I am a Texan (part of my heart is in Louisiana, but that’s another story) and we are a unique people. I don’t always agree with our take on politics – I’m not a conservative – but for the most part I adore everything about being a Texan. We have huge egos and think everything is bigger and better in Texas – even our men. Our food is out of this world. Texas and Louisiana cuisine – can’t be beat. I can make a brisket that will melt in your mouth and my Tex-Mex food will make a grown man weep with happiness.
But let’s get back to the men. I tend to write about Texas good ole boys – not rednecks – never rednecks – I’m allergic to that breed. But I adore cowboys. I like the way they dress – and there is nothing sweeter than walking behind one that’s wearing a tight pair of jeans. And if he is a tad bow-legged – it just makes me smile. The best view, of course, is from the front. There is nothing on God’s green earth any prettier than a well-endowed man’s package encased in well-worn denim. Lord, it just makes my mouth water. I have a tendency to write about these types – T-R-O-U-B-L-E, Cowboy Heat, Hot on Her Trail, Her Magic Touch – and now, My Aliyah. The last – My Aliyah, Heart in Chains takes my obsession with cowboys a step farther. Ty Landon, the hero, is more than just a cowboy or a country good ole’ boy – he’s a member of that magnificent breed of men called a Texas Ranger. And I don’t mean the baseball team, either. I mean that band of brave men who defend Texas and all it stands for. To a Texan, they are our FBI, our Scotland Yard, and our Royal Canadian Mouthed Police all rolled into one. They are our Mossad – and I’ll get into that a little bit more before I’m through. Now, get Church Norris out of your mind. Instead – think a shirtless, scruffy Joe Manganiello – now that’s the image I like and the one I used for my Ranger in My Aliyah.
The Rangers have a history of bravery. “One riot, one ranger,” is a phrase made famous by Texas Ranger Captain W.J. McDonald in the early 1900’s – and one I used in my book. McDonald was called upon by a Dallas mayor to stop a forbidden
prize fight and contain an angry mob. When stepping off the train by himself, the puzzled mayor asked, “Where are the others?” McDonald replied, “Hell, ain’t I enough? There’s only one riot, isn’t there?” McDonald’s favorite trick was to play the lone hand against a mob. Time and time again he outfaced hundreds of angry people. McDonald and the other early Texas Rangers fostered the image of an icon of rugged individualism, courage, honesty and virtue to the world. And it is an image that bad men fear, children idolize and the media has fostered through movies, television, advertising, sports teams toys and games – and yes, erotic romance novels. The Ranger legacy has always been – (oh yeah ) portrayed as romantic and adventurous. We have all heard tales of the manly deeds that have built the Texas Rangers’ image and popularity. The Rangers, simply, are part of the history and mythology of the Old West.
Over the years, a distinct flavor and tradition of the Rangers has evolved. As former Captain Bob Crowder put it, “a ranger is an officer who is able to handle any given situation without definite instructions from his commanding officer, or a higher authority. This unique ability must be proven before a man can become a Ranger.” And it’s that mindset that makes the hero of My Aliyah - Ty Landon – such a loveable, arrogant, sexy asshole. Tough Tyler Landon is fit to be tied! He feels he is about to lose his man-card. After witnessing a Mexican drug lord commit a murder, Ty finds himself on the cartel’s hit list. That’s bad enough, but when he finds that the agency has assigned a female Mossad agent to protect him – he decides to seduce her into submission. Tyler is a man’s man – a Sexual Dom – a Texas Ranger who lives by that motto – One Riot – One Ranger. But when he meets Aliyah Sharon – he finds that he has met his match.
But if there is an organization more dynamic and mysteriously evocative than the Rangers – it is the Mossad. I knew a spy once – to look at him, he was an unassuming man. I guess that’s what made him so effective – he didn’t look the part. He once told me that he had been sent into a bar in London to nose around and report on a suspect. When he went – or so he said – the place was full of spies. There were CIA, FBI, M15, KGB – and yes, Mossad. But none of the other’s associated with the Mossad. My friend said they were the most ruthless, cold-blooded, blood-thirsty humans in the world. He said they could smile at you while they cut your throat and just step over you while you died. They are so well trained that they can kill in countless ways – their form of martial arts, the Krav Maga is the most deadly. They have snipers that can outsnipe anyone – in other words – they are the ultimate spy/assassins in the world. Their zeal is not only patriotism – its existing for millennia as the underdogs. They have to be more ruthless. I heard a report just this morning on MSNBC that one nation was bringing back assassination – and it was Israel. God’s chosen is in their mindset, so they just figure they have the right to do what needs to be done. The United States may negotiate – Britain may sign peace treaties – but Israel will bomb the hell out of you first, and ask questions later. So, I couldn’t resist making my heroine a member – a vulnerable one – but a beautiful version of the deadly Mossad.
