Cowboys, cowboys everywhere! On sale, releasing, & a giveaway!

Howdy! November is a busy cowboy month for me. I have three, sexy, pushy cowboys all vying for the spotlight this month. ☺

First up, is my .99¢ cowboy!



Connor McCall, my biggest, clueless cowboy is part of another Cowboy Candy Shoppe promotion with six wonderful cowboy authors, Rhonda Lee Carver, Randi Alexander, Parker Kincade, Sidda Lee Rain, Em Petrova, and Gem Sivad ! Last time, I put Cole McCall on sale. This time, his older brother Connor is on sale. Read how a visiting former neighbor tamed the big, handsome, laid-back cowboy in HER UNBRIDLED COWBOY Harland County Series/Book 2: Connor.

Seven authors with seven cowboys on sale for .99¢ from November 27th – December 4th! (Shh…some are already on sale.) Visit the Cowboy Candy Shoppe for your one-stop shopping pleasure HERE 

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Next up, even more cowboys are on sale for .99¢! The Pre-Order is available for the Cowboy 12 Pack: Twelve-Novel Boxed Set I’m in with 11 wonderful, best selling cowboy authors: Cora Seton, Becky McGraw, Elle James, Sable Hunter, Sabrina York, Cynthia D’Alba, Randi Alexander, Paige Tyler, Shoshanna Evers, Beth Williamson, and Lexi Post!


The .99¢ boxed set releases January 20th, but the Pre-Order links are available right now:


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And finally, I have a new cowboy holiday release coming out December 1st!
HARLAND COUNTY CHRISTMAS is a prequel novella to my best selling Harland County Series.

**Giveaway**I’m giving away a free copy of one of the other four Harland County cowboys, Her Fated Cowboy, Her Unbridled Cowboy, Her Uniform Cowboy or Her Forever Cowboy, winner’s choice! Just leave a comment with your email address and you’re in the running! Good luck!**

The first cowboy to fall…


Accounting major Jen Dalton has one more year to earn her Masters before she graduates and moves out of Harland County to find a corporate job and maybe a good-looking businessman to boot. Cowboys were handsome and fun, but they didn’t stick. Neither did ranch hands. Experience has taught her they come and go, and some took a piece of her heart with them. Well, no more handsome, sexy, cowboys. She wanted a stay around, stable, lifetime type of guy.

Then she returns to the family ranch after a ‘hurrah to summer’ weekend with friends to discover Brock, the hot, one-night stand she’d given herself permission to enjoy, is the new ranch hand. And dang it, she’s just as drawn to his sexy grin, gorgeous green eyes and quiet strength. As the summer ends, classes resume, and the holidays near, the handsome, alpha cowboy has her rethinking her future. So does the unborn baby she’s carrying. Maybe sticking around Harland County isn’t so bad—if she could get Brock to stay, and break out of the ‘leave Jen and move on to another ranch’ mold.


Heat smoldered in his green eyes, and his warm breath hit her face as his mouth stilled just above her lips. “Are you sure about this, Jen?”

“What?” She blinked, trying to make sense of what he was asking.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” A muscle jumped in his jaw.

She was sure that if he didn’t kiss her soon, her teeth were going to start rattling from the fierce need rushing through her body.

“Just tell me to go, and I’m gone. No questions asked.”

Go? God, no, she didn’t want him to go. She wanted him to come. With her. Now.

“I want to do this real bad.” She clenched the fabric of his shirt in her hands and pulled him closer. With a groan, his mouth covered hers, nipping, tasting, devouring until she could hardly think straight.

As if sensing she needed more, he shoved his hands in her hair and tipped her head to his liking before he slid his tongue into her mouth to sweep inside. A sweet thrill shot down to her toes, pebbling her nipples in a shock of need.

Yeah, she needed him to keep doing that.

Releasing her grip on his shirt, she slid her hands up over his broad shoulders to lace behind his neck so she could press her peaked breasts into his firm chest. They remembered him. Remembered the exquisite attention he’d given to each.

He drew back and stared down at her with such hunger she shook for him. “Incredible.”

“You make me feel it.” Hot kisses, and touches, and looks, spiked desire to every pore in her body.

He grazed his teeth down her jaw, his stubble deliciously rough against her skin. “I’ve never wanted anyone”—he bit her earlobe and she gasped—“as much as I want you.”

In the space of a breath, his mouth was on hers again, tasting, drinking, killing her strength. She lost herself in his kiss, giving, demanding, trembling at the shockingly sensuous feel of his tongue stroking hers.

“I’ve thought of nothing but this since this afternoon,” he murmured against her lips. “Every damn second of the day.”

“Me, too.” She shook against him.

In a swift move, he lifted her up, and she grabbed at his hat before it fell to the floor.

“Where’s your room?” His voice was raw with the same need burning her from the inside out.

“Down that hall, first door on the left.” She motioned with his hat, her mouth nipping playfully at his jaw, while he carried her to her room in record time.

After he stepped inside, he kicked the door closed with his foot, and let her slowly slide down his hard, hot body. He was killing her again. Stepping back, she set his hat on her dresser, reached for the bottom of her sweater, and yanked it up over her head before dropping it on the floor, giving him full view of her black, lacy bra.

“Hot.” His gaze glittered as he stalked her to the bed, removing his shirt as she walked backward, exposing the lickable muscles and ridges her body wanted to explore again.

She dropped her gaze to the thick, mouthwatering bulge behind his zipper and heat shot between her legs. “Definitely.”

“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to burst,” he said, following her down when she fell backward onto the mattress. “And take you with me,” he said against her neck, his tongue swirling and licking, lips sucking and biting as his hands found hers and raised her arms above her head.

She arched into him, eliciting a groan that had him kissing a path over her cleavage while his hands trailed down her raised arms, over her shoulders, to cup her aching breasts. As if reading her mind, he brushed the black lace aside to expose her beaded nipples. “Gorgeous.”

And when he took one into his mouth and brushed the other with his thumb, she let out a needy moan that echoed around them. “Lift up,” he commanded, then slipped his hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor. His gaze devoured her naked chest, darkening as her breasts bounced when she dropped onto her back.

A second later, his mouth and hands took turns on her body, driving her out of her mind. She clutched the back of his head and thrust her fingers through hair that flopped over his forehead in gorgeous shades of golden amber.

