Their Ex's Redrock Serial Bundle 1-4
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Authors: Shirl Anders
Tags: #multicultural romance, #second chance, #Contemporary Romance, #wedding
Their Ex’s, Redrock Serial Bundle 1-4 (Texas Alpha)
By Shirl Anders
**This bundled version has a bit more dialog for Vincent from readers reviewing requests.
TWO / ONE HOT GUY, ONE STAB IN THE HEART. COLLIDE.
THREE / WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU HEARD
SEVEN/ THERE’S PLAYING GAMES, THEN THERE’S REAL.
ELEVEN / DON’T FUCKING THINK. JUST FEEL WHAT’S REAL
TWELVE / NOT SWEET AND HOT LIKE YOU
THIRTEEN / I NOTICE SWEET JUST AS WELL AS THE NEXT MAN
SIXTEEN / I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BACK
SEVENTEEN / KEEP LOSING MY PANTIES TO YOU
EIGHTEEN / UH OH, DOMESTIC BATTLE BEGINS
NINETEEN / THE PROMISE OF SWEET
TWENTY / WE’LL NEVER MAKE IT WITHOUT HAVING SEX
TWENTY-ONE / WANT THAT SWEETNESS FOR ME
TWENTY-THREE / I THINK THIS HAS LEGS, BEAUTIFUL
TWENTY-FOUR / CHIEF, NO MORE WAITING
Excerpt from Their Ex’s Redrock Midnight by Shirl Anders (Available now!)
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Their Ex's Part
One
: Redrock (Texas Alpha)
Their Ex's Part
Two
: Redrock (Texas Alpha)
Their Ex's Part
Three
: Redrock (Texas Alpha)
Their Ex's Part
Four
: Redrock (Texas Alpha) (final)
Their Ex’s Redrock Part 1-4 (Texas Alpha)
Their Ex’s Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha)
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T
ess Navarro ran through the rain, not caring that her expensive pink cowboy boots were getting soaked in the puddles across the parking lot. She snatched long red strands of her hair back off her face as she ran, knowing her leather jacket with the snakeskin embossing was getting soaked. This rain would ruin it ... her coolest jacket. She also thought her pink camisole was running dye streaks on the inside of the jacket, but she couldn’t care.
She had to
know
.
The rain burned her eyes, coming down so hard in the black of night it ran rivers over her face. She wasn’t a great runner, especially in cowboy boots, but this was where her husband had pulled into, and then went inside. She’d followed him. To Senta River Hotel. A hotel! When he’d said he was working late, trying to reel in a big talent. The biggest he’d agented yet.
She saw the hotel was quaint as her boots clunked across the parking lot, while she wondered how she’d find out where inside Steven had gone. Maybe she’d just go inside and ask for Steven Navarro’s room, then go to it and confront him. She tried to keep from crying at the pangs in her heart that told her he was cheating on her.
Thunder snapped overhead so loudly it nearly made her gasp in fright, but what she heard afterward chilled her to the bone. She halted, wobbling on her boots. It was a woman’s husky laughter saying her husband’s name!
“Steven, I love fucking in storms.”
The woman laughed again with her sickening, seductive laughter, while Tess’ heartbeat skipped as fast as her gaze trying to find where they could possibly be. Then she saw the covered balconies on the second floor and halfway down the building a couple was outlined in the light from deeper in a room behind them. She walked forward like a zombie toward them, while squinting in the rain running rivulets down her face. The shadows showed a man and a woman. He was lifting her up on the rail, then he was spreading her legs as she laughed with excitement.
Tess was just going to cry out in rage at them, when suddenly something heavy slammed into her from behind. A man’s hand clamped over her mouth as a strong arm cinched her waist, lifting and carrying her forward. She didn’t even struggle, she was so surprised. But the sounds of the couple fucking on the balcony above her probably took her alarm and strangled it.
The big man, holding her, carried her to the wall deeper under the balcony. Once there, he turned her spine to the wall, while his hand turned and stayed pressed across her mouth. All she could see of him was the brim of his cowboy hat pulled down low, while water gathered on the rim, filling and falling over to cascade down on her chest.
“It’s
my
wife up there,” he rasped lowly, with deadly anger in his voice, shocking Tess into statue mode, while she knew her tears fell over his hand.
Vincent Whitehorse looked down at the curvy redhead he held against the wall. She was soaked by the rain with her dark red hair hanging in ringlets and clumps, making her pale features look fairylike against her light blue eyes. Eyes that were dripping hot tears over his hand, but he couldn’t let her alert the cheating bastards nearly above them. He leaned against the woman, keeping her quiet while the sounds of screwing taunted them.
Not that he gave a fuck what his wife, Luna, did anymore. Except for a man like him, this was too fucking much. The grunts got more intense above them and the flicker of lights behind them showed the sway of bodies above. His captive moaned with distressed sounds, while looking up and curling her nails into his chest beneath his duster.
He moved, blocking her view of the humping shadows, and her hurt blue eyes lifted to his. He could see the pain beneath her spiky, wet lashes and it tore feelings out of him he didn’t want to admit.
“Fuck me, Steven. God, yes, fuck me harder!”
“Quiet, Luna!” a man’s voice ordered.
The redhead struggled beneath him, but he held her to the wall, dropping his head, praying the thing would get over with. The climax came minutes later and he squeezed his eyes closed, while his feminine captive clutched him closer, sobbing beneath his hand.
