Quick Visit to Harland County!

Unruly cowboys and the women who tame them… 

Another visit to Harland County, Texas is right around the corner! HER HEALING COWBOY/Book 5: Jace in the Harland County Series is releasing May 21st.

The hero is Doctor Jace Turner, Texas National Guardsman and General Practitioner waiting for his commission to run out before he joins Doctors Without Borders, but sometimes love complications our well-laid plans.

Here’s a little unedited snippet for your reading enjoyment:

With her arms laded with empty dishes, she headed for the kitchen, only after making sure the pregnant woman was directing the servers on breaking down the buffet table and not lifting a finger herself. Happy to be useful, Holly pushed through the swinging door into the kitchen and walked right into Doctor Hotty.

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Despite the shock of literally running into the doctor where she never expected, she was proud the squeak that escaped her lips was a small one. Between the two of them, they managed to keep her armful from falling to the floor.

“Whoa, I got you,” he said, steadying them.

What he got, was her heart fluttering and pulse pounding in her ears. “Sorry. I-I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

He grabbed half her load and carried them to the sink. “I’d just finished taking out Connor stitches.”

“Oh.” She set her stack next to his, then turned to face him. “I didn’t know he had any, or that you made house calls.”

That caused all kind of crazy, hot thoughts to rush through her head all at once. And the blood to rush to her face. Dammit.

Smile tugging his lips, the handsome man stepped close to brush a strand of hair off her face. “He did, and I do…when my patients are too stubborn to come to me.”

Something in his tone told her he had been prepared to seek her out about her arm. Good thing she’d run into him at the office building then, because the last thing she needed was to be alone with the tempting, sexy man.

Like now.

She tried to draw in a breath, but her thudding heart was stuck in her throat, blocking passage.

“How’s your arm?” He was dressed casual today in jeans and a white T-shirt.

She wondered if he looked as good without his clothes. “What?”

“Your arm? How is it?” he asked, again.

She tilted her head back. “Fine.” Truth was she couldn’t really feel her arm, or the rest of her body for that matter, with him standing so close. Everything was sort of foggy, even her brain, although, thoughts of the kiss they’d shared when he’d examined her arm were quite vivid at the moment.

His gaze dropped to her lips and heated. Yeah, he remembered the kiss, too. She opened her mouth, managing to drag some air into her starved lungs, her mind suddenly screaming for her to step back to break the chemistry. But it was no use. Her body was not cooperating with her brain.

“Very… fine,” he said, voice so husky her good parts quivered.

But what was lethal was the delicious scruff covering his jaw, something she’d only seen a few times on him, always when he was off work for a day or so. And his eyes. Fathomless clear, blue pools, searching deep for her secrets, yet giving nothing away of himself. “Like that kiss we shared. We haven’t talked about it. Maybe we should.”

“The kiss was… fine,” she repeated and his eyes narrowed. Better than fine. Incredible times infinity divided by amazing with a cherry on top. He just stared at her. “Okay,” she admitted, sagging against the sink. “So we both know it was great. But I’m not looking for a…a…thing. Or for a guy like you.”

“Like me,” he said slowly, as if the words didn’t make sense.

She nodded, regaining a little bit of her thought process. “Look, Jace, we’ve been through this. You know I’m not going to be in Texas much longer, so while I’m here, it’s probably best if I stay away from fun.”

“So…no fun.”

“Yeah. It’s for the best.”

“Yeah.” He stepped closer, and since there was no place to go, she found herself sandwiched between the sink and his delectably hard body. He set his hands on her hips, where they squeezed before they slid up her sides, over her ribs, to her arms and her shoulders. By the time his touch trailed up her throat and cupped her face, her body was singing an ‘Ode To Jace’ tune.

She swallowed. “What are you doing?”

“Testing a theory.”

His husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew what he was doing. He was building the anticipation, heating her from the inside out. And it was working. Dammit. She didn’t want this attraction, and yet, her body strained a little closer to him.

“What theory?”

His gaze met hers and held. “That the chemistry we felt before wasn’t a fluke. Do you still think it doesn’t exist?” he asked softly.

“I…” She swallowed hard.

He quirked a brow. “Say it, Holly.”

