When a Good Author Goes Bad…

Okay. I admit it.

I have an evil twin.

Okay. My evil twin is me.

The fact of the matter is, I love to write so much, and my imagination is always working…sometimes my story ideas are not (GASP) romance.

Case in point, my most recent release.

It’s not even a Sabrina York book! It’s certainly not romance, though there are romantic elements.

I wrote it a couple years ago as a palate cleanser after writing the first three books in the  Untamed Highlander Series in four months. I needed a break.

So I sat down and binge watched Sons of Anarchy for a couple hours in the morning, wrote for five and then ended the day with more SOA.

I finished my opus in one month and even though I loved the story and the characters, I knew it would probably never sell. But that was OK. It was fun.

And then my agent got an offer on it. I was stunned.

The way publishers work, the book was earmarked to release in April of 2018, which seemed like a century away.

Well, the Viridian Convict (Book One of the Blue Dominion series) came out to rave reviews and I am thrilled.

Naturally, I have to tell you about it. If you like super snarky sci-fi (with a side of romance), please check it out.

Here’s the info:

BLUE DOMINION–An epic trilogy of rebellion, passion and the struggle to survive in a universe crushed beneath the draconian thumb of the Fed

The Viridian Convict

The Indigo Operative

The Cerulean Insurgent

Viridian Convict

The Viridian Convict by Sam York

Damned if you do, dead if you don’t.

 

Welcome to Viridian, a prison moon full of aliens…who want to eat you.

 The Godfather meets Guardians of the Galaxy in this crazy-ass adventure set on Viridian, a prison planet full of aliens…who want to eat you. Tig, the only human, is thrust into a lose/lose/lose situation when the mob boss he works for asks him to pick up and deliver a package that the Fed—the governing body of the known universe—also wants. To make matters worse, the “package” has curves for days, an attitude to match, and her own agenda for how this is all going down.

 

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Chapter One

 

Kaww Settlement, Viridian Moon, Federation Penal Colony

3.1.5.15, 27:55

The call came in just as I was about to clock out, but then, munis in my position never really clock out. Not on the moon of Viridian. Not when they work for Granny.

“This one’s for you, Tig,” Marmot said with a smirk as he handed me the slip.

Annoyance fizzled and spat.

God, I hated that rat-faced weasely piece of Scard excrement.

Too bad he was my boss.

Well, technically my shift supervisor. Granny was the real boss and everyone knew it.

No one was more powerful on Viridian. Except the Fed.

But then, Fed agents, those blue bastards, rarely came on planet.

For one thing, this place was a shithole that made Lord of the Flies look like Disneyland. For another, there really wasn’t much to police here. Nothing they cared about anyway. Their job was to sit up there in their luxurious space station and make sure none of the cons escaped the planetary shield.

Occasionally one of them would drop down—usually to indulge their darker appetites—but they never stayed long. Just long enough to fuck shit up.

My gut clenched as the memory of my last tangle with a particular Fed scorched my brain. I tried to push all thoughts of Mia from my mind, but it was hard to forget what that blue bitch had done.

“Well?” Marmot’s pointy nose quivered.

“What is it?” I snapped.

He grinned. His razor-sharp teeth glinted in the light. “DB. Out in Harleytown.”

“Awesome.” I scrubbed at my face. My day beard scratched at my palm. I was tired. I wanted to go home and take a load off. Maybe get shitfaced. I glanced at the other munis lounging in the lobby: a couple Trogs, a Raven, and some random Frogs. They all avoided eye contact. With a sigh, I dropped the annoying assignment. The paper fluttered onto the desk. “I’m off in two.”

Marmot pushed the slip right back at me. “Special request. Asked for you.”

Yeah. I loved being popular. “Who?”

“Jimmy Bluenote.”

Well, hell.

That Dink had saved my ass last week in a sting that went sour—way sour. I’d be rolling around in an Ozzie stew about now if it hadn’t been for him. I owed him. And here, on Viridian, a prison moon filled to the gills with all manner of vengeful species, you always paid your debts.

“Fine.” I snatched the slip from Marmot’s bony fingers and wheeled away.

“And Tig?”

I glanced back at him. His nose wiggled. His whiskers quivered. His beady little eyes glinted. “Take the Skeeg.”

“Seriously?” I’d spent most of my day trying to shake that tail.

Marmot waggled his furry eyebrows. “Take the Skeeg.”

Each flatfoot working for Granny was assigned a Skeeg for “protection,” which was a fucking joke. Those frogs could barely protect their own eggs. I suspected Granny was just doing them a favor, offering them a place in his kingdom in exchange for licking rights. Some creatures on this rock would kill or die for Skeeg pglet. In addition to having rumored regenerative properties, it was, apparently, a most excellent high.

I’d never been tempted. The thought of licking one of those repugnant creatures made me want to vomit. Besides, I had my own dark cravings to deal with. Last thing I needed was another addiction.

At any rate, on Granny’s behest, I spent my shifts being trailed by a tall, skinny, green douchebag with one eye on a stalk. It creeped me out, the way he looked around, that stalk all bendy like it was. The way he smelled wasn’t orgasmic either. But Granny was God. We did what he said. No matter what.

We knew we were damn lucky to have the job. Some vestige of power in a world where power equaled survival.

Viridian wasn’t a penal colony so much as a Federation garbage dump. A first-uni Australia of the 19th century … only with aliens. Who wanted to eat you. Loads of fun.

