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DARK LASHES
© Felice Fox 2014
When Talia Iverson’s never-ending
search for love takes a desperate turn, she skips out on her Hollywood starlet
clientele hoping to disappear on her uncle’s ranch in western Montana. Training
livestock guard dogs seems the perfect diversion—protect the wolf pack living
on Iverson Ranch, and her uncle’s cattle. But when a son of their neighboring
ranch suspiciously offers to help her track and ID the wolf pack, Talia
discovers what it really means to tangle with a predator.
Rancher Abel Cameron is the most
dangerous kind of bad boy—when he’s wicked, he means it. Convinced the shared,
open relationship he’s in is the only kind that will tolerate his dark sexual
needs, Abel knows he won’t ever be the primary man in any woman’s life. But
when Talia Iverson shows up to protect the wolf pack denned up on his
neighbor’s ranch, he sees her for who she is—a lost soul who could break open
his cold, jammed up heart. And he’s just reckless enough to show her how to do
it.
. .
. . .
The
rodeo competition ended and, as they pulled away from the fence, Marcie paused
and Talia did too, not giving much thought to why or what was next on the
agenda. She was here to follow, mimic someone else’s healthy behaviors for a
while.
Marcie
caught her eye and they smiled knowingly at each other. It was good to just be
together.
A
couple headed toward them. The man had a sexy swagger, golden-brown eyes and a
killer smile he was aiming right at Talia.
Whoa.
Her eyes slid from those hunky shoulders down to the fingers entwined with
another person’s. Thank goodness he was holding hands with someone already. And
wedding rings too. Way off-limits.
“You
must be Talia,” the woman said, beaming at her, arms wide for a hug. “I’m Holly
and this is my husband Gavin.”
Talia
accepted the hug with her shoulders bowed forward, then pulled away. Gavin
tipped his hat. Didn’t try to touch her. Not even a handshake. Good.
Better not to touch him. She wasn’t ready for that challenge. She shoved her
hands into her jeans pockets and squinted down at her toes.
“Nice
to meet you.”
“Brody
did pretty good out there,” Marcie said.
Holly
laughed. “That’s what Gav’ tells me. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was
going on.”
Marcie
smirked.
“So
you’re saying this is your first rodeo.”
Holly
rolled her eyes at Marcie and the warmth passing between them settled Talia.
Something about her was actually comforting. She was lovely. She was the
kind of girl men would stick around for. She—
Talia
stopped herself. She recognized this line of thinking and knew it wasn’t going
anywhere good. She’d start to compare herself to Holly and her own self-esteem
would plummet. Then she’d start hating Holly for absolutely no good reason.
Holly was her own person and no threat. Talia had spent too many years
comparing herself to other women, seeing them as the competition.
Lost
in her thoughts, Talia had not heard the other man approach, but she felt
Marcie stiffen beside her and looked up into a face she wished she hadn’t seen.
A treacherous beauty of a man, six-two or taller, with ruffled black hair just
visible under his cowboy hat. He was stunning, appearing out of nowhere,
looming behind Gavin, a presence that would have made Talia stumble had she
been in motion.
Marcie
looked away. No one else acknowledged him. After a few long moments, Talia
wondered if he was a phantom only she could see, the physical embodiment of the
thing she was running from, the thing she feared most.
But
a moment later Holly reached back and touched his shoulder, running her fingers
down the back of his arm, to briefly lace his hand in hers and bring him
forward. He moved stiffly into their small circle and Talia moved back.
“Talia,
this is Abel Cameron, one of Gavin’s many brothers.”
She
felt, rather than saw, her cousin watching her. Talia pressed her heels into
the dirt and nodded. She didn’t want to show any reaction to him whatsoever
but, when her gaze finally met his, she swallowed hard.
Ice
blue eyes shifted down the side of her neck and lingered, and Talia lost her
grip. Abel Cameron sensed what she was; his kind could smell her. She thought
she’d scrubbed herself clean of all sensual expression—no make-up, no tight
clothing—so as to avoid this kind of attention, but no. Here it was before her,
temptation like a demon gatekeeper that would not let her pass easily into
another kind of life.
He
licked his lips, as if he knew how good they tasted, and drew his eyes slowly
back up to hers, nodded, then looked away.
Talia
plummeted.
Raven
hair. Wicked mouth.
No, no, no!
It’s just black. Plain old black. And a regular old mouth she had no need to
kiss.
“You
two want to come back to our place for supper?” Gavin asked.
“No—”
Marcie and Talia said at once, a little too fast and hard. Their gazes snapped
together like magnets.
“What
we mean is, thank you but no, Mom is waiting on us. Been cooking an all-day
roast and I don’t want to miss it.”
Relieved,
Talia’s shoulders dropped and she took a deep breath. Good ol’ Marcie and her
little white lies. Talia knew she’d come to the right place. She wasn’t ready
for so many new people, not to mention being at a table with—well goodness
knows how many more brothers there were at home. She’d spend the evening
staring into her dinner plate, trying not to fantasize about stealing Gavin
away from his wife.
Or this one.
Abel. Even his name was a warning.
It
was a test she wasn’t ready to take. Not yet anyway. She was like an alcoholic
newly sober, keeping to the other side of the street, away from the bar.
It
was all too easy to fall for another guy. And another. And another. Endlessly
and without genuine love.
Talia’s
sense of weakness twisted her gut. She raised the backs of her fingers to the
side of her neck, absently brushing them over the tingle and burn where Abel’s
eyes had grazed her. She looked up at him and, catching his smirk, quickly
lowered her hand and raised her chin.
She
wouldn’t let him catch her again.
. .
. . .
ABOUT FELICE FOX
Felice is a big fan of bluegrass
and country music, and a lover of all things wild, woodsy and romantic. She
wears bad girl boots and was twice mistaken for a roller derby queen. Hold
Me Together, the first Cameron Ranch story, was an Amazon #1 bestseller and
Hot New Release. It has been described as a “danger to panties everywhere” (Herding
Cats & Burning Soup) and “not for the faint of heart” (Fresh Fiction).
Her fiction debut, Take Me for Longing, has been an Amazon bestseller
since it’s release in 2012 and her second title, It’s Just Sext, became
an instant Amazon #1 bestseller. Felice lives, loves and frequently sends out
naughty text messages from Silver Lake, California.
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