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  Hot Damn

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  Regina Carlysle

  Hot Damn

  By Regina Carlysle

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  Hot Damn Copyright © 2014 Regina Carlysle

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book publication November 1, 2014

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  Hot Damn

  By

  Regina Carlysle

  Chapter One

  It was ladies’ night at the Hot Damn Saloon and pheromones slithered through the heavy air like the flashing neon sign from an old film noir. Scarlet Ballew didn’t feel the effects one little bit since she wasn’t here for the cowboy eye-candy but for the dancing. Even now, the toes of her red ostrich cowboy boots tapped in time to a raucous country song. She stared out at the crowded dance floor, dying to dance.

  Edgy tonight and anxious to burn off the excess energy, she lowered her head and gazed slowly around the crowded room. She held a long-neck loosely in one hand as she studied the huge group of available men.

  Temporary men.

  Just about every real cowboy in the place was in Sweetridge, Texas for one thing alone—the weekly rodeo. Every weekend from March through November amateur and semi-pro cowboys turned up in droves to try their luck. Great for the local businesses, sure, but those rodeo men were hard on a woman’s heart. Best not to get involved with guys like that. Yeah, they might be looking for a one night stand while stuck out here in this little burg, but they were way out of luck when it came to her. She didn’t do temporary.

  Never again would she let herself believe that a man wanted anything more than a short fling. Nope. She didn’t do temporary, but she did love to dance.

  “Well? Have you picked one out, Scarlet?” Patti-Pie Murphy licked a clump of salt from the rim of her margarita glass and grinned. “Good crop tonight.”

  A response wasn’t needed because Lyssa Callahan spoke up as she signaled the waitress for another round. “Leave the woman alone. She’s sworn off men, and hell, I don’t blame her.”

  Patti-Pie shook her blonde head, looking all pitiful and sad. “You can’t swear off men forever, sugar. You have to forget about what happened last year. There are more fish in the sea than Cole Thomas.”

  Patti was an optimistic, blue-eyed blonde, always sunshine bright. Scarlet loved her dearly, but right now the woman was just plain irritating.

  “Don’t mention Cole to me. It’s over and done with.” Scarlet ran the side of her thumb down a gouge in the worn oak table and tried not to scowl. “You sound like Mama. He made his choice and it wasn’t me. I’m just happy I found out he was a horn-dog before the wedding. Rat Bastard! I’m only here for the dancing and to keep you two out of trouble.”

  Her best friends since high school laughed and she knew the reason why. Of the three of them, she was the one most likely to have trouble tattooed on her butt. It followed her like a bad habit and her brief engagement had proven to be just another notch on her bad-decisions-belt. She wasn’t doing that again. Nope. She was a changed woman.

  “Ooh, look at that one, girls.” Patti nodded toward a long, rangy cowboy in a pristine white Stetson. “He’s yummy.”

  “Wannabe, Patti. You always pick the wannabe cowboys,” Lyssa said, shaking her head. Lyssa was a curvy brunette who had a no-nonsense outlook that Scarlet admired, but Lyssa gave the ever-optimistic Patti fits.

  “Ah, what’s wrong with him? He’s cute. Kinda.”

  The wannabe cowboy all starched up in his brand new jeans had tourist stamped all over him. He looked their way and Patti gasped in delight. But he wasn’t looking at Patti. He was looking straight at Scarlet.

  Uh-uh. No way.

  “That’s not fair,” Patti moaned. “They always pick you, Scarlet.”

  “Hey! That’s not true. They do not.”

  Lyssa shook her head and leaned back as the waitress set down fresh drinks. “Yeah, honey, they do. That’s why I hang out with you. Don’t really like you all that much but the attention is nice. You’re a man-magnet. Face it. Get over it.”

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Scarlet snorted, took a sip of her beer, leaned forward, and propped her elbows on the littered table. “I’ve sworn off ‘em. Every last one of them. I wouldn’t be here tonight if you guys hadn’t forced me.”