His teeth nibbled and nipped, quivering her skin, and she lost a few brain cells when he sucked a firm peak into his mouth. Oh, but it was so worth the lowering of her IQ. Then his fingers where circling and pinching her tight peak. She felt the pull between her legs, right where she ached for him the most.

When he lifted his head, his eyes blazed with the same heat and need she knew must be mirrored in her own. “Like that?”

“Yes,” she admitted, then grew bold. “Again, please.”

A sinful expression curved his lips before he captured her nipples and did as he was told. Liquid heat rushed through her veins, and he had her squirming and trembling with so much need she thought she’d fracture. The fact she was that hot and bothered with only the top half of them naked made her feel a whole lot of naughty.


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Today you can take home another NAKED COWBOY! Yee haw!


One lucky person will take home a Naked Cowboy today, one of the first four: Stark Naked, Buck Naked, Stripped Naked, Bare Naked. Winner’s choice. So leave a comment for a chance of winning and be sure to leave your email addy.

And now for the latest hottie.

Author’s note: for all my readers who wanted a cougar story in this series, this one’s for you.

Naked Desire

In Saddle Wells, she hopes to build a business—and maybe a new life—on the strength of that recipe. But she’s totally unprepared for her sizzling attraction to the artisan carpenter her new friends send her way. Jesse Orosco is ready to roll up his sleeves to renovate Cyn’s storefront, but it’s the self-doubt lurking in her beautiful eyes he wants to tackle first. The five-foot-nothing red-headed dynamo makes his mouth water, and not just because of the tantalizing aromas drifting from the back of her shop. The buzz about the rub’s mysterious ingredient has customers lining up for more, and soon everyone who tries it is making beautiful music in the bedroom—including Cyn and Jesse. But her reluctance to go public with their relationship—and someone in town with a jealous bone to pick—could drive a wedge between Cyn and her smoking-hot cowboy.


“How about taking a ride with me? It’s still early in the afternoon. I’d like to show you some of my work. Give you an idea of the kind of stuff I do.”

Cyn’s stomach muscles knotted. Go for a ride? With Jesse Orosco? Her hormones already were doing the Texas two-step at being in the company of a guy who’d invented the words sex appeal and who didn’t treat her like dirt. Besides, spending time in a car with a man who had to be nine or ten years younger than she was and set her body to doing a happy dance made her nervous.

“Come on, Cyn,” he coaxed. “I like to show off.” He looked at his watch. “One hour, then you’ll be back here.”

Why was she acting like such a scaredy cat? At forty-two, she should be able to keep herself under control. This was a professional situation, right? Except there hadn’t ever been a man who made her girl parts stand up and sing the way Jesse did.

Get it under control, kid.

Dusting off her own smile, she nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Lock up and we’ll head out of here.”

Cyn was glad she’d worn jeans today when she realized what a big step up it was into the cab of Jesse’s truck. Bracing her hands on the door and the frame, she attempted to hoist herself inside. Warm hands rested at her hips and lifted her effortlessly up to the seat. Even when he released her, she could feel the heat of his hands burning through the fabric of her clothes.

“Big step up there,” he acknowledged. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh.” She busied herself with the seat belt. “No problem. Thanks for the help.”

And please do not start behaving like an idiotic schoolgirl. He’s only a man. That’s all. And one who’s definitely out of bounds.

But for the first time in longer than she could remember, a man—this man—made her feel feminine and special. She found herself relaxing with him, asking questions about the town and the people who lived in and around it. She steered away from questions about herself, but beyond that, she found Jesse incredibly easy to talk to.

Her friends were right about his talent. Jesse was an artist, a craftsman. He took her to a couple of shops off the main drag where he’d done interior work and then to the library. Then he drove past some of the older homes where he’d done some restoration, pointing out some exterior work.

“I’d love to take you inside some of these places,” he told her. “And maybe I’ll call a couple of folks and see if we can drop by tomorrow or the next day. But I think you’ve got an idea of what I can do. Mostly it was the finish work I wanted you to see.”

Cyn didn’t remember the last time she had been so conscious of a male body near her. The flex of muscle in his tanned arms as he drove. The stretch of jeans across his thigh as he shifted from accelerator to brake and back. The way the denim cupped what she was sure was the best ass she’d ever seen.

And what the hell was the matter with her that she was practically drooling over him? Hadn’t she learned her lesson about men with Frank? Her scars from that disaster weren’t even healed yet, and here she was ogling a man she’d just met. She barely had the scraps of her life together, plus, if she hired Jesse Orosco, she’d be spending a lot of time with him. She needed to give herself a good talking to.








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A 12-Pack of Yumminess – Cynthia D’Alba

With American Thanksgiving fast approaching (EEK! I have to make the cornbread dressing and I haven’t made the cornbread yet! *makes note to bake the cornbread today*), I suspect that good tasting things are on your mind. Things like….


or maybe this…

BUT may I introduce you to a different yumminess? Not one, not two, not three, but TWELVE luscious cowboys sure to satisfy any appetite.



It’s coming January 2015 BUT you can pre-order your copy TODAY!  You cannot go wrong! $0.99 for 12 of the hottest cowboy authors today! Grab one of the links below and check it out.

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Don’t forget to leave a comment to be in the running for the monthly $25 gift card. Someone has to win. Why not you?

Until next month, keep ‘em moving.

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Sandra Jones is Giving Away a Cute Pistol Necklace!

I’m so thankful to Wild & Wicked Cowboys for letting me visit with you today. My latest release, Her Wicked Captain, is the first book in a new historical romance series, The River Rogues. These bad boy gamblers and gunslingers indulge their vices on steamboats on the Mississippi River—think pistol duels, cardsharps, and sultry nights.

To celebrate the book launch, I’m giving away a cute pistol necklace and nail art kit to one lucky commenter.


She played right into his hands.

Possessing uncanny people-reading skills like her mama, Philadelphia “Dell” Samuels has spent thirteen years in her aunt’s rustic Ozarks home, telling fortunes over playing cards and trying to pass as white. But the treacherous Mississippi River childhood her mama dragged her away from finally catches up to her on a steamboat captained by her old friend Rory Campbell.