Got a problem you wanna make disappear? Send it to Viridian with the scumbags and lowlifes of the uni, let nature take its course.

I’d been somebody’s problem.

I suspect we all had been. At some point.

For many, a conviction and transport to Viridian was a death sentence. Pity it wasn’t for most. Fact was, the ones who thrived here were the most brutal, pitiless, soulless creatures in the known universe. Savages who would do anything to survive.

No one expected me to make it a week.

Soft Earthie? Pretty boy? I didn’t have venom, no spines, no secret weapons. To make matters worse, of all the creatures in this universe, humans and Feds looked far too much alike. Except for my non-blue skin color, I could have been one. That alone made humans exceedingly unpopular.

Yeah. I shoulda died. Expected to.

No one could have predicted I’d land on my feet, first day out the gate. I sure as shit didn’t. But fortune fell in my lap in the holding cell in intake, up on the Fed station orbiting this moon. My dumbshit noble sensibilities clicked on when I saw two Ozzies making a move on a kid. A young, stupid Ferrod, with velvet still on his antlers. He was utterly out of his league here in this hell hole, but connected. The Ozzies wanted to chow down—they’ll eat anything and they have these long, razor-sharp teeth to make the job easier. You could call them fangs. Or straws.

Any rate, I snapped a couple off, saved the sniveling kid and got him through the gate. To daddy. I had no idea “daddy” was Big Jogn. That furry, fat fence set me up with his capo and that led me to Granny. I’d been working under his banner ever since. Ten years. Or what passes for a year on this rock.

My official title was Enforcer, but we all knew we were errand boys. Bag men, cleaners, muscle. Whatever Granny demanded, we did it.

Even consort with Skeegs.

I glanced over to my office where my partner sat slumped in a chair at his desk, wiping the slime from his green skin. Great. He was oozing again. I knew what that meant.

Of course, I was assuming One Eye was a “he.” Skeegs didn’t have a gender, not until it was mating season, then they’d do whatever Skeegs needed to do.

God. Skeeg mating season. What a mess.

 “Hey, Frog,” I called. One Eye’s earhole twitched. He looked up. His long, stalky eye settled on me and he blinked, slow, steady, like he did. I waved the slip. “We got a call.”

I crossed my arms and watched as he unfolded his long, leggy body from the chair and made his way through the stationhouse toward me, his flat, webbed feet slapping wetly on the hardwood floor. He left a trail behind him. The other munis curled their noses—and other various appendages—when he passed. When Skeegs started going into musth, they stank to high heaven. And dripped.

He moved like molasses in winter, but I was in no hurry. I owed it to Jimmy to respond to whatever emergency he had, but seriously, there was no call to go overboard. At least tonight I’d be able to clear an annoying debt.

And Jimmy was annoying.

We headed down to the garage and hopped into my skimmer, but I took the precaution of pulling some towels out of the trunk and draping them over the passenger seat first. I didn’t have a fancy ride, but it was mine, and the last thing I wanted was to get Skeeg cum all over the leather.

I was assuming it was cum.

One Eye and I weren’t close enough to ask.

I never wanted to be that close.

Point being, it was a wise precaution. You could never get that stank out.

Once we were both settled, I flicked on my hovers and headed out onto the street. It was a dark night, but hardly quiet. There were few quiet nights in this town. In fact, nighttime was when it came alive, started to hum, sometimes scream. When I’d first arrived here I’d hated it, the constant thrum of excitement, expectation, and malicious intent. But you get used to everything. Eventually. And sometimes you even start liking it.

We hit a snag in the Prospect District. Some riot in progress. I switched on my lights and a path cleared through the melee. It wasn’t like back on Earth, where people had respect for the law and pulled over when they saw a unit coming. Here they cleared a path because they knew if they didn’t I would blast my way through them.

I didn’t miss the snarls they flashed me as I flew by, but I didn’t care.

They all knew who I worked for, and no one pissed on Granny’s parade.

We turned onto the flyway and I jetted into gear. One Eye gasped and grabbed the handgrip as I accelerated, which sent a curl of annoyance through me. Skeegs never liked going fast and One Eye had never been a fan of my driving.

“Chill, Frog,” I muttered, as I shifted gears and roared into seventh gear. The skimmer shot forward with a howl.

One Eye didn’t respond, other than to level that big, glassy orb on me. I hated when he stared.

I angled my skimmer up to the top lane where we could really fly. Aside from the speed, I liked the view. Nothing overhead but the great expanse of the city dome—the dome that kept out the brutal storms of the Barrens and served as climate control for the settlement. Tonight, the sky was clear and myriad stars speckled the firmament.

I turned on the radio and let the Earth tunes wash over me as we wailed along the flyway. It helped me ignore my partner’s unnerving, silent stare. When he didn’t quit staring, I turned the volume up. And sang along.

I smirked when he grimaced.

Yeah, I’m pretty tone deaf.

“Call?” One Eye asked over the cacophony. A croak.

“DB.”

One Eye let out something that might have been a burbly sigh. Yup. I hated dead bodies too. Freaking pain in the ass. Way too much paperwork. Not that anyone cared, but Granny liked to keep tabs. On everything.

Viridian was his kingdom.

We came to the Harleytown exit and I veered onto the ramp, a glittering, silver beam of light ribboning off into the darkness. The howl of the flyway receded as we whipped down into the bowels of the city.

