Friday, 18 March 2016

My Aliyah: Texas Heat - spotlight


My Aliyah: Texas Heat
Tough Tyler Landon is fit to be tied! He feels he is about to lose his man card. After witnessing a Mexican drug lord commit a murder, Ty finds himself on the cartel's hit list. That's bad enough, but when he finds that the agency has assigned a female Mossad agent to protect him - he decides to seduce her into submission. Tyler is a man's man - a Sexual Dom - a Texas Ranger who lives by the motto - One Riot-One Ranger. But, when he meets Aliyah Sharon - he finds that he has met his match.



As they walked to the parking garage, Ty took it upon himself to set some ground rules. “Aliyah, I want it understood that I’m in charge.” A cough from one of the assisting deputies was the only answer he received. Alvarez had arranged for a sweep to be made of the building and the 
garage to ensure that there were no surprises awaiting them in the cavernous building. 

Aliyah was having a difficult time keeping up with Ty’s long strides. She knew he was out-distancing her just to make a point. She let him; she had nothing to prove. The deputies were more polite, they matched their strides to hers, letting Landon lead the way. His comment about being in charge just hung in the air, un-debated. Her refusal to argue with him seemed to piss him off even more, so he continued to grouch. “I know what the captain said, but I’ll have you know that you can knit or make cookies or paint your toe-nails—whatever—and if Saldado’s assassins come, I’ll handle it.” Still no comment from Aliyah or the deputies. “Good, I’m glad that’s settled.” 

As he stalked ahead of her, his cowboy boots made a ringing noise on the concrete floor. Aliyah took the opportunity to ogle his well-shaped butt. These Texas men and their tight jeans! Smiling, she actually found herself licking her lips. Catching herself, she guiltily glanced at the uniformed men beside her. Thankfully, they hadn’t noticed. 

When they reached the A level, he started toward his black Ford King Ranch truck. “I’ll drive.” 

“No,” she stated flatly, turning in the other direction. “Follow me, Ranger.” 

Ty balked. He just stopped and watched her walk away from him as big as you please. “What happened to me being in charge? In Texas, a man is supposed to do the driving,” he explained slowly. His tone was dry and exasperated. Thompson and Simmons stopped in their tracks, obviously waiting to see which one of the two opponents would prove to have the strongest will. All of the men were about to learn that there was really no contest. Both of the vehicles had been swept for bugs or tracking devices and both were deemed ready to travel. 

She never slowed down, but called over her shoulder. “My vehicle is bulletproof, is yours?” 

“Hell!” he grumbled. Aliyah smiled, and didn’t say a word, she just let him fuss. And fuss he did. 

“Shit! Hold up! I’ve got to get something out of my truck, first.” He still had his bags from the wedding trip. Ty maintained a house in Austin and one in his hometown of Redlands, which sat almost on the Louisiana border. Shouldering his garment bag, he reached for the leather case that his brother had handmade just for him. It held his rifle and a couple of extra special things. Now, after meeting Aliyah, all he could think about was introducing her to his style of sexual preferences, and to what was in the bag. 

Letting out a frustrated breath, he looked around to see where she had gotten off to. He spotted her waiting for him by a sporty black Jaguar. Blasted teeny-weeny foreign cars—they weren’t made for men his size. By the time they got to where they were going—he’d be cramped up like one of them wiggly party snakes in a can! Grumbling under his breath, he turned his attention to his beautiful nemesis. Leaning up against the sexy car, she looked like every man’s wet dream. Before approaching her, Tyler stopped and shook hands with his cohorts, thanking them for the escort. They didn’t need to be witness to any further humiliation on his part. Damn the woman! Ty hadn’t given up; he would best her yet—sexually and otherwise. 

“What’s in the leather case, a weapon?” 

“Yeah, that’s one of the things in the bag. And if you’re real good, I may show you what else I have in there, baby.” He shot her a slow wink. 

Even though he was attempting to get along with her, she appeared to steel herself against his 

considerable charm. She wasn’t even reacting to his come-on. Damn, woman! She appeared to be waiting patiently, and when he got close, she reached out to take his luggage to put it in the trunk of her car. He refused to give them up and Tyler knew that if any passers-by were watching they would think two kindergartners were playing King of the Mountain.

Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream


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