New cowboy release!!! UNDER PRESSURE

 

underpressure2500SPARK’S NOSE ITCHED. But he couldn’t move his hands to scratch.

Forcing one eye to a slit, he wasn’t in his room, but still in the motel. Damn. He’d fallen asleep.

Opening both eyes, he blinked the fuzziness away and lifted his head. His arms were stretched high above his head and his wrists ached. He darted a glimpse above him.

He was tied to the headboard. Acid gurgled in his stomach. “What the hell!” He gave his hands a jerk, but the rope held them tight. “Fuck!”

Jerking a glance around the room…there she was…sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and a look of satisfaction covering her pretty features.

“What the fuck is this?” Now he understood why Ms. Stone had been throwing herself at him. “Talk to me!” he demanded.

A sticky, tingly sensation brought his gaze lower and on his legs. He squinted. Both legs were covered with some sort of pink, glossy paper.  “And what in God’s creation are those?”

She got up, stood at the end of the bed, a smirk curving her lips. “Wax strips.”

“Get them off me and let me the hell out of this bed!” he snarled

“Are you sure you want me to help you with the strips?” One thin brow curved maliciously.

“Hell yeah!”

She reached down, grabbed the corner of one strip and pulled.

“Ow!” he squealed as a fire like none other raced through his leg. Clenching his teeth, he looked at her through narrowed gaze. “What the hell was that for?’

“You did ask me to help you. So I did.”

“I’m talking about all of this—the rope, the shit on my legs.” He forced a breath through tight lips.

Smugly, she crossed her arms. “This is a lesson earned.”

He popped up a brow. “A lesson? For what?” Bringing his gaze back to his rope twined wrists, he visually examined the headboard. The cord was wrapped around his wrists, fashioned through the five-inch gap into the wooden detail, then pulled back through and tied in a knot. From what he could see, and with another tug, it wasn’t a bad knot.

“I’m sorry, but I have plans so I must hurry. I won’t spend much time with my explanation. You played my sister. Therefore, I’m showing you what it’s like to be played.”

He perused his brain, trying to find a clue as to what she was referring too. He came up blank. This had to be a joke! “Lady, the only one of us who is a player and a manipulator is you.” Seeing a flicker of confusion, he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right, Jewels Stone.”

One brow snapped up and her hands clenched into fists. “So…so, you knew who I was all along?” Her lips thinned. Good thing she didn’t have a weapon, otherwise he’d be dead, he was certain.

“What? You don’t like being caught at your sordid game? Pot. Kettle. Black.” He gave his arms a jerk and the bed creaked.

She darted her glance to his bound wrists, but only a mere flash. “Don’t talk or I’ll have to get the tape and cover your mouth.”

Anger sliced through his gut. Damn, woman! He didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d do as she threatened.

With a cold glance in his direction, she bent and grabbed something. His jeans! She dipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew his cell. Now what was she doing?

“Be thankful that I’m not cruel, otherwise I’d leave you tied up here until the cleaning lady came, and considering I rented this room for two days, that’d be a long time to stay bound to the bed. Imagine the laugh the employees here would have.”

“Letting me go would be the best decision you’ve made, before things got out of hand.”

“Are you threatening me?” She shook her head. “Tsk, Tsk.”

“You have a warped mind, don’t you?” Pulling himself up, he heard the wood crack and the springs pop. It wouldn’t take much pressure for him to break the bed, but he’d have no way of getting the rope undone. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because her eyes widened.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She came to stand beside the bed. “Who would you like to call to ask for help?”

“9-1-1,” he grumbled.

“And imagine the story you’d tell. You were sleeping so hard that a woman tied you to the bed and placed hot wax strips on your legs. That’d be another group finding the humor in this scenario. So, would you like to change your contact person?”

He hated it, but she was right. How the hell had he slept so soundly. He guessed after being awake for twenty-four hours, he had been tuckered. He’d have a hard time explaining how a big man like him was tied up by a woman who wasn’t even half his size. Some would probably think he was stupid for complaining.

Hell, he knew he wouldn’t bother with the police anyway. As peeved as she looked, he didn’t feel like his life was in danger.

“Call Clay Silver. He’s in my contacts.” She clicked through his phone. Thankfully, he didn’t have anything secret. Clay would also get a good laugh from this crazy shit. Usually, his buddy got into messes. A thought made his lungs cease. “Wait.”