The combination of these two strong people was heady. I had fun with them – they clashed – the fire they sparked off one another was incredible. I loved to show their soft sides – their hopes and fears along with their strengths. And when they decide to see who is the most talented with weapons – it’s hilarious. Their lovemaking was intense and when they fell in love – it was completely. Ty finds that he is willing to die to keep Aliyah safe and that with her is the only place he feels at home.
But let’s get back to the men. I tend to write about Texas good ole boys – not rednecks – never rednecks – I’m allergic to that breed. But I adore cowboys. I like the way they dress – and there is nothing sweeter than walking behind one that’s wearing a tight pair of jeans. And if he is a tad bow-legged – it just makes me smile. The best view, of course, is from the front. There is nothing on God’s green earth any prettier than a well-endowed man’s package encased in well-worn denim. Lord, it just makes my mouth water. I have a tendency to write about these types – T-R-O-U-B-L-E, Cowboy Heat, Hot on Her Trail, Her Magic Touch – and now, My Aliyah. The last – My Aliyah, Heart in Chains takes my obsession with cowboys a step farther. Ty Landon, the hero, is more than just a cowboy or a country good ole’ boy – he’s a member of that magnificent breed of men called a Texas Ranger. And I don’t mean the baseball team, either. I mean that band of brave men who defend Texas and all it stands for. To a Texan, they are our FBI, our Scotland Yard, and our Royal Canadian Mouthed Police all rolled into one. They are our Mossad – and I’ll get into that a little bit more before I’m through. Now, get Church Norris out of your mind. Instead – think a shirtless, scruffy Joe Manganiello – now that’s the image I like and the one I used for my Ranger in My Aliyah.
The Rangers have a history of bravery. “One riot, one ranger,” is a phrase made famous by Texas Ranger Captain W.J. McDonald in the early 1900’s – and one I used in my book. McDonald was called upon by a Dallas mayor to stop a forbidden
prize fight and contain an angry mob. When stepping off the train by himself, the puzzled mayor asked, “Where are the others?” McDonald replied, “Hell, ain’t I enough? There’s only one riot, isn’t there?” McDonald’s favorite trick was to play the lone hand against a mob. Time and time again he outfaced hundreds of angry people. McDonald and the other early Texas Rangers fostered the image of an icon of rugged individualism, courage, honesty and virtue to the world. And it is an image that bad men fear, children idolize and the media has fostered through movies, television, advertising, sports teams toys and games – and yes, erotic romance novels. The Ranger legacy has always been – (oh yeah ) portrayed as romantic and adventurous. We have all heard tales of the manly deeds that have built the Texas Rangers’ image and popularity. The Rangers, simply, are part of the history and mythology of the Old West.
Over the years, a distinct flavor and tradition of the Rangers has evolved. As former Captain Bob Crowder put it, “a ranger is an officer who is able to handle any given situation without definite instructions from his commanding officer, or a higher authority. This unique ability must be proven before a man can become a Ranger.” And it’s that mindset that makes the hero of My Aliyah - Ty Landon – such a loveable, arrogant, sexy asshole. Tough Tyler Landon is fit to be tied! He feels he is about to lose his man-card. After witnessing a Mexican drug lord commit a murder, Ty finds himself on the cartel’s hit list. That’s bad enough, but when he finds that the agency has assigned a female Mossad agent to protect him – he decides to seduce her into submission. Tyler is a man’s man – a Sexual Dom – a Texas Ranger who lives by that motto – One Riot – One Ranger. But when he meets Aliyah Sharon – he finds that he has met his match.
