There are Secrets to Tell…Ones that Can Destroy

I’m still in the process of trying to get all the books that were previously pulled from Rebel Ink Press’ lineup. This one is being restyled a bit. I have a love of what some would call cowboy country. I love the thought of living on a ranch, riding horses, having families that come together for festive events. I also love intrigue and this one has a bit of everything including murder. When you couple with a secret love between our heroes and finding the perfect third – well, you might just have an explosive piece on your hands. Literally. Hint… Hint… Coming this week.


“Come on handsome cowboy. Give me all you got.” Julia had his number – all cowboy in chairstudly, blond and extremely desirable. The way he rode a horse was so… She hissed because she couldn’t deny her thoughts or her lusting desires. The gorgeous man was every girl’s fantasy wrapped up in a lean package of all cowboy and more than a bit wild and wooly. Without a doubt Julia could picture herself under his carved body as he thrust his cock into her pussy while she wrapped her long legs around his waist. “Stop it! Let me get close to you guy and show you who’s boss.” She had several reasons to hate the man including the fact Tray Masters was on the most wanted list for killing innocent animals for money. He and other ranchers in Colorado were finally selling their souls to the devil developing large-scale commercial and vacation spots in the desert at the price of slaughtering helpless cattle.

Julia Barnes, wildlife photographer, animal rights advocate and hater of losers and cowards was determined to be his demise — wealthy as hell or not. The article would blow to door off the hinges of their operation. Thank God she had a publisher who was behind her all the way. Julia was damn close to breaking the entire thing wide open and while she needed to calm down and remember that very detail, it was tough. Horrible visions of the dead animals floated to the surface of her mind and she loathed him even more.

While covering her tracks and working on an expose of the entire ranching scheme, she’d managed to see Tray’s poor driving skills almost every day slamming her in the face. The guy lived on a huge cattle ranch just close enough to her tiny house so that he was able to wreck her nerves just about every time she drove. If she’d been a different kind of person she might have followed him and cussed him out, or worse. Unfortunately she’d allowed her ridiculous infatuation with him to stymie her usual ballsy behavior.

However today he’d just pissed her off to the point of zero return. Maybe her nerves were finally frazzled. Hissing, she gunned the engine of her red dodge Ram, determined to catch up with him. There was no doubt she knew her Hemi could catch him. He wasn’t hard to see. That was for damn sure. He had a supped up midnight black 4 x 4 Black dodge Ram of his own with glistening sterling wheels and a rebel flag in the back window. All he needed was a gun rack, a few Budweiser cans floating on the floor and a cage for the coon dog. Then he’d be a glorious redneck. Cowboys. She was sick of the lot of them. Nibbling on her lower lip Julia swore to herself. Okay, so she drove a pickup truck too but living in the country and having one especially as a single woman was a good idea. Damn good in her opinion and an absolute necessity.

So many vile thoughts raced in the back of her mind. As she laughed she turned up the satellite radio. A little eighties music always put her in the mood for so many things. She snarled as Tray dodged and weaved around a beat up Pontiac grand prix and a sleek Toyota with a slight skid. How long had she resisted the urge to follow and confront him? Too God damned long. So she made that are-you-crazier-than-a-loon decision and followed him. At speeds exceeding the rural limit, Julia raced down the four-lane highway toward the country roads near the glorious mountains. Along the way the traffic thinned out and she almost lost her nerve. Damn it! Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of his truck and Tray started weaving in and out of the traffic, revving the engine. There was no doubt he knew she was behind him, chasing him. His blatant actions just pissed her off even more.

cowboy love 3“Bastard!” Here it was a gorgeous day and she was messing with the enemy. Was she out of her mind? She was supposed to be going to the store, purchasing a new outfit for the party tonight and getting housework finished so she didn’t feel guilty. Instead, she was floating around after a lunatic in a pick me up truck wasting time. But the wretched need to take him down burned within her.

Tray was obviously toying with her when he could tell he was being followed. He sped up and slowed down to allow her to catch up with him. “Damn it all to hell,” she growled and checked the side mirrors. The jiggle of the air fresher caught her attention. “Yeah, I know. Slow the hell down.” Sighing, Julia knew she was never good at taking advice and especially not her own. It was the pot calling the kettle black. So she followed him further into the countryside as he turned onto several side roads, dodging and weaving, gunning and revving — and she imagined him laughing hysterically. The biting thought boiled her already over heated blood. What she would do to the jerk when she got her slender hands around his neck. He’d be calling for the paramedics.