She looked at him over the phone. “Change your mind again?”

“No. I want to know, what makes you think I’m the cowboy who played your sister?”

“Spark Ryder. You hang out at Two Step. And don’t even try suggesting that Spark isn’t your name. The bartender pointed you out and I looked at your driver’s license. Nice snapshot, by the way. I think I’ve seen some just like yours on the funniest ID pictures ever taken. Were you having a bad hair day? I also saw your age. I never would have thought my sister would find an older man attractive. Old enough to know better.” She rolled her eyes.

Every hair on his body lifted as realization broke through him. He wanted to laugh, but this was far from an amusing predicament. “I can explain. I’m not who you think I am.”

“Like I said, don’t say a word.” She reached down, grabbed one of the strips and ripped it off.

Spark considered himself a tough guy. He’d ridden five-hundred pound bulls who could toss a rider as easily as a paper doll. He’d served four years in the military, went through boot camp and dangerous conditions in the Middle East without blinking an eye. He could wrestle a cow with his bare hands. But never in his life had tears come to his eyes from physical pain. His rough and tough reputation was taking a hard hit. He doubted his ego would ever be the same—and he was an innocent man.

 

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I recently acquired the rights back to some older stories. Two of those include a couple of my favorite alpha cowboy short stories – Spitfire and Rekindled. I hope to have the stories up for sale in the next week or two, but until then…I thought I’d share their NEW LOOKS!

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Hope everyone is having a relaxing Labor Day weekend in the US and and peaceful Sunday everywhere else in the world. :)

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Back from New York

I spent a week in New York this month.  I went there to attend a writers conference and had lots of fun.  Didn’t see much of the city because I was far too busy.  But did get out and walk around a bit.

One thing I didn’t realize until I got there was how expensive New York would be.  While some of the prices surprised me, others didn’t.

I’d forgotten how busy and crazy being in a big city could be.  I was born and raised in San Francisco and lived there until I moved to Washington State two years ago.  Wow.  The people and the traffic.  I was in Manhattan and I couldn’t believe the traffic and most of it was cabs.

The weather wasn’t too hot or too cold, many told me they were having a mild summer which made me happy.  Anything over 75 and I’m not a happy camper.

The conference was good, sorry no cowboys :(

Here’s some pictures I took, I hope you enjoy them.

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It Happened While in New Orleans by Donna Michaels

Hello, everyone. Hope you’re having a great August. I’m going to try to make this short. I’m on deadline, writing two books, one for my publisher, one to be released in September—Wyne and Dine/Book 1 in my Harland County spin-off series, and editing a third book, a paranormal to be released in October.

Hamming it up before the ball at ARC NOLA 2014

Hamming it up before the ball at ARC NOLA 2014

But I wanted to take a moment to mention the wonderful time I had at the Author Reader Conference in New Orleans. I met some great authors and readers, enjoyed a carriage ride tour through the French Quarter, a fun trolley ride through the city, let loose at the masquerade ball, and my favorite, visited the WWII Museum. I look forward to going back next year.

I also had the pleasure of doing two workshops with my screenwriting partner, JT Schultz on adapting book-to-script and on contracts, plus I did the Cowboy Panel with the wonderful Sylvia McDaniels I mentioned in last month’s post.

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Here was how we simplified writing a cowboy (as opposed to riding a cowboy…whole ‘nother topic. ☺):

This applies whether you write sweet, hot, erotic, or historical cowboys.

I’d like to thank everyone who came and made the panel so much fun.

 

 

It was while at the conference that a wonderful thing happened. Book 4 in my Harland County Series—HER FOREVER COWBOY was nominated and won SSLY’s July Read of the Month!

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A big thank you to all who voted!

I know I shared an excerpt last month, but since Kevin won book of the month I feel I should give the cowboy his due and share a little more of the hotty. This is a fun scene between him and two other cowboys (Kade-Book 3 and Connor-Book 2), discussing their women…and his dilemma.

Excerpt:

“Well now,” Connor said, getting up, but he didn’t leave, he headed to the fridge to grab three beers. “At least the tension has subsided. I was plumb afraid to breathe there for a while.” Moose tossed a beer to Kade, then set one down in front of him before retaking his seat. “You look like you need that.”

