So it’s November again. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t really had time to enjoy the autumn this year. However, it’s certainly getting colder and as winter takes hold with his icy grip, there’s nothing better than snuggling up with a hot cowboy read.

In my bestselling novella Ménage, which was released earlier this year with Carina UK, vulnerable widow Grace Holbein faces an uncertain future. Spurned by the town of Deadwood because of her violent late husband’s troubles she’s all alone in the world. With winter approaching, the future looks bleak until two rugged cowboys ride up to her ranch looking for work in return for room and board.

Grace is wary of these handsome strangers; in her experience men are not to be trusted. However, Matt, fair and athletic, and Blake, dark and ruggedly handsome, are keen to prove to Grace that not all men are alike. The attention she receives from them both thaws her frozen heart and melts her inhibitions; she would welcome either one to warm her bed, but it’s a choice she finds impossible to make. In her dreams she’s allowed them both, but can her brazen desires ever be fulfilled in reality?


Here’s an excerpt:

She moved towards them. Brought their hands to her lips. Pressed her mouth to their fingers in turn. Both of them. Leaving neither man out. Their skin smelt of pine and masculine warmth. She breathed it in, licking her lips as it fired her desire.

Matt gasped and she met his eyes. They were dark. His own lips slightly parted.

She glanced at Blake. His eyes echoed the need in Matt’s. What was happening here?

This wasn’t possible. She had dreamt of this even though she had denied it upon waking with her hands between her legs and her body coated in perspiration. Being loved by them both simultaneously.

She took a step closer to Matt and he lowered his head. He pressed his mouth to hers. He kissed her. Gently. Slowly. She leaned into him, feeling his body all along the front of her own. He was so hard, so strong, so desirable.

She forced herself to pull away then moved towards Blake. He wrapped his strong arms around her and returned her kiss. His mouth was firmer, more insistent. He pressed his tongue between her lips and delved into her mouth. She sighed and ran her own tongue over his. Tasting. Touching. Wanting.

He pulled her closer and she felt his erection against her belly. He was hard. He wanted her. She wanted him. But what about Matt?

She pulled away from Blake’s kisses and glanced at the other cowboy. He stepped closer and kissed her again while she was still in Blake’s arms.

So they were okay with this? They both wanted her? Like this? Her stomach flipped with excitement. How would this work?

Matt moved behind her and lifted her wet hair. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered with delight. He kissed and nibbled her ear lobes and tickled them with his hot breath. So gentle. So new. She took Blake’s face in her hands and caressed his cheeks, his jaw, the tight cords which stood out in his thick neck.

As Matt ran his hands up and down her sides, nibbling and kissing her neck, Blake kissed her mouth, her throat, the tops of her breasts which rose and fell rapidly above her dress.

Then they began to undress her.

They gently stripped away her clothing. Pulled off her boots and stockings and unlaced her corset. All the while, still kissing and caressing her so that every inch of her body was aflame.

When she stood in just her shift before them, they quickly peeled off their own clothes.

Grace trembled. Being exposed in the past had heralded the advent of pain and fear. Agony that sometimes lasted the whole night through. If Matt and Blake had hidden their true selves from her and they were about to hurt her, then she would die in their arms. She would want to. Because finding out that they were not the good, kind men that she had fallen for would break her heart. And if that happened, then death would be a welcome escape.

She gazed at Blake. Naked, he was even easier on the eye than he was fully clothed. He was strong, muscular, firm. His body was hard and defined from his broad shoulders to his strong wide thighs. The ebony hair of his head was echoed across his chest in a light dusting and a line of hair ran from his chest down to his navel then to the patch of dark curls at his groin. From amidst them jutted his thick, erect cock. It stuck out from his body, dusky pink with dark, raised veins and a bead of moisture like a diamond at its quivering tip.

Rather than filling her with fear or revulsion, as Jack’s member had, Blake’s filled her with need. It was an extension of this gentle and desirable man. A part of him and what he had to offer. And she wanted it. Wanted him. Inside her.

A nudging at her back made her turn to Matt. He was as gorgeous as Blake. His skin as bronzed down to his waist then white where his flesh had not been exposed to the sun. His chest was hairless but at his groin, the curls were as golden blond as her own. His impressive erection stood to attention, as thick and hard as Blake’s.

They both wanted her. She hugged herself tight inside.

Matt pulled her into his arms and laid her down on the bed facing him. He kissed her softly at first but his kisses grew harder as he pulled her body against his own. His cock nudged at the front of her shift, pushing the thin material between her legs. All of her inhibitions drifted away as she gave in to the need and longing that pulsed through her core.

She had denied herself so much for what felt like a lifetime. Been afraid and numb for an eternity. But finally, she was free. Finally, she was beginning to open up, to surrender to what she wanted.

Behind her, Blake had begun to edge her shift up her legs. He kissed each patch of newly revealed skin. He got to her bottom and kissed the cheeks. It tickled and Grace wriggled on the bed, causing Matt to grind into her even harder. His cock slipped through the folds of her shift and between the wet folds of her sex, sliding around in her damp heat. She groaned, desperate to feel him pushing into her further so that he entered her body completely.

