So, it’s been a while since my last post! I have no excuse except to say this: I’VE MISSED YOU ALL!
A thousand things have been going on, but I’ll not bore you with the details, what I will say is this:
Morgan Hawke, goddess of smut that she is, finally released her long anticipated book THE CHEATERS GUIDE TO WRITING EROTIC ROMANCE.
OMG I looove her. She’s a genius and trust me when I tell you, she’s taught some of the greatest Erotic Romance Writers out there!
This is from my currently untitled WIP that involves a little tasty MFM menage and space cowboys. Have a wonderful weekend. Remember, all content on this site is (c) Dawn Montgomery!
“Blow the door.”
The static voice over the comm. unit drove Natasha to action. She jerked her phase pistol off the bed and palmed the door open. The blasted cabin was too fargin far from the crystal. She raced down the corridor and slammed shoulder first into the storage room. Movement to her left forced her to dive to the right. A bullet ricocheted off the metal planks. She rolled behind a crate and tried to catch her breath. Too fargin close!
“Dammit Cowboy, what the hell are you doing?” She called over the sudden scream of tearing metal. In space an explosion imploded on itself much like a mini black hole. She dropped to all fours and slid out far enough to give the room a quick scan. The wall was gone but the hole was sealed with a clear material. She’d worry about how he did that little trick later. Son of a bitch. Where the hell did he go?
The click of a hammer on a revolver froze her in place. “I’m takin’ what’s mine, darlin’.” His husky voice sounded like sex and sin and gods above he was smooth. The barrel pressed against the back of her head and she inhaled slowly, taking in the hard scents of ozone and fire. Her heart beat a heavy staccato and her belly clenched in dark thrill. He caught her with her pants down. She cursed. The jokes would never end over this one.
“I must say, darlin’ you look much sweeter in that getup than the stuffy dresses you’ve worn on the first leg of the trip.” His knees creaked as he knelt behind her. “I especially like the way your ass looks in tight jeans.”
“I aim to please.” She ground the words out through pursed lips. The bastard was really pushing his luck. She tightened her grip on the handle of the phase pistol and waited. It was a one-shot wonder but it did a helluva job.
The sound of ripping tape jerked her out of her quick planning. “We’ll just have to see about that.” His voice thickened in timbre and she shuddered. Out of anticipation for his promise or threat, she didn’t know.
“Too many games, cowboy.” She put her forehead against the floor and smiled against the dark joy in her heart. He was either going to kidnap her and take her to the crystal or he was going to leave her here, alive. Cowboy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Sadistic, yes. Mean, no.
His warm breath caressed her ear letting her know he’d leaned close. Almost perfect.
“I like games, sweetheart.” He smacked her ass.
She gasped. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she growled. He chuckled. Any second now he’d roll her over and she would fire. It would be a shame to have to give his frozen body over to the authorities. Maybe she could thaw him out and have a little fun.
He grabbed her bicep and squeezed. A sharp pain pierced her arm and she gasped. Darkness swirled in her mind. “You sonofa…” She couldn’t move a muscle but she fought against it.
“Keep fighting, darlin’. It only makes it work faster.” He turned her over and his smile seemed fuzzy around the edges. “Whatcha got there?”
Her vision blurred and all her cares drifted away.
“I’ll be damned. A phase pistol. We’ll have to talk about this, sweetheart…”