Author: Joanna Blake
Releasing December 29, 2015
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I’m Jackson Delancey. I work hard, play hard and when it comes to women, I’m always hard.
PLAYBOY. BACHELOR. HEARTBREAKER.
I do whatever I want, when I want to. Chasing women doesn’t interest me. Not with the responsibility of running the famed Delancey Stables falling squarely on my shoulders. Until I meet her. Or rather, she slams into me hollering about some tree that’s on the border between our property lines.
She’s feisty, argumentative and the best looking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d like to lay other parts on her too- just enough to get her out of my system. I tell her so, but she takes offense. No woman has ever turned down a Delancey and I’m not the kind of man who backs down from a challenge. Especially since I can’t get her out of my mind.
The longer it takes to win her over, the more I want to keep her for myself. I’m the man for her, if only she could stop picking fights with me long enough to see it. I’ll make her mine, if I have to drag her to hell and back again.
The way things are going, that might be a possibility.
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The damn woman had turned me down. After I’d kissed her silly. And she’d kissed me back!
She was the most oppositional woman I’d ever met.
She was a pain in ass. A real ball buster. A stuck up prude!
She was also the first woman to get more than half hearted interested in me since- well- ever.
I’d dated my share of girls over the years. Plenty of them. Loads. But the past decade had been almost exclusively meaningless flings. They took care of a temporary need, but nothing more.
No entanglements. No relationship. No repeats.
That’s what I was after with my new, pain in the ass, gorgeous as hell next door neighbor. One night of pure unadulterated, break the headboard sex. Then we would go our separate ways. It was just what I needed.
I glanced at her. She was staring straight ahead, ignoring me. She looked annoyed with me. Not that that was anything new.
But it didn’t matter. She’d kissed me back. The second time anyway. I touched my cheek where she’d slapped it and grinned. I turned into her long driveway and stole a glance at her again.
This time I let my eyes wander over her tits and down to her long, lean legs.
Hmmfff… the girl was put together right!
I looked up, stopping just in time. I’d almost hit Elle’s car where it was parked in the driveway. Whoops.
It wasn’t my fault Angelina’s legs were so damn distracting.
She was glaring at me again as she undid her seatbelt.
“You are a terrible driver!”
I leaned towards her. Enough was enough with this woman. I wasn’t having her sass for another damn minute!
“No. I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“I’m a fine driver. I was just distracted.”
“By what? We are in the middle of nowhere!”
Her pretty little mouth opened in that way she had and I grabbed her. My tongue plunged into her sweet, warm mouth again and again. I wasted no time putting my hands where I wanted them. On her hips.
She had damn good hips. Soft and just right for a man’s hands. They’d be perfect leverage when I-
I stared at her in shock. One minute she was kissing me back and the next she was-
She’d slapped me. Twice. Three times in the last fifteen minutes.
That had to be some sort of a record.
“You have quite a temper Miss Angelina.”
“It’s Ms. Randall!”
I smirked as she got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. I watched her ass as it shimmied a bit with each step. She was stomping her cute little feet, angry as all get out.
She slammed the front door behind her too. I got out and stretched, then meandered over to the door. I wondered how long it would take her to remember that it was her car, and that I still had her keys.
I leaned against the door jam, whistling as I looked up at the stars.
A minute later the door slammed open. I hadn’t know it was possible to angrily open a door, but she did it. The woman had style, that was for sure.
I smirked at her as she huffed at me. But she didn’t realize that I was the big bad wolf in this scenario. Not her.
She was the little piggie.
She glared at me, holding out her hand.
Slowly I lifted them up and dropped them into her palm.
“Sure thing. Just send Elle out. She’s my ride and it’s getting chilly out here. Unless you’d rather keep me warm…”
She started to say something and then stopped. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. I stifled a laugh as she shut the door in my face again. I spoke real loud just to be sure she could hear me.
“See you tomorrow sunshine.”
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She’s thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride!
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