  Her friends laughed knowing it hadn’t really taken all that much convincing. She loved Thursday nights at the Hot Damn and it wasn’t a huge secret. They had the best dance floor in town and live music for the last few hours of the evening.

  Wannabe Cowboy strutted toward their table, slipping and sliding through the crowds at the perimeter of the dance floor. In the dim lighting, his pale complexion fairly announced that his profession kept him indoors most days. He wasn’t a real cowboy. Just pretending.

  “Oh my God,” Patti gasped. “Here he comes. I’m gonna pee my pants!” Anticipation lit her face.

  Scarlet rolled her eyes and shared a grin with Lyssa.

  “Settle down, Mary Sunshine,” Lyssa said.

  “Howdy, ladies.” The man was attractive for sure, but not Scarlet’s type. He gave her a look and held out a hand. Patti looked crushed. “Care to dance?”

  Scarlet shook her head. “Uh-uh. Sorry, I’m sitting this one out.”

  Disappointment flashed in his eyes but it didn’t last long. He glanced down at Patti-Pie, who shivered like a puppy. “How about you? Wanna dance?”

  “Yeah. That’d be good.”

  The breathless response had him smiling so he took Patti’s hand and led her to the dance floor.

  Lyssa took a sip of her rum and Diet Coke and gave her a considering look. “See what I mean? Man magnet. That’s why we keep you around.”

  “Bitch.”

  “I mean it, hon. You’ve got all those gobs of black hair, long legs, and big boobs. Man magnet.”

  Scarlet moaned. “I feel so used.”

  Lyssa laughed then went serious. “Really, Scarlet, you’ve gotta shake off this funk you’ve been in. Ever since you caught Cole plowing another woman’s field you’ve avoided men. You’re almost thirty and it’s just not normal to completely ignore your healthy libido.”

  “My libido can go to hell. If I’m so hot, why am I sitting here and not dancing?”

  Her friend gave a telling glance toward the dance floor and arched her brow as a smiling, animated Patti-Pie boot-scooted by with her “pretend” cowboy. “It’s your choice.”

  When Lyssa leaned back wearing her best school teacher expression, Scarlet knew a lecture was coming. “I see it like this. You’re like a big old mean bull named Intimidator.”

  Scarlet groaned.

  “Now every hot cowboy worth his salt wants to ride Intimidator into the bed sheets…um…dirt. But they all know this bull is a scary creature. They want to give old Intimidator a ride but they’re afraid of getti
ng bucked to their asses in the dust. See? That’s you. Intimidator.”

  She wanted to argue with Lyssa’s assessment but she couldn’t. Men had always been just a little terrified of her. It took a truly confident man to approach her and she was honest enough to admit it.

  Suddenly, she’d had enough. Damn it, she wanted to dance and out of all these hot guys, only one had approached her.

  It was time to pull out all the stops and take what she wanted. Narrowing her eyes, she lounged back in her chair and sent her gaze skimming across the room. Man, there were some downright gorgeous guys here tonight.

  Suddenly she stilled. Every nerve in her body started to twitch as lust dug through her belly like a pair of steel spurs. Leaning against the bar at the far side of the room was the sex god of every ride ‘em cowboy fantasy she’d ever had.

  He was looking straight at her.

  Hot damn!

  Double hot damn!

  Tall and lean, the man was roughly handsome with those broad shoulders and slim hips. Yum-my! A battered black cowboy hat was worn low over his forehead but she caught a glimpse of chestnut hair spilling across his brow. His jeans looked worn and touchable and his black western cut shirt settled against his muscular chest like a dream. Scarlet wanted to grip the front of that shirt. One good yank would have those tiny pearl snaps giving way like a slow sexy song.

  Lifting a long neck to full sculpted lips, he took a quick sip, while keeping eye contact and then lowered the bottle to dangle loosely from a big, bronzed hand.

