EXCERPT: Big, Blooming & Wild: Texan Bound by Dawn Montgomery

Big, Blooming and Wild! Texan Bound
by Dawn Montgomerycover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-877-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Big, Blooming, & Wild!
Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author
Length: Novella

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Copyright ©2008 Dawn Montgomery

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“Put me down, Cody Duncan!” Maria’s throat closed on the end of the shriek, sending her body into coughing spasms. Cody shifted his hold and she gasped. This whole carrying me off thing is ridiculous. I can fuck whomever I want to, dammit. I’m a grown woman! A hand smacked her ass and she jerked against the hard shoulder digging into her ample stomach. Pleasure spiked through her body. Her brain spun but whether it was from the alcohol or staring at the grabbable curve of Cody’s ass, she wasn’t sure. Watching the ground from above while Cody’s long stride ate up the pathway was definitely not helping.
One thing she did know, however, no man should look that good in tight-fittin’ jeans. She gasped again on a particularly jarring step. The bastard’s hand caressed her ass almost in an apology, but she tamped down her libido’s flaring response. Stupid vaquero thinks he can toss me around like a sack of potatoes? He’s got another think coming. She twisted the ropes trapping her wrists behind her back. The friction burned her skin and she winced.
“You had this comin’, darlin’.” The slow drawl of Cody’s deep voice did strange things to her stomach.
She squeaked her protest. “What? How?” Good lord, her mind spun with another jarring step. Weren’t they at the house yet?
He chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around her legs. “I’ll get back to that question later, sweetheart. Right now I want to know what the hell you were thinking.” He ducked under the entryway.
“Me?” She shimmied against his shoulder. “I’m not the one kidnapping people here, buddy.” The soft glow of lamplight spilled over the warm tones of Cody’s furniture. Pain twisted her stomach when she realized this living room was no longer hers. Nothing of her father’s legacy remained. True, they still owned the farm, but giving up the main house to a virtual stranger? A year later and it still hurt like hell.
“No.” He dropped his shoulder and she fell away from him. Her cry of shock had barely left her lips before he had her shoved, none too gently, into the warm embrace of his couch. “You’ve been home, what? Three months? You’re all your dad talks about. His responsible Maria.”
She glared at him, refusing to speak.
He ran a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. “You are out of control, darlin’, and I would give anything to punch that bastard out in South Carolina for you, but I can’t.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Any mention, even in passing, of her ex twisted her gut in anxiety. He was probably fucking some new stick of a chick in the ’burbs of Charleston. She sank into the cushions and tossed the long mane of her hair out of the way. Anger rose to the surface, simmering her already frayed nerves. This was Cody’s fault. “All I wanted was to have a good time, you jerk.” How dare he toss her around? You didn’t do something like that to a woman of her size. Most couldn’t. He’s very strong, her libido purred from the back of her mind. She ignored the fuzzy voice of temptation.
“No, what you wanted was to show your ass.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll show you my ass. My past is none of your business.”
He leaned close and glared right back. “Oh yes it is, darlin’, far more than you know.”
“You may run my farm, my legacy, but you don’t run me.” She raised her chin in fury.
He laughed and crossed his arms, resting that fine ass against the coffee table. “No man in his right mind would ever try and run you, gorgeous.”
They stared at each other until tingling in her fingers signaled loss of blood flow from the twisting of the ropes. “Now what?”