“Fine. So, maybe we have a little chemistry,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t—”

He dipped down and nibbled her lower lip, then stroked and teased her with his tongue until a helpless murmur of arousal rumbled up her throat and she fisted his T-shirt.

His eyes were heavy-lidded when he pulled back. “Nothing little about that.”

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Get ready for the next Naked Cowboy!

The heat between them burns red hot…until danger turns it white.

Welcome back to Saddle Wells, that little Texas town that seems to be a hotbed of hot sex. Where else can you find so many Naked Cowboys and the women who love them. This time it’s a Dallas cop who is burned out on the job and hiding from a drug cartel leader and the weary vet from Afghanistan who takes her to bed and vows to protect her.

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Naked Cowboys, Book 6

Release date: May 7

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 Charity Vance dropped into the chair at her desk, leaned back and ran her hands through her short cap of dark curls. The day had been especially grueling. Testifying in court always made her edgy, but today was especially more so. The takedown of the drug dealer, the gunfight that had erupted that night and the constant tension in the courtroom had all combined to give her the mother of all headaches. Not that every trial didn’t have its own strain, but Paco Morales was truly a power-hungry psycho who didn’t take kindly to having that power disrupted. While she answered the questions from both the district attorney and the defense attorney, she’d called on every bit of self-discipline to be able to look directly at him.NakedFlame72lg

The threats shouted at her as she stepped down from the witness stand still echoed in her ears as she’d left the building and driven back to the police department offices. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t erase Paco Morales’s shouts from her brain.

“I’ll get you, bitch. Prison won’t stop me. My crew will find you wherever you go.”

She hadn’t felt the tension ease up until she’d reached the comfort of the bullpen at the Dallas Police Department. In ten years with the police department, she’d faced a lot of down and dirty, hostile criminals, but none had actually frightened her the way Morales did. Maybe part of it was just exhaustion with the job. The Morales task-force project had been long, intensive and draining. She felt as if every bit of energy had seeped from her body and left her limp and exhausted.

She needed to make some decisions about her future life before the events in this one killed her altogether.

“Still thinking about Morales?”

A gravelly voice interrupted her thoughts. Charity opened her eyes to see Milo Stanton, her lieutenant, standing beside her desk. Tall and heavy set, he looked like the former boxer she’d discovered he’d once been. His jacket was off as usual, his shirtsleeves rolled up and his tie askew. He looked the way he always did, as if he’d pulled an all-nighter and carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he also projected a stability that had kept her grounded since she’d joined his squad. The enormous, solid presence had settled her and given her comfort more than once.

Her gaze dropped to the large Starbucks coffee he had the fingers of one large hand wrapped around.

“Oh, bless you, bless you.” She took the cup, lifted the lid and inhaled. Her favorite. Mocha latte topped with whipped cream. She licked the frothy topping before taking a slow sip. “Heaven. Sheer heaven.”

“Better than the mud we serve here,” Stanton agreed. “I figured you’d need it by now. Helen called to tell me she was on her way back from her interview, so I asked her to stop and get it.”

“Blessings to her too.” Charity took another sip, the delicious mocha latte warming her system and easing her frayed nerves.

“Rumor has it the trial was a real pisser.” Stanton hiked a hip onto the corner of her desk. “I heard Paco was pretty vocal with his threats after your testimony.”

“You could definitely say that.” She shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t heard before though.”

“Listen to me.” Stanton locked his gaze with hers. “He’s no one to ignore. His crew is the most vicious of any drug gang in Dallas County, and they have strong ties to a cartel in Mexico.”

“I know, I know. That’s why the task force worked so hard to tie him up tight.”

“And you did good work on that task force too. I got great feedback on your efforts.”

Charity had been one of two detectives from the Dallas PD assigned to work with the Drug Enforcement Agency to take down the Morales crew and follow the links to Mexico.

“Thanks, LT. It was an excellent group to work with.”

“I thought about assigning some protection to you until the trial is over and Morales is out of the area. He’s got the word out on the street that you’re a top target.”

Charity glared at him. “No. And, no. I mean, no.”

“But—”

“I’m a police officer. You’re going to assign another officer to protect me? We have too many crimes that need solving.”

