LET IT RIDE
Writing as Jillian Burns
Release Date: May 1, 2009
Used to living life at full
throttle, Captain Cole Jackson is eager to prove he
still has what it takes. War injuries have
permanently grounded him from ever flying fighter
jets again and he needs a new challenge.
When he sets his sights on a
beautiful but remote Keno girl his buddies bet him
he can’t bed her in a week. But as soon as he's
bedded her he realizes he's made a tactical error.
The haunting beauty has secrets that rock his world
and make him want to be her personal warrior.
Vegas Keno girl, Jordan Brenner, has been cursed
with the kind of beauty that makes men notice her
bra size and not her I.Q.
The grounded flyboy is no exception. But
Jordan questions her resolve to be cautious when the hunky Air
Force captain launches an intense campaign of seduction. One
reckless night she gives in. Then she discovers their
extraordinary night of passion was only about winning a bet.
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"Let It Ride has so much conflict and
emotion packed in, that it really did a number on me, leaving me
exhausted in a good way by the time I turned the final page.
Just in the first few chapters alone, there is enough to build
an entire novel around, and still more is added as we go along.
From Cole’s PTSD to Jordan’s worries about her mother’s battle
with Alzheimer’s, emotion is high. I have to say, I got a little
teary-eyed at Jordan’s graduation. There is a moment there that
is especially poignant, showing us how deep their feelings run,
even before they realize it themselves.
With Let it Ride, Jillian Burns has written a wonderfully
steamy, fast paced story that will keep you turning pages until
the very end. What woman doesn’t like an incredibly sexy man in
uniform brought to his knees with the power of love? My only
hope is that we have a very short wait until we get stories
about Cole’s cronies, McCabe, Hughes, and Grady" -- ©
Kelley A. Hartsell, June 2009. All rights reserved.
“Target sighted. Three o’clock.” Captain Cole
Jackson nodded toward the amazingly hot blonde across the
casino. “The Keno girl with the mile long legs and the big-”
“Her?” Cole’s buddy, McCabe, snorted as he fed another five
dollar bill into his slot machine. “Good luck.”
“Why? What’s wrong with her?” She was the sexiest thing he’d
ever laid eyes on. And after thirty years of living on the wild
side, that was saying a lot. When Cole had spotted her a moment
ago the past months of hell had momentarily faded. Doing her was
all the rest and recreation he’d need.
“You’re in Vegas, buddy,” McCabe insisted. “You could have a
different woman every night. Make up for lost time.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll start with her.” Cole and his buddies had met
at The Grand to raise a little hell and celebrate his discharge
from the hospital. Medical leave until further notice and a city
full of beautiful women. If he couldn’t be in the cockpit, this
He stared at the Keno girl as she moved around the casino,
stopping at blackjack and roulette tables. He'd always been a
sucker for blondes, and this one had his babe meter clocking in
the stratosphere. Her lips alone sent his fantasies to places
that could get him court-marshaled. His gaze roamed lower to her
skimpy red uniform. Damn, what it didn't cover might burn his
eyes to the sockets.
“You couldn’t even get to two g’s with that one, much less
complete a roll. Trust me,” McCabe said.
Ahh, understanding for Cole clicked like an engine turning over.
He turned on his stool to face his buddy. “She turned you down.”
“Him and every other guy on base,” Alex chimed in from her stool
next to McCabe, a satisfied smirk on her face. Their buddy since
basic training, Alexandria Hughes was the kind of chick who’d
slug the first guy who tried to treat her like a female.
McCabe scowled at her, and then looked back at Cole. “I’m
telling you, that Keno girl’s got a rep at Nellis as Ms. Crash
and Bur—” McCabe broke off.
There was a second of awkward silence before Cole jumped in.
“She hasn’t seen my maneuvers yet.”
“You’re full of it, man.” McCabe swiveled on his stool to face
Cole. “You nail her before my leave is up, and I’ll give up
women for a month.” He took a swig of beer.
Sonofa—McCabe had just challenged him. A rush of adrenalin
coursed through Cole the way it had when he and McCabe and Grady
and Hughes had all trained together, pushing the limits of their
F-16’s--and their commanders. If this Keno girl was hard to get,
all the better. He didn’t want some pity fuck. He was ready for
something to make him feel alive again, and prove he still had
what it took.
And she was it.
“She got a fiancé? Boyfriend?” Cole would make sure the playing
field was level.