As we slid onto the street in one of the dirtiest districts of town, One Eye turned off the radio. I shot him a glare as I hovered to the address on the call and switched off, tugging on my gloves in an almost-automatic motion. One Eye did the same. His took a little more work, on account of the slime and everything. But no way was I helping him. No way was I touching that.

It might have been my imagination, but he seemed to be seeping more than usual.

“You ready?” I asked.

He did a quick weapons check and then nodded to me. Together, we eased from the skimmer.

The buildings towered over us, shutting out the light of the night moons. The streets were quiet. Eerily quiet. It was odd for Harleytown, which was usually crawling with johns and hookers seeking out depraved companionship, drug dealers, predators and not-so-petty thieves. But tonight it was as though something, some dark whisper in the night, had spooked them all back into their hidey-holes.

A shiver danced down my spine and I gave my gloves a tug.

This was a perfect place for a crime.

But, hell, what was I saying? Any place on this rock was the perfect place for a crime.

A rat skittered through the garbage piled on the street and someone peered out at us through the curtains of a window on the first floor of a seedy brownstone. When they noticed my attention, the curtain fluttered closed. Light flicked off.

Yeah. No one in this part of town wanted to tangle with one of Granny’s munis. They’d lose.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Jimmy’s nasally voice echoed through the shadows, bouncing off the stones. “You’re here. Thank God.”

God had nothing to do with it.

I narrowed my eyes against the gloom and spotted him, hunkering in a debris-strewn alley. Jimmy was a jumpy gecko, but the way he was shuddering, the way his gaze kept skipping over the empty street, the way his left eye twitched, made me think this was something more than his usual paranoia. “What is it, Jimmy?” I called.

“Here. Come ’ere.” He waved me over, a frantic flutter of fingers. “Pflerg, Tig. Hurry.”

I shot a glance at One Eye and sighed. My partner held up his scanner and pointed it at the slender slit between the buildings. A beam of iridescent light walked its way over the crumbling bricks and scattered refuse with a low hum. The scanner beeped, a harsh intonation. One Eye nodded. Clear.

Nice to know the Dink wasn’t leading me into an ambush.

I headed toward him and One Eye took up position at the mouth of the alley, facing out, watching the street. Granted, we were Granny’s munis, but experience had taught us never to let down our guard. There was always someone watching. Always some shit in play.

I strolled down the long alley to Jimmy, adjusting my gloves. Not to make a point or anything. His gaze fixated on them, his slit pupils dilated, and his throat worked. Sweat beaded his scaly forehead … and Dinks sweated in pus. Great, gooey globs of it. And they were green. Great gooey green globs. Rolling down the side of his face. Jesus, it was gross. Almost as bad as the Skeeg.

 “What is it, Jimmy?” Goddamn it. I knew this was going to be a pain in the ass, whatever it was. Just knew.

He stubbed out his draw and scuttled over. “I swear to God, Tig. I didn’t know.” His eyes bugged out. His way of emphasizing his innocence—or his ignorance. Hard to tell. He had little of one and a lot of the other.

“You didn’t know what, Jimmy?”

“Oh pflerg, Tig. Over here. Pflerg.”

Damn. I’d seen the little lizard in a wad more than once, was used to his mouth, but this …. This was weird.

I shook my head and followed him back into the corner of the alley barely lit by a faint streetlamp. It was a dead end, a box in. Stone walls on all sides. No escape but the mouth of the cave. Ideal for a surprise attack. The body lay at the far end, a jumbled pile of clothes draped over a stack of wooden pallets.

“We was just, you know, tanging a little. Just playing around. It got a little rough and … I swear. I swear, Tig. I didn’t know.”

I leaned closer and shone my light on the scene with a tsk. “Jimmy, Jimmy. What did you—?”

Oh.

Fuck.

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About the Author

Blessed (or cursed) with dyslexia and ADD, author Sam York has always loved creating worlds, tantalizing readers, and having complete and utter control over the universe.  What could be better than writing snarky stories in a variety of genres?

Under various pen names, Sam has won multiple writing awards and hit the New York Times and USA Today bestseller list several times.

Interested parties can learn more at http://sabrinayork.com/samyork/

Sam lives in seclusion east of Seattle with a really drooly Rottweiler.

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A LONG, HOT SUMMER is out!

The last book in the Triplehorn Brand trilogy is here! All three brothers are reunited with the women they could never forget. A Long, Hot Summer, to me, is the sweetest and sexiest of the bunch, and you get a very satisfying glance at the other brothers’ happy-ever-afters….

Hope you love Tommy Triplehorn’s story! Enjoy! ~DD

A Long, Hot Summer

A Long Hot Summer
The Triplehorn Brand, Book #3

When two lonely hearts collide, age becomes just a number…

Sarah Colby’s marriage was over long ago, but she’s never shed the scars her abusive husband left behind. One shameful indiscretion, an affair with a younger man one long-ago summer, haunts her.

Tommy Triplehorn is happy his brothers have settled down and started families of their own, but he’s feeling a little smothered by all that domesticity. Carousing and drinking no longer provide him any thrills, and he thinks he knows the reason why. He’s waited long enough for Sarah Colby to get over being ashamed of their past. He’s old enough to know what he wants, and he wants her.

Get your copy here!

Did you miss the first two Triplehorns?

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A New Lawman–Rhonda Lee Carver

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COMING SOON!