“And I don’t want your murder to be one of them.” Stanton studied her for a long moment. “There’s another option. You might consider taking some time off until that scum is safely locked away for good. Fully paid, of course. But I do believe you’d be better off out of town for a while.”

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Sneak Peek – Saddles and Soot by Cynthia D’Alba

D'Alba RT BooksigningMorning gang! Cynthia D’Alba here. I’m hard at work on SADDLES AND SOOT, my next novella. I thought you guys might like a little sneak peek of what I’m doing.

Remember…This is RAW and UNEDITED work you’re seeing!

The tall man who’d rudely shoved her out of the way stalked toward her with long strides and heavy footsteps.

“Lady,” he said, his face red with either heat exposure or anger. Georgie crossed her fingers for heat exposure. She was wrong. “Are you nuts or stupid? You don’t look crazy, so I’m going with stupid. There’s a fire ban right now. That means no fires. At all. For any reason.” He jerked the helmet off his head. Dark wavy hair fell over the forehead. “Well?” he demanded.

“Well, what?”

“Are you crazy or stupid?”

Georgie cocked her fists on her hips and widened her stance, hoping she looked intimidating. It worked sometimes with her patients. Not with this guy, however.

“I’m neither, thankyouverymuch. I just got into town. I didn’t know about the burn ban. Sorry. It wasn’t part of the orientation to my house.” She waved her hand toward the white clapperboard house, as if he wouldn’t know which house she was talking about. “Besides, no real harm done. I’m sure I could have put it out with a garden hose.”

The man was a good six inches taller than she and he took advantage of that stature to lean over her. “You know how a big fire gets started? With a small one. Yours would have spread fast if I hadn’t seen the smoke rising. And ignorance of the ban is no excuse. Any person with a modicum of intelligence would have noticed the parched grass and dying trees around them. Get some glasses, lady, if you can’t see that.”

Ire rumbled in her gut. Standing on her tiptoes, she poked her finger into his chest, which was akin to poking butcher block countertop in the kitchen. Dadgum near broke her finger. “I’m not stupid. And I’m not blind. And I’m sorry.” She dropped down off her toes. “Thank you for showing up. Am I going to get a fine?”

The corners of his mouth twitched as though he might smile, but the movement went no further. “That’ll be up to Sheriff Singer, but he’s a good guy. He might be easy on you if you explain.” His crystal-blue eyes squinted into a serious expression. “No matter where you live, always check with the fire department before you burn.”

She stepped back and saluted. “Yes, sir.”

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What Mama McFarlan Wants

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And she isn’t taking no for an answer. The McFarlan brothers have taken long enough to settle down and marry, so Mama McFarlan gives them an ultimatum. Get married or she’s selling the ranch! The Rafter M Ranch has been in the family for over 100 years. The men refuse to part with their heritage, but getting married? To who?

This is a three-book series within the UGLY STICK SALOON series and the first one comes out May 26th. It’s up for pre-order now!

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A cowboy takes a woman and her son under his wing…and teaches their hearts to fly

Angus McFarlan’s mother can’t be serious. Sell the ranch? Yet Mom has a point. Bringing the Rafter M out of bankruptcy has kept Angus and his brother too busy to date, let alone have children to inherit the legacy.

The last thing Angus wants is to get half-naked for the Ugly Stick Saloon’s Annual Cowboy Auction, but it’s a jump start into the dating scene. His buyer turns out to be a Dallas businesswoman, all legs and curves—a challenge to unwrap from that sexy, buttoned-down suit.

CEO Gwendolyn Graves has no time for a relationship. All she needs is a male role model for her young son, Dalton. She never thought her bachelor cowboy would impose conditions of his own. Like make her agree to spend time with him. Alone.

As Angus teaches Dalton what it means to be a man, he and Gwen discover a passion that ignites flames they thought they didn’t have time to fan. And soon find themselves learning how to open their hearts and be a family. Just when they start thinking longer term, Dalton’s father re-enters the picture—and trouble isn’t far behind.

Warning: Quiet, sexy cowboy and woman in a tight suit get all unwrapped and tangled in the sheets in Texas.

