Holla Dean has a new hot western romance. Living in Arizona, Ms. Dean certainly knows about the hot western desert, and with more than 20 books published, she can spin an erotic-spanking romance like no other.
In this book, Monsoon Heat, sparks fly when a city girl who thinks she’s learned how to handle men in her male dominated career comes up against a rancher who has very different ideas on how women should behave.
When Chance O’Callaghan picks up his insurance estimator at the Phoenix executive terminal, the last thing he expects is a hot young lady in four-inch stilettos and a short, tight, leather skirt. His insurance agent promised to send his best estimator, Harry Sloan. Turns out, Harry is actually Harrie – short for Harriet. A city girl doing what commonly is a man’s job. Determined to make the best of the situation, they get in Chance’s small six-seater single-engine plane and head for his ranch.
A massive dust storm forces them to land in the desert and what should have been a short, one hour flight becomes a five day trek through the hot desert with limited water and virtually no food.
Can their strong mutual attraction become more than just a casual thing as they make their way to Chance’s ranch or will their budding love burn out in the hot Arizona desert?
In this excerpt, our hapless couple has survived the plane crash and prepares to survive the dessert.
“What are you doing now?” Harrie asked. As far as she could tell, he wasn’t doing anything to get them the hell out of there.
“I’m looking in this flight guide to see if there’s a small airport that might have radio communication. I know there aren’t any around with towers, but most small airports do at least have a radio and you can sometimes reach them.”
He spent several minutes looking through his little book and then he went back in the airplane and tried a few more frequencies, but again with no luck.
“We’re going to just wait it out for a little bit,” he announced when he climbed back out of the plane. “We’ll try again later.”
“And what if you can’t reach anybody then?” she demanded. “How will we get out of here? Have you tried your cell?
He gave her another one of those looks that she thought was meant to shut her up, and answered, “There aren’t any cell towers out here. We have no coverage. If we can’t get anybody on the radios, the next option is walk.”
“Walk? Are you fucking nuts? Walk to where?”
“That’s it, sweetheart. You had your final warning.” He reached out to grab her arm saying, “When I’m done with you, you’ll be happy to be walking because you won’t be able to sit down.”
She looked at him with a question in her eyes while the meaning of his words sank into her brain. When it finally hit her what he meant, her eyes opened wide and she said, “If you mean what I think you mean, you better not lay a hand on me.”
“I gave you more than enough warnings. Time to pay the piper now.” He propped his foot on the peg step and easily bent her over his knee. His hand came down on her backside with a sharp crack.
She kicked her legs and screeched, “Hey, asshole. You can’t go around threatening me with…with a spanking. Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re not my fucking boss, you’re not my fucking father! I can say what I want whenever I want. Ouch!”
Another smack landed on her ass and Chance said, “Looks to me like I’m doing a little more than threatening right now, sweetheart.”
Pick up this book and the dust won’t settle until you are finished.
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