Her shift was up to her lower back now. And still Blake kissed her.

In front of her, Matt also lifted the material, exposing her pussy, her belly, her pert little breasts with their hard fuchsia nubs. Matt moved down her body and began to suckle her nipples, pulling them into his mouth in turn until she panted with need. All the times that Jack had taken her, he’d never stirred her like this. His hands on her breasts had been cruel and he had made her flesh crawl. Matt’s caresses made her want to scream with need.

At the same time he ran a hand down between her legs, pushing between her wet silken lips and rubbing at her swollen bud. She moved with his knowing hand, up and down, round and round. She pulled his head closer to her breasts, losing herself in pleasure.


Have a great week!
Molly xxx


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Back in the saddle again…

Hey ya’all. *waving* It’s a busy time of year for everyone, me included. What with the friends dropping in all the time, I’m amazed I’ve gotten all my 2014 writing projects completed.

I’m excited about my latest book set in the Old West. No cover yet, but I’m sharing a snippet from Cur, my erotic historical western coming out next month.



~the devil you don’t want to know…

They were half way home, the stars were out, and the path better lighted than on the nights before. It was impossible for Sara to  ignore Cur’s actions when he cupped her breast and massaged it through her dress.
“You shouldn’t do that,” she told him, but she didn’t slap his hand, or move from his touch and she knew he could feel the way her nipple had pebbled under his thumb’s caress.
Liquid heat pooled between her legs and she stifled a moan when he brushed his whiskers against her cheek. Then he nudged her head to turn her face so he could claim her lips.

Somehow during the kiss, Cur unbuttoned her bodice  and when his hand touched her flesh she couldn’t control her gasp of pleasure.
By the time they reached the willow tree, he had her gown undone to the waist and both breasts exposed to the night air. His mouth roved from her lips to her neck and he chuckled when she trembled and arched into his touch.
“Sara, I think you’re hungry for me.” He didn’t ride on to the house. Instead, he slid down from his horse, carrying her to the ground and giving her no time to gather her wits.
He backed her against the willow tree and lifted her so her breasts were aligned with his mouth.“You’ll like this, sweetheart, I promise.”
Sara protested weakly as he licked the area around her nipples,  sucked on each, and pinched the tips between his teeth, growling in his throat as he pulled and tongued her hard peaks.
She twisted and writhed in his grip,  but not to get away. She wanted more of the pleasure he offered and clutched his head, pushing her flesh against his mouth.
“Are you wet for me?” he mumbled around the nipple he sucked. At the same time he dropped one hand to fumble with her skirts.
Sara knew he’d discover her drawers were damp. She didn’t have time to worry about that when he stroked his finger back and forth across the thin material until he found the rigid nub of nerves at her apex and pinched it.
She jerked and gasped at the sensation that surged through her. With mouth and hand he worked her into a frenzy of lust.
“Ride me,” he growled. Before she could ask what he meant, Cur planted his boot on the tree and lifted her so she straddled his thigh.

She squeezed his leg between hers, and her cunny flexed hungrily as she blatantly rubbed against his denim covered arousal.

When he released her nipple and took her mouth, his tongue followed the rhythm of her swaying hips.

“That’s it sweetheart, use me to find your pleasure,” he muttered. “Don’t hold back, let me feel your honey on my leg when you come.”
When she found her release, a surge of energy flowed through her dazzling all of her senses. She pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans, but he continued his attentions until a second orgasm pulsed through her. Dazed, she slumped forward.
He lowered her to her feet and held her while she tried to regain her senses. Her climax had been so powerful she felt limp and lethargic.

After he buttoned her bodice and pulled her back into his embrace, they stood in the darkness of the tree. Sara rested her head against his chest as he nuzzled her hair and stroked his hand up and down her spine.
Finally, composed enough to formulate a sentence,  Sara whispered, “I need to get home.”
Without a word, he seated them both on the horse and carried her to her door where he didn’t lose the chance for a last kiss. He took her mouth and didn’t release her until she was breathless and once again aroused.
“Think about that when you dream tonight, Sara,” he told her. “I know I will.”

© 2014 Gem Sivad LLC. All rights reserved.

And to make up for lack of man-candy today, I’m giving away a 2015 Hunks Calendar.

Leave a comment below, and you might be the lucky owner of this calendar full of gorgeous cowboys! (I’ll use to pick the winner, and on Friday, I’ll announce the winner in the comments below as well as on, Twitter, FB, and my blog).

Good Luck Everyone. Thanks for stopping by!


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Navy SEALs and Cowboys! And Christmas, too!

On November 18, my newest addition to my Heroes of Chance Creek series will release as part of the SEALs of Winter box set. The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride is a holiday novella sure to please any fan of the series.

