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    A Taste of Honey
    A Taste of Honey
    A Taste of Honey
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    A Taste of Honey

    By Natasha Moore

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    The cowboy and the lady

    Cowboy Jake Manning is nursing a beer and a heart that’s been stomped into a million pieces when classy Shauna Montgomery asks him to dance. Jake knows better than to get involved with another sweet-smellin’ woman, but what the hell, it’s just a dance.

     Shaunna had been planning a little revenge against the boyfriend who dumped her but the steamy dance floor seduction leaves both her and Jake hot and hurting. They end up at Jake’s place for a lesson in power, control and passion.  But they’ll have to get past their differences to learn to trust again.

    This title was previously published in the anthology, Seasons of Seduction IV, but has never before been available on its own.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNatasha Moore
    Release dateJun 29, 2017
    ISBN9781386431756
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      A Taste of Honey - Natasha Moore

      A Taste of Honey

      Natasha Moore

      Chapter One

      How about a dance, cowboy?

      The come-on in that silky voice would tempt a saint, and God knew Jake Manning wasn’t hittin’ the Pearly Gates anytime soon. When the scent of expensive perfume drifted over the stink of beer, whiskey and stale smoke, his body stirred against his will. He’d ducked in here to nurse a draft and a heart that had been stomped into a million pieces. The last thing he needed was a sweet-smellin’ woman.

      But he couldn’t stop from lifting his gaze off the condensation on his mug and glancing over his shoulder. Sleek blonde hair. An even sleeker body molded by a tight fitting tank top and painted-on jeans. The damn high-heeled boots she wore probably cost more than he made in a month. He turned away and chugged his beer, hoping to rinse away the bitter taste of lessons learned the hard way.

      The band slid from an upbeat twang to a slow drawl, bringing a few couples out onto the dance floor. Jake pushed away the image of that high-class body pressed up against his. He sure as hell didn’t need that.

      She placed her hand on his shoulder and it sizzled like a branding iron. Dance with me. Her breath brushed his neck as she tempted him again.

      He shifted on the barstool to glare at her. Lady, why are you pickin’ on me?

      Her smoky gray eyes raked over him, starting with his beat up cowboy hat and heating him all the way down his faded Wranglers to his scuffed-up boots. Her slick red lips slowly spread into a smile. You look like you’d be a good dancer.

      Dancer? Did she think he was some wet-behind-the-ears cowpoke? Jake shook his head. Find some other sucker.

      Come on, she said in a voice as slow and sweet as the honey his mama liked to put in her tea. Her hand slid off his shoulder and stroked its way down his arm until she laced her fingers with his. It’s just one dance.

      Aw hell. Jake pushed back his Stetson as he stepped off the barstool and then followed her onto the dance floor. He’d never been able to resist a taste of honey.

      She was nearly as tall as he was. When she stepped into his arms, her chin rested lightly on his shoulder. That high-priced scent of hers wrapped around his senses and made it hard for him to breathe. Her firm thighs rubbed up against his legs, giving him an instant hard-on. She wound her arms around his neck and sank into him.

      He had a hell of time keepin’ his hands where they belonged. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest and his hand was itchin’ to slide up and wrap around one of them. And damn if his other hand didn’t want to drop down to cup her shapely ass.

      If he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was Lisa he was holdin’ on to. Pretend it was Lisa he was pressed up against so close he’d recognize the curves of her body in the dark. Except Lisa was rounder, shorter and as much as he’d loved her, she’d never smelled as sweet.

      The band shifted from one slow song to another. The lead singer had a little cry in her voice as she sang of broken promises. Goddamn country songs. He shouldn’t have come in here tonight.

      Jake stopped in the middle of the dance floor. He’d had enough of this make-believe. So tell me, lady. Why me?

      Her eyes flew open. Maybe she’d been pretending he was someone else too. She blinked once and then sighed. Honestly? Because you look like I feel.

      What the hell does that mean?

      You’ve just been dumped, right?

      He remembered his last

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