The little girl skipped into the room, blissfully unaware of the sexual heat and tension that clogged the kitchen air. She bent to pick up the wretched goat and announced that she thought it wanted to do potty.The father sighed deeply and glared at the despicable animal. "Oh, now the damn bastard is housebroken?" he mumbled beneath his palm."Huh?" said the girl, tilting her head to stare at her dad with a frown. It was as though she had realized something was amiss about him and was trying to place her finger on it."Nothing, baby," he said, slowly turning away from the counter to ask for Everest's permission to use her yard.Everest nodded quickly before their eyes met, knowing she was going to find the same lust and hunger that still clouded hers in them.As the father-daughter duo went out the kitchen backdoor to the back deck, she adjusted her top, wincing as it brushed softly over her still-tingling breasts. Confusion lurked in her mind. She had shared lots of kisses over the y
For Mentor, Sunday morning came sporting a semi-hard. Memories of the previous night's aborted passion came cascading over him like a waterfall. He sighed and sat up on the bed, the whispers of a smile on his lips.He wondered if the subject of his thoughts was up already and if she was thinking about him as well. About the previous night's racy adventure. And if, unlike him, she had slept well through the night.Thinking about her didn't help. His bulging erection had gone from semi-hard to solid wood. A cold shower was what he needed right now. He wasn't in much of a hurry to go to the ranch, since it was a weekend he wasn't expected at the ranch at all. He only usually popped in on Saturday or Sunday evenings once in a while.In the adjoining bathroom, he turned the shower on and was gratified at the biting cold water that drummed down his head. He rested one hand against the wall ahead of him, hung his head and stayed still as the frigid water ran over him. The water should subdue
Noodles again, Mentor grunted as he heaped hot forkfuls into two bowls. At this rate, the damned thing would be growing on their heads. Mrs Rosenthal usually made enough food to last the weekend on Fridays and stuck them in the freezer. For days when he didn't have the time or pizzazz to cook. Like today.But he had opened the freezer this morning and found it full of all of a suspicious-looking half-pineapple pizza and a pasta take-out. Mrs Rosenthal must have forgotten because why else wouldn't she have stocked the freezer?After setting the table, he went back upstairs to wake Queen up. She had slept like a baby all the way back to the house last night and hadn't even stirred when he brought her up to bed. He, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky.Flipping on the bedroom light seemed to work, though. She blinked into the light like a startled deer and then started to yawn."Good morning, Daddy," she said in a sleepy voice. The girl made no move to sit up though.He manoeuvred a
She had woken up late today. The white rays of the sun were already high in the sky, having swept away the last of dawn.A cup of hot coffee was just the thing to start her day, she thought as she blew on the scalding cup in one hand with her phone in the other hand. Especially after a night spent sleeping in fits and starts.Which made her wonder about the source of her sleeplessness. Everest wondered if he was up already and perhaps regretting yesterday night.A tentative sip of the hot coffee scalded her tongue, but it had worked to get rid of the weird speculations. Why would he regret kissing her? He was a grown man and of his own mind. And she had been made carnally aware that he had enjoyed it just as much as she had. The physical attraction between the two of them was potent enough. He had admitted to it himself and she had acknowledged it by reaching up to kiss him first. A wild move on her part, considering who and where they were, but one she had been glad she made, nevert
Exploring the town was something she had always had in the back of her mind to do, but, except for the bookshop she'd been to that other time, she had only been to the town market to get stuff, she hadn't done much of exploring. On account of her little cottage being so far away from town.So, when she had strolled out of her house today and saw that the afternoon sun was mild, she had gone back inside to get her tote bag and made the trek into town.At the moment, she was at a new pub, whose cutthroat-y name glued above the porch less door had given her the first impression that it was going to be lewd, or at least offensive to the feminine senses. But 'Gargly Broad' had turned out to be a mere hoax. The air conditioning that had enveloped her as she had stepped inside had first tugged away the little heat that still clung to her from the trek. Everything was all marble stones and glass. The semi-oval rose-white marble bar extended over the anterior part of the roundish room with g
This ebook is copyright material and must not be copied, reproduced, transferred, distributed, leased, licensed or publicly performed or used in any way except as specifically permitted in writing by the publishers, as allowed under the terms and conditions under which it was purchased or as strictly permitted by applicable copyright law. Any unauthorised distribution or use of this text may be a direct infringement of the author’s and publisher’s rights and those responsible may be liable in law accordingly.The Rancher's HeartCopyright © InamorataFeels 2022This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidentalBlurb:Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determin
The anger of the late afternoon rain matched Everest Camara's mood. Given that the sky has opened up just about the start of her emotional state, she was inclined to think Earth was in support of her. The last thought drew a recumbent sigh out of her glistening lips. If only it could help her.She stared hard at the cold cup of water within her fingers' reach with unseeing eyes. Since she had received the news, her mood had become unbalanced. It was a wonder she had even managed to drive herself home in one piece. Thinking about the news again, the emotional onslaught washed over her anew. A hole was forming in her heart, a hole yearning to be filled by revenge. The feeling of being taken for a fool and cheated had ebbed on the drive home. Now what filled her very pores was quaking anger and thirst for vengeance.Garth Rementer was a premium jerk and asshole. His architecture firm, Arnex, couldn't have made it to where it was currently without her, and he knew it. She had been the o
It was bleeding hot when Everest stepped out of Lucerne-Alpane train station. The time was just a little past one, according to the station clock, and she was tired from the long flight and train ride.She cursed lightly as the sun rays touched her skin, heating it up. She shielded her face with a hand and dragged her large suitcase with the other.Looking around to see people in baseball caps and sunhats, she wished she had had the foresight to get one too. Not that she was entirely at fault, it had been raining like Noah's prophecy where she came from.Now, where was that landlady woman? She squinted and looked around the dusty landscape. The front of Lucerne-Alpane train station was a dry, desert-sque piece of land, barren of vegetation and moisture. Tiny knock-up kiosks littered the area, most of them announcing their services in garish Day-Glo.None of the women she saw resembled the landlady or dressed the way she had been expecting. She had seen the woman's profile picture on