My Heroes of Chance Creek books feature the four Hall brothers, who are all in the process of leaving the military and coming home to bring their family’s ranch–Crescent Hall–back to life. The series started with Mason Hall in The Navy SEAL’s E-Mail Order Bride, and book 2, The Soldier’s E-Mail Order Bride, is also out. Book 3, The Marine’s E-Mail Order Bride, is due to release in December, with Book 4, The Airman’s E-Mail Order Bride coming out early in 2015.

The Navy SEAL’s Christmas Bride features a friend of Mason’s–Dan Hemmins–who is also leaving the military.

Here’s a short blurb:

Navy SEAL Dan Hemmins goes head to head with soldier Sarah Metlin to prove once and for all that woman can’t possibly qualify for an elite branch of the military, but when Sarah proves she’s not just one of the most qualified warriors he’s ever met, she’s also one of the smartest and sexiest, too, he’ll do whatever it takes to get closer to her, even if he has to challenge her to another contest…or three…or five!

And here is an excerpt:

“It’s been a while since we raced, Austin. What do you say?” Zane said.

“Sure thing.”

“What about you, Sarah?” Everyone looked at him when Dan spoke up. “Are you going to run the course?”

Sarah shook her head. “I don’t think so. I’m going to help Regan.”

“Too chicken to try it out? I should have guessed.” Why did the hazel-eyed, dark haired woman grab his attention so effectively? She didn’t have the long, thick tresses he usually was drawn to. Her curls were short enough for active duty. Her eyes were expressive, her lips full enough to be sensuous, but he knew damn well that under her cable-knit sweater would be muscles, not the full curves he liked so much.

Although she was pretty curvy.

“I’m not chicken.”

The clipped tone of her voice brought his gaze up to meet hers. Damn, had she caught him speculating about her body?

“It wouldn’t be fair,” Ella spoke up. “Her racing against you.”

“Why—because she’s just a girl?” He couldn’t have asked for a better setup. Sarah wouldn’t be able to ignore him now. He could see the flare of resentment in her eyes, coupled with a tightening of her mouth that told him she didn’t want to hurt Ella’s feelings by snapping at her.

“I’m not just a girl. I’m a soldier and I’m every bit as fast as you.”

Dan smiled. Gotcha. “Then we’ll race. I’m looking forward to kicking your ass.”

“Good luck.” She picked up her sandwich and took a bite, as cool as a cucumber.

She wouldn’t be cool for long. She’d be huffing and puffing as she tried to keep up with him. No woman could beat him in a race.

And then what? Winning a contest wasn’t really what he was after, was it? He wanted to get close to Sarah in an altogether different kind of way.

“How about we make the race more interesting?” he said loudly, cutting across the conversations that had sprung up around the table again.

Sarah sighed. Turned to him. “What do you have in mind?”

“A bet.”

“No bets,” Regan said sternly. “I don’t want this to get out of hand.”

“It won’t get out of hand, will it, Sarah?” Dan kept his gaze squarely on her face. Was it his imagination or were her cheeks turning pink?

Just his imagination.

“What kind of bet?” She took another bite of her sandwich, still unperturbed.

“I said, no bets!” Regan looked exasperated. “Mason—”

“A kiss under the mistletoe if I win.”

Sarah chewed slowly. Swallowed. “And if you lose?”

“Name your penalty.” He was enjoying this all too much. He hoped she’d ask for a kiss, too, but doubted it.

“You run a loop around the Hall naked.”

A chorus of whoops filled the dining room. “Now we’re talking!” Zane guffawed. “Mothers, cover your daughters’ eyes!”

“Don’t worry—there won’t be any nudity,” Dan said. “I’m not the one who’s going to lose. Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart.”

“We’ll see about that, pretty boy.” Sarah looked unconvinced.

Pretty boy? He narrowed his eyes. She’d pay for that.

With a kiss.

Available in the SEALs of Winter box set on November 18!

Available as a stand-alone novella in December.

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Cowboys and heroes just seem to go together, don’t they?

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Since today is Veteran’s Day, Cerise Deland and I are hosting a Facebook Party to Honor Our heroes. Come by and see us at

But let me give you a taste of two of my cowboy military heroes.

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From Whipped Cream Reviews:

“Unconditional Surrender is well written, has compelling characters and is very sexy. It’s a good length to lose yourself in and I for one would be happy to see what stories the other members of this Delta Force team have to tell.”

Slade Donavan is the leader of a Delta Force team. But he’s so much more than just an alpha male on the battlefield. At home on his ranch outside San Antonio, he breeds and trains horses. It’s definitely the Texan in him. He loves having control over the animals. He also wants and demands control in the bedroom, a role he prides himself in. But what happens when he wants more than just a woman to play with for one night. What happens when he needs someone to share his life with? Kari, an assistant district attorney, works hard and plays hard too. But since a meeting with a Dom five years ago when she was a young, naïve sub, she’s been searching for that a Dom to share her life with but without success.


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Fletcher “Mustang” Call gets his call sign because when he’s home on his ranch in Texas he raises and trains mustangs. His favorite mount is a wild mustang he caught some time ago. He’s also a dedicated SEAL and a committed Dom. The one thing he isn’t is relationship material. A tragedy in his past killed his desire for more than a good time on leave and a little D/s play. Until April Coe walked into his life, a woman unlike any he’s known. Problem is, she’s as vanilla as they come.

