b>Love-struck: (adjective) having a passionate or overwhelming feeling of love; smitten. This week I’m participating in the Lovestruck blog hop. Hop along to discover some new romances! And what better way to heat up the summer, then with a couple of alpha cowboys?
Hope Springs is the next story in the Compass Girls series I’m co-writing Jayne Rylon. It releases on August 20. Leave a comment to be entered to win the first book in the series, Winter’s Thaw. All you have to do is tell me type of hero melts your butter. Do you go for the strong, quiet type, the sensitive nerd, the demanding dom? Describe your ultimate man!
Now, how about a never-seen-before sneak peek at Hope Springs?
Compass Girls, Book 2
Hope Compton never considered her parents’ unconventional relationship a dangerous thing. Until, after a few too many drinks in a crowded bar, she admits her desire for a ménage to her college boyfriend—and uninvited guests try to turn her fantasy into a nightmare.
When Wyatt catches some thugs harassing the pretty daughter of his bosses, he doesn’t hesitate to call on his partner Clayton to kick some asses. But then he realizes what a temptation the sweet, sheltered Hope presents. Especially her naughty wish to unleash her inner vixen—with both of them.
Hope has no doubt her playmates want to fulfill her every desire, but something’s holding them back. She has an idea what those somethings are. With luck, and a little help from her Compass cousins to hold her fathers off, she’ll find what she needs in the shadows of the past—and convince them she’s found two men of her own who are worthy of her love.
Warning: Compass books bring love in every direction and every season. But not all of life’s moments are filled with joy. Take the good with the bad, and the steamy.
Sawyer strode around the sectional and crouched by Clayton’s knee. He held his arms out to Hope and muttered in a gruff tone, “Ah, baby. What did they do to you? I’m here. No one’s going to touch you again.”
The gorgeous girl in Clay’s arms sobbed. The dam broke and tears rained down her cheeks after dangling from her thick, curled lashes like diamonds. Shock and something like jealousy—toward Clay or Hope, he wasn’t sure, maybe both—speared Wyatt when she refused the solace her uncle offered and nestled closer to Wyatt’s man instead.
Sawyer Compton looked up, his raised brows making him appear as stunned as Wyatt.
Despite the power that radiated from the man all three cowboys in attendance respected, Clay didn’t hesitate. He embraced the young lady they’d admired from afar and supported her with the quiet sureness he’d granted Wyatt in the darkest hours of the night.
He knew just how tempting it was to believe in that relentless affirmation of peace ahead. It built confidence that the world would come to rights again soon.
Unlike Wyatt, Hope didn’t show her appreciation by fucking the shit out of Clay, though maybe she would have given it a try if her uncle hadn’t lingered a hairsbreadth away. The clench of her swollen fingers on Clay’s nape just before she buried them in his ultra-soft tawny hair gave her away.
Now this was trouble they didn’t need.
Because Wyatt felt it too. Something swirled between the three of them. Endorphins could account for some of the exhilaration storming his better sense. Not all of it, he suspected. Watching Clay melt, his restraint dissolving in the wake of Hope’s tears, Wyatt had to act.
He closed the gap between them and laid his hand on Clay’s other shoulder. While Sawyer studied them, he squeezed, reminding the other guy of his presence and where they were. Now wasn’t the time to find another stray to take in. How had that gone with Boone?
Thankfully, his partner stiffened. His caresses on Hope’s spine morphed into awkward pats. The woman sniffled and blinked. Those almond eyes of hers nearly cracked both him and Clay when she darted a wide, watery stare between them.
Damn, she was potent.
“I—I’m sorry.” The questions in her eyes at Clay’s sudden change punched Wyatt in the gut. It had to be better to stop this before it got started, though. No sense in misleading her. Certainly not when the stakes were so damn high. They couldn’t afford to lose their jobs. It would kill them to leave the place they’d come to love as if it were their own.
“You’re fine.” Clay tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. He likely couldn’t resist. Wyatt didn’t blame the guy either. “Just, maybe you’d better tell your uncle how this went down. Sooner you do, sooner you can go home.”
Mention of Compass Ranch and that cute little bungalow she lived in with her wild cousins made more moisture trickle from her eyes. She bit her abused lip, then nodded.
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