Rodeo Heat is back and hotter than ever

When I first wrote Rodeo Heat I was so involved with the story of a woman in her forties who had lived a button down life until she met a hot, hot rodeo rider who took her on a journey of sexual awakening. I am still in love wit it, and apparently so are readers. When it disappeared from sight I had a lot of protecting emails. But guess what>? It’s back, updated and enhanced, the story of Grace and Ben,. an unlikely couple who struggle to find happiness. Hope you enjoy it.rodeoheat_outnow

She never knew what heat was until she met her cowboy—then fire consumed them.

It could have been the animalistic heat of the rodeo, or the pin with special powers that the old woman had all but forced her to buy. But whatever it was, within seconds of meeting rodeo rider Ben Lovell, Grace Delany safe world crumbled in a voluptuous explosion of lust. Every night was something new and Grace gave in to it all, relishing her body’s. As Ben Lowell led her from one earth-shattering climax to another, as her body softened and opened to him, her juices lubricating the way, all she could do was hang on for dear life and follow his lead. But when it was over, could she really walk away from the man who had taken her on an outrageous journey of sexual self-discovery where there were no limits or boundaries?

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“Oh my god,” she gasped, reaching for his head to pull it close.

He lifted his head and circled her wrists with his fingers. “It’s much better when you know you can’t touch me,” he told her. “When you’re spread out like a feast before me and I can take my time.” He lowered his voice. “You like it when I restrain you, don’t you, Grace?”

She nodded, wordless. She did like everything he did to her. Why had she acted so stupidly the other night?

“I like seeing you helpless, open to my mouth and hands and cock. Does that frighten you, Grace? Is that what made you run away?”

She shook her head and finally the words rushed from her lips. “Honestly? All of it scared me, Ben. The whole scene. But hiding from it hasn’t helped. I discovered I really love it all. I want it all. With you. Can you imagine what a shock that is to me? I like being wild with you.”

His chuckle was low and warm. “Tonight you will get it all, darlin’. Every bit and then some.” Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs lined with pink fleece. “I bought these the other day when I had high hopes for the evening. Before you stood me up.” A grin played at the corners of his mouth.

“M-Maybe you should punish me for being bad,” she ventured, knowing the desire in his eyes was reflected in her own, yet still shocked at her boldness.

His laugh was full and rich. “Oh, I think I’ll have to do that. But all in its own good time.”

He threaded the handcuffs through one of the spindles on the headboard, then locked them around her wrists. His eyes ate her body like a starving man with a glimpse of a bountiful feast. Very slowly he slid her panties down her hips, over her ankles and tossed them to the floor. One warm palm covered her naked pussy.

“Two days and you need shaving again.” His voice was husky with need. “If I didn’t have other plans for tonight I’d do it right now but we’ll put it on the schedule. I love it when there’s nothing here between my tongue and your skin.”

He knelt between her thighs and ran both large hands over her body, shaping the hills of her breasts, the swell of her tummy, dipping into the creases where thigh and hip joined. His eyes followed the path of his hands, as if memorizing every inch of her.

Grace knew somehow tonight was different from the first time. From all the other times. There was an erotic charge in the air, making everything more…intense, filling her with a desire to hold every minute captive. To savor the delicious taste and feel of him. This was more than just hot, raw sex. This was like falling into a hot pool of sensuality. Of eroticism. And never being able to climb out. She was getting in way over her head again and knew she couldn’t do a thing about it. Or wanted to.

He stroked another strawberry across first one nipple, then the other and it was like the feathery touch of brushes against her pebbled tips. The wet heat of his mouth as he licked every drop of the chocolate confection sent lightning bolts of heat stabbing through her directly to her cunt. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together to compress the increased fluttering in the walls of her vagina but his body between her legs kept them wide apart.

Ben took his time, sharing the berries with her before painting the chocolate on the hard tips of her breasts. He was right about the helplessness, except this time it felt different. As if by submitting to him she was actually the one in control.

Whoa! What was that all about?