  Scarlet swallowed. Oh, yeah. A real rough and ready cowboy.

  “Go get him, sex goddess!” Lyssa whispered. “He’s primed, ready and willing to tackle The Intimidator. Ask him. Hell, you’re a modern woman. Take what you want.”

  “You are the devil whispering in my ear. Damn you to hell. Go home, Satan, get thee gone.”

  Lyssa laughed as Scarlet knew she would. Her friend settled a hand on hers and leaned close. Her smiled turned wicked. “Dare you.”

  Bolstering her courage, Scarlet stood and scowled down at Lyssa. “Done. You buy the next round.”

  When she turned into the crowd, it was like a parting of the Red Sea. Was Lyssa right? Was she really The Intimidator? Every eye seemed to take her in from top to toe and she suddenly wondered if the little blue t-shirt she wore flashed too much skin between its hem and the low slung waist of her jeans. Women’s eyes narrowed. Male glances took her in with a look of awestruck wonder.

  “Holy shit!”

  “Hey there, honey. Wanna dance?”

  “Lookee there.”

  Scarlet cringed slightly but gathered her fortitude as she waded through the throng. Holding her head high, she zig-zagged through the clusters of partiers. The cowboy still watched her and she focused, zeroed in on him, as she moved forward. Men were thick at the bar and she could see their hazy reflections in the mirror hanging just behind the busy bartenders manning the place. No more than six paces away someone grabbed her butt.

  Spinning around, she felt her long hair fly out then settle around her shoulders. “Hey!”

  The drunken toad who actually looked like a toad grinned as his sidekicks hooted.

  “Do it again, buddy, and you’ll lose that arm.”

  A low, deep voice from behind her caused heat to shoot through her blood. She stiffened.

  The butt-grabber’s eyes went wide as he looked over Scarlet’s shoulder. “Hey, now. I’m just funnin’.”

  “Take it off to someone who’s interested,” he said. “You’re not in this lady’s league.”

  “S’pose you’re in her league?” Toad backed away a little as he got mouthy.

  “Maybe. Maybe not. That’s up to her. Now get your ass on outta here, fella. Scoot.”

  Toad scooted and disappeared into the crowd.

  Scarlet turned to greet her rescuer.

  Holy cow! He looked even better up close.

  He had Jack Daniels eyes. Whiskey colored, hot, and aged to perfection. A man, not a boy. Dark lashes framed those penetrating eyes and Scarlet’s breath caught in her throat. He had a tiny bump on the bridge of his great looking nose. Probably broke it when he was thrown from the back of a mean bull that might’ve been named Intimidator. She wanted to reach out and run her finger over that attractive bump. In an attempt to hide the quick flash of desire, she faked an air of bravado. “Good to see chivalry isn’t dead, cowboy.”

  “Not where I come from.” He lifted a hand and one of the bartenders sidled up. “A drink for the lady.”

  Scarlet placed her order and moved closer to the bar. “Thanks. So where you from?”

  He shrugged as he paid the bartender for her drink. “South of here but I move around a lot.”

  “Guess you’re in town for the rodeo. Are you entered?”

  “Yep.”

  “Man of few words, too.”

  A smile twitched at those scrumptious lips. “Usually.” She noted the brackets around the sides of his mouth, the faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. He lived in the sun and he either scowled fiercely or smiled frequently. Hard to tell which.

  Fierce, she decided. He was a fierce man but capable of laughter. The most appealing man she’d ever met.

  Scarlet went silent as his scent stole her voice. Man, he smelled good. Subtle with just a hint of something clean and citrusy. Tart enough to make her mouth water. She took a sip of beer to hide her reaction.

  One dance, she vowed. Only one. This temporary man was dangerous to her state of mind. Why had she listened to Lyssa and given in to temptation this way? She swallowed and forced herself to meet his penetrating gaze.

  “This your first time here? Our town’s pretty small. I’d remember you.”

