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How bossy does Tess like Vincent? Not bossy enough to stay away from the concert their cheating spouses are putting on. Where both their cheating ex’s finally learn Tess and Vincent are together and their marriages to them are history.

Then Tess and Vincent see about piecing together their own happily ever after. But first Vincent’s got to see Tess in that freaking hot dress one more time ... just for him. Then will he be able to keep her out of his bed like he vowed. Until they can figure each other out and where what they have tigether is going...

Probably not. 

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Excerpt:

It was noon when Tess heard the bell on the door ring to her shop. She swiped at her eyes, looking up to see Vincent striding toward the front counter. Wow … he was in her shop, she should be excited.

“Beautiful, what is it?” Dang, she couldn’t hide anything from him. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Shannon was in the walk-in cold locker as Vincent rounded the counter and arrived next to her. For a second she thought about fibbing, because he had enough problems with Luna.

But Vincent curled her into his embrace and the words just fell out of her mouth. “I’ve lost the shop, unless I want to send Steven to prison.” Then, horribly, she burst into tears and burrowed into Vincent.

“Let me guess,” he said. “He forged your name and double mortgaged it.”

She nodded against him, crying harder, while praying Shannon or even worse a customer wouldn’t walk in. Then Vincent rocked her world, shaking it to the core and rearranging it.

“It’s you, baby, not the damn building. You’re the business.”

Why that made her cry harder, she didn’t know, but Vincent took it all with his hand cupped to the back of her head, while holding her tight. She didn’t know what she’d do without him.

Her sobs finally quieted into the shoulder of his thermal, wet from her tears. Then he did a pure Vincent thing. “Here, use the end of my shirt to wipe your eyes.”

That’s how Shannon found them with her pulling up Vincent’s thermal, exposing his ripped abdomen, while she bent forward as if she were drooling over his six pack abs.

“Sorry!” Shannon squeaked. She was a tad shy.

Tess unbent from Vincent and the bottom of his shirt. “It’s okay, Shannon. This is Vincent.”

“Hey, Shannon,” Vincent said, pulling her back into his side, where his arm crossed her back, then his hand fitted into the waistband of her jeans skirt.

“Hey, Mr. Whitehorse,” Shannon answered.

Okay, so Shannon did know Vincent. “I’ll be back in time to close, Shannon. You call if you need anything, okay.”

“Sure, Tess.” Shannon did a small wave, then marched back into the cooler.

“Good kid,” Vincent said. “Know her dad.”

Ah yes, Tess thought, she remembered then that Shannon’s dad might work at Redrock. She picked up her purse from under the front counter, and then Vincent guided her outside. Once in his truck they sat to talk.

“So if you sell the building, you get out from under?” he asked quietly.

She sighed heavily, nodding as he reached over and clasped her hand, and she answered, “It should sell for at least the amount of the mortgages.” She tilted her head, glancing at him. “I’m surprised you aren’t advocating I send him to prison.”

Vincent squeezed her hand. “Thought about it. But it’d break that sweetness you got and I want that for me.”

Oh my god. Tess sucked in an amazed breath. “Okay,” she whispered. She never thought she could find a man that would make her feel so good even in the midst of an awful situation.

“Got space at Redrock. For a bigger flower shop.”

“Vincent!” she gasped, then he pulled her across the seat, until he had his arm around her and his hand on her chin lifting her gaze to his. He studied her astonished gaze for long moments.

“Give you a really good break on rent, until you sell this place.”

“I can’t believe...” she started to say. “You, you can’t. Not with us … together. It won’t look right and...”

“Hush,” he all but ordered, and her lips pressed shut. “I’m doing it for me and I can do for me what I want too. But, beautiful, it’s really good business for Redrock. I know once you calm down, you can see that.”

Doing for me. Oh my god. Her fingers curled against his side. Maybe he was right if she could think straight about it. But right then tears started filling her eyes.

“Aw, baby,” he murmured, and his lips touched hers lightly.

“For me,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he breathed against her mouth, then he kissed her deeper and her tears dried into the beginning heat of passion.