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Ugly Stick Saloon is Back! by Myla Jackson

I was very sad when Samhain Publishing closed its doors. I gave birth to the Ugly Stick Saloon there! Fortunately, Samhain gave back my rights to my stories and I’m now able to reissue them. I’ll be doing that one a month until I get all 15 of them released. I’ve already launched Boots & Chaps, Boots & Sex Ed and Boots & Promises. I’m finally able to bring the books I Indie published together and put them in order with the ones I published with Samhain. Also, they will be in PRINT for the first time ever! Tomorrow is the re-release of BOOTS & LEATHER. If you haven’t read the Ugly Stick Saloon series, they’re fun, SEXY and you’ll love revisiting the characters!

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by Myla Jackson

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She’s a free-riding, biker-chick with attitude…they’re just the Kiowa cowboys who can rein her in.

Running from her past for over a year, Libby Jones makes a stop in Temptation, Texas, and takes a job at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Eight months later, she knows she must leave or risk her past catching up with her. Then why did she take the Gray Wolf twins up on an offer to go riding on their ranch? Getting involved isn’t in the cards for this free-rider.

Mark and Luke Gray Wolf have been trying to capture Libby Jones’s attention since she’d started work at the Ugly Stick, only she’s blown them off at every attempt to ask her out, until now. Determined to show her a good time on the ranch, they take her to their special project site and show her what she’s been missing. Their plan: to expose her to the temptations only twins can provide to persuade her to stay for the long haul.

Convinced she’s falling for the two, Libby longs for a life she can’t have, knowing she must leave before her whereabouts are discovered. But all hell breaks loose when her past walks through the doors of the saloon. The Gray Wolf twins have a fight on their hands to keep Libby from running again.

Warning: This title contains hot scenes with even hotter Kiowa twins and a motorcyle-riding, leather-clad biker chick. Caution—bring your fan and iced drinks to the reading, the pages sizzle!

Book 1


Book 2


Book 3


Book 4 Short Story


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When is it Good Enough?

Hey there! Maddie James here. I’m excited to share that my next release in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World is coming next week, May 23!

She’s from the wrong side of the tracks. He has a past she might not understand.

Mira Featherstone knows her place in life and it’s not with Jake Remington. Rich guys play on the wrong side of the tracks but they don’t bring girls like her home to mama. Since Mira has no expectations beyond the moment, she doesn’t mind playing though. And she loves toying with the bad boy lawyer—until it gets her into trouble with her boss, Heath McCoy.

Jake Remington is a wealthy Texas cowboy whose family land borders the McCoy Highlands ranch, although he now practices law and lives in Kentucky. He’s back to settle a land dispute between his parents and the McCoys. He plans to take care of business and get the hell out of Dodge before he gets himself into trouble. Again.

Because trouble for Jake always comes in the form of a Texas beauty he can’t keep his hands off. The last temptation ended up with a lawsuit. But when he bumps into Mira coming out of his hotel room at Heath McCoy’s resort, keeping his hands off the hotel maid is impossible.

He’s fascinated by Mira. But with his past reputation, is he good enough for her?


Mira’s eyelids fluttered open. She looked up into Jake’s face.

His gaze penetrated. “Holy fuck, you are beautiful,” he rasped. His fingertips gently massaged her jawline, and then tipped her head to the side. He nuzzled closer, his mouth finding the tender spot on her neck beneath her ear and leaving a hot brand of wet kisses in its wake.

Mira’s heart pumped wildly, her breathing quick and shallow. She loved the anticipation of sex. The foreshadowing of the titillation to come. How he would feel. What he would do….

The unknown excited her like nothing else.

She exhaled and pressed into him. The cowboy groaned and nibbled lower. He pushed back the opening of her dress and popped the top button, widening the area and exposing her breasts a little.

His mouth followed.

“You have tits to kill for.” He raked his mouth over her tender flesh.

Mira gasped and whispered. “Your mouth is so damn hot.”

“I can show you something hotter,” he countered.

Good Enough will be available at Amazon on May 23, 2017.

Get more information about Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World here. 

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Rope a Falling Star by Siobhan Muir

starlight600Howdy, y’all!

My name’s Siobhan Muir and I write the Cheyenne Cowboys at the Triple Star Ranch in Wyoming. Wyoming’s known as the Cowboy State and it makes sense because we have the largest and oldest rodeo in the United States, Cheyenne Frontier Days. The rodeo is only six years short of the state’s ratification, which happened in 1890, and twenty-three years younger than Cheyenne, established in 1873. That’s a long time to have hot cowboys riding broncs and bulls.