JD would’ve been better, but he popped the cap and took a long pull. The ice-cold brew slid down his throat in a welcomed chug.

“Well?” Connor stared at him.

Kevin glanced from Moose to Kade then back again. “Well what?”

“Is there something you want to tell us, Daddy?” McJollyRancher sat back in his chair and laughed.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “Shayla already explained all that to you, Moose. Sorry if she used big words.”

The giant chuckled while Kade sat back and drank his beer. Watching. Quietly. Damn. Sgt. Observation was in the house. Which meant trouble. When his cousin was in the all-seeing/all-knowing mode, no one was safe. He’d much rather deal with McQuestions on his right.

Kevin wasn’t stupid. He glanced away, drank his beer, biding his time until he could leave without appearing to run.

“Nearly a week together,” Connor continued, shaking his head. “You were brave, man. I would’ve never been able to do that in the early days with Kerri. No way could I have kept my hands off her.”

“He didn’t,” Kade stated, gaze glued to Kevin’s, direct. Spot on.

Dammit.

“Ah, hell, Kevin.” Moose set his bottle on the table with a thud. “What’d you go and do that for? Now you’re screwed.”

Kevin snorted. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

The big cowboy nodded and lifted his beer in a toast. “Ain’t that always the case?”

“You couldn’t just leave her be?” Kade shook his head, disappointment clouding his gaze.

“I hate to break this to you, cuz, but it was mutual, you know,” he defended, but declined to mention it was actually Shayla who had initiated sex the first time. She’d propositioned him. Not that it had taken much. In fact, it had taken very little—the fact she’d had very little on under her robe.

He downed the rest of his beer then got up and grabbed another. Definitely a multiple kind of night. Ah, hell. Stupid word choice.

“You’re right,” his cousin said. “And I wouldn’t have been able to last cooped up with Brandi like that, either. I’d just hoped you were stronger.”

“Nope. Human like the rest of you,” he said, dropping back into his chair.

“Then let me guess…” Connor leaned forward. “You probably agreed to a friends having sex thing.”

“Yeah, with no relationship,” his cousin added.

Kevin pulled the bottle from his mouth and shook his head. “Not exactly. Ours was a Houston thing.”

Moose frowned. Must’ve been an adult word in there the big guy hadn’t understood. Kevin glanced at Kade. Damn, his cousin was frowning, too.

“We agreed to have sex only while we were in Houston,” he clarified before he tipped back his beer, feeling a little better at having explained his dilemma.

“Well, hell.”

“Damn.”

He held up his bottle in mock salute to their responses. “Exactly.”

“So, when are you going back?”

“What?”

“If you two can only have sex in Houston, when are you going back?” Connor asked.

Kevin laughed. “We’re not, you idiot.”

“Oh, so you’re just not going to have sex anymore.”

“What? No. I mean, yes…I mean no.” He shot to his feet, a fierce restlessness rushing through him.

“Ah shit,” Moose grumbled. “Kade, your cousin is going through withdrawals.”

“Yeah, but as soon as I figure out how to fix things, I’ll be fine.”

“Fix what things?”

“My body.”

“What the hell’s wrong with your body?”

“She broke it.”

Moose pounded on his chest as he choked on his beer. “She broke your body?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t work anymore. Nada. Zip. Not even a twitch,” he stated, pointing to his crotch.

McGiant turned a little green as reluctance dulled his eyes. “Do I want to know how you know this?”

“I was out with this smokin’ hot redhead last night—”

“You mean Shayla?” Connor interrupted.

“No, a dental hygienist at a honky tonk in Galveston.”

“So, what happened?”

“Nothing. Not a damn thing, that’s just it.” Shoving a hand through his hair, Kevin blew out a breath in an attempt to relieve the pressure in his chest. “We were dancing, having a great time, when she pushed me against the wall and kissed me long and deep.”

“And nothing happened,” Kade said.

“Exactly.” Kevin slapped the counter. “Nothing. No spark, no twinge. The one-eyed monster is on strike. No lead in the pipe. Limp biscuits ‘r’ us. But oh…” He reeled back, lifting his hands. “One little look from Shayla, one innocent brush of the hand and bammo. Hello Houston we now have liftoff. All systems are a go-go!”

The guys just stared at him. And blinked. Smiling. Dammit. It wasn’t funny.

