Western Romance Rides Again in The Sons of Johnny Hastings by Maddie Taylor.

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Five tales of five illegitimate sons of a profligate gambler; these half-brothers learn of their father’s death, some learning for the first time that their brothers exist.  These rugged, handsome men, despite their unfortunate beginnings, grow to become strong, upstanding men (for the most part) in their own right, no thanks to their father. Still, from across the country they embark on a journey. Along with their sassy and sometimes mischievous brides, they travel to Denver for the reading of the will. For most, the will is the least of their concerns.  Instead, they have a burning curiosity to meet the other sons of Johnny Hastings.







I am a sucker for a good romance. If it’s a historical western with hot cowboys, stick a fork in me… I’ve always thought traveling back to the old west, would be a hoot and a half, don’t you think? Reminiscent of Gunsmoke and Bonanza (‘Memba Little Joe?), the era seems very romantic with the cowboys, the gallantry, the clothes (corsets, bustles and petticoats, oh my) and all the legends of the wild wild west.

The cowboy was greatly romanticized and fictionalized by old Hollywood. They rarely had the wealth, power and frankly the aroma to make a woman swoon. Imagine the smell after working all day with horses, cattle and no deodorant. UGH.

Despite the reality, Hollywood brought us John Wayne, Clint Eastwood and Jimmy Stewart, so women love cowboys and western romance. Since we are writers of fiction, I asked two of the authors why and what made up their image of a perfect cowboy.  

Patty DevlinRugged cowboys, who are toned and muscular, hands rough from working… I get excited just thinking about it. Why? Maybe because I picture them as no-nonsense, get their work done kind of men. Oh, and cowboy hats and arrogant winks… Sigh… Yeah. Then there is all that leather. The smell of oil from rubbing their saddles or tack down. Yummy, and I can imagine a big leather belt at his waist too. Dang, I’m getting side tracked. What was the question again? LOL The perfect cowboy? See above LOL! Add to it hair in need of a trim, a rough chin with a good day’s growth, and toned legs and thighs from sitting in a saddle all day long. Makes perhaps for a pleasant place to lay over and receive a good hard spanking. Then to sit on those leather chaps with my freshly spanked bare-bottom, omg I have to hurry off and finish this fantasy in a book or something…

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I asked the same question of Mary Wehr and asked her to describe her perfect cowboy.

Mary: In movies, ranchers and cowboys are usually portrayed as rugged, sexy men more inclined to administer a good old-fashioned spanking when warranted. With a historical western romance, a reader is almost guaranteed a hero who is firm and commanding, protective and caring. Maybe that’s why cowboys are so popular. I could be wrong, but I do know when I want to read a romance with a sassy, spunky heroine and a stern hero, I search for a western. I know I’m bound to find what I want. Women have come a long way since the 1800’s and that’s a good thing, but sometimes it’s nice to fantasize about being thought only as ‘his woman’. A cowboy does that for me.

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Mm… rugged cowboys sound yummy! But in actuality, the old west was harsh and very rustic, which convinces me when I think of it, that I was definitely born in the right era. I do often wonder if swept back in time, what modern conveniences I would have missed most.  

All of our stories are set in 1872, which means no TP, A/C, birth control, automobile, cell phone (or any phone for that matter- it wasn’t invented yet).  Here is my short list and why…

#1 for me, OMG it has to be birth control. I have two sons. All my hubby had to do was look at me and I was knocked up. I would have been one of those women who had a dozen or died in childbirth (my last child being 11 lbs. 4 oz., yeah, that was a C-section).

#2 Toilet paper. Having gone fishing with my hubby and hiking with my hubby, the leaf experience does not do it for me. A man has it easy, just drop trow and whiz away, we girls have a little more hygienic practices to attend to.

#3 A/C, I live in the southeast and it gets freakin’ hot down here. Give me artificial air any day, especially when I’m trying to sleep.

#4 A car, I do not do horses… Need I say more?