Cursing at the intrusion, Julia was forced to slow down and almost completely stop for a crossing tractor, guiding his wide body into the lane, She nearly lost sight of Tray’s truck until she saw the splash of dust up ahead on her right. Turning quickly onto a street the back tires spun out. She gunned the engine again until she saw his truck crossed sideways across the road dead in front of her. The man, her nemesis, was standing with his arms folded glaring, waiting for her arrival. As he baited her Tray stood, a mischievous grin crossing his face.


Her reactions almost not quick enough to stop the impending accident, Julia slammed on the brakes and the truck spun toward the ditch. Just missing it by a hare’s breath she jerked the truck to a stop and cursed out loud. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” She didn’t need any more crap in her life. As dust flew around the cab of the truck she couldn’t see a damn thing but puffs of red clay and shadows. But she heard a noise and knew instantly as her door was jerked open.

Just then large rough hands yanked her out of the truck. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little lady? You nuts or something?” His voice was deep and surly but a hint of gloating was evident in his weathered smile and muffled chuckle. A slight imposed snarl curled on his lips as he continued to shake his head.

Dear God his body screamed all male and a sensuous one at that. Grimacing, the feel of her nipples scraping against her lace bra sent a series of shivers down her spine. “Me? You jerk! You’re the one who’s crazy you little creep!” She struggled to free herself and stamped her feet. Her jerking motions threw her hard against the side of her truck.

Sighing, Tray let her go but continued gazing at her, shaking his head. He took off his sunglasses, shoving them in his shirt pocket. “Women.”

Defiant, Julia brushed her hands through her hair and faced him. Oh my God. Instantly turned on as hell she gasped as her legs trembled threatening to give her shameless thoughts away. Julia was in some serious trouble. Staring back at her was the most gorgeous pair of ice blue eyes she’d ever seen. Golden long blond locks pulled back into a loose ponytail and a chiseled chin with at least a three-day stubble completed his perfect face. Tray Masters took sexy to an extreme. His luscious full lips were begging to be kissed. Whewy! Instantly her blood boiled for a completely different reason as moisture slickened her tiny lace thong. There was no doubt her feminine scent threatened to give her raging desire away. She struggled to keep from flailing against the side of the truck. No, she didn’t need any additional ammunition to look positively ridiculous. Boy, she knew one thing. She’d never had this kind of reaction to man or beast and definitely not to an over confident cowboy who had a God complex.

Tray gave her a once over, his eyes sweeping down the length of her before gazing back into her eyes. “You didn’t answer the question.”

And she wasn’t prepared to yet. Unable to look away Julia swallowed hard. They were so at an impasse.

“Cat got your tongue?” Taller than her by at least a head, he stood now grinning as he chuckled.

Dressed in tight faded back jeans and red tee shirt that was molded against his torso so completely she could have read a book on his six pack abs, Julia couldn’t figure out what to say. Stealing a glance up and down she shivered. Long legs and black cowboy boots completed the ensemble. Whew. Tray Masters was gorgeous with a capital ‘G’. She imagined his hands caressing her breasts, tickling her nipples as he bent and swept his hair across her neck. She blinked once, twice and fought Backlash_LargeResCover-smallthe urge to kiss him.

Lord God above she’d died and gone to heaven or hell depending. As an overheated flush rose from the very core of her belly to the cheeks of her face, her aching pussy was giving her not so subtle hints. She groaned inwardly cursing the huge part of her body that hungered for him.


Cowboy country in Colorado was incredible, the people and picturesque countryside pristine. While Julia Barnes loved her new home, she had a job to do and one that would expose several prominent members of the protected ranching community. Several of the ranchers were selling their souls to the devil and allowing their cattle to be slaughtered for scientific experiments. And the monsters hid behind their laurels. She was incensed and her detailed expose would surely stop the horrendous actions. Meeting the main suspect wasn’t what she’d expected. When she and the infamous Tray Masters had an intimate moment, Julia was furious – with herself. Tray was the enemy, the very kind of man she’d been fighting against her entire career.

Unfortunately someone wanted Julia dead. Threats of extreme violence had been coming for weeks. When they escalated to the point she was forced to turn to her sworn enemy for help, she was left rattled. What neither of them knew was that there was a master plan in the making and one they had no control over. With the help of Tray’s best friend and the local lawman in town, Steven Sanders, they were able to slip into hiding. What she’d soon learn was that both men held a dark secret, one that threatened not only their livelihood but also their very lives. The two men were lovers and discovery could ruin their lives. Amidst a backdrop of lies and deceit, Julia was faced with what would prove to be the ultimate enemy. As the three raced to find answers after finding a level of passion none of them realized, they were forced to face several ugly truths. In the end too many lives would be lost. Could they save each other or succumb to the madman who held the key to a tragic past?

I hope you enjoyed!!

Kisses and spanks…


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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