Well, hello there! I'm pleased to be here today to introduce you to Dillon Dumen, the eldest brother at Dumen Ranch. He served time in the Army as a non-commissioned officer, and still carries that air of absolute authority in everything he does--including how he treats a woman in the bedroom. *shiver*
Dillon's Claim is the standalone sequel to
Deacon's Touch, also a part of the Dume Ranch series here at The Wilder Rose Press.
As an early Christmas present I'm giving away a digital copy of sexy Dillon's book (details at end of post), so I hope you'll enter the contest for a chance to take this delicious cowboy home with you for free.
Blurb: Charissa Myers attends a bachelorette weekend at a Texas guest ranch,
knowing she’ll have to confront Dillon Dumen. The sexy cowboy is
everything she’s ever wanted in a man but, gun-shy after a previous BDSM
encounter gone bad, she denied her need to submit to the irresistible
Dom. She expects his anger, but what she doesn’t expect is Dillon’s
determination to finish what they started all those months ago.
Dillon doesn’t understand what spooked Charissa in the first place,
but now that she’s on his turf, he wants a hell of a lot more from her
than answers. He’s got two days to weaken her resistance and stake his
claim once and for all. And this time, he’s not letting her go without a
fight.
Excerpt:
Shock rippled through her at the
sensual feel of his mouth on hers. Her hands immediately went to his
shoulders, palms pressing against the contours of solid muscle. He
didn’t let go, the gentle pressure of his hand at her nape reinforcing
his control and heightening all her senses. The kiss was hard,
possessive, but his lips were soft and warm on hers. A startled moan
escaped, her body tingling with a rush of pleasure.
She
wanted this. Had craved it for so long. God help her, her fingers curled
around his shoulders instead of pushing him away. Her lips softened and
parted beneath his, the tender stroke of his tongue making her sex
clench in anguish. He kissed her like he’d been dying to taste her,
licking and caressing all the sensitive places inside her mouth, that
strong hand cradling the back of her neck.
All too soon, he pulled back, leaving her hot, confused. Wanting more.
Dillon
raised a hand and trailed a questioning fingertip over her cheekbone,
holding her spellbound. “Something spooked you the last time I did
that,” he said in a low voice, his eyes far too knowing. “What was it?
This?”
Before
she could pull away, he threaded his other hand into her hair and held
her head still. Letting her feel a taste of his authority, making her
even wetter at the thought of exactly how it would translate into the
bedroom. The dominant side of him frightened her as much as it aroused
her. She swallowed, hating the betraying stillness in her body as she
softened, wordlessly affirming her desire to give up control. His steely
eyes pinned her mercilessly, gauging her reaction, watching for any
sign of vulnerability. This was the predator she’d sensed lurking inside him, and this time there was no escape. She closed her eyes to block out his scrutiny.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Fighting
with herself, she drew a deep breath and forced herself to meet his
gaze. She swallowed again as his long fingers rubbed against her scalp,
his grip commanding, yet so tender it tied her in knots. For the life of
her, she couldn’t make herself pull away.
“What
were you so scared of, Charissa? Maybe this?” He bent and brushed his
mouth over hers. Gently this time, a beguiling caress of lips and tongue
that made her catch her breath, press closer to him. Tempting her in
ways a more forceful touch never could have. The man was lethal with his
mouth. She could just imagine how well he’d use the rest of his body.
*end excerpt*
This story oughtta keep you warm this holiday season! Hope you enjoy Dillon as much as Charissa does ;)
To enter the contest, tell me your favorite sexy alpha male hero and what you love about him.
Happy Holidays!
Callie Croix