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Why Didn’t Jackson Walker Know He Had 3 Brothers? Randi Alexander’s Upcoming Release

I am so excited about this series, I have to show you our super-sexy, Scott Nova poster (which will be extra-large on a pillar at the Romantic Times Convention in Dallas next month) with our excellent covers, also starring Scott, and invite you to our page! The Sons of Dusty Walker Series is about four brothers who meet for the first time after their father dies.

Sable Hunter wrote Rogue’s story, Desiree Holt created Killian’s book, Jodi Redford brought Dylan to life, and I wrote the book of Jackson. I’ve had sneak peeks at the other author’s stories, and I know you’re going to love them!

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Here’s a peek at Jackson’s book:

Rori bit her tongue when Jackson jerked back as if she’d thrown a rotten tomato at his forehead. She hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but oh boy, was he a barrel full of sexiness. Those inky blue eyes surrounded by long, thick lashes. That mouth, full and curved in a teasing smile. A jaw that looked strong enough to withstand anything a rodeo horse could throw at him. She fisted her hands, wanting to run them through his shaggy, slightly curling hair.

She’d almost imagined he wanted to kiss her. Right here in Dusty’s office. Blinking, she backed up a few steps but bumped into the edge of the desk. “Sorry. I’m a little…” Rori glanced at the desktop. What was she? Incredibly turned on by a guy she’d met less than a minute ago? A shiver raced through her, tightening her nipples and sending a sweet ache to her belly.

“A little…?” He reached around her and pulled one of the guest chairs nearer. Leaning over her a bit too close.

He gave off the purely masculine scent of soap and outdoors and she held her breath, keeping her gaze fixed on the desk to fight back that naughty temptation. Rori had to remember the pitiful existence her cousin lived because of a rodeo junkie. She refused to end up the same way.

When Jackson finally moved away from her, she sank into the chair, glad her knees held out as long as they had, and watched him stroll around the desk and take a seat in Dusty’s chair. Dang, she had more than one reason to be uninterested in this man. Besides rodeo cowboys being poison, this one was her benefactor’s son, to whom she was indebted. So why did the idea of shoving all those files off the desk and spreading herself on the flat surface for his pleasure keep intruding on her thoughts?

“Ms. Hughes?” He leaned back in the chair, watching her with those too-seductive eyes. “What can I help you with?”

“It’s Rori. Please.” Her gaze darted around as she recalled the points she’d come here to make. “First…” She blurted the word too loudly, and his eyebrows rose. “First, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your father. He was a kind man, a good businessman, and everyone in town is feeling the loss.”

Jackson nodded once, his lips thinning.

Yep, she could imagine how he felt, learning he had three brothers he hadn’t known about. She’d be angry as a hornet, too. Maybe she could help him by showing him the good his father had done. “Second, I want to talk about Cyber Wise.”

Glancing at her T-shirt then at the powered-down computer on the desk—both of which bore her company’s logo—he nodded once. “I’m guessing you’re Cyber Wise?” Those beautiful eyes of his shifted to look at her.

“I am.” Rori scooted to the edge of her chair. “Two years ago, Dusty recruited me from the University of Kansas. I’d just completed my MSCoE and was…”

His gaze dropped when she’d thrown out her credentials. Was he uninterested? He wasn’t a college man, from the rumors floating around. Did she just lose him?

She waved one hand to dismiss what she’d just said and started over. “I finished my Master’s in computers, and he asked me to come to Red Creek and work for him.”

Jackson met her gaze. “But you’re not on the payroll.”

“We worked out a deal. I started my own business in town, but made D. Walker Mineral my number one priority.” Dusty’s business sense combined with her need to work on her own terms had clashed then melded into a win-win arrangement. “He leases the old five-and-dime building to me free of charge, for as long as I remain in town and stay available to his company.”

His jaw shifted and he narrowed his eyes. “You just told Abby you were in Kansas City for two weeks.”

Shit, he’d caught that? Rori took a deep breath. “I want to…someday…open another office in KC.” Hopefully with the help of Dusty’s company. “And getting my name associated with corporations in that area is imperative.” There. She didn’t exactly lie, but she didn’t confess everything either. Now, just how sharp was this rodeo cowboy?

