A Sneak-Peek at Haunting a Cowboy – Coming Soon In a Paranormal Boxed Set

I’m excited to be part of a boxed set of paranormal stories available for pre-order in September. I’ll be teaming up with these nine amazing authors: Lori Handeland, Laura Kaye, Caridad Pineiro, Stephanie Julian, Opal Carew, Terry Spear, Paige Tyler, Sara Humphreys, and Judi Fennell.

My story, Haunting a Cowboy, is still being written, but here’s a little sample for you:



That night after sunset, Thad sat on the porch, his booted feet propped up on the railing. The clock he and Melissa had received as a wedding gift gave eight bongs. “Witching hour for Madam Ruby.”

A few minutes later, from the direction of Sayde’s house, two headlights headed his way along the gravel driveway.

He dropped his feet and stood. This’d be it. A VW Beatle, or an old ‘60s van with psychedelic flowers painted on the side.

Instead, a sleek black foreign-made SUV pulled up to his porch.

The driver’s door swung open, and two long, pale legs in sexy black pumps swung out.

“Hello.” Her voice was soft, melodic.

He trotted down the steps and stopped right in front of her. This couldn’t be her. “Ma’am? Can I help you?

“Sure, thanks.” She put her hand out.

It wasn’t quite what he’d meant, but he took her hand.

A sizzle raced up his arm to buck in his chest like a spring colt. He helped her stand.

She was nearly as tall as him, gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair falling below her shoulders. Her dark gray pinstripe suit fit her curvy body well, the skirt sliding down her thighs, covering nearly to her knees. Her lips were a tempting coral color, but when her gaze met his, oh, those eyes. A blue like an early morning Montana sky. They seemed to read him down to his soul.

“Ma’am, can I help you find something?” She had to be lost.

“If you’re Thad McCade, I’ve found what I’m looking for.”

“You’re not…”

“Yes, I am.” She shut her car door. “I’m Madam Ruby, and I’m hear to talk to your ghost.”


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Meet Sergei Gun…

I have a book coming out September 2d. If you haven’t read the first book, you might want to do so now—both books in this series are great fun.

Mystery, suspense, murky bayous, hot sunny Mexican getaways, ex-SEAL operatives, and women in need of their brand of care and protection….

Her Only Desire


Sultry Summer Nights, Book 1

The moment Tilly Floret sees the sleek Bentley driving down Main Street, she knows trouble has arrived in her sleepy little town. A mysterious job posting keeps appearing at the diner where she works, and she can’t resist applying. No matter that the entire town of Bayou Vert is whispering about the wealthy, powerful man behind it all and his scandalous return home. The moment his ice-blue eyes meet hers, he ignites an all-consuming desire she never imagined possible, one she can’t deny.

Ex-navy SEAL Boone Benoit never thought he’d set foot in Louisiana again. As soon as Tilly starts her new job in his pleasure club, he senses a kindred soul. One who has carefully guarded secrets of her own-and a simmering hunger for the taboo rites of mastery and submission. The only difference is she doesn’t yet know it. Now as Boone tutors Tilly in the tantalizing world of leather and lace, she will shed her every inhibition and surrender to him, body and soul.

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His Every Fantasy

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Sultry Summer Nights, Book 2

The last thing ex-SEAL Sergei Gun needs is a complication. As part of a powerful black-ops company, he’s led an extraction team into the Mexican jungle to rescue two men who have been kidnapped. Everything has gone according to plan until Serge discovers a third hostage-an exquisitely beautiful woman with a secret haunting her stormy gray eyes…a woman who refuses to make this rescue easy. With no choice but to bring her back to the compound deep in the sultry, steamy Louisiana bayou, Serge vows to protect her, body and soul…

Kara Nichols never imagined that she’d capture the interest of a powerful man like Serge. Yet from the moment they met, she’s fantasized about his strong hands caressing her naked skin, his musky scent lingering on her sheets. What began as a simple rescue mission ignites into a passionate affair. As Serge teaches her the tantalizing art of surrender, Kara finds herself more than willing to shed every last one of her inhibitions and submit to him fully. But the dark, dangerous forces that captured Kara aren’t ready to let her go so easily…

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Meet Sergei Gun…

He’d been here before.

A makeshift tent city on a lonely stretch of Iraqi desert with a shamal wind kicking up fine, wheat-flour sand into a blinding storm.

Tar-paper shacks nestled in a rock-strewn valley in the Hindu Kush mountains under fat snowflakes whipping into a blizzard.

And just like those times, this ramshackle camp hidden in the middle of a Yucatán jungle was surrounded. About to be destroyed. The men guarding the perimeter, smoking cigarettes and bragging about their latest sexual conquests, were already dead. They just didn’t know it. Continue reading

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Cover Reveal … and Going, Going, Gone!

Hi y’all! I’m so excited to have the cover for the third book in the Shadow Maverick Ranch series: Cowboy Redeemed. The release date for this book has been pushed back a bit, but look for it in late September. In the meantime, here’s a small sample of what you can expect from Clay Mathis.

Excerpt (Unedited):

“I want more from you than just coffee, Ainsley, as I made clear last night. You were pretty clear in what you wanted from me, too. And before you go insulting me again, this is about you and me. Nothing else.”

You and me.

Oh, shit. She liked the sound of that a little too much.

“You’re only here because I ditched you.” She palmed his chest as he leaned into her space. His masculine scent filled her nose, made her want to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in.

“Ah.” Clay teased his lips along the line of her jaw. “And I’d still be here if you hadn’t ditched me last night. The difference being we missed the pleasure in the middle.”


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I apologize for not writing a blog, but I’m up against a deadline – but here is an excerpt from MY ALIYAH – which was re-released last week. Look at the pretty cover –