EXCERPT:

She was a bit dizzy standing in front of the lawman, looking into his good looks–tanned, amazing good looks. He stared back with slumbered blue eyes and a daring smile that made silent promises. All these enticing attributes were wrapped up in a tall, brawny, masculine cowboy who was brave enough to wear a star. And the benefit, he knew his way around a woman–knew his way around a woman and her heart. He shifted and his worn Wranglers stretched across thick thighs and her senses were stoked with images of smooth leather and a wild ride. Many, many wild rides…

In the meantime, grab books 1 & 2.

 

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A Rank Bull or a Hot Cowboy? by Paty Jager

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The first book of my Tumbling Creek Ranch series, 8 Seconds to Love, is out of a box set and uploaded to all ebook vendors.

I wrote the book 8 Seconds to Love for a box set, but as I incorporated characters/siblings for the hero and heroine, I realized there was a series in the making. I named the series after the Dude Ranch Resort that was once the Wallis Family homestead and the center of all the Wallis family events.

In the first book, Lacey Wallis is on the brink of being the first woman to ride a bull at the National Finals Rodeo. But a fall and smashed arm puts her in the ER and under the care of Jared McIntyre, the only male she could never forget.

Excerpt:

“Jared, please, either take me here or take me in your cabin, I can’t…” The words were swallowed as he captured her mouth in a kiss and swung her up into his arms.

She barely registered the movement of him carrying her as he continued to kiss her.

This was like a story she’d once read in a book. The hulking knight carrying the damsel to his lair. Only she would experience the knight’s ministrations first hand, not as words on a page.

His steps crunched in the gravel walkway to the cabin. His lips left hers as he fumbled with the door knob and finally pushed the door open with her hip.

He set her on her feet and kicked the door closed. The heat and desire in his eyes made her heart leap into her throat. She’d never dreamed anyone would look at her that way.

She took a step toward him, her hand catching the bottom of his shirt.

He shook his head, moved her hand to her side, and tipped her chin up, kissing her chastely on the lips. “We’re going to take this like it’s your first time. Slow, easy, and memorable,” he whispered across her lips.

Her body quivered in anticipation. “I don’t want slow and easy. I want hard, fast, and hot.”

“No. We’ll do that another time. This time we do it my way or…” He glanced at the door. “You can leave here wondering what you missed.”

She swallowed, even as her feet were thinking about walking just to see if he’d call her back. His big, throbbing package she’d touched earlier wouldn’t like her to walk out the door. Her body pulsed with need. She’d never be able to sleep if it wasn’t sated.

“I’m yours,” she said, staring into his eyes.

He smiled, showing off the dimples she loved. Jared reached out, slipping his hands under her shirt. His palms skimmed up her sides. She raised her arms, and he slid the t-shirt off over her head being careful of her arm in the cast.

When she thought he would unhook her bra, he walked her backward until the bed bumped the back of her legs and she sat. He pulled off her boots and socks, unfastened her pants, and stood her up.

Shivers skittered across her skin as he slid his palms down her legs, taking the pants down to her ankles. She kicked them off and stood in front of him in her bra and panties.

She became nervous when he just stood there looking at her, not moving. “Don’t like what you see?” she asked.

“The complete opposite. I’ve never seen a more perfect body.” He stepped close, placed his hands on her back, lifting her up his body and her mouth up to his. His size reminded her of a bull. Big, strong, and uncontrollable.

She fell into the kiss, opening her mind and body to him. She’d never had a headier ride than the one Jared was taking her on. Her body throbbed and smoldered when he laid her on the bed. His hands came away with her bra. He was still completely dressed as he drew her panties down her legs, leaving her naked on his bed.

“When do I get to see you?” she asked, running her gaze up and down his body, wondering if the physique she’d imagined was hidden under those clothes.

“I told you, this was going to be slow.” He grabbed her feet, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and spread her legs.

Eight Seconds to Love 6x9 8 Seconds to Love

Book one of the Tumbling Creek Ranch series

Lacey Wallis has put blood, sweat, and tears into her dream of making it to the National Finals Rodeo and isn’t about to let an injury stop her. However, she didn’t expect the ER nurse to be the man she had a crush on years ago, or to discover that crush hadn’t been one-sided.

Jared McIntyre lived through loving and the death of one thrill-seeking woman, and wasn’t about to let that happen again. Especially not to Lacey. But that would mean he’d have to allow himself to love again.

Which will it be, a life-long dream, or the love of a lifetime?

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Army Ranger with Benefits is live!

Hi! It’s Donna Michaels and I’m thrilled that I can finally share my easy-going ranger with you!

Their sexy scheme so doesn’t go as planned…

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Army Ranger with Benefits by Donna Michaels

The Men of At Ease Ranch Series
Book 4/Vince

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Emma Roberts is done losing her heart to military men who don’t stick around. Desperate to shake up her love life, she launches a plan to get her handsome, dependable crush to finally notice her. And her neighbor’s sexy older brother that just arrived in town is the perfect man for the job. 

But there’s a problem. Emma’s ridiculously attracted to her fake boyfriend. 

Former Army Ranger Vince Acardi dropped everything to help his stubborn brother after he’s injured in the line of duty. Instead, he somehow gets stuck helping the adorably hot girl next door land a date with some doctor she’s interested in. Not that fake-dating her is a hardship, and soon, he’s holding her, kissing her, touching her…

There’s nothing fake about the chemistry between them. But Vince is leaving in two weeks, and Emma refuses to risk her heart on another military man. Worse, the good doctor she’s been after is finally standing up and taking notice…

What they’re saying about Army Ranger with Benefits:

on March 20, 2018
How much I love former army ranger Vince Acardi, oh let me count the ways…
I have adored this series from the first book, and I have been hoping for Vince to get his own HEA because he won my heart over at ‘hello’, and in Army Ranger With Benefits, he proves to be even more than I could have dreamed of.