But at just a slow burn, Vincent pulled back, let go of her chin.

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Vincent and Tess are supposed to stay away from each other. They both agreed. Their cheating spouses are too crazy. Tess doesn't know Vincent has been there, watching out for her. She doesn't know Vincent runs Redrock the local Indian casino that just called her to do a last minute florist job. 

But she can't take her eyes off Vincent once she arrives at Redrock ... that is until both their spouses show up. Cruel and unusual punishment. Vincent's cheating wife is model gorgeous and Tess' cheating husband ignores her like they’re not married.

Vincent is forced to play a game with his soon to be ex, to get her off the board of his charities, before he cuts her loose for good. He needs to stay away from Tess, but when he sees tears in Tess’ eyes and feels her in his embrace again, all bets are off.

Then his crazy wife breaks them apart, again ... but Vincent has had a taste of sweet and he’s determined to have more. Can he convince Tess, against all odds, to believe in him when things around them seem unbelievable?

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Excerpt:

Tess drove toward Redrock casino out on the far side of town. She’d been called late that day by Redrock’s community event director. Then she'd been hired over the phone as a last minute plea. It seemed there was a wedding going on that night in one of the big banquet rooms at Redrock and they had flowers, but no one to arrange them.

Tess was still unclear how that had come down, but one; she couldn’t let anyone get married on their special day without lovely flowers, and two; it was too big an ‘in’ into more business from Redrock. Besides she had nothing planned for the evening except sitting in a very big, very well furnished condo by herself.

“Except maybe feeling sorry for myself,” she muttered, pulling out on the highway to take the short drive to the Indian casino.

Her husband wasn’t acting as if he even cared that she wasn't living at their house anymore. She thought he rarely came home either. But she couldn’t take the chance going back to live at home, because Steven could show up anytime. Lately, she’d been thinking maybe just complaining to Steven about money and such might be enough to get a lawyer and start divorce proceedings. Steven was so preoccupied at the moment with his newest lay ... it might be the very best time. Then, she could be free.

She nibbled on her bottom lip wondering what Steven might have done if he ever found out she’d been with Vincent. Steven could act like she didn’t exist, yet the second he thought another man might take his place, he started paying attention and acting creepily possessive. She thought it might be those mysterious associates he’d hooked up with, which she thought acted weirdly like mob guys.

But she didn’t think there were mob guys nowadays. Besides why would mob guys be into a low-tier, wannabe talent agent? Tess would be more inclined to think those mob guys would have been more interested in Steven’s former job of being a securities trader and fund manager. But now he was around those guys, she bet Steven didn’t want to look weak to them and that's what was spurring on any selective possessiveness he felt toward her.

She was nearly to the casino when her cell rang, startling her out of her intense thoughts. She used the hands-free button on her dash to answer it.

“Tess Navarro? This is the events coordinator for Redrock, Mary Runninghorse.”

Tess greeted her, then listened to Mary saying, “Just valet park out front. There will be someone to walk you back.”

Mary said goodbye rather quickly before Tess could get more details, such as who to look for.

“Darn,” Tess muttered, pulling up through the valet parking lane. She just hoped they had some fresh flowers so she could make a good impression. She parked, grabbed her shoulder purse, then got out to hand her keys to the attendant with a smile. He was just tearing off the claim ticket, to hand her, when her gaze rose. Vincent. She felt her belly tighten as she watched Vincent getting out of his parked truck. An instant kick of excitement shivered through her.

Distractedly, she took the claim ticket as she tried to figure out why Vincent got away parking where he had, and then she wondered if she had enough time to avoid being seen by him. Or if she wanted too. Of course she wanted to see him, desperately. She constantly fought the feelings. However seeing him right then was too quick to erect any walls, and Vincent turned straight toward her as if he knew she was there.

