Merry and Bright

Happy December, y’all!

I don’t have anything cowboy or cowgirl related to talk about this month. I’m not going to talk about food either. You’re surprised, aren’t you? I am. Even though I have been doing my fair share of playing in the kitchen, I promise, I won’t talk about food.

Despite all that is going on in December, namely Christmas and college football bowl season, I always find myself looking forward, beyond December. I didn’t used to think this way, but with the nature of the writing business, how far in advance we must plan projects and publishing, it’s hard sometimes to simply exist in the moment or plan for other things until the business plans are set in fluid stone.

Maybe I’m the only one who feels that way, maybe not.

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The tree is up and only lit with the angel on top, so far. The sights and sounds, and yes smells of the Christmas holidays always make me smile, but it’s also for me, the beginning of the decluttering, the beginning of the organization that will take full effect in January and February, the beginning of the thought process of streamlining, eliminating, recharging.

I read a lot of books and articles on time management, despite the fact most of it rarely sticks with me for long periods of time. I read a lot of stuff about organization and living with kids and a husband and 6 cats, that’s hard to keep going for long periods of time, too, if I’m the only one that participates in keeping up with it.

I feel the most creative between August through about mid-February. I began months ago looking for a planner for 2015. I have searched high and low. Found many that were cheap and didn’t quite have the ‘IT’ factor I wanted. I found many that were very expensive that had too much ‘IT’ factor that I’d have spent more time planning than actually doing. And yesterday, I found one through a shared post on Facebook. It’s called Passion Planner. I ordered one immediately. One of the reasons being is that she’s a small business and I LOVE small business, she’s looking to help people find balance and creativity and action between personal and business time, and it appears to have just enough ‘IT’ factor that feels right. It’ll come in January and I can’t wait.

I love this time of year for the rush of ‘Do’ that I feel. I don’t mind the hustle and bustle, whether it be shopping or working or baking. We don’t have family here and we don’t entertain, so there isn’t much outside influence on our time and I can devote more to writing, creating, planning, organizing, etc… I have been using Pinterest more and more for these things too and I have to say I’ve been enjoying it. I take inspiration from others and how creative they are, where they find their inspirations and their projects outside work, whatever that work may be.

Two of my biggest influences of inspiration lately have been our own Leah Braemel and Delilah Devlin. I love their full blown engagement and enthusiasm into crafts and making things and creation beyond books. Those things are important and they are things I have sadly gotten away from this year. One of my goals this month and through the new year is to find that again.

So, as I’m goal setting, creating, planning, organizing, decluttering, baking, and writing… What are you going to be doing?

And while you’re considering it, I have a couple of things you can try…

One… My website has been completely redone. It’s beautiful. Looks nothing like it had before. And it’s just…WOW! I can’t stop looking at it and it is very definitely an inspiration to me. It was designed by Blackraven’s Designs to be pretty and functional and informative and engaging. Give it a look!

lissamatthewscapture2Two… My holiday book, Arresting Holli, is free until December 5th. It’s part of a MEGA sale with over 50 deeply discounted or free books from some awesome authors… For a list of all the authors and books, you can visit

And you can download Arresting Holli from Amazon…

ArrestingHolli_200x300Holiday ‘Holli’ James looks forward to the week between Christmas and New Year’s. This is her one chance to get away from the hustle and bustle of her successful decorating business. The plan this year: a trip to New York City to see all the sights and lights.

What the plan didn’t include was a side trip to a small town jail in the middle of Pennsylvania. Nor did it include Officer Hunky.


Single police officer, Michael, is working the holidays — again. With no local family and no interest in accepting the pity invitations to Christmas dinner from his married friends, he’s content to work and earn extra cash. Besides, this year looks to be as uneventful as every other year. Until he pulls a curvaceous spitfire over for speeding and discovers she’s wanted on charges of fraud.

As Michael begins to investigate and learns that Holli isn’t who her file says she is, sexual tension spikes between them. Answers are slow in coming due to the holidays, but Michael is soon granted permission to remove Holli from the jail cell and place her under supervised house arrest.