The reasons why this series had the fast track to my heart are many. The banter and humor are just in my ally, the characters are charming, the bond between the brothers in arms is tight, there is nothing they wouldn’t do for each other, the way they care and look after each other is admirable. And while the stories make me smile and even laugh out loud, not to mention swoon and sigh, they always go deeper than the surface. The deep emotions, the feelings, the PTSD some of the veterans are suffering from, the adjustment to the civilian life that can be so hard, the previous heartbreaks, they are always part of the tale, not ignored but respected, and not dwelled on, but focused on the recovery, for the hope of better days to come.

Vince and Emma Roberts are perfect for each other. The chemistry between them is sizzling hot, the connection, even their hobbies, likes, and interests, they are in tune, they get each other.

Emma is a fierce, strong female lead. The fact that she has been friends with Vince’s brother Don, and can verbally put him in his place was hilarious. Winning over her childhood crush might bring on the fake dates with Vince, but they do not stay fake for a long time. The attraction between Emma and Vince is true, believable, hot, and delightful. There is no ‘third-person drama’ feels at all in the tale.

Vince is loyal, kind, considerate man who takes care of those around him. He loves to cook, bake, fish, and his brothers. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for them. And when Vince needs the support they all are there for him. I have been interested in Vince’s character since the first book came out, he stands out even in the group of rangers. And now I am enamored with him, he is just a perfectly fine man, easy to love and care for — I have finally found a book-boyfriend. *swoon*

If you enjoy reading romance stories with humor, heat, and heart, with emotions that dig deep yet are not angsty, with relationships that are lasting and true, with loyal friends who always have your six, you are going to love this series. Yes, Army Ranger With Benefits is a stand-alone novel – but why miss on all the fun?!
~ Five Spoons!

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Thanks for reading,

~Donna
www.DonnaMichaelsAuthor.com

 

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IN TOO DEEP releases tonight!

And don’t you want it to go straight to your eReader?!

This is the second story featuring those Triplehorn boys. They only love once, and it’s forever!

This time around, it’s Gabe’s turn to discover that all those old desires are still bound up in one woman he shouldn’t have let slip away. Read more…

In Too Deep

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Some things never change. And some things change everything…

Gabe Triplehorn can think of no better getaway from his heavy responsibilities at the ranch than to go back to a time and place where he didn’t have a care in the world. When there was just a campground, a river, and a girl. When he gets to Red Hawk Landing, the campground and the river are still there. He just never expected the girl would still be there, too. Only now she runs the place.

Lena Twohig can think of no better place to raise her young son than the family-owned campground that holds so many memories. Especially, the romance with Gabe that lit up one long-ago summer like a wild electrical storm. Now he’s back with a ranch-hardened body she knows she shouldn’t want so badly.

No amount of lies, or the years that have passed, can tame this tidal wave of passion.

Order your copy here!

Read an excerpt…

At a bend in the road, he saw the sign nearly hidden by bushes because it tilted at an angle. Red Hawk Landing. Open Memorial Day to Labor Day.

The crackled, worn paint on the leaning sign didn’t bode well, but he took the turn anyway, his truck bumping along an uneven gravel trail that worked its way down a steep decline, heading toward the river’s edge.

When he made the clearing, he heaved a sigh of relief. The place was still in operation. Kids in cutoffs and swimming suits took running dives from the pier. Cars and pickups were parked in front of roughhewn wooden cabins.

He hoped like hell there was still one vacancy left for him and pulled up in front of the small lodge house. The place was clean but showing its age. Looked like the owner needed another handy man to help with a broken spoke or two in the wraparound porch rails and a window frame that appeared to be rotting away.

He put his truck in park and pushed down on the handle to open the door, but halted the moment she stepped onto the porch.

Lena Twohig. Sweet Jesus.

His breath caught, nostalgia blurring her appearance in a golden light that masked the years etched lightly into her features.

Sure, her figure was a tad fuller, her roots darker, but the feeling he got just looking at her as she lifted a hand to guard her eyes against the brilliant sunshine was exactly the same one he’d had all those years ago.

A slow throbbing built in his groin. His body stiffened, going on alert. His gaze swept her womanly frame again, snagging on the generous swell of her bosom, the long, well-toned legs displayed beneath the hem of her shorts. Ten years had been kind indeed.

Then something glinted on the fingers cupping her eyes. A flash of white metal.

He remembered a slender band he’d given her. His last gift. A promise he’d never fulfilled. However much he might wish it wasn’t so, the ring she wore now killed his pleasant dream of rekindling their romance. The desire he’d allowed to build while he’d ogled her began to slowly unwind. Lead settled in his stomach.

Lena was strictly on the look-but-don’t-touch list. What a cryin’ damn shame.

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HOT NEW RELEASE! What a Highlander’s Got to Do by Sabrina York

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What a Highlander’s Got to Do

Coming March 6th from Sabrina York and St. Martin’s Press

Isobel Dounreay Lochlannach is a fierce and independent Scots lass. She has no intention to marry—to submit to a man—especially not an Englishman.