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When Ty returned from the bathroom, he was wearing a white western shirt, undone midway and a soft pair of lounge pants that lovingly cupped his sex. Aliyah had to avert her eyes so she wouldn’t stare at his incredible chest or that intriguingly large bulge that seemed to grow right before her eyes. To her consternation, he picked right up where they had left off on the previous argument. “Now, let’s go back to the bed issue. If you think I’m gonna pile up in that soft four-poster there, while you’re on the hard floor, dead tired, you don’t know me at all. I’m a man and a gentleman. We can both sleep in this bed, or it will be me sleeping on the floor. I can’t stand the thought of you lying on that cold, bare surface.”
Aliyah could tell he was not taking no for an answer. What would be the harm in leveling with him about this? It was humiliating, but they had been through a lot together already, and were undoubtedly in for more trying times. Stepping up to him and placing a hand on his hard, warm chest, she looked up into his face. Everything in her wanted to rub herself on him like a kitten eager to be petted. She had never felt this type of attraction toward a man. She could see golden flecks in his deep green eyes and the tiny sun lines that flared out from their corners. “Tyler, my inability to sleep in a bed has nothing to do with you.”
“Inability?” His expression changed completely. He closed the small gap between them, standing close enough so that all he had to do was lean over to kiss the top of her head. And that’s exactly what he did. “Explain this inability to me.”
Aliyah started to move back, but he prevented her from leaving him. Instead, he began rubbing the tops of her arms and her shoulders, quietly comforting her as she spoke. “Last year, I was part of an operation. I intentionally allowed myself to be captured by slave traders—sex-slave traders.” She felt him stiffen. Thinking that he was disgusted, she again tried to back up.
“Don’t you dare move, little one.” He pulled her up to him. His chest was so wide and hard that she wanted to melt into him. “Come sit with me, you can tell me anything.” He backed up to the bed and pulled her with him.
Aliyah did not resist, she had never spoken of this time with anyone, other than being debriefed at headquarters. At that time, she had relayed the facts only, no emotion allowed. Before she knew it, she was sitting in Ty’s lap. Carefully.
Tyler fought back a smile. She was absolutely adorable. He had never seen anyone sit without sitting before. She was trying not to put her entire weight down on him and she was leaning forward so she wouldn’t come in contact with his pecs and abs. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you can relax. I’ve got you.” He began to rub her back in long, smooth strokes designed to make her relax. “Now, tell me why this operation stole your sleep.”
“I sleep.” She turned slightly, their breaths commingling. “I just sleep sitting up.”
“Why?” He ran his hand over her face, cupping her jaw. “Look at me, Lee-Ah,” he coaxed. When brown eyes met green, her breath caught. He heard it. Slowly, oh, so slowly he moved forward. He wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to live another day. “Oh, baby. You are so pretty. I’ll take care of you.” There was nothing he wanted more than to lay her down on the bed and love her all night long, but first he had to find out what was haunting her. The girl had built walls around herself, but he had a feeling she’d be worth the climb.
“I can take care of myself and you.”
“I know, baby.” He let his lips lightly touch her cheek, smoothing them on her skin, pressing tiny butterfly kisses all on the side of her face. “Remember today, the shoot-out? Together, we can do anything.” She trembled in his arms and he took advantage of her slight mood change by easing her body closer to his. She let out a long breath as if totally relaxing for the first time in a long while. “Now, tell me why you can’t sleep in a bed.”
“I’ll tell you. When I do, you will not be so anxious to hold me near.”
Aliyah gave him a resigned look, and began to speak. “I was taken to a site deep in Yemen. A powerful sheikh there was under suspicion of human trafficking, as well as terrorist activities. It was my job to get confirmation and plant intelligence gathering devices. For the first two days I managed to be treated like the other women, which was not good, but I was prepared for the likelihood of sexual maltreatment.”
Her clinical way of saying that she was prepared to be raped and abused made Ty want to hit something, but he was careful not to react at all. He didn’t want to give her any idea that anything she said turned him off in the slightest—because it didn’t. She needed to open up, and for some reason, he needed her to open up to him. “Baby, did they hurt you?”
“One of the servants recognized me from a photograph that had been taken a month before when I had completed a Kidon mission. A photographer captured an image of me exiting the hotel where a hit went down.”
“You are a Kidon assassin?” He couldn’t keep the wonder out of his voice. Tyler knew Kidon, the word meant bayonet, and represented an elite group within Mossad—deadly assassins.
“I’ve killed five people, Aliyah.” His revelation was meant to create a bond, instead she looked dismayed.
“I’ve killed twenty-five.” When he didn’t react, she reiterated. “Did you hear me, Ty? I’ve done so many things.” She touched his arm, surprising him when she caressed it through the cotton material.
Ty’s cock hardened further at her simple touch. “Baby, what kinds of people were on your hit list?” His tone was soft and loving; he might have been quoting poetry to her rather than asking about the men she had annihilated.
“Terrible, vicious men who delighted in killing innocent people.” Her hand was still moving slowly over his arm, up and down as if memorizing the contours of his body.
“That’s right doll, so what you did is no different than what any warrior does. You battle the enemy for the good of your country, just like I do, except a Ranger is small potatoes beside a Mossad agent.” He was trying to tease her out of her sadness. It worked.
She smiled at him. Ty swore he heard birds singing and bells ringing. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he might just have had a romantic moment. Those kind of sentimental feelings were alien to him; he was used to commanding his submissives and having them seek to please him. “Small potatoes?” Mischievousness shone in her eyes. “I thought you told me you had large parts.”
Ty hugged her hard with a growl. “Just give me a chance, babe. I’ll show you how large my parts are.” She relaxed against him and he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, enjoying the feel of her soft, beautiful body next to his. “Now, tell me more. You were saying that someone recognized you?” To his pleased surprise, Aliyah didn’t move but nestled even closer to him, hiding her face in his neck and rubbing her hand over his chest. His blood pressure began to rise, but he knew she needed to talk.
“It was revealed that I was Mossad, so I was moved from the harem to the dungeon.” She grasped his shirt in her hand, holding on to it tightly. “They were trying to extract information from me about an informant.” Ty couldn’t hold back, he began kissing her temple and her forehead, offering support and a broad shoulder.
“What did they do to you, baby?” Ty’s voice was hoarse with emotion. She was so small and feminine; the idea that someone had mistreated her was almost unbearable to him.
“I was tied down and waterboarded. I do not know how many times.” Her voice sank to barely above a whisper. “When I try to sleep laying down flat I wake up, sure that I am drowning.” Ty couldn’t say anything. He just cupped the back of her head and massaged her neck, pressing soft kisses along the side of her face. “That is why I sleep sitting up.”
“Is that all they did to you, doll?”
“No.” That one simple word was filled with so much heartache. “They would not let me go to sleep.”
Ty let out a long hard breath. He couldn’t imagine what she had gone through. He knew there was more. God, he didn’t know if he could stand it. “How long?”
“Twenty-eight days, until I managed to escape.” As he held her, he realized the memories were flooding back, Aliyah twisted in his lap, seeking to get up. “I do not think I care to answer any more questions.”
Tyler persisted. “Twenty-eight days? How did you survive?” He took advantage of her movements and turned her till she faced him. Somehow, she was on her knees, straddling his legs. God, he would love to just kiss her all over.
“Ty, please…” His name on her lips made his groin tighten.
“That’s exactly what I want to do, Aliyah. I long to please you.” He edged her one inch closer. “I long to make your heart race.” Another little tug. “I want to feel your nipples harden against my chest.” Closer still. “I want to rub your little clit with my fingers until you’re panting my name.”
Against his chest, Aliyah’s heart felt like it was about to give out under the strain of beating so hard. She spoke breathlessly, “Your words are painting beautiful, impossible pictures. I need to get up now, it is time to let you rest.”
“I love the way you talk,” he whispered against the warm skin of her neck. Instead of letting her up, he coaxed, “Put your legs around my waist, baby. I need to feel your heat.”
Shock stiffened her body. “This cannot work,” she croaked.
“All I want is a kiss,” he promised. “Just one long, sweet, goodnight kiss. Then, I’ll go to bed and leave you alone—I promise.”
“I do not believe you, but I find that I cannot say no.” Ty almost lost it when she held up her face for his kiss. No other woman’s surrender had ever been so sweet.
“Oh, baby, that’s it. What a doll you are.” Words of praise fell from his lips as he nuzzled the side of her face. “Will you do something for me, Aliyah?”
His question seemed to surprise her, and she quivered in his arms. “What would you have me do?” Her hand sought his skin, and he was pleased that she stroked the side of his face where the stubble of his beard grew so dark and heavy. “Ahhh,” she gasped at the unfamiliar texture. “This feels like fine sandpaper.”
“Hell, what was I thinking?” He started to set her down.
“What did I do wrong?” she asked, not realizing how disappointed she sounded.
“Not a thing, honey. I just don’t want to tear up your tender skin with my rough ole beard. I should have shaved.”