Only, his idea of house arrest is much more personal than the law ever intended.

Warning: Gourmet food, melting marshmallows, snowball fights, and handcuffs. What more could a girl on vacation ask for?

Have a wonderful December.


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Cowboy Christmas

I should be announcing a new release, but life intervened and I have no idea when my next book will be out. Hopefully this month sometime, but possibly next month. So for this month’s post, I’m going to share about my last release–way back in June–and share a couple of favorite Christmas recipes.

What could be major enough to keep me from writing for several months? A full-on kitchen remodel. The kind where you tear out everything down to the studs and the floor joists. The kind where you cook in the living room and wash dishes in the bathtub. And yes, I absolutely adore my new kitchen, but now I’m having trouble switching my brain from design and decor to putting words on the page. But I will get my recalcitrant brain straightened out and get a new book out soon.


My heroine in both the 5th book of the Lone Star Cowboys series and the final novella of the series is Mandy Wagner. She’s the cook for the Saunders’ ranch and, unlike me, loves preparing food for a crowd. I cook out of necessity, not desire. But my new kitchen makes me want to get in there and learn something new, be adventurous, take chances. But first I have a book to finish. So I’ve made myself a promise that, just as soon as I get this next book out, I’ll take a week off and learn to make gluten-free bread.

Here’s a short excerpt from What a Cowgirl Wants, the final (for now) installment in the Lone Star Cowboys series. Mandy is planning a Christmas fairy-tale wedding on a shoestring budget, and she encounters a few problems along the way.


“Maybe we should just elope and skip all this.” Blake tossed the guest list onto the kitchen table and shoved a hand through his hair. “Then the decision wouldn’t have to be made at all.”

Mandy bit her lip to keep from reacting to Blake’s frustration. She had to be the calm one in this situation or nothing would get accomplished. “Blake, they’re your family. You can’t leave them out of the wedding. You just can’t.”

“Why not? I was gone for ten years, and not once did they try to find me or come see me.”

“That’s not true and you know it.” Mandy was there the day his parents showed up to watch him ride at the PBR finals. “Okay, maybe they waited too long. Maybe your dad wasn’t the best dad in the world. But your mom loves you, and you will break her heart if you don’t invite her to the wedding. And if you invite her, you have to invite the rest of them.”

“No, I don’t.”

Mandy stood and gathered the pieces of paper he’d scattered. “I’m done. When you decide to behave like an adult about this, call me.” She stormed out of the house and got in her car. She even managed to drive away before the tears started. Why was he being so stubborn about this?

She didn’t want to go home because her mother would take one look at her and demand to know what was wrong. And then her mom would try to fix it, dragging her father into it.

The car turned at the railroad tracks, almost of its own volition, and Mandy found herself at the Triple S. Should she go in, or just keep driving? Nancy would want to know what had happened, too, just like her mother. But Nancy wouldn’t try to fix it. She’d help Mandy figure out how to fix it herself.

What if Cooper was there? He’d side with Blake. He almost always did. Not that Mandy could blame him since he and Blake had been friends for the past ten years, but she needed an unbiased male point of view.

She’d almost talked herself out of going inside when Jake Reilly walked out of the stable. Mandy really liked Jake. He was the calmest, most level-headed and even-tempered man in her circle of friends. She could talk to him without worrying about him taking sides.

She hopped out of the car and hurried toward the arena where Jake was headed. She wasn’t being unreasonable, was she? Blake had a family, and family should at least be invited to the wedding. Whether they cared enough to show up was up to them. That’s what she hadn’t been able to get through to Blake. To him, an invitation meant they’d show up, and he didn’t want his father there.

“Jake!” Mandy shouted as she entered the arena. At first she didn’t see him in the shadows, but he turned when she called out.

“Is something wrong, Mandy?” Jake dropped the saddle he was holding and hurried toward her.

Mandy shook her head. “No, everything’s fine. I just need some advice.”

