From the creators of Master Bits and Mercenary Bites, New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake and Southern food expert and USA Today bestselling author Suzanne Johnson, comes a new look at the Masters and Mercenaries world—Girls Night.
Join us for easy to cook, delicious recipes and stay for the stories of the women of McKay-Taggart. From slow cooker special dinners to cocktails that will elevate your game, Suzanne will show you that easy can be delicious.
Lexi dives into what happens after happily ever after. Charlie and Ian try to have a night out—but their kids prove that anything can happen when Taggarts are involved. Faith and Ten get a gift they never expected. Karina and Derek go on a stakeout. And Serena finds the meaning of Bliss. All these stories and more explore what it means to be a wife, a mother, a woman navigating love and responsibility.
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Excerpt
from Rough Night
from Rough Night
“You taste
better than any pie, my Charlie,” Ian whispered against her lips. His hands
tightened on her and she felt one of those big palms stroke her thigh. “Why
don’t you straddle me and let’s see what happens.”
She knew what
would happen. She placed the tray of treats on the table beside them and
gingerly shifted, twisting so she straddled her Master’s lap. Yes, there it was.
His cock was right against her pussy. All she had to do was…
Ian groaned as
she rolled her pelvis. “That’s right, baby. Now give me some of that sweet,
sweet lemony goodness. Ride me and feed me. That’s what I want. Let me watch
you come.”
“And if I can make
you come?” It was a fun little game. She would try to see if she could get that
big dick of his to go off before she did.
“Then I’ll walk
around for the rest of the night a bit on the uncomfortable side,” he replied,
his hands finding her hips. He shifted and she found herself with her clitoris
in the perfect position. “But that’s not going to happen. I know exactly how to
make you moan, Charlie baby.”
She felt her
phone vibrate. Charlie winced. “It’s another text.”
He pumped his
hips up against hers. “Answer it. If it’s anyone except Malone telling us one
of the children is missing, I’m texting them a dick pic and asking them to
leave us alone. Let’s see if you can text while I do this.”
His erection
slid over the perfect place and Charlie could feel the orgasm starting to
build. How could he still do this to her? All he had to do was start touching
her, using that deep Dom voice on her, and her whole body was ready to comply
to his any and every whim.
Did she have to
answer? It probably wasn’t anything important. Was anything in the world as
important as the way this man made her feel?
“Give me a
taste of that tart, baby. Or better yet, pull those pretty nipples out and let
me taste them. Let me lick and suck and bite on those sweet nipples.”
Her vision was
going soft as he hauled her close.
And her phone
vibrated again.
“Ian,” she
started.
“Do what you
need to,” he replied as he licked her collarbone. “I’ll do what I have to.”
She was going
to kill whoever was texting her. It was probably Malone, trying to figure out
where the damn marshmallows were.
She bit back a
groan and reached for her phone. It better be so good because she was getting
close, and the minute Ian started sucking on her breasts she wouldn’t be able
to hold…
Do you have a fire extinguisher?
“What?” Charlie
shifted, trying to get a better grip on the phone.
And the chair
under Ian kind of exploded.
Charlie hit the
floor, her knees knocking on the tile. Ian had gone backward but he’d managed
to twist his body so he landed on his shoulder instead of knocking the back of
his head against the windowsill.
Panic flooded
Charlie’s veins. She scrambled to find her phone. “Ian?”
“I’m fine,” he
groaned. “Call him. Damn it. Can’t we have one fucking night out without the
world coming to an end? Ah, yeah, this is going to hurt.”
Had he thrown
out his back again? She couldn’t stop and find out. Sarah Stevens was here
somewhere and she was a nurse. Surely she could help.
Charlie grabbed
the phone from the midst of the now fallen lemon tarts. The tray had turned
over, but there were still several that had landed on the table. She would have
to shove those in her purse if they were about to flee home. With shaking
fingers she dialed the number for Michael.
“Hey,
Charlotte, I think I got the fire out. Boomer stopped, dropped, and rolled on
it. That did the trick. The girls thought it was hilarious, but we’ve got
another problem now,” Michael was saying.
“There was a
fire?” She practically screamed the question.
“Tell Boomer to
sit on it,” Ian said from the floor. “Put him on speaker.”
She didn’t need
his sarcasm, but he had the right to listen in. She clicked to go to speaker.
“Where was the fire, Michael?”
“Well, you see
when I told the girls we could have a campout in the living room, I kind of
thought we would build a fort made out of sheets, you know what I’m talking
about,” Michael continued, his Texas drawl slow and steady. “Damn, Charlotte. I
didn’t think the girls would take it so literally.”
Her girls took
everything literally. “The girls tried to start a fire? In my living room?”
“It was minor,”
Michael promised. “Mostly because they couldn’t take apart the furniture to
burn. That was their plan. Apparently Ian taught them how to use whatever’s
around to stay warm in case they find themselves out in the woods at night. I
saved the sofa, but they did manage to get that wicker basket of yours to burn.
Kala said she had to use it because she couldn’t get to the hatchet.”
Charlie turned
to her husband. “Why would our daughters know how to use a hatchet?”
He was a nice
shade of pale and his shoulder seemed weird. “You told me to teach them some
life skills.”
She was going to kill everyone.
About The Authors
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
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Suzanne Johnson is family-trained, a south Georgia native who’s been cooking all of her life, creating not only some really unique food, but precious memories that re-occur every time she smells something simmering in the oven. In all of her books, Suzanne shows that making a delicious meal doesn’t have to be complicated — it just has to be made with love. So go ahead, don’t be bashful, dive right in. Who knows? You might just make a few memories of your own.
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