Mandy Baxter Shares a Naughty Excerpt

Posted December 5, 2014 by Jennifer in Author Guest Post | | 2 Comments



Thanks to The Book Nympho for having me as a guest for Mistletoe Madness! Today, I’m happy to share an excerpt from the first novella in my Billionaire’s Club: Texas series. And given the sexy nature of this snippet, I’m going to assume it’s earned me a spot on the naughty list! I loved writing the Blackwell brothers and Ryder is a cowboy on a mission. He’s going to do everything in his power to snag the girl who’s been turning him down for months. Even if that means buying the horse she’s been saving up for. He makes her a deal, though. If she can stick it out and work his ranch for a weekend, he’ll give her the horse. But work is the last think on this cowboy’s mind. Hope you enjoy the excerpt!


Lara pulled the saddle off Samson’s back and hung it on a stand in the stable. Without turning around to face Ryder she said, “Look, I’m playing your game, for whatever reasons, but that doesn’t mean I have to sit back and let you humiliate me.”

“This has nothing to do with humiliation,” Ryder all but drawled. “All I gave you was honesty, doc. You should have told me first if you didn’t think you could handle a truthful response.”

Maybe he was right. Damn him. She unbuckled Samson’s bridle and hung it on a hook before giving his backside a pat and sending him into the stall. The truth of Ryder’s words stung. But why? She knew his reputation, had heard all of the stories about his insatiable sexual appetites and the number of women who’d wound up in his bed. So why now, when she had no intention of falling victim to her own desires would she give a single shit who he slept with and when?

“This was a stupid idea and I never should have agreed to it.” She unbuttoned his shirt and already regretted that she was about to give it back. The scent of leather, freshly cut hay, and something else . . . an almost evergreen tang that was 100 percent male clung to the garment. She wanted to take that damned shirt home and sleep it. Live in it. Revel in Ryder’s scent until she wore the damned thing down to the threads. Lord, she was pathetic.

“Lara, goddamn it, would you quit being so stubborn and climb down off of your high horse for maybe one minute?” Ryder tossed Dakota’s rig down on the ground in a tangled heap of metal and leather as he stalked toward her, his dark eyes burning with a heat that stole Lara’s breath.

“I’m not being stubborn. I’m being practical. Do you know what people are going to say about me on Monday when they find out I spent the weekend out here?”

“I told you, I don’t give a shit what people say,” Ryder spat. “Never have.”

He closed the distance between them until only a hairsbreadth separated them. The heat rising from his body buffeted her skin and a tremor of want shook Lara to her foundation. A rush of wetness spread between her thighs. It was almost humiliating how ready she was for him. How much she ached to have Ryder Blackwell inside of her. She was no better than any of the other women who shamelessly chased after him. But she’d be damned if she ever begged for his attention.

“Of course you don’t care.” Lara tried to infuse her voice with conviction but all she wanted right now was to submit. Do whatever he asked of her. “You can afford not to care. Whatever happens this weekend, you’ll still be the legendary Ryder Blackwell. And I’ll be nothing more than another notch on your bedpost.”

He reached up and with his index finger, tipped his hat off her head. It tumbled somewhere behind her, but Lara couldn’t be troubled to look. His eyes held her captive, that stare, so intense that it sent a pleasant shiver across her skin. “I’m not gonna lie to you, doc. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you. But you’re more than a notch on any man’s bedpost.”

Well. That was . . . up front. Lara tried to swallow, but found her mouth too dry. Ryder was known for his no-holds-barred attitude. She just never expected to see it up close and personal.

“Ryder . . .” The words died on her tongue as he reached up and swept his shirt from her shoulders. Goosebumps broke out on her flesh as his calloused fingertips blazed a path down her arms and wrapped around her wrists.

He took a step forward and Lara instinctively took a step back. And then another. Her breath raced in her chest as he continued to send her backward until her back made contact with the rough wooden wall behind her. The unoccupied stall was dark and the scent of freshly laid straw invaded her nostrils. His grip on her wrists firm, Ryder lifted her arms above her head and pinned them there with one large hand as he brushed his body up against hers. Every square inch of Lara’s body spiked into hyperawareness. Her nipples tightened, straining against the soft cotton fabric of her bra. Her skin tingled as Ryder bent over her, his heated breath caressing her throat. Her own breath came in shallow pants and she froze, hands pinned above her, as she waited for him to make his next move.

What are you doing? You should stop him. Now. Before you don’t have a shred of dignity left.