“Okay. Let’s go back to the stable where it’s warm.” Jake led the way to the stable and ushered her into the office. He took two soft drinks from the refrigerator and handed her one.

Now that she was here, Mandy didn’t know what to say. She sipped at her drink, wondering where to begin.

“Why don’t you just spit it out, and then we’ll sort it out later,” Jake suggested.

Mandy poured out the whole story about Blake’s reluctance to invite his family to the wedding. “I don’t understand. This is an important event in his life. Does he think his rich family won’t approve of him marrying a poor working girl? Is he ashamed of me? I mean, I know I’m not like his fancy sisters-in-law, with their chic haircuts and perfectly manicured nails.” She held out her own plain, undecorated nails and sighed.

Jake waited until she’d finished her story before speaking. “I know you feel like this is about you, but let’s look at it from Blake’s perspective for a minute. Now, I don’t know the whole story, but I’m pretty observant and one thing I noticed when his family was here for his birthday was that his father disapproved of Blake’s choice of career, despite his big win. He didn’t approve of how Blake dressed, talked, or even how he ate his food. Blake saw it, too.”

“I know,” Mandy said. “His father has always been like that. But his mother loves Blake and it would break her heart to miss his wedding, I think.”

“I’m sure you’re right. But how would you feel if your father questioned everything you did, or even the person you’ve become? Would you want to be around someone like that?” Jake drained the last of his drink and tossed the can into the trash. “And how will you feel if his father decides your wedding doesn’t fit his social agenda? I suspect that’s Blake’s real concern—that his father will insist on making you get married in Houston, with a big fancy wedding you can’t afford. And his father would probably even insist on paying for it, which would hurt your parents and wound your father’s pride.”

“You think Blake is trying to protect me? Oh God, I never thought of that. I assumed he was being stubborn and selfish. I owe him an apology.” Mandy knew Jake was right. It fit everything she’d seen from Blake in recent weeks. “So how do we handle it?”

Jake thought for a minute. “I’d suggest inviting them, but wait until it’s too late for his father to interfere with your plans. Send the invitation maybe a month before the wedding, once you have all your plans in place. And only speak to Blake’s mother from that point on. If you give Mr. Kaufman an inch, he’s gonna take the whole mile.”

Mandy gave Jake a hug. “Thank you. You know, even though I’ve known you most of my life, I just now realized how smart you really are.”

Jake laughed. “Not so smart, but when you don’t talk much, people tend to forget you’re there. You can learn a lot about people that way.”

Here’s one of Mandy’s favorite Christmas candy recipes. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday filled with love, laughter, and happily-ever-afters.

Mandy’s Christmas Bon-Bons  

 4 1/2 cups powdered sugar

1 stick of margarine or butter, melted

3 cups flaked coconut

1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans

1 can sweetened condensed milk

4 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips (2 12-ounce packages)

1/2 pound paraffin wax (1 1/2 blocks)

  1. Cream together the butter and powdered sugar until smooth. Add the coconut and stir until well mixed. Add the walnuts and condensed milk and stir again. Roll into 1 inch balls and arrange on waxed paper covered cookie sheets. Chill for at least 2 hours.
  2. In double boiler, melt paraffin wax, then melt chocolate chips in the wax. Dip bon bons in the chocolate and return to pan to cool.

My easy-peasy coconut stacks

1 bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips, melted

1 bag of shredded coconut

Mix together and drop by heaping teaspoonfuls onto waxed paper.

See? Told you it was easy!

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Cover Reveal–Another Rhinestone Cowgirl

As the weather is getting colder, what better way to warm up than with a sexy cowboy? Book 2 of the Rhinestone Cowgirls series, PRESSURE RISING, is available for pre-order at Amazon. Release date is January 10, 2015.

I’m giving away (1) One cowboy keychain to (1) One winner. Comment below and you’re entered.