  “Yeah. Nash Logan.”

  “Scarlet Ballew. Welcome to Sweetridge.”

  Mustering her courage, she tilted her chin and held out a hand to two hundred pounds of trouble.

  She was one hundred and fifteen pounds of trouble.

  Nash gripped her slender hand, noting its warmth, and met her big-eyed gaze as steadily as possible considering the heavy weight growing behind the fly of his jeans.

  With the start of the competition tomorrow, he hadn’t planned to stay long in the local hot spot. He’d been restless, edgy, and damn it—lonely for the warmth of others. One beer, maybe two, and he’d head on back to his hotel.

  The Hot Damn Saloon was a honky-tonk just like a million other watering holes he’d visited over the years. This one sported red hot neon flames over the front door and the packed parking lot advertised this as the place he might be looking for.

  Now he could clearly admit that what he was really looking for was standing right in front of him, studying him warily with those big green cat eyes.

  She practically oozed sex appeal. Her hair was inky black and silky, running to just beyond her shoulder blades, her face was a perfect ivory oval frame for those heavily-lashed, slanted eyes and lush lips.

  Damn.

  What was a beauty like her doing in a one-horse, shit-hole town like Sweetridge?

  Pretty Miss Ballew looked like she belonged on the cover of a men’s magazine with those breasts and hips and the hug-me-close long legs. But it was her walk that fairly screamed sex appeal. Slow and sultry, with a loose jointed stride, she moved like a woman confident in her power over the opposite sex. He’d never seen anyone like her, at least, not in person.

  “Nice to meet you, Scarlet Ballew.”

  Her gaze chased away as she took up her drink from the bar giving him a good look at her profile and he shifted to lean both forearms on the bar. “So why isn’t a beautiful woman like you out there dancing? I saw you sitting with your friends, tapping that boot like crazy.”

  Turning her head, she gave him a secretive smile. “Maybe I was just waiting for you to ask.”

  Sassy. Nash decided he liked that. A lot.

  “Consider yourself asked.” He set his empty on the bar and drew her close to his side and they w
eaved their way to the over-sized dance floor where couples were two-stepping to Miranda Lambert. As the music blasted around them, Nash took her hand and reached down to settle his fingers over the slender dip of her waist. Then she looked him dead in the eye and slipped a thumb into his belt loop. Scarlet flashed a white smile that stopped his breath.

  Helpless to do otherwise, he returned the gesture as they moved over the sawdust covered floor.

  Could the woman ever dance, he thought as they toed and glided to the raucous beat. If the animated expression on her face was an indicator, she loved every minute of it.

  A cute, sweet-looking blonde danced by and Scarlet called out. “Hey, Patti-Pie!”

  “Got you one!” the friend replied with a wink.

  “What’s that mean?”

  Scarlet zeroed in on him again. “Nothing much. My friends think I need to hunt down a man to make me forget my troubles.”

  “Is that what you’re doing tonight? Hunting for a man?”

  She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Are you kiddin’ me? A man is the last thing I need. I just want to dance.”

  Nash spun her around quickly and her eyes squinted with laughter. “I aim to please, ma’am.”

  “Oh, you do, do you? Then keep it up, cowboy. Let’s have some fun.”

  Her husky voice, filled with humor, sent desire whipping through him. He squeezed his hand along the firm flesh of her waist and wanted to kiss that smiling mouth so badly he ached.

  Nash suspected her idea of fun was a mite different from his. Oh yeah. He wanted her naked and lush beneath him on the nearest bed. He wanted to hear that sweet, husky voice call his name when she came apart in his arms.

  But Nash had a personal rule that he wasn’t about to break. Not even for Scarlet Ballew.

  He didn’t do one night stands with the locals.

  Nash knew sure as spit that if he did, he’d land himself in hot water again. Once burned was enough for this cowboy. He’d move on to another rodeo locale and she’d stay right here where she belonged.