But when she meets a devilish stable lad on the way to London, she can’t help but sneak a kiss with the handsome stranger, sure to never see him again.

Nick Wyeth is not a stable lad. He’s Viscount Stirling, and heir to one of the most powerful dukes in the realm. If their indiscretion is discovered, Isobel will be forced to marry him, to succumb to a fate she has always spurned. Nick wants nothing but to call this wild Scottish lass his own, and is determined to show her how an English Viscount can make her swoon, and be his forever in What a Highlander’s Got To Do by New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York.

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“Milady . . . are you s-sure?” the groom sputtered, even as Isobel launched herself into the saddle. He was a sweet boy, only slightly spotted, and she’d found him delightfully manageable.

She smiled down at him in a manner that caused his Adam’s apple to bobble precariously. “I’m verra sure,” she said. “I can handle him. I promise.”

“But the mare is much gentler,” he said with a hint of panic in his voice.

“I’m certain she is,” Isobel responded with a wink. And then she set her heels to the stallion’s sides and they launched from the stable yard.

She leaned over his neck, encouraging him on. “Och, you want this, don’t you, boy?” she whispered into his ear, and he nickered his delight. “Faster then. Faster. Let’s fly!”

And oh. They did. And it was glorious.

The ride, of course, but also leaving those horrible women behind.

Newcastle lacked the exhilarating rocky terrain of the Highlands, but in turn, it had long languid country roads that curved gently through apple orchards, along golden fields, and through fallow land spotted with bright-yellow flowers. There was a babbling brook to her right and the broad blue line of the horizon before her. She had, in that moment, the flight of fancy that she could ride forever.

The air was cool and clear, with a hint of lingering loam. And the sun, when she hit it in gentle splashes wandering through the leaves, was a kiss of warmth. They made their own breeze, she and Lord Willouby’s stallion. It caressed her face and tangled in her hair and it was magnificent.

Much better than tea with the local ladies.

It was, in fact, perfection.

Until a thundering sound disrupted her peace.

Hoofbeats from behind, intruding on the splendid rhythm she and the stallion had created.

She glanced over her shoulder and frowned. Another stallion pounded after them, with a dark-haired stranger urging him on. She’d heard about highwaymen in these parts, veterans from the war and such, who had turned to crime. And while she’d thought the prospect of such a thing wildly romantic when reading it in a novel, she did not, in truth, care to be robbed or manhandled by such a man.

She tapped her mount’s side with her heels and urged him to go faster, even as a thrill of excitement sizzled through her. She was certain she could outride her pursuer, but how delicious would it be to confront an actual highwayman and have a story to tell Catriona?

Not that the two of them tried to outdo each other in their tales, but they did.

Isobel caught her breath and focused on the road ahead. It curved out of sight behind a large hill. Not knowing the terrain, she knew she had to slow, lest she injure her horse, and that was her downfall.

He caught her then, as she rounded the curve and, to her shock and dismay, wrapped a strong arm around her waist and lifted her bodily from her saddle and onto his lap.

She had one stunning impression of hard hot man.

He was slick with sweat from the mad ride, as was she, but on his skin, it rose in a thick musk that teased her nostrils and made her belly lurch.

Surely it was not an attractive scent.

She refused to believe this to be so.

At the same time, she screeched her outrage and wiggled to be free, which had a disturbing result.

He tightened his hold on her.

Dear God, he was strong, this beastly highwayman.

“Hold still,” he snapped. “You’ll fall.”

Of course she wanted to fall. She wanted to hit the ground before he did so she had time to retrieve her blade from the scabbard on her thigh before he caught her again.

What a pity he didn’t let her fall. He held her even tighter—she could barely breathe—and pulled on the reins to slow his mount.

Before she had time to react, he’d slipped off and was helping her down.

Helping her down.

No one had ever helped her down. She’d never allowed it.

The man was, in a word, infuriating.

Once her feet hit the ground she elbowed him in the stomach and whirled away. She glared at him, though he was unaware of this, doubled over and wheezing as he was. This gave her time to free her blade and point it in his general direction, so when he recovered himself, when he stood and stared at her, it was, indeed, a fearsome sight he saw.

She had no earthly idea why he laughed.

No earthly idea why her first glimpse of him—this bandit who had just impugned her person—made her heart stop.

Oh, he was handsome, for sure, with dark eyes and rampant black curls. There was a birthmark just above his lip that gave him a rakish air, and the hint of a scar bisected his left eyebrow. But his smile was white and broad and caused an irksome raft of dimples to erupt on his cheek.

He wore the stained, frayed clothes of a workingman, with boots caked in mud.

And good lord, he was tall. Tall and muscled and exquisitely formed.

She wasn’t sure which of his perfections annoyed her more.

And then he spoke, and she knew for certain. It was his voice, a mellifluous tenor, crisp with British superiority and the hint of a laugh.

She abhorred being laughed at.

“Well,” he said, nodding at her knife—which, in retrospect, seemed far too small. “Aren’t you the fierce one?”

It took a moment to stifle her growl. No doubt it would give him even more to mock. “What do you expect? You chased me. Grabbed me from behind. Manhandled me.”

His eyes widened and he stared at her for a moment, then his grin widened. “You’re a Scot.” Not a question.

“You’re bluidy right I am, so don’t try anything. You’ll not be the first man I’ve skewered.”

A laugh. “I don’t doubt it for a moment.” He continued studying her, though, in a way that made her skin prickle.

“What?” she said, breaking the silence against her will.