Known to his crew as the Devil’s Henchman, Rory is a gambler in need of a miracle. Following the cold trail of his boss’s wife and bastard daughter, Dell, Rory has only one goal in mind: saving his crew from the boss’s cruelty by ruining him. The only one who can defeat the Monster of the Mississippi is the man trained to take his place. Rory’s convinced he can lure his boss into a high-stakes game against a rival, and with Dell’s people-reading skills, the monster will lose everything.

Under Rory’s tutelage and protection, Dell agrees to the tortured captain’s plan. Passion and peril quickly bring them together as lovers. But when Rory’s plan goes awry, the lives of the innocent depend on Dell’s ability to read the situation correctly—and hopefully save them all.



Vaguely she heard a clink and the sound of a bottle stopper. Then whiskey vapors burned in her nose as the rim of a glass touched her lips. A warm hand held her jaw steady, then she swallowed the liquid fire.

Warmth surrounded her suddenly. She forced her eyes open and found she was wrapped in a soft blanket in the circle of Rory’s arms. He carried her to the middle of the bed and climbed beneath the covers with her. Her cheeks went hot, thinking him naked, until she felt the caress of fine cotton against her side and realized he’d put breeches on while her eyes had been shut. She wriggled to give him space.

“Be still while I warm you.” His whispered command roused suspicion in her sluggish brain. How did he intend to do that? His hand rested on her bare stomach as his lips pressed against her neck. Delight curled through her as she felt the tip of his tongue trace her skin, his teeth grazing over her collarbone. His warm breath rushed out as he spoke across her, “I dreamt of you this way, but the reality is infinitely better.”

His thoughtful ministrations were too much, causing her composure to crumble. With the help of the whiskey that he’d poured down her throat, she found her voice. “I’m sorry I ruined your g-game. I’m s-sorry about Molly’s dress, and—”

“Philadelphia.” He pushed up on one elbow to look down at her, and his hair fell in shaggy waves around his face, reminding her of when he was an awkward youth. Charming. “That game meant nothing. It was supposed to be practice for you, and you were brilliant. The dress—I confess you were fetching in that dress, but I’ll buy Molly another. I’ll buy you scads more. I’m the one who should be apologizin’ for taking you there with little protection. I should grovel at your lovely feet.” He kissed the valley of her throat and his hair brushed her chin. He murmured, “Actually, I think I will.”

The bed shifted under his weight and he disappeared underneath the blanket. She lifted her head to see what he was doing when his large form maneuvered beneath the covers. Again she wondered at his intentions until she felt his coarse hands curling around her calves and his lips on the soles of her feet.

The tickle of his stubbled mouth sent vibrations humming through her. She squealed and clawed the bed, struggling against the impulse to kick. “Stop, stop!” she laughed.

Obediently, he left her feet, turning his kisses to her ankles, causing waves of heat to travel up her limbs. Higher and higher, his lips inched over her, pressing more tiny kisses along the inside of her leg.

Suddenly Rosemary Hughes’s priggish life as a schoolmistress dimmed in comparison to tonight’s adventures.

“Is it working?” he murmured between kisses.

“What? Oh. Yes.”


From Ramblings from This Chick: Sandra engages the reader with a range of emotions from hate to love and jealousy…This was definitely a fabulous read. 5 STARS

From Patty McKenna Van Hulle for Avon Romance: Ms. Jones gets my top score of 5 fingers up & 10 toes & pretty please WRITE FASTER!

From Kilts and Swords: This book was an exciting read about gamblers and revenge. Dell and her wicked captain are exciting characters and I enjoyed the journey they embark upon together.

From The Blogger Girls: Rory and Dell were great together.







Every lady needs a pistol! I’ll choose one commenter for the winner of my cute little revolver necklace AND I’ll throw in a nail art kit with little playing card stickers—perfect for a poker night in Vegas…or maybe just for playing solitaire!

For a chance to win both, just tell me what your favorite game is in the comments.

Good luck!




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Hibiscus Tree, Hibiscus Tree, How lovely are the branches?

HibiscusTree Okay, so that was kind of lame. But I couldn’t resist taking a picture of my hibiscus tree with my Christmas Tree in the background. Yes, I broke down this year and put my tree up BEFORE Thanksgiving. I know, that’s just wrong in so many ways. But I figured since I went that far, I might as well hang my new wreath on the door. Isn’t it pretty? My daughter made it for me. I waited as long as I could to get it out there and show it off. Okay, so I pulled the Halloween wreath down and stuck the Christmas one out there.

Are you an early Christmas decorator? Or do you wait until after Thanksgiving?Wreath My husband usually makes me wait until after Thanksgiving, but I’m already tuning in to the Christmas music on the radio. It’s the only time of the year I can get half of the lyrics right when I sing out loud in the car!

I LOVE Christmas time and I’m married to the Grinch. Sigh. I have to find my moments to sing out loud. At lease we can agree that we have to watch the traditional Christmas shows like White Christmas, Charlie Brown Christmas, Rudolph and Santa Claus is Coming to Town. What are your favorites?

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The best gift has nothing to do with the size of the package

Married to the love of her life, Audrey Anderson is ready to get this baby show on the road. Except six months of timing sex around her ovaries’ cycle has not only dampened their spontaneity, it hasn’t worked. She’s still not pregnant.

Jackson would love to give Audrey half a dozen children, but he can’t stand the heartache in her eyes as each month goes by with no “plus” sign on the test strip. Hell, he’s ready to call it and concentrate on just being a happy couple.

When a runaway mother arrives at the Ugly Stick with a newborn in tow and needing a job, Audrey, ever the tender heart, takes them in—at the saloon and her home—despite the baby’s presence being a constant reminder of her own empty arms.

Baby Mia turns out to be a blessing in disguise, but just as life settles into a rhythm as pleasant as a cow pony’s lope, the runaway mama’s painful past comes roaring after her with the force of a prairie tornado, threatening to destroy anything in its path, including Audrey and the Ugly Stick Saloon.

Warning: It’s the holiday season at the Ugly Stick and time to wrap the saloon in mistletoe. No need for hot cocoa, there’s enough pull-out-all-the-stops heat between this sexy bar owner and her handsome cowboy to keep every reader warm.

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Holiday Yeehaw!


It’s almost here! The holiday season. You’re either grimacing and giving me the middle finger or you’re racing to your attic to dig out your decorations.

For me, the holiday season means shopping. And whooeeee do I love shopping! I can shop anywhere–shoulder-to-shoulder with Black Friday crazies or sitting at my computer sipping hazelnut iced coffee (homemade of course!).