Before he could say another word, she put her arms around his neck and laid her cheek against his. “I like the way you feel. Your hardness makes me feel soft.” At her almost naive admission, he lost control.
“Kiss me, baby.” He spoke right at her lips, his mouth millimeters from hers. “I need for you to kiss me, Aliyah.”
“Oh, yes,” she acquiesced. “I will give you a kiss, Tyler. Just one kiss.” Without further prompting, she touched her mouth to his. Delicately. Her soft lips danced against his, testing the waters. The kiss they had shared earlier that day had just been preliminary—a prerequisite to this unbelievable merging of breaths, this miraculous linking of souls. Aliyah sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Ty tightened his grip on her, letting his hands slide south until he was cupping her bottom with his hands. Without him asking, she made them both happy. Instinctively she settled deeper onto his lap and wrapped both legs around his waist. He grunted his approval.
Her exploration of his mouth proceeded. Tentatively, she traced the seam of his mouth with her tongue, once, twice, a third time. “Open, please?” Her small request caused his heartbeat to ripple out of rhythm. He obeyed. The next thing he knew, his head was cradled in both of her hands and she was kissing him like there was no tomorrow. “Mmmmm,” she moaned her appreciation. “You taste so good, Ty.” His fragile hold on self-control failed. Taking over control of the kiss, he devoured her lips, sucking on her tongue, turning his head sideways so that he could deepen the kiss to its fullest extent.
When she ran out of oxygen, Aliyah lowered her head to his shoulder and gasped in astonishment. “That was…that was incredible.”
Ty was as shaken as she was. This was damn serious. He had never reacted to a woman this way before. Inhaling her natural essence, he placed soft kisses along the length of her neck and down along the smoothness of her shoulder. “That was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, baby.” She began lifting herself off of him and he let her. A promise was a promise. He ought to get a damn medal for willingly depriving himself of what he craved the most.
“I will go and get ready for bed. Now, you understand why I must sleep on the floor.” She stood up, started to move away, then stopped. “Thank you for letting me touch you like that. My life does not normally allow for the luxury of affection.” Turning, she picked up her duffle bag and retired to the bathroom.
Even though every cell in his body screamed with need he let her go.
Aliyah closed the door behind her and leaned against it. My God! Every inch of her body was vibrating with lust. How was she going to keep him at arm’s length, and did she even want to? But what would be the point? Pleasure, her body screamed at her. Pleasure!
Facing the mirror, she looked at herself—making herself remember why she could not give in to her desires. Scars. Shame. Pariah. Her skin was flushed and there was a faint rash on her face and neck where his beard had abraded her flesh. For the first time, Aliyah wished she was just plain Aliyah Sharon, fairly attractive, sexually inexperienced, lonely for the touch of a man—just a regular girl.
Her cheeks flamed hotter when she thought about what had just happened with Tyler. He didn’t know it, but she had never had the luxury and joy of touching a man she was attracted to. And, merciful heavens, was she attracted to this incredible man. Today, when they had worked together to subdue the two gunmen, she had loved watching him move. He had been so powerful and sure of himself. More than anything she had wanted to relinquish her tight control and let him have his way with her.
And when he had kissed her, shalom! Closing her eyes she remembered how it felt. Never had she been kissed like that. Every adolescent fumble was forgotten, every duty-bound embrace to gain information was banished from her memory. The cruel gropings of Yasin and Moshe vanished without a trace. The only memory left was this wonder—this all-consuming union of two into one was amazing in its splendor. How had she lived without such pleasure?
Pulling her shirt off over her head, she could see her areolae were swollen and poking against her bra, the nipples hungry against the lace. Unfastening her bra, she cupped her own breasts and pulled at the nipples, imagining Ty’s fingers and lips on them. She could feel the wetness begin to pool between her thighs once more, and for the first time in a very long while, she was tempted to try and bring herself to release. But knowing he was right outside the door, she was afraid she would make some type of noise and he would know what she was doing. Turning the shower on to ice cold, she stepped under it and gasped. Damn! He would have heard that cry and might think she was guilty of doing the very thing she was depriving herself of. Placing a hand over her mouth, she stifled her outcries until her body acclimated to the freezing temperature. Taking the soap, she quickly washed off, stepped out and dried her shaking body. At least now, the desperate hunger for Ty was tamped down to a manageable level.
After brushing her teeth and slipping into a tank top and sleep shorts, she eased the door open and flipped the light off. He might be asleep and she didn’t want to awaken him. But when she stepped back into the room; Ty wasn’t even lying down. He was waiting for her.
Her eyes moved to the bed and she couldn’t believe what she saw. He had moved the cushions from the couch to the bed, stacking them so that she could recline on them comfortably. She could sit up, but still relax against a soft, cushy surface. He had added two pillows to the mix and even pulled the covers back. Somehow, he had made it look decadent. From out of nowhere, tears began to form in Aliyah’s eyes. No one had ever done anything so nice for her. “Ty?”
“Come on, baby, see if you think you can rest here.” There was no way she could say no, and to tell the truth, the nest he had made looked very inviting. She was tired, and sleeping next to him was a treat she really didn’t want to deprive herself of—not that anything was going to happen.
He began to take off his clothes and Aliyah tried not to watch, but she wasn’t successful. Pulling off the shirt, he shrugged those massive shoulders and Aliyah was treated to a view of the most magnificent chest she had ever envisioned. Ty was ripped! And his chest was lusciously covered in a light dusting of soft brown hair. For a second her mouth hung open, then she caught herself and looked away but, after a few moments, she couldn’t stand it, she had to look again.
Tossing the shirt, he began pulling down the lounge pants. If she wasn’t mistaken, he flexed his muscles a couple of times, perhaps he was stretching. And once he even turned around finding a place to put that precious hat, giving her a panoramic view.
Nudging his socks off, he stood clad only in a pair of tight, white underwear that did little to hide his ample endowments. Aliyah gasped at the sight. Glancing up to his face, she saw him grin. Her cheeks flamed! Ty had seen her looking, and he definitely had heard her reacting like some innocent, naive school girl. She couldn’t help it. He was just so hot!
That chest narrowed down to a trim waist and a well-defined, tight ass. His muscular legs were strong and sturdy. But what made her gasp was the size of the bulge. Ty was aroused! Hugely aroused! Even though she had been schooled in seduction techniques by a faction of Mossad, when it all boiled down, Aliyah had only been taken five times. And none of those times had been about pleasure.
Knowing she was a virgin, her trainers had coldly and clinically taken care of that encumbrance before she had been sent on her first assignment to gain information. Luckily the man had been easily duped, and taken with her looks. The fact that she was awkward and unresponsive hadn’t been a deterrent in his greedy fumblings.
It was Mossad policy that a female operative only be asked to exchange sex for information one time, but she had been called upon twice. The second time had been much like the first. Both times had been successful, but she had scrubbed her skin raw in the shower eradicating their touch. And the two times that Yasin had raped her, she had been too exhausted and too tired to fight back. So bottom line, her sexual experiences ranged from revolting to horrific.
Tyler thought he wanted her, but he did not understand everything that had happened to her—the humiliation, the degradation, the whip.
She was not worthy of Tyler Landon.
That thought proved to be the one that put a little steel back into her spine. Facing him again, she managed to look at his face instead of his crotch. “Thank you for preparing this place for me. I will gladly try to rest here.” As if entering a mine field, she carefully climbed among the pillows and cushions and eased down into their downy softness. She faced away from him, but in a moment she felt the bed give and knew he had joined her.
“Can you turn around this way, so we can talk for a little while?”
His voice was much closer than she expected. She felt his breath ruffle the back of her hair. Aliyah knew if she turned, they would be face to face.
“Come on, sweetie. I won’t bite. Not if you don’t want me to.”
He didn’t touch her, and this gave her the courage to turn over. “You would like to talk?”
“Yes.” He took her hand in his and began massaging the fingers. “I noticed you rub your hand a lot, does it hurt you?”
Every stroke he made to her hand, she felt between her legs. “The sheik’s torture master broke a bone every time I tried to escape.” She spoke matter-of-factly; it was old news as far as she was concerned, and all of her bones had healed. It was her mind and spirit that hadn’t gotten over the torture.
“Damn! I promise you this, sweetheart. If I ever get the chance, those two sons of bitches will be deader than a door nail.” His anger on her behalf warmed her heart.
“Thank you, Tyler.” Gently, she leaned over just enough to be able to brush a kiss to his cheek. She heard a faint, deep growl in his throat.
It was all Ty could do to keep from pulling her to him and feasting on her mouth, but he didn’t want to spook her. After what she’d been through, it was to be expected that she would be leery of a man’s touch. She was such a sweet enigma—brave, fragile, strong, yet soft. Tyler Landon found himself in the unfamiliar position of wanting to know as much about a woman as possible. “You’re welcome, baby. Now, talk to me,” he urged.