He shrugged, some lazy careless gesture that made her want to smack his supercilious face. “I just thought all Scottish lasses had red hair, is all.”

“Did you now?” Did he want to see red? Well, it danced before her eyes.

He must have realized his comment incensed her, because he laughed again. “Doona skewer me, lass,” he said in a perfect brogue. For some reason, that made her even angrier.

“Why no’? Are you no’ a highwayman, come to rob me?”

“A highwayman?” His beautiful perfect brows lifted in mock surprise. He had the audacity to bow before her. “My lady, I’ve just saved your life.”

She gaped at him. She was aware she was gaping, like a landed cod, but could not manage to form words.

He chuckled and tucked two long fingers under her chin and gently closed it. Then he hooked her arm in his and led her farther along the track, where Lord Willouby’s stallion stood alongside the road ripping out tufts of grass. “There,” he said, waving at a stone bridge just beyond the hill, arching over the river.

Isobel yanked her arm away. “There, what?”

“Go look.”

He followed her as she made her way to the bridge and then stood next to her, rocking back on his heels, as she studied the structure. Or what remained of it.

The stone pilings were all in place, as were the abutments on either end, but as for the rest of it . . .

“The flood last month took out all the timbers,” he said in a far-too-smug tone.

She crossed her arms and studied the distance from one bank to the other. “No doubt we could have made the jump.”

He turned to stare at her for a long moment, and then he laughed again.

She was becoming quite tired of his laugh, and at the same time craving it. That was probably why—though she would deny it until the day she died—her lips quirked. Just a tad, but it was enough encouragement for him, apparently.

“I believe you owe me,” he said with a wicked smile.

“I owe you?” She turned and tipped up her chin and stared into his eyes—really stared into them—for the first time. They were a lovely warm brown with flecks of gold, and they were amused. There was something else in there, a certain heat, that she preferred to ignore.

“I did save your life.”

“I believe I made it clear, I could have made the jump.”

“I don’t doubt that for a moment, but your stallion?” He glanced at the steed, who was trying to lip an apple from the tree. “That is questionable.”

“Perhaps.” She sighed. “So what reward would you ask?”

“First, that you put away your blade.”

“First? How many rewards are you asking for?” Was she enjoying this . . . sparring? Why yes. She was.

He was terribly handsome, and not a highwayman after all. Probably, judging from his clothes, a stable lad. Or a farmer’s son.

He shrugged. “How much do you value your life?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Just as it is. I would like to ask for a kiss . . .” Her heart skipped. “But to be frank, I prefer not to kiss lasses with knives in their fists. You know, just in case.”

She straightened up and peered down her nose at him—no easy feat, as he was much taller than she. “I doona kiss just anyone.”

He splayed his hand over his heart. “I am gratified to hear it.”

“Certainly not . . .” She waved at his person. “Stable hands.”

He grinned. “Is that what I am then?”

She pointed to his boots. “Do tell me that is mud.”

“What else could it be?” His playful tone made clear it might well be something else one might find in a stable.

“And look at your hands.”

He did. She did, too. They were large, well made, with long fingers. There was mud there, too, beneath his fingernails. One would hope.

“I can wash them in the river, if you like.” Again, that charming smile.

She smiled back, but with a hint of restraint. It was an odd feeling cloaking her shoulders. Restraint was hardly her forte. “Please do.”

He nodded and she tried to ignore the curl that flopped onto his forehead as he turned and trotted down the bank.

With a sigh of regret, she took the reins of Lord Willouby’s stallion and mounted. Best be gone before he returned or she might be tempted to give him what he wanted.

She wanted it, too, which was stupid.

She was here for a few weeks while she waited for the various arms of her family to collect here, and then they would make the long trip down to London for a miserable Season. There was no time for a romance, and certainly not one with a farm boy. Not even one as handsome as he.

Though she had to admit, she was tempted.

She kicked the stallion into motion and began riding back the way she’d come.

What a pity.

She would have liked a kiss. Just one. She would have liked to know if he tasted as delicious as she imagined. She would have liked to have a story to tell Catriona, one that didn’t end with her plunging to her death into the River of the Broken Bridge.

She should have known he would follow.

She heard the hoofbeats behind her and urged her stallion on, bending low on his neck and whispering encouragement.

Her heart pounded.

She knew he would catch her.

He had before.

But still, she persevered.

She had no idea why she smiled. No idea why her soul sang.

No idea why, when he caught her, swooping her up into his arms and onto his lap, she laughed.

No idea why she smiled as he cupped her face with his still-damp hands and stared at her lips like a starving man.

No idea why, when his lips touched hers, fragrant and soft and oh-so-sweet, she sank into the kiss with all she had.

Or perhaps she did have an idea after all.

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NAKED HUNGER Best Cowboy Book of the Year

Yes haw!

 

I am truly celebrating. NAKED HUHGER has won the Love romances Cafe Best Cowboy Book of the Year Award. Thank you, thank you to all my wonderful readers who voted for me. I love you all. I remember when the first NAKED COWBOYS book was contracted. It was only meant to be a single title. But then you wonderful readers wanted to know about the other people in the story and like Pinocchio’s nose, it just grew from there.

Now they are back, better than ever, and…..

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So what’s the story with Naked Hunger?

They’ve got an appetite only love can satisfy.

His heart has an appetite only one woman can satisfy.

This craving is so intense, it could consume them…

When a craving like this hits, only one thing will satisfy them…or consume them.