But if there is an organization more dynamic and mysteriously evocative than the Rangers – it is the Mossad. I knew a spy once – to look at him, he was an unassuming man. I guess that’s what made him so effective – he didn’t look the part. He once told me that he had been sent into a bar in London to nose around and report on a suspect. When he went – or so he said – the place was full of spies. There were CIA, FBI, M15, KGB – and yes, Mossad. But none of the other’s associated with the Mossad. My friend said they were the most ruthless, cold-blooded, blood-thirsty humans in the world. He said they could smile at you while they cut your throat and just step over you while you died. They are so well trained that they can kill in countless ways – their form of martial arts, the Krav Maga is the most deadly. They have snipers that can outsnipe anyone – in other words – they are the ultimate spy/assassins in the world. Their zeal is not only patriotism – its existing for millennia as the underdogs. They have to be more ruthless. I heard a report just this morning on MSNBC that one nation was bringing back assassination – and it was Israel. God’s chosen is in their mindset, so they just figure they have the right to do what needs to be done. The United States may negotiate – Britain may sign peace treaties – but Israel will bomb the hell out of you first, and ask questions later. So, I couldn’t resist making my heroine a member – a vulnerable one – but a beautiful version of the deadly Mossad.
The combination of these two strong people was heady. I had fun with them – they clashed – the fire they sparked off one another was incredible. I loved to show their soft sides – their hopes and fears along with their strengths. And when they decide to see who is the most talented with weapons – it’s hilarious. Their lovemaking was intense and when they fell in love – it was completely. Ty finds that he is willing to die to keep Aliyah safe and that with her is the only place he feels at home.
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“Ty, you are my hero. I swear to God.” Leon was impressed, with what, Tyler Landon wasn’t quite sure. The younger man folded his arms over his chest. “I wish I had your luck with women. ‘Deed, I do. You’re a man’s man. You’ve got to show me the ropes. I want to learn from the Master.” Ty hated to think it, but it was quite possible Leon had a man-crush on him. Crap! That was all he needed. Hero-worship didn’t do anything for anyone—it just tended to get in the way.
The Texas Rangers Division Headquarters in Austin was bustling with activity; this usually filled Ty with satisfaction, but today was not a normal day. His life was on the line and if that wasn’t bad enough—despite Leon’s annoying prattle, and to add insult to injury—his manhood was being threatened. How in the world was he going to live this down? What was the Captain thinking? Just a day or two ago, he had learned that a special agent of some kind had been flown in to cover his ass. This irritated the shit out of Ty Landon; a Texas Ranger did not require a damn bodyguard! So what if some Mexican drug lord had put a hit out on him? Whatever happened to ‘One Riot, One Ranger’?
To make matters ten thousand times worse, the agent was a crappin’ female.
“What are you rattling about, Leon?” Tyler spoke with a slow, strong Texas drawl. His accent had been known to make women swoon. Ty studied Leon like a patient Rottweiler watching a yapping Chihuahua. Leon Starsky was aspiring to be a Texas Ranger, whether he would make the cut was still up for debate. He was, at present, a member of the Civilian Personnel Support team. At the moment, as far as Ty was concerned, he was a pain in the ass.
“That female agent you’ve commissioned to protect you, she redefines the word ‘hot’, man.”
Ty looked at the younger officer as if he had grown a second head. About to spit nails, he said, “First off, let’s get the story straight, it wasn’t my idea to have a blasted protector.” Ty wasn’t used to making long speeches. Most of the time, he was a man of few words. But this was a different set of circumstances than he was used to. “I don’t need protectin’, especially by some damn female, no matter how beefed up she is.” He jerked his head to the right, indicating a muscle bound woman across the room, who at the moment, was blatantly eating him up with her eyes. Her open admiration made him want to hide behind the desk. He turned to Starsky and tried to quietly make his final point, “and that woman over there may be your idea of hot, but she damn sure ain’t mine.”
Ty’s eyes were trying to avoid Aliyah Sharon. Lord, the woman must be able to bench press four hundred pounds! Her guns were almost as big as his. Grimacing slightly, he turned away. No sirree, women with that much brawn didn’t do a thing for him. He liked his women to be soft and curvy, in short, he wanted his lady to look like a woman. Tyler Landon kept his sexual preferences private, between him and his willing partners, but he was a practicing Dom and nothing turned him on like a Submissive, beautiful woman.
The weightlifter across the room was dressed in the usual DPS officer’s crisp, light brown uniform with the accompanying black leather gear. Apparently, DPS was to be her cover. No matter how she dressed, she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. Rangers didn’t wear uniforms, per se, they were lucky enough to be able to dress the way they wanted as long as it was deemed Western attire, so Ty was comfortable in blue jeans, a black western shirt and a soft leather vest.
