There’s a new gun in town! Casey’s Gunslinger is due to release March 7th. We’d love to see you at the party for Catherine Wolffe! Here’s the link:
Facebook Release Party for Casey’s Gunslinger https://www.facebook.com/events/647500848636802/
My special guest authors will be Ally Thomas of The Vampire From Hell series and Wendy Ely, author of the very steamy, Dangerous Flames, (Mafia Hearts).
Prizes will include ebooks, bookmarks, paperbacks, a Catherine Wolffe t-shirt and more!
About Casey’s Gunslinger
When Casey St. Clair returns to Tyler to locate her birth father, she seeks the help of the town’s attorney, the wickedly handsome, Charles Harrison. Abandoned as a baby by the town’s most influential man, Earl Loflin, Casey’s plan includes going to any length to shame the man who sired her. Charles sees her plan as a foolhardy attempt at revenge. He’ll do his best to protect her without resorting to the methods of his past. But when his past comes calling and Casey walks blindly into a trap, he’s the only man who can save her and any future they have together. Casey’s Gunslinger is the second book in the Loflin Legacy series. Learn more at www.catherinewolffe.com
Cutting a cool eye at him, she smiled factiously. “I got that.” Watching as his gloved hands balled into fists, Casey decided she’d hit a nerve. Well good! He had no right to treat her as if she were a silly child. “Do you always get your way, Mr. Harrison?” The guileless smirk she sent him hit another nerve. Before she could retreat, he was in front of her, snatching her close. The wry grin he offered was unsettling, to say the least, as were his hands on her arms. Her breasts through the thin linen of the borrowed shirt brushed his vest bringing her nipples to taut peeks of arousal. She understood arousal or she was learning fast. This man could teach a woman a thing or two about arousal.
“I see to it I get my way, Miss St. Clair, otherwise, I’m dead.” Flat eyes registered her reaction, which was to squirm, trying desperately to deny the moistness between her legs. What would his lips feel like on her mouth? Would his hands brand her with their heat?
Without warning, he yanked her up to her toes, covering her mouth with his. Panicked, she shoved at his chest and the solid wall of muscle. She could smell leather and citrus. The spicy flavor of his cigar still lingered on his tongue as he brushed his mouth across her lips. Nudging her to open for him, he delved inside to explore the taste of her. A low growl rose from somewhere deep in his chest. She couldn’t fathom the reason she slid her fingers up his chest to the apex of his throat and reveled in the reverberation of his pleasure in the kiss. A feeling she’d never known before. What would he do next? She wanted him to show her. Leaving her mouth, his lips traveled out, nibbling on her earlobe before trailing wet kisses down her neck. Gripping her tight, so their bodies were one, he sucked at the tender skin near her collarbone. The sensation sent the heat spiraling into her core. A soft gasp left her lips as he bit, nuzzling the tender flesh of her shoulder, marking her as his. Shoving the shirt aside, he lingered over her shoulder, groaning when she arched toward his attention. Never in her wildest dreams had she found pleasure like this. Was this what the girls at St. Clair’s meant when the talked of gaining pleasure from a man’s touch? As quickly as the assault on her passion had commenced, it ceased.