her or let her know what happened to him. She didn't know who he was to check on him, to ask him why he didn't come around anymore.
Original Sin was all risk. Was that what Charli wanted?
Her core throbbed and her head spun as she shifted into gear and headed home, with a quick stop at the twenty-four hour convenience store to stock up on batteries.
Enough thinking!
She needed action. Tonight she'd have to initiate her old backup plan with her trusty vibrator. A cold reminder of life before the dirty tricks began...and before Connor Mason came on the scene.
THE END
(Are you kidding?)
About the Author
Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill into her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Latest Releases
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
Body Snatchers
Naked Prey
Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #5 - Her Move
by Myla Jackson
Charli Sutton rushed around the bar, filling orders, cleaning tables and suffering the pinches and flirtatious remarks normal for a night at work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Cowboys could get downright rowdy some nights and tonight was no exception.
She had a lot of thinking to do and working at the Ugly Stick didn't allow much time alone to process everything going on in her life.
After she's dropped her second bottle of whiskey while filling a drink order, her boss, Audrey Anderson, yanked her into the storeroom. "Charli, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know." Charli pulled away from Audrey's grip and walked the length of the storeroom and back. "I just can't concentrate on work."
Audrey shook her head. "Maybe you should take the night off."
"No!" Charli shook her head. She couldn't leave. Connor Mason might show up. She needed all the time she could get with the man in order to make the decisions she needed to make. "I really need to work."
"Honey, you're not getting enough sleep. Between dating Connor during the day and your after-hours rendezvous with your crew of bad boys, I'd say you're burning the candle at both ends and it's going to burn your butt if you're not careful. Are you getting any sleep?"
Charli's shoulder dipped. "No." She sat on a stack of liquor-filled boxes. "Even when I do have time to sleep, I can't stop thinking. It's been five days since the last time I saw either Connor or my so-called bad boys. I don't know what I did wrong." She buried her face in her hands, despair dragging her down.
"Aren't you the girl who was complaining there wasn't anything to do in Temptation, Texas?"
With a snort, Charli looked up. "Yeah. A million years ago."
"Darlin', that was only nine days ago." Audrey propped a hand on one hip. "Didn't you discover that there was plenty happenin' in this little corner of our world?"
"Sure, as long as I had company." She waved her hands wide, staring around at the boxes of supplies. "Now, nothing. I'm back to square one. Connor hasn't been by in five days, I haven't gotten a note, text, call, or fly-by from my mystery cowboy or even one of his crew of hotties!"
"Does Connor know about your mystery meetings? Did you tell him?" Audrey asked.
"Are you kidding? He's an
Original Sin was all risk. Was that what Charli wanted?
Her core throbbed and her head spun as she shifted into gear and headed home, with a quick stop at the twenty-four hour convenience store to stock up on batteries.
Enough thinking!
She needed action. Tonight she'd have to initiate her old backup plan with her trusty vibrator. A cold reminder of life before the dirty tricks began...and before Connor Mason came on the scene.
THE END
(Are you kidding?)
About the Author
Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill into her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Latest Releases
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
Body Snatchers
Naked Prey
Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #5 - Her Move
by Myla Jackson
Charli Sutton rushed around the bar, filling orders, cleaning tables and suffering the pinches and flirtatious remarks normal for a night at work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Cowboys could get downright rowdy some nights and tonight was no exception.
She had a lot of thinking to do and working at the Ugly Stick didn't allow much time alone to process everything going on in her life.
After she's dropped her second bottle of whiskey while filling a drink order, her boss, Audrey Anderson, yanked her into the storeroom. "Charli, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know." Charli pulled away from Audrey's grip and walked the length of the storeroom and back. "I just can't concentrate on work."
Audrey shook her head. "Maybe you should take the night off."
"No!" Charli shook her head. She couldn't leave. Connor Mason might show up. She needed all the time she could get with the man in order to make the decisions she needed to make. "I really need to work."
"Honey, you're not getting enough sleep. Between dating Connor during the day and your after-hours rendezvous with your crew of bad boys, I'd say you're burning the candle at both ends and it's going to burn your butt if you're not careful. Are you getting any sleep?"
Charli's shoulder dipped. "No." She sat on a stack of liquor-filled boxes. "Even when I do have time to sleep, I can't stop thinking. It's been five days since the last time I saw either Connor or my so-called bad boys. I don't know what I did wrong." She buried her face in her hands, despair dragging her down.
"Aren't you the girl who was complaining there wasn't anything to do in Temptation, Texas?"
With a snort, Charli looked up. "Yeah. A million years ago."
"Darlin', that was only nine days ago." Audrey propped a hand on one hip. "Didn't you discover that there was plenty happenin' in this little corner of our world?"
"Sure, as long as I had company." She waved her hands wide, staring around at the boxes of supplies. "Now, nothing. I'm back to square one. Connor hasn't been by in five days, I haven't gotten a note, text, call, or fly-by from my mystery cowboy or even one of his crew of hotties!"
"Does Connor know about your mystery meetings? Did you tell him?" Audrey asked.
"Are you kidding? He's an
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