“Don’t tell me you aren’t attracted to that woman!” Leon just wouldn’t let it go. Ty wasn’t in the mood. He was dead tired for one thing. He had just driven back from his twin brother’s wedding in Deep East Texas. For another, there was info that several Mexican assassins were being sent over the border to put him out of commission. And what just took the icing off the cake was that he’d found out the evidence he had on Saldado wasn’t quite as good as he had thought it was. The photo he had taken on his camera phone was fuzzy at best. He knew what he thought he saw, but he had no way to prove it. But worst of all—far worse, in fact, was that Brunhilda over there had just
winked at him. He was very afraid she was going to take her duties as his bodyguard way too seriously. She, undoubtedly, would stick to him like glue. He’d never be able to shake her. Lord help him, she may be his bodyguard, but who was going to guard his body from her?
“I’m not attracted to that woman, Leon. No way. No how. Just look at her, she keeps eyeing me like I’m a juicy T-bone and she’s a starving dog.” Ty was suffering. “I think I’d rather take my chances with the drug cartel.” Leon started laughing. It started out kind of low, but then he seemed to gather up steam. “What in tarnation is the matter with you, now?” Ty threw down his Stetson and glared at the young, highly annoying, law enforcement agent.
“That woman over there isn’t Aliyah, you lucky bastard.”
Looking back and forth between the woman in question and Leon, Ty was confused. “What are you talking about, Leon? Of course, that’s Aliyah. She’s the only woman in the room that I don’t know—she has to be Aliyah.”
Starsky was holding his stomach and snickering like some kind of fool. Frankly, Ty was fast losing his patience with the whole situation. Managing to get a handle on his mirth, Leon stood, took Ty by the arms and faced him in a northerly direction. “Like I said, that big woman over there isn’t Aliyah, O Wise One, she’s Officer Perry, a transfer from Lubbock. Open your eyes, bud, look what’s coming through the door. That
exotic goddess with the almond shaped eyes and the hair that hangs down to her butt—the one with the body that will make your heart forget to beat. That’s Aliyah.”
“Hell yeah!” Ty whispered with heartfelt appreciation. This put a whole new spin on things. She was walking toward him. Everything about her was just damn near perfect. Her body was pure poetry in motion. Her breasts were full and round, like two honeydew melons. Ty wanted to squeeze them and smell them, see if they were as sweet and succulent as they looked. She wore a form-fitting, little brown sweater that outlined her perfect hour-glass figure. Ty could tell time—and the sands running through that hour glass were counting down the seconds until he could get his hands on her luscious body. Hungrily, he let his eyes slide past that trim little waist, to hips that made his mouth water and his fingers curve in anticipation of cupping that tight, rounded ass. This was Aliyah? Well, hallelujah! She was stacked, no doubt about it. Now this was his kind of woman.
Ty stood his ground. He was careful to keep his face completely blank, unreadable. Only his eyes betrayed the fire that was coursing through him like a molten river of lava. He couldn’t afford to let her see the effect she was having on him. There was no use giving her an unfair advantage. Regardless of his instantaneous attraction, he had no intention of rolling over and playing dead. He did not need a protector, even if she was absolutely gorgeous. But… Hot. Fuckin’. Damn!
Ty chewed on his lip, willing her to meet his eyes. Oh baby, oh baby. He was going to treat her body like an amusement park. Then, it hit him. If they were supposed to work together—that was the only way he would allow himself to think about this protectin’ business—he was in serious trouble. Was the Captain blind? How in the world was this supposed to work? Talk about a distraction! How was he supposed to watch his own back with this woman around? He would have to spend all of his time just beating men off her with a stick. Ty bit back a smile, not that it wouldn’t be worth it. Lord help him; Leon was right. This had to be the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on in his life. And he was supposed to be attached to her—literally—for the foreseeable future?
God, he was such a dead man. This woman would attract attention like a rose draws honey bees. He was going to get killed for sure.
