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.”