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Carrying a shotgun lands her into trouble…and under the spell of a cowboy

Pearl learned the hard way that DJ is a poison that needs eradicated from her neighboring land. Although she hates him with a passion, killing him isn’t part of her plan. When the shotgun fires and DJ is wounded, she wishes she left the gun at home.

DJ has a pain in his butt—literally. Thanks to Pearl with her poor shooting skills and temper.  He knew all along that she had it out for him, but shooting him in his backside was a little too close for comfort. When she shows up on his doorstep— after prodding from her family—apologizing and offering to ‘nurse’ him back to health, he can’t help but imagine all of the opportunities at his fingertips. His sweetest revenge would be to prove that she has feelings for him, and with a little of his country-boy charm, she might lose the emotional barriers and stop treating him like the devil’s spawn.

One touch and Pearl is hooked. Changing the bandage on DJ’s nice, tight buns starts a fervor within her that leads her down a delicious path—and straight into DJ’s strong, awaiting arms.  She realizes shutting him out isn’t as easy as building another wall of protection. He’s in her blood and she’s addicted. And her cowboy is determined to unlock all of her closed doors.


He brought his fingers to her silky panties, tracing the elastic. He spread his hand wide. “You’re so soft.”

His calloused palm made every hair of her body stand upright. Her pussy quivered.

“Love the silk and lace.” He skimmed his fingers over the material. “Purple’s my favorite color now.” One corner of his mouth lifted.

Her nipples puckered and chills raced through her. He bent close, placing his hands on either side of her hips. The mattress dipped under his weight and she slid on the comforter but he kept her from going far. Needing something to hold on to while the waves crashed over her, she threaded her fingers through his still damp hat hair, fluffing the soft, ebony locks. How could a rugged cowboy be so tender? And something she’d never guessed—he was also a true gentleman.

As he leaned closer, he buried his mouth against hers as he pushed her back into the satin blanket, tucking one arm up under her. He held her tight against his body—skin against skin—and she’d never felt anything more pleasurable. His cock rubbed her inner thighs, the crisp hair prickling her sensitive flesh, awakening every part of her.

She traced the line of his lips with her tongue, lapping up his sweetness. His tongue slid deeper, tickling the roof of her mouth and the inside walls. Her throat tightened, her breathing labored.

He did crazy things to her body, jittery and fuzzy things. She brought her hips higher and rubbed his shaft. She was ready. Full of need.

“Not so fast, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

She sank her nails into his back, holding him close. “I want you.”

“You say that and you’re making it hard for me to take my time.” He lowered his mouth and slid his tongue along her neck to her collarbone. He nipped at the skin and planted moist kisses. Slowly, he made his way downward, dragging his mouth and teeth across her tingling flesh, sampling as he went.

She arched her back as warm sensation burst between her legs. Her pussy was throbbing with wet need. Desire swirled inside of her chest and puddled in her belly.

He hooked the material of her bra with one finger and tugged it to the side. He traced one pert nipple with his tongue, then suckled the puffy mound until the cherry red nub stood thick and moist from his kiss.

“You taste so good, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part.” His breath heated her skin.

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And if you’re looking for a Christmas novella, I have just the thing for you…

UNDER THE MISTLETOE. Available for pre-order at Amazon. Release date is December 4.

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Alex wants more from Santa than a lump of coal…
Dreading the holiday, Alex is grumpy and down on her luck. Another year alone–another year that her parents will needle her about her single status. Stopping in Vegas for a little fun before she’s forced to face her family solo, she hopes for a big win but didn’t expect it to be wrapped in worn jeans, flannel and a cowboy hat.
Jax is having a bad day. A bad month. But when he wins big his holiday cheer improves. And who better to celebrate with than the lovely lady who caught his eye at the slot machine.
Alex isn’t looking for a holiday romance, but she does have a solution to her problems. Jax would make a perfect boyfriend—even if she must pay him. Money well spent to keep her parents off of her back for the week.
Santa has a plan. The gift Alex and Jax find other the tree is more than cash for services.