#5 Take my cell phone… please! My laptop and internet are a different story, however.

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Patricia Green also weighed in and ranked toilet paper as her top pick. Of those choices, I’d miss TP the most, simply because it’s used more often than the other choices, so I would be frequently reminded of what I was missing. And, besides, pages from the Sears & Roebuck catalogue must have been inky. Second, A/C, because with the clothing styles of the time, it would be stifling hot in the summertime and the smell of so many hot and sweaty people must have been overwhelming.

If I could be transported back in time, I think the thing I would like the most would be the formal manners of the tiem. I’d like to be called “Miss” or “Mrs.” Regularly and until I gavepermission ohewise and took a step toward a deeper friendship. It’s a signal we don’t have anymore and I think we’ve lost something in being so free with people’s names. The thing I would like the least would be the way clothes were washed. I can’t imagine using lye soap on a washboard.

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I wholeheartedly agree, I like my washing machine and adore the wrinkle guard on my dryer. LOL   Thank you for allowing my romantic cowboy meanderings today, but since time is short and space is limited, let’s get down to the hot and juicy with an excerpt from one of the five novels from The Sons of Johnny Hastings, The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose.

Unjustly accused of murder, Sam Pride is on the run and his luck worsens when he tangles with the Curly James gang. The only bright spot is the little spitfire rancher who steals his heart with her courage and spunk. When the two set off together for Cheyenne and then Denver, sparks fly and their magnetic connection grows.

Still, Mabelle is not sure if Sam will commit and even if he does, can he clear his name before a bounty hunter shoots him or brings him in?

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Padding softly to the living room, she blinked in the darkness and located his large frame stretched out on the floor. She listened to the sound of his breath, deepened in sleep. Kneeling beside him, she grasped one of the guns at his side and began to slowly draw it out of the holster.

In a flash, he sat up, gun drawn and pointing in her face.

She gave a little scream of surprise, falling back. “Don’t shoot!” she begged, realizing how foolish her plan had been.

He stood up, lifting her to her feet with a firm grip on her arm. “What did you think you were doing?” he demanded, his voice icy. “You want the bounty on my head, too?”

“No,” she protested, and tried to step back, but he held her fast.

“Seven fifty is not enough for you? You want it all? Fine,” he said, turning his pistol around and handing it to her by the handle. “Go ahead and take it.”

She shook her head. “No, I—”

“Take it.”

She grasped the gun to appease him, her hands shaking so badly it wobbled in her grip.

“Go on, shoot me. I won’t draw on you. Here, take both my guns,” he said, lifting his arm to give her access to the other gun at his hip.

She shook her head. “That’s not—”

“Shoot me, Mabelle. It is not hard. You just pull the trigger and it’s done. Go on.”

Her chin trembled, the tears coming close to expulsion. “No!” she said.

He snatched the gun back with a look of disgust and holstered it. “It is hard to take a life, isn’t it?”

“I wasn’t going to—”

“Go and get me a wooden spoon.”

She obeyed without thinking, relieved to be released from his dark gaze, but when she reached the wash tub and grasped the spoon, she stopped, guessing his intentions for it.

She heard the scrape of a chair and turned to see him settling in it, looking at her expectantly.

“You could light a lamp, too, but I don’t mind spanking you in the dark.”

“You are not spanking me!” she insisted, her voice shrill.

He said nothing, simply looked at her from across the dark room.

Her heart thundered in her chest. She realized she had little choice but to accept his punishment. Fighting him would be fruitless, and only make him angrier. He thought she meant to kill him and he intended to exact retribution.

Well, if his retribution for murder was a spanking with a wooden spoon, she could take it. She drew her shoulders back and marched over to stand before him, offering the spoon.

“Thank you, Mabelle,” he said, his voice even. “Do you want to light the lamp?”

Did she want him to have a brighter view of her backside splayed across his knees? Hell, no.

“No,” she mumbled, her glower focusing on the collar of his shirt.