April was warned about Mustang, a man as wild and free as his call sign, so she doesn’t expect him to stick around for long. That’s okay, she’ll enjoy the great sex while she can. At least, she thought it was great. When she senses her sexy bronco is holding back, she has to decide whether to ride the mustang a little harder or set him free.






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Thank You for a Fantastic Concert, Garth Brooks

Since we’re heading to my husband, Kick’s company corporate office in Wisconsin this week, he surprised me on my birthday with tickets to the Garth Brooks concert in Minneapolis on November 9.


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It was an amazing concert. He’s such a showman, and even though his voice was a little rough from too many nights on the tour, he gave us everything he had. He even commented on his shaky voice: “I’m 113 years old, one biscuit shy of 260, and I have no voice left, but I’m here to give you a show!” And he did!

Starting with hew new single Man Against Machine which is a heavy rocking song, Garth got the show off with a wild kick. Then he did favorites, well, my favorites, anyway, like Rodeo, Thunder Rolls, Two Pina Coladas. He did some of Kick’s favorites, too. The River, Ain’t Goin’ Down (Til the Sun Comes Up), Standing Outside the Fire, and Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old). Hahaha, that’s kind of Kick’s theme song!

When he sang Beaches of Cheyenne, which always reminds me of Lane Frost in the movie 8 Seconds, I teared up. I love that song, and hearing him sing it, live and in person, really touched me.

Here’s the view from our seats. We were close enough to touch the roof of the arena, but with the big screens behind the stage, and our binoculars, it was a perfect spot.


He ended with Friends in Low Places, and I realized we’d been on our feet the whole show, and so had the rest of the audience.

Unfortunately, we woke to five inches of sleety snow this morning, but luckily we don’t have to drive to Wisconsin until tomorrow. Hopefully the roads will be cleared by then.

Delafield_WIIf you’re a Wisconsinite, and live anywhere near Delafield (which is close to Milwaukee) and would like to get together with me for lunch Wednesday, November 12, e-mail me at Randi (at) RandiAlexander (dot) com and I’ll treat for lunch and bring some swag, too!

Garth’s concert won its way into my Top Five list of best concerts, and if you get a chance to see him on this tour, I urge you to do it. A fabulous musician, an extraordinary entertainer, and a set of songs that never grow old.

Are you a Garth fan? What’s your favorite song, and why?

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Cowboy Winter

Well, it’s November and here in the Pacific Northwest that means it’s turning cold.

Okay, not as cold as the Mid-West or East can get, but for this transplant from California, it’s cold.

This morning there was frost on my lawn.  I’m not ready for it.  But then I got thinking about cowboys and what do they do in winter.

So let me know what you think about this:


I’d never thought about skiing cowboys.  But it does make sense.

This was a charity event, but it did get me wondering about how the cowboys get around in winter.  Ski’s would be one way, another would be snow mobiles.

Can you think of some others?

Personally I think I’d like to be hold up in a log cabin, a raging fire with this cowboy by my side.


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Is it Christmas yet? by Sarah M. Anderson

Hi all! We’re in that downhill slide that happens between Halloween and Christmas, whereSarahMAndersonhires Thanksgiving is hardly little more than a speed bump along the way. Normally, I try not to do Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving. I don’t put trees up, I don’t start addressing cards–none of that. I’m still eating pumpkin-flavored everything and playing in leaves–please don’t sing the Christmas carols just yet!

Except for this year. This year, I wrote a Christmas romance and it came out on Tuesday. Nov. 4th. Almost two whole months before Christmas!

I have failed Thanksgiving this year. *heavy sigh*

But beyond that, I have a book out! There’s a giveaway at the end, so I hope you enjoy the excerpt below and then leave a comment!

A Beaumont Christmas Wedding Blurb:

Naughty and nice…

Public Beaumont Christmas Weddingrelations whiz Matthew Beaumont won’t let scandal ruin his brother’s Christmas wedding. Yet scandal is Whitney Maddox’s middle name. He grudgingly allows the outrageous child star turned horse trainer to stay in the wedding party…as long as she behaves herself. But soon he’s the one misbehaving with this irresistible maid of honor.

Determined to shed her troubled past, Whitney traded parties—and men—for a quiet life years ago. But one tumble into Matthew’s strong arms has her thinking that a hot night with the best man might be the perfect holiday gift…a gift that could last forever.

Exclusive Excerpt!

She pushed him back and grabbed his tie, then hauled his face down to hers. “I won’t stand for you disparaging llamas.”

“We could sit.” He nodded toward a huge dining room table, complete with twelve very available chairs surrounding it. The chairs had high backs and latticed slats. But he didn’t pull his tie away from her hand, didn’t try to touch her. “If you want to.”

“Oh, I want to, mister. No one gets away with trash-talking Larry the Llama.” She jerked on his tie and led him toward the closest chair.

