Texas Maverick (Texas Heroes)
Maverick Cross is a Texas hero, not the
flashy kind, he's a war veteran who served his country overseas and now serves
it at home as an Austin firefighter. To look at him, and women love to look,
he's a ripped athlete who takes care of himself and has it all together.
Only his next door neighbor knows the truth; Maverick suffers from PTSD.
Everly Winterfell is almost invisible, blending into the crowd is fine by her. She's a hero too, not the kind who wears a cape, but the kind who isn't afraid to dig for the truth and expose it for all to see. Everly's alter ego is Eve Winters, an award winning journalist who doesn't seek the limelight, she's content with writing stories that change people's lives without drawing any attention to herself.
Nothing much escapes Everly, she has a talent for seeing beneath the surface, reading people for who they really are. From her vantage point in Apartment #701, she has learned that the occupant in #702 is lonely. He has a habit of pushing people away before they can get too close, especially women. Maverick can offer a woman great sex, Everly can vouch for that fact. The walls are thin between #701 and #702 and many nights she has lain there wishing she was on the receiving end of his attention. He's intrigued by his odd little neighbor, who seems to want to be his wingman and he has no idea that her ulterior motive is to be his friend. After some negotiations, they strike a deal - she'll find him women who know the score, who won't expect more than he can give, and in return he'll see if he can advise her on how to attract a man for herself. To facilitate their odd arrangement, they install a chalkboard on the narrow wall separating their front doors, leaving messages about their shared adventures.
The more time they spend together, the less important finding dates for the other becomes. Everly and Maverick discover they share a chemistry that’s off the charts, they can’t keep their hands off one another. There’s only one problem – Maverick has no idea Everly is his secret obsession, Eve Winters. Sometimes what we need is right in front of our face. Sometimes what we’re looking for is right next door...
**CONTENT WARNING: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for ages 18+ ONLY**
Only his next door neighbor knows the truth; Maverick suffers from PTSD.
Everly Winterfell is almost invisible, blending into the crowd is fine by her. She's a hero too, not the kind who wears a cape, but the kind who isn't afraid to dig for the truth and expose it for all to see. Everly's alter ego is Eve Winters, an award winning journalist who doesn't seek the limelight, she's content with writing stories that change people's lives without drawing any attention to herself.
Nothing much escapes Everly, she has a talent for seeing beneath the surface, reading people for who they really are. From her vantage point in Apartment #701, she has learned that the occupant in #702 is lonely. He has a habit of pushing people away before they can get too close, especially women. Maverick can offer a woman great sex, Everly can vouch for that fact. The walls are thin between #701 and #702 and many nights she has lain there wishing she was on the receiving end of his attention. He's intrigued by his odd little neighbor, who seems to want to be his wingman and he has no idea that her ulterior motive is to be his friend. After some negotiations, they strike a deal - she'll find him women who know the score, who won't expect more than he can give, and in return he'll see if he can advise her on how to attract a man for herself. To facilitate their odd arrangement, they install a chalkboard on the narrow wall separating their front doors, leaving messages about their shared adventures.
The more time they spend together, the less important finding dates for the other becomes. Everly and Maverick discover they share a chemistry that’s off the charts, they can’t keep their hands off one another. There’s only one problem – Maverick has no idea Everly is his secret obsession, Eve Winters. Sometimes what we need is right in front of our face. Sometimes what we’re looking for is right next door...
**CONTENT WARNING: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for ages 18+ ONLY**
EXCERPT
“Maverick,
it’s me. Everly.”
He opened his eyes expecting to see flashes of
gunfire and explosions from IED’s. Instead, he looked into delicate features,
eyes warm with concern. “Everly?”
“You
were dreaming,” she whispered.
Fuck,
he was dreaming now. “What are you doing here?”
She
kept her hand on Maverick, seeking to soothe him. “I heard you through the
wall.” Standing up, she stood next to the bed. “Do you want some water before I
go?”
“Did I
hurt you?” He grabbed her hand, pulling her back down to sit on the bed.
She
twined her fingers with his. “No, of course not.”
“Don’t
go.” His hand came up to weave itself in her hair. “Where’s the whale spout,
Tink?”
“What
are you doing?” she whispered as his other hand skimmed up under her shirt,
caressing the soft skin of her back.
“I
need you,” he pulled her head down until their lips met.
Now
Everly thought she was the one who must be dreaming. Could this be real? His
mouth moved on hers, a gentle graze that made it hard to breathe. She wanted to
kiss him back so badly she could die.
“Open.”
His
demand made every nerve ending in her body spark to life. There was no way on
God’s green earth she could resist this man, she wanted him too much.
Tentatively, she responded to his strength, his passion. Parting her lips, she
touched the tip of her tongue to his and he groaned, pulling her to the bed
beside him. Everly’s blood raced through her veins. She craved him – she craved
his touch and she craved to touch him. Clutching his shoulders, she began to
kiss him back with desperate intensity.
Her
surrender seemed to free something within him. Maverick began to devour her
lips and she trembled as his big hands roamed all over her body. Never had she
been kissed this way. His mouth on hers was the single most wonderful thing that
had ever happened to her.