“No, sir,” he corrected.

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Gem’s July Contest–Win a Kindle Paperwhite

Hey, everyone! Yes, you read the blog title right. I’m giving away a Kindle Paperwhite (and other stuff) in my July Contest. I know many of you have already, liked, voted, subscribed, friended, and tweeted me…but you can still enter. :D And if you haven’t entered one of my contests before, it’s pretty darned easy. Check out the link below.

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Cowboys and wine-who’d a thunk it

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I live in a very unique area of Texas called the Hill Country. Probably because we have a lot of hill. (Pause for loud laughter). The landscape is dotted with wildflowers and linking the small towns are ranches of every size and type. Everything from huge cattle ranches to ranches that breed ad train horses to some great dude ranches. About 50 miles south of Fredericksburg, in Bandera, dude ranches have been operating since 1920. The self-proclaimed “Cowboy Capital of the World” is home to seven dude ranches, where guests can take trail rides and eat cowboyfare. And a lot of people who don’t own ranches still have horses and it’s very common to see them riding along the side of a two-lane highway or even down the road the runs past my little rural community. So yeah, Stetson and boots are pretty much the common dress.


Note: Who wouldn’t like to drink wine with Longmire?

But the Hill Country offers another unique industry–­wineries. There are twenty-two wineries in the Hill Country, seven around Fredericksburg alone, with two more slated to open soon. Texas is now the nation’s fifth largest wine-producing state.A hard morning on horseback can be followed by an afternoon of wine and cheese. And nobody minds a bit.

The Hill Country doesn’t just sit culturally at the intersection of cowboy and urbane; it sits there geographically, too. Most of the region’s attractions are within an hour’s drive of Austin, the state’s hipster capital, and San Antonio, home of the Alamo. And in a state where a drive between cities can be derriere-numbingly long, the Hill Country provides easy stops in a short distance.

PS. Sam Elliott’s voice makes me horny but don’t tell anyone. Sam and a bottle of wine make my night.


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So don’t be entirely surprised if that cowboy you saw riding herd this morning decides to wet his whistle late in the day with a glass of chardonnay or sauvignon blanc.







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If You Like Getting Free Things, Randi Alexander Has Some Giveaways for You

I’m giving away a signed bookmark and a set of three romance trading cards and all you have to do is send me a letter.


The bookmark features hot new cover model Chase Borst, and the romance trading cards feature the Hot Country Series: Chase and Seduction, Heart of Steele, and Rough Ryder.

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What I’ve been up to

I’ve had my head down and fingers on the keyboard writing up a storm lately.  But occasionally I do come up for fresh air.  And when I do, I’ve been having fun buying stock art to share on the blog but also for inspiration.

I just finished my committed menage book with my sheriff and rancher.  And now I’m on to another book that should be just as fun.

I haven’t been writing too many cowboy’s lately, but I will get back to them. Right now, I’ve got several characters begging me to write their stories, and I do listen to them :)

I’m hoping to have some news of new releases soon, I’m waiting on editors to talk to me and let me know where we sit.  But for today I thought I’d give you a little man candy from my menage book.




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Choosing Settings from Places I’ve Been by Myla Jackson

WyattsWar200Today is the release of my book WYATT’S WAR. It’s the first in the HEARTS & HEROES series and I’m having fun writing the stories using the places I’ve been. WYATT’S WAR is sent in San Antonio, Texas on the Riverwalk. It’s a beautiful setting for a romantic suspense with a military hero. This four-book series is based around the Magnus brothers who are all in the military.

The second book in the series is MACK’S WITNESS. Mack travels to Ireland (a place I have been an loved) for Wyatt’s wedding. I take the reader to Dublin and to a castle bed & breakfast I visited while in Ireland and introduce them to some of the crazy character I met while there. MacksWitness200x300

The third book, I’ll be writing soon, will be based in Venice, Italy. I can’t wait to write that one as I LOVED Venice and can’t wait to take the readers there with me in the pages of that book.

