Louisiana Hot Sauce, Nicked Hearts, BayouBabe99er, Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker - Emotional love stories filled with L-O-V-E!
Louisiana Hot Sauce - RRP Bestseller
Genre: IR Mainstream
Eavesdropping is ill-mannered—but—oh—so—interesting!
Listen to the frank conversation going on between two strangers in a cozy kitchen down South.
The baby’s distress captured his attention as she batted at her face and ears. “Can I give it a try?” he asked.
“You want to hold Mya?” she uttered incredulously.
“I promise not to drop her,” he pledged. “I’m ambidextrous. I’m equally competent with either hand.”
Insulted, Mesha huffed. “I know what ambidextrous means, Jack.”
“Wow. I’ve never heard my name said with such loathing.” Standing was beginning to take its toll, so he made himself comfortable at the table.
Mya yowled in earnest.
He was driving her nuts with his antagonistic comments. “I asked if you wanted something to eat.” She walked and shook. Shook and walked. “It’s only leftovers.”
“If it’s not too much trouble. I’d appreciate it,” he said. “May I?” She looked at his outstretched hands like they were tentacles, unsure of what her next step should be. Reluctantly, she eased Mya into the crook of his right arm. “Wrap a few ice cubes in a clean towel for me.”
“I’m not your servant, Jack,” she snapped.
“I’m keeping count,” he warned. “By the way, I don’t know your name.”
“No matter,” she answered flippantly. “You won’t be here long enough for that to make a difference.”
Bent on revenge, he pondered. “I’ll call you Sassy,” he said, his mustache cocked to one side, “since you’re so…biggety.”
She blew in disgust at the insulting moniker.
What did he just say?
How did Mesha respond? Find out for yourself.
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Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker
#1 Bookstrand Mainstream Bestseller
Genre: AA Mainstream
Veronica approached the door and immediately remembered the rattletrap sounds from earlier. She decided to steal a look at the situation.
But first, she kneeled in front of her son for an eye-to-eye chat. “Sammy, Mama’s got to check the roof.” She stepped into the RV for something to hold his and Bingo’s attention for a while, and came out with a big red ball. Strapping the dog leash around his wrist, she instructed, “I want you and Bingo to stay right here and play. Can you do that for me?”
“Where are you going?”
She recognized the tremor in his voice. “I’ll never leave you alone, Sam.” A humongous substantiating hug brought a smile to his face. Veronica kissed him until his giggles chimed on the wind, signifying his acceptance of what she’d said. “Stay where I can see you. Okay?”
Veronica monitored the scene, checking to see if they’d garnered any unwarranted interest, before climbing up the side ladder to the roof. Looking down on him from the top rung, she reminded Sam, “Stay put.” His acknowledgment sent her on her hands and knees along the hot metal roof, to the troublesome area.
The lid moved easily at the touch of her hand. Screws hung in their holes, giving her the idea of tightening them with her fingers. That worked only so well, not well enough to make a tight seal. Only one thing to do. She maneuvered her way back to the ladder, peered over the edge, and almost had a heart attack.
“Sam!” She screamed his name, and he looked straight at her, then to the man sitting at the picnic table. She looked at the man, too. Veronica scrambled to grab the ladder for a fast descent. A couple of erratic steps nearly cost her dearly as she slammed hard against the side of the motor home when the ladder moved.
She readjusted her grip. “Get over here, Samuel!” she demanded between spastic heaves.
If she thought things couldn’t get any worse, she had another think coming.
A metallic noise captured her attention while she was suspended midway between heaven and Earth. Her eyes widened as she pinpointed the problem. It was the fasteners at the top of the ladder. They popped loose with a scraping sound—one at a time—while she watched.
The feeling of floating washed over Veronica as she steeled herself for impact. At the same time, she thought of her baby boy below, witnessing the scene. Several seconds passed without any pain inflicted on her body, causing her eyes to open. She still clung to the ladder although in a horizontal position, staring up at the deep blue sky, hands glued in place, rear end sagging, and her sandaled toes hooked backward over the rungs.