 When love busts out of the chute, there’s no telling which way it’ll spin.

Blurb:

Sable Hunter paid her dues caring for suburban pets in West Texas. Ready to get back to her first love—large animals—she’s excited about moving to Saddle Wells to take over for the retiring veterinarian.NakedHunger_1600

With a reputation to build, she can’t afford any distractions. But the sizzling heat between her and local rancher Ryan Donovan could seriously mess with her focus.

Ryan earned his stripes the hard way, one bull at a time on the rodeo circuit. Now he’s put his prize money to work raising bulls for competition. He can’t deny he misses the excitement of pro riding—until the sweet new vet in town makes him want to sweep her into his bed. Maybe into his future.

Becoming friends with benefits sounds like an excellent compromise until Ryan can convince Sable she doesn’t have to choose between career and love. Soon they’re burning up the sheets…but an almost-tragic mistake could not only destroy Sable’s career, but any chance for happiness with the man she loves.

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Feeling Plum by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here. I’m feeling mighty plum right about now!

In case you hadn’t heard the news, my Plum Creek series (http://www.bethwilliamson.com/series/plum-creek/) is returning to bookshelves starting in February. This trilogy was originally published with Kensington since 2009/2010 but I got my rights back and decided to put them out there again. It’s a trilogy set in Reconstruction era Colorado. These are for sure erotic historical romance with lots of smexy scenes but also deep, wrenching emotions and an incredibly satisfying HEA. I’m excited to bring these back!

The trilogy begins with book 1, THE EDUCATION OF MADELINE. I wrote Madeline to be a tall, curvy, thirty-two year old spinster in Reconstruction era Colorado, 1872. She’s rich, hated because of her wealth, and needs to learn how to experience life.

The hero, Teague, is a big man with a dark past who enters Madeline’s life. She grabs hold of the opportunity with both hands and they begin an adventure together, with many twists, turns, and unseen dangers.

I loved Madeline – she embodied what I struggled with as a curvy woman with low self-confidence. She discovers she’s fierce, courageous, and unwilling to settle for what the world has planned for her.

I’m happy to say THE EDUCATION OF MADELINE released on February 27 in both ebook and print. The cover is beautiful and I can’t for y’all to meet Madeline and Teague. Book 2, THE REDEMPTION OF MICAH, releases in April. Followed by the third book, THE SALVATION OF SARAH (http://www.bethwilliamson.com/books/the-salvation-of-sarah/) in late May. Each book has a new cover, is freshly edited and ready to find a whole new group of readers. If you read the original years ago, the stories themselves haven’t changed.

If you haven’t, be sure to be plum with me and visit Plum Creek!

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Cowboy Lawman–Rhonda Lee Carver

Have you grabbed Without You? This is third in the series of Letting Go, a Hell Yeah! Kindle World read.

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Even the strongest woman needs a shoulder to lean on…

Mason Sullivan remembers how he felt the day he learned his oldest brother wouldn’t be returning home. Not alive. Swearing he’d help others, he set a plan into motion. Flash forward…Mason has the life he wanted, but when a seductive, slice of heaven from his past comes back to Kerrville, his so-called “wonderful life” will have more holes than Swiss cheese. The only one who can fill the void is the same person who has the risk of flight. Sure, a cowboy has needs, and she certainly does make his head spin, but his heart isn’t immune to the beauty and he could lose her again…

Two things Kiernan Everhart loves most—her son and Double K Ranch. Years ago, she’d left home to pursue her dreams, but the big city wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Always there for her son, she helps him through the challenges of his medical condition, but sometimes even the strongest woman needs a shoulder to lean on. In Kerrville, she has the support of her family…and Mason Sullivan, the cowboy she stole kisses from back in the day. He’s grown into quite the perfect man and his bedside manner, as nurse and gentleman, sure can make a woman remember she’s more than a mother. She’d like to fall, right into his arms, but her priority is her son. And when her ex shows up, hijacking her happiness, all hell will break loose. Kiernan must perform damage control before the people she loves are hurt.

He didn’t plan to fall, but he did, and Mason would do anything to protect Kiernan and her son. He will not only have to face the demons of Kiernan’s past, but find out who is using scare tactics to send her packing. If it’s the last thing he’ll do, he’ll prove to her that he has the perfect place in his heart for her family.

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To Serve. Protect. And desire.

Special Agent Zander Cade discovers his stunning neighbor and realizes she has a handful of secrets that could put him in a difficult situation. He has a job to do, but her beauty and spunk deter his every intention to abide the law. If his instincts are right, she’s a whole lot of trouble…and in danger.

Wynn Makelti has no other choice but to move into her grandmother’s neglected house, at least for the time being. Anything is better than going back to her ex whose criminal activity is catching up to him. The Wyoming scenery isn’t too bad, considering her neighbor has caught, and keeps, her attention. But can he be trusted? She believes he has a few secrets of his own and she makes it a priority to find out what he’s hiding behind his hat, beguiling smile and bad-boy tattoos.

Little by little the secrets begin to unravel and turmoil shows up on her doorstep. As safe as his embrace feels, can she stay and possibly put him at risk from someone from her past? If she leaves, she could lose everything she has come to love.

As risky as loving Wynn is, Zander can’t let her go, even if it puts his career on the line. It’s time she finds out what a real man has to offer and he’s the one to do it. Together they can face the danger closing in…unless she runs before he can prove that he can be trusted to protect her and love her.

 

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