She pulled in another breath at how virile and extremely hot he was as he took long strides toward her. Her memory hadn’t been wrong about his pure masculine attractiveness, and his wife was a complete idiot for wanting Steven over him. Vincent wore a black cowboy hat, tip back on his brow. The hat tamed his shoulder length hair down around his neck like an inky black fall. He wore faded jeans and a long sleeved, black tee that had “Redrock” printed across his chest in red lettering with slashes of silver behind it. He had on a big, silver belt buckle and when he got closer she saw a flying hawk embossed in the silver.

His black boots brought him towering over her with his gaze intense. It licked fire through her the moment their eyes met.

“Boss,” the valet attendant said beside her. Tess scrunched her nose wondering what that meant as she watched Vincent nod to him. “Keep her car close, Daniel.”

“Okay, boss,” Daniel, the valet attendant replied, then he scooted around and got into her car.

“Hey,” Vincent said, looking down on her as his hand settled on her waist as though it belonged there. 

“Hey,” she replied tipping her gaze up to him, too confused to come up with more to say.

But internally, her concentration was latched to his wide, really warm hand curling over the indent of her waist. It was as if he had to touch her when they were this close and she immediately felt their connection. His dark eyes spoke of intimate things between them ... sexy, naughty, and wild things and she blushed, thrilled to see him. Too thrilled, because soon they’d have to force themselves apart again.

When she blushed, his hand squeezed her waist as if he knew she was thinking about them having wild sex together. “Too fucking sweet,” his voice rumbled, and he said it like a curse, moving her forward. “Come on.”

She automatically followed him as if she couldn’t disobey him. Ever. But then she realized … “Um, I have a job to do here...” she started to say.

He interrupted her, “I know.” Then he pulled one of the casino’s large front doors open. She walked past and he followed, keeping his hand on her waist as he opened the next set of doors for her. “You know?” she questioned.

Casino sounds filled the air and the lighting was dim like in all casinos. She slowed to a stop looking up at him. His hat came off but his hand didn’t move from her waist, while his gaze swept her face.

“Hey, boss.” Tess looked over Vincent's broad shoulder at a young, cashier runner, smiling at Vincent, who looked over his shoulder at her.

“Hey, Becky. Keep it tight.”

“Right boss.” Becky nodded and moved away.

“Evening, Mr. Whitehorse.” This came from behind Tess.

Vincent nodded to a security guard, who passed by.

Tess turned back, and grabbed a fistful of Vincent tee by his waist, feeling the ripple of his six-pack abs beneath. “Boss? You’re the boss.” It was not a question, it was a demand.

“Kinda,” he said, then he used his hand on her waist to move her forward and she lost her grip on his tee. Oh, he so was the boss. That meant her impromptu job was very suspect.

“This is not staying away from each other,” she accused.

He moved her through rows of slot machines with people pushing buttons and some looking as if they were hugging their machines. She was not a gambler so the rows of machines looked like rows of tricked-out arcade games to her.

“Redrock can get flowers done by anyone. Why not you?” Vincent’s voice was close to her ear, where he’d leaned down to be heard. The rumble of his voice stroked her in places she’d have to appease later with her lonely vibrator. Damn him.

She caught his tee again as they walked, keeping his mouth close as she turned her head slightly. “Because we shouldn’t be together,” she whispered fiercely. Because any second she was going to veer him off their path and mouth lock him. “Playing with fire,” she blurted.

“Just trying to help you, beautiful,” he replied. 

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“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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Their Ex's: ONE: RedRock (Texas Alpha Erotic Romance

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The spouses of two cheaters find themselves drawn to each other after they discover the affair.

Tess is set to catch her husband cheating on her. She runs toward the hotel in a thunderstorm seeing a couple in a clench on an outside balcony. Tess opens her mouth to scream at them when a man grabs her, shutting off her scream.

She finds the tall, dark, and powerful man is, Vincent Whitehorse the spouse of the woman cheating with Tess’ husband.

They have an amazing, instantaneous connection.

When Tess falls into bed with Vincent they combust like nothing Tess has felt before.

However both their spouses are crazy. Her husband has unwittingly hooked up with the mob and Vincent’s wife thinks she's the next Cher.

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