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Their Ex's One, Redrock (Texas Alpha Erotic Romance)

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Yeah! I finally nailed down the title. 

There will be 4 parts to this serial.

Here is an except from part ONE:

Chapter One

Tess Navarro ran through the rain not caring that her expensive pink cowboy boots were getting soaked in the puddles across the parking lot. She snatched long red strands of her hair back off her face as she ran knowing her leather jacket with the snakeskin embossing was getting soaked. This rain would ruin it ... her coolest jacket. She also thought her pink camisole was running dye streaks on the inside of the jacket, but she couldn’t care.

She had to know.

The rain burned her eyes coming down so hard in the black of night it ran rivers over her face. She wasn’t a great runner especially in cowboy boots, but this is where her husband had pulled into, and then went inside. She’d followed him. To Senta River Hotel. A hotel! When he’d said he was working late, trying to reel in a big talent. The biggest he’d agented yet.

She saw the hotel was quaint as her boots clunked across the parking lot, while she wondered how she’d find out where inside Steven had gone. Maybe she’d just go inside and ask for Steven Navarro’s room, then go to it and confront him. She tried to keep from crying at the pangs in her heart that told her he was cheating on her.

Thunder snapped overhead so loudly it nearly made her gasp in fright, but what she heard afterward chilled her to the bone. She halted, wobbling on her boots. It was a woman’s husky laughter saying her husband’s name!

“Steven, I love fucking in storms.”

The woman laughed again with her sickening, seductive laughter, while Tess’ heartbeat skipped as fast as her gaze trying to find where they could possibly be. Then she saw the covered balconies on the second floor and halfway down the building a couple was outlined in the light from deeper in a room behind them. She walked forward like a zombie toward them, while squinting in the rain running rivulets down her face. The shadows showed a man and a woman. He was lifting her up on the rail, then he was spreading her legs as she laughed with excitement.

Tess was just going to cry out in rage at them, when suddenly something heavy slammed into her from behind. A man’s hand clamped over her mouth as a strong arm cinched her waist, lifting and carrying her forward. She didn’t even struggle, she was so surprised. But the sounds of the couple fucking on the balcony above her probably took her alarm and strangled it.

The big man, holding her, carried her to the wall deeper under the balcony. Once there, he turned her spine to the wall, while his hand turned and stayed pressed across her mouth. All she could see of him was the brim of his cowboy hat pulled down low, while water gathered on the rim, filling and falling over to cascade down on her chest.

“It’s my wife up there,” he rasped lowly, with deadly anger in his voice, shocking Tess into statue-mode, while she knew her tears fell over his hand.

Vincent Whitehorse looked down at the curvy redhead he held against the wall. She was soaked by the rain with her dark, red hair hanging in ringlets and clumps making her pale features look fairy-like against her light-blue eyes. Eyes that were dripping hot tears over his hand, but he couldn’t let her alert the cheating bastards nearly above them. He leaned against the woman keeping her quiet, while the sounds of screwing taunted them.

Not that he gave a fuck what his wife, Luna, did any more. Except for a man like him, this was too fucking much. The grunts got more intense above them and the flicker of lights behind them showed the sway of bodies above. His captive moaned with distress sounds, while looking up and curling her nails into his chest beneath his duster.

He moved, blocking her view of the humping shadows, and her hurt blue eyes lifted to his. He could see the pain beneath her spiky, wet lashes and it tore feelings out of him he didn’t want to admit.

“Fuck me, Steven. God, yes fuck me harder!”

“Quiet, Luna!” a man’s voice ordered.

The red head struggled beneath him, but he held her to the wall, dropping his head, praying the thing would get over with. The climax came minutes later and he squeezed his eyes closed, while his feminine captive clutched him closer, sobbing beneath his hand.

Then finally the bastards stumbled back into the hotel room, slamming the balconies patio door shut. Right then, a loud clap of thunder struck, making the woman jump against him. She had a healthy figure, like he’d never had an opportunity to feel against him before. But it was just half a man’s thought, before he lowered his mouth against her ear.

“That your husband up there?”

She moaned and nodded. A growl rumbled from his chest. He thought she had to be, the way she’d come up on them, and the way she’d looked before he grabbed her from warning them they were caught.

“We'll talk,” he uttered, dragging her down the hotel walkway away from the balcony. What were the odds he’d meet the wife of the bastard that was screwing his wife?

He was the husband! Tess was gobsmacked as the tall man wearing a black duster and cowboy hat placed her in his big, extended cab pickup that was parked on the other side of the parking lot from “the deed.” She couldn’t think the real words of what it was.

She was shaking and wet as she watched him crossing in front of his truck, going to the driver’s side. He got in, and she exclaimed, “I’m wet.” Her teeth clattered as she tried to control them, and explain. “I’ll ruin your seat.”

“Don’t care.” His voice was a low rumbly burr that she oddly felt in all her secret girly places, but his voice was also tight, as in controlled. His wet hat came off, hitting the seat between them. From the lights of the parking lot, Tess saw he had a long angular nose, black hair that was long enough to hang slightly over his collar, and he had pinpoints in his undetermined eye color, when he glanced at her. His long fingers reached for the heater knob and he turned it on high. Just then lightning struck and she yelped, clutching the armrest on her door.

“Name?” he asked, with an apparent clipped way of speaking.

His truck started, and her voice was shaking when she answered, “Tess Navarro.”

He hissed a breath, and the sound made her think he’d heard the name.

“Vincent Whitehorse,” he offered as his long arm reach to the back of the seat, and he turned his head to look, while backing the truck.

Her breath caught and her eyes widened — she didn’t miss the incredible masculine hotness making up his rugged features. She could have hissed a breath too over his name, because she’d heard of Whitehorse Training and Security Facility. She sent them out flowers she couldn’t use in her flower shop that were good, but getting too old to sell. She liked the theme of WTSF that was helping to save single teens, young women, and young moms, by training them to kick ass, and then getting them into trade jobs or school.

Tess had heard a lot of the jobs were security or bond chaser type work. But she’d seen WTSF personal on the local community college campus passing out flyers. She’d also seen them around town doing various fund raisers for their charity work. She wondered if he was the Whitehorse of WTSF or just a relation. But the more important question tumbled from her mouth, as he took the access road down the side of the highway.

“Did you know?”

He looked as if he was holding rein on a sizeable amount of anger. Which she got. It made his features look chiseled and even more masculine, if that was possible, and she was feeling the distinct flutter inside her for the awareness of a man she thought strikingly attractive.

“Guessed,” he uttered. She kept staring at him as he clipped more words. “Knew. Done it before.”

“Oh,” she whined, dropping her gaze, then she mumbled, “Mine too. Once, I know of.”

“Fuckers,” he growled.

Yeah, Tess wanted to growl that word too, and more she wanted to ask why she wasn’t enough for Steven. What was wrong with her? And what kind of idiot was Vincent’s wife screwing around on a hot man like Vincent. Her husband, Steven, wasn’t "all man" in the hard, virile, and ripped category. He was okay, but not even close to Vincent Whitehorse’s edgy, badass kind of hunkiness.

Wow.

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Here is the New cover for Part One!

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Here are some pictures I found for inspiration when writing Their Ex's Redrock.

This one looks like I would think Tess might dress. He does not have Vincent's badass Indian quota though.

I imagined Tess' Vegas dress like this