His lips curved in a smirk. “So, after Dusty died, you figured you’d just go do whatever you wanted, and damn the contract?”

She clamped her jaw closed. The man did not play fair. “The job in KC was a last-minute thing. The company they’d hired to do their startup went belly-up, and they urgently needed help.”

Jackson just stared at her.

Loosening her facial muscles, she gave a sad smile. “Dusty was…gone already, the company shut down for the week after, and I was only a three-hour drive away from Red Creek if an emergency arose. One hour by Dusty’s private jet, if needed.” Shifting in her seat, she let go of the guilt she felt for missing the funeral and for semi-breaking her contract with the company.

The man in Dusty’s chair did not look impressed.

She needed to hit this cowboy with more facts.

“The contract specifies that I can take jobs outside the region. And I have, many times, with Dusty’s okay.” She gestured out the window. “I mean, you’ve seen Red Creek. How much computer work do you think this town needs?” Her voice rose as her panic grew. This man could terminate her contract and leave her without a storefront, and with a truckload of electronics to move. She should probably have been nicer to him from the start.

He watched her for long moments, then placed his hand flat on the desk and stood. “Let’s go see this building of yours.” A shaft of sunlight coming through the window highlighted his face.

She stared, unmoving. He was handsome, rugged, but those eyes were too compelling, too sharp.

“Rori?”

His hair fell in disarray, and in the sunlight, gleamed with a dozen shades of brown. “Huh?” He’d said something…

With a grin, he walked around the desk and opened the door. “Your building? The old five-and-dime? Let’s go take a look at it, then we’ll have breakfast at Cubby’s, and talk business.”

With her butt still stuck to the chair, she shifted her gaze, trying to figure out his plan of attack. “Sure.” She got to her feet and wandered past him and out the door. How had a quick confirmation of contract validity become a personal tour and breakfast? She glanced down at her old Get Cyber Wise T-shirt. And why hadn’t she worn something a little sexier?

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More Sizzling Shorts — Free through Kindle Unlimited!

Not all of these are cowboys—but (nearly) every hero is a Texan!
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Important Message from Parker

I’m putting my cowgirl boots off to the side for this post. I hope you’ll indulge me this one time. I had originally planned to talk about seeing The Longest Ride, but I have a bigger message to share. Scott Eastwood–fuck-hot as he is–will have to wait until next month. :)

Ladies … listen up.

Did you know every minute in the United States, a woman dies from heart disease, stroke or another form of cardiovascular disease (CVD)?

Every. Minute.

According to the CDC, heart disease is the leading cause of death for African American and caucasian women in the US. I could go on and on about statistics, but I won’t. What I will do is encourage all of you to be aware of the symptoms. Rosie O’Donnell has a great acronym to help women remember what to look out for. HEPPP. Hot. Exhausted. Pain. Pale. Puke. (Check out her story here). Know the symptoms. If you are experiencing them, don’t wait.

The American Heart Association offers great information. Click here for more info.

Cardiovascular disease runs in my family. More than that, I’ve felt the pain of losing a loved one to this dreaded and deadly disease. One of my dearest friends, Paul Waits, passed away on October 2, 2014, from a massive heart attack. He was 44 – only 5 months older than me (he passed the day before I turned 44).

Paul had no warning. No symptoms. One minute he was here, the next he was gone.

If cardiovascular disease runs in your family (and hell, even if it doesn’t), I urge you to see a doctor to check your cardiovascular health. I’ve done it. It doesn’t hurt. It’s cool to see your heart as it beats on an ultrasound screen. (I don’t know the technical term for this machine – the test is called an Echocardiogram). Have a carotid doppler. Also painless. Have whatever test your doctor/cardiologist recommends. And then you’ll know, hopefully BEFORE there’s an issue. Even if you are asymptomatic.

There is a reason they call it “the silent killer.”

In honor of Paul, and all the men and women who live with (or have died from) CVD, a portion of the proceeds from my new project–Hearts in Danger–will be donated to The American Heart Association.

AHASetHearts in Danger is romantic suspense boxed set includes 14 novels, by romance authors at the top of their game. Many of these novels are “first-in-series”, so if you’re looking for a new series to get hooked on, this is a great way to try it out!