He dropped back down in the chair with a curse. “It’s not right. It’s like she rewrote…” pausing, he sat up straight and blinked at the two chuckleheads. “Son-of-a-bitch. She did. Somehow she rewired my libido so it only responds to her touch.”

“Sorry, cuz.” Kade chuckled. “You know that’s not possible.”

“Sure it is. I’m living proof. It’s like a signature on a gun. You program it only to fire with a certain palm print around the handle.”

“Oh.” Connor nodded. “So, your limp biscuit will only work if Shayla’s palm—”

“I think we get the picture,” Kade interrupted.

“Yes.” McGiant nodded. “Kevin here has entered the girl vortex.”

His cousin grunted, tipping his beer.

“Exactly my problem,” Kevin agreed. “Now there’s no movement below the belt unless I’m near Shayla’s vortex.”

A grinning Connor rose to his feet and slapped him on the back. “Well, good luck with that, Dalton.”

“Really?” Kevin frowned up at the giant. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“Yeah, except we’ve all been through it, man. Every last one of us. Including your brother-in-law Brock. You’ll figure it out. We all did and lived to tell about it.”

“He’s right,” Kade agreed.

“Yeah, but you and Connor and Cole and Brock are all in relationships now.” He glanced from one smiling man to the other. “You know that’s not for me. Besides, Shayla isn’t staying. If it weren’t for committing to the Dance-a-thon and helping the charity, she would’ve split Sunday night.”

“You think so?” McCall’s brows disappeared under his hair.

“I know so, and I’m betting once the contest is over, she’s gone. So, that means no relationship.”

“Seems to me that should work well for you, then.” Connor slapped his back again. “You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” And with a two finger salute, the cowboy sauntered out of the kitchen.

The big guy had a point. If Shayla wasn’t staying, there was no danger of having a relationship. But, she wasn’t the only one who sparked his concern.

“You’re worried about Amelia.” Kade stared at him from across the table, gaze direct and intense.

“Yeah. She’s kind of grown attached to me.”

“Just her?”

“Yeah, her mom seems fine leaving things in Houston.”

“I wasn’t talking about Shayla.”

He blinked. Trying to clear his head. He probably shouldn’t have finished that second beer so fast. “I don’t think Caitlin is attached to me.”

“Not Caitlin, you screwball. I’m talking about you.”

“Me? I’m very attached to me.”

“Kevin.”

Uh oh. Sgt. Hardass was back in the building.

“I’m talking about you being attached to Amelia.”

He scoffed and waved a hand at his cousin. “No worries. I’m not attached to—” Kevin stopped. Whether he finished the sentence with daughter or mother, it would be a lie. And he hated lies. And secrets. Like the one his college girlfriend had kept from him.

“Kevin, how are you really doing?”

“I’m fine,” he automatically replied.

“So, this business with Amelia calling you Daddy and hugging you like you’re her whole life hasn’t brought back memories? Hasn’t stirred up the loss of your child?”

 

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~Donna

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Nightfall-It’s dark, it’s hot, it’s more than sex

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About a year ago the incredible author Joey Hill and I did a Twitter party together to promote our new releases. Our readers who swarmed us asked if we ever thought of writing a book together. I have collaborated before but Joey has always been a solitary writer so for her it was a big stretch. But we huddle din her room at a conference (disturbing everyone around us, of course!) and created the details outline for a story about a vampire and a cowboy. Can I say I was nervous every time I sent her my section to read? (Can you see I have no nails left?) because Joey’s prose is just so beautiful. But somehow she put up with me and the book we created is, well, some of the best work I’ve ever done. So thank you, Joey. Here’s your taste of Nightfall and we hope you enjoy it and will pick it up at your favorite online store.

Blurb:

Ranch owner Quinn Pedraza has to find someone to run the saloon he won in a bet, but more than that, he needs a woman who can handle his alpha personality…and closet submissive sexual cravings. When vampire Selene Torres arrives on the scene, he gets everything he wants—and learns what he really needs.

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When she stepped between the two men without hesitation, he bit back an oath. He was ten paces away, too far to keep her from getting mashed like Spam between two slapped-together pieces of Merita.

Instead, one slim hand landed on the barrel chest of Howie Gold, a regular, the other on the arm of a drugstore cowboy who’d probably said something stupid to set off Howie. They both had clenched fists and alcohol-induced stupid written all over their faces, but then she leveled that blue gaze on them. “You’re interfering with my getting a drink. And that pisses me off.”