His lips settled at her pulse point, his teeth grazing her skin and suddenly, dignity didn’t seem all that important. “You can tell me to stop, you know.” Ryder’s voice was a husky growl that vibrated through her body. The grip on her wrists remained firm, as though he had no intention of letting her go, as his free hand worked its way between them to cup her breast through her shirt. “But I don’t think you want me to.” His thumb brushed her already stiff nipple and Lara gasped as a rush of wet warmth spread between her thighs. The hard length of his erection pressed through his jeans against her stomach and all rational thought left her mind as though sucked through a vacuum.

She arched against him as his fingers moved to her other breast, teasing the nipple through the fabric to an aching point. Lara bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning, but only because she knew that’s what Ryder wanted from her. To make her moan and whimper and beg for his attention. And she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

He continued his unhurried path, his mouth a brand on her skin as he nipped at the rounded flesh swelling above the neckline of her shirt. Lara’s breath sped in her chest as his free hand abandoned her breast and trailed downward, over her ribs and stomach to the waistline of her jeans. Her gaze locked with his and one corner of his mouth lifted in a self-satisfied smirk as he popped the button and eased down her zipper, her arms still caged above her. Though she wasn’t helpless to stop him and was by no means being restrained against her will, the sheer excitement she felt at being held this way was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Ryder’s tongue flicked out at his bottom lip, a slow, languid motion as though savoring something delicious, and watching him made Lara’s knees weak. His right hand slipped past her jeans and dove into her underwear and when his finger slid against her slick folds, she almost came for him right then and there.

“Is all that sweet honey for me, doc?” he asked next to her ear. He pressed his body into hers while his fingers danced across her clitoris, each pass sending a jolt of sensation zinging through her body. “Mmm . . .” Lara shuddered as his lips brushed her earlobe, his breath hot with his own labored breathing. “You feel so damned good. So slick and soft. I could pet you like this all day.”

That sounded like a damned good plan. She’d been wound as tight as a spring for months, looking over her shoulder, worrying about things that weren’t in her power to fix. Losing October had been the last straw, and the moment she felt the walls of her life closing in like a prison cell, Ryder Blackwell swooped in to set her free.

Lara gasped as he circled her swollen bud, applying the perfect amount of pressure before backing off. Would the price of this freedom be something she was willing to pay?




…Ride a Cowboy! The Billionaire Cowboy by Mandy BaxterThe Billionaire Cowboy by Mandy Baxter
Series: Billionaire’s Club #1
Published by St. Martin’s Griffin on 10-07-14
Genres: Contemporary Romance

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Billionaire Ryder Blackwell has got it all under control. The wealthiest cattle baron this side of the Mississippi, he’s built an empire for himself in hopes of getting distance from a tortured past. But when a stunningly sexy—and strong-willed—new vet comes to town just in time for Christmas, Ryder knows he’s met the one spirit he just can’t tame…Lara Montgomery doesn’t want to be involved with any man, least of all the rich, infuriating, and unbearably sexy Ryder Blackwell. She vows never to tangle with the charming rancher, but when he offers her the ultimate deal—one weekend at his ranch in exchange for a near-priceless horse—Lara cannot refuse. And as the nights get colder and their attraction gets hotter, Lara’s about to get all she’s ever wanted for Christmas…


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Mandy Baxter lives in rural Idaho. She’s a part-time pet wrangler, a full-time sun worshiper, and only goes out into the cold when coerced. She loves black clothes, pink appliances and thinks junk food should be a recognized food group. In the summer, she can be found sitting by the lake, enjoying the view from her dock.

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After 17 years I've finally finished my BA in English (no I do not want to be a teacher). Before majoring in English I would not have touched anything labeled "classic", but I have enjoyed a few along the way in my college career.

While I hated to read growing up, I am now an avid book reader and audiobook listener. I love rejecting reality one book at a time. I only read fiction within my favorite (at least to date) genres which include: most romance (paranormal, contemporary, D/s, BDSM, M/M)Urban Fantasy, and a few YA (mostly PNR or UF from favorite adult authors, but I'm slowly stepping out of my comfort zone after enjoying a few contemporary YA novels in adolescent literature class I took).
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2 responses to “Mandy Baxter Shares a Naughty Excerpt

  1. Haha Carmel – I don’t read a lot of contemporary, either, but I do love Mandy’s US Marshals … I can’t wait for the next one!

  2. I don’t read Contemporary, but I swear with all of the love that the Billionaire’s Club is garnering from bloggers who’ve also enjoyed this author’s UF series, I am on the verge of caving. I’m convinced that it’s all part of Baxter’s master plan… Going to take your survey now. 🙂