Spotlight on Series: Cowboy Sex by Natalie Acres

From the other side of the fence

Cowboy Sex and bestselling spin-off series!

The above books are novel-length with the exception of Sex Holiday which was written for a holiday short story submission.
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The Cartwell and McKay saga continues with 2 Cowboy Sex Spin-Off Series. Contemporary Cowboys is set in East Tennessee and features the Baldini sisters. The plots were loosely based on true stories. The romantic elements--sadly--were not. Still, I love these books and hope you will, too. Good reading abounds when you find the truths hidden in fiction! 

Welcome to Clink, the Cartwell/McKay lifestyle club set in Western North Carolina 

"These gals stir up a good scandal with sexy bartenders and excitement that never ends"

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Jade is running from a past she can't leave behind but drawn to a lifestyle she doesn’t quite understand. 

Kellan Andrews and Reason Richards aren’t ordinary bartenders but they do a good job pretending they are. Operatives who will protect anyone who needs protection, the sexy Doms didn’t plan to fall in love with a beautiful young woman looking to learn the ropes in a fetish club.

Jade Summers wants experience but she isn’t necessarily interested in taking center stage until that's where she lands. To add to her troubles, Reason and Kellan are suspicious about her past and pressing for answers. They want to know why she’s untouched and why she befriended a young woman who is marked for death.  

When Jade admits she’s ex-Amish, Kellan and Reason discover her big secret isn’t necessarily a dangerous one. Jade is running from a past she can't leave behind but drawn to a lifestyle she doesn’t quite understand. Still, the future holds promise when Kellan and Reason welcome her into their lives and lead her straight to their beds.

Excerpt 

His curiosity was enough to kill a damn mountain lion.

Jade’s timid ways, the way she’d moved against him, trying to find a comfortable—if not safe—position, had spoken volumes and while he now wanted to do the right thing, they were long past the point of turning back.

Maybe she was innocent. Perhaps she was indeed untouched. And while he wanted to be respectful, he was also an interested man.

He longed to see what was underneath her gown. He wanted to touch and hold her, caress her until he knew the softness of her skin and she easily recognized his careful touch. He wanted to feel her hot breath at his ear, the way she moaned in delight as he brought her pleasure. And by damn he would indeed bring her pleasure.

She disposed of her chemise. And in that very instant, Kellan’s future unfolded before him.

A lifeline was unnecessary. A man, even one who wanted to be saved, couldn’t be pulled from these dangerous waters.

Kellan had never seen anything more beautiful. And he’d never seen anyone so frightened. One look and he knew everything he needed to know about her intimate past.

She didn’t have one.

Reaching out to her, he tried not to act like an ass and just eat up the sight of her. While it was difficult, he somehow survived, pulling her back to the sofa without yanking her on top of him.

He even allowed her to cover up, which wasn’t an allowable act in his bed under normal circumstances. Then again, these circumstances were very different.

This young woman wasn’t experienced. As much as he’d tried to convince himself that she wanted him to look, he wasn’t so sure now. In fact, he would’ve staked a lot on one notion. If he'd suggested it, she would've gladly grabbed that gown and dressed much quicker than she’d stripped.

Nuzzling her hair, Kellan waited for her to settle down and curl up in his arms before he said, “You’re beautiful.”

She gripped the top of the blanket as if she were afraid to respond. This was one time when Kellan wished Reason would’ve beat him to the punch.

Kellan didn’t know how to do virgins. He didn’t sleep with them. He didn’t wreck their worlds. He left them alone because he—well, he was apparently as frightened of them as they were of him.

Cursing his prick for dancing in his jeans, he flipped to his back. Bringing her against him, he appreciated the softness of her rounded cheek against his prickly chest as she seemingly relaxed. It took more than a minute for Jade to act comfortable and he was certain of the theatrics in play then. She could bolt at any given time.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lying to me?” He peered down his nose, grinning at the gorgeous woman in his arms. The light in the hall was a treat then. Even if nothing happened between them, he would enjoy watching her sleep. He looked forward to the morning possibilities as well.

God, he was losing his mind.

“Do you want me to lie to you, Kellan?”

"I don't recommend it. Besides, I could make you tell me the truth.”

She shuddered and he grinned. His voice already affected her in some ways.

“Do you make your other submissives tell you the truth?”

“I don’t have ‘other’ submissives.”

“But that’s what you like. Right?”

“What’s that?”

“Submissive women,” she said, curving her arm around his waist.

He stilled then, questioning every action and every question. “What do you know about submissive women?”

“Not much,” she admitted. “But I’d be submissive to you.” Her honesty was enough to cripple the best of Doms, at least those who were bent on having a woman and this woman might as well be collared or branded as his.

“A confession like that could get you in all sorts of trouble.”

“I’m not ready,” she said frankly.

“That’s a fact.” He tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her lips to his. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

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Brock Donovan’s enemies found his weak spot.

Sydney Donovan is her husband’s whole world. Now his enemies know what it will take to bring one powerful man to his very knees.

She put an entire organization at risk.

Sydney’s need for independence places her in enormous danger. Now, the Underground Unit teams are facing an unknown enemy in order to save her life.

He is fully prepared to meet their demands.

Sydney understands what’s at stake. The authority’s enemies have banded together and they want Brock to trade his life for hers.

His adversaries will attack from all sides.

Operatives from around the country join Brock’s rescue effort, but as the identities of the Donovan's rivals are revealed, Brock realizes there’s more at risk than Sydney’s safety. The Underground Unit operatives have bounties on their heads and at the going rate, it won’t be long before the danger moves close enough to destroy the operatives and all they hold dear.

