Excerpt of Tall, Tanned and Texan by Kimberly Raye

DEANIE CODGE had been waiting her entire adult life to experience really great sex.

Sex that included lots of slow, deep kisses and long, lingering touches. Sex that stole her breath away and zapped her common sense. Sex that made her toes tingle and her skin prickle and her body actually throb.

Sex that didn't involve a sleeping bag, a can of insect repellant and the bed of a beat-up pickup truck.

Now, after twenty-nine years and one too many mosquito bites, she was this close.

Deanie stowed her purse beneath the seat in front of her and her hand paused on the side pocket where she'd tucked her cell phone. She slid it free and noted the flashing message light before powering it off. She had five messages. Probably one from each of her older brothers. Or maybe they were all from Clay. He wasn't the oldest, but he was the only one who'd settled down and found the right woman. His wife, Helen, was pregnant with their first child, which was due any day now. Since Clay had taken over the family's cattle ranch — their father suffered from rheumatoid arthritis and had handed over the workload to his most responsible son and the only one who'd stuck around Romeo — he now considered himself the head of the family. While their dad spent his time playing bingo and gossiping down at the Fat Cow Diner, Clay kept track of ten thousand cattle and his baby sister. She could only imagine the fit he was throwing after discovering that she was missing in action.

Technically, she wasn't missing. She'd left a letter clearly explaining what she was doing. At the same time, while the letter was meant to inform, she knew its contents would make her overprotective brother worry that much more.

It wasn't every day that his baby sister signed up for boot camp.

A sexual boot camp, that is.

She ignored the small spiral of guilt, stowed her cell phone and fastened her seat belt. She lifted the oval window shade and stared at the hustle and bustle. Beyond the glass, she could see the white and gray building that housed the terminals for SanAntonio InternationalAirport.A cart overflowing with luggage, her new white and pink flowered canvas bags balanced on top, rolled toward the turquoise-and-white 747. The gray tunnel she'd just walked through still sat attached to the doorway of the plane. The last few passengers filed inside, twisting this way and that to make it down the narrow aisle that separated pairs of seats.

Excitement zipped up her spine and her hands trembled. This was it. The second step in transforming her ho-hum, going-absolutely-nowhere life.

The first had involved the purchase of the pair of three inch stilettos currently cutting off the blood supply to her toes and the cotton sundress that clung to her as if it were hanging on for dear life.

She drew a deep breath and tried to ignore the way her chest pressed against the low-cut halter top.

So what if it was skimpy? And pink? It was feminine. Trendy. Sexy. There would be no mistaking Deanie Codge for one of the boys in this get-up.

She looked one hundred percent female.

As for feeling like one... Okay, so it wasn't quite happening.

Yet.

Growing up the youngest of five brothers, she hadn't had much of an opportunity to explore her feminine side. Her mother had passed away right after giving birth to Deanie, and so she'd been raised by her father and brothers on a small cattle ranch in the middle of Nowhere, Texas aka Romeo.

It had been survival of the fittest in the Codge household, complete with wrestling matches to determine who used the bathroom first and shooting competitions to decide who did what chores. Being the youngest and the smallest, she'd ended up pitching hay and cleaning out stalls more times than she could count. She'd also been extremely lucky to get a full five minutes in front of the mirror every morning. Not nearly enough time to primp her way to womanhood, even if she'd wanted to. Overall, she'd grown up feeling like one of the boys.

Oddly enough, it had never really bothered her. Deanie had always been happy with herself. Content.

Until six weeks ago when Harwin Mulligan — the low-down, sneaky rat bastard — had stolen her promotion and cheated on her with Dora Mae Shriver.

She'd realized then and there that she would never be taken seriously as a mechanic. While her customers — namely the entire Senior Women's Rotary Club — trusted her with their Cadillacs and Bonnevilles, Big Daddy, the owner of Romeo's largest auto shop where she'd worked for the past ten years, obviously did not. Otherwise, he would never have left his brake specialist — aka Harwin aka the low-down, sneaky rat bastard — in charge while he raced off to Mexico on a fishing trip.

She'd known then that if Big Daddy wouldn't let her run Big Daddy's Auto & Body for a measly six week vacation, he certainly wouldn't let her take over the place when he officially retired. It didn't matter that she was the best mechanic in town or that she'd worked her way through the local junior college and earned an associates degree in business.

Her dreams of managing the auto shop and building up the business while saving to eventually buy out Big Daddy had died as fast as the old, souped up Toyota pickup she'd driven her senior year of high school. It wasn't going to happen.

Not now.

Not ever.

As had the crazy, insane notion that she was going to ever meet the man. A man who would know a few things about romance. A man who wouldn't assume she didn't give a lick about those things just because she didn't look all soft and frilly and girlie.A man who could give her the best, most amazing orgasm of her life.A man who would love her and not so much as glance at Dora Mae or any of the other hotties down at the Fat Cow Diner.

A man who would see beneath her rough-and-tough exterior to the heart and soul of the woman who lay beneath.

Yeah, right.

It seemed her overalls were made of Kryptonite because no man had ever seen beyond the surface. Except Harwin, or so she'd thought. But then he'd stolen Big Daddy's confidence and gone after someone prettier, more feminine and a zillion times better in bed.

Deanie would never forget Dora in her red thong and matching bra, a large red feather in her hand as she leaned over Harwin, who'd been spread-eagled and tied to the bed with a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs.

In her wildest dreams, Deanie could never have cooked up such a scene. A fact that spoke volumes for her sexual know-how. Or lack thereof.

Determination flowed through her. She ignored her pinched toes and the goose bumps chasing up and down her arms thanks to the revealing sundress. It was time for something drastic. A change.

An extreme makeover.

Deanie had started with the outside. She'd left her dead- end job, spruced up her blah hairstyle, revamped her vampless wardrobe.

Now she was ready to tackle the inside.

She leaned over, reached into her purse and pulled out a folded brochure.

Two weeks to a new and improved, sexier you! The main caption leaped out at her and she grasped at the hope that blossomed in her chest.

In exactly three hours, after stopping in Miami to pick up more passengers and a thirty minute layover on a neighboring island, Deanie would arrive in Eden, a small island in the heart of the Caribbean and home to Camp E.D.E.N. The honest-to-goodness sexual boot camp helped individuals nurture their sexuality. Their specialty was an intensive fourteen day training program that included everything from an anatomy class called Treasure Island 101: If You Can't Find It, You Can't Use It, to Cooking To Cuddle: The Best Aphrodisiac Foods.

By the time Deanie graduated from Camp E.D.E.N., she would be more than ready to begin a new life in Dallas, complete with an apartment in the heart of the city and a job as manager of Sweet Nothings, an upscale lingerie boutique owned by one of her mother's old high school friends. Miss MaryBelle had been surprised and happy to hear from Deanie. She and Deanie's mother had been close and so she'd been more than willing to consider Deanie's résumé.

Consider, mind you.

Miss MaryBelle was a businesswoman first and so she'd been clear about the fact that she couldn't give Deanie a job just because she and Deanie's mother had giggled about boys in the girls' bathroom all four years of high school. Business was business.

Thankfully.

Where Big Daddy had been more influenced by a set of balls — and not very big ones — rather than an associates degree, Miss MaryBelle didn't subscribe to the good ole boys' club. The old woman had been impressed enough to start Deanie off as a manager-in-training. Now it was adios to her life as a small-town mechanic and, especially, her reputation as Romeo's resident tomboy.