She scoped out the distance left to tumble to the hard ground, finding a wonderful sight to behold. The bottom of the ladder had stayed anchored even as the metal above bent perpendicular to the RV. Veronica let go and thudded the two feet or so to the grass. She craned her neck as her concern returned to Sam, who, by that time, stood next to her with tears in his eyes. Bingo showed appreciation for the unrehearsed stunt by showering her with kisses.
Veronica laughed nervously.
“Okay, okay, Bingo.”
What caught the breath in her throat as she attempted to regroup were the man-size reptile-skin boots poised behind Sam and planted widely on either side of his little sandals.
Veronica noticed the cocoa-brown hands clamped on Sam’s shoulders. They bore the pinkish spotted discoloration of healed burn scars. That in itself was an insignificant matter. The sight of his grip arrested any relief she felt at overcoming her close call. Struggling to free herself from her caged position, she scraped to her feet, grinding grass stains into the knees of her jeans, desperate to come to the rescue.
“Take your hands off my son!” She attacked, reaching to snatch Sam away from his clutch.
His top lip curled under the full, neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper mustache he sported.
She backed up a few steps, never wavering under his gaze shielded by mirrored shades and a soft-looking crushable Stetson. Her own disheveled reflection in his lenses broadcast alarm, but not the uncertainty swirling in the center of her abdomen. Her butterscotch complexion deepened as she stared him down. Or better yet, up and down, for even at her five-nine height, he was still head and shoulders taller.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he intoned with a rumble, turned on his booted heels, and stomped away.
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BayouBabe99er (2012) 5 stars reader rating at Barnes and Noble
Genre: IR Mainstream
The rumbling sound vibrated the wooden dock behind the store. A tri-horn blasted the quiet and brought Clyde out on the run. He admired the cut of the sleek white racer with the bold red stripes. Clyde hustled his arthritic body back inside with a yell.
“Sha, come see!”
Drake, who’d changed into casual wear, jumped to the dock just as Sharlene came rushing outside. She faltered, he supposed, at what met her eyes. But she acknowledged him with a slow, sad smile. The act caused his heart to go ca-boom.
He ushered her up the walkway by the hand and onto the deck, making introductions as they took the center aisle to the cockpit. His companion merely smiled and nodded as he brought the throttle down to reverse. Drake helped
Sharlene into her life vest as the boat eased away.
Clyde saluted their departure.
Soon they cruised the open water, their bodies rocking to the motion as they cut through the waves. Drake positioned himself at Sharlene’s back. His hands held the rail on either side of her body as a deterrent to her tumbling from the jerky gyration. A fine spray misted them as they sailed along.
The constant swaying bumped Sharlene and Drake’s bodies together continuously. Passionate thoughts stayed at bay because of the serious nature of the expedition. They sped into the gray day on a mission of mercy. Drake did what he did for Sharlene, because he suspected it would do her good to escort her uncle’s pride and joy back to port. For him? Well, he drew satisfaction knowing he provided her that small bit of relief.
“There they are!” Sharlene exclaimed.
Drake saw the faint black spots dotting the surface of the water, way in the distance. He also felt the sporadic tremors she attempted to hide. The tight grip she had on the iron rail was another giveaway. “Relax, Sharlene. We have quite a while to go.”
Sharlene looked at him over her shoulder. “Thank you so much, Drake. I can’t explain it…I mean…”
“You’re welcome.” He kissed the side of her face exposed to him, continuing in a somber voice. “I think I understand.”
They rode in silence as the boat bounced and bumped over the choppy water. The minutes ticked down to seconds with the flotilla enlarging in size. The BayouBabe lurched along, pulled by a tow. Trawlers flanked her on all sides.
The captain of the speedboat slowed to maneuver a wide arc around the group, doing an observation lap.
Sharlene’s posture stiffened. Drake felt her heart racing so fast the beat competed with the thundering motor. A shaky hand wiped moisture from her unbelieving eyes.