“Landon! Sharon! In my office. Now!” The words yelled by his boss, Captain Alvarez, brooked no argument. Scraping his eyeballs off the floor, he let them slowly slide over Aliyah’s more than perfect body before following his superior’s orders. She had not, as of yet, even acknowledged his presence. Well, he’d see about that. Christ, he was so aware of her. Looking down, he saw that he was already half erect. Grabbing a file folder off of his desk, he tried to hide his problem. Small damn folder! Her clean, citrus scent enveloped him as she drew near. As he filed into Alvarez’s office, he could feel her heat as she followed him in.
Aliyah walked slowly. She had spotted Landon right away. This would be a piece of cake. She knew his type, self-assured, self-confident and self-absorbed. Alvarez had informed her that Tyler Landon was not pleased they would be working together. Tough scrotum! Aliyah had come up with the term in retaliation for one agent who was always constantly using the annoying ‘Tough tittie’. What he hadn’t told her was that the ‘Ranger in danger’ was devastatingly handsome. Talk about torture. What Ben Yasin put her through was going to be a walk in the park compared to this. Without staring, she catalogued his features. Six foot four, two hundred fifty pounds of solid male, dark brown hair and jade green eyes. His body was magnificent, but that chiseled face was one that
God could have reserved for one of his winged warriors. Talk about a fallen angel! Holy Moses!
“Sit down,” Alvarez ordered.
Aliyah was taken aback when Ty held out her chair—not something she was used to. In her world, men treated the women they worked with the same as they would treat another man. Tyler Landon was a southern gentleman. “Thank you,” she acknowledged softly, refusing to indulge herself by sneaking another peek. This could be a problem. The ruthlessness of Saldado’s hit-men she could handle, the real threat was going to be Texas Ranger Landon himself. His very presence was having a strange effect on her. Her body was starting to tingle and she was hyper-aware of every move he made. It was as if his big body was a powerful magnet and her eyes and hands were being pulled in his direction against her will. Truly, he was a beautiful specimen of manhood. If she had to guess, she would say the span of his shoulders was at least a yard across, and he was muscle-bound, not gym-manufactured muscles either, but a natural strength that came from living a life unafraid and ready to take on whatever battles that came his way. If things were different in Aliyah’s life, she might be tempted to pursue a physical relationship with this incredible man, but that was now impossible—not if he found out her truth.
“Landon, meet Sharon.” Alvarez pronounced Aliyah’s last name, ‘Char-on’. After the quick introduction, the Captain excused himself at the beckoning hand of his secretary, leaving Tyler and Aliyah alone. Quick to assert her dominance, Aliyah took the initiative, turned to him and held out her hand. For the first time, she faced him full-on. It was like turning into a sonic blast, his magnetism was lethal.
The hand Tyler stared at was small and ringless, with plain, neat, unpainted nails. All he could think about was how those fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. When he finally accepted her offering, his own hand completely engulfed hers. A funny feeling skated over his back, as if a small stream of electricity flowed from her body to his. Confusion muddled his thinking. Her little hand was so delicate he could have crushed it, easily, within his grasp. “Shar-on, as in ‘My Sharona’ by the Knack?” Tyler had always liked that song; it had a driving beat and made him want to have sex. Of course, he pretty much wanted to have sex all the time. Tyler Landon craved sex like a thirsty man craved water.
“No, Sharon as in Ariel.”
Tyler was trying to pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth, but he couldn’t get his eyes or his mind off the twin domes of perfection that were peeping out of her brown knit shirt. The lucky material was molded over sweet mounds of firm feminine flesh that seemed to have his name written all over them. As he watched, the nipples hardened and he glanced up to see the expression on her face. She was attracted to him. Big time. He smiled.
“Raise your eyes, Ranger Landon. There is nothing of interest to you down there.” Her voice had a tinge of humor laced through one of the most intriguing accents that had ever tickled his ears.
Ty couldn’t place where he had heard that particular inflection before. No use adding to my sins by lying. “I beg to differ, Ms. Sharon; I would have to be six feet under not to be interested in what I see down there.” Dry, matter-of-factness belied the hunger that
lay just below the surface of Ty’s carefully maintained composure. For the first time, he lifted his eyes and their gazes meshed.
Time stopped. Now, this is new. Ty felt odd, like the air had thickened and a bubble of isolation surrounded the two of them. Her eyes were such a warm, golden shade of brown; he felt like he was looking at two tiger’s eye jewels. Her breath caught as she returned his gaze. There was a recognition that flowed between them—a seeming acknowledgement that their souls had walked the same path. Without realizing it, Ty still held her hand. She tried to pull it back, but he held onto it for a moment longer. “God, I need to get you alone,” he whispered hoarsely.