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Recipe for Holiday Romance


It’s the holiday season and when your nose gets a chillin’, and what better way to ward off the cold than with a steamy cowboy romance?  Let me see if I can remember this tantalizing recipe…

Add one lonely, hunky rancher (Wyatt Kinnison) whose lost hisChristmas spirit (I know what you’re thinking, but that was ages ago) and has become known around the small community of End of the Line, Montana as “the Grinch on the mountain.”

Blend in one shivering female, whose lost herdirection– in the mountains (we won’t go into her past just yet)—and stir gently into a tempting accidental meeting when she spots the lights of the Kinnison ranch and stops to find her way back to town.

Pink and frothy in that not-for-mountain-wear parka, Wyatt, whose evening consisted of a cup of stew and reruns of championship rodeo suddenly, has a hankering for other things. Namely, what it might feel like to hold the misplaced little Miss Aimee Worth—End of the Line’s vivacious (if not a little pushy) second grade school teacher–close enough to get a taste of those lips and put his hands on those painted on jeans.

Despite the hot little fantasy that follows (if only in his dreams) women however are not his forte, not after his mom abandoned him and his brother at Christmas and his fiancee was a might too generous with her “gift giving” to others.(that is to say, she lit up most every guy in Dusty’s bar)

Fate has other things in mind, if not a generous humor and soon Wyatt finds Miss Aimee around every corner—planting more seeds in his brain and frustrating him in other ways. A few days before Christmas, he emerges from his morning shower after chores to the sound of caterwallowing on his front porch. Yanking on his jeans and tossing a short on his back, he opens the door, dumb-founded at the sight…not that she hasn’t plagued his sleepless nights since they met, but THIS isn’t what he’d expected….

What you ask? Yeah, well, that requires reading the book. <g> But I promise it will make you laugh, sigh, and feel warm right down to your toes! (And possibly a few other places as well)

Here’s a sneak peek of Wyatt and Aimee in RUGGED HEARTS, Book I of the Kinnison Legacy series—

Wyatt stood and walked to the sink to rinse out his glass, his back turned to her. “And she has a remarkable and courageous sister.” He looked over his shoulder. “I’m glad your sister’s vision inspired you to come to End of the Line.”

Aimee looked up, still processing his last comment. “Thank you.”

There was an awkward pause before he spoke.

“I was thinking, what about we take the kids out in the sleigh tomorrow to cut down a tree?” He leaned against the counter, seemingly comfortable in his half-dressed state. She wasn’t sure whether her thoughts of how great he looked were good or bad, but either way it was a salve to her weary soul. As much as Sally would caution against leaping in to fast, seeds of hope were being planted in her heart when it came to Wyatt. The only problem was she didn’t know if Wyatt felt any of the same things about her.

She stood, building her courage as she walked up to face him. “That’s an amazing idea.” Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. His shadowy beard was rough against her cheek and somewhere along the way, his arms slid gently around her waist. “Thank you, again, for going above the call of duty,” she whispered.

He leaned back and met her gaze. He hadn’t let go. There was a tiny scar she’d not noticed on his brow, which gave greater character to his handsome face.

“I should be the one thanking you.”

The air stilled around them. Her heart beat like a stampede of thundering horses. She didn’t understand fully why he should want to thank her, but reason dissipated when his hungry gaze dropped to her mouth. She touched his face and he leaned forward, his eyes holding hers, his breath fluttering against her cheek. If she allowed this to happen, she had no idea what might come after. Her heart might get broken in a thousand shards. But if she stopped it, she’d lay awake the rest of the night wondering “what if.”

She chose a good night’s rest.

Aimee met him halfway. His lips, soft, barely brushed against hers, tasting, sampling, finding the perfect fit. He was gentle and slow, building a need so fierce she wanted to scream. His hands rested on her hips as his mouth captured hers, each kiss savored, growing longer, deeper until her bones were all but ash. Visions of making love with him intoxicated her, blurred her reason. She placed her palms on his chest and relished the feel of his hard muscles against her flesh. In a moment of blurred reality, she remembered her students at the other end of the house. Though she didn’t want to part from his glorious mouth, she reluctantly lowered her head and breathed deep. He pressed his lips against the top of her head and held her close. It took everything inside her to step from his embrace.

