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Josh frowned. She had a weird sense of humor.
“I never know what you’re going to do or say. One minute you’re dancing on the
bar and the next you’re feeding me.”
“Hey, the man dared me. Plus, I believe in the
barter system – trading something you have of value for something someone else
has that you want. The dance earned me the right to milk a cow for the first
time. Last week I sang with the band on a dare and earned myself a ride on a
Segway. The week before that I helped a guy train his dog for some fresh
vegetables.”
He shook his head, then realized she couldn’t
see him doing it. “You’re something else. I wish I had something to trade so
you’d cook for me every once in a while.”
They did say the way to a man’s heart was
through his stomach, but Emma wasn’t under any illusions that she stood a
chance of winning his heart or even catching his attention. He’d been kind to
her and she wanted to be kind to him. “You don’t have to trade anything, I love
to cook and I always cook too much. I can have a plate waiting for you any
night you say.”
Josh was taken aback, watching her fill
another mug from the tap. Instead of putting her finger over the edge to
monitor how close to full it was, she seemed to be testing the weight.
“I don’t know…”
He didn’t get to finish before Isaac’s voice
sounded over the loudspeaker. “It’s time, ladies.”
“Oh, no.” Josh said. “Here we go. I guess I’d
better go get into position.”
“Oh, you’ll do great.” Emma encouraged him as
he went to join the other men. He might do fine, but she didn’t know about
herself. She hated the idea of another woman gaining his attention. Which was
stupid. From what she’d learned, women flocked to Josh in droves.
Isaac continued. “To my left, lined up against
the wall and ready to parade in front of the bar are a dozen…count ‘em…a dozen
of Kerrville’s…”
There was a slight pause and Emma wondered
what was happening, but in the next heartbeat Avery started speaking.
“Give me that microphone, Badass. Only a woman
can do this special moment justice.”
Isaac barked out a laugh and there was the
distinct noise of a kiss being shared.
“As my handsome husband was saying, we have a
dozen of Kerrville’s handsomest hunks ready to strut their stuff for you. Noah
McCoy, my smart brother-in-law will be in charge of the money and my
sister-in-law, Jessie, is going to be our auctioneer. The rules are simple,
raise your hand, wait to be called upon and give your bid. Jessie will give you
all the information on each gentleman so you can make an…shall we say…informed
decision. “Avery ended her speech with a flourish. “So…if our band would give
us some Chippendale-worthy background music, we’ll begin.”
At her cue, the band cranked up and a
countrified burlesque tune filled the air. Emma would’ve given her eyeteeth and
a year or two off of her life to have been able to see what was going on.
Josh would’ve given his eyeteeth and left nut
to be anywhere else. He was last in line, bringing up the rear on a pair of
crutches. His knee wasn’t paining him too much, but he was beginning to itch a
little. As he scanned the crowd, he felt like he was looking at a school of
toothy hungry sharks. There was no question he liked women, and hooking up with
them was a joy he never wanted to give up. Right now, however, he sorta felt like
bait.
One thing he never gave up was control. He
might not be a Dom like Isaac, but he needed to be in charge. As the seconds
passed and the first poor schmuck was introduced and the bidding began, he felt
that much cherished control begin to slip through his fingers.
“Second up, ladies, for you ogling enjoyment
is Denver Bolden. He’s a sexy cowboy who works at Tebow. Just imagine him going
for a ride without a shirt. Denver has made plans for dinner and dancing on one
of the most romantic rooftop clubs in downtown Austin.”
The women tittered and Josh moaned. The guy in
front of him snickered and punched the man ahead of him, pointing to the bevy
of women who were sending obvious sexual signals their way.
At the bar, Doris walked up to Emma. “I swear I
have never seen so many good-looking men in such a small place before.”
Emma sighed. “Care to give me a running
commentary?”
“Ha!” Doris laughed. “That I can do. Well…” As
the music played and the money flew, Doris kept Emma entertained with a blow by
blow description of every man who was put on the auction block. “You ought to
see this one, Emma. Oh, my land-sakes-a-Goshen, his muscles have muscles.”
“Yes, ladies, up next is Canyon Brady. His
plans for an evening together is a hot-air balloon ride over Lake Travis and a
romantic evening at a Tuscan vineyard. He is our town blacksmith and
lord-have-mercy he’s built like one. Wouldn’t you just love to see him
glistening with sweat after swinging a big hammer…”
At Jessie’s description, Emma burst out
laughing. She might not be able to witness this spectacle with her eyes, but
her imagination was working overtime.
“I don’t know about you, but I need something
cold to drink. I seem to be getting a little overheated,” Doris confided as she
slipped both of them a beer. “Here, on me.”