“All right.” She sounded a little grumpy.
Baby is tired. His Dom tendencies wanted to emerge, he would have liked nothing better than to pull her onto his lap and rock her to sleep.
“Does being flat on your back bother you if you are awake?” This was pertinent information. He would need to know this when they became lovers, which wasn’t going to be long off, if he had his way.
“No, only when I try to sleep. Flashes of panic wash over me, I feel like water is still rushing down my nose and throat.” Hanging her head, she looked ashamed. “A Mossad agent should not have these types of weaknesses.”
“You stop that, sugar,” Ty crooned to her. “You’ve been through hell, and I’d say you came out of it mighty fine.”
For a moment, they were silent, then she urged. “Tell me about your encounters with Saldado. I heard some from Captain Alvarez, but I’d rather hear it from you.”
That topic of conversation wasn’t exactly what Ty wanted to converse about. He was still operating in full seduction mode, but he decided to play nice, for a little while. “We’ve been tracking Saldado’s Zetas for over a year. We knew he had help here in Texas, we just didn’t know it was coming from men who had promised to uphold the law—like the ones in Centerville, apparently. Our big break came when I got my hands on a book that named names, places, everything. Cooper, my new sister-in-law, provided us with the evidence we needed to clean up an entire town down close to the border. Her ex-husband had been one of the ringleaders. It turns out she was never legally married to him, he was a nut-job. Hawkins abused her, both mentally and physically. It’s a wonder she survived.”
“Is she well, now?”
“My brother worships the ground she walks on. He will devote his life to making her happy.” At Ty’s words, a wistful look passed over Aliyah’s face.
“That is good. A love like that is rare, she is very lucky.” He waited to see if she would say more, but she urged him to return to the original topic. “Tell me more about Saldado.”
“He, alone, has been responsible for forty percent of the drugs coming across the border. We have evidence that he has been involved in money laundering, extortion, murder, kidnapping, and even arms trading.” Aliyah didn’t react until he said the last two words, then her whole body tensed. Ty filed that fact away for future reference. “As you probably know, he’s been elusive; a veritable ghost.”
“Yet, you now have seen his face.”
“I can give a general description, not a complete one. I didn’t see him face-on, so I can’t be totally sure. I took a picture of him with my camera phone, but I was a good distance away and the angle was bad. It wouldn’t hold up in court, but Saldado does not know that.” Ty wasn’t ready to tell anybody what he suspected. If Tyler saw what he thought he saw, then Saldado was a rock star. Literally. In fact, Ty owned all of his music. However, he wasn’t perfectly certain, and that kept him from blowing the whistle and exposing him to public knowledge.
“You saw him murder another Ranger, did you not?”
“Yes, Roscoe Norris was a twelve year veteran. He had a wife and three children. After two months of intense investigative work, Norris had discovered a warehouse in San Antonio that was being used to store hundreds of tons of cocaine. He had set up a meeting with one of the front men, a Guatemalan named Lopez. We had a snitch who was feeding us information on deals and wheels—methods of transport. Lopez got to the snitch and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse—threatened his family. Manuel, our snitch, folded like a house of cards. So, Saldado was ready for Norris. I arrived just in time to see him executed. Never even had a chance to fire my pistol. It was too late to help Norris, so I could have just watched and learned, and they wouldn’t have detected me if my dang foot hadn’t slipped. I had discovered a place up in the rafters that could be accessed through an air vent; it was the perfect place to view everything that was going down. I got away, but just barely. Like me, one of the foot soldiers had his cell phone and got my ugly mug, and now there are wanted posters of me all over Mexico, I hear.”
“You can rest easy now, I will watch over you.”
She spoke with such self-assurance that he laughed. “As I will watch over you, how about that?” He brought her hand to his chest and pressed it to his body as if sealing a connection. “Aliyah, I’ve never been more attracted to a woman in my life, and I don’t see a deadly Mossad agent when I look at you. I see a woman with luscious curves and baby-soft skin that just begs to be touched. Honey, I’m having the devil of a time staying on my side of the bed.”
“You are?” Her voice was filled with awe, as if she couldn’t quite believe his declaration.
“Yeah, I’m lying here with the biggest hard-on you’ve ever seen.” He ached to put his arms around her, and if she gave him one indication that she would welcome it, he would be all over her like a duck on a June bug.
“Ty, I cannot.” Her words stabbed into his heart.
“Why, baby?”
“Do not make me explain, please.” Any other explanation and he would have backed off, but the idea that she was hurting was more than he could bear.
“Sweetheart, you can tell me anything,” he assured her.
“I want to, and maybe, I will, but let me think on it. Please?” Her small request had his insides tied up in knots.
“All right. Why don’t we get some sleep?” He pushed a lock of hair back from her face. She surprised him when she turned her face and pressed her lips to his hand.
“I will sleep well, here by you.” With that she shut her eyes and he turned off the light. Pulling the covers up over them both, he shook his head at the tent pole that his dick made under the sheet. It was going to be a long, hard night.
By the light of the moon that filtered through the window, Ty watched her sleep. She was so small and lay so still. He moved as close to her as he could without actually touching her. Gradually, her body gravitated to his warmth. God, he couldn’t stand it. He had to touch her, cuddle her, hold her close, and that was the way they slept until early morning.
* * * *
Aliyah jerked awake. She had been touched! Every battle instinct that she had went on red alert. Slipping the knife from her thigh, she flipped her attacker onto his back and held him at her mercy. With one slight move she had the knife right where it could do the most good. The tip end of it nestled at the base of a tender sac. The only thing saving her nemesis was his thin BVDs.
About two seconds later, she was awake enough to realize it was Ty she had waylaid. She remembered where she was and how she got there. Still, opportunity was knocking and Aliyah was nothing if not resourceful. A quick thinker, she decided to play the hand she had been dealt. “All right, Ranger Landon. Do I have your attention?”
“Undivided.” She had to give him credit, he appeared to be nonplussed. “I’m sort of attached to my business, baby. What did I do to get your dander up?”
“You must have touched me in your sleep. This is how I react when I’m startled out of my slumber.” She could feel his cock pressing against her. It was hard and throbbing. Had he been like this all night? Poor baby. Mustering up her courage, she decided to make the most of the situation. “I will do you no permanent damage, if you cooperate.” She kissed him on the end of the nose. It was almost dark in the room, but she could still see his face quite clearly. To say he looked surprised was putting it lightly. “You are a living doll, Ranger. Would you like to be my man?”
Ty chuckled. “You turned the tables on me.” With a seemingly effortless twist of his body, he rolled her over until he had her pressed securely into the mattress beneath him. “The knife to my twig and berries wasn’t necessary, sweetheart, there’s nothing I’d rather be than your man.”
Aliyah was careful not to stick him as she pulled the knife from between them. Instead of using it on him, she threw it to the floor. For this she needed both hands. Edging one knee and one leg out from under him, Aliyah put an arm around his neck as if she were about to pull him down for a kiss. Instead, she applied unexpected pressure to a few strategically placed nerves, and flipped the two hundred fifty plus pounds of cowboy to his back. Now, she was on top, astraddle an erection as big and hard as an iron pipe.
“Oh, baby!” He laughed. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you.” With slow, caressing movements, he slipped his hands under her tank top. “What did you have in mind, Ah-Lee-Ah? You gotta know I’ll do most anything you ask, jump through a hoop, take a long run on a short pier. I’m yours for the taking.”
Moving slightly, she took hold of his hands, pulling them away from the bare skin of her back. She didn’t want him to find the scars—couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust and rejection on his face when he realized exactly who she was and what she’d had to do to survive. Kissing him across his brow, down the bridge of his nose, Aliyah trembled on top of him. “This is for the good of the mission. Our sexual tension, it is causing too much distraction. Now, lay perfectly still, or I will have to temporarily paralyze you.” She smiled so radiantly at him, that he started to volunteer for the paralysis, but he really, really wanted to participate in this sensual exercise. “Take off your underwear,” she ordered.
Without arguing, Ty raised his hips up and shucked his shorts. “Take off yours,” he urged, obviously aroused.
“My nakedness will not be required for this encounter.” She wiggled around until she fit her damp, silk-covered center over his engorged cock.
Tyler moaned his appreciation at the erotic contact. “I don’t mean to put in, doll-face. This is your rodeo, but it would all go in a lot smoother if there wasn’t so much material clogging up the works.” He caught his breath as she started to ease herself up and down over his tumescence.
Her clit dragged deliciously over the hard ridge of his flesh. Stop! She warned herself, her pleasure was not what this was about. She stilled, knowing she could not allow any intimacy on her part without revealing to him her sordid history. All the background information she had dredged up on him told her that he was a good man, while she was unworthy to lace his shoes.
“I want inside you,” Ty growled, trying to push her underwear aside. “Now!” he demanded.