“I can’t do this,” she said, unable to look at him. She moved back and her foot knocked a toy. It rebelled with a loud clang. She caught her balance with a squeak of surprise and felt silly, awkward. She pressed her palm to her forehead. “This isn’t how a teacher on a field trip should behave.”

Wyatt caught her arm.

“Behave? Because you’re a teacher, you aren’t supposed to think about…these things?”

“These things?” She looked at him and smiled. “Oh yeah, I’ve thought about them, trust me. But need I remind you there are kids down the hall and lots of them, if you remember?”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He smiled.

“Stop. No more sexy smile.”

“Sexy? Really?” His grin widened impishly.

“Yes, that’s it. You do that, and it makes me want to kiss you, and before you know it, we’re kissing and any one of them could walk right in and catch us. What would they think?” She hoped to convince him, because so far it hadn’t worked too well on her end. Her lips burned to touch his again.

“They’d probably think how mushy two grown-ups look when they’re kissing.” He grinned again and the effect of it curled her toes.

“Mushy? Wyatt, I’m serious.”

“Believe me, Aimee. So am I.” He reached over, flipped off the light switch, and plunged them into darkness. “No second grader I know would dare go into a dark room,” he stated quietly, drawing her to him. His mouth touched hers and she melted into him, no longer a teacher at the moment, but a woman with needs.


She was warm, sweet, and responsive to him in a way Wyatt hadn’t expected. His fingers found the sash of the robe and gently pulled it free. He cupped her face and kissed her like he’d thought of doing a million times since the day in the parking lot. He pulled her close, lifted her into his arms, and set her on the countertop. She held his face, her kisses soft yet demanding more, driving his hunger. His fingers fumbled with unfastening the buttons of the flannel shirt she wore. She braced herself on her hands and allowed him to peel away the fabric.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, drawing his hand over her silky flesh. He cupped her soft breast, and she fit his palm with sweet perfection. After another fiery kiss, he trailed his lips over her skin, taking in her musky scent. Encouraged by her hand holding his head in place, he helped himself, closing his mouth over her rigid tip, teasing until she forced his head up to look at her.

“Wyatt.” She breathed his name.

He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and carry her to bed, but he knew that was impossible under the circumstances. Instead, he relished her passionate kisses and slipped his hands between her thighs. He pressed his fingers to her warm, wet flesh. She squirmed at his touch. Her mouth dropped open with a soft sigh.

He swallowed hard and reminded himself that the kitchen counter, surrounded by a houseful of kids, was not how he wanted their first time to be.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “No, no…I can’t. Not here.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her in an explosive kiss that nearly burst Wyatt from the confines of his jeans. He cupped her face and was angling to deepen the next kiss when she pulled away.

“I have an idea.” She straightened and held her hands against his chest. He heard her heavy breathing.

“Yeah, I’ve got a couple of my own.” He reached for her again.

She leaned over and turned on the light, temporarily blinding him.

“I can see we are not on the same page.” He sighed deeply and licked his lips. Her taste lingered on his mouth. She pulled her clothes together, hastily refastening the buttons he’d worked so hard to undo, and tugged the robe up around her shoulders. Only then did she look at him.

Wyatt rested his hands on either side of her, debating whether to stay or go jump in a snowdrift. He glanced up, eyeing her.

“I was just thinking.”

“Me, too.”

“About Christmas morning.”

“Hmm, that’s not what I was thinking about.” She put another knot in her robe tie and looked down at him as if to say playtime was over. Snowdrift, it is. “What were you thinking?”


