Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Belita Renn
Word Count :30000
Publication Date :2010-08-16
Series : #
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- Product Code: 978-1-55487-272-5
Sometimes deception is a good thing.
Trapped in an abandoned house during a storm, Toney meets Justus, a handsome cowboy. A kept woman, Toney depends on her friend, Jon, for everything so he controls her. When Justus offers to pay her to have her picture painted for over his hearth, Jon wants her to so he can work a con. Toney and Jon have a falling out and she leaves with Justus. The fact that she has fallen for the handsome cowboy is beside the point. And it seems Justus feels the same about her. The downside is Jon will come for her and she must warn Justus about the planned con, but will he believe that she never planned to help Jon cheat him?
The fire heating his back was beginning to grow too warm, while the front of him was still cold. Slowly standing, he faced the fire. "I would have you painted nude. I would watch to make certain the artist didn't do anything improper or offensive."
She chuckled. "You don't think it's improper to want me to sit nude before two men, while one paints my likeness for all the world to see?"
"Real art is often nude." He shifted to the opposite end of the hearth to warm his cold side.
"I suppose you know that for certain. Or are you basing your knowledge on the nudes over the saloon bars?"
"You have got to be freezing over there. Come over to the fires. You are wasting your time watching out the window. "Oh, by the way, my name is Justus Cole," he added.
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"My name is Toney Remy. I'll call you, Justus, if I may? It doesn't appear we are going to have much need of formality."
He flashed a smile. "I'd like that, ma'am. No reason we cannot be friendly." Moving to the opposite side of the hearth, he tore off a piece of meat with strong white teeth. Chewing as though starved, he opened his coat and slid it from his broad shoulders.
She couldn't help notice that his clinging clothing revealed a narrow waist and tight rounded buttocks. A wide belt of his gun holster held the material tight across his pelvis, revealing the erection beneath his leather pants. Damn, he has a good-looking body. As for his face, the whiskers made him look grubby and in need of a good scrubbing, still it appeared to be a strong, masculine face. He had dark green eyes that reminded her of jewels and light brown hair similar to the little girl that used to live down the lane from her childhood home.
"I could suggest going to your town." She didn't want to be rude.