“Larry was ridiculous,” Matthew said as she pushed him down.

“You’re going to regret saying that.” She yanked his tie off. It still had the knot in it, but she didn’t want to stop to undo it. She didn’t want to stop and think about what she was doing.

“Will I?” He held his hands behind his back.

“Oh, you will.” She had no idea how to tie a man up in the best of times. So she looped the tie around his wrists and tried to tie it to the slat that was at the correct height. “There. That’ll teach you.”

“Will it?” Matthew replied. “Llamas look like they borrowed their necks from gira—”

She kissed him, hard. He shifted, as if he wanted to touch her, but she’d tied him to a chair.

She could do whatever she wanted and he couldn’t stop her.

Sexy. Beautiful. Desirable. That was what she wanted.

She stepped away from him and began to strip. Not like yesterday, when she’d been trying to get out of her clothes so fast she’d kicked him. No, this time—at a safe distance—she began to remove her clothing slowly.

First she peeled her sweater over her head, then she started undoing the buttons on her denim shirt—slowly. One at a time.

Matthew didn’t say anything, not even to disparage llamas.

Instead, Matthew’s gaze was fastened to Whitney’s fingertips as one button after another gave.

A look of disappointment blotted out the desire when he saw the plain white tank top underneath.

“It’s cold here,” she told him. “You’re supposed to dress in layers when it’s cold.”

“Did the llamas tell you that? They lie. You should be naked. Right now.”

She was halfway through removing her tank top when he said that. She went ahead and pulled it the rest of the way off, but said, “Just for that, I’m not going to get naked.”

His eyes widened in shock. “What?”

She stuck her hands on her hips, which had the handy effect of thrusting her breasts forward. “And you can’t touch me, because you’re tied up.” Just saying it out loud gave her a little thrill of power.

For too damn long, she’d felt powerless. The only way she’d been able to control her own life was to become a hermit, basically—just her and the animals and crazy Donald up the valley. People took what they wanted from her—including deciding who she was—and they never gave her any say in the matter.

Not Matthew. He’d let her do whatever she wanted—be whoever she wanted.

She could be herself—klutzy and concerned about her animals—and he still looked at her with that hunger in his eyes.

She kicked off her boots and undid her jeans. Miracle of miracles, she managed to slide them off without tipping over and falling onto the floor.

Matthew’s eyes lit up with want. With need. She could see him breathing faster now, leaning forward as if he could touch her. Heat flooded her body—almost enough to make up for the near-nudity. She felt sexy. Except for the socks.

Well, she’d already told him she wasn’t going to get naked. Although she was having a little trouble remembering why, exactly.

Plus, he was sitting there fully clothed. And she didn’t know where any condoms were. “Condoms?” They were required. She’d been accused of being falsely pregnant far too many times to actually risk a real pregnancy. The last thing she needed in her life were more headlines asking, Wildz Baby Daddy?

“Wallet.” The tension in his voice set her pulse racing. “Left side.”

“You just want me to touch you, don’t you?”

He grinned. “That is the general idea. Since you won’t let me touch you.”

“I stand for llama solidarity,” she replied as she walked toward him. “And until you can see reason…”

“Oh, I can’t. No reason at all. Llamas are nature’s mistake.”

“Then you’ll just have to stay tied up.” She straddled him, but she didn’t rest her weight on his obvious erection. Instead, she slid her hands over his waist and down around to his backside until she felt his wallet. She fished it out, dropped it onto the table and then ran her hands over him again. “I didn’t really get to feel all of this last time,” she told him.

“You were a little tied up.”

She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his pecs, feeling the muscles that were barely contained by the button-down shirt and cashmere sweater. Then she leaned back so she could slide her hands down and feel what was behind those tweed slacks.

Matthew sucked in a breath so hot she felt it scorch her cheek as she touched the length of his erection. He leaned forward and tried to kiss her, but she pulled away, keeping just out of his reach. “Llama hater,” she hissed at him.

“You’re killing me,” he ground out as he tried to thrust against her hand.

“Ah ah ah,” she scolded. This was…amazing. She knew that, if he wanted to, he could probably get out of the tie and wrap her in his arms and take what she was teasing him with. And she’d let him because, all silliness aside, she wanted him so much.

But he wasn’t. He wouldn’t, because she was in control. She had all the power here.

Tension coiled around the base of her spine, tightening her muscles beyond a level that was comfortable. She let her body fall against his, let the contact between them grow.

“Woman,” Matthew groaned.

She tsked him as she slid off. “You act like you’ve never been tied up before.”

“I haven’t.” His gaze was fastened to her body again. She felt bold enough to strike a pose, which drew another low groan from him.


“No. Never tied anyone up before, either.” He managed to drag his gaze up to her face. “Have you?”

“No.” She looked at him, trying to keep her cool. He hadn’t done this before? But he’d seemed so sure of himself last night. It wasn’t as though she expected a man as hot and skilled as he was to be virginal, but there was something about being the first woman he’d wrapped his necktie around—something about her being the first woman he’d let tie him to a chair—that changed things.

