Shadow of the Hawk
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Wild Rose Press ♦ Release Date: Dec. 19, 2007
Contemporary Western ♦ Short Story
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Hawk Riley’s life was in a downward spiral until his truck fell on him and he met Maggie Devereaux. And Maggie had problems. Lots of them. A stranger was out to destroy her. She was on the verge of losing her famous cutting horse ranch, Mercy Creek. And she needed help to prepare for the Wayback Grand Rodeo, her make-it-or-break-it moment. Pursued by a red tailed hawk and haunted by a persistent nightmare, could Hawk help Maggie save Mercy Creek and in doing so save himself?
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“You are so beautiful, Maggie. I don’t know how anyone could think of hurting you.”
Reaching out, he tilted her head down so he could release her ponytail, running his hand through the silken strands. As casually as he could, he let one hand trail down her neck to her collar bone, rubbing his thumb against the hollow at her throat. Then very carefully, he began to open her blouse, one button at a time.
She was so tense he thought she might snap in two, but with each button he opened he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on her skin. Each time his mouth touched her she shivered, and her hands tightened on his shoulders.
When all the buttons were free, he pulled the blouse from her jeans and eased her out of it. Her breasts, ripe and full, nestled in an insubstantial lace and satin combination. Hawk couldn’t stop himself from sweeping his tongue across the tops of them. He slid his hands up along her rib cage and moved them until his thumbs chafed her nipples. Beneath the lace he could see them darken and feel them harden.
Pressing his mouth to her skin, he reached behind her, unhooked the bra and dropped it to the floor. He could feel Maggie steeling herself for his touch.
“I promised not to hurt you,” he reminded her. “I always keep my promises.”
At least these days.
When he took the weight of her breasts in his palms and put his mouth to one nipple, an involuntary moan whispered from her lips. Easy, he kept reminding himself. Very easy. He suckled each nipple in turn, laving it with his tongue, pressing it against the roof of his mouth. He paid long and careful attention to those wonderful breasts until Maggie’s trembling began to take on a different meaning.