“Thanks.” Emma took a swig, listening as the
bidding went well over a thousand dollars. “I wonder if he’s going to be worth
the price.”
“I don’t know,” Doris whispered, “but I sure
would love to shake him down to see.”
“Who’s next?” Emma asked, not wanting to just
come out and inquire about Josh. Earlier, she’d entertained the idea of putting
in a bid herself. After some debate, she’d talked herself out of it. Dare or no
dare, she hated to think her first date would be one she had to buy.
“I don’t know his name, girl, but he is red
hot.”
“Our next bachelor is Devon Lancaster, another
Tebow cowboy. And don’t tell my husband I told you this.” Jessie winked at
Jacob who was sitting at a table right in front of her. “But I have seen this
man use a rope. And ladies…you are going to beg him to tie you to the bedposts.
He’s offering an evening of dancing on 6th Street and dinner on a
riverboat sailing down Lake Austin.”
“Oh, my goodness!” Emma giggled. “Jessie is as
bad as Avery. What is it about these McCoy women?”
“I can tell you what it is.” Doris leaned in
to confide. “They’re all rode hard and put up well-satisfied, that’s what.”
Emma blushed at the thought. After Devon went
for twelve hundred, Emma was trying to mentally calculate how many were left.
“Was that the last one?”
“No, Mr. Rodeo Romeo himself is coming this
way. You ought to see him, Emma. Josh Long is dressed in all-black. The man is
fallen angel handsome. His shoulders are wide, his eyes are dreamy and if you
don’t bid on him, I will.”
Inside of her chest, her heart was beating a
rat-a-tat rhythm, her palms were sweating and Emma felt like she might jump out
of her skin. Just the thought of spending time with a man like Josh made her
dizzy.
“Now, the man you’ve all been waiting for
ladies…” Jessie’s voice rang out. “Mr. Joshua Long, cowboy extraordinaire. The
date he’s planned is a romantic one, watching the sunset together, then a
horseback ride in the moonlight and a picnic on our own Guadalupe River.
Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
Before Jessie even called for bids, a
multitude of voices rose, shouting numbers at Jessie. “Order, order please.”
She banged the little gavel in her hand and looked toward her husband for help.
Josh watched all of this, his mood varying between fascination at the array of
females all clamoring to be with him and a slight feeling of panic. “Lord have
mercy,” he whispered.
Emma was very conscious that he was standing
right in front of her about to step up for his turn.
“You’re about to twist that dishrag in two,”
Doris quipped under her breath.
“Sorry.” She laid it down.
“Step-up, Joshua Long and let the women get a
good look at you.” Jessie directed to the squeals of the crowd.
“Bid, Emma!” Doris elbowed her to Emma’s
chagrin.
Josh heard the bar manager addressing Emma.
“That’s right, Miss Emma, save me,” he whispered loudly.
“A thousand!” one voice cried out.
“Twelve hundred!” another yelled.
“Fifteen hundred!” came yet another bid from
the back.
Jessie was repeating the bids, the numbers
piling higher and higher.
“Eighteen hundred!” A woman enthusiastically
screamed while standing on a chair. Josh’s eyes widened, amazed at the frenzy.
“Eighteen hundred!” Jessie repeated.
“Nineteen hundred!”
“Two thousand!”
Another voice rang out. “Twenty-two hundred
from me and my twin. We want a mĂ©nage!”
Josh coughed, choking down a laugh as he
caught Isaac’s eye who was watching the process with amusement.
“All right!” Jessie cheered enthusiastically.
“Twenty-two hundred? Any more bids? Going once…going twice…”
Emma was on her tiptoes, every nerve
straining. She knew Josh had been teasing, but a feeling was rising within her
that this was it – this was her chance. Josh Long was the first man that she’d
ever felt a connection to, a drawing, like maybe when he looked at her, he saw
more than just a blind woman. Yea, it was a lot of money, but for a good cause.
People might suspect she was buying a date because she couldn’t get one
otherwise. But what the heck, there was one thing she’d learned in her life, if
you didn’t go after what you wanted, you didn’t have a chance in hell of
getting it.
Do it,
Emma, I dare you.
Emma smiled. She didn’t know if that thought
had originated in her heart or in her mind – all she knew was that she was
going for it.
Doing a quick mental review of her bank
account, she took a deep breath and shouted.
“Two thousand five hundred!”
“Sold!” Jessie declared with a quick strike of
her gavel. “Miss Emmalyn Zachary just bought herself a man!”
About the Author:
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today
bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary
stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set
in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to
read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales
where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that
will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a
reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs.
Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one
ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and
battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting
proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha
heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her
heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and
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