I haven’t chosen the location of the 4th book. Where should it be? I’ve been to London, Australia, New Zealand, Hawaii, Canada, Alaska, the Virgin Islands…So many places to choose from. Help me decide, please!


Today is release day for WYATT’S WAR, the first book in my military romance series HEARTS & HEROES. Hot military hero, romantic suspense, spitfire heroine in San Antonio,TX.

by Myla Jackson

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Hearts & Heroes, Book 1

After a particularly difficult operation in Somalia, Master Sergeant Wyatt Magnus is stuck with “light” duty providing anti-terrorist security for delegates at the International Trade Convention in San Antonio.

As he settles in for what he expects will be an easy assignment, he discovers he’s got a whole new kind of battle on his hands with the convention’s director, a tightly packaged, five-foot-nothing, sexy piece of work with an iron fist.

Under pressure to bring foreign dignitaries to the River Walk without a hitch, Fiona Allen doesn’t have time to babysit a Special Forces grunt with a superiority complex. Even if just looking at him makes her mouth water.

When a hotel snafu lands them in the same room, at first she’s steaming mad. Then burning up in smoking-hot desire. But even as she tells herself he’s a one-time ride, trouble is brewing behind the scenes. The kind of trouble with a vendetta—and a detonator.

Warning: Contains one hot hero with a gift for strategic placement of his hands, one fiery redhead who’d like to make a career out of exploring every rippling muscle, and one hotel room that’s about to see some serious action. Fire extinguisher recommended.

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Introducing Sarah M. Anderson!


Hi, everyone!

Hi everyone! I’m thrilled to be joining Wild and Wicked Cowboys today! I’ll be blogging on the 7th on a regular basis. Some of you may already know me, but I’d like to introduce myself to the rest of y’all–with a giveaway, of course.

I write modern-day cowboys and Indians for Harlequin Desire, Superromance, Samhain and occasionally I self-publish as well. What I write walks up to the line of erotic without actually crossing over, but I know you guys like your stuff spicy, so I’ll make sure to save the steamy excerpts for you–like the one below, so keep reading! :)

I’ve got two releases coming out next month! First up is Rodeo Dreams!

Rodeo Dreams FINAL

(Harlequin Superromance Aug. 5th:  Amazon | Indiebound | B & N | Harlequin | All Romance | iBooks)


    Ride straight to the top of the rodeo circuit—that’s June Spotted Elk’s dream. Having danced with adversity in the male-dominated world of bull riding, she won’t let anyone—not even a sexy, scarred stranger—get in her way.

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

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

Then, believe it or not, I have ANOTHER book out on the same day–Masked Cowboy!


(Sahmain, Aug. 5th in print: Amazon | Samhain | All Romance | B & N)

He hides from the world…but he can’t hide from her.

Men of the White Sandy, Book 2

Moving her veterinary practice out west is a chance for Mary-Beth to start over. But her resolve to learn to hold her tongue goes out the window when she meets Jacob, a Lakota cowboy who says next to nothing—especially about the black leather mask covering half his face. Sometimes he seems to be almost flirting. Other times, it’s as if he’s angry she exists. But there’s no mistaking the heat that flares between them.

Jacob still isn’t sure who—or what—carved up his face and killed his best friend three years ago. All he knows is the thing was after a child he now hides with his silence. A medicine woman’s granddaughter he would die to protect. Outspoken, sexy Mary Beth reminds him of how lonely his life has become. But he can’t forget how much he stands to lose if any distraction allows a monster to rise again and destroy the last hope of his people.

Warning: This book contains a masked cowboy with a lot to hide, a woman who shoots her mouth off at all the wrong times, and the wanton destruction of a certain pair of panties during explosive sex.

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    Excerpt from Masked Cowboy

He snarled at her as he quickly put both of her wrists in his left hand. Then the mother-of-pearl buttons on her cowgirl shirt were popping apart as he ripped through them, leaving her covered with nothing but her red silk Victoria’s Secret bra.