Cheyenne Frontier Days is a huge celebration extending the last ten days of July every year. There are four pancake breakfasts, four parades, and concerts every night except two – when the bull riding championships take place. I was at a pancake breakfast in 2015 when the inspiration for Tom Colton, the hero in Rope a Falling Star, limped past me. The cowboy couldn’t have been more than 29 years old, but he moved like a man more than twice his age. I watched him move through the crowd and an entire cowboy story line unfolded in my head.

The blurb and an excerpt are below, and Tom Colton took me on a helluva ride in his romance with Amber Hillcrest. Ironically, while I was in the middle of book one, the story line for book two, Star Light, Star Bright showed up, and y’all are fortunate because it comes out this month. Check it out here:

Thanks so much for joining me here on the Wild & Wicked Cowboys, and happy reading!


ropeafallingstar600Rope a Falling Star (Triple Star Ranch #1)
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Cowboy Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2016

Only the best stars fall…

Three time bronc-riding champion Tom Colton’s dream of a fourth title ends when he draws Wooden Nickel, a mean little bronc with more twists than a maze. With his heart no longer in rodeo, he figures it’s time to go home to the Triple Star Ranch, the PTSD therapy ranch he and his dad founded to help others with trauma in their pasts. Tom just wants a little time to nurse his hurts and consider his next move.

Amber Hillcrest started out as a Triple Star client and stayed on as a massage therapist. Her dog Nimbus keeps her PTSD in check, but her heart remains bruised. She knows she’s too old and too broken for love, especially with the son of her boss, but he’s hot enough to fill her fantasies for years to come.

Amber tries to keep it professional between them, but Tom proves too irresistible with his big heart and charm. But someone is sabotaging the Triple Star and the neighboring Fantasy Ranch, and an ex-girlfriend keeps coming around, trying to reconnect with Tom. Tom’s hands are full of problems instead of the luscious massage therapist. But when Amber gets kidnapped, Tom will move heaven and earth to get her back and tell her how he truly feels.

Read an excerpt of Rope a Falling Star

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“Dinner with Amber.”

“It’s worked better than you know.” Amber grasped her water glass with both hands. “You’ve helped so many people, not just your father. Interacting with animals to find comfort and stability is a huge thing. Most humans don’t know how to fix the hurts, but animals do. It takes a wise human to know that. You’ve really done so much for people, me included.”

Her words warmed him almost as much as her smile. “I’m glad I could help. I just wanted to save my dad, to give him something to focus on. I figured my winnings and money could help a little.”

“You’ve done a lot, buckets and gallons. I’d even say a ‘butt load.’”

He laughed and stuffed some food in his mouth before he said something lame.

“I mean it, Tom. Your generosity and efforts have helped so many.”

“What about you, if you don’t mind me asking. What brought you to the Triple Star?”

Amber ate for a few moments in silence and he wondered if he’d pushed too hard too fast. Damn, whoa back there, Colton. She’s not some buckle bunny.

“I, uh, I came here as a client three years ago, trying to get back to being functional after the accident.” She pushed her food around the plate. “It was a rough time and I didn’t know how my brother and his wife convinced me to come out here from Seattle. But this ranch was the best thing that ever happened to me. And your dad, too. He really understood what was going on with me.” She reached for Nimbus and the dog shoved her head onto Amber’s lap. “He got me in touch with Wyoming Service Dogs and Nimbus took me the rest of the way.”

Tom watched Amber stroke her dog’s head with love and gratitude, and he wished he could offer her the same solace. Great, now I’m jealous of a dog.

“You’ve made one helluva recovery.” He raised his water glass in salute. “To Trip Colton for making this ranch and Nimbus the service dog for doing what she does best.”

Amber raised her own glass. “And to Tom Colton for funding the ranch for Trip to do what he could do.”

No more than fifty feet away across the river a herd of elk chose that moment to pass through and the bull trumpeted with his own announcement. Both Tom and Amber jumped, turning their gazes to the magnificent male as he nosed his harem of cows into motion.

“Wow, I guess we’re all expressin’ our gratitude tonight.” Tom grinned as he watched the small herd head off toward the copse of cottonwoods upstream.

“Yes, seems like.” Amber returned her gaze to him. “Tell me about you. Aren’t you competing in Cheyenne Frontier Days? I thought that was still going on.”

