**Crude by Sloan Storm**
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**SLOAN STORM**
**BIO**
Sloan Storm
pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who
challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of
each and every story.
The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of ways.
The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of ways.
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**CRUDE**
Publication
date:
June 26th, 2020
Genres: Romance, Adult, Contemporary
Genres: Romance, Adult, Contemporary
**BLURB**
Hunky oil
billionaire Colt Kincade demands I sell him my ranch. But I refuse, and he’s
not happy about it.
Pfft. Whatever. Mr. Tall, Dark and Country thinks he can get whatever he wants, huh?
Well, I’m not some social-climbing, gold-digging, moon-eyed-orbiter lusting after him just because he’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol. He may have tongues wagging all across the Lone Star state, but his charms won’t work on me.
I hate everything about him – his tantalizing Texas drawl, his swaggering God’s gift attitude, his soul-searing, come-and-get-it-girls stare.
And no. I don’t care that he loves dogs, his momma or his daddy’s dusty old pickup.
He’s trouble. Trouble I do not need. Besides, I’ve got problems of my own.
Broke? Yep.
Single? Sadly.
Desperate? Getting there.
The truth is, I’m running out of time, out of options, and out of hope.
I need the money he’s offering.
But even worse, my heart thinks it needs Colt, too.
Pfft. Whatever. Mr. Tall, Dark and Country thinks he can get whatever he wants, huh?
Well, I’m not some social-climbing, gold-digging, moon-eyed-orbiter lusting after him just because he’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol. He may have tongues wagging all across the Lone Star state, but his charms won’t work on me.
I hate everything about him – his tantalizing Texas drawl, his swaggering God’s gift attitude, his soul-searing, come-and-get-it-girls stare.
And no. I don’t care that he loves dogs, his momma or his daddy’s dusty old pickup.
He’s trouble. Trouble I do not need. Besides, I’ve got problems of my own.
Broke? Yep.
Single? Sadly.
Desperate? Getting there.
The truth is, I’m running out of time, out of options, and out of hope.
I need the money he’s offering.
But even worse, my heart thinks it needs Colt, too.
**EXCERPT**
I’m not sure what was harder.
Slipping and sliding all over the place from
that damn hot yoga or trying to keep my cock from tying in a knot. I had a
vague idea of what I expected her to look like…
And it sure as
hell wasn’t this.
I went there with one thing in mind… completing
my mission and closing the deal.
But, after watching her curvy figure prowl
around the classroom for an hour, drilling of a different sort was on my mind.
However, despite her earlier behavior, or maybe because of it, Jessie kept it
professional, stopping by once or twice to correct my form.
Did that matter to me, though?
Hell no.
Wherever her tiny hands touched, my skin lit up
like red-hot charcoal.
After class ended, I hung around, sipping on
some cold water and toweling off. Shit, sweat poured from places I didn’t know
it could. No idea how people made a regular habit of this insanity.
That room was hotter than all git out.
She chatted with one of the folks in the class,
I polished off my drink and headed her direction. Thing is, I had to be
careful. Sending the wrong message would get me in a heap of trouble and no
closer to the actual reason I’d come there.
I closed in on her, our eyes met.
What a damn
angel.
Lucky for me she didn’t bear any resemblance to
ole Clint. Poor bastard was so ugly his momma had to tie a pork chop around his
neck so the dogs would play with him.
No, she got her looks from her mother.
Especially those eyes - big and blue and bright
- like nothing I’d ever seen.
Jessie tucked a wisp of loose hair behind her
ear.
“I was pretty impressed with you,” she said
before finishing her dig with a cute little wink. “Not bad. Usually big guys
like yourself quit the first time around. They never come back after that.”
I enjoyed her teasing.
How couldn’t I?
“That a fact? What makes you think this is my
first time?”
Jessie shot me a liar’s look, wrapping her
fingers around her hips.
“Fair enough.” Held up my hands, showed her my
palms. “I guess you could say this is my first yoga rodeo.”
So, my initial plan was to just get it over
with, explain what I was doing there, see how she reacted. But, the longer we
talked, the more impossible I realized that would be. Bullets were already
flying, ricocheting on the battlefield, and I needed a new strategy.
After all, I’d have to reveal everything to her.
No way in hell that would work.
Think about it…
Somehow a random stranger knew everything about her life, including her
adoption. Also, I knew her birth father, was a friend of his. If that wasn’t
enough to have her kicking me out the front door, she was the heir to a ranch I
needed in the worst way.
Course I was under the gun to get the damn deal
done before Tucker tracked her down. My gut told me there had to be another way
to make it happen, but my brain hadn’t bothered to provide me any details.
Getting an eyeful of that tight, lean body of hers though, I knew one thing for
sure.
That dog wouldn’t hunt.
This wasn’t the time or place to be in
deal-making mode.
“So,” she began, snapping me out of my
strategizing. “Are you from out of town? Here on business?”
“No,
Dallas born and bred.”
“Uh huh.” Jessie deadpanned. “Hmm, why do I feel
like you don’t belong in a yoga studio?”
“Because I don’t. Said so yourself.”
“Well, do you think you’ll come back? Hot yoga
isn’t the easiest class for a beginner. We have other options.”
“Do you teach any of those options?”
“No. I only teach the advanced classes.”
“I suppose I’ll have to take my chances then.
Hope I don’t turn myself into a pretzel in the meantime.”
She chirped a melodic laugh - the type a man
never tires of hearing. It was like the first bird you hear when Spring’s
sprung at last. When she finished, Jessie drew her hands together at her
waiflike waist, smiling so bright, I swore I saw it twinkle.
“Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ve got one
more class to teach, so if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for it.”
“Pleasure,” I replied, stepping to one side and
letting her pass.
When she walked off, my body caught fire. Barely
an hour in her presence and that little woman stirred sensations inside of me
that’d been dormant for a long damn time. She turned and looked at me over her
shoulder, catching me in the act.
Didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of anything.
I stared right back at her, letting her know
there’d be more sweat in our future and not a yoga mat in sight.
After she left though, I blew out a long breath.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say her beauty and
gentle spirit hypnotized me, but it was awful close. That little dove was a far
cry from the viper pit of the social scene around Dallas. Over the years, I’d
seen some women do crazy shit to remain in my orbit.
But Jessie?
She didn’t know a thing about me.
She was just… herself.
No pretending. No gold-digging. No horseshit
games.
“Hmm,” I muttered, wiping my brow with the
towel. “This is gonna be a problem.”
A serious problem.
Damn it to
hell, Colt.
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