McCabe shrugged. “She was seeing someone--civilian--a while
back, but the word is she hasn’t used that excuse in a while.”
“God, what a waste that would be.” McCabe stared wistfully at
her, his slot machine forgotten.
Cole couldn’t agree more. If he’d ever dreamed of the perfect
woman to roll around in the sheets with, she was it. Long,
shapely thighs to cradle his hips and-his gaze went back to her
chest—the kind of rack usually only seen in Hugh Hefner’s
mansion. He shifted on his stool, his comfortable Levis suddenly
restricting. You were in the hospital too long, Jackson. But
thank God the crash hadn’t damaged anything vital to this
mission. “All right. You got yourself a bet.”
“What?” McCabe’s gaze swung back to Cole.
“You said you’d give up--”
“I know what the hell I said.”
“And she shot you down, right?”
“I prefer to think of it as a failure to pass the pre-flight
check. It must be the uniform.” With his Brad Pitt looks and
charm to spare, McCabe was the certified chick magnet of the
group. He’d been known to bed two and three women in the same
night. Occasionally at the same time.
“She got a rule against Air Force men?” Cole directed his
question to Alex. He wanted some high-level intel on his
subject. Of course, he wasn’t in uniform tonight...
“I don’t know,” Alex answered, her arms crossed over a wrinkled
desert camo shirt. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Jesus, Hughes, you ain’t gonna go all girly on us now, are
you?” McCabe grinned at Hughes, but she didn’t return his smile.
She stood and finished her Corona in one long gulp, then set it
down with a thunk. “Poor McCabe. Thirty days without a woman.”
She leaned in close. “You won’t last.”
His face screwed up in confusion, McCabe watched Alex stalk off.
“What crawled up her ass?”
Cole shrugged. Air corp. or Keno girl, females tended to stick
together. Hughes was probably disgusted with him for making the
bet. But this Keno girl had a rare kind of beauty that could
make a guy forget everything that sucked about his life. Even
without the bet, he’d go for her. And after months of surgeries
and physical therapy, this challenge put him back into play.
It sure as hell beat sitting around the Vet hospital listening
to some shrink talk about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So, he
had a few night sweats and bad dreams. What the hell did they
expect? Life as he knew it was over. All he’d ever wanted to do
was fly jets, and get into the space program. But that wasn’t
going to happen now. One minute he’d been breaking the sound
barrier over Iraqi air space, the next his right wing had been
blown off. He’d barely managed to hit the eject button.
“So, what do I get if you lose?” McCabe crossed his arms over
“You get to save your right hand a lot of muscle strain the next
“And you risk nothing? Screw that.”
“Screw what?” Grady appeared next to them with his perpetually
grim expression. His hulking dark presence tended to scare small
children and dogs.
McCabe explained the challenge, and Grady cut his gaze to the
Keno girl. His eyes widened and he whistled under his breath.
“Oh, yeah. Ms. Cra--” He cleared his throat. “I’m in. How about
that bottle of whiskey Jackson’s uncle left him?”
“Damn it, Grady, you’ve been after my scotch since we were
cadets and you don’t even drink. It’s fifty-year-old Cragammore.
You know how much it’s worth?”
“You want to back out?” McCabe taunted.
“Fuck you, McCabe.” He could get this girl. He just needed to
learn everything about her. “So, if I win, does Grady turn
“Hey, I nev--” Grady began.
“Hell no,” McCabe cut in. “He’s already got the worst temper in
Nevada. What he needs is to relax. Learn Yoga. Get a massage.
There’s an old lady on the strip, does that herbal, aromatherapy
shit. I’d give a lot to see him get smeared with sweet-smelling
oil and chant new age mumbo-jumbo.”
Cole grunted at the image. “Hell, I’d bet the whiskey to see
“I want that scotch. You’re on.” Grady stuck out his right hand
to seal the deal and Cole shook it, his insides churning with
“Here she comes,” Grady warned.
A fruity scent teased Cole’s nostrils. Dammit, she’d approached
him on his deaf side.
He spun on the stool to find the Keno girl standing next to him,
his eyes level with the pale, soft flesh spilling out of her red
sequined tank top. He imagined palming those tits, rubbing his
thumbs over the nipples. His body, long denied, roared into four
g’s, but he called on years of discipline to stand and lift his
gaze to her engaging smile and-–God, her eyes were such a deep
blue they were almost purple.