“Uncle Moot!” she screamed while scrambling to be free of Drake’s shielding embrace. He held tight. “He’s alive, Drake!”
“I see him.”
Moot stood at the wheel as big as day. Pausing from the strenuous steering job, he gestured to Sharlene by tipping the brim of his cap. The use of one hand nearly cost him control of his hobbling craft. The quick recovery brought a smile to his lips.
Sharlene escaped Drake’s hold and darted to the narrow foot ledge rimming the boat. The going was risky for the surface glistened with water. The deck shoes she wore hardly mattered for she slid a time or two before arriving safely on the forward platform. Drake closed in on her sporting a not-so-pleased look.
“You’re going to get yourself killed!”
The bite of his words stung. Sharlene was just about to retaliate when she recognized that mournful look in his eyes. Her ire deflated. She refused to blast him after realizing he only had her best interest at heart.
Besides, she was elated with the turn of events. Her world revolved from tragedy to triumph. Her uncle survived a horrific ordeal. Thanks to the stabilizing effect of the man next to her, Sharlene had reasons to smile again.
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Will this cougar give that cub a chance?
Nicked Hearts - RRP Bestseller
Genre: IR Mainstream
K.C.'s swatch through the island gave them an unobstructed view of the foaming ocean for miles until she curved inland into the lushness bordering the highway. Residential communities sprang up on either side of the road as they climbed upwards, the two lanes downsizing into a dirt path carved into the side of the mountain. Posted warnings advised caution. The dangers ranged from falling rocks to oncoming traffic on the rutted road. A honk warned of a vehicle's approach on the other side of the outcropping that obscured the view of the lane. The sound obligated K.C. to yield before rounding a bend in the tiny path which looked deceptively smaller than her car.
"This is going to be close, Nick!" She spared him a hyped-up glance. A fit of laughter trickled out. Nick's side of the car practically scraped the side of the mountain. His closeness let him touch the rocky face with his fingertips.
The driver of the other vehicle waved his thanks as he managed to brush by without incident. K.C. was on her merry way enthused to the max about the feat she bravely accomplished.
"Look at that view!"
He did and fought down the urge to take the wheel when she contorted to peer over the driver's door to sightsee into the gorge hundreds of feet below. No doubt, the slightest deviation of the wheel would be their swan song.
"Look at the goat path!" he suggested strenuously. Fun highlighted her facial expression prompting him to dial down his overly cautious behavior. "If I'd known we were taking The Road to Hana, I would‘ve driven."
"Don't be dissing my driving and make me—make you—walk back to the resort." She toyed with him. "Three hours in the car equates to a day on foot."
"Then do me a favor this time," he bargained. "Keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel."
"Maybe I should have left you at home."
He grinned at the familiarity in her wordage. "Home…alone…with you is not at all a bad place to be."
Her neck snapped in his direction.
"Yes, sir!" K.C. mocked. She broadcast defiance when she snatched up the camera, held it outside of the door with one hand, fingered the shutter button and mumbled a drawn out, "Uh—h—oh!"
Her faux terrified look gritted her teeth complete with a humongous grin and upraised shoulders. "You-u didn't," he said in disbelief.
She jammed the brake.
"You can't stop here, K.C.!"‖ Of course, he was wrong for that's exactly what she did. Luckily, they were on a straightaway. Nick scouted the road ahead happy to see the distance of the oncoming cars was a good ways away. Behind them was another matter. Horns blew. Voices raised in anger.
"I see it, Nick. I believe I can get it."
"No!" Too late for she already had the door open and one thong on the slippery gravel slope. Nick was out of his seat so fast when he saw her pitch forward. A giant step had him across the console and onto the driver's seat. He jerked her to him the instant his muscled grip banded her arm.
K.C. never had time to scream.
They embraced while propped on the back of the Mustang's driver's seat unmindful of the jeers and claps of their captive audience.
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Will K.C. and Nick fall over the cliff of love?
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