Scarecrow & Betsy McGee: Book I: Triple D
by Trixie Stilletto
ISBN: 1-59279-394-0 (Electronic)
Cover by Trace Edward Zaber
Copyright ©2005
Short Contemporary Erotica
(Graphic Sexual Content/Language)

Available From Amber Quill Press

New divorcee Betsy McGee goes to the Triple D Ranch and Spa to celebrate her divorce and get back into the singles game. She gets much more than she bargained for when she is bowled over by a waiter and catapults into more than just a sexual revolution adventure. Super agent Roarke Mathews has been deep undercover for months tracking a diamond smuggling ring. His case is about to blow open on this Ranch and Spa in upstate New York. But he gets more than just a helping hand from feisty divorcee Betsy.

Betsy McGee took a sip of her mixed drink and looked around at the people getting down and dirty in the bar.

She couldn't believe she was at the Triple D Ranch and Spa. It was the newest, hippest thing to hit western New York. It was a place for divorcées to get their feet wet in the dating game after the long dry spell of married life.

But Betsy hadn't expected the Triple D to be quite like this. There were dozens of half-naked men and women dirty dancing—or worse—all over the place. It was like an all-male review without tips sticking out of jock straps.

She took a deep breath, another gulp of her drink and gathered her courage. She had to take the bull by the horns. She was forty years old. Bobby, her worthless, cheating ex-husband, had left her high and dry when he took off to Bermuda with his twenty-two-year-old receptionist. But Betsy wasn't the type to sit at home and cry in her beer. Today was the start of the Betsy makeover.

At that moment, she got a glimpse of the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His chest was bare as a baby's behind and so perfect it looked like something in a museum. Cinched around his washboard flat abs were leather chaps that looked like they had been painted on—and around – his magnificent package.

Oh, my, Betsy thought. She moved instinctively. Even if he said no, she'd get a closer look. And like a kid standing outside a huge toy store, perhaps looking was all she could handle at this moment.

Betsy was so focused on the great looking chaps guy she didn't watch where she was walking. When she ran into the waiter carrying a tray full of drinks and dishes, she was knocked for a bit of a loop.

"I'm sorry," she began, looking down at the prone man covered in sauces, left-overs and drinks. "Oh, my."

This one was just as good looking as the chaps guy. Except this guy was snarling.

"Great, just great," he muttered.

Betsy stooped down to help him. He was crouched like a catcher at a baseball game, his strong thighs outlined by his cotton khaki pants. Betsy was between his knees and had a moment to wonder what it would be like to stay there for a year or two. Along with the pants and those wonderful thighs, he was wearing a tie-dyed T-shirt that faithfully outlined well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. Yes, sir, this weekend is going to be worth the hefty price tag just for the eye candy alone, Betsy decided.

"Let me help you," she said, reaching to help him pick up the broken drink glasses.

"You really should watch where you're going," he growled.

Betsy felt a little tingle in her midsection. This guy wasn't exactly a public relations dream, but then again, who was going to complain as long as he looked like he did?

"That's the second time I've been bowled over by one of you horny females today. You'd think you've never seen half-naked guys before."

"Excuse me?" Betsy was taken aback.

"Oh, never mind. You just don't get it. You women are always complaining about men who can't keep their hands to themselves. Well, you should talk. I've only been working three hours and I've been pinched, tickled, stalked, and now, tackled."

Betsy bit her lip. The guy was definitely rough around the edges when it came to pleasing his customers, but he was also cute in a crusty, curmudgeonly kind of way. Since she'd spent what should have been her college years working as a waitress at a dive in South Buffalo paying the freight while Bobby diddled nursing students, she definitely knew where this guy was coming from. But empathy only went so far. After all, it was kind of nice to see a guy getting what women had been putting up with for centuries.

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"The storyline offers an adventurous plot, comical situations, and sultry interludes. I really enjoyed Betsy's character. She's sassy, spunky and can kick ass even though she's not a super spy herself. I'm a very big fan of "to be continued…" stories and I am eagerly waiting to read the second installment, Mattress Games. A tasty introduction to this series. More please Ms. Stilletto!" - 4 Angels, Tallyn, Fallen Angels Reviews