“Oh, it is and I was, but tonight was my last ride.” He swallowed against the sorrow at the change. Why the hell do I feel sorry? My heart’s not in it anymore.

“Your last ride? You mean you’re done with the rodeo?”

He nodded. “Yup.”

She eyed him a moment or two as she sipped her water. “Is that where you got your shoulder injury tonight?”

He nodded again. “Yup.”

She gaped at him. “I’m surprised you chose to…stop riding.”

“You were gonna say ‘quit’, weren’t you?”

“I thought about it, but quitting suggests giving up and you don’t strike me as a man who merely gives up.” She gave him a pensive smile. “I get the impression it’s more you’ve done what you wanted and now you’re ready to move on to something else.”

Damn, did this woman read minds? He sat back and let his gaze rest on her auburn hair in the fading light.

“That’s exactly what I was feelin’. I just couldn’t get excited about it anymore.”

She nodded slowly. “I’ve learned when that happens, it’s definitely time to move on.” Her mouth tightened over her words and she finished her meal. He wanted to ask what it was she walked away from, but the energy shifted and she’d closed up. What’s she thinkin’ now?

“Thank you so much for dinner. I enjoyed it.” She rose and gathered her plate to take back into the house.

“Are you going?” He blinked.

“Yes. I need to get some rest before tomorrow’s clients.”

He rose and followed her inside, wondering what he’d said to shift her mood. She wouldn’t look at him, but easily cleaned up the remnants of her meal and put the dishes in his dishwasher.

“At least let me give you a ride home.”

“I drove, so I have my Jeep. It’s okay, Tom. Dinner was great. Be sure to ice your shoulder and take some homeopathic Arnica montana or rub on some sports salve to help with the inflammation.” She gave him a perfunctory smile and he sensed his chances with this woman slipping away while he watched.



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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you’ll find in her paranormal romance and romantic suspense stories.




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Kitchen in Progress + giveaway from Sarah M. Anderson

Hey everyone! First things first, so the winner of the three-book set of Lawyers in Love (A Man of His Word, A Man of Distinction and A Man of Privilege) is…moosehog83! Congratulations, Moose! Send your snail-mail address to message@sarahmandersonDOTcom!

Now, onto the pictures! So, we’re remodeling a kitchen. I posted one pic last month.


So. Many. Sweaters. 

Please hold me.

No, seriously, it’s going fine! Sort of fine! *weeps quietly*

Old Kitchen 2

I can’t believe I’m posting these pictures from about 3 years ago.







Please, look past the sweaters and the turkey I’m mauling and note the actual kitchen: Oak cabinets, blue and yellow walls, an office-like water cooler behind a dog’s butt.

We bought this house 11 1/2 years ago and we weren’t exactly cash rich at the time (because we bought a house, duh). So after a year of odd cabinets and industrial carpeting on the floor, we’d saved up enough to afford a super-small remodel. We had that lovely hardwood floor put in and that was pretty much our entire budget. We bought OOPS! paint on discount, took all the cabinets off the wall and rehung them.

It was the best we could do at the time (with a 1 1/2 year old, to boot). But after a decade of a jerry-rigged kitchen, I’d reached my breaking point.

Plus, we paid off the mortgage. It was time to invest in the house a little more.

We paid for everything in January (got some great sales!) and the work started in (very late) March. It’s May now. It’s not done yet. BUT it’s getting closer!

So, pictures!


See that chimney between the stove and the dishwasher? That had to come out.


Please note the small dog. Also, the one square of wall that was removable to get to the washer/dryer in the bathroom behind that wall. That’s changing, too.


Remember there were corner cabinets there? Hasta la vista, baby!


Can you see walls going up where those corner cabinets used to be? It’s going to be a pantry! And who could forget the Ceiling Fan That Didn’t Fan?


“Uh, this is gonna be…tricky.” Things you never want to hear your contractors say about anything, ever.


Hey, progress! No chimney! And are those new cabinets?


WHY YES! YES THOSE ARE NEW CABINETS! There’s supposed to be a fridge next to them. It’s still in the dining room.


EEE! Upper cabinets! You can almost see a kitchen from here!


Oh, wow. Remember where we started? Sure, none of the appliances are hooked up and the sink is for display only right now, but SO PRETTY!