She didn’t raise her voice, but she didn’t need to do so. The impact of her expression turned them into deer frozen in the headlights, waiting for a truck to hit. Those blue eyes held something… Well, he knew how crazy it sounded, given he could have picked her up under one arm, but the word that came to mind was dangerous.

Mesmerizing was a close second, and he meant it literally. Something about her quieted the crowd and held both men in place, those fists loosening into uncertain curls.

In contrast, that sense of danger made Quinn want to keep coming toward her. His cock had hardened, pressing against the denim of his fly and demanding release. No, demanding to be plunged into the tight wetness of her body.

There was no way she could sense his reaction. A handful of occupied tables were between him and her, plus a bunch of people on their feet to corral the fight. He was just one in the crowd. Yet when his cock stiffened, her gaze flicked away from the two men and lasered right to him.

He had a voracious sexual appetite and liked a dozen different kinds of kink. All the women he’d chosen in the past fifteen years—and the rodeo circuit had provided a lot of those–had seemed to enjoy sex with him. He tried to be a generous lover and, without ego, he knew he had the kind of alpha male personality women liked, strong and demanding in the right ways. Their willing compliance should have been enough for him.

Yet sometimes, lying awake in the hours before dawn, a sleeping woman next to him, he wondered if they were too obedient. Too acquiescing. And damn it all, that didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t as if they just lay there and waited for him to give them orders. Most of those relationships had had some substance to them, such that a couple became more than just casual sex. Annie had been the last of those, some time ago.

Since then, he’d had the occasional casual fuck, but it was half-hearted. He’d told himself it was because of how hard he was working, but he knew that was a lie. Every relationship had lacked some intangible thing he couldn’t put his finger on.

Something which he had the oddest feeling had just put its finger on him.

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How sexy are a vampire and a cowboy?

One of the highlights of the past year has been writing a book with my aspirational author, the incredible Joey Hill. Our readers suggested it, so we paired a vampire form Joey’s vampire world, and a cowboy from my cowboy world, and the result is NIGHTFALL.

“Ranch owner Quinn Pedraza has to find someone to run the saloon he won in a bet, but more than that, he needs a woman who can handle his alpha personality…and closet submissive sexual cravings. When vampire Selene Torres arrives on the scene, he gets everything he wants—and learns what he really needs.”

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When she stepped between the two men without hesitation, he bit back an oath. He was ten paces away, too far to keep her from getting mashed like Spam between two slapped-together pieces of Merita.

Instead, one slim hand landed on the barrel chest of Howie Gold, a regular, the other on the arm of a drugstore cowboy who’d probably said something stupid to set off Howie. They both had clenched fists and alcohol-induced stupid written all over their faces, but then she leveled that blue gaze on them. “You’re interfering with my getting a drink. And that pisses me off.”

She didn’t raise her voice, but she didn’t need to do so. The impact of her expression turned them into deer frozen in the headlights, waiting for a truck to hit. Those blue eyes held something… Well, he knew how crazy it sounded, given he could have picked her up under one arm, but the word that came to mind was dangerous.

Mesmerizing was a close second, and he meant it literally. Something about her quieted the crowd and held both men in place, those fists loosening into uncertain curls.

In contrast, that sense of danger made Quinn want to keep coming toward her. His cock had hardened, pressing against the denim of his fly and demanding release. No, demanding to be plunged into the tight wetness of her body.

There was no way she could sense his reaction. A handful of occupied tables were between him and her, plus a bunch of people on their feet to corral the fight. He was just one in the crowd. Yet when his cock stiffened, her gaze flicked away from the two men and lasered right to him.

He had a voracious sexual appetite and liked a dozen different kinds of kink. All the women he’d chosen in the past fifteen years—and the rodeo circuit had provided a lot of those–had seemed to enjoy sex with him. He tried to be a generous lover and, without ego, he knew he had the kind of alpha male personality women liked, strong and demanding in the right ways. Their willing compliance should have been enough for him.

Yet sometimes, lying awake in the hours before dawn, a sleeping woman next to him, he wondered if they were too obedient. Too acquiescing. And damn it all, that didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t as if they just lay there and waited for him to give them orders. Most of those relationships had had some substance to them, such that a couple became more than just casual sex. Annie had been the last of those, some time ago.

