. “You can have the rest of tonight to consider our offer. We’d like an answer first thing tomorrow,” Mike smiled.Leaving her to think about their offer, Mike and Kevin walked to the kitchen to start dinner. From time to time Amelia made eye contact with one of them seeing only anticipation in their eyes. Hell what will it be, I know they want an answer but I don’t know what to do. I’m an okay housekeeper but that’s no fun. Sex slave, now that’s a profession I haven’t tried. I just don’t want to be humiliated when all is said and done. Hell what if my ex-husband was right, what if I don’t know what a man wants? I need to get out of here. She tried to stand, but the pain that shot from her ankle up her leg was excruciating. She sat back down with a plop. I can’t even walk out of here, what am I going to do?
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Playing House by Jodi Olson

What would a woman do to get her inheritance, especially if it required she have a husband? Could she rope the nearest cowboy; and if she caught him…what would she do with him? Kathryn gets more than she bargained for when she starts…PLAYING HOUSE.

Kathryn absently stirred her drink and mulled over her dilemma. She was due to inherit a large sum of money from her father but there were problems, some of her own making, but problems nonetheless. Her father left her a substantial inheritance in his will, but only if she was married by the age of thirty. Her thirtieth birthday was the day after tomorrow, and she was still single. That complicated things because six months earlier Kathryn told her mother she was married, happily married to a hot cowboy. She’d lied to her mother, telling her she hadn’t told her about the marriage before now because she and her new husband had been so busy since the wedding they just hadn’t had time…too much work. Now her mother was expecting them, Kathryn and her non-existent husband, for a short visit. Kathryn had felt the lie was worth the reward. Once her mother saw how happily married she was there would be no problem in getting her inheritance. The problem was Kathryn was due at her mom’s tomorrow…and she had no ‘hot cowboy husband’.The bartender stopped to see if Kathryn wanted another drink. He flirted with her but she wasn’t paying any attention. She wanted a cowboy, not a bartender. Kathryn smiled as she looked at Mark. “I think I’ll change my drink to Get Laid. That sounds like a good one to try, don’t you think?” Mark had a mouthful of beer and spit it all over the bar. They were both laughing.“Hey, you OK over there, mister?” she asked him. “Yea, I’m fine, just never heard of that drink. Guess cowboys only drink whiskey or beer. I’m curious what’s in a Get Laid, if you don’t mind me asking?”“Well, 1 oz of vodka, ¾ oz of raspberry schnapps, fill the glass to about an inch from the top with pineapple juice, add a splash of cranberry juice and you have a Get Laid. They’re really good. You get used to them after you’ve had a couple.” Mark grimaced, the drink didn’t sound good to him, too sweet, too fruity. He nodded to Kathryn. “Think I’ll stay with beer Ma’am. Get Laid doesn’t sound like a drink for a cowboy.”“So you’re a cowboy? I love cowboys! In fact I’m supposed to be married to one right now.” Kathryn took another sip of her drink. She needed to stop drinking or she would say more than she intended to this stranger. “What do you mean by you’re supposed to be married? Where’s your husband?” Several thoughts ran through Mark’s head as he waited for her answer. She didn’t look married, hell she wasn’t even wearing a ring. “Well cowboy it’s a long story,” she said. She took her drink, stood up from the stool, and walked over to Mark.Kathryn got close to him and crinkled up her nose. ”Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like cow shit? You make my eyes water.” “Believe me lady, I know what I smell like; unfortunately; it goes with the job. It’s money and it pays my bills so I can’t complain.” “How much money can there be in cleaning up cow shit? I can’t believe there would be much money in that. Would you like to do a job for me instead? It would keep you from stinking that’s for sure, and you’d make a lot of money in a short period of time, cowboy!”Mark silently wondered what her “job” might be. He didn’t need her money; he had enough money, so why was he even considering her offer? With another look at her he knew why, and it had nothing to do with money.“Doing what? Hell, I don’t even know your name. Mind sharing that with me?” Mark yawned, the long day was catching up, he was getting sleepy but he didn’t want to leave just yet. He bet her story was a good one and he wanted to hear it. “I will pay you to be my husband for a few days while I go see my mother and get my inheritance money.”Laughing, Mark pushed his hat back on his head and placed his beer on the bar. “You have to be kidding, right?”“No, I’m not kidding. My father died leaving me some money, actually a lot of money, but he had in his Will that by the time I was thirty and I had to be married to get that money. Well I’m nearly thirty and single. I told my mother I was married to a cowboy and we were very happy. My name is Kathryn Moore, my father was Kelvin Moore. Have you ever heard of him?” “Well Kathryn, no I haven’t heard of him, but then I don’t get a chance to read the local papers and I don’t live around here either. I’m just passing through on my way home. I’ve been driving all day and now that I’ve had some food and a few beers all I want to do is get in a hot shower and crawl into bed. I still have a long drive in the morning so I’ll call it a night. It was nice chatting with you and good luck on finding that cowboy.”Mark rose and walked past her, tipping his hat as he went out the door.Kathryn ordered another drink, sipped it and considered her options. She couldn’t figure out what to do about her life. She took the unused wedding rings out of her purse and stared hopelessly at them. Shaking her head she got up and resignedly walked out the door, defeat evident on her face.

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