Lendle

Arousing the sheriff might earn you jail time . . .

Amber Wyeth returns to her hometown of Cedar Ridge aiming to take revenge on an old high school flame who jilted her on prom night, only to discover the sexy sheriff might haul her off to jail for being naughty. Will Amber’s quest for revenge leave her wanting more, after one erotic game leads to another?

Sheriff Joey Hansen’s fantasies are about to come true in a way he never expected when he encounters the owner of a red Porsche with SXY LXY license plates on a deserted highway. The gorgeous woman has car trouble but the driver’s spicy games and scanty clothing are revving his engine up. Isn’t it dangerous to play sensual games with the local sheriff? He just might end up placing Amber in handcuffs and hauling her off to the county jail.

Excerpt:

Nothing much ever happened in the small town of Cedar Ridge where the summer heat took its humid toll on man and beast alike. Joey Hansen, the town’s sheriff, didn’t think anything of it when he pulled over onto the side of the deserted two-lane highway behind a red Porsche which appeared to be having engine trouble. The sporty car’s personalized license plate, he noted with interest, read SXY LXY. He wasn't expecting anything unusual. He should have known better.

The hood of the red car was up so when he stepped out from the cruiser, he didn’t immediately see anyone. When he rounded the front of the car, he saw a woman, tall and slender, bent over checking on something in the engine. She straightened and stood to face him. He'd never in his life seen her before but his heart stopped beating.

There wasn't much of the shiny pink provocative mini-dress covering her shapely butt. His eyes feasted on her long, long legs which ended in six-inch high heels. Her toenails were painted crimson red. Sweet mercy, the driver of SXY LXY was more than a man could handle, the equivalent of a pinup poster on some horny teenage kid's bedroom door. Her sexy blue eyes sparkled and held a bucketful's worth of mischievousness that set his bullshit radar on full alert. Long John immediately came to attention and ached something fierce to get under SXY LXY's mini dress, which left little to his imagination. The blood roared in his brain. Her hair was dark rich brown, the silky strands windswept and her heart-shaped lips were slightly parted. He couldn't have imagined her even in his wildest fantasies. Her breasts were big, and pressed against the fabric of the mini dress. Joey couldn't think of one word to say, opened his mouth several times, croaked, and helplessly closed it again. How could any woman leave a man tongue-tied and his brain sizzling, incapable of the simplest thought?

"My car," she began, her voice as sultry and beautiful as she was, "there's something wrong with it." Her super long eyelashes fluttered and veiled her dancing eyes.

Joey found himself holding his breath. His blood pressure was at an all time high. And he still couldn't speak, but he had to say something. SXY LXY was waiting, her lips slightly parted.

She took the initiative. "Oh, you poor baby. You need some TLC." Closing the distance between them with a couple of quick steps, she reached out and ran a trail of burning fire from his left shoulder to his heart. The heat from her hot palm seared through him, but he was still speechless.

She blinked several times. "I'm so glad you came along." She paused and blew out a small sigh. "I love a man in uniform."

Joey managed, "Yeah," in a thin, reedy voice.

"Oh? You don't believe me?" Her gaze, languorous, decadent, playful, flicked over his. Her palm rested over his rapidly beating heart. ""It's soooo lonely on this road here. It's almost as if everyone fell asleep."

She weaved her fingers down his chest to his belt. Joey was holding his breath again. SXY LXY could touch him anywhere she desired and he wouldn't be able to stop her, he was so enthralled . . .