Shopping at this time of year means SALES! So I jumped on the bandwagon with 6 other awesome authors and we’re bringing you 7 titles at 99c each! Nov 27-Dec 4 you can find those here.

Holiday time also means I’m filled with the spirit of giving. I hand out gifts to family, friends and friends of friends. I stuff lottery tickets in envelopes for teachers and bus drivers and anyone who enriches my kids’ lives.

Since ya’ll touch MY life, I’m going to give away an awesome Wild and Wicked Cowboys tote bag.


How do you win? Leave a comment, of course! Winner will be drawn randomly. Contest closes on Nov 28.

Other goodies from Em:

I’m giving away a photograph of Jax from Sons of Anarchy! Signed by…drumroll…Charlie Hunnam! Enter rafflecopter here.

AND I’m giving away a signed poster of gorgeous, hunky country boy model Gary Taylor if you sign my guest book.

Because I’m a giver, I’m going to leave you with not 1 hot cowboy but 2! Read on for a smoldering excerpt from REINING MEN now available for pre-order and in your e-reader Dec 30!

Steam rose from the water and wove around Jack as he sank into the hot tub. Pleasure crossed his face, but Lissy didn’t notice that too long. She was too busy being jealous of the dew on his chest. She wanted to be those water droplets.

His muscles rippled as he took a seat in the water. Paul rounded the corner, and her breath caught. Damn, he looked good in a towel. His chiseled abs drew her attention—until he dropped the terrycloth.

He stepped into the water and extended a hand to her. “Come in, darlin’.”

Fighting the shiver that raced down her spine, she took his hand and dipped a toe into the hot water. Groaning, she stepped in all the way and seated herself next to Jack. Paul pressed close on her other side.

The jets spewed bubbles, and she focused on them until her vision blurred. How had she gotten here? Not only to the ranch but how had she become a cowboy sandwich filling?

Muscles hemmed her in. They’d just blown her mind, and it seemed Paul had broken through the barrier that had once held him back. He relaxed against the back of the hot tub, arms stretched out and his hand on Jack’s shoulder. Their camaraderie was evident, but the way they stared at each other… Lissy had a hard time looking away.

“Lean back,” Jack said, his hand heavy on her upper thigh. She rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled against Paul’s side.

Fatigue washed through her as the heat and jets massaged her. The hot tub was set between high walls, hidden from the ranch. The guys had assured her the others were in the auditorium and no one would see them.

“What’s going on in the auditorium?” she asked.

“A munch,” Jack said.

She flushed to the roots of her hair, imagining all those cowboys taking turns “munching” on the women.

“It’s a term for a social gathering for people interested in BDSM. We have one most weeks.”


“We didn’t think you’d want to, but if you wanna go—”

She cut Jack off. “No. I’m happy with the hot tub.”

Damn, was she. Best decision ever.

Smiling to herself, she felt her muscles loosen a little more.

Paul’s fingers came at her, walking up until Jack’s joined his and eight fingers met at the V of her legs. How was it possible that she was instantly revving already? She’d just had two huge orgasms and countless ones with Jack in the days leading up to this.

Paul spread her pussy lips, and Jack delved his finger inside.

“Ahhhh.” She squeezed her eyes closed, letting them take over. They pressed her between them, and she heard the wet meeting of lips. Jack teased her inner walls with slow finger thrusts, curling the tip against a spot that made her pussy flood.

The hot tub sputtered and the bubbles stopped. With a grunt, Paul removed his hand. Lissy bit off a moan of disappointment.

“Damn jets.” Paul got out of the hot tub, water streaming off his tanned flesh and cutting paths through his thigh hair. She and Jack watched him circle around the unit that obviously housed the controls.

He dried his hands on a towel and slung it over his shoulder. Seeing a man crouch in the buff was…whoooeee. Lissy would have started sweating if she wasn’t already so warm.

“Nice fucking view, man,” Jack said.

Paul shot him a grin before opening the panel and fiddling around. A second later the jets hummed to life again, and bubbles popped around them.

As Paul strutted back to their seat, she could see how proud he was of himself.

“Paul’s Mr. Fix-It around here. Even though he spends his days in the bungalows, he’s often called out to repair things on the ranch.”

“I don’t mind. I enjoy working with my hands.”

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Cowboys (and Cowgirls) Love My Biscuits! Here’s the Recipe

At least once a week, one of the family says, “Make us some biscuits, pleeeeeeze!” I can’t resist that sweet little pleeeeeze, so I get out the buttermilk and whip these up. It’s a simple recipe and the results are mouthwatering. Give it a try!


Southern Biscuits

~~this recipe makes 10 biscuits, so double it if you have a hungry bunch~~

2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour, plus more for kneading
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons butter, very cold
1 cup buttermilk

  1. Preheat your oven to 450°F (425°F if you have a convection oven.)
  2. Combine the dry ingredients in a bowl, or in the bowl of a food processor.
  3. Cut the butter into chunks and cut into the flour until it resembles coarse meal.
  4. If using a food processor, just pulse a few times until this consistency is achieved.
  5. Add the buttermilk and mix JUST until combined.
  6. If it appears on the dry side, add a bit more buttermilk. It should be very wet.
  7. Turn the dough out onto a floured board.
  8. Gently, gently PAT (do NOT roll with a rolling pin) the dough out until it’s about 1/2″ thick.
  9. Fold the dough 5 times.
  10. Gently press the dough down to 1 inch thick.
  11. Use a round cutter to cut into circles.
  12. Place the biscuits on a cookie sheet-if you like soft sides, put them touching each other.
  13. If you like “crusty” sides, put them about 1 inch apart.
  14. Bake for about 10-12 minutes-the biscuits will be a beautiful light golden brown on top and bottom.

So now you have my secret family recipe (which I think my sister-in-law found online somewhere) but these are great with soup, and warmed up the next morning they make great egg sandwiches. My favorite is a biscuit hot from the oven, spread with butter and dripping honey. I hope your cowboys and cowgirls enjoy these as much as mine do!

And now, I need to figure out a way to work these biscuits into a love scene in one of my books. Hmmm, honey, butter, biscuit. Any ideas for me?
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Navy SEAL + Texan = SExan!

