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Marking one's territory was never so naughty? Dolan would love to hate the new veterinarian who's horning in on his territory. But the flame-haired fantasy come true makes his body burn with just a smile. The smart thing to do is forget about her, so perhaps a threesome arranged by his old college buddy is just what he needs to get her out of his head. Divorcee Tracy Marx has moved to Santa Ysabel to start a new practice and maybe find someone to take her outside the boundaries of vanilla sex. Instead she finds trouble in the form of a cowboy whose dark, sexy gaze lights her up and could also destroy any chance of success. The best thing to do is stay far, far away from him. When Dolan shows up for the promised night of fantasy, he's shocked to find Tracy has traded her medical bag for a bustier and bondage. Tracy would like nothing better than to slap that smirk right off his face, but the prospect of being sandwiched between two men is impossible to resist even if one of them is her adversary. Besides, no one calls her chicken.
Author

Born and raised in Arizona, I guess you'd call me a desert rat. Well, actually, I'd be a desert rat that loves the mountains and lakes. Arizona gives me great pleasure, because if I'm not at the computer writing or buried nose deep in a book you'll find me on a four-wheeler, or a jet ski, or being pulled behind my 26’ Monterey boat on an oblong tube called a ‘hot dog’ laughing my ass off. In fact, my family says I have an unnerving cackle cutting through the waves—similar to a witch! Yes, that's right this witch has a family... Bill is my wonderful husband of twenty-two years. Tia, Samantha and Ashley are my three beautiful girls and my greatest accomplishments to date. And the light of my life is a devilishly handsome grandson, Dusty. As writing is a passion with many—it’s an obsession with me. Who knew that the wild things going on in my head someone would actually read? But I'm thankful you do and I hope you find joy and entertainment in my sometimes—okay most of the time—risqué ramblings.