Excerpt: My Outlaw by Stormy Glenn

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Forbidden Love by Aleksandr Voinov, Anna O'Neill, H. C. Brown, Stormy Glenn
Release Date: 09/2009
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Buy Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=61

Blurb: My Outlaw, by Stormy Glenn: After getting injured and losing his horse during a cattle drive, Daniel Branson is ordered to ride the stagecoach back home. Little does he realize that it will put him in the hands of the notorious outlaw, Black Bart. And the handsome outlaw has plans for Daniel that don’t involve holding him for ransom!

Forbidden, by H.C. Brown: England 1075—Sir Renoir Danier finds himself in an intolerable situation when he is ordered by King William to marry an elderly Spanish countess. Five years earlier, he met the great love of his life, Sir Sebastian. This deeply sensual dark angel taught him all that a man could give to another. Renoir became a slave to his erotic punishment. After a month of bliss, Sebastian sailed to Spain. Will he return or leave Renoir with a shattered heart?

Poisoned Heart, by Anna O’Neill: The ultimate betrayal . . . . In Edo-period Japan, a prominent family might choose to foster a son from another clan in order to encourage peaceful political relations. When Raiden's family invites twenty-three year old Masashi into their lives, their gesture has the opposite effect: Masashi kills Raiden's parents. Now years later Raiden is studying with a master of magic who allows Raiden the chance to go back in time to kill Masashi before Masashi can lift a finger against his family. But when Raiden is faced with his guest-brother once again, much to his horror he finds that his old feelings for Masashi return. With the weight of the future bearing down on Raiden's shoulders, can he overcome these troublesome emotions, or will his new weakness destroy everything?

Deliverance, by Aleksandr Voinov: William Raven of Kent joined the Knights Templar to do penance for his sins. Formerly a professional tournament fighter and mercenary, William is brought face-to-face with a past he'd thought he had escaped.

Excerpt - Story:

From My Outlaw, by Stormy Glenn

Texas, 1880

“Are you traveling far, sir?”

Daniel Branson glanced across the dusty stagecoach to the young woman sitting across from him. He smiled at her and shook his head. “No, ma’am, I’ll be getting off the stage at Brownsville.”

“You have family in Brownsville?” she asked.

Daniel nodded. “You could say that, ma’am.”

The woman glanced at the older gentleman that seemed to be sleeping beside her. Daniel didn’t understand how anyone could sleep through the rough road the stage coach traveled over. It was filled with ruts and potholes. His ass felt like it had been dragged through a pile of cactus brush.

“Do you know any outlaws?” she whispered as she glanced over at Daniel again.

Daniel chuckled. “I haven’t met any personally but I hear that Black Bart and his gang hole up out this way.”
“Black Bart?” the woman gasped, her eyes widening. “Is he an outlaw?”

“One of the worst, ma’am,” Daniel replied. He leaned forward a little. “Why, I hear he’d just as soon shoot you as look at you.”

“And he’s in Brownsville?” the woman asked, a hand covering her mouth in shock.

Daniel shrugged, sitting back in the seat. “I can’t rightly say, ma’am, but I’ve heard a lot of tales about Black Bart since I entered the territory.”

Daniel glanced out the small side window as the woman’s face paled. He could tell from her manners and dress that she had never set foot west of the Mississippi River. He’d wager she was from way back east, maybe even as far as Boston.

He wished the best for her. The west could be an unforgiving place for people not prepared for the rough, harsh realities of life in the uncivilized country. Many didn’t make it through their first winter before high tailing it back east to civilization.

“You don’t think he’s around here now, do you?”

Daniel turned his attention back to the young woman. He felt a little bad that he had worried her but not enough to take back what he had said about Black Bart. Most of the people he had met on his travels west had no business being out here. He wished that they would just all turn around and go back home.

The west was no longer paved in dreams from the 1849 gold rush. It was paved by the blood and sweat of cowboys and ranchers and settlers strong enough to fight tooth and nail for every inch of land that they could dig out of the cold, hard earth.

“No, ma’am, I’m sure he’s moved on to some other area.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Brownsville isn’t a big place. It’s mostly ranchers, some townspeople, and a few outlying farms. I don’t imagine that there is a lot to keep any outlaw in the area for too long a spell.”

The woman seemed to regard Daniel for so long he began to get uncomfortable. He tried not to fidget, clasping his hands together in his lap to keep from pulling at the collar of his white woolen shirt or the blue bandana tied around his neck.

“If there’s not much in Brownsville, why do you stay there?” the woman finally asked. Daniel could see the curiosity covering her pert little face. Underlying that was a spark of interest Daniel would just rather ignore.

“I live just outside of Brownsville, ma’am,” Daniel replied. “I was point rider on a herd of cattle we drove up the Chisholm Trail to Abilene. My horse stepped in a prairie dog hole just outside of town and I had to put him out. I injured my ankle when my horse went down. Cattle boss told me to catch the stage back to the ranch.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the woman said quietly. Daniel could see the sympathy in her face, hear it in her voice. Even a woman from back east knew the heartache a cowboy felt when they lost a horse, especially a cattle cutting horse. It took years to train a horse to work cattle the way Stickler had for Daniel. He’d missed that damn peg pony.

When the young woman glanced at the man beside her again then smiled over at him, Daniel’s stomach fell through his feet. He had seen that particular look on enough female faces to know that the flirting was about to begin.

Before he could dissuade her, a loud gunshot sounded outside and the stagecoach jerked to a stop. Daniel leaned out of the side window to see what was going on. His heart pounded frantically in his chest when he spotted the five masked men surrounding the stagecoach, their guns drawn.

“What is it?”

