Wicked Wednesday with Tha Baby Race by Elysia Hendricks

 

THE BABY RACE

by Elysa Hendricks
Indie Published
Contemporary Romance
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Blurb:
Race Reed doesn’t want a wife, but to save his ranch he needs a baby. To gain custody of her stepsister, Claire Jensen needs a husband, but she wants love. Wants and needs are bound to clash when they run The Baby Race.
Race Reed reserves his love and attention for the abused horses he cares for on his ranch. Because his mother changed husbands as often as she changed clothes, doesn’t believe in wedded bliss. Now to save his ranch he needs the money his paternal grandmother is offering as a marriage incentive. The bizarre contest she’s set up between him and his two cousins to produce her first great-grandchild is another matter. His only option – cheat in The Baby Race.
Claire Jensen wants two things out of life, home and family. During her younger years she never questioned her father’s nomadic lifestyle as he hunted for treasure, but as she grew older she longed to put down roots. When her father remarried and gave Claire a stepmother and baby stepsister, she’d thought her prayers were answered. Instead, she took over the parental role to her stepsister as her father and stepmother continued to search the world for treasure. In every way that matters, the six-year-old is Claire’s daughter. When Claire’s father and stepmother are killed on their latest quest for treasure, without a steady job, husband or home, Claire is about to lose custody of her young stepsister. Her only option – run the The Baby Race.
Wicked Hot Excerpt:

Straining to remain in control and not charge the gate like a too eager racehorse, Race throbbed in Claire’s embrace.

 

Need overwhelmed caution. He slanted his mouth over hers. She met his aggressive kiss with a sweet acceptance that nearly undid him. To keep their loving from ending before it began he abandoned her mouth to trail his lips down her throat to her breasts. She arched her back to give him better access.

 

Though the years Race had had his share of woman. He used them and they used him. But none of them had reached inside the wall he used to keep the world at bay, had touched the real Race. But Claire acted as if she didn’t see a wall.

 

What could he give her in return? Trust was beyond him. His mother had made sure of that. Love? The emotion was a lie, a trick to get people to let down their guard. Passion? Pleasure?

 

Those he could give her. Confidence renewed he set out to pleasure her, to keep this encounter on a physical level. Holding her arms above her head he used his mouth to stroke and kiss her breasts, lingering on the sensitive peaks. The hard little nubs teased the inside of his mouth making him want more.

 

With each touch, each kiss he fell deeper into unknown territory. He barely recognized the moment when he surrendered to her innocent abandon and mere sex turned into lovemaking. Nor did he care.

 

Soft mewing sounds escaped from her as she struggled to touch him in return.

 

“Relax,” he whispered into her ear. Though the heated blood pumping madly through his veins urged him to hurry, to finish this race at a full gallop, this was her first time. No matter how it might pain him, in order not to hurt or scare her he had to move slowly.

 

Releasing her wrists he nudged her thighs apart and slid down the length of her body. Small tremors coursed over her as with a hand on the inside of each of her thighs he lifted and opened her to his gaze. The warm, musky scent of aroused woman engulfed him.

 

“R-race. W-what are you d-doing?”

 

With a splayed hand on her belly he pressed her back as she tried to sit up. “Let me please you.”

 

“What about you? I want to please you, too.”

 

“You do,” he murmured against her soft moist flesh. “Oh, God help me, you do.”

 

Anticipation kept her motionless. When his lips closed around the center of her desire her body jolted upward into his intimate kiss. Lost in passion she moved against him, seeking something she never knew existed. Her breath hitched as new sensations rocketed through her. Feelings swirled and grew inside her until she could no longer contain them. Tension held her suspended and motionless above a frightening chasm. With a strangled scream she let go and trusted Race to catch her.

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Blurb:
Race Reed doesn’t want a wife, but to save his ranch he needs a baby. To gain custody of her stepsister, Claire Jensen needs a husband, but she wants love. Wants and needs are bound to clash when they run The Baby Race.
Race Reed reserves his love and attention for the abused horses he cares for on his ranch. Because his mother changed husbands as often as she changed clothes, doesn’t believe in wedded bliss. Now to save his ranch he needs the money his paternal grandmother is offering as a marriage incentive. The bizarre contest she’s set up between him and his two cousins to produce her first great-grandchild is another matter. His only option – cheat in The Baby Race.
Claire Jensen wants two things out of life, home and family. During her younger years she never questioned her father’s nomadic lifestyle as he hunted for treasure, but as she grew older she longed to put down roots. When her father remarried and gave Claire a stepmother and baby stepsister, she’d thought her prayers were answered. Instead, she took over the parental role to her stepsister as her father and stepmother continued to search the world for treasure. In every way that matters, the six-year-old is Claire’s daughter. When Claire’s father and stepmother are killed on their latest quest for treasure, without a steady job, husband or home, Claire is about to lose custody of her young stepsister. Her only option – run the The Baby Race.
Bio:

Elysa Hendricks is 5’6″ tall. She has curly hair and brown eyes. She’s an author, a wife, a mother, and a daughter. Everything else is subject to change without notice.
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