Since then, he’d had the occasional casual fuck, but it was half-hearted. He’d told himself it was because of how hard he was working, but he knew that was a lie. Every relationship had lacked some intangible thing he couldn’t put his finger on.

Something which he had the oddest feeling had just put its finger on him.

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Cynthia D’Alba’s View

Hi all! Cynthia D’Alba here. It’s been an interesting month since I last yabbered here. :) What’s going on with me? 

Well, first, there is my current view!

Doesn’t that look like fun? Total Knee Replacement. OUCH! Which all means I’m laid up. With all that time on my hands, what am I doing? Eating bon-bons and watching television? I wish! Here’s what I’m working on today:

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This past week, the author collection BROUGHT TO HIS KNEES released on Tuesday (August 19).

The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one.

This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower.

Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

My novella in this collection is A COWBOY’S SEDUCTION. A Cowboy's Seduction-highres

 

Brock Wade has raised his brothers and sister since their parents’ deaths fourteen years ago. All work and no vacation can make a cowboy a tad grumpy, or at least that’s what his family and crew believe. Brock wants to spend the two weeks before Christmas working as usual. Instead he’s forced by his siblings to take a vacation to the Sand Castle Resort…a vacation he doesn’t want to a Caribbean resort he’s never heard of. He’s sure he’ll be miserable the whole time.

 

Natalie Diamond is dreaming of getting out of icy Memphis and down to her parents’ oceanfront condo for a couple of weeks of rest and warmth. When her parents accept an out-of-town invitation, she’s sure she’ll be stuck at home watching it sleet and snow. But instead of leaving Natalie shivering, her parents send her on an all-expense paid trip to the Sand Castle Resort.

 

A casual friendship over drinks rapidly evolves into a hot seduction, which is great until feelings get involved. When vacation is over, Brock and Natalie are forced to make the difficult decision to walk away or see where life might lead them.

 

But falling in love in two weeks isn’t possible. Right?

This collection will only be available for a LIMITED TIME for the insane price of $0.99! How can you go wrong? Grab your copy from one of the links below
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If that isn’t enough, I have a single title release on Sept 2, 2014! Book 4 in the Texas Montgomery Mavericks Series…

TEXAS TWIST

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Real bad boys can grow up to be real good men.

Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 4

Hit hard by the death of her parents, Paige Ryan needs to figure out what to do with her life. She moves to Whispering Springs, Texas, to be near her step-brother. But just as she starts to get her life on track, the last man she ever wanted to see again sends it right back off the rails.

Cash Montgomery was on the cusp of having it all. Three bull riding titles, fame, fortune and respect from his family. Until a bad bull leaves him injured, angry and searching for comfort at the bottom of a bottle. With nowhere to go, he moves into his sister-in-law’s old ranch house in Whispering Springs—which he’s surprised to find already occupied.

As Cash rebuilds the dilapidated home and Paige starts out on her medical career, their old friendship begins to reemerge and sparks are ignited. Paige knows that Cash is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. But maybe this bad boy has grown up to be a real good man?

Warning: Watch out for falling lumber, falling in holes, and falling for the wrong guy…again. You can leave your hard hat on.

Texas Twist is available for pre-ordering now! Order your copy :)

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Guest Susan Arden is DISHING ON Crafting the Cowboy

WHAT’S COOKING? BBQ’d Bad Boy

Today I’m rustling up a hero. Ya know the type.

BAD BOY aka hard to tame. I’m thinking I’ll need a stud.

In pondering a hero, many authors use all sorts of methods to craft an imaginary vision and mold a cowboy. In Breaking A Bad Boy, Book 6 of the Bad Boys series, I had come to the youngest of the McLemore brothers bloodline.

Rory McLemore, badass to the bone.

I’d teased around with him since Book 1 in the B.B. series, but now he was called front and center. There were a few issues that had to be addressed and foremost were the aspects or sense of him that readers had so far. Primary was his driving edge. Dude definitely had a razor sharp bite to his personality already in play in the Bad Boys books.

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Quote from COLLARED By the Cowboy (Book 5)

“She must be something,” Rory said, walking into the office. “Man, even I can call a girl.”

“This ain’t any little girl,” he muttered.

Rory went to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. “Is she the reason you’re cutting out early this week?”

“Might be,” Brandon said. “What about you?” He didn’t know what to make of Rory, except that he was pigheaded.