Daniel turned to see the young woman he had been conversing with nearly shaking with fright. The older man next to her still slept. Daniel held his fingers to his lips. “Ssshhh.” He glanced back out the window to watch what happened.

Daniel grimaced as the shotgun rider tossed his rifle down to the ground and climbed down from his seat, the stagecoach driver following behind him. They both immediately held their hands up in the air and moved off to one side of the stagecoach. This was not good.

Excerpt - Adult:

From My Outlaw, by Stormy Glenn

Daniel wasn’t supposed to be aroused. He knew that. He was being kidnapped and held for ransom by the outlaw, Black Bart. He was supposed to be resisting, fighting back, or at the very least, trying to escape.

But no, all he really wanted to do was feel that hard cock against his naked skin. Hell, he wanted to feel all of Black Bart against his naked skin, preferably with Black Bart just as naked. Daniel groaned. He was in so much trouble.

Daniel tried to ignore the man holding him as they rode. He tried even harder to ignore his aching cock. Both seemed nearly impossible, especially when Black Bart grabbed the reins in one hand, the other settling on Daniel’s abdomen.

“I think you like being held captive,” Black Bart whispered into Daniel’s ear. “I think you like being tied up and played with.”

Daniel shivered at the feel of warm breath blowing across his neck. His eyes dropped closed as he tried to concentrate on the sounds around him, the feel of the horse beneath him, anything to drown out the feel of Black Bart’s hand drawing small circles on his body.

When Black Bart separated the edges of his shirt and pushed his hand inside to caress naked flesh, Daniel knew it was a lost cause. His entire world narrowed down to focus on strong callused hand moving closer to his hard cock.

Daniel ached. He needed. He cried out when that hand finally touched him. His body bucked, arching towards the hand touching him. His movements were met by a low deep chuckle from the man torturing him.
Daniel felt his face burn with embarrassment. He pushed his body back from the hand touching him. His shoulders hunched as he tried to avoid Black Bart. But the man didn’t seem to even notice. He continued his exploration of Daniel’s body.

He wrapped the reins around the saddle horn then grabbed Daniel’s bound hands and brought them over his neck. Daniel was effectively trapped, his body laid open to whatever Black Bart wanted to do to him.
Part of Daniel was thrilled. He could respond without hesitation, enjoy the feeling of Black Bart’s hands on his body. He was tied up, unable to resist or protest. Another part of him was mortified that he was responding to his captor, but not enough to stop Black Bart from pulling at the buttons of his pants.

Daniel’s head fell back against the wide shoulder behind him when Black Bart pushed his hand deep into Daniel’s pants, grasping his hard cock. The pressure was unbelievable. It was just strong enough to let Daniel know Black Bart’s hand was there but light enough to keep him just on the edge of an orgasm. It was pure torture.

Daniel’s hands began clenching and unclenching in Black Bart’s jet black hair. His mouth dropped open as nearly silent whimpers of need broke free. Black Bart had one hand on Daniel’s chest, gently pinching and tugging at his nipples. The other hand stroked Daniel’s cock.

When Black Bart’s lips latched on to Daniel’s neck, Daniel couldn’t keep his cries to himself any longer. His head fell to one side, baring his neck to Black Bart’s questing lips. His body hummed with arousal.

“Please,” Daniel pleaded, not really sure what he was begging for but knowing he needed something more.
“What do you need, cowboy?”

Daniel shook his head. He bit his lip. He couldn’t say it. If he did, that would make it real. It would mean he wanted the things Black Bart was doing to him, the things Black Bart was making him feel.

The hands touching him suddenly stopped. Daniel groaned in protest. He was so very close. He pushed his hips towards the hand holding his cock but that hand fell away, taking with it the hot feeling of pleasure that had been racing through his body.

“Please, I…I…” Daniel moaned.

“Tell me what you want, cowboy, and I’ll give it to you,” Black Bart whispered into Daniel’s ear. “I won’t touch you unless you tell me what you want.”

Daniel groaned. He couldn’t tell Black Bart what he wanted. He just couldn’t. But he didn’t know if he could live without feeling the ecstasy of Black Bart’s touch another second. He just might die without it.

The feeling of Black Bart’s tongue against the shell of his ear decided Daniel. He cried out, arching his body as he gave into the feelings the outlaw provoked in him.

“Touch me,” Daniel begged, “Oh god, please touch me.”

Daniel’s plea was instantly answered. Black Bart wrapped his hand back around Daniel’s cock and stroked him. His other hand caressed Daniel’s chest, moving back and forth between his nipples to play with them both. Black Bart’s lips moved from Daniel’s ear to his neck, licking a path around to the edge of Daniel’s jaw and on to his lips.

Daniel’s body throbbed. When Black Bart’s mouth covered his, Daniel felt all of the air in his lungs escape, leaving him breathless and wanting. The feel of Black Bart’s tongue brushing against his sent Daniel into a tailspin of desire.

He dug his fingers into the hard corded muscles of Black Bart’s neck as the pressure building in his balls exploded out the top of his cock. Daniel’s groan of completion was loud in the silence surrounding them as he covered Black Bart’s hand with white pearly seed.

“That’s it, cowboy,” Black Bart murmured against Daniel’s lips. “Give it all to me.”

Daniel’s only response was the deep groan that built up in his throat and roared free as Black Bart continued to stroke him through his orgasm and beyond. His body bucked, his cock sensitive to every touch.

Black Bart just kept going, stroking Daniel’s cock with one hand, playing with his nipples with the other. Before long, Daniel had worked his way through one orgasm and was well on his way to another.

“You know I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, cowboy,” Black Bart said. Daniel knew it was more of a statement than a question. He was also afraid that it was going to happen. He might even beg for it. And that scared Daniel more than having a gun held to his head.