“You ride horses in that?” he barked, momentarily distracted by the flash of overt femininity.

“I didn’t wear it for the horses.” She wiggled one hand free and ran it through his mop of hair until she hit the patch strap. Before she could even begin to trace its path back up to his face, he growled again, grabbing her hand and completely flattening her against the door with the force of his kiss. Despite the soaked clothes, the heat rolling off him had her melting in all the best places.

“That’s right,” she panted, beginning to feel like she was losing control of the situation—of herself. “You wanted to know. You wanted to see.” He savagely grabbed one breast, expertly kneading the nipple through the silk.

Mary Beth was definitely losing control of herself as her head began to spin. No man had ever touched her like this, with this naked, aggressive need. Already, she was more turned on than she could ever remember being with any of the others. The way he pawed at her made the tingles on the top of the bluff look like child’s play. This—this was for grown-ups only.

“Yes,” she hissed as he bent his head and bit down on the silk. “Feel me. Taste me. Know me.”

“Shut up, just shut up,” he growled as he released her hands to yank her belt free and strip her pants down to her knees.

As he traced around the edge of the matching red silk panties, Mary Beth caught his face with her hands and pulled him back up to her lips. But instead of trying to get under his mask again, she slid her hands down to his belt and slid it free as she quickly undid those promising buttons.

He really wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was rock hard under her hands, his eye briefly rolling back into his head as she traced the length of everything he had to offer. But then that erotic rage snapped his head forward and he spun her around, pressing her into the door.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he panted as he fumbled out of his pants. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Shut up,” she demanded, spreading her legs as far as she could with her pants around her knees. “Shut up right now or I’ll rip that mask—”

She didn’t get any farther. The panties were no match for him. He burst into her, sliding all the way in, all the way up, filling her as no one and nothing ever had before. The power of the unexpected orgasm shook her like leaves on aspen, and that was just from the first thrust.

Oh!” she moaned as she shivered from the safety of his arms.

He froze. “What? What? I didn’t—I thought—”

“Jesus Christ, Jacob,” she begged, “don’t stop! Oh God, please don’t stop!” With a hungry, guttural moan, he slid in and out of her. He grabbed her hands and moved them back up the door until they were over her head again. But instead of holding them there, he traced back down the length of her arms until he came to her breasts again. He slipped his right hand under the silk cup of her left breast, kneading it with the same savage intensity he had just seconds before.

With his other hand, he followed the curve of her waist down to her hips, then over to the thick, glossy hair that covered her sex. With a flick of his thumb, he found her spot and began to rub the nub in small circles.

If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have lost her footing as the second orgasm shook her violently. “Oh!” she screamed this time, unable to control herself under his maddening touches.

He growled with satisfaction behind her, pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. His hips knocked into hers so hard that her forehead was again bouncing off the door, but she didn’t care as she arched her back, driving her breast more into his hand and raising her bottom up to meet his every demand.

Then, with one final deep thrust, he froze in silence, his fingers pinching the tip of her nipple, his thumb pressing against her clit, finally surrendering to the promise of freedom she’d offered him. While he came quietly, she couldn’t help but buck in ecstasy one final time with another “Oh!” Suddenly, he was gone from her, leaving her barely able to stand.

So, what do you think? Will you read a book about a man in a mask? I’m giving away an ebook of Masked Cowboy to one lucky commenter, so make sure to leave your preferred format in your comment. I look forward to hearing from everyone!

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A rose by any other name by Beth Williamson

The heart of any good historical novel is the research the writer puts into it. Writing an historical is not a decision to be made lightly. There are so many things you need to consider. Of course, the characters and the plot are important, I mean where would the story be without those elements?