The washer and (soon-to-be) dryer will be in the mud room area now, not in the bathroom. Still missing that fridge! But the washer works and I have a laundry line outside, so I can hang clothes to dry on nice days.


Lighting fixtures THAT ACTUALLY LIGHT UP! (Trust me, they do. It’s so bright that the fixture didn’t show unless the light was off!)

So, we’ve come a long way, baby–and heavens knows we’ve got a long way to go. If we get this thing DONE done before school lets out (IN A MONTH! *sobs*) then we’ll be in great shape.

Let’s do a giveaway! I have a collection of books I got at a conference that need a good home–is that you? For a chance to win a grab-bag of surprise books (including books by Heidi Hormel, Heather Graham and more!) just leave a comment with reassurances that I’m going to survive this kitchen remodel. Because I really need them. Please.


Have a great month, everyone!


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Texas Firefighters!

Maybe they don’t wear cowboy hats, but being “cowboy” is in the blood of born-and-raised Texas boys. Enjoy an excerpt!

Raw Silk

A wicked, no-strings one-night stand turns unexpectedly complicated when lonely hearts collide…

Camille sacrificed romance for success long ago. Now that the lingerie company she and her best friend built is hugely successful, she has a few regrets. Wanting to let down her hair and explore the possibilities, she agrees to meet a man at a bar for drinks only to wind up needing help when she rebuffs his sexual overtures.

Jake and Daniel are two firefighters hitting the bar for a quick drink after a long shift when they see a classy beauty fending off an overzealous boyfriend. With a flex of biceps, they chase him off then settle in to seduce the lovely woman whose eyes reflect a hunger they understand all too well.

What starts as a simple, pleasurable one-night stand, quickly burns up the sheets. While Jake falls deeper into love with Camille, Daniel still thinks he can walk—until he gets a whiff of Camille’s best friend Lacey. Suddenly, three isn’t enough.

Warning! Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly! Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f and m/m.

Get your copy here!

An excerpt from RAW SILK…

Camille’s hands shook as she inserted the key in her apartment door. The two burly men flanking her hadn’t given her an inch of space to breathe, hadn’t left her alone a single moment to rethink this plan.

It had all happened so fast. One minute her focus was Malcolm and the contract his company had been on the verge of offering. Then in the blink of an eye, she’d been seduced away from her purpose by two slick firefighters with bodies to die for. Was she really going to make love with both of them? Was she that desperate?

The lock clicked. Jake reached around her and shoved open the door.

She shouldn’t have been excited by the urgency his action telegraphed. Alarm would have been a more natural reaction, but she did like the way he took charge. How long had it been since a man did anything other than follow her politely inside?

Danny pushed her through the door. His hands were already tugging away her jacket and going for her blouse, reaching around her to unbutton the long row while he touched her intimately down her front.

Too late, she remembered the creamy, ultra-feminine floral bra she’d donned at the shop. As soon as her blouse opened, her nipples peeked above the “shelf”.

Danny’s breath hitched, jerking his chest against her back. His hands cupped her bare flesh, squeezing.

Jake closed the door behind them and stalked past, pulling his T-shirt over his head. All she could do was gape. With a strong male body heating up her backside and all that luscious muscle to view while she was being stripped, she knew she was in way over her head.

When he glanced back, Jake’s face was taut, his gaze narrowing on her mostly naked chest. Looking at him was like eyeing a tiger at the zoo, only there weren’t bars between them to keep her safe.

Holding her gaze, he strode toward her and knelt, his gaze smoldering. He eased his hands under skirt.

Her breaths shortened when his fingertips traced the tops of her thigh-high hosiery. His fingers lingered, slipped inside the snug bands and let them go.

The snap and the darkening pleasure etched on his face made her knees weak. He rolled the hose downward, lifted one foot at a time to slip off her pumps and the stockings. Then he was back under her skirt again, swooping upward. His hands stopped at the edge of her lacy panties then traced the elastic around her hips.

The rise of his eyebrows and the amused quirk of his lips was all the reaction he gave. Hidden under his skirt, he tugged the slender elastic, tightening it between her buttocks.

She bit her lips rather than bleat a breathy Jesus, because she had the feeling she’d be praying for release over and over again this night.

How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation? Did she really want rescuing? Maybe she just needed them to slow down so she could catch her breath—or so she could savor the scandalous delight.