Okay, so groan over that title. It’s terrible, I know. But it’s the first thing that popped into my mind, and what pops in has to come out or I’ll ‘xplode! And yes, I’m two.

Today’s the second day of release for an anthology I’m part of: SEALs of Winter. It’s doing really well on all the major ebook sites. It’s a superbundle you don’t want to miss. For now, it’s just $.99—but that price won’t last long. Pretty cover, huh?

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My story is pretty simple love story and it’s connected to my Lone Star Lovers series.

Rules of Engagement

Callie Murphy’s never been one to moon over a man. Fairytale romances don’t exist outside of books and she’s seen first-hand how transitory love can be after watching her mother fall in and out of marriage.

Derek Tilden hammered home that truth when he joined the Navy to become a SEAL—he was the boy who couldn’t wait to see the world and she was the girl ready to plant deep roots. Now he’s back and asking her to marry him one last time… 

Callie Murphy had never been one to moon over a man. Fairytale romances were best left to novels. After all, she’d seen first-hand how transitory love could be after watching her mother drift in and out of three marriages, only to be left disappointed when “true love” faded. However, the video Callie watched for the thousandth time stirred a wistfulness inside that left her feeling restless and thinking about what might have been.

Just the sight of that warm, steady gaze enveloped her in warmth. The deep timbre of his voice as he sang raised the fine hairs on her arms and caused her nipples to prickle, because she remembered that same voice murmuring in her ear in the darkness.

Knowing she’d never get his approval for security’s sake, she’d snuck this recording of their Skype session using a plug-in installed on her computer because she’d wanted something of him to linger after they’d said their goodbyes. This recording been made before their final breakup. Now, watching and listening to him was a form of self-torture. Wearing desert camouflage pants and a brown tee stretching across a well-muscled chest, his dark hair a little shaggy and his beard scruffy, he was all man. All complication. Those piercing blue eyes stared into the camera at her, steady and determined, and Callie couldn’t help the tears welling in her eyes.

Prickles of dismay swept over her as she imagined some other woman, someone not her, on the receiving end of one of his calls, being serenaded with that husky, smooth-as-silk voice. The last time he’d proposed, she’d been firm, making it clear she had no interest in leaving behind the life she’d built in Two Mule, Texas while he was set on a career in the Navy. Rightfully, he should have moved on. No one here in Two Mule would ever fault him. No one really understood why she kept refusing him, but then they hadn’t walked in her shoes through her childhood.

Her mother had followed that “broken road,” uprooting Callie three times, from the friends she’d made, from the roots she’d tried so desperately to sink deep into every place she’d lived. She’d never make that same mistake. Love faded, turned bitter and dark. When love ended, good people drifted apart, or worse, struck out at each other. She’d lived it, first-hand.

So when Derek had stood on her doorstep that last day before heading back to Little Creek, where no doubt his team would be deployed on more dangerous secret missions in the Middle East, Africa, or whatever foreign hellhole the powers that be scrambled a SEAL team for, she’d shut the door on everything he’d offered, despite the fact he’d been sincere—and despite the fact her own heart had twisted inside her chest at the disappointment darkening his eyes.

Watching the video now, him seated on a narrow cot strumming a guitar while he sang about roads leading him straight to some other woman, Callie couldn’t help sniffling. He’d known even before that last proposal that she’d say no. And yet, here he’d been, reaching out to her, letting her see inside his heart as he strummed out his pain.

Watching him as he’d given her a smile, and then sat back to pull his guitar across his legs, she remembered everything she’d felt—nostalgia for their long-shared past, irritation he’d never give up, and joy, deep inside, that his love had never waned, because she was selfish like that. Although she’d been unwilling to hitch her star along with his, she’d depended on his love.

She’d met him in high school, and they’d dated steadily. They’d even been one of the shining couples of the royal court at homecoming. At that time, she’d been carried away, in love, forgetting the hard lessons she’d learned, because he’d been so attentive, so affectionate, bringing her flowers on every monthly anniversary, giving her a tiny diamond promise ring in their senior year.

They’d talked about the future, but only in vague terms, her in terms of the house she’d have and the kids she’d want, him of all the places he wanted to see. One day, close to graduation, he’d arrived at her mother’s house to tell her he’d signed enlistment papers and would be heading to Coronado, California for Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training as soon as he graduated, and her world had come tumbling down.

She knew enough from listening to him talk to his friends about Navy SEALs to realize what he intended to become would put him in incredible danger. “How could you do that?” she cried, slapping his chest.

Derek reached out his hands, but she dodged backward. He’d stood, brows drawn down into a wrinkle and scratched his chin. “I thought you’d be happy. You know I don’t want to go to college, but this could mean everything to us. We’ll travel—”

You’ll travel. I’d be stuck in the desert in California or on the East coast while you…” Her voice broke, causing her to pause and suck in a deep breath. When she had herself back under control, she leveled a narrow-eyed stare on him. “Have I ever once said I wanted to travel?”

His dark brows furrowed in a deep frown. “Well, yeah, you dream about goin’ to Paris.”

For a week.” She glared, all her anger there for him to see. “How could you do this to me?”

His mouth firmed, and his expression closed. All the sparkle in his blue eyes dimmed. After that, the last days of high school had been a misery because he’d barely spoken to her.

Which only reinforced what she’d always known. Love never lasted. And his love of adventure was stronger than anything he felt for her.

Still, they hadn’t been able to completely break their bonds. Their mutual attraction was just too strong. They’d entered another phase of their relationship and seen each other off and on over the ten years he’d been away, even going on a dates when he was in town, which they’d both enjoyed. She’d written letters and sent him care packages filled with homemade cookies when he’d complained about mess hall food. “Met” his buddies through their correspondence, telling her how much they enjoyed her cookies and through the Skyped conversations they loved to interrupt with friendly shoves and wide grins. She felt she knew them. After all, this on-again, off-again connection had been going on for a few years.

The last time Derek had leave, he’d been a constant fixture on her doorstep. But once again on the last day before he caught a plane back to Virginia, he’d asked her to think about marrying him.

“Callie, I love you, have loved you for so long,” he’d said, holding both her hands. “But we’re not kids anymore. We both deserve more. Marry me. You don’t have to see the world—be my world. The rest will all work out.”

