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Lang Reviews For TORRID TEASERS Volume 8 by Kate Lang No reviews posted yet. Sample Chapter For TORRID TEASERS Volume 8 by Kate Lang Cameron Slade slammed his Jeep door closed. Chunks of dried mud fell from the dented body. He couldn’t remember the last time he had washed his four-by-four, couldn’t even rightfully remember what color the thing was. He’d probably have to do that before Dee’s wedding. Damn, it was hard to believe that his little sister was getting married. Well, maybe not. Some women liked that kind of thing. Stability, order and routine. In his experience most women really got off on that. Which is why he never got serious with them. He liked women. Hell, he loved women and their bodies, especially after being in the back country for a few months with only fat, city slicking men to shoot the shit with. He loved how women smelled so good, felt so soft, and sounded so incredible when he was buried balls deep inside them. Yes, Cam thought as he ran a hand over his shaggy beard, women definitely had their redeeming qualities. Unfortunately, they also expected a man to stick around and commit. Which was a fitting way to think about it because he’d have to be fucking nuts to let himself be chained to a fickle woman. Luckily for Dee, Craig, her fiancé, didn’t share Cam’s aversion to ‘til death do us part.’ Good thing, too, or he’d have to blow the motherfucker apart with his hunting rifle. Cam slung his pack over his shoulder and stomped up the walk, leaving clumps of dirt on the walk behind him. Pretty ordered flowers lined the sidewalk, handiwork of his sister, he was sure. Which just went to prove his previous thoughts about women. Hadn’t met one who couldn’t leave well enough alone and leave things as they were. To be fair, the flowers were kind of nice but they couldn’t compare to the wild disorder of the roses, fireweed and heartleaf that surrounded his base camp. He wasn’t a real sensitive sort but when he was looking out over the upper valley at dawn, and it was just him, the mountains and a cup of coffee, he got an ache right in the vicinity of his heart. He looked up and over his childhood home. The mountains surrounded the small town of Kootenay Pass. He’d only come down from the mountains for a few hours and already he was missing them. Well, nothing he could do about it, he thought, as he climbed the porch steps to his front door. He could only pray that the next three days would pass quickly and he wouldn’t have to wear a tie. The house was musty, attesting to the fact that he hadn’t been there in over a month. He let his pack drop, kicked off his boots and proceeded to open all the windows. He was in his bedroom when a knock sounded on his door. Not in town for more than ten minutes and already people were bugging him. Civilization was damned annoying. He opened the door to find his sister on the other side of the threshold. “Oh, my God! You’re not ready!” “Hi to you too, Dee.” She grabbed his arm and started marching him to the bathroom. “You need to take a shower and shave.” “Hang on. What’s lit a fire under your ass?” “Did you forget? Of course you forgot. Dancing lessons, Cam. The whole wedding party is taking dancing lessons.” Cam stopped, ignoring his sister’s pulls and tugs. “I never said I would take dance lessons.” Dee planted her hands on her hips and craned her neck to give him a killing look. “Yes, you did. Last time you were in town I called and told you.” She very well could have. He had started to zone out when Dee started talking wedding. Colors, flowers, menus…they just didn’t seem like a big deal to Cam, but dance lessons? “I don’t dance.” “It’s my wedding, Cam. You’re the only family I have left.” Her eyes got suspiciously moist. “Daddy’s not here to dance with me for the bride’s dance with her father…I thought we could dance instead.” Shit. Emotional blackmail. Why did women always resort to that kind of thing? Why didn’t they just wind up and kick a man in the balls when they were pissed? Instead, they cried…or they just plain up and left. Cam pushed away that last thought. He sighed, knowing he was as good as dead. “When do we have to be there for these dance lessons?” Dee took a quick look at her wristwatch and flashed him a triumphant smile. “Fifteen minutes at the Legion Hall.” |