Divine Creek Ranch 11
- Divine Grace
- Her Gentle Giant: Part One
- Her Gentle Giant: Part Two
- Heavenly Angel
- Rosemary's Double Delight
- Spurs and Heels
- Maya's Triple Dare
- Summer's Indiscretion
- Lydia's Twin Temptation
- Their Divine Doctor
- Divine Phoenix
- Sparks Fly!
- Margot's Hunger
- His Tattooed Virgin
- Tiny Dancer
- Tangled In Divine
- Lucy's Revenge
- Maizy the Bear Charmer
- Awakening Veronica
- Divine Charity
- Brokenhearted Beauty
- Absentminded Angel
- Lumberjack Weekend
- Bunny and the Beast
- How Cassie Got Her Grind Back
- The Insider's Guide to the Divine Creek Ranch Collection
Sheltered Jayne Sheridan, the town librarian, is ready to live the fantasies she writes now that she’s free from the shadows of her past. The art buff she meets in the library sets all her creative juices flowing.
Well-traveled Seth Carter, Divine’s new tattoo artist believes life experience and globe-trotting are overrated. He encounters Jayne in the library and thinks she’s too good to be true.
Matchmaker Grace Warner has enigmatic Seth and her cousin Jayne in her crosshairs. All she needs is an excuse to bring them together. Add in a Fourth of July celebration and a reunion with the Divine Creek Ranch family and what happens? Sparks fly!
Sparks Fly! is a sexy little romp that intimately reacquaints readers with all the beloved characters in the entire series and introduces Seth and Jayne the main characters in the upcoming twelfth Divine Creek Ranch novel entitled His Tattooed Virgin.
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Jayne Sheridan fanned herself as she sat in the folding chair between her cousin Grace and Seth Carter. Her heart hadn’t settled into a regular rhythm since Seth had sat down beside her.READ MORE
He turned to speak with one of the men and her eyes were drawn to his arm, perched next to hers on his chair’s armrest. Up close, his tattooed skin looked nothing like what she would’ve expected. She wasn’t even sure what she’d expected. The tattoos were monochromatic, black with gray shading, and very intricate. The unusual design drew her eyes inexorably up his forearms to his lean, muscular biceps. She unconsciously leaned in to get a closer look and her fingers twitched with the desire to run a finger along his smooth skin. He cleared his throat and she looked up into his faintly amused blue eyes. Unsurprisingly, word failed her and she looked away.
Think of something to say. Anything! The parade will be over soon and you might not have another chance.
Sucking it up, she turned to him and asked, “Did it hurt?” right as a member of the local lowrider club, driving a customized 70’s model Chevy Impala, slowed to a halt in front of them. He turned up the volume on his sound system and “Low Rider” by WAR blasted from his speakers. She groaned softly, thinking Seth hadn’t heard her and she’d have to pretend like she hadn’t asked him a stupid question.
Of course it hurt, you ninny.
But Seth must’ve known she was speaking to him because he leaned close and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Miss Tongue and Miss Lips forgot how to function as a unit when she inhaled his manly, clean scent. His long, black hair wafted in the breeze and caressed her cheek as she looked at his profile. Words failed her, again, and Jayne wanted to crawl under a rock.
She mutely stared as the diffused sunlight illuminated his blue eyes until he finally turned to look at her. She suddenly forgot how to swallow and choked on her own spit.
Oh, kill me now!
Grace patted her back, and Jayne put her hands over her face and wanted to die of embarrassment. Seth leaned forward, looking at her with sincere concern in his eyes.
“Are you all right?” he asked quietly.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she settled back in her chair and wiped stray tears from her eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Yes, you do, you big dolt. You choked on your drool! Get a grip!
She was grateful for the distraction when Maya, Kendall, Boone, and Richard arrived laden with bottles of water and cotton candy for the kids. Mutely, she nodded when Grace softly asked if everything was all right. She sipped from her water bottle and figured she would wait five minutes then make her pathetic loser excuses and walk the few blocks back to her house. She wasn’t even surprised by today’s outcome. Par for the course for her social life.
Seth turned to her and short time later. “The lowrider made it impossible for me to hear you earlier. What were you trying to say?” He didn’t act as though she’d just royally humiliated herself or try to hide the concern that was still in his eyes. He merely chose not to remind her by overlooking it. He really wanted to know what she had said.
Jayne took a deep breath.
You might as well chat with him. It’s not possible to humiliate yourself further. Wait, don’t say that…
Feeling a little more at ease, she replied, “I asked if it hurt.” She pointed at his wrist. “But that’s a stupid question, isn’t it?” She hoped it didn’t make him uncomfortable to point out his tattoos.
Giving her his full attention, he shook his head. “No. Some hurt worse than others, depending on how many nerve endings there are and how close the tattoo is to a bone or joint. None of it was unbearable.” As he spoke, he showed her the image on the underside of his wrist and then turned his arm so she could see the rest. There was so much to see she couldn’t take it all in at once.
Not sure if she hid her inward cringe at his description very well, Jayne asked, “Was the pain worth it? It must’ve been a struggle to sit still through that.”