She’d swayed toward him, mesmerized by the heat in his eyes, her body still humming from his lovemaking. But she’d shaken her head and slowly pulled away her hands. Maybe out of habit. She wasn’t sure, because dear God, that time she’d been tempted to say yes.

The moment she’d withdrawn, she’d seen his jaw tighten. He’d given her a small smile. “Baby, I can’t do this anymore,” he’d said, his voice raw. “I won’t bother you again.”

Seeing him turn to walk away filled her with panic, and her breath lodged painfully in her chest. “Derek, I’ll write.”

“Don’t,” he’d said over his shoulder, a hand dropping as though he were tossing something away.

That had been five months ago, and she still heard that single, bitter word repeat in her dreams. Now, it was too late for anything but regrets.

The doorbell rang, and she closed the screen just as Derek ended the song and stared one last time into the camera. She’d frozen that moment dozens of times to read his expression. There was a hint of a promise, a firmness in his jaw. He’d made up his mind about something. He’d known even then he was going to move on if she didn’t give him the answer he longed for. The song he’d chosen, Broken Road, had said it all.

What had he expected? She’d told him on a dozen different occasions that they had no future, because he was the boy who wanted to see the world and she was girl who wanted to plant deep roots. But at last, he’d taken her at her word.

The doorbell rang again. She glanced down and grimaced. Today was her day off, and she was still dressed in her pajamas and a tatty old robe. It being the first week of December, the morning air would hold a little frosty bite. But what did it matter?

“Coming,” she called out, pasting on a polite smile. When she swung open the door, Margie the mail lady was waiting there, a friendly grin on her broad face, which exposed a gap from a missing tooth. Something that always caught Callie’s eye. Hadn’t the woman ever heard of partials?

“I have a package for you. It was too big to put inside your mailbox.” She handed the box to Callie. “You got big plans this weekend?”

Holding the package against her chest, Callie snorted and hoped the other woman wouldn’t linger long on her stoop. “This is Two Mule. Unless I hit the lottery, it’s gonna be the same ole, same ole.”

Margie gave her a wink. “Well, maybe you’ll have a better weekend than you expect,” she said, her smile turning sly. “How’s that handsome boyfriend of yours doin’?”

“Not a clue.” Callie shook her head. “Derek and I broke up a while ago.”

The older woman sighed. “A damn shame that. He’s a good-lookin’ man.”

Callie’s smile was getting stiff, but at last, Margie waved and backed off the porch.

“Thanks for delivering this…” she called after the postal lady, “…whatever it is.” She closed the door, eyeing the return address. There wasn’t one.

After heading to the kitchen counter, she dug for scissors in a drawer, then slit the packing tape to open it. Inside was a large book, an album, she realized. She pulled it from the box and flipped the cover back, only to draw a deep, sharp breath. The first photo was of her and Derek at the prom, both looking so young and in love. She flipped more pages and realized this album was Derek’s, because every page was filled with pictures that chronicled his life—his time with her in high school, his years of training, each graduation, pictures of his friends looking dusty and tired, sitting in some tent or barracks, interspersed with more pictures of her—ones she’d sent of her life, ones he’d taken when they were together. The album spoke of a disjointed life, but one that included the things that were most important to him, her, and his new military family.

Callie burst into tears. It was all too much—the melancholy that had lingered ever since she’d watched the video—now this? Her heart broke into little pieces as moisture tracked down her cheeks and her nose began to run. She wanted to pitch the album into the nearest trash can so she didn’t have to look at it again, but she kept it open, held at arms’ length so her tears wouldn’t spot a glossy page. Why had he sent this to her?

The phone rang and she hiccupped, wiped her face with the back of one hand, and closed the album, slipping it under the seat of the sofa as she headed to the phone. With a sniff, she lifted the receiver to her ear.

“How are you doing today?”

Macy Pettigrew’s whisky-flavored voice had Callie straightening her shoulders. Her boss and best friend was the least sentimental woman she knew. She didn’t call employees or her friends to simply ask them whether they were well, so the fact Callie had been wallowing in self-pity wasn’t something she was prepared to share. Macy would only tsk and tell her to she’d made her bed—without Derek—and now was the time to pull up her big girl panties.

“Do you need me for something?” Callie asked nonchalantly, an effort that was spoiled by her breathless delivery.

“Do you need me? You sound upset.”

A frown drew her brows together. “Really?” she muttered. “Who is this? Did aliens steal my boss’s body?”

“Ha-ha. Your voice sounds funny. You gotta cold, hon?”

“Allergies,” Callie said, wiping her eyes one last time. “That why you called me? You worried I won’t be in to work on Monday?”

Macy chuckled. “Margie’s already been by your house. Said you looked a little down, and wondered if you were moonin’ over some fine man you kicked to the curb.”

Slumping against the nearest wall, Callie rolled her eyes. The gift of a small town was also its curse. The grapevine was short as hell. Had someone had seen her watching Derek on her computer? “Am I really so predictable?”

After a long pause, Macy cleared her throat. “Saw his mama yesterday in the grocery store. She says he’s comin’ home. Be here any day. You gonna see him?”

Derek’s coming home? Callie gripped the handset hard. No wonder Margie had been grinning. She must have known. “I already told you; we broke up the last time he came home. He hasn’t contacted me so I don’t know his plans.”

Macy cleared her throat. “Still, the fact he’s back so soon has to mean something.”

“Maybe he just misses his mom. The last time he left he made it clear we were done.” Callie closed her eyes against a new welling of tears.

A sigh drifted over the line. “You need a pick-me-up? We could meet at Shooters for drinks.”

“I don’t feel much like company.”

“Well, if you need a shoulder to cry on…”

“Thanks, Macy.” Callie let her gaze stray to the computer monitor where Derek’s stare seemed to meet hers across the distance. “Macy, did I make a mistake?”

“I can’t tell you that, hon. You had your reasons. Sorry-assed ones, if you ask me. But Derek’s always known what’s important to you. And he knows you don’t trust easy. If he got tired of tryin’ to prove to you that you can trust him, can’t say as I blame him.”

Why did hearing her perfectly legitimate reasons for saying ‘no’ make her decision sound stupid? Callie sniffed. “Sure you don’t need me this weekend?”

“No properties to show. Stay home. Get stinkin’ drunk if you have to. He will show up in town, and you need to be ready.”

