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  As the sensations dissipated, the men pulled free and climbed out of the back of the truck.

  Charli couldn't move, couldn't begin to speak, every coherent thought chased from her head. She lay on her back, her knees falling to the sides, the cool night air brushing against her ravaged pussy. "Wow."

  Gentle hands dressed her, tugging up her shorts over her hips, buttoning and snapping them. Another pair of hands sat her up and fastened her bra, dragging the tank top back down over her breasts. When at last she was fully dressed, arms scooped beneath her legs and she was lifted out of the truck, carried across pavement and placed into her vehicle behind the steering wheel. The clank of metal on metal was followed by the handcuffs slipping from her wrists. Immediately, her car door slammed shut.

  As her thoughts congealed into action, Charli grabbed for the bandana over her eyes. Maybe now she'd see who these men were. At last, she'd know the identity of her secret lovers.

  She whipped the bandana from her head and stared out the window at the cowboys standing beside her car. Once again, their headlights cast their faces into the shadows. All she could make out were their big grins. Each touched the brim of his black cowboy hat then they spun on their boot heels and walked away.

  Charli fumbled with her door, trying to get the window to roll down, remembering too late that the car engine had to be running for the windows to work. Maybe she could follow them to where they lived. Perhaps then she'd discover who they were.

  The two trucks backed away, then spun and took off, too far away for her to make out the model or the license plate numbers.

  Her hands shaking, Charli reached for the keys in the ignition. They weren't there.

  "Damn!" Surely, they wouldn't leave her stranded on the roadside. She spent a precious five minutes looking for the keys, finally finding them on the back floorboard, tucked beneath the floor mat, a note lying beneath them.

  With the trucks completely out of sight now, she knew she wouldn't find them. Disappointment warred with a deep sense of satisfaction as well as a need for more as she unfolded the note and read it. The slip of paper contained an address and below it the words, Backdoor. Midnight. Wear a dress.

  THE END

  (I think not)

  About Myla Jackson

  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 in 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. or spending time with her family. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of 20+ years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.

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  Excerpt from THREE'S A CHARM

  "Are you crazy?" Audrey hissed under her breath.

  A smile lifted the corners of Charli Sutton's lips. "Maybe, but I've never been more sexually...stimulated as this." Her hand rose to touch her breast through the tank top she wore with a beer advertisement plastered all over the front of it. She glanced around eagerly at the people lounging around in lawn chairs outside Ed Thompson's new two-story ranch house. If she hadn't RSVP'd a week ago, she'd have skipped Ed's house-warming barbeque to prepare for the night ahead.

  "You should have called the cops," her boss and best friend exclaimed.

  Charli's brows rose, her eyes widening. "You think a cop would have joined and made it a threesome?" She bit back the laughter bubbling up inside at Audrey's horrified expression.

  "No. I'd hope he'd arrest the bastards for gang raping you." Her voice rose with each word. Kendall Mason glanced their direction, a worried frown pressing her eyebrows together.

  With a reassuring smile, Charli wiggled her fingers at Kendall then dragged Audrey farther away from the group. "Shhh. I was not raped."

  "You willingly let two men pretending to be cops cuff you, blindfold you and do things to you on a public highway?"

  Charli cringed. "That does sound awful, doesn't it?" She couldn't hold back the smile for long, it burst through, her chest swelling with excitement. "I haven't been this turned-on in months. Hell, years.” She flung out her arms and spun in a circle laughing. She came to a stop, still grinning. “You know the best part?”

  “What that you’ve completely lost your mind?”

  “Yes, no. That we have another,” Charli frowned, “date, tonight.”

  “Date?” Audrey shook her head. “You call that a date?”

  With a shrug, Charli looked away. "Well, sort of."

  "Did you go out to dinner?"

  "No."

  "Did you have a drink?" Audrey crossed her arms over her chest, her foot tapping the ground.

  Charli didn't like the way this conversation was going. Mostly because Audrey had a point. She held her breath knowing the next question Audrey would ask.

  "Did they bother to tell you their names?"

  To Audrey that had to be the deal breaker.

  To Charli, that had been what made the last two mad, crazy, insane nights so incredible. She still didn't know who her cowboys were. Especially her cowboy number one, or as she'd dubbed him...the Original Sin.

  "Got you on that one, didn't I?" Audrey nodded, her face smug.

  That warm tingly feeling bubbled up in Charli again and she hugged her arms around herself. "Nope. I still don't know his name and right now, I don't care. I like the mystery, it makes me crazy with lust."

  Audrey sighed. "You're hopeless."

  "Yeah," Charli agreed without remorse. "I am."

  "Well there's only one thing left to do?"

  "There is?"

  "Yes, ma'am. I have to go with you on your date."

  "What?"

  Audrey grinned. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't protect you from any man determined to take advantage of you?"

  Charli shook her head. "Oh, honey, I want him to take advantage of me. Please, don't do me any favors."

  Her friend smiled. "Okay, but I don't like all this secrecy. Makes me wonder what he's hiding besides his face."

