Excerpt of The Devil in Cowoby Boots by Sylvie Kaye

She spotted the dark, daring demon once again. Dressed in black, he almost blended into the night. Confident and handsome, he uncrossed his booted foot and his arms and turned to face her.

His black jeans, snug on his lean hungry hips, made her suck in her bottom lip. The man was hot. She was going to burn. Maybe get more involved than she wanted. But at the moment she didn’t care. Her feet kept stride with the thrumming music.

The honed muscles of his arms beneath the sleeves of his black shirt flexed, giving away his anticipation. She arched her brow. A hint of a smile touched her lips and her high-heeled steps quickened.

When she was in front of him, face to face, the music stopped, and her surroundings faded away. No one else in the standing-room-only club and nothing else along the bustling river existed, just her and him. Her heart hammered, her knees went weak. But she stood her ground and looked into his eyes. They weren’t black, but dark, dark brown. Liquid almost. She could drown in them.

His mouth was full, firm, sinful. And waiting.

“I’ll bet you’re one of the original sins,” she said, sure that he was.

He cracked a devilish smile. “Babe, I’m all of them.”