But it’s the details of the time period that can either make or break the reader’s love for the story. Let me give you a for example, it’s no secret that I love westerns. I bought an ebook for another publisher, a western that was spicy like mine. I was getting into the story, loving the interaction between the hero and heroine and BAM! She used a term that didn’t even exist in the 1870s. It threw me out of the story completely. I did finish it, but it soured my experience.

Perhaps it’s because I research so much when I write that I am very particular when I read. Perhaps not. Have you ever read a medieval with women’s names that made no sense? Like for example, if her name is Mackenzie. Oh please, that is a 21st century first name. During Medieval times it was a surname, a clan, for God’s sake.

Or here’s another one. Cursing. Oh yes, cursing can be a curse for an historical writer. Two of my favorite curses, bullshit and asshole were not coined until the 1920s. You can’t imagine how hard it is to write someone cursing when I can’t use the words I enjoy myself.

Truly though, all kidding aside, research has to be a passion for the writer or it will be a chore. If you don’t enjoy history or researching accurate facts, then you probably shouldn’t write historical. There are so many details to look into. Even now I still have to look things up regularly although many have become second nature to me.

Think about it, folks. There’s clothing, shoes, socks, underwear, hats and coats. Then there’s common foods, drinks, cooking methods, utensils, stoves and ovens. Not to mention plates, forks, cups and napkins. When was indoor plumbing invented or when did women start wearing bras? What did they wear instead before then? What about expressions, for example, when did looney bin begin? Or historical events, sometimes writers twist them to their needs which really annoys historians. As readers, can we be more forgiving? Maybe.

So many details, so many things to research. A rose by any other name might be a rose, but you have to be sure it’s not one that wasn’t created until 1975 by some botanist in New York. :)

I only wish other writers would be as passionate about historical research as me. I consistently read books from major publishers with inaccurate language or something slightly of for the time period. One I just finished by a multiple-NYT best seller! I can sometimes overlook them and other times, well, I tend to make myself heard. In the movie theater watching 3:10 to Yuma (I admit I love western movies too!) Christian Bale used my two favorite curses as listed above and the time period was around 1870. A buzzer went off in my head and I turned to my husband and said. “I can’t believe he used that word!”

Of course the other movie patrons looked at me like I was insane so I lowered my voice and grumbled about historical accuracy. Then I watched the movie and lost myself in the world of westerns, much to my husband’s relief.

It’s important, I firmly believe, to know your history before beginning to write an historical. I’ve been itching for years to write a Medieval, but the research has held me back. I will want to make it very accurate and well, for that I’d probably need six months to get it all right.

For now I’ll stick to cowboys and ride the range by their side, checking my curse words and watching for cattle rustlers.

Until next time!



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How trolls are like cowboys…

Yes, I do appear to be stretching it a bit, trying to make a connection between my upcoming story, Once in a Blue Moon, and the theme of this blog. Shall we go with it and have some fun?

How trolls are like cowboys…

1) Both have tensile strength—deep muscle cloaking a strong frame. Where they differ is that cowboys tend to be lean. Trolls, even in human form, are burly and muscular. When their troll comes out to play, they bulk up even more–not quite as big and brutish as The Hulk, but you get my drift. My troll in Once in a Blue Moon, Ethan Thorne, would need to ride a Clydesdale rather than a quarter horse.

2) Both are extremely protective of what is theirs. Cowboys cosset their women and tend to their cattle. Trolls protect bridges, but once they crawl out from beneath them, they are extremely protective of their women. My witch, Bryn Cavanaugh, finds herself the sole focus of Ethan’s hyped-up troll desires. What a troll covets, he must have.

3) Both cowboys and trolls have magic hands. A cowboy’s rough callused palms can calm a horse or excite a woman. A troll’s touch is infused with electricity–staticky sparks and thrilling arcs of electric heat. And not just his hands can deliver that bolt of unleashed desire.  Ahem.

