A cowboy can’t resist a damsel in distress
Brad Anderson, the bullwhip master, has guarded his heart ever since a certain redhead broke it. After attending the wedding of his best friend, Master Anderson decides to find his own happy ending. However, it seems Fate has different plans when he finds himself protecting a damsel in distress.
Will this cowboy-at-heart ever let down his guard long enough to allow true love to flow in? Find out what happens when love and loyalty meet Fate head on.
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Brad Anderson was reluctant to leave Italy. It turned out that catching the garter had actually been a positive for him. He’d failed to understand until then just how alluring the idea of getting hitched was for a woman.
He’d been totally upfront with the ladies, making sure they understood he was headed back to the States as a single man. Brad planned to sample as many as he could in the short time he was there. However, one woman in particular, captured his attention—Julietta.
Julietta was an older woman with a magnetic smile and a free spirit. She’d pretty much claimed him during the reception, allowing the other girls to flirt but keeping his attention with her magical laughter and flirtatious grin.
The women who kept primping themselves while eying the competition couldn’t hold his attention. He liked women who trusted in their natural beauty—like Julietta.
Brad had invited his newly formed harem onto the dance floor, not wanting any to feel left out during the festive celebration. He was a gentleman at heart.
However, he did have an ulterior motive. Watching a woman dance gave him insight into the lady herself.
If she was awkward on the dance floor, you knew you had a woman who wasn’t confident with her body, but might provide some entertainment and pleasure as you guided her to your needs—and hers.
A woman who was obvious in her sexual moves as she danced was letting the world know not only was she confident in her own skin, but she was hungry to devour her partner—or be devoured.
Some women were just pure energy, like the set of brown-eyed twins who had latched on to him. They were playful and fun on the dance floor, so full of vitality they were incapable of slowing down. It reminded him of a certain orange kitten he knew well.
Then there were women like Julietta. They danced with confidence but were subtle in their sexuality as they moved across the floor, elegant and graceful while maintaining an innocent flirtation that called to a man—inviting the chase. In the bedroom, it would translate into a charming power exchange.
Brad was definitely feeling her invitation and a few of the less couth women noticed. One, in particular, felt the need to state her dominance, wrapping her arms around his waist as she gyrated her body against his. While Brad didn’t mind the act itself, it wasn’t appropriate for a wedding. The last thing he needed was a raging boner on the dance floor.
With gentle hands, he pulled the young woman away, twirling her once before letting go of her hand as he turned to face Julietta. He knew with certainty that she would keep it classy.
Brad smiled down at the woman, gratified to see the glint of mutual attraction reflected in her eyes. He gave each girl his attention that evening but kept coming back to the raven-haired beauty.
When the night began winding down, Brad offered his arm to her and asked Julietta to take a stroll in the garden.
“Isn’t it too dark?” she asked in an enticing Italian accent.
“Absolutely not. You see, I know my way around the garden. I surveyed it early this morning. I’m certain I can guide you to the secret spot I found. Enchanting little place.”
“You have me intrigued, signore.”
He grinned. “As do you.”
Brad put his hand on the small of her back, noting the way she subtly relaxed when he touched her. Another sign that she desired and invited this chase.
He was grateful for the soft moonlight as they strolled the maze of roses. Not too bright, but enough to aid him in navigating the labyrinth of foliage.
“How long do you plan to stay, Signore Anderson?”
“I actually will be heading out tomorrow. I have to finish packing for my move to LA, and still have a ton of loose ends to tie up with the school I’m headmaster of.”
“School?” she asked with curiosity.
Now was the time to lay it all out there like a game of cards. She would either run away from him or right into his arms. Not one to back away from rejection, he answered, “Yes, I have a school for training Dominants and submissives.”
The smirk on her face let him know she understood the curriculum involved.
“I take it you are familiar with those terms.”
“Only in definition, signore,” she replied coyly.
“I would be honored to give you a more in-depth lesson on the subject.”
Julietta trilled with laughter but did not reply.
He let it go…for now, understanding the dance she’d begun. Too much interest shown on her part would make it seem the lady was desperate or uncouth. Therefore, it was his task to coax it from her like a gentleman, guiding her along with his subtle expertise until she could give in to her carnal desires.
Julietta was not a “wild one” but close enough to make her alluring to him.
He found the secluded spot he’d spied earlier in the day. It was bursting with colorful blooms, complete with a small water fountain and low marble bench.
She twirled in the center of the area with delight, reminding him of a young girl. “It is magico…” she cried.
“I quite agree,” he answered, sitting down on the bench to admire her.
She stopped twirling and grinned at him, her eyebrows raised. “Do you take all your ladies here?”
He shook his head, a slow smile curving across his lips. “No, you are my first.”
Julietta threw her hands up in joy and twirled some more.
He was already envisioning what he would do with her. A rose, a hard nipple, and love bite on the neck…