“Sommer and I are taking a break.” Rory pulled back on the tab of his beer can, holding it away as the spray flew. He raised it to his mouth, tipping it upward for a long swallow.

Rory’s turbulent romantic history with one young lady made talking about sex difficult. He was the brother who didn’t kiss and tell. Hell, Brandon didn’t know if he kissed at all.

“Another one. Well, that’s commendable, I guess,” Brandon remarked.

“I’m not trying to set any records. It would be impossible, anyway. To be the youngest McLemore badass isn’t a place anyone should want to be,” Rory said wryly.

 

So to backtrack a bit. Before I began writing Breaking, I addressed how much fire to infuse in Rory. He’s full of spit and vinegar for sure. And thinking of scorching, that meant suffusing lots of spice to give Rory’s character the right amount of kick.

So why not think of a hero in terms of cooking? In my recipe for romance, I opted to turn up the heat (hot enough to peel paint!). About three cups of habanero jalapeños worth for Rory! That man’s got a temper and in order to round him up, it required just the right torch.

Next, on to contriving the outer trappings of this panty-dropping fantasy man. In fully crafting this cowboy, it took further thought besides flames-n-fire.

The 411:

He’s a 22-year old cowboy and a twin (brother to Corinth McLemore (Cory) ~ Girls’ Night Out). Rory works and lives at Evermore Ranch in Annona, Texas. Click. Click. Boom.

So in dishing the recipe for this rowdy cowboy, he’s gotta have a killer gaze. We’ll need some a few dozen thunderbolts for Rory’s baby blues.

And his mouth. A ton of TNT for the commentary that he lets loose.

Then came a truckload of marble. I traveled high and low, searching for a gifted sculptor for his chiseled good looks let me tell ya.

A few pieces of sandpaper for how his jaw feels scraped against a cheek or between a pair of thighs.

One hundred sixty-two pounds of hard muscle. Stretched and molded into one long, lanky, and brick wall of a body!

Roll him in a gold dust for a bronze tan done just right.

A bottle of Jack…or two. Drizzled in and on him.

Not to forget: fifty pounds of badassery mixed in. Oh hell, let’s whip it good!.

And then the cherry on this sundae of man-candy is…hold on to your hats. Dude’s a virgin. Whisper-scream! I’m not a stone cold witch! I had to do it.

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Breaking A Bad Boy is about a man who refuses to succumb to the reputation his brothers forged all over town, not to mention the bedrooms his brothers—Matt, Stephen, Miller, and Brandon gallivanted through. And since Rory has had his eyes set on Sommer since high school, he refuses to be the one to brand her. He loves her that much.

The tables are turned in the erotic romance where ‘outercourse’ (that’s right—not intercourse) is the name of the game. Up one wall and down the next! That is until Rory can convince Sommer to marry him. But she’s got her own plan as in white-hot sex…and he wants that too but only after they’re married. So be prepared, it’s about to get hot. Real hot in BREAKING A BAD BOY.

‘Cause somebody’s about to come undone. All. The. Way!

Yee Haw. Save a horse. RIDE A COWBOY!

Thanks for the visit and lettin’ me dish on Rory McLemore!
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Crank up the A/C — AND A GIVEAWAY!

Whoooeee, I’m feeling a little hot, and it’s not because of the crappy 70 degree temperatures in PA! I’ve spent all morning reading through my new cowboy book, BODY LANGUAGE. It’s hot in a brand new way, as this cowboy really knows how to use his rope!

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5 REASONS cowboys are hot:

 

1. Giving you the smoldering gaze from under the brim of a hat

2. Jeans that fit JUST RIGHT–ooh yessss

3. Their country drawls are like maple syrup on pancakes. And we’re the pancakes.

4. Cowboys are protectors and keepers. Their jobs are to care for animals and keep things running smoothly. Now put him in the kitchen!

5. They’re pretty damn good with ropes–and Damian from BODY LANGUAGE is exceptional. Mm-hmmm.

 

 

There are no words for desire this hot…but he’ll sure try to find them.

The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 2

If there’s one thing that Damian Vince can do well, it’s read women. With his trademark wink and sexy drawl, he’s the most wanted cowboy on the Boot Knockers Ranch, a spa where sexually challenged women come to get charmed out of their uptight panties.