This was all her sister’s fault. Amy’s newfound happiness with her husband had Camille rethinking her own life choices. Including the one that had excluded any long-term relationships. How could she have known she’d have such a long drought of partners?

She’d wanted the career and the opulent storefront. However, the soft chubby-cheeked baby she’d held in her arms last weekend had reminded her that time was marching on, and she wasn’t getting any younger.

If she was going to find Mr. Right, she had to get out more. Malcolm had seemed an appropriate choice. She’d mistaken him for a gentleman.

These two enthusiastic men weren’t on her agenda at all, but then again, she needed some practice. What would one night of freaky sex hurt anyway?

It wasn’t as if they were ever going to see each other again. They didn’t run in the same circles. They could have their choice of women given their attractiveness and sheer maleness. So it wasn’t likely that either of them would give her another thought past this delicious moment.

She could do this…let some of the pent-up yearnings she’d ignored unravel a bit. And she couldn’t think of two better candidates for the job.

Jake was the taller of the two, his shoulders nearly as wide her doorway. He’d had to duck to step inside. He was handsome in a rough-hewn way with a blunt nose and chin. His eyes were a startling blue. Even his close-cropped brown hair appealed. For as large as he was, he moved with grace. She remembered the way he’d danced, his body surrounding her, supporting her with his thigh and the tender crush of his fingers.

Danny, only slightly less tall and broad, was still mouthwateringly masculine. His brown eyes danced with easy humor until aroused, then glinted darkly, his expression growing almost feral. Scary, in a completely sexy way.

And she was going to experience them both. Somehow, she knew they wouldn’t be one-minute wonders, and that the competition between them would only spur them to provide her greater delights.

If Lacey could see her now, she’d be shocked. And beside herself with laughter. Steady, much-too-sensible Camille was about to be the filling in a very naughty sandwich.

“You’re thinking too much,” Jake said, still kneeling at her feet. Her blouse was open, her bra hanging off her arms, and Danny was peering over her shoulder at her breasts while he played.

The corners of Jake’s mouth curled, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to roll it upward, baring the length of her legs then passing her crotch until the fabric bunched around her waist.

Out of reflex, she pressed her knees together, but he wasn’t having any of it. Jake slipped his hands between her legs and pushed apart her thighs.

Danny pinched her nipples, distracting her, and then Jake leaned closer and pressed kisses on her upper thighs. When his fingers grazed her sex through the delicate lace, she jumped, gasping. But he only smiled and planted his thumbs on her outer folds, pressing through the fabric to spread them open. He gave a quick upward glance and winked, catching her open-mouthed expression.

She swallowed hard as he stuck out his tongue and touched her there. Rubbing it over the lacy fabric above her hooded clit. Just that one little spot when she was ready for him to plunge deep. But the teasing little flicker sent darts of electric pleasure zinging toward her womb.

Danny pinched her nipples harder, and she quivered, jerking softly against his chest.

Jake burrowed deeper and latched his wicked lips around her cloaked clit and suckled, the moist sounds obscene in the silence surrounding them. She was the only one nearly naked. The only one exposed.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Tell me when you’re close,” Danny whispered in her ear.

“Almost there,” she moaned. Her breath caught, and her eyes widened because, amazingly, she was beginning the spiral.

Jake leaned back and smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs, soothing her while she caught her breath. He lurched upward and grabbed her waist, hoisting her off the ground. Danny’s hands fell away.

“Put your legs around me,” Jake growled. “Where’s the bedroom?”

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Get roped! Rhonda Lee Carver

I am sooooo behind. My list of things to do have grown to arm’s length. I always seem to get crazy busy at this time of the year. My kids will be home for the summer and then time seems to fly. Y’all know what I’m talking about. I have two releases coming up. One in May and the other in June.

Have I showed you this cover?





