Excerpt posted in coordination with Forever Romance.
It was hard to tell who kissed who first; their lips practically melted together. Maggie parted hers at the urging of his tongue, and he explored her mouth hungrily…impatiently…. Her head spun. She had never been so thoroughly kissed in all her life.
He straightened up to his full height and her feet left the ground. “You’re so small,” he whispered.
Like it was a good thing.
His mask was adorably crooked from the kissing. She straightened his snout.
“Have you caught your breath?” he asked.
Not even a little. But she nodded anyway.
The wolf set her down, and for the first time since she’d taken his hand and followed him into the woods—a generally bad idea for Little Red Riding Hood or anyone else—she wondered where they were going.
“The shed is just behind that clump of trees.”
“We’re not headed to Grandma’s house.”
A shiver went up Maggie’s spine. “We’re going to do it in a shed?”
The wolf cocked his head. “God, I hope so. And it’s actually a pretty nice shed.”
“That’s probably the worst pickup line ever.”
The wolf laughed. Then he leaned over and planted a whisper-soft kiss along the side of her neck, setting off a domino effect of goose bumps up and down her arms. He followed it up with a little lick. “Mmm…” he said. “Tastes like chicken.”
“Chicken. Big time.” He flapped his elbows and made squawking sounds. Maggie laughed, and the wolf made one final cluck before holding out his hand with a grin. Maggie took it without hesitation.
The shed was clearly visible in the light of the full moon. It was an old stone structure with a tin roof—kind of romantic. The wolf pushed the door open with a loud creak.
This was it. She could turn back if she wanted. She knew this man wouldn’t stop her. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to be ravished by a tall, sexy man in a mask. And it wasn’t entirely to make up for the fact that she’d been rejected by a tall, sexy man in a cowboy hat. She really liked this guy. She liked his looks—what she could see of them. She liked that he was an awful dancer. She liked his laughter and his chicken imitation. She officially liked him enough to justify jilted sex.
She stepped inside and shivered as the wolf shut the door.
“There’s no lock on the inside,” he said. “But I don’t think anyone will walk in on us.”
Moonlight streamed through the dirty window, casting shadows. Frogs and crickets performed a raucous symphony that competed with the music floating through the woods from the reception. But it all paled in comparison to the sound of her pounding heart.
The wolf’s chest rose with each breath, but other than that, he didn’t move. His mask was still on. Menacing sharp fangs, frightening slanted eyes…Maggie backed up slowly until she bumped into an old weathered worktable.
“Are you still down with this?” the wolf asked.
“I’m not afraid of the Big Bad Wolf,” she whispered.
He closed the distance between them with one step. Her breath caught as he tilted her chin up with his fingers. Then that bit of gentleness disappeared, and he pulled her to him by grasping the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as his mouth covered hers. She felt the mask slip up as his tongue slipped in. She opened her eyes, but all she could see were shadows playing off the angles of his face and the waves of his dark hair.
Her eyes drifted shut again as his hand moved to her neck and trailed down to her collarbone. Breaking the kiss, he followed his fingers with his lips. The mask slipped up on his forehead even higher as he cupped her breast.
She couldn’t see his face, but that was okay. He was her Big Bad Wolf. She gave in and let herself be swept away by the fantasy. She’d never role-played before. Was this what they were doing? If so, it was fun, thrilling, and turning her knees into jelly.
With one move, the wolf had the laces of her cheap costume corset free and her blouse lifted. She wanted to cross her arms over her unsubstantial bra, but she resisted. The wolf pulled it up with a single finger, exposing both breasts to the kiss of the cool night air. Her nipples hardened in response.
“My breasts are small,” she said, hating herself as soon as the words spilled out.
The Big Bad Wolf’s mask had slipped back down. All she could see was the lower half of his face. He smiled wolfishly and licked his lips. “They’re perfect. They match the rest of you.”
He brushed both nipples with the tips of his fingers, and Maggie squeezed her thighs together. Her nipples were a Candy Land shortcut to other areas.
“And besides,” the wolf added, “it’s responsiveness that turns me on.”
Her nipples were almost painfully hard. Definitely responsive. The wolf ran his tongue along the side of her neck. He palmed her breasts and squeezed. Not too hard, but hard enough to get her attention, and she inhaled sharply.
“Do you like that?” he whispered.
Available October 30, 2018!
by Carly Bloom
Released: October 30 2018
Series: Once Upon a Time in Texas #1
Published by Forever
In the New York Times tradition of Lori Wilde and Carolyn Brown comes the first book in a new western romance series from Forever debut author Carly Bloom about a no-strings cowboy fling with a fairy tale twist.
Who's afraid of the big, bad cowboy?
After one too many heartbreaks, Travis Blake hung up his cowboy hat and put Big Verde, Texas, behind him. But when he gets the call that his young nephew needs him, he knows he has to return home. His plan is to sell the family ranch and hightail it back to Austin, but there's a small problem: the one person who stands in his way is the one person he can't resist.
Maggie is pretty sure she hates Travis Blake. He's irritating, he's destroying her business, and . . . and he's just so frickin' attractive. But when they're forced to work together, Maggie discovers that the Most Annoying Man in the World is more than he seems. He's sweet with his nephew, he helps out in the community, and he makes her heart flutter. Maggie doesn't want to risk everything on a man who wants to leave, but what if she can convince this wayward cowboy to stay?