No Mercy (37 page)

~Romantic Suspense~

"Lawmen" series

Hidden Prey

No Mercy

Slow Burn

“Riding Tall” Series

Branded For You

Roping Your Heart

Fencing You In

Tying You Down

Playing With You

Crazy For You

Hot For You

Made For You

Held By You

Belong To You

“Rough and Ready” Series

Silk and Spurs

Lace and Lassos

Champagne and Chaps

Satin and Saddles

Roses and Rodeo

Lingerie and Lariats

Lipstick and Leather

~Paranormal~

Dark Seduction

Night’s Captive

Future Knight

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“Tattoos and Leather” ménage

Inked

Branded

Marked

Stranded

“Hearts in Chains” BDSM Series

Wounded

“The Auction” Series

Sold

Bought

Claimed
(with bonus novella
Taken
)

“Taboo” Series

Wicked Nights: three Erotic Tales

Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion

Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission

The Touch

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“Lawmen” series

By Cheyenne McCray

Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both remained

quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.

It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should do

it now.

And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her

eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even darker than

normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away from her again.

She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless to stop himself from wanting to get

closer to her.

The other agents were downstairs and he was upstairs, alone. With Tori.

This wasn’t smart.

Hell, it was a long, long way from smart.

He held his breath, then let out a slow exhale as he lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips met, she gave a sigh, surrendering herself to his kiss. That sense of

surrender fueled him, somehow making him desire her even more than he already did.

He moved his lips over hers, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Her scent filled him,

as if a part of her was now inside him. Her lips were so soft, her taste exquisite on his tongue. God,

he knew he could never get enough of her.

She leaned into him as their body heat melded, fusing them together in a way that defied

explanation. Her sighs turned into a soft moan as he moved his hands over her shoulders, down

her arms, and to her waist. She was wearing one of her new T-shirts and he pushed the hem up

just enough that he could feel her soft skin along the waistband. He gripped her slender waist in his

hands, his fingers brushing the base of her spine where she’d been tattooed.

Her hunger and his grew in matching intensity. She moved her palms up his chest to his

shoulders and gripped them like she was afraid she would slide away if she didn’t hold on tightly.

He slipped his palms from her waist to her ass, feeling the perfection of it as he squeezed

her closer to him. His cock was impossibly hard, pressing against her, straining to get free from

behind the tough denim of his jeans.

Their clothes—too much cloth was between them. He wanted to feel her warm silky skin

against his, nothing keeping them apart. He wanted only to slide between her thighs and drive his

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The rumble that rose up in his chest was like a lion staking a claim on his territory, and she

made an answering purr, giving herself completely to him. Not just surrendering, but offering

herself for his pleasure. She asked for nothing, just gave him everything she had.

She sighed again as he slid his lips along her jawline to her ear. She gasped when he

nipped at her earlobe and shivered in a delicate way that told him he’d just found one of her

erogenous zones. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and nipped at it again. He felt another

shiver run through her body.

He moved his lips down the column of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. The

soft purring sounds she made caused his cock to grow even harder and he rubbed himself against

her in a slow deliberate movement, like what he’d do when he was inside her.

A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples

that pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt. She slid her fingers into his hair and encouraged him

to lower his head so his mouth was even with her breasts. His body was close to shaking from the

power of his need for her as he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the T-shirt and causing

her to suck in her breath. She gave a small cry and gripped his hair tighter as he moved his mouth

to her other nipple.

He had to taste the salt on her skin, feel its softness in his mouth. He pushed her T-shirt

over her perfectly sized breasts and licked each of her nipples through her satin bra. She caught

her breath as he pulled her bra beneath her breasts so they were bared for him.

She pushed his head down again, guiding him so that his mouth was directly over her

nipple. He skimmed his lips over the hard nub and she moaned as he sucked it and flicked it with

his tongue. Her nipples were hard peaks as he nipped at each one. God, but he loved the way she

tasted. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He loved everything about

her.

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~Rough and Ready Series~

By Cheyenne McCray

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“Can I help you?”

A deep, masculine drawl from behind her send a shiver down her spine and she lowered her

camera and let it hang around her neck. She turned to face one hell of a fine cowboy, easily one of

the sexiest she’d seen in all of her twenty-nine years.

At least six-three with broad shoulders and a cowboy’s build, he had blue flame eyes and black

hair that curled slightly beneath his cowboy hat. His skin was well tanned and his arms roped with

muscle.

“Sure.” She smiled. “You can help me anytime.” He raised an eyebrow and she grinned as she

held out her hand. “Jessica Porter,” she said. “But please call me Jessie. I’m here to photograph the

ranch and the upcoming wedding.”