No. No! This was just a little fling! Just her dipping her sexual toes back in the sexy waters! This was not about developing new, deeper feelings for Matthew Beaumont!

She snagged the condom off the table. “I demand an apology on behalf of Larry the Llama and llamas everywhere.” Then—just because she could—she dropped the condom and bent over to pick it up.

He sucked in another breath at the sight she was giving him. “I beg of your forgiveness, Ms. Maddox.” She shifted. “Please,” he added, sounding desperate. “Please forgive me. I’ll never impugn the honor of llamas again.”

Ms. Maddox.

She needed him. Now.

She slid her panties off but kept the bra on. She undid his trousers and got them down far enough that she could roll the condom on. Then, unable to wait any longer, she let her body fall onto his.

She grabbed his face and held it so she could look into his eyes. “Matthew…”

But he was driving up into her and she was grinding down onto him and there wasn’t time for more words. They had so very little time to begin with.

“Want to…kiss you,” Matthew got out, each word punctuated with another thrust.

His clothing was rubbing against her, warming her bare skin. Warming everything. “Kiss me back?” she asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Always,” he replied as she lowered her lips to his. “Always.”

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Award-winning author Sarah M. Anderson may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west on the Great Plains. She loves to put people from two different worlds into new situations and to see how their backgrounds and cultures take them someplace they never thought they’d go. Sarah won the 2012 RT Book Reviewer’s Choice for Desire of the Year for A Man of Privilege.

When not helping out at school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well-tolerated by her wonderful husband and son. You can learn more about Sarah at

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The Malloys ride again! By Beth Williamson

I’m super happy to announce that Malloy Family book 8.5, THE PRESENT, is now out in the world for your reading pleasure from Samhain Publishing Ltd.! This novella began as a free short story, about 5,000 words, and left the reader to imagine what happened after Ethan finds a stranded woman in his cabin.

The full 21,000 novella THE PRESENT brings the story full circle, gives you a glimpse into what has happened in Ethan Malloy’s life and who Fiona is (not her name in the original short story, BTW).

This is a fun, sexy read but with a touch of emotion and the end of the grieving process for a man who deserves an HEA. It was amazingly fun to revisit with my lovely Malloy family, like going home again. :)

THE PRESENT is permanently $.99 for all my Malloy Family readers current, new and future! Find an excerpt and buy links below! :)

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One night can change everything

Ethan Malloy has distanced himself from the world after his wife’s death. Two years have passed in self-imposed loneliness. During a fateful snowstorm, he finds a stranger in his house when he returns. Ethan’s life will never be the same.

Fiona Carmichael didn’t intend to get lost in a snowstorm or end up spending the night in a house with a man she barely knew. He made her yearn for what she’d never found—a home, a man to love and be loved by.

Circumstances threw them together, but will they take the life fate offers them?


Fiona couldn’t believe her luck. First the goddamn horse ran off and left her stranded. Then she found this little house like Goldilocks in the fairytale.

And of course, the bear had arrived.

Ethan Malloy was exceptionally handsome. With deep green eyes and wavy reddish brown hair, the big man was sensuality personified. However, he was also grumpy and growly like a bear. Helping him with his boots and coat seemed the right thing to do, particularly since she’d invited herself into his house.

When he accused her of lying, it was all she could do not to shout at him. Fiona might be many things, but a liar was not one of them. She prided herself on being honest no matter what. There had been a lantern in the snow, leading her to his house. She had expected someone to be home considering a light was burning, as was the fire in the fireplace.

It felt cozy and homey, even welcoming. Until the bear arrived.

Any normal human being would be kind enough to realize she’d had no choice. Considering the amount of ice and snow caked on her clothes, she was lucky to be alive. No doubt within thirty minutes, she would have been dead.

He walked into the kitchen like an old man with a hand pressed to the small of his back. Fiona felt bad but it wasn’t her fault that he’d fallen on his ass. She followed him, careful to keep a good distance away lest he decide she was the nefarious trespasser he accused her of being.

“The biscuits smell good.” He sounded moderately displeased by that fact.

“I was hired as a cook and housekeeper for a reason, Mr. Malloy.” She went around him to the stove and pulled out the biscuits.

The simple chore allowed her to focus on what she was doing. Truth was, she was trapped in a stranger’s house for God only knew how long, with no means of protection other than her intelligence and her sharp tongue. Ethan Malloy was in for a surprise if he tried to take advantage of her.

With a mighty groan, he sat at the small table and watched her. She could feel his gaze on her and it made her jumpy. Dratted man was too suspicious.

“I’m not a thieving crazy woman.” She popped some biscuits onto a tin plate she found on a shelf above the wooden sink.

“I never said you were.”

Fiona let loose a very unladylike snort. “Well, you could’ve fooled me. I thought for certain you wanted to throw me back out in the snow.”

“I would never do that.”

She didn’t respond again. Mr. Malloy could say anything he wanted. Fiona was no fool—she’d been too long on her own not to distrust people she didn’t know. Some people out west were friendly, but others were downright mean.