One heart…two loves. Who will she choose?
What does a person do when they fall in love? They make a move, unless they’re eight. Loving Nann Fraley has been the story of Mac Sullivan’s life. Best friend and confidant, he’s been her shoulder, her rock, but no time has seemed like the right time to tell her his feelings. He can barely understand them himself.
Until he loses her to his brother.
Nann can’t think of a place she loves more than Sully Ranch. The horses have taken up residence inside her heart…along with Mac, but he’s too busy hobnobbing with the female flavor of the month falling at his dusty boots to notice Nann is all grown up. Moving on seems like the best thing to do, but tumbling into the arms of another Sullivan wasn’t part of the ‘moving on’ plan. It just happened, and she didn’t mean to start a Sullivan war.
Tragedy strikes and she loses both men.
After dedicating himself to a uniform, Mac is back in Kerrville, Texas and ready to take the helm at Sully…and ready to forget the one woman he can’t have. His plans are derailed when he learns Nann has kept a secret…one with the Sullivan ice-blue eyes and coal-black hair. Had he really believed he could sweep the night he’d spent with Nann six years ago under the rug? He has no clue how to be a daddy, but he swears he won’t lose everything he loves a second time around, that is if an outside source seeking revenge doesn’t foil his intentions.


This hottie will be available in June and is up for pre-order!

Cowboys Forgive (Cowboys of Nirvana, #8)



Taking a dirt bath off a bull lands Jace Jackson into the hands of beautiful, smart, sexy country singer Jessa Garvey. In pain and loopy on pain meds, he has no clue he’s flirting with her, and making a big damn fool of himself. Back in high school she rejected him, and although years have passed, sometimes a cowboy can’t forget. When Miss Priss invades his space at Nirvana, he decides to give her a dose of her own medicine and puts her to work mucking stalls. That’ll teach her…
Or will it?
Trading her guitar for a shovel, Jessa is out to prove to Jace that she isn’t the same person she was as a teenager. As far as she’s concerned, he’ll forgive her even if it kills her, or lands her hot and willing in bed with the dangerously handsome cowboy.
She’s in deep.
Forgiveness is granted, but she isn’t prepared for the choices she must make. Has she changed enough? Does the sliver of selfishness remain?

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Crazy Busy

I hope everyone will forgive me. Life has become super busy for me. I’m on deadline and behind on what I need to get done. Plus I have a big vacation coming up in May so I’m still trying to get ready for that.

Not much on the writing front, still waiting, impatiently waiting, to hear on my cowboy book. In the mean time, I’m writing more books for my two publishers while attending football games on the weekends.

So that’s really it for me – I’m going to leave you with some eye candy to make up for the short post. I hope you enjoy it.



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Excited to Share by Paty Jager

What am I excited to share with you? The news I received this month.

The third book of my Letters of Fate historical western romance series is a nominee for the RONE award.

What is the RONE award? Books  that have been reviewed by the romance magazine inD’Tale and have received a rating of 4 or more is a nominee. These books are then put up on the InD’Tale website and fans vote for their favorite book. The two or three in each category with the most votes are then send to industry professionals who read the finalists and rate the books. The scores denote the winning books.  Last year my mystery, Double Duplicity was a finalist and eventually a runner-up.

If you’ve read Brody: Letters of Fate and would like to vote for it, you can go here on the week of May 8th-14th.

Excerpt from Brody: Letters of Fate

Lilah hurried through helping Mrs. Fellowes with the dishes. She stood in her room, patting her hair. She’d combed lavender through her locks and was ready to meet Brody out on the front porch. After the meal, he’d asked her to meet him and they’d go for a walk.

She left her room and peeked in at the children. They were all snuggled in their beds, giggling. “Sleep tight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Downstairs she started to say something to the judge, but noticed he was sleeping in the chair. Mrs. Fellowes glanced her way. She didn’t smile but there wasn’t any reprimand about staying out too long.

On the porch, she found Brody leaning against a post. He turned at the sound of the screen door opening.

He had caught her attention when she first met him, but now that he wore the cowboy hat, boots, and work pants, he took her breath away. She stopped an arm’s length from him and enjoyed the view. She sighed.

Brody held his arm out to her, and she slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow. It was still light. Though the heat of the sun lingered on the ground, the air was cooling.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, noting he walked up behind the house.

“Somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.” He squeezed her hand against his body, causing heat to spread up her arm and swirl in her chest.

They strolled through the trees and skirted large boulders that had rolled down from the crown of rock on the top of the hill to their north. The sun cast a soft, end-of-the-day glow onto the hillside when he stopped.

He’d brought them to a small flat spot on the side of the hill where they could look down on the buildings and two of the hay meadows beyond.

“This is beautiful!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I’m going to like being courted.”

He lowered his head and their lips met. She’d thought of little else but kissing him again after his apology before supper. Now, on the hill all alone, they could kiss until they were both exhausted.