Then finally the bastards stumbled back into the hotel room, slamming the balcony’s patio door shut. Right then, a loud clap of thunder struck, making the woman jump against him. She had a healthy figure, like he’d never had an opportunity to feel against him before. But it was just half a man’s thought, before he lowered his mouth against her ear.
“That your husband up there?”
She moaned and nodded. A growl rumbled from his chest. He thought she had to be, the way she’d come up on them, and the way she’d looked before he grabbed her from warning them they were caught.
“We’ll talk,” he uttered, dragging her down the hotel walkway away from the balcony. What were the odds he’d meet the wife of the bastard that was screwing his wife?
He was the husband!
Tess was gobsmacked as the tall man wearing a black duster and cowboy hat placed her in his big, extended cab pickup that was parked on the other side of the parking lot from “the deed.” She couldn’t think the real words of what it was.
She was shaking and wet as she watched him crossing in front of his truck, going to the driver’s side. He got in, and she exclaimed, “I’m wet.” Her teeth chattered as she tried to control them and explain. “I’ll ruin your seat.”
“Don’t care.” His voice was a low, rumbly burr that she oddly felt in all her secret girly places, but his voice was also tight, as in controlled. His wet hat came off, hitting the seat between them. From the lights of the parking lot, Tess saw he had a long, angular nose, black hair that was long enough to hang slightly over his collar, and he had pinpoints in his undetermined eye color when he glanced at her. His long fingers reached for the heater knob and he turned it on high. Just then lightning struck and she yelped, clutching the armrest on her door.
“Your name?” he asked, with an apparently clipped way of speaking.
His truck started, and her voice was shaking when she answered, “Tess Navarro.”
He hissed a breath, and the sound made her think he’d heard the name.
“Vincent Whitehorse,” he offered as his long arm reach to the back of the seat, and he turned his head to look while backing the truck.
Her breath caught and her eyes widened—she didn’t miss the incredible masculine
hotness
making up his rugged features. She could have hissed a breath over his name too, because she’d heard of Whitehorse Training and Security Facility. She sent them out flowers she couldn’t use in her flower shop that were good, but getting too old to sell. She liked the theme of WTSF, which was helping to save single teens, young women, and young moms by training them to kick ass, and then getting them into trade jobs or school.
Tess had heard a lot of the jobs were security- or bond-chaser-type work. But she’d seen WTSF personnel on the local community college campus passing out flyers. She’d also seen them around town doing various fundraisers for their charity work. She wondered if he was
the
Whitehorse of WTSF or just a relation. But the more important question tumbled from her mouth as he took the access road down the side of the highway.
“Did you know?”
He looked as if he was holding rein on a sizeable amount of anger. Which she got. It made his features look chiseled and even more masculine, if that was possible, and she was feeling the distinct flutter inside her for the awareness of a man she thought strikingly attractive.
“I guessed,” he uttered. She kept staring at him as he clipped more words. “Knew. She’s done it before.”
“Oh,” she whined, dropping her gaze, then she mumbled, “Mine too. Once, I know of.”
“Fuckers,” he growled.
Yeah,
Tess wanted to growl that word too, and more she wanted to ask
why
she wasn’t enough for Steven.
What
was wrong with her? And what kind of idiot was Vincent’s wife, screwing around on a hot man like Vincent. Her husband, Steven, wasn’t “all man” in the hard, virile, and ripped category. He was okay, but not even close to Vincent Whitehorse’s edgy, badass kind of hunkiness.
Wow.
Vincent stopped at Lulu’s, the quiet bar in town, not the wild one. Her husband Steven's “talent,” what little there was of it, never played at Lulu’s. They either played Big Mama’s, the biker bar in the next town over, or Kickin Rodeo, a dance club and bar out on the highway, or mostly venues in Houston or Dallas, out of town. Steven was gone quite a bit.
Tess liked Lulu’s. It was quiet, comforting, and dark. She appreciated the choice as she walked numbly inside beside Vincent Whitehorse with her boots squishing. The rain had eased, and he held the door for her, both outer and inner. Once inside, he went to a back booth and took off his duster and hat. These he shook out and hung over the back of the booth.
She followed him, thinking her boots were probably ruined and mourning the fact that it was so hard to find pink ones. Standing at the side of the booth, she wasn’t certain if she should take off her destroyed leather jacket or not. Finally, she decided she was so cold maybe taking the heavy, wet lump off would help. She was a little worried at the condition of her sheer camisole underneath, which
had
run dye on the inside of her jacket.
It nearly made her cry, so she tossed it aside, not looking at it closely, while she hoped the candlelit darkness of the bar hid things like her white-lace pushup bra showing underneath her wet camisole. She couldn’t dare herself to look down and see. She just scooted into the booth, on the other side from Vincent, and put her arms on the booth tabletop, hoping to hide any wet tee shirt exhibitions going on in the vicinity of her chest.
Luckily, she didn't know the cocktail waitress, a feat in a small town, because she knew the bartender Trish from high school. But the cocktail waitress looked barely old enough to be legally doing her job and she was doing her style up in cowboy Goth. Black boots, black jean skirt, black tee, with piercings on her lip, nose, and multiple ones on her ears, topped with spiky black and pink hair.