Even up close she was flawless. Her lips moved but she spoke so
softly he couldn’t hear her above the rumble and ringing of the
slots. He angled his head and leaned closer as he pulled out his
“—buy a Keno card?” Her voice matched her appearance. Voluptuous
“I’ll take two.” He slipped out a twenty and placed it on her
She handed him the cards and he tossed them on his stool as she
dug in her fanny pack for change.
“Keep it.” He covered her hand to stop her from making change.
Damn, it was like ice. “You’re freezing.” He curved his fingers
around her palm and enclosed her hand with both of his. Soft.
Dainty. And cold.
Her eyes widened, but she pasted on a bright smile as she eased
from his grasp. “Thank you.” She turned to McCabe and her smile
faltered a bit. “Did you want a card, Major?”
“I think my friend here,” he slapped Cole on the back, “has it
covered. He turned to Grady, “you up for some poker?”
Grady nodded and they took their beers and headed deeper into
The Keno girl’s gaze shot back to Cole. “You’re a friend of
Major McCabe’s?” There was a distinct edge to her voice. What
the hell had McCabe done? Or did she have a grudge against all
military personnel? Had some airman done her wrong?
He shook his head. “Not if you don’t want me to be.”
Her smile dropped and she raised a brow. “Don’t lose a friend on
my account.” She turned to leave, but Cole side-stepped to block
her retreat. “Captain Cole Jackson, U.S. Air Force. And you
She stared over his shoulder a moment, her lips a tight line.
Bringing those gorgeous eyes up to his, she put her free hand on
her hip. “Jordan Brenner. Mother of five. Looking for a man who
can support me and all my kids.” Her expression said, Now
will you leave me alone?
If she had five kids he’d stand on this slot machine and quack
like a duck. “Five, huh? What are their names?”
Without missing a beat, she rattled off, “Anna, Billy, Charlie,
David and...” She faltered, glanced down at the commercial grade
carpet, then back up at Cole. “Fred!” She smiled triumphantly.
Cole chuckled, unable to keep from returning her mischievous
grin. Smiling pulled the scarred flesh on the right side of his
face. “Not Eddie? Or Estelle? Or Eugene?”
A hum bubbled up from inside her, and musical laughter erupted,
but was stifled just as quickly. Something inside Cole stilled.
Why would she stop such a wonderful sound?
“All right. You caught me. I couldn’t think of an ‘E’ name.” She
shifted her tray of Keno cards to her other hip and her smile
So did his.
“Aren’t you going to fill those out?” She nodded toward the Keno
cards on his stool. “They’ll be starting another game soon.”
He glanced back and scooped them from the stool. “I’ve never
played Keno before. Maybe you could show me?”
Wariness returned to her eyes, but she stepped closer, leaning
in to point to his cards as she explained. He inhaled the scent
of her fruity shampoo and closed his eyes. Damn.
“You can pick up to ten numbers on each card. The computer
randomly chooses numbers between one and eighty and you win
based on how many you matched.” She began rattling off the odds
of certain numbers being chosen like a calculus professor.
“You really know your stuff.”
Her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. “For a blonde? Anyone
with half a brain can figure odds if they work here long
So, she had a chip on her shoulder about being labeled a bimbo.
He wanted to ask her how long she’d been a Keno girl. She
couldn’t be much older than twenty-five. But he couldn’t open
fire on her tonight. He’d do a little recon first.
“Just because you’re a beautiful blonde doesn’t mean you can’t
be a genius too. Look at Jayne Mansfield or Sharon Stone. Both
have I.Q. levels close to Einstein.”
She stared at him, her face inscrutable. But something flickered
briefly in her eyes and hit him right in the gut. As he stared
back, the air between them vibrated like he’d just started up
the jets of his Raptor.
But he didn’t want to come on too strong, so he broke eye
contact, severing the connection. “I’ll let you get back to
She stepped away and fidgeted. “Yes. Enjoy the casino, Captain.”
Cole watched her leave, enthralled with the way her perfect
little butt moved beneath the micro-shorts. A shockwave of lust
roared through his blood straight to his dick and he tightened
his jaw. Christ, he needed to get control.
He’d made first contact. This time tomorrow, he’d have an
intelligence report to aid him. Getting her into bed within a
week? The bet had him revved up. But this Keno girl might be all
the challenge he needed.