A haze
of desire clouded Maverick’s brain. Her body was soft and warm as his mouth
blazed a trail across her face and down her throat. When his lips brushed the
pulse point that betrayed her excitement, he knew he wanted more. Feeling the
evidence of her surrender beating against his lips sent a hot rush of hunger to
his cock.
“You
feel so good, baby.” Returning his mouth to hers, he kissed her as his hand
found her breast underneath her shirt. Cupping the small mound, he pulled and
tweaked the nipple until she shivered in his arms. When he removed his hand,
she whimpered her disappointment until his teasing touch edged up her thigh.
“Maverick?”
“Shhhh,
this dream is so much better than the one I just left.” Waking up wasn’t an
option. He wanted this, he needed this. The fire between them was so unexpected
he was shaking from it. His fingers were hovering very near paradise. He could
already feel her heat. “Do you want me?” Please, God, say yes.
“Oh,
yes, I want you.”
Maverick
tried to catch his breath. “Take this off.” He tugged on her shirt.
Everly
sat up, glancing around the room, then at him. There wasn’t a lot of light in
the room, but he’d be able to see her well enough. “Are you sure?”
“Now.”
She
was of the firm opinion that she looked better clothed than naked, but his
insistence pushed her doubts away. Skimming the shirt over her head, one hand instinctively
came up to cover her breasts.
“Don’t.
I need this,” he muttered, grasping the offending arm blocking his view and
pushing it over her head. In the dim light, his eyes focused on her breasts.
Bending his head, he brushed his face against their soft swell, letting his
lips rub over them. The woman was petal soft all over.
Her
breasts swelled at his touch, she couldn’t believe this was happening. Her
voice caught in her throat, but she managed to speak. “Maverick?”
“Hush.”
He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, his mouth crashing into hers, kissing Everly
until she had no breath left.
Everly
thought she would swoon. Her whole body lifted to his as he stroked and teased
her breasts. She was shaking with need when his mouth finally closed over the
aching peak, sucking the tender bud between his lips, grazing it lightly with
his teeth. With a moan, she clutched his shoulders even as he passed a soothing
lick over the sensitive spot.
Maverick
was consumed with desire. He wanted all of her. Bare breasts. Swollen lips. She
was amazing and totally at his mercy. With unsteady hands, he covered her tits
– cupping, kneading, relishing their weight and warmth. “Feel good?”
“Oh,
yes,” she moaned, arching her back.
This
was a fantasy, it had to be. His blood pounded through his head making him
dizzy as he felt her gasp when he closed his lips around her, taking as much of
her delectable tit into his mouth as he could. Her hands clasped his head, she
begged for more and Maverick thought he would cum on the sheets if he didn’t
get inside of her soon.
“I
can’t wait,” he murmured, rising into position over her. The lights from
outside filtered through the drapes and he could see her face with her heart in
her eyes.
“Don’t
wait.” Maverick couldn’t misinterpret the invitation when she shed a tiny pair
of panties, then wrapped her legs around his hips. “I want you so much. Just
remember, I’m not too good at this.”
“Experience
not required.” Running a hand between them, he made sure she was wet. Oh, hell
yeah. She was ready and he was trembling, burning and aching to bury himself
deep inside of her. Going to his knees, he took himself in hand, gliding the
head of his cock through the slick heat of her pussy. Maverick held himself
steady, muscles quivering, as he pressed into her, working himself in inch by
inch. She was small and tight. His eyes crossed from the pleasure. “Okay?”
“I’m
good.”
Yes,
she was. Her little body seemed to grasp onto his greedily, as he pulled out,
then slid all the way back in. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, holding himself stiff. Supporting
his weight by his arms, he gave himself time to get a grip. Beneath him, she
wasn’t still. She held onto him tightly, urging him to move. And when he did –
rocking, pumping – bucking his hips, the pleasure on her face was the biggest
aphrodisiac of all. This was so good. He wanted it to last as long as possible.
But
his body had other ideas.
Once
he got started, he couldn’t stop or slow down. Maverick was helpless in the
grip of ecstasy. He thrust deep, pumping harder, faster until she cried out,
bowing her back and quivering in his arms. He was powerless but to follow,
completely lost in the wonder of his midnight dream.
After
he’d cum, Maverick pulled her into his embrace, the act of release seeming to
give him peace. Everly held him close, marveling at what had transpired. A
small smile played on her lips. Tingles of elation mixed with shivers of
remorse. He’d been in the throes of a nightmare when she’d come to his bed,
offering him comfort. Oh, he’d taken it all right. The only problem was that
Everly wasn’t sure this was something he’d have done in any other circumstance.
Easing
out from under him, she made a grab for her shirt, pulling it over her head.
When he didn’t move, she felt around in the bed for her panties, but found
nothing. “Dang it,” she whispered, then froze when he moved again, his hand
running over the covers. Was he looking for her?
No
matter, he wouldn’t find her.
Coward
that she was, Everly Winterfell backed out of Maverick’s room and retreated to
the safety of her own apartment.
The
cold light of day would tell the tale. If what they’d done together meant
something to him, he’d let her know.
And if
it didn’t….
Well,
she’d deal with that when the time came.
About the Authors:
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 holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.
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