She seemed to be as surprised by his admission, as he was. Tyler mentally jerked himself back. What had he been thinking, soul mates? No way. He did not get emotionally involved with women. Tyler Landon liked women—lots of women—women were the spice of life and he liked variety. Marriage was not a part of his future plans. He was the ‘love them and leave them’ sort and he did not lead women on. ‘Right up front’ was his policy from the start, he told women he was in it for the short haul. He didn’t need any type of romantic entanglements. He just wanted sex. And he wanted sex with Aliyah. Bad.
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“Ty, you are my hero. I swear to God.” Leon was impressed, with what, Tyler Landon wasn’t quite sure. The younger man folded his arms over his chest. “I wish I had your luck with women. ‘Deed, I do. You’re a man’s man. You’ve got to show me the ropes. I want to learn from the Master.” Ty hated to think it, but it was quite possible Leon had a man-crush on him. Crap! That was all he needed. Hero-worship didn’t do anything for anyone—it just tended to get in the way.
The Texas Rangers Division Headquarters in Austin was bustling with activity; this usually filled Ty with satisfaction, but today was not a normal day. His life was on the line and if that wasn’t bad enough—despite Leon’s annoying prattle, and to add insult to injury—his manhood was being threatened. How in the world was he going to live this down? What was the Captain thinking? Just a day or two ago, he had learned that a special agent of some kind had been flown in to cover his ass. This irritated the shit out of Ty Landon; a Texas Ranger did not require a damn bodyguard! So what if some Mexican drug lord had put a hit out on him? Whatever happened to ‘One Riot, One Ranger’?
To make matters ten thousand times worse, the agent was a crappin’ female.
“What are you rattling about, Leon?” Tyler spoke with a slow, strong Texas drawl. His accent had been known to make women swoon. Ty studied Leon like a patient Rottweiler watching a yapping Chihuahua. Leon Starsky was aspiring to be a Texas Ranger, whether he would make the cut was still up for debate. He was, at present, a member of the Civilian Personnel Support team. At the moment, as far as Ty was concerned, he was a pain in the ass.
“That female agent you’ve commissioned to protect you, she redefines the word ‘hot’, man.”
Ty looked at the younger officer as if he had grown a second head. About to spit nails, he said, “First off, let’s get the story straight, it wasn’t my idea to have a blasted protector.” Ty wasn’t used to making long speeches. Most of the time, he was a man of few words. But this was a different set of circumstances than he was used to. “I don’t need protectin’, especially by some damn female, no matter how beefed up she is.” He jerked his head to the right, indicating a muscle bound woman across the room, who at the moment, was blatantly eating him up with her eyes. Her open admiration made him want to hide behind the desk. He turned to Starsky and tried to quietly make his final point, “and that woman over there may be your idea of hot, but she damn sure ain’t mine.”
Ty’s eyes were trying to avoid Aliyah Sharon. Lord, the woman must be able to bench press four hundred pounds! Her guns were almost as big as his. Grimacing slightly, he turned away. No sirree, women with that much brawn didn’t do a thing for him. He liked his women to be soft and curvy, in short, he wanted his lady to look like a woman. Tyler Landon kept his sexual preferences private, between him and his willing partners, but he was a practicing Dom and nothing turned him on like a Submissive, beautiful woman.
The weightlifter across the room was dressed in the usual DPS officer’s crisp, light brown uniform with the accompanying black leather gear. Apparently, DPS was to be her cover. No matter how she dressed, she was going to stick out like a sore thumb. Rangers didn’t wear uniforms, per se, they were lucky enough to be able to dress the way they wanted as long as it was deemed Western attire, so Ty was comfortable in blue jeans, a black western shirt and a soft leather vest.
“Don’t tell me you aren’t attracted to that woman!” Leon just wouldn’t let it go. Ty wasn’t in the mood. He was dead tired for one thing. He had just driven back from his twin brother’s wedding in Deep East Texas. For another, there was info that several Mexican assassins were being sent over the border to put him out of commission. And what just took the icing off the cake was that he’d found out the evidence he had on Saldado wasn’t quite as good as he had thought it was. The photo he had taken on his camera phone was fuzzy at best. He knew what he thought he saw, but he had no way to prove it. But worst of all—far worse, in fact, was that Brunhilda over there had just
winked at him. He was very afraid she was going to take her duties as his bodyguard way too seriously. She, undoubtedly, would stick to him like glue. He’d never be able to shake her. Lord help him, she may be his bodyguard, but who was going to guard his body from her?