4) Neither play well with others. Cowboys are loners. They spend long hours in the saddle with their own thoughts. They learn to be quiet and introspective. When they do let a friend or a lover in, they have to learn to open up a bit. Trolls are the lowest echelon of demon hierarchy, accustomed to being looked down upon. They lead solitary existences, and for eons protected lonely structures, like bridges, waiting pounce upon unwary prey. Ethan has friends, but he’s had to rewrite his destiny. Instead of living beneath a bridge, he builds them. His friends understand his sometimes surly disposition. When he meets Bryn, he strives to be gentle, but luckily, Bryn doesn’t want a gentle man, she wants the troll.

So how did I do? Is there a quality I left out that I could add to the comparisons? :)

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When testing an enemy for weaknesses, prepare for things to get hard.

Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 1

Bryn Cavanaugh and her coven like that the community they live in is isolated thanks to a storm that destroyed the bridge between them and the outside world. Now the state wants the bridge rebuilt. When the construction crew checks into the inn, Bryn begins to suspect something about the crew’s boss isn’t quite…human.

Bridges are Ethan Thorne’s thing—after all, he’s a troll—so building a simple span over a remote canal in backwater Louisiana shouldn’t be this much of a problem. When he follows the pretty little innkeeper to a midnight rendezvous, he discovers why his crew keeps running into trouble. Bryn and her coven are casting spells in the moonlight.

As a troll, Ethan feels the sting of his low place in demon hierarchy. But finding an unprotected coven of witches in the middle of the bayou could lead to all sorts of adventure. And it’s better to keep your enemies close…

Warning: Contains a handsome troll (Hey, it can happen!) who’s skilled at building sexual tension with his hands—and several other body parts, as well—and a witch who’s determined to protect her home, but forgets to shield her heart.

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What I Know…

I apologize for being late with the blog. It wasn’t intentional. For now, we’ll blame it on the early morning dental appointment. Okay?

I don’t write a lot of cowboys. I write some. But not a lot. I’ve never written a 100% cowboy book. But, one thing I do know, is the country. Even if it is the countryside of Florida… And yes, there is one. A backwoods, redneck, hillbilly country side of Florida. I know. I spent years in it.

I grew up though for the most part in towns or at the beach. My paternal grandparents who I didn’t know beyond the age of 8 or so, lived in the deep country. Pick-up trucks, hunting, barefoot in the dirt, kids stripped down to diapers or underwear and maybe a t-shirt, Redman chew, and beer. Always beer. Never wine or mixed drinks. Always beer. And lard in a jar on the counter for deep frying everything known to man and some things you really didn’t want to know.

Old country music or Elvis.

I know winding roads and Jiffy stores on two lane highways no one has ever heard of or knew existed except for those who lived there or happened upon them by accident. I know 8oz glass bottles of Coke and salted peanuts being dropped in it. People now make fun of me or that snack, but I still love it.

And I know floating down the river in inner tubes. Natural spring fed rivers, ice cold, cut-off jeans and bikini tops.

Boiled peanuts on the side of the road. Pickin’ wild blackberries with a bucket from ditches and dirt roads and fields.

Trucks with the Confederate flag on the back window.

I see parts of who I grew up now, even in cities. And a lot of that simplicity is coming back and more people are keeping chickens and growing their own food now. It’s good for us, but it’s also hip when it used to be a way of life.

I was talking to a friend recently about this. We’d both tried to forget where we came from, the Florida we grew up in, knew existed outside the perceived notions of vacations and sunny beaches and amusement parks. But it’s in our roots sometimes that we find ourselves, not in who we’re trying to become or who we think we have to be to fit in, or escape. There are things about me that are redneck, some things that are hillbilly, some things that are country born and bred. And there are parts of me that are urban and city and concrete structures and suburbia and hair band music.

But I’ve found the more I try to be something I’m not, the more I yearn for what I know deep down inside.

What about you? Were you born in the country or in the city? Which do you identify with most?

It’s the 4th of July weekend here in the States. I hope y’all have a great and safe holiday if you’re here. If not, I just hope you have a fabulous weekend wherever you are.


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