She didn’t know which this Malloy brother was, yet.

“My mother taught me to be a gentleman and to help those in need.” He sounded almost resentful of the fact. “Our—I mean, my house is always open to folks.”

“Except stranded women in snowstorms.”

As she set the plate in front of him, he took hold of her wrist. Fiona twisted and immediately got free, her heart pounding. He looked up at her with genuine surprise on his face.

“I understand you’re upset I came into your house without your say-so, but I needed to stay alive. But if you plan on hurting me or worse, I’ll take my chances outside.” She wasn’t about to let anyone take advantage of her. After all, Fiona hadn’t gotten by without using her brain and her instincts.

Ethan dropped his head into his hands and sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Miss Carmichael. I don’t have any excuse for how I treated you.” He paused. “Lo siento.

Fiona plopped down in the seat across from him and watched him carefully. She considered herself a good judge of character and Ethan was slowly convincing her of his. “You speak Spanish?”

He peeked at her through his fingers. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I speak Spanish without thinking about it. My wife was part-Mexican, part-Indian. She taught me…a lot.”

She was surprised to hear he’d been married, considering the barrenness of the house. Although she knew she shouldn’t ask, she did anyway. “What happened to her?”

Ethan sucked in a breath and uncovered his face. “Did you really ask me that?”

She shrugged. “Why not? After today you’ll never see me again. I’ll tell you my story if you tell me yours.”

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New Release: The Sticky Cowgirl

I had a new contemporary romance release a few weeks ago (delayed confetti tossing). It’s the second book in my Lone Star Sweets series. So, thought I’d share an excerpt with you…

Sticky Cowgirl_200x300Life is about to get sticky for by the book businessman, Samuel Stevenson.

Raised in Texan society, groomed to take over his stepfather’s company, and the hope of every debutante mama this side of Dallas, he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a thorn in the company’s side: Samantha Dawson, owner of The Sticky Cowgirl.

But, fall in love he did.

Now, his job is in jeopardy, his mother is beside herself, and Samantha won’t budge an inch.

Will Samuel lose everything, or will the boot wearing, sassy mouthed rancher’s daughter show him exactly what he’s always wanted?


The flashlight’s nickname was Sam and was at least five pounds, if not seven or eight. It was as heavy as her marble rolling pin and if she swung and it connected with anyone, it’d hurt like hell.

She glanced at the business card she’d ripped from the shop’s bulletin board and verified the address while she waited to cross the street. The building she was looking for wasn’t but a few blocks away, although it was far enough she couldn’t see it behind the other buildings.

Flowers bloomed in planters along the sidewalks and the early morning traffic away from the river was light. She turned to the right and found the glass façade she was looking for at the other end of the block, on the corner. There was nothing overly spectacular about it, but when it was dark outside, the edges lit up, usually in white lights, but at certain times of the year, like Halloween or Christmas, the colors changed.

She’d never given a thought to the buildings downtown, how they came to at their current locations. With what she was going through currently, she couldn’t help but think about it now. What businesses had gone under for each one of the high rises to be built?

Outside The Worthington Building, Sam took a deep, less than fortifying breath. “Maybe no one will be in, yet,” she whispered to herself. She glanced to her left and right, then stepped forward.

“Can I help you miss?”

A security guard sat behind a desk, looking expectantly at her as she exited the rotating door. Sam hadn’t counted on a security desk. She should have.

Hell, she shouldn’t even be here. If she’d thought it through before she’d left her bakery, she’d… “I-I’m here to see Samuel Stevenson with Turner Enterprises.”

“Awfully early for a meeting,” he remarked. “Do you have an appointment, miss?”

No. “Yes. I ah… It was last minute. He asked me to bring over some of my new sticky buns. He’s thinking of having a breakfast catered.” The lies floated off her tongue with more ease than they should have.

He gave her a skeptical glance. “Sticky buns, huh? Mr. Stevenson —”

“Yes, sticky buns,” she said with confidence. This she could talk about. This she didn’t have to hem and haw over. She plastered on her best smile and held her hand out across the desk. “My name is Samantha Dawson. I own a bakery called The Sticky Cowgirl.”

His mouth broke out into a smile and his stern look vanished. “Oh yes. I’ve been in your little place. Down by the river, right? My wife is in love with the cinnamon buns you make. You know, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but that was before they had a chance to meet my Mrs.”

“Yes, that’s me. And I have several new flavors celebrating summer. Raspberry lemon, strawberry lime, blueberry vanilla, blackberry lime.” Sam pulled one of the to-go containers out of one of the carry-out bags she’d filled before she left the store. She wanted to leave a taste for Samuel and his boss and anyone else he worked with so they could see why she was popular. She worked hard. Or rather, her grandmother’s recipe worked hard. “Here. Why don’t you take a sampler box home and see what she thinks.”

“Thank you. I’ll do that. She’ll be excited I met you. She raves to all her friends all the time and always sends me down when we have family come from out of town.”