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Brock phoned a friend and then called another one. The first one couldn’t come through but the second one had a small private plane fueled up and ready to go. Brock ditched his flight from Atlanta and flew to Abingdon, where two eighteen-wheelers were waiting on him.

“I guess it pays to have good pals in high places,” Brock said, shaking hands with Marvin Pratt, one of the Underground Unit’s private investors. “You doing all right, Marvin?”

“Fine.” A man of few words, he directed him to the rigs.

Brock acknowledged Logan Remington behind the wheel in the other truck. Turning to Pratt, he said, “We won’t be bringing them back in the same condition.”

“I never thought you would.”

“Thank you,” Brock said, taking the keys offered and climbing in the truck.

“Brock, if you need anything, anything at all, I’m here. I’ll stay in Virginia until I know she’s safe.”

“Thanks, Marvin.” Brock slammed the door, glanced over at Logan, and twirled his finger in the air. “Let’s roll.” Two minutes later, they raced out of the airstrip parking area and that’s when it hit him. Brock didn’t know where the hell they were going.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he called Jett. “Where are they?”

“And you say you’re on your game?” A beat later, he added, “Directions were just sent to the phone in your console. Pratt placed it there for your use. Number is on the back. It’s secure.”

“I never claimed to be on my game. I just said I’d give up my life for hers, which I’m still prepared to do. We should’ve done this by the book.”

“You heard the recordings. Sydney blew any chance at that happening when she opened her mouth and told her captors just who they had in custody. You can’t do this one by the book, Brock.”

Well no shit.

“You have a few things working in your favor,” Jett said. “They gave you forty-eight hours to get there. They won’t be looking for you at Tri-Cities.”

“Don’t fool yourself. They knew when I boarded the plane in Las Vegas and knew when I missed the flight in Atlanta. Hell, they probably had someone on me there.”

“Doubtful,” Jett said. “That airport is too chaotic. Everyone is always running to catch their next flight. If anything, they might have had someone at your arrival gate, but once you were on your way, they were on theirs.”

“Got this all figured out, do you?” Brock had a sneaking suspicion someone had been watching him step for step from the time he left their condo in Vegas. “Have you been able to track down Luke or Kevin?”

“No,” Riley deadpanned. “And I don’t think we will. My guess is they’re already there in Virginia working their own agenda for getting Sydney out.”

“They’re not the only ones,” Zelmore said, entering the conversation. “Sloane, Brock, now we’ve got one new problem and two women to save.”

Brock dragged his hand through his hair. Dear God, what part of “I’ve got this” did his team miss?

“What are you sayin’ Zelmore?” Sloane asked.

Brock didn’t inquire because he’d known from the moment Veronica had said she was working with them. She’d put herself out there to save Sydney because she was arrogant enough to believe she could get in, get out, and save the day. Kind of like a few other operatives Brock knew.

“They’ve got Veronica,” Zelmore informed them.

“How the fuck did that happen?” Sloane’s rage reverberated through the phone. “What the hell was she thinking?”

Zelmore said, “Your guess, man.”

“What do you see?” Brock asked.

“It’s not good. Looks like Veronica showed up just in the nick of time. They have Sydney bound, gagged, and Brock? Man, we need a plan now. Two of the dudes just brought in a couple of pails of water and steam’s rising from them. Another dude is holding bandanas. You can guess what’s going on.”

“Damn it to hell, Zelmore! How are you there and able to watch all this shit without acting!”

“You told him to stand down,” Sloane said in a tight voice.

He also told him to move once he figured out he was the only one on the scene! “And what the fuck are you doing, Remington? Filing your nails?”

Riley said, “Fortunately for us, he isn’t trying to be the hero.”

“Well, why should he try? Apparently he’s married to the bionic woman and she seems to have this all under fucking control!”

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“Lord, have mercy!” Brianna forced her chest forward and arched in Handsome’s muscular arms.

“That’s it, pretty woman. Get wild with me.” He buried his lips in her cleavage and nuzzled her breasts as his repetitive stroking gained momentum.

Thrust for thrust, she matched him, lost in the impeccable feeling of a hard screw, a real nice fuck. Handsome’s rigid cock was large enough to shatter a good girl’s dreams, but no one had ever mistakenly called Brianna out as a good girl. When she’d spotted Handsome in that mountainside bar, she’d known precisely what her flirting would earn her. So far, Handsome hadn’t disappointed.

Stroke. After stroke. After stroke. He delivered sweet-pounding excitement, the kind that would serve as a good reminder day after tomorrow.

Brianna brushed her clit against his groin, beckoning him to move closer, fuck deeper. Her breath caught as she felt him stiffen inside her. She leaned way back, loving the wicked and throaty laugh escaping his lips.

“Good God, woman, you’re a wildcat.” He grabbed hold of her hips, jerked her forward, and thrust inside her walls, shoving his cock still higher.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, cowboy,” she drawled, playing the game. She didn’t want to win, of course, but it was nice to think she might be a contender if she happened to decide she wanted to keep the prize.

In a matter of minutes, Brianna and Handsome were grinding out that old familiar rhythm. He flipped her over, staying locked inside her pussy as their positions changed.

Back on bottom, Brianna locked her legs around Handsome’s waist and enjoyed the hell out of him. No one could accuse this cowboy of being lame in bed. He had all the right moves and the good looks to carry him through each and every one. Tall, dark, and definitely wearing his name well, Handsome was cut like a well-trained man-stud with shapely pecs and abs, a great ass, and a pretty face to boot.

Brianna couldn’t believe her good fortune. That is, until Handsome took on a much different persona. His dark, hooded eyes became as heavy as hovering clouds. Even worse, they were as cold and murky as a dirty pond in the middle of winter and every bit as ugly. As his body jerked with his release, he locked his hands around her neck until she couldn’t breathe, let alone scream!

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