Aliyah captured both of his hands within her own. “We do this my way or not at all. Understand?” She was talking big, but Aliyah was so excited she was already damp with desire. “I am in control.”
Ty clenched his teeth. “Hell! Fine! Whatever you say! Just please, for God’s sake, take off your top and let me suck on those sweet tits!”
His demand fired up her blood. For a moment, she debated the issue, then giving in to both of their needs, she surrendered on that point. Lifting her arms over her head she pulled the tank top off, revealing honey colored breasts tipped with nipples that were puffed up with passion, stiff and distended, seemingly reaching for his lips.
“Sweet Jesus,” he breathed. “How fuckin’ perfect can you get?” Reverently, he touched them, one in each hand, like he was testing their weight. Running his palms up the sides of the generous mounds, he circled them languorously. “I have never seen more beautiful breasts. Do you like that, Ah-Lee-Ah?”
“Oh, yes,” she sighed as she fought not to scrub her pussy over him. Her labia lips were cupped over his girth as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle—they fit like a matching set. “But do you have to say my name like it has seven syllables?” Laughing, she decided to enjoy the moment, so she put her hands over his, pressing them into the flesh of her breasts. “Harder,” she demanded.
He found her nipples with his fingers and began milking them with sure, toe-curling strokes. Aliyah leaned into his hands, the joy she was receiving from his touch was a thousand times more than she had imagined. “Suck them, Tyler. I need your mouth on me!”
At her bidding, he anxiously brought his lips to her breast. “Mmmm, I’ve dreamed of getting these into my mouth. Let’s see if they taste as good as they look.”
Aliyah closed her eyes in ecstatic bliss as he began to lave and suck and pull and suckle. Ty wasn’t quiet about it either. He expressed his enjoyment in moans and grunts of appreciation. Grasping his head with both hands, she kissed him on top of his soft brown hair repeatedly as he nursed at her breast.
“I want you!” he gritted, letting one nipple pop from his mouth. “I can’t stand it. I’m about to explode!”
She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anyone or anything in her life, but her sense of decency held her back. Aliyah wasn’t ready to bare her heart and soul, and until she could do that, she would not go all the way with him. Instead, she would give him relief. “I will take care of you.”
Before he could say Judge Roy Bean, she had slid down until her mouth was level with his penis. “Aliyah, what are you doing?” He tried to pull her up, but she held back. “I want to make love to you.” He knew his voice had a hard, desperate edge to it.
“Patience, baby, I am going to make love to you.”
The promise in her voice soothed him, but he was still confused as to why she was avoiding his ardor.
Aliyah closed her hand around his cock. “Ty, you are beautiful,” she praised him. “If it were possible, I know you would fill me up and it would feel amazing.” A sad note in her voice gave him pause, and if he hadn’t been about to burst, perhaps he would have pursued her wistfulness. “I am sure that you are an incredible lover,” she continued to praise him. With her lips and tongue she began a sure caress, rubbing her mouth up and down him, tasting, licking, letting her tongue dance over his silk covered steel.
“Let me show you, baby, how good it can be. Please?” Putting his hands under her arms, he attempted to pull her up.
“No.” She was insistent. “My way, remember?” Groaning, he fell back. She rewarded his cooperation by picking his cock up and taking the head of it in her mouth and bathing it with the warmth of her tongue. She sucked lightly, dipping the end of her tongue deep into the slit, sipping the essence coming out to greet her.
“Mary, Mother, Joseph…” mumbled Tyler as he succumbed to the pure pleasure he was receiving from her intimate kiss. “That’s right, angel baby, suck me, suck me hard.”
Ty’s hips began to buck upward as he sought to push more and more of his cock into her mouth. He did what she would permit, he stroked her head, he caressed her face, wishing she would let him show her what he could do! She had no idea how deep he could run his tongue up her channel or how sweetly he could suck on her little clit. She couldn’t fathom how many ways he could take her—driving his rod home with powerful thrusts and sensuous bumps and grinds of his hips—all designed to bring her an endless number of orgasms. But she refused to let him do anything to make her feel good. So, he lay back and enjoyed her gift.
Tyler felt like his dick was being massaged in hot, whipped cream. Every nerve in his body was screaming with enthusiasm. “That’s it baby, oh God, you’re good.” In the dim light of morning, he stole glimpses at Aliyah as she hungrily sucked his cock. It was one of the most arousing sights he had ever been privileged to see. Her little lips were stretched wide and she worked her tongue over and around his swollen glans like she was consuming a creamy dreamsicle. Her beautiful hair tumbled around her shoulders and hung like a curtain of brown silk. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Baby, if you’d let me, I’d eat your pussy and make you come a thousand times.”
She had her eyes closed, as if she were enjoying it as much as he was—not possible. Tyler was in absolute heaven. “I can’t take much more, doll. You’re making me crazy.” He had experienced incredible blowjobs from talented women, but nothing like what he was receiving from Aliyah’s sweet mouth. “Swallow, baby. I go crazy when you swallow.” She held his staff with both hands and swallowed several times, each time putting extra pressure on his dick right where he needed it. “Jesus! I am about to explode like that car bomb would have if you hadn’t been so sweet and brave.”
Tyler was shell-shocked. He was mighty afraid Aliyah had ruined him. Never again would he be able to enjoy sex with another woman. There was truly no comparison. “You’re so good, baby. So sweet, God, just let me touch you.” His hand reached for her one more time, but again she rebuffed his advance. “Please, Aliyah. I want you, just you.” Sex with another woman was sex, but sex with Aliyah was paradise. The difference between the two was Aliyah, herself. Unlike the others he had been with she was not acting out a role, or playing a part. She was not faking it, fulfilling her fantasy in some BDSM club. Aliyah Sharon was making love to Tyler Landon because she wanted him. Him. This amazing, multi-talented woman had the hots for him. God, how he wanted to bury his rod deep into her honeyed pussy. Tyler could imagine she would be oh, so tight, and oh, so hot. Right now—hallelujah—the Dominant was being dominated, and he liked it. God, did he like it.
Aliyah suckled and kissed, nibbled and licked. The more he seemed to enjoy it, the more it seemed she wanted to give. He tensed under her, every muscle going stiff, “Ah-Lee-Ah! Baby, let me up, I need to come, if you don’t want me coming in your sweet mouth.” He tried to pull out, but she held him tight. Holding his cock with both hands she stroked his shaft, massaged his sac and swallowed every last drop that he jetted down her throat.
Damn! Ty was sated, satisfied, replete and happy. An absolutely gorgeous woman was sucking the last bit of cum from the end of his dick and then she nuzzled his shaft and balls against her face. He held out his hand and she took it and brought it to her lips. As a final gesture, she pressed three kisses to his body, one just above his groin, the second above his navel and the third she dusted over his delineated abs. “Thank you, Tyler. I enjoyed myself very much. Now, we can work together and not wonder so much how it would be to touch one another.” Like lightning, she climbed from the bed, hurrying to escape to the bathroom.
“Aliyah!” Ty shoved himself off the bed. Damn! He was drained. She had taken everything he had! “Wait! Aliyah!”
He heard the lock click on the bathroom door. Laying one broad palm on the cool wood, he spoke in a voice that he knew she could hear. “When it comes to something I want, baby. I can be a patient man. And what I want is you.”
Aliyah’s heart still reverberated with thick, churning emotions. The bittersweet feelings cascading through her made what had happened much more important to her than it was to him, she realized that. He was an experienced, jaded lady’s man, and she was, God, she didn’t know what she was. Sex was something she had been forced to endure, but lovemaking was an overwhelming new experience for Aliyah. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Shivers of ecstasy still warred with twinges in her heart as she realized she could never do that again, it had been wrong on more levels than she could count. When he had growled her name in that sweet molasses way of his, she had doubled her efforts, seeking to get Tyler off so she could get out of the room.
Aliyah’s phone was ringing as she came out of the bathroom, so she had an excuse for not meeting Tyler’s determined gaze. Jagger Cruz had left a pickup at the local Wal-mart and would have someone go to the motel and drive her Jag to a safe location. She talked to her friend as she packed; Tyler followed her lead and quickly gathered his belongings. Next, she called a cab to take them to the meeting place. When she could avoid it no longer, she turned to look at him. It was no surprise he was focused entirely on her, his expression unreadable. “We will be on the road momentarily,” she offered.
“Why did you decide to give me a blowjob?” His question was flat and frank.
Aliyah didn’t answer for a few seconds. Did he regret it? He had seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps he now felt she had taken advantage. “You needed relief, and I am trained in ways to offer it.” She tried to appear offhand, unaffected but, somehow, she doubted she was pulling it off.
“Do you offer that service to all of your charges?”
His question shook her to the core, but she quickly covered up the shock. “You are the first, and I apologize if I took unfair advantage.” How stupid she had been!
Ty couldn’t stand to see her look as if she had committed a grave sin. “No, baby. I don’t want an apology. I loved what you did. What I want to know is why you wouldn’t let me love you back?”
The cab’s arrival gave her the opportunity to answer and retreat. “Ranger, I am your protector. And as your protector, I am honor-bound to protect you from myself.”