The angle of the kiss changed, his breath came in puffs against her cheek as his tongue slid across her lips as if tasting them. What did his mouth feel like? She followed his lead, parting her lips. Their tongues touched, and she opened her mouth in surprised. He didn’t retreat as she had done. The intimacy of part of him inside her, sent heat coursing to her area between her legs.

She clutched his shoulders as she squeezed her legs together trying to make sense of the throbbing. Her knees gave way. Brody pulled out of the kiss and helped ease her down to the ground. The warm soft bed of grass smelled earthy.

“Are you not feeling well?” he asked, lying beside her, his head propped on an arm.

She felt as if she had a fever. And all from his kisses. “I…my…” How did she tell him of the sensations she didn’t even understand?

He leaned close, kissing the tip of her nose, her cheek, her neck. Her eyes closed as he nuzzled her neck.

“You smell good. Like a flower.” His lips returned to her lips.

His body shifted closer. His arm wrapped around her middle, drawing her close. “Why are you so still?” he whispered in her ear.

Instead of wondering about the sensations, she decided to explore them. Rolling to her side, she faced him. Her breasts squashed against his chest, her lower body molded to his. There was a hardness that pressed against her throbbing mound. The sensation caused her already stimulated body to push closer.

A whimper escaped her as she wiggled closer and wished she could satisfy the ache.

“Oh, Lilah, don’t tempt me.” He captured her mouth with his. His tongue tangled with hers.

The arm under her, circled his neck, drawing them closer, holding him tight as he seduced her mouth. She grasped his hip with her other hand, pulling his lower body tighter against her. Her body rocked, rubbing the throbbing area against his hardness.

He shifted and she moaned, missing the contact. His lips drew away, and he leaned his forehead to hers.

“We can’t…” He drew in a long breath. “This will lead to…”

“You can’t leave me throbbing in my woman parts.” As soon as the words came out she wondered at the boldness of her tongue.

Brody chuckled and pulled her head to his chest. “I have the same problem.”

She shoved back. “You have woman parts?”

He laughed and kissed her, a quick peck on the lips. “No, my manhood is throbbing and about to burst.”

“Really?” She’d been on the ranch and knew the male put his part inside the female to make babies, but she’d never thought there were sensations before it happened that could be so frustrating and wonderful. “I never knew mating could be such a varied mix of sensations.”

Brody Cover (411x657)Brody: Letters of Fate

Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.

A letter from a grandfather he’s never met has Brody Yates escorted across the country to work on a ranch rather than entering prison. But his arrival in Oregon proves prison may have been the lesser of two evils. A revenge driven criminal, the high desert, and his grandfather’s beautiful ward may prove more dangerous than anything he’s faced on the New York docks.

Lilah Wells is committed to helping others: the judge who’d taken her in years ago, the neighboring children, and the ranch residents, which now includes the judge’s handsome wayward grandson. And it all gets more complicated when her heart starts ruling her actions.

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The Right Ranger Gets His Day by Donna Michaels

Hi! It’s Donna Michaels and I’m thrilled to share the release date, blurb, and hot cover for Book 3 in The Men of At-Ease Ranch series through Entangled!!

THE RIGHT RANGER releases June 12, 2017



It’s time to claim what’s his…

Haley Wagner’s life just got a lot more complicated. As if turning her struggling ranch around isn’t tough enough, she’s forced to call him for help. With his hard eyes and even harder body, Cord is an irritatingly sexy contradiction of hot and cold. How can she possibly hide her embarrassing secret when just looking at Cord is a combustible event?

Former Army Ranger Cord Brannigan has a secret, too. He promised his fallen teammate he’d protect the tempting, fiercely independent Haley from a distance, but now they’re stuck together for three weeks. Alone. Keeping his hands off will take every ounce of control he can muster. And that control is slipping…


Are you going to RT in Atlanta next week? I’ll be at the big book fair with copies of the first two books: IN A RANGER’S ARMS, and HER SECRET RANGER. You can’t miss me. I’ll be wearing a Lula Belle cow pin, and I’ll  have more fun cow-themed promo for The Men of At-Ease Ranch series, so come find me!!

Here’s a shot of the wristbands, buttons, and flip notepads. 🙂

I hope you to see you there!

Thanks for reading,

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