“I’m not attracted to that woman, Leon. No way. No how. Just look at her, she keeps eyeing me like I’m a juicy T-bone and she’s a starving dog.” Ty was suffering. “I think I’d rather take my chances with the drug cartel.” Leon started laughing. It started out kind of low, but then he seemed to gather up steam. “What in tarnation is the matter with you, now?” Ty threw down his Stetson and glared at the young, highly annoying, law enforcement agent.
“That woman over there isn’t Aliyah, you lucky bastard.”
Looking back and forth between the woman in question and Leon, Ty was confused. “What are you talking about, Leon? Of course, that’s Aliyah. She’s the only woman in the room that I don’t know—she has to be Aliyah.”
Starsky was holding his stomach and snickering like some kind of fool. Frankly, Ty was fast losing his patience with the whole situation. Managing to get a handle on his mirth, Leon stood, took Ty by the arms and faced him in a northerly direction. “Like I said, that big woman over there isn’t Aliyah, O Wise One, she’s Officer Perry, a transfer from Lubbock. Open your eyes, bud, look what’s coming through the door. That
exotic goddess with the almond shaped eyes and the hair that hangs down to her butt—the one with the body that will make your heart forget to beat. That’s Aliyah.”
“Hell yeah!” Ty whispered with heartfelt appreciation. This put a whole new spin on things. She was walking toward him. Everything about her was just damn near perfect. Her body was pure poetry in motion. Her breasts were full and round, like two honeydew melons. Ty wanted to squeeze them and smell them, see if they were as sweet and succulent as they looked. She wore a form-fitting, little brown sweater that outlined her perfect hour-glass figure. Ty could tell time—and the sands running through that hour glass were counting down the seconds until he could get his hands on her luscious body. Hungrily, he let his eyes slide past that trim little waist, to hips that made his mouth water and his fingers curve in anticipation of cupping that tight, rounded ass. This was Aliyah? Well, hallelujah! She was stacked, no doubt about it. Now this was his kind of woman.
Ty stood his ground. He was careful to keep his face completely blank, unreadable. Only his eyes betrayed the fire that was coursing through him like a molten river of lava. He couldn’t afford to let her see the effect she was having on him. There was no use giving her an unfair advantage. Regardless of his instantaneous attraction, he had no intention of rolling over and playing dead. He did not need a protector, even if she was absolutely gorgeous. But… Hot. Fuckin’. Damn!
Ty chewed on his lip, willing her to meet his eyes. Oh baby, oh baby. He was going to treat her body like an amusement park. Then, it hit him. If they were supposed to work together—that was the only way he would allow himself to think about this protectin’ business—he was in serious trouble. Was the Captain blind? How in the world was this supposed to work? Talk about a distraction! How was he supposed to watch his own back with this woman around? He would have to spend all of his time just beating men off her with a stick. Ty bit back a smile, not that it wouldn’t be worth it. Lord help him; Leon was right. This had to be the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on in his life. And he was supposed to be attached to her—literally—for the foreseeable future?
God, he was such a dead man. This woman would attract attention like a rose draws honey bees. He was going to get killed for sure.
“Landon! Sharon! In my office. Now!” The words yelled by his boss, Captain Alvarez, brooked no argument. Scraping his eyeballs off the floor, he let them slowly slide over Aliyah’s more than perfect body before following his superior’s orders. She had not, as of yet, even acknowledged his presence. Well, he’d see about that. Christ, he was so aware of her. Looking down, he saw that he was already half erect. Grabbing a file folder off of his desk, he tried to hide his problem. Small damn folder! Her clean, citrus scent enveloped him as she drew near. As he filed into Alvarez’s office, he could feel her heat as she followed him in.