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Hi all,

I wanted to post this month about influencing the cowboy romance as a writer.

For me, it’s horse, country music, country music stars, the everyday cowboy on horseback, and those cover models who are real cowboys like Don Allen.

I got to meet Don this past weekend at Authors After Dark. Yes, we paid for him to be there as a muse for myself and Becky McGraw. He is the real deal, folks. He rides horses and everything.

Does riding horse make the cowboy? No, but it sure helps with the persona, right? I love to see guys on horseback with the cowboy hat, boots, jeans, and preferably no shirt. Just me, I guess.

Most of the time I can tell if a guy in a picture is the real deal. It’s just something about the way they were a cowboy hat. Real cowboys have them pulled down low over the brow, riding right on their forehead and ears. Guys who aren’t comfortable in a cowboy hat usually have the hat back on their heads a bit or it doesn’t fit right on their head. Drives me nuts!

What’s with the wife beater t-shirt? That’s so not cowboy! I have a Studs and Spurs cowboy calendar and I’m staring at the August cowboy. He’s in a wife beater t-shirt! Yeah, no, not in my world.

So anyway, what do you look for in a real cowboy on the cover of your romance novels?

I have a couple of pictures on my wall for inspiration and boy, let me tell you, they inspire! Jeremiah Young from Forever Kind of Cowboy is my favorite. I can’t post his picture here because it’s not mine to post, but boy howdy! And then there is my current work in progress inspiration, Joshua Young. He’s got that cocky little grin, gorgeous eyes and that hat pulled down low on his brow. YUMMY!!!

For those fans of the Young brothers, Joshua’s book should be out at the end of September. I’m shooting for that anyway and I’m about 34k into it right now. Title will be Kiss Me, Cowboy so watch for it everywhere!

Until next month

~ Sandy

P.S. Leave me a comment on your favorite cowboy look and I’ll pick a winner tomorrow for a signed ebook copy of Make Mine a Cowboy, my Amazon Best Seller and the start of the Cowboy Dreamin’ series.