Seth contemplated her words stoically for a few seconds, but when he looked back into her eyes, she thought she saw the hint of a smile. “Some things in life are worth the struggle.”
Jayne nodded and sat back as his words echoed in her thoughts. She had personal experience with struggles. When the parade drew to a close she stood and folded her chair as the others made preparations to leave.
Grace turned to Jayne and said, “Instead of walking back for your car, do you want to just ride out to the ranch with one of us? We’ll give you a ride back into town whenever you’re ready to go home.”
Jayne hated to be an inconvenience to anyone like that and started to shake her head. “It won’t take but a few minutes. I’m only three blocks away.”
Gaining her immediate attention with a gentle hand on her bare upper arm, Seth said, “Would you like to ride with me, Jayne?”
Just about anywhere you want to take me, handsome.
She looked at where he gestured behind the flatbed trailer to a sparkling, well-maintained motorcycle parked in a row with two others. She recognized the Harley-Davidson emblem on a chrome part and bit her lip.
Grace asked, “Ever ridden on a Harley before, Jayne?”
Jayne stifled a gasp at that question because Grace already knew the answer.
Joaquin kissed her one last time and whispered, “Thank you for trusting me, sugar.” Considering the sheltered upbringing she’d had and then the way fear had ruled her life until she’d met them, Teresa really had demonstrated her trust today. Sex on the back of a galloping horse was definitely on the wild side.
“My legs are like limp noodles.”
Angel shook his head. “That’s all right. I’ve got you and I won’t let you fall.”
Joaquin gently grasped her thighs and lifted her off his cock as Angel took her in his arms and held her. Joaquin heaved a sigh of male satisfaction as he carefully put his sated cock back in his pants and zipped up before climbing from Deseo’s back. He stroked the horse and whispered to him as Deseo turned to the spot where Esperer and Adoración grazed unfettered.
Teresa smiled up at Angel as he carried her down to the gently sloping creek bank. The water flowed freely around the bend, thanks to the recent rains they’d had, and Teresa giggled mischievously when Angel placed her on her feet at the edge and lifted the hem of her light sundress and pulled it over her head. He smiled when he saw the lacy push-up bra she’d worn for them and bent down to kiss the tops of her breasts. His breath was hot and tickled her skin, as he licked her with the tip of his tongue. Her pussy responded with a rush of wet heat, her labia engorging as her excitement grew at being completely naked in their secret hideaway.
“I’ll bet you never envisioned playing naked with your wife down here, did you?” she said.
Angel smiled, entrancing her with his golden eyes as the flickering shadows and glimmers of sunlight illuminated them. “Not when we were little. More recently it’s become a bit of an obsession. We’ve drawn up plans to build what the boys will think is a special tree house down here for them, but in reality it’s a playhouse for the grownups as well.”
From behind her, Joaquin whispered next to her ear, “And we’ll bring you here and make love to you anytime you want.”
The thought inspired a pool of her slick juices to seep from her slit. “Are you going to make love to me down here today?” She slipped her sandals from her feet and dropped them near her dress.
Angel held her gaze as he unhooked his belt buckle and pulled his T-shirt from his jeans. “Very thoroughly, yes.”
Teresa looked around for a likely spot but then realized if they’d been thinking about this then they already had the spot picked out. She turned toward the gurgling water and looked over her shoulder at them. “You don’t mind if I cool off in the water, do you?”
“We’ll join you as long as you don’t cool off too much.” Angel yanked his boots from his feet and placed them with his hat and her clothes before shucking the rest of his clothes along with Joaquin.
She slipped into the cool water and watched as more and more of their masculine physiques were revealed and cooed in appreciation when she noticed that not only was Angel hard and ready for her, but Joaquin was already stiffening up again. Their stamina never ceased to impress her.
She splashed with her foot and giggled as she moved deeper in the water.
“Teresa,” Angel called softly. When she met his gaze, he slowly pointed beyond her and put his finger to his lips. Slowly she turned and looked over her shoulder and peered down the creek. About one hundred yards down, a bobcat crouched at the water’s edge, gazing warily at her as it drank from the creek. It stopped and raised its head and blinked and then leaped away into the brush.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those down here,” Joaquin said as he joined her in the water.
Teresa turned to look at him and asked, “If we’re really quiet do you think it might come back? Could there be more?” She peered up and down the creek bank.
Angel shook his head as he joined her on her other side and kissed her shoulder. “Doubtful. He’s long gone until we leave, and if there are any others, they probably are too. The noise and the horses probably scared them off.”
“Noise?” She didn’t think they’d been all that loud as they’d come upon the creek.
Angel grinned. “Joaquin hollered loud enough to wake the dead when he came.”
Joaquin turned in the hip-deep water and splashed Angel then dove away. “You’re just wishing it had been you comin’ so hard you saw stars.”
Giggling at their antics, Teresa pulled the clip from her long black hair which had come loose as they’d made love earlier. She ran her fingers through it before she twisted the mass back up and replaced the ornamental clip.
She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back and feeling completely alive and in love. Closing her eyes. She smiled as the dappled sunlight warmed her skin, and reveled in her contentment. She was ready to be made love to by another of the most important men in her life. The quiet caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to find both men staring at her, frozen in action.COLLAPSE
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