Sam blushed. “I can’t believe we haven’t met before. Next time you come in, be sure to ask for me so I can say hi. May I go on up to see Mr. Stevenson?”

“Oh. Oh yes. Twenty-fifth floor.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “How many floors are there?”

He winked at her. “Twenty seven.”

“Well, then. He must be pretty important,” she said flippantly.

“He’s the boss’s stepson and vice president.”

“Oh. Then yes, I would guess he is very important. Thank you so much. I hope your wife likes the new flavors.”

“I’m sure she will. Elevators are just around the corner to the left, there.”

With a nod and an uncertain smile, Samantha headed toward the elevator bank. Six elevators. Three on one side and three on the other. She pressed the up button and was surprised she didn’t have to wait but a split second for the doors of one to open. Once inside, she selected twenty-five from the columns of floor numbers and tried to calm her racing heart as the car took her up.

It was a chance she took, arriving unannounced to see a man she didn’t want to like, who as it turned out was the vice president of the company she was fighting. As much as she accused Jacks of jumping first and asking questions later, she was much the same way sometimes. In no time, the elevator pinged and jolted to a stop. It was whisper quiet when the doors opened and she came face to face with the man she didn’t want to want, but who she wanted to crawl all over and screw six ways to Sunday.

“What are you doing here?”

They both asked the question at the same time. “You first,” Samuel said as Samantha stepped out of the elevator.

“I wanted… I wanted to bring some of my sticky buns by. Your turn.”

“I work here.”

“This early in the morning?”


“Is that the only reason you’re here? To drop some sticky buns off?”

“It was…” she hedged.

“Let’s stop beating around the bush, Samantha.”

She could do that. Right? She could say it, do it, make the move. Couldn’t she? “I’m here for you,” she said, a heartbeat before she pulled his head down. She laid a kiss on his mouth, open and hot and more aggressive than she’d ever been with a man before.

His arms wrapped around her and he pressed her back against the closed elevator doors. Lost in the taste and smell and feel of him against her, she nearly dropped the bag of buns she’d brought.

Samuel tore his mouth away and caught her free hand. “Come with me,” he murmured.

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A New Face on the Wild and Wicked Blog

The lovely ladies of the Wild and Wicked Cowboys blog recently invited me to join them, and I enthusiastically said yes. My name is Tori Scott, and I write in several genres–the main one being contemporary western romance. My books range from hot to mild. I go where the characters lead, and some of them aren’t comfortable performing on stage. They prefer closed doors, and that’s okay.

I’m a Texan through and through, born in Lubbock, raised in Richardson (a suburb of Dallas), and now living in East Texas. My Lone Star Cowboys series is set in the fictional town of Morris Springs, located south of Lubbock in the area of Lynn County. I chose this area because both sets of grandparents settled in Lynn County near the turn of the century and several of my uncles and many of my cousins still live there.

I have many happy memories of visiting my grandparents. Hot summer days spent catching horned toads, wading in the ditches after a hard rain, hiding from tornadoes in the storm cellar, drinking fresh milk from aluminum cups–so cold that frost formed on the outside of the cups. My paternal grandmother’s pantry smelled like Graham Crackers, and there were always boxes of them waiting for us to dip in that fresh, cold milk.

Whenever we visited my mom’s parents, we’d arrive to the smell of fresh-baked yeast rolls. You could smell them from the driveway. She always had hot chocolate to go with them during cold weather. My grandmother could bake like nobody’s business, and you never left her house hungry–or without food to take home with you.

My country uncles and cousins left a lasting impression on me. They were men who worked hard, loved their wives and kids, and never forgot their manners. They said yes ma’am and no ma’am, please and thank you. They hurried to open doors, helped a woman with her chair, stood when a woman entered the room. They took their hats off at the door, but they never left home without one. They were good to their animals and treated them with respect.

When I first got the idea for Blame it on Texas, I had my dad in mind. He left home at 16 to join the army during WWII, but he was too young and my grandfather wouldn’t sign for him to join up. Rather than return home, my dad joined the Merchant Marines and traveled the world, escorting American subs to ports around the globe. After that experience, he decided he wanted to be an electrical engineer and live in the city. He had no desire to return to picking cotton.

My hero, Logan Tanner, left home at 18 with no intention of ever living in the country again. When his father has a stroke, Logan is forced to return, at least temporarily, to help his sister care for the ranch and their father. When Megan Flynn arrives at the ranch, she’s smitten with the town, the countryside, and Logan. Megan has always dreamed of living in the country and having her own veterinary practice.

Logan can’t wait to leave, and Megan can’t wait to stay…

The rest of the series brings their friends to Morris Springs, and pulls in a few of the local residents as well. Each book features a different couple, but all the characters have a part in each story. There are six books in the series, and one novella that wraps things up. There are ranchers and bull riders, tornadoes and accidents, weddings and babies. If you like cowboys, be sure to check them out.

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I look forward to getting to know everyone. I hope you’ll come join me on Facebook and Twitter, and check out my Amazon author page. I also blog the second Wednesday of each month for the Authors of Main Street.

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