Portrait of confident young man shirtless against grey backgroun

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N.C. Winters New Release Ride for a Cure

I have always had a thing for cowboys. I mean who doesn’t like a man with a sexy southern accent and sweet southern charm right? Now I am not from the south but I am a West Virginia country girl through and through.
Now let me give you a little bit of background from me. When I was fifteen I caught a glimpse of this sexy redneck, straight leg jeans boots, tee shirt and the most sexy bright blue bedroom eyes I have ever seen. I had to meet him, had to know who he was and what he was about. Well not much time had passed and low and behold his dad and mine (both single dads) became best friends. From that point on he became my best friend, we did everything together. After fourteen years of friendship that man is now my husband. He isn’t a cowboy, but he has so much charm and so much love for me that he reminds me of a southern gentleman. That is where a lot of the inspiration for the men in my books stems from. When I started writing Ride for a Cure it was all an idea I have head in my head for years, my dream is to open a summer horse camp for children with Autism and other disabilities so that is where the initial idea came from. Grayson is every woman’s dream. He is sweet, sexy, caring, loving and giving. He shows Tanley what a real man is capable of as far as what true love really is. If you are like me and a sucker for a happy ending this is the book for you!
N.C. Winters – Ride for a Cure

It’s almost love at first sight when a chance encounter at a local bakery, called Sweet Treats, brings Grayson James in close proximity with the woman who may change his life forever – Tanley West. Looking to place a large order for his charitable event, Grayson isn’t prepared for the connection he feels with the beautiful woman across the counter.
Tanley has never been much for the dating scene, but this might all change when she lays eyes on the handsome cowboy. His very presence nearly brings her to her knees. Taking his order proves to be more complicated than she bargained for, as she tries to keep her composure on the outside when she’s all but swooning on the inside. Somehow, she manages to get through the ordeal – that is until one text message changes everything…
True love and a happily-ever-after may be the frosting on the cake for this baker, but only if she’s brave enough to reach out and grab it with both hands.
Oh my God, when that man walked in I swear I thought my knees were going to collapse under me. He was easily six foot, with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes,
wearing a tight-ass pair of wrangler jeans and a white t-shirt which hugged his body enough for me to know he was seriously ripped.
I could see a tattoo peeking out of the edge of his sleeve, but couldn’t fully make out what it was. The hottie wore a cowboy hat which he immediately removed when he started talking to me.
The second he was out the door, I immediately ran to the back to find Presley. Presley and I have been friends our entire lives,
neither one of us came from a family who had much of anything and it was always our dream to own a bakery together.
So, as soon as we graduated high school we enrolled in The International Culinary School at The Art Institute of Dallas,
working two jobs each so we could have enough money for everything we needed to start our business.
The building was given to me by my dad’s friend Jamie. He had owned it as long as I could remember, but had never used it for anything.
We’d been open about a year now and business was thriving for us.
“Pres! Where the hell are you!” I was hollering as I walked all through the back looking for her. As I headed toward our office I heard her hang up the phone. “Hey, Tan, I’m in here” I went in and plopped down at my desk which sat next to hers. “Okay, ummm, Tan…what the hell? You look love struck,” she said laughing. I couldn’t help but smile at her. “Love struck, no, but totally slobbering on myself, yes,” I laughed as I tossed her the slip I’d made for the sweets Grayson had ordered.
“What the hell, Tan?? Almost three thousand people and you’re not charging him?” I sat up in my chair a little straighter. “Pres, he runs the Ride for a Cure organization. He does amazing things for children.
The least we can do to give back is make some damn sweets.” She leaned back in her chair giving me her uh-huh look. “Are you doing this for that reason, Tanley West, or are you doing it because he’s sexy?” She let out a giggle. “How dare you insinuate I would do that? I mean, yea, he’s beyond sexy. He is a serious sexy all on his own.” I laughed, but continued to convince my partner that what I’d done was the right thing to do. “I’ve heard of his organization before and it really is amazing what he does for people. So, I want to give back in a way, ya know?” I leaned forward, looking at my friend, giving her my most serious stare. “Plus I love horses, you know that, and I’ll do whatever I can to help a child, especially a special needs child have the opportunity to get to experience such an amazing animal.”
Presley just smiled over at me indulgently. “Well, I’m glad we can help in some way, but I’m so leaving it up to you to tell the employees what they have to look forward to next week.” I laughed as I stood up to head out to the bakery. “Yea, you’re so right. They’re going to hate my ass.” Presley nodded her head and grinned as she walked out of the office. “Yep, they sure are.”
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N.C Winters has called West Virginia home for a over 20 years, she resides there with her husband Shawn and there four kids. She is 100% country and loves mudding and traveling the back roads with her family. The quickest way to her heart is with flowers and a reese cup. She loves country boys, reading and a happy ending.

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Cover Reveal on New Book

Hi Everyone, last time I posted I had a new project that I couldn’t talk about.  Now I can talk about it.

I’m attending the BDSM Writers Conference in NY in a little over a week and was given a fabulous opportunity to put a story into the first ever BDSM Writers Con Anthology.

The time line for getting the story in was short and I had to come up with an idea that worked.  I’m happy today “Caro’s Fantasy” is now part of this collection.  Sorry, it’s now a cowboy story (maybe next year), but this was the one that spoke to me.

Here’s the cover:


From now until August 18th you can order the book at a 30% discount.  Just use the special code RAB.  You can go here to order.

And while I’m in NY I’ll keep a look out for cowboys, I’m sure they have them there.

Have a great day.

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Rodeo Dreams is HERE!

I’m so excited to announce that Rodeo Dreams is out now! I’ve got to tell you all about the blog tour but stick around until the end for an exclusive excerpt and a giveaway!

Where to buy: Amazon | Powell’s | Indiebound | B & N | Harlequin | All Romance | iBooks | Kobo | Google

Here’s the blurb:


    Ride straight to the top of the rodeo circuit—that’s June Spotted Elk’s dream. Having danced

It's here! Go read it!

It’s here! Go read it!

with adversity in the male-dominated world of bull riding, she won’t let anyone—not even a sexy, scarred stranger—get in her way. 

    Seasoned bull rider Travis Younkin knows what it’s like to make it to the top and then hit the bottom. Back in the arena to resurrect his career, he can’t afford a distraction like June. No matter how far he’ll go to protect her from the danger. No matter how deeply the stubborn and beautiful rider gets to him. 

    Because he’ll do anything for victory. But so will June.

I’m doing a short n’ sweet blog tour full of fun interviews and my very own Brick by Brick! Lego Book Trailer (My son has a LOT of Legos, so I get to play with them, too!).

The Brick by Brick! trailer can be seen at What I’m Reading (plus a first-chapter excerpt).

I’ve got an Author Spotlight up at Harlequin Junkie (with yet another teaser excerpt!).

I’ve got an extensive exclusive interview with professional bull rider Kara Vasquez (one of the few, the proud, the brave women to ride bulls!) over at Scorching Book Reviews–her story is simply amazing and I hope you take the time to read about her!

I did a radio interview at Nice Girls Reading Naughty Books–be sure to listen in!

And finally, I’ve got a Q&A up at Robyn Bachar’s blog!

Only 99 cents!

Only 99 cents!

One other thing I want to mention–my Men of the White Sandy books are on sale! YES! I’m just as excited as you are! Both Mystic Cowboy and Nobody are $0.99 at most retailers! Mystic Cowboy was a finalist for both the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and the Bookseller’s Best Award and Nobody was named by Romance Novel News and Books-A-Holic Anon as one of Nobody Websm their favorite books of 2014 (so far!)

