Sunday, October 12, 2014

How to Rope a McCoy by Sable Hunter, Spotlight


 
 
 
How to Rope a McCoy by Sable Hunter

 
 
 


 

 Is Texas big enough for more McCoys? Hell yeah! Heath McCoy, the oldest
cousin of Aron and his brothers spends his days championing his family.
He is no stranger to heartbreak, the woman he loved left him at the altar.
From that moment on, Heath developed a new attitude - love'em and leave 'em wanting more.
Until he meets Cato. Cato is determined to experience all life has to offer.
She is deaf, yet very adept at listening with her heart.
The moment she lays eyes on Heath, she knows he’s the one man who will mean the world to her.
But Heath doesn't want forever, he wants a fling.
So, Cato decides to give him what he wants and hope he falls in love with her in the process.
She takes a gamble on love and the stakes are high.
 
How do you rope a McCoy? Very carefully.
 
How do you keep him tied? With love.

 

 


 

   Behind her, Heath asked, “Can I have something to drink, ma’am?”
Oblivious, Cato took a sip of the punch, smiling when she saw Patrick dip Savannah and then kiss her. She could still remember how Savannah had suffered when she’d thought Patrick had been killed in the war. His homecoming had truly been a miracle.
Hot and tired, Heath tried to get the woman’s attention again. He was beginning to lose his cool. “Hey! What does someone have to do to get a drink in this place?”
Happily Cato patted her foot, wishing someone would relieve her of punch patrol so she could kick up her heels.
“Huh?”
A sudden jerk on her arm startled her and she swung abruptly around, the contents of her punch cup flying through the air and all over the face, jacket and shirt of the very cowboy she’d been mooning over. Kabluey!

“Oops. Oh, no!”

“It’s you!” Heath bellowed as red liquid dripped off his hat, down his chin and onto his white shirt. “Are you deaf?”

Cato didn’t need auditory skills to hear him that time. She was reading him loud and clear. An angrier visage she had never seen.

Oaf.

“Me, deaf? Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” she answered defensively. This relationship wasn’t exactly getting off to the start she’d hope. “If you’d calm down a second and just let me ex—”

While she was trying to answer and pour him another cup of punch, the handsome jackass proceeded to lecture her on the techniques of proper punch distribution.

“If you’re going to take on a job, you ought to do that job and stop staring off into space like some wall-eyed owl.” Heath was voicing his objections so loudly, he’d missed what she said. He was about to ask her to repeat herself, but he didn’t get the chance.

WHOOSH! SPLAT!
The little vixen doused him again.
Cato lunged forward.
“What?” Oh, my God! She’d just baptized cutie-pie again. If she hadn’t grabbed the

table, Cato would have fallen herself. Somebody had pushed her. Whirling around, she found three little girls in pink frilly dresses, giggling. They were running from a little boy and had used Cato’s wide butt as ‘home.’

“Sorry!” They chimed together and ran off.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Heath sputtered and spit as a fresh cascade of sticky drink poured off his face and clothes. “Why you little she-devil!” Heath growled.

“Oh, my goodness.” Cato grabbed a towel and came around dabbing at his body. She wiped his face, chest, stomach and was rubbing roughly at the stain on his crotch when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Jerking her head up, she saw him drawl.

“I think you got that spot.” She was still patting his growing erection when he snorted. “Now, look what you did.”

Cato glanced down, realized where her hand was and that the bulge she’d been cleaning was now considerably bigger. Good grief! Oh well, she could wilt from embarrassment or let the ‘new and improved Cato’ shine through. She opted for door #2.

“Is it like rubbing a lamp? Do I get three wishes?”

 

Bio

   Sable Hunter writes erotic romance. She writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges, like one of her favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can she deliver a hero. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If she can wring those emotions out of a reader, then she has done her job. She grew up in south Louisiana along the mysterious bayous where the Spanish moss hangs thickly over the dark waters. The culture of Louisiana has shaped her outlook on life and made its way into her novels where the supernatural is entirely normal. Presently, Sable lives in Texas and spends most of her time in wild and wonderful Austin. She is passionate about animals and has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable has been known to haunt cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. She writes for Secret Cravings Publishing as well as publishes much of her own work. Join her in her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.

 






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