Aliyah walked slowly. She had spotted Landon right away. This would be a piece of cake. She knew his type, self-assured, self-confident and self-absorbed. Alvarez had informed her that Tyler Landon was not pleased they would be working together. Tough scrotum! Aliyah had come up with the term in retaliation for one agent who was always constantly using the annoying ‘Tough tittie’. What he hadn’t told her was that the ‘Ranger in danger’ was devastatingly handsome. Talk about torture. What Ben Yasin put her through was going to be a walk in the park compared to this. Without staring, she catalogued his features. Six foot four, two hundred fifty pounds of solid male, dark brown hair and jade green eyes. His body was magnificent, but that chiseled face was one that
God could have reserved for one of his winged warriors. Talk about a fallen angel! Holy Moses!
“Sit down,” Alvarez ordered.
Aliyah was taken aback when Ty held out her chair—not something she was used to. In her world, men treated the women they worked with the same as they would treat another man. Tyler Landon was a southern gentleman. “Thank you,” she acknowledged softly, refusing to indulge herself by sneaking another peek. This could be a problem. The ruthlessness of Saldado’s hit-men she could handle, the real threat was going to be Texas Ranger Landon himself. His very presence was having a strange effect on her. Her body was starting to tingle and she was hyper-aware of every move he made. It was as if his big body was a powerful magnet and her eyes and hands were being pulled in his direction against her will. Truly, he was a beautiful specimen of manhood. If she had to guess, she would say the span of his shoulders was at least a yard across, and he was muscle-bound, not gym-manufactured muscles either, but a natural strength that came from living a life unafraid and ready to take on whatever battles that came his way. If things were different in Aliyah’s life, she might be tempted to pursue a physical relationship with this incredible man, but that was now impossible—not if he found out her truth.
“Landon, meet Sharon.” Alvarez pronounced Aliyah’s last name, ‘Char-on’. After the quick introduction, the Captain excused himself at the beckoning hand of his secretary, leaving Tyler and Aliyah alone. Quick to assert her dominance, Aliyah took the initiative, turned to him and held out her hand. For the first time, she faced him full-on. It was like turning into a sonic blast, his magnetism was lethal.
The hand Tyler stared at was small and ringless, with plain, neat, unpainted nails. All he could think about was how those fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. When he finally accepted her offering, his own hand completely engulfed hers. A funny feeling skated over his back, as if a small stream of electricity flowed from her body to his. Confusion muddled his thinking. Her little hand was so delicate he could have crushed it, easily, within his grasp. “Shar-on, as in ‘My Sharona’ by the Knack?” Tyler had always liked that song; it had a driving beat and made him want to have sex. Of course, he pretty much wanted to have sex all the time. Tyler Landon craved sex like a thirsty man craved water.
“No, Sharon as in Ariel.”
Tyler was trying to pay attention to the words coming out of her mouth, but he couldn’t get his eyes or his mind off the twin domes of perfection that were peeping out of her brown knit shirt. The lucky material was molded over sweet mounds of firm feminine flesh that seemed to have his name written all over them. As he watched, the nipples hardened and he glanced up to see the expression on her face. She was attracted to him. Big time. He smiled.
“Raise your eyes, Ranger Landon. There is nothing of interest to you down there.” Her voice had a tinge of humor laced through one of the most intriguing accents that had ever tickled his ears.
Ty couldn’t place where he had heard that particular inflection before. No use adding to my sins by lying. “I beg to differ, Ms. Sharon; I would have to be six feet under not to be interested in what I see down there.” Dry, matter-of-factness belied the hunger that
lay just below the surface of Ty’s carefully maintained composure. For the first time, he lifted his eyes and their gazes meshed.
Time stopped. Now, this is new. Ty felt odd, like the air had thickened and a bubble of isolation surrounded the two of them. Her eyes were such a warm, golden shade of brown; he felt like he was looking at two tiger’s eye jewels. Her breath caught as she returned his gaze. There was a recognition that flowed between them—a seeming acknowledgement that their souls had walked the same path. Without realizing it, Ty still held her hand. She tried to pull it back, but he held onto it for a moment longer. “God, I need to get you alone,” he whispered hoarsely.
She seemed to be as surprised by his admission, as he was. Tyler mentally jerked himself back. What had he been thinking, soul mates? No way. He did not get emotionally involved with women. Tyler Landon liked women—lots of women—women were the spice of life and he liked variety. Marriage was not a part of his future plans. He was the ‘love them and leave them’ sort and he did not lead women on. ‘Right up front’ was his policy from the start, he told women he was in it for the short haul. He didn’t need any type of romantic entanglements. He just wanted sex. And he wanted sex with Aliyah. Bad.
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