  "I don't care. He makes me smile."

  "He or they?"

  "Mostly him—the Original Sin."

  Audrey shot a glance around at the group of friends gathered in the yard. "Do you think he might be one of Ed's friends?"

  Charli had been wondering that herself. Last night she'd have put money on Connor Mason being her man in the black Stetson. She gazed across at her colleague Kendall Mason, sitting in Ed Thompson's lap and sighed, wishing she had someone she cared enough about to sit in his lap in public. Her gaze shifted to Kendall's brother stepping out the back door with a tray of raw hamburgers. Tall, light brown hair, blue eyes and ripped. Every muscle outlined by the tight T-shirt stretched over his shoulders. Yeah, he was hot and he made Charli hot in all the right places.

  Her pussy creamed as she studied the man. Hell, ever since the first night her man in the black cowboy hat had dared her to skinny dip in the judge's pool, she'd been studying every man at the Ugly Stick Saloon and now here in Kendall's backyard. Her senses were heightened especially those involving her sex drive. Every look, every single male could potentially be the one. She was like a bitch in heat, sniffing out the dog she'd hook up with.

  H
er nipples tightened at the thought of doing it with her Original Sin doggy style and anther wash of juices drenched her panties. She glanced down at Connor's crotch, noting how it bulged nicely and wondering what he looked like naked. When she looked up again, Connor was staring at her, a smile tugging at his lips.

  "Damn!" She shifted, turning away from the gathering, uncomfortably aware of how turned on she was and how Connor had caught her staring at his package. Did she have sex on the brain? Hell yes. And to think she wouldn't even see her mystery man until midnight. With a glance at her watch she groaned. Eight o'clock? Really? Four more hours?

  "Penny for your thoughts?" a deep male voice said next to her ear.

  Charli jumped.

  Connor stood at her side, holding a bottle of Guinness beer in his hand, his clear blue eyes twinkling in the sunshine.

  Her body on fire, with no extinguisher to douse the flames, heat rose in Charli's cheeks and she coughed into her hand to disguise its cause. "I don't think you want to know my thoughts."

  "That good?" His lips twitched as if he shared her joke.

  Did he have any idea what she'd just been thinking? Could he read her like an open book?

  He tipped his bottle, his throat working as he swallowed the cool liquid.

  Charli couldn't help staring at where his full, sensuous lips caressed the rounded edge o of the bottle's rim.

  He tossed the empty bottle into a trash can and turned to Charli. "Still thinking of leaving Temptation?"

  Charli's head spun with a dozen questions she wanted to ask. What did he mean? Why was he asking? Was he her Original Sin? Was he testing her to see if she'd had enough of the mystery dates? What if she was wrong?

  Before she push any remotely intelligent past her lips, he chuckled.

  "I take that as a yes."

  "No," Charli blurted. "I mean, I haven't even thought of leaving Temptation lately." The realization shocked her. For the past two days, not once had she been bored or thinking about moving back to Austin. All because of one man with a black cowboy hat and a body that rocked her socks completely.

  "That's good. I'd like to get to know you better. What are you doing after the party?"

  "Why?"

  He shook his head. "Not the answer I was looking for. Want to go out for a cup of coffee or an ice cream cone at the drive through?"

  Charli squirmed. Damn it, any other time she would, but tonight she had plans. Tonight she had to leave enough time to get dolled up in a dress. Her mystery man had left her a note to meet him at the back of the furniture store at midnight.

  Connor's smile straightened. "Sorry. I thought you might be interested. My bad." He turned to walk away.

  "No, really. I'd love to go out for coffee. Just not tonight. I have...plans."

  He face her again and grinned. "How about tomorrow?"

  Her excitement faded. "I have to work tomorrow night."

  Connor's brow furrowed. "I forgot...at the Ugly Stick, right?"

  "Right."

  "Lunch?"

  Charli grinned. "I can do lunch."

  "Great. Then it's a date." Connor stuck out his hand.

  Charli took it and shook it, all at once awkward and just a little bit disappointed. If Connor was trying to make a date with her for tonight, he obviously wasn't her mystery cowboy. Then again, he was beautiful, Charli hadn't committed to ever after with the cowboy and it was just lunch.

  "Excuse me, I have to check on the burgers." He hurried toward the grill where flames licked at the edges of the beef.

  Audrey sidled up to her, her brows rising. "What was all the handshaking about?"

  "Nothing."

  "Spill, lady, or I'll go ask Connor."

  "Fine. I have a lunch date with Connor tomorrow."

  Audrey squealed like a teenager. "That's more like it. Then you're not going to meet with the mass murderer tonight?"

  "Of course I am." Charli grinned. "I'm sure to get sex tonight. Whereas I'll probably only get lunch tomorrow."

  Audrey slapped her palm against her forehead. "I thought I taught you better."

  "Oh, honey, you did. You definitely did. Like you, I know what I want and I'm not waiting for it to find me. I'm going after it." Her core heated and her body hummed with excitement. Bring on the night. Charli Sutton was horny as hell and looking to get fucked thoroughly.