After Callie hung up, she glanced down at her ratty robe. She’d had her cry. And Macy knew she wasn’t much of a drinker, but Callie got her point. She’d spend the weekend memorizing Derek’s photo album and pouring through memories—one last time before she delivered it to his mother and moved on. Had he sent her the pictures as his way of purging her from his past? Derek was lost to her. She’d been the one to let him go, and she had no one but herself to blame for that choice.

The doorbell rang again, and she rolled her eyes. If her mother was standing on her step, ready to tell her to go after her man seein’ as he was coming home…

She opened the door. Sunlight blinded her but outlined the tall frame of the man waiting on her porch. Not that she needed to see his features to know who he was. Broad shoulders seemed to span the doorframe. A taut abdomen and narrow hips drew her hungry glance. He wore blue jeans, a tee that stretched over his muscled torso, and his old scuffed cowboy boots. His feet shifted.

He reached out a finger and tipped up her face. An achingly familiar gesture she’d missed. “Mornin’, Callie,” he said softly.

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White Collar Wedding – and a Thanksgiving Holiday Sale

It’s wedding-eve at Shadow Maverick Ranch. I think I’m more nervous than the bride and groom!

This one is for you, dear reader. I hope you enjoy Gavin and Lauren’s special day … and night.

An Amazon exclusive bonus short from Shadow Maverick Ranch. Only $0.99!

The wedding you’ve all been waiting for…

You’ve been cordially invited to the wedding of Gavin Mathis and Lauren Delgado…

ParkerKincade_WhiteCollarWedding_HRGavin has waited long enough to make Lauren his. He is counting the days until he will stand before his family and friends and pledge his life to hers. For better or worse. Forever.

Lauren is more than ready to say her vows, but with the construction of their new home far behind deadline, she knows there’s only one thing she can do … cancel the honeymoon so she and Gavin can supervise the completion themselves.

Gavin knows arguing with Lauren will get him nowhere. But missed deadlines aren’t worth missing a pleasure-filled week alone with his bride-to-be.

It’s time to take matters into his own hands…

Release Date: November 18, 2014


Available exclusively at Amazon for Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

EXCERPT from White Collar Wedding:

Three weeks before the wedding…

“We’re going to have to cancel.”

Gavin held onto his patience by a thread. “Lauren. Be reasonable.”

His bride-to-be spread her arms and twirled in the middle of what should’ve been their new kitchen, if the fucking contractor had done what Gavin paid him a fortune to do.

Lauren laughed with a manic tone Gavin could go the rest of his life without ever hearing again.

“I am being reasonable. How can we leave for our honeymoon when…” She waved her hand to encompass the area. Her beautiful eyes turned glassy with tears.

Son of a…

Gavin wanted to hit something. Lauren wasn’t prone to shed tears over messes and missed deadlines. She shared his no-nonsense approach to business. More than once he’d been in awe of her strength, the steel in her spine as she’d out-maneuvered countless boardrooms of men.

Every woman had her limits. It seemed the business of building their home had caused Lauren to hit hers.

What was supposed to be the happiest time of their lives had turned into a complete nightmare.

He glanced around the room, which was nothing more than a construction zone. The custom cabinets had been installed, leaving gaping holes where the appliances should be. There were no countertops. No trim. No. Goddamn. Sink.

And that was just the kitchen. The master bathroom didn’t have a shower. The guest bedrooms didn’t have flooring. The walls throughout had yet to be painted.

Anger fired his blood. Oh, he was definitely going to hit something—the chubby jaw of the bastard who’d left this shit undone.

“We aren’t canceling our honeymoon.” He’d waited more than twelve years to make this woman his. They were less than a month from making it official. Lauren deserved the wedding of her dreams, which included their honeymoon in Hawaii. He’d be damned if she wouldn’t get it.

Seemed Lauren had other ideas.

“Let me rephrase. It’s done. I called the travel agent this morning.”

“Damn it, Lauren. You should’ve talked to me before you made that decision for both of us.”

“Talking about it wouldn’t have changed the situation, Gavin, and you know it. Look around. Our home is in shambles. We’re scheduled to move in a month. You really think that’s going to happen if we aren’t here every single day to make sure things are getting done?”

Gavin couldn’t help but take her comment personally. He didn’t believe in micro-management. He paid good money to others so he wouldn’t have to. But the fact remained: the ranch kept him so busy these days that he hadn’t done his job to make sure their house was completed on time.

“So we postpone our move-in date. We’ll stay at the cabin a little longer. It’s not the end of the world, and certainly not worth missing out— ”

“No. We need to stay and deal with this mess. We can go on our honeymoon later.”

“With calving season right around the corner? You know I can’t leave my brothers to handle all the work.”

“They handled it themselves all the years you lived in London. You think they couldn’t handle one more?”

Gavin stared at the woman he loved, wondering at what point she’d decided to turn on him.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said slowly. “Clay has his hands full with the new stock coming in over at Ainsley’s. Even with Jared’s help, it’s all Pax and I can do to keep up without Clay. You know we’re hiring more help, but until then, it’s all hands on deck, baby. We’ve talked about this.”

He reached for her and muttered a curse when she stepped away.

“Lauren.” Gavin folded his arms to avoid the urge to reach for her again. “When I came back to Texas, I made a promise—to myself and to my family. I have a responsibility to be here for them.”

Lauren shoved both hands through her hair, leaving behind a mess of shining waves Gavin longed to bury his own fingers in.

She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I didn’t mean … of course we can’t go away during calving season. But we can’t go away now either. I wouldn’t be able to relax knowing things are such a mess here.”

Gavin was on her before she could retreat. He pulled her into his arms and breathed a sigh of relief when she melted against him. “I can think of a few ways to help you relax.”

“I have no doubt.” She nuzzled his chest. “I know it’s not ideal, but we could spend our wedding night at the beach house. Maybe spend a day or two there?”

He loved his—their—place on Galveston Island. However— “November isn’t the greatest time for swimming in the Gulf.”

“Who said anything about swimming?”

Gavin stroked a hand over her silky hair, struggling for the words to express how precious she was to him. He settled for, “All right, baby. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”

He’d find a way to give this woman the moon if she asked for it, but spending what should be their honeymoon fighting with housing contractors was not his idea of a good time.

He had to make this right.

It was time to call in reinforcements.

* * * * *

If you missed the journey to their wedding day: White Collar Cowboy will be on sale for $0.99 from November 24-December 4, 2014.