He’s also the ranch’s bad boy—he hates to admit he’s had his mug-shot taken more than once. But now he’s on the right path, ranching and fulfilling women’s desires.

Prim grade-school teacher Ruthie Johansson prays Damian will be able to fix her strict upbringing that’s left her leery of men and intercourse, though her body aches for both. Once she sets eyes on the muscular, auburn-haired Damian, she throbs only for him.

As they get skin to skin, her instinct touches something Damian’s been struggling to hide from his fellow Boot Knockers. A secret he’s spent a lifetime keeping buried beneath bar brawls and a bad attitude. But with Ruthie’s gentle coaxing, he just might give overcoming it another try—as long as they do their homework in bed.

Warning: Contains a bad boy with a vulnerable underside, a squeaky clean woman who wants to get dirty, and a secret shame only love and compassion can heal. Prepare to drool while he parses her sentences…one sexy verb at a time.

 

EXCERPT:

Ruthie clasped her hands and fought to keep from wringing them. The backstage area was alive with chatter. Excited giggles echoed around her as she waited for the cowboys.

She looked at the other women. They were as diverse as the cowboys on the brochure. Women with every shade of hair and body type huddled together, some talking quietly about what to expect.

With a knot of nausea in her throat, Ruthie didn’t feel like speaking. Besides, when she stepped onto the stage, she would be alone. No one could save her from what she’d chosen to do.

Isabel, the stage manager, buzzed between girls, dashing notes on her clipboard. “You’re up third, Ruthie.”

Nodding, she battled the urge to bolt for the door. Boarding the jet to Texas had given her the illusion she was going on a nice vacation. But once she’d arrived at the ranch and been taken into a private screening room to choose from a selection of cowboys, her real purpose hit hard.

She’d come to find the most sexual pleasure she’d ever known, which would be easy considering she hadn’t found it with her former lovers.

Images of the five cowboys she’d selected revolved through her mind. They were in the audience right now. In a few minutes she’d step onto the stage and they’d fight over who would win her.

She dragged in a wavering gasp just as Isabel announced the first contestant was to take the stage.

Holding her breath with the rest of the women, Ruthie watched from the sidelines as a tall girl with a pretty face and dishwater-blonde hair stood before the cowboys.

Ruthie’s mind clouded, and she stared at her simple, flat leather sandals. How had she gotten here? From the third-grade classroom to a sex club. Her face burned.

By the time she lifted her gaze again, the first woman was coming offstage.

With a cowboy.

Ruthie felt her jaw drop as she came face-to-face with the dashing, muscled man in worn denim, boots and hat. His shirt was blue plaid, sleeves rolled to his elbows, displaying a tattoo of a rodeo belt buckle on his forearm.

“Take good care of her, Elliot,” Isabel said with a grin.

He tipped his hat at Isabel and hooked the woman’s arm more securely over his. He led her through the throng of women and out the side door.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Ruthie gasped for breath when contestant number two took the stage. She wore ill-fitting clothes that disguised her body. When she took her place in the spotlight, she smiled, and her whole appearance transformed.

“I wish we could hear what they’re saying,” someone beside Ruthie whispered.

Me too. What should she expect? More Q&A? How would she ever keep her knees from knocking when faced with all that testosterone?

“Get ready, Ruthie. It’s almost your turn.”

The knot in her belly pulled tight, and she was pretty sure she knew what expression she wore. In the classroom, it was one she’d come to recognize early—right before the cleanup.

Contestant number two came off stage, grinning like Miss America and guided by a tanned hunk with his hand on the small of her back.

Ruthie shivered, more aware of herself than ever before. Within minutes she’d be that girl, and she’d have some cowboy’s hand on her.

All OVER me with any luck.

“Ruthie, you’re on!”

Sucking in a deep breath, she stepped onto the stage. Her sandals were almost noiseless on the polished floor. As soon as she stepped into the spotlight, she broke out in a sweat. Her watermelon-colored cotton sundress clung to her damp skin, and she squeezed her fingers together until her knuckles popped.

Her heart throbbed heavily in her ears. Through the glare of lights, she could just make out the line of cowboys. They sat in plush leather chairs with red buttons before them.

Oh my God, I’ve landed on a game show. And I’m the prize.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello.” Her voice was soft, melodic.

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

“Sure, thanks.” She put her hand out.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not…”

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

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