October 16th is the SWEETEST DAY. I’ve always loved it. Fall is here. I have my house decorated with mums, pumpkins, and orange lights. I’ve started my Halloween cooking, I make popcorn balls and fudge. So the sweetest day can be a time when I’ve licked the bowl and carried offerings to my friends and family, I want them to all be fat!
In my Hell Yeah! Series, October 16th is Aron and Libby’s wedding anniversary, so to celebrate that, Cowboy Heat will be free for the weekend – the 17th, 18th, and 19th.
Here’s the cover and the link – watch for it and tell your friends that I said Happy Sweetest Day and an early Happy Halloween.
The winner of last post’s contest is aime3. If you will email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and tell me if you’d like How To Rope a McCoy or any one of my backlist, I’ll be glad to gift it to you.
I also have a new book coming out with the Red Hot Treats. It was supposed to be live yesterday, but the creek rose at my house and I was up it without a paddle – the details are much worse and you don’t want to know. Anyway…
I did finish it and it will be released by the weekend.
The name of it is LOVE’S MAGIC SPELL
And here’s the cover –
followed by the blurb and an excerpt.
Now here’s the current contest – if you could cast a spell on anyone to accomplish anything – what would it be? I will pick two random winners for a copy of LOVE’S MAGIC SPELL!!!
There’s nothing like a lawman, a Stetson wearing cowboy who puts his life on the line to protect lives, to stand up for the less fortunate, to shield the ones he loves from danger. Meet Raylan West, sheriff of Redbone Parish and the woman who would give anything for one night in his bed – Tory Summers.
Here’s the blurb and the open fantasy.
Tory has one magical night to learn what love is all about.
Night after lonely night, she tosses in her solitary bed, longing to touch and be touched, to experience desire and rapture. Her body aches to know fulfilment – to be taken and possessed by a man, but only one man will do.
Raylan West is the man of her dreams and Tory Summers would give everything she owns for a chance with him. But it isn’t going to happen, a man like him is not for her. Unless…Tori finds a way.
Deep in the bayous of South Louisiana there are secrets, magical secrets. Hoodoo. Witchcraft. Will o’ the wisp floating over dark waters, lit by unearthly light.
Desperate for a chance, Tory places her faith in the supernatural. She travels deep into the swamp to acquire a love potion promised to bring Raylan under her spell for one night, one perfect moonlit Halloween night where anything is possible. For a few precious hours, Tory will be beautiful, desirable and sexy in Raylan’s eyes.
The only problem is…Tori wants the magic to last forever.
LOVE’S MAGIC SPELL
“Tory, I need coffee.” Raylan announced as he came through the door, locking it. He walked to her desk, took her by the arm and pulled Tory to her feet. “After I have you…”
Relief that he was safe swept over her body. “I’m so glad you’re back. I was worried.”
“Show me how glad you are,” he growled as he ran his fingertips underneath her shirt, pushing it up and over her head.
“Give me your hand, Sheriff.” He allowed her to guide his fingers between her legs. Even through the material, she knew he could feel her heat. “See how much I missed you?”
Raylan took advantage of where she placed his hand and he cupped her, massaging the soft place between her thighs, causing Tory to cling to his shoulders and go up on her tiptoes, wanting more.
““Have you been a good girl while I was gone?”
“No, Sheriff,” she drawled. “I’ve been a bad girl. I’m behind on my typing and filing because all I can do is fantasize about you.”
“Consider yourself under interrogation. What kind of fantasies?” While he spoke to her, Raylan was busy kissing her neck and backing Tori from her desk toward the jail cell wall.
“I feel so guilty,” she panted. “I’ve been plotting to get you into some…compromising positions. On top of me, under me, behind me…in me.”
Sheriff Raylan West chuckled. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you into custody.” He pushed her till her back was against the enclosure, then he lifted her hands above her head and fastened a pair of cuffs around her wrists, attaching them to the bars.
“Yea,” she moaned as he pulled her bra down and cupped her tits, squeezing them, lapping at her breast. “Oh, that’s good. I think you should…” she stopped talking because she couldn’t think while he was sucking her nipples.
“What should I do to you?”
“I think you should f…frisk me.”
He pushed aside her panties. “What is this I feel?”
“That’s my fleur,” she purred. “I had it trimmed especially with you in mind. You love the Saints and I love you.”
“Damn.” He traced the design with his finger.
Tory licked her lips. “I’m at your mercy, Raylan.” She whispered in his ear. “I think I’ve committed a penile offence.”
“Oh, really?” Raylan laughed.
“How about a full body search?” She suggested breathlessly.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Their lips crashed together, tongues tangling, gasping for breath. He pulled down her panties and tugged them off, tossing them to one side. “Spread ‘em sweetheart.”
Tory cooperated fully. Freeing his cock, Raylan placed a hand under each knee and lifted her, impaling Tory in one full, fluid thrust of his hips. “Yes, Raylan!” she cried as he began hammering into her soft, wet pussy.
“Harder, harder,” she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Tori blinked, her daydream suddenly brought to a halt.
“Tory, I need coffee.” Raylan stalked into the front office, slamming the door. Tory didn’t jump, she was used to his grand entrances.
Pushing aside her sexy fantasy, she brought herself back to boring reality. “You need more than coffee, just sit down and I’ll bring you something.” As she brewed him a cup dark enough to be expresso, Tory warmed a beignet in the microwave and let out a long sigh of relief. He was back. He was safe. She could breathe again. “How did it go?”
“Rance Bertrand is crazy. How do you think it went?” Raylan sighed, sat down at his desk and propped his feet up on the top drawer which was open just enough to accommodate his size 12 alligator skin boots.
She sat the coffee and pastry on his desk in front of him. “Here, it’s hot. Be careful.”
Tory returned to her chair and watched Raylan gingerly bite the beignet so the steam wouldn’t burn his mouth. “I’m just glad he didn’t shoot you. The man lives so deep in the swamp, he thinks the long arm of the law doesn’t reach that far.” She tried not to let fear for his safety reflect in her eyes. Hiding the fact that she was in love with Raylan West was a full time job.
HAPPY SWEETEST DAY!