See how it all began …

ParkerKincade_WhiteCollarCowboy_200pxGavin Mathis is ready to settle down. He’s quit his job and come home to Shadow Maverick Ranch to do just that. Too bad his decision caused his beautiful former colleague to lose her job.

Lauren Delgado is a no-nonsense businesswoman. She’s had a crush on Gavin for years, but has a strict “hands-off” policy with the men she works with. When her life takes an unexpected turn, there’s nothing to stop her from accepting his invitation to Galveston Island, where the policy is definitely hands-on.


Praise for White Collar Cowboy:

“Ms. Parker’s writing and dialogue is so very finely tuned that there’s not a superfluous word or action between this hero and heroine, and my, do those words and actions leave you on the edge of your seat!” – Top Pick – The Romance Reviews

“Parker Kincade is a wonderful writer and has the ability to immediately pull the reader into her story and enrapture them from beginning to end.” – 4 Stars – The BookChick

“Parker Kincade knows how to write romance HOT! You will be left breathless and begging for more.” – Mandy Harbin, National Bestselling Author

“Parker Kincade has done it again with her first novella in the Shadow Maverick Ranch series. White Collar Cowboy is a down-to-earth, sexy romance about real people with real world problems who find their happy-ever-after together.  Can’t wait for the rest of the Mathis siblings’ stories.” – Monette Michaels, author of the Security Specialists International series

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Everyone loves their accessories. Where would I be without my computer or my phone or my car? Everyone has things they can’t do without, like my Kurig coffeepot! A Cowboy is the same. He has to have his horse, his truck, his trailer, his saddle, his gun- and his rope. Not a lasso. If you call a rope a lasso in front of a real cowboy, he’ll snicker. Only greenhorns or city folk call a rope a lasso. I don’t know why, and they can’t tell you why – its just the way it is.

Anyway, a rope is not just a rope. To the cowboy, a rope was a necessity. All the way back to the time of the Pharaohs’,  rope and roping with a lariat type rope was done. There are relief sculptures in Egypt depicting the Pharaoh with a looped lariat held over his head and then another with it thrown over the horns of a bull. The rope is a necessary tool, so essential to working cattle that if you take away the rope, there would have been no such thing as a cowboy. The rope was so much a part of a cowboy’s life that he treated it as an extension of himself. Any city slicker or country boy could learn how to ride, but learning how to wield a rope was work. The art of roping accurately could take years to master.

Not all ropes were created equally. The material the rope is made from determined what the rope was called. In the far west, the riata was used. Normally, the riata was about sixty foot long and made from rawhide. Texas cowboys used a shorter rope made from manila which was softer and made from fibers of the banana plant woven looser than other ropes. Mexican influence gave the cowboy a rope called a maguey, made from the fibers of the century plant, but it was not a favorite since it tended to be very stiff. Ropes made from horse hair were too light, so cowboys didn’t like to use it for roping. The main use for the horsehair rope was decorative. It made good saddle reins and tie ropes.

The material a rope was made from was not its only distinguishing quality, the length of a rope determined its use. Shorter ropes were used for roping and corral work, like calving or branding while longer ropes were used to catch wild stock out on the range.

Ropes like saddles and boots were best after they were ‘broken in’ – a new rope is of little use. Ropes had to seasoned and stretched. Some techniques of breaking in a rope was to hold it over a fire to burn off the ‘whiskers’. Some would tie one end to a fence post and use their horse to pull on the rope to loosen it up. But once it was stretched, the rope could ‘live’ in the hands of the cowboy. A true roper could make the rope sing, actually making a hissing sound as it sailed through the air.

Besides roping cattle, a less savory use for the rope was for hangings. Countless people were hung in the old west, some by authorities and many by vigilantes or outlaws. Although hanging has been a method of execution since time began, all over the world, it became a symbol of the wildness of the old west. In the days of the cowboy, too many innocent people were lynched or killed before their crimes were judged. Being hanged for cattle rustling or robbery was commonplace. I can remember my grandfather talking about some of their cattle being stolen when he was young – and he was angry, but I don’t think the punishment necessarily fit the crime.

As my mom used to say – I’ve said all of that to say this – one of my mottos is “So many cowboys, so little rope” and while a cowboy and his rope is synonymous as the facts I’ve relayed above shows – that isn’t even close to what I’m referring to. As many of you women knew already, there is a much better use for a cowboy’s rope than taming a steer or meting out justice to a rustler. Hell yeah! Thank goodness. Now, I will admit that even though I’ve lived in Texas for a long time, I’ve never roped a cow. All of my cows came to me willingly in hopes I’d give them a nugget or scratch their ears – but I have led my horse, staked my dogs, I’ve even led a cat on a rope leash. I’ve made macramé, I’ve sectioned off part of my porch to keep people from walking in wet paint. Hmmm, I’ve tied a Christmas tree to my car with a rope and I’ve laid one down in the sincere hope that a snake wouldn’t cross it and crawl in my sleeping bag – BUT – rope can be used as a sensual accessory.

Allow me to elaborate – ha! Please.

Using a rope to restrain your cowboy can be as simple as tying his hands behind his back – although I will admit, I do love for him to have his hands free. And there is some appeal to having that rascal spread-eagle on the bed with his hands and feet tied to the four posts of my bed – – sorta like sitting down to a four course meal – an erotic banquet and you don’t really know how to begin.

There is another type of rope play that turns me on and that’s the Japanese art of Shinju or breast bondage where a rope is wound above and below a woman’s breast to frame and push them outward – erotic play that appeals to me a great deal. And speaking of macramé, the best use of rope I have ever seen went into the making of a sex swing.

Rope as a means of arousal is always a power play – the idea of being at someone’s mercy or having them at yours. While I tend to be dominant outside the bedroom, inside the submissive role is more fun. So the rope is a tool that can be used to illustrate and facilitate the power exchange.

So many cowboys, so little rope. What a thought. I think the idea of tying up a handsome cowboy or being lassoed by one is a much better use for the rope than hogtying some steer – any day of the week.

Thank you for listening to me ramble.

I’d like to remind you that I have a recent release – HOW TO ROPE A MCCOY that sorta goes along with this topic and if you’ll tell me the most creative thing you ever did with a rope, I’ll pick a winner and send you one of my keychains which has on it – – lucky enough






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