Mystic Cowboy is available here: Amazon | Samhain | All Romance | B & N IndieBound | iBooks | Kobo | Google

Nobody is available here: Amazon | Powell’s | Indiebound  | B & N | All Romance iBooks | Kobo | Google

Okay, did you make it through all of that? Good! I knew you could! Now for your reward–an exclusive, extra steamy excerpt from Rodeo Dreams!

Mitch!” The bathroom door wasn’t locked, so in he went. The steam hit him like a wet blanket. Wasn’t enough to dampen his anger. “This has gone on long enough. I am not going to stand by and watch you build up that girl’s hopes and dreams. Introducing her to your mother? Are you insane? You know as well as I do that you aren’t gonna marry her. What are you thinking?”

He didn’t get an answer. Which only made Travis madder. “You listen to me, you rat bastard. You hurt that girl and I’ll make you pay for it, you hear me?”

Nothing. Just the sound of the water shutting off.

“Well?” he demanded. “Are you gonna stop leading her on, or am I gonna beat the hell out of you?”

There was no response, only the sound of water droplets hitting the shower curtain.

That did it. “You can’t ignore me.” He flung back the curtain.

His brain short-circuited.

Instead of Mitch, he found himself looking at the bare back of a woman, with a towel hanging down low enough that he could see the full expanse of golden-brown skin.


His body responded, but his own angry voice echoed back to him from the sunny-yellow tiles.

He’d been yelling at June. About June.

Her head tilted to one side as she squeezed the water from her black hair in long, even trickles. Even though he knew he was screwed in the worst sort of way, he couldn’t help but watch her hands methodically move down the river of wet hair. Strong. Steady. Sure.

She was going to kill him. He had that coming.

Finally, after he was positive he couldn’t take another moment without passing out from sheer mortification, she draped her hair back over her shoulder, pulled her towel tighter and turned to face him.

With an amused smile on her face. What the hell?

“You really think Mitch is leading me on?”

“Where is he?” he squawked, unable to not look as she gathered the towel into one hand, right below the soft sculpture of her collarbone.

“I’m not at liberty to divulge that information,” she replied, apparently oblivious to the fact that Travis had barged in on her while she was showering.

He tried to get his mouth shut. It didn’t work. “You aren’t?”

“Travis,” she said, sounding just as amused as she looked, “have you ever noticed that you are inordinately concerned with my safety?”

“I—uh—” She stepped one foot out of the tub, and that’s when he saw. Delicate little toes on the end of a perfect foot, each nail painted cherry-red—

His blood spiked again. No—he could not have a hard-on for Mitch’s girl, even if that pip-squeak was being a first-class asshole.

Which still wasn’t as big of an asshole as Travis was being right now.

“It’s sweet, really,” June went on, placing one damp hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she stepped the rest of the way out of the tub. Her touch almost obliterated the last of his self-control.

“What I can’t figure out is why you are so inordinately concerned with my safety,” she added, her fingers trailing down his arm until she stepped out of the bathroom. He had no choice but to follow her. “I mean, what does it matter to you if Mitch isn’t planning to marry me?” She stood in the middle of the room, the sunlight streaming in from the window making it hard to see her from the glow. “If you knew Mitch at all, you’d know that’s not in the cards. Where did you get such an idea?”

“He— You— His mother—”

Then she did something that completely shut him up. The towel slipped down to the ground with a barely audible whoosh, leaving her backside completely bare.

And her front side. And all sides.

He swore he saw some of the steam from the shower still floating around her, making her look like she was so hot she was smokin’.

Because hot did not begin to cover the vision that was this woman right now. He could see the firm curve of cheeks peeking out from behind that hair still dripping big, glossy drops of water onto the carpet as she took two steps to the bed and plucked something off the cover.

So slowly it hurt him, she leaned down and stepped into white lace panties. They slid over her skin like he wished his hands could right now, covering that perfect curve with a sweetness that made him throb.

All he could do was swallow. And watch, because Lord help him, she wasn’t done.

She grabbed a pair of jeans next, moving with a grace he wasn’t sure he’d ever really appreciated before. She was transforming from water nymph into cowgirl right before his eyes, a reverse striptease that wasn’t going to leave him satisfied. Would he ever be able to look at those jeans again and not see lacy white underwear over bronzed skin?

 Well, what do you think? I’ll give away an ebook .epub file to one randomly drawn commenter who tells me whether or not they’d ride a bull!



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The Malloy Family Continues

August is “Malloy Family” month for me. This series was the start of my publishing journey, with the “original” book 1, THE BOUNTY, published in 2004. That book was re-edited and republished 2 years later.

Here I am 10 years later, and book 11, THE JEWEL, is about to hit the ebook shelves on August 12. There is a book 12, and a book 8.5 in the works as well. The Malloys have become as much a part of who I am and my publishing journey as any real people have.

The JewelIt all started with my love of a series, especially western series. My favorite was Elizabeth Lowell’s “Only” series, with the family that I couldn’t get enough of. Reno was my favorite brother because he was the bad-ass. I turned that love of a series into my own. Now as I look back on the last 10 years I’m amazed at how far I’ve come, how different my writing is and how different I am.

But the Malloys are steadfast and true. They are the family who love one another no matter what, are there for each other and don’t let anything stand in their way of doing what’s right. They are who I want to be.

The entire series got a facelift with some amazing covers by Kim Killion at Hot Damn Designs. She’s created an incredible bouquet of beautiful for me. Now the covers match the stories and the hero and heroine to a tee.

THE JEWEL is a prequel to the original 8 books. It’s the story of a woman who is judged by her looks, which are in this case, stunning, and a man who is judged by the size of his wallet. Their journey is fraught with danger, violence and of course, love. This story poured out of me and I was caught up in Isabelle and Mason’s HEA. I hope y’all have a chance to read it and give some love to the Malloys.

In the meantime, for the month of August, I have a fun #MalloyFamily selfie contest! Get yourself a button (email me at cowgirlbeth@gmail.com), take a picture of yourself wearing it and tag me and #MalloyFamily on Twitter or Facebook. Easy peasy!

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It’s FINALLY August…

…and you know what that means, right?

Y’all are thinking kids go back to school, huh? I know plenty of people who celebrate that very thing, but no, that’s not what I mean. I home school, so…

No, August, for me and for a few others I know, means football. NFL preseason and more importantly, college football starts at the end of the month. In the Fall, I live for Get Up! It’s GameDay! Saturdays. Only 4 more to go until kick-off. However, for true college football fans, it starts on a Thursday night… I’ll be parked on the couch with a beverage, a thing of boiled peanuts, plenty of napkins because those things are messy, and the remote. I’ll hollar and yell at the television. I’ll curse and get mad. I’ll get all riled up and love the hell out of the fact that it’s my time of year again.

August also means Authors After Dark…

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I know several of us here on the blog will be attending authors and I hope some of the readers of the blog will be attending or at least be coming to the signing on Saturday, August 9th.

The conference is being held in Charlotte, North Carolina this year. It’s where I live and I’m looking forward to seeing everyone, to talking to readers I know and meeting new ones, seeing old friends and hopefully making new ones. There’s a lot of fun to be had, several parties, costumed balls, several fun and reader-centric panels, field trips, a ton of giveaways, and there’s so much to do around the hotel and in Uptown Charlotte.

If you’re coming, please hunt me down and say Hi! If you’re not, I hope one day you’ll give Authors After Dark a try… Next year, I believe it’s in Atlanta!

Have a great month of August, y’all…



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