IN YOUR HOLIDAY FANTASY– what cowboy would you like to meet beneath the mistletoe? One winner will be chosen at random on Nov.30 to receive a signed copy of RUGGED HEARTS! So many choices…not nearly enough mistletoe! ;)

Blessings to you and yours~


Rugged Hearts, Book I (Kinnison Legacy series)





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My Thanksgiving – Contest and Contest results – The Street Where I Live


Before I begin, let me announce the Winner from the post on the 16th is Lauren LeFebvre ad she wins one of my keychains. Lauren, email me at so I can get  your address.

Today I shall celebrate Thanksgiving in several ways. I cooked a bunch of food and we shall eat until we can’t. I have turkey, cornbread chicken and dressing, sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy, collard greens, broccoli and cheese, cranberry sauce, fruit salad, green beans and a trifle. Where is my pumpkin pie? I’ll tell you where! I delegated that one job to someone else and they dropped the ball! And I don’t eat trifle. Well, I shall pout.

I shall also pout because Texas doesn’t play Texas A&M on Thanksgiving Day anymore. A&M is playing LSU and while I love LSU it isn’t the same as watching my Longhorns!

I also miss the cows on Thanksgiving. I used to love to go feed them late in the afternoon and give them an extra bale of hay and some nuggets. They would be lined up behind the fence and their eyes would be full of trust, their breaths milk sweet. I have the dogs, and they did guard the cooler while I brined the turkey yesterday but I still miss the cows.

I plan on watching some movies today and I’m going to buy Jess a television – a 65 inch at a Black Friday Sale but my main activity is going to be decorating a Christmas tree.

Not at my house.

I’m going to be decorating a tree on the street where I live. I live in Austin now on Capital of Texas Highway. This is a gorgeous spot. Let me show you some photos.

This is the bridge next to my house – I mean next to my house, stone’s throw. It’s called the Pennybacker bridge. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

There are cliffs on either side of the highway, limestone cliffs. it’s very pretty. That body of water is the Colorado River.

There is a tradition on Capital of Texas Highway, a tradition that i will participate in this year. Those cliffs and hills are covered with evergreens. And people pick one and they decorate them. There is already a great number decorated and its only Thanksgiving.


Some of the trees are decorated in memory of loved ones, some to make a statement, some just because it makes people happy. I will decorate one this year for all of these reasons. I will remember my mama, my daddy, my brother and my Nana. I will count my blessings. I will make a statement that we should be kind, that we should love one another, that we put another’s needs before our own.

I am thankful this year – I am thankful for my family, my friends, my fans, authors and people who work with me and – oh yeah, my dogs. I have my health – mostly – haha – I have a good imagination and books are still pouring from my soul and I have people who love to read what I write – what more could I ask for?

I hope you have a good day today, comment and tell me what the day means to you or what you’re doing today and I’ll choose a random commenter to receive any book of mine of their choice.


The photographs were taken by an Austin photographer by the name of Reinout Van Wagtendonk and his website is – check him out.


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

**EDITED**  And the WINNER is…

Congratulations, Laurel!! Look for my email!

A big thank you to all the wonderful comments. Hope you have a great weekend!


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

First up, is my .99¢ cowboy!



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

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

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


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


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

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

The first cowboy to fall…


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, she needed him to keep doing that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too.” She shook against him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Thanks for reading,


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


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

And now for the latest hottie.

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

Naked Desire

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


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

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

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

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

Get it under control, kid.

Dusting off her own smile, she nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Lock up and we’ll head out of here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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








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A 12-Pack of Yumminess – Cynthia D’Alba

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


or maybe this…

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



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

Amazon | Barnes & Nobles | iTunes coming soon!

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

Until next month, keep ‘em moving.

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Sandra Jones is Giving Away a Cute Pistol Necklace!

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

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


She played right into his hands.

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it working?” he murmured between kisses.

“What? Oh. Yes.”


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

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

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

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







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

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

Good luck!




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

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

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

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

*****PRIZE ALERT**BootsAndWishes300***

Leave a comment for a chance to win a download of my upcoming book, BOOTS AND WISHES due out Dec 2, 2014, just in time for Christmas!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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