Here's an unedited clip from my next release, which I think comes out in February as part of the Beastmaster PAX. The title is Nellie's Rogue Stallion. The hero is totally yummy were-horse. Nellie has saved him from her rancher father and fled with his herd. They've stopped in a hidden valley to rest after a wild flight through the night to escape. He has suggested a swim to clean up and cool off... Enjoy!“Oh my God and little green apples!” The water felt so cold she thought her skin was going to pucker into inch high goose bumps or her lungs were going to collapse. She treaded water for a bit trying to catch her breath. “I-i-i-t’s s-o-o-o c-c-c-old!”
To her left, he laughed. “But it feels good, doesn’t it? After a minute the chill eases and it feels very good.”
“I’m not so sure about that, but I’m sure not overheated anymore.” Then more grudgingly, “I guess the wetness does feel good. My skin was dry, dusty and itching, burned by the wind and the sun. The wetness helps that, but I don’t think I’ll ever be hot again.”
“Oh, we can warm you back up after our swim. When we get out and lie on the grass in the sun, you’ll be warm in no time.”
He came up behind her and pulled the tie off her braid. Nimble fingers loosened the plait until her hair fanned out around her shoulders. Then he pushed her down enough to wet it, and taking a bit of yucca root, he washed her hair, working the suds gently through the yard-long honey-blonde strands until every lock was squeaky clean. By then she wasn’t sure if she was still cold or not. Her scalp tingled from the kneading strength of his fingers as he rinsed away the last bit of soap weed. She floated, supported by the water after he laid her back to finish the rinsing. Part of her was above the surface and warmed by the sun. That did feel good. With her eyes shut, she didn’t have to think about that sun touching skin it had never known, or how much of her was revealed to his gaze, should he choose to look.
But was he looking? Did he find her pleasing? Her nipples pebbled at the contrast between the water and the limpid air, then chilled by a passing breeze. Probably that triangle of coppery gold curls at the base of her belly was visible too. Was he looking? Didn’t she feel the pressure of his gaze almost as keenly as a touch? She gave a tiny shiver and went tense. As soon as she no longer lay relaxed in the water, her body starting to sink. She flailed a bit, bringing her shoulders up as her legs went down.
He slipped an arm around her, stabilizing her.
“There, does that not feel better? I knew your hair was dusty and matted from all the riding, especially when your father put you in the rear. That was not kind at all!”
“I think he wishes I’d been born a boy, and sometimes forgets that I’m not, although he guards my chastity with everything at his disposal.”
Steven laughed. “But no longer. All his efforts will be for naught now.”
What a shocking yet thrilling notion that was. No more virginity to protect. Very soon now….
He led her to the shallow end, where he lifted her out of the water. The black sand felt silky beneath her feet but that sensation was soon lost in others as he waded out to stand at her side. Droplets of water gleamed on his smooth bronze skin. He shook his head, almost like a horse, and water flew out of his hair. With both hands he scooped it back off his face and plastered it sleek to his skull. Wet, it was almost black yet still held the fiery highlights.
Her gaze was drawn irresistibly downward to the only part of him she really hadn’t seen yet. As she visually measured the length and girth of his cock, she gasped. Even at rest and nestled in the dark bronze tangle at his groin, it was impressive. So were his balls, plastered with wet curls.
Oh my! I’ve seen purebred studs that would gladly trade for that! And this is his man-form. I don’t think we’re going to make this work! She’d seen enough horses and cattle mating to know what happened, but still, applying it to herself—herself and this amazing man—the act was nearly impossible to picture. Would he take her down on hands and knees to come at her from the rear? Mary Red Squirrel
{{This is an Indian woman who is the housekeeper for motherless Nellie and her father}} had told her there were other ways for people to do it also but she hadn’t been very specific.
Before fear could really take hold, he caught her hand and led her a few feet to a thick patch of emerald green. The grass was fine-bladed and as even as if it had been cropped carefully with scissors. Before she quite realized what had happened, she was flat on her back in that grass with him at her side, stretched out as relaxed as a fine gentleman in an elegant bed. Sure enough, any lingering chill vanished in a trice. The sun was not the only cause of the heat flowing through her whole body, either.
He placed one hand flat on her torso, just below the arch of her ribs. One finger traced around the hollow of her navel. “I may snort in your flanks yet. They’re very nice flanks.”
