Katie Allen is the fabulously filthy-minded alter-ego of romantic-suspense author Katie Ruggle. She lived in an off-grid, solar- and wind-powered house in the Rocky Mountains until her family lured her back to Minnesota. When she’s not writing, Katie rides horses, trains her three dogs, cross-country skis (badly), and travels to warm places where she can scuba dive. A graduate of the police academy, Katie is a self-professed forensics nerd. A fan of anything that makes her feel like a badass, she has trained in Krav Maga, boxing, and gymnastics. You can connect with Katie at http://katieruggle.com/, https://www.facebook.com/katieruggleb..., or on Twitter @KatieRuggle
“Every time I jerked off over the past few days, I thought about you. Forget the chicks—I’m going with the dicks. Well,” he made a face, “one dick, I mean. My own private dick. Start off slow, you know, and then build up to the orgies.”Rhodes brought his lips down onto Wash’s smiling mouth. “My dick,” Rhodes growled against the curve of Wash’s lips. “And my dick only. Remember that.”
“You're gay," wash stated.Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer."As in, you-like-men gay."Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug. "As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay.""Yes!”
“Come on, buddy--she's pretty cute. After another beer, she'll go up to really cute.”
“Trevor gave a long-suffering groan. “I’m going to be on myhands and knees, aren’t I?”Nipping the other man’s lower lip, Pete growled, “You’ll bewhere I put you.”
“As they walked into the living room, Trevor cleared his throat loudly. "We're coming in. Hands where I can see them, dicks where I can't.”
“She trailed off when she realised Will was turning a dull red. For a big, muscular guy, he sure blushed a lot.”
“Well, Jenny thought, he certainly likes to cuddle.”
“Jenny was struck again by the contrast between his attractiveness and his shyness. It was endearing.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” His eyes dropped from hers again, almost as if-Jenny looked at him sharply as an idea occurred to her. Could the Nordic god be shy?”
“Okay, Jen, he could fuck you with that voice alone and you’re Squeaky McSqueakerson? Let’s try for a little more on the sexy purr side, please”