I also want to mention several of the authors also write western-style romance – Paige Tyler, Cheyenne McCray, Elle James … and of course, me. Although my contribution to this set–my first novel, One Night Stand–is a romantic suspense story, it’s set in Texas, and the family does own a ranch. (They ride horses too!)

This limited time box set is only $0.99 (AWESOME value), but we will be rewarding those who purchase the set via PRE-ORDER and through the first week it’s live! Just fill out the form on our website to claim your freebies as our thanks for supporting the cause. http://www.heartsindanger.com/

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We are also giving away a beautiful heart necklace from Tiffany’s! (No purchase required to enter). Check out the website for contest details!

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RELEASE DATE: JUNE 2, 2015 – for only $0.99! Here’s what you’ll get:

Accidental SEAL by Sharon Hamilton: Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne goes looking for his missing SEAL Team 3 buddy Armando who has been kidnapped by a drug gang intent on buying specialized military equipment. Newbie Realtor Christy Nelson holds her first Open House but is given the wrong address, and finds a hot naked SEAL in the master bedroom. Their little misunderstanding leads to a hot affair until the gang uses Christy as bait to lure Kyle into a trap to ransom his honor.

Pick Your Poison by Roxanne St. Claire: Meet Benjamin Youngblood – he’s sexy, smart, spectacular and … about to lose his job for the best security firm in the world. He’s got one chance to prove himself and nothing will stop him. Not even a flower farmer. When Ben sets out to track and trap an assassin, he’s forced to trust a feisty farmer who could be as dangerous as her homegrown poison. Ben and Callie join forces to zero in on the killer, taking a few heated detours along the way. Can they stay alive long enough to save Ben’s job, stop an assassin, and find true love?

Protective Custody by Paige Tyler: Someone is stalking reporter Paisley McCoy, and police detective Gray Beckham is the only man who can protect her. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn’t date cops. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter. Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them, though. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Hot Pursuit by Lynn Raye Harris: When someone starts shooting at Evie Baker, there’s only one man dangerous enough to help her–the man who broke her heart ten years ago. Hostile Operations Team soldier Matt Girard uses all his considerable black ops skill to protect Evie from someone who thinks she possesses information that could bring down a crime syndicate. But working together shows Matt what he gave up–can he claim Evie for his own after what he did in the past?

SEAL’s Honor by Elle James: Two Navy SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot.

Against The Dark by Carolyn Crane: Angel is an ex-safecracker forced into one last heist. Cole is an undercover agent with big plans for his gorgeous thief—he’ll make her pose as his girlfriend to help with a dangerous mission.

Hidden Prey by Cheyenne McCray: Tori flees an abusive relationship and heads to her hometown in Arizona. When she arrives, she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnesses the execution of a Federal agent by the son of the head of the Jimenez Cartel. Special Agent Landon Walker rescues Tori and sets out to protect her, but soon protecting her isn’t enough. He’ll go to the ends of the earth for her—and never let her go.

Dangerous Curves by Nina Bruhns: A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

Deadly Pursuit by Misty Evans: One year ago, rookie FBI agent Celina Davenport pulled off the ultimate undercover operation…she seduced Emilio Londano – the dangerous leader of the San Diego Mafia – and destroyed his illegal empire. When Londano escapes a maximum security prison and begins picking off Celina’s friends and coworkers, everyone she knows becomes a target. Including DEA agent Cooper Harris, the man who once broke her heart and is now assigned to be her bodyguard. Cooper must risk his career – and his heart – to keep Celina alive. But will their past, with its forbidden passions and impulsive choices, put them directly in the killer’s crosshairs?

Protecting Caroline by Susan Stoker: Caroline helps foil a terrorist plot when she finds herself on a plane that’s hijacked (with the help of three members of a SEAL team), but after she gets home she finds herself still in the sights of the terrorists. She can only hope Wolf and his team will be able to save her in time.

One Night Stand by Parker Kincade: Amanda Martin decides to have a one-night stand. No relationship, no promises … just hot, indulgent sex. What she doesn’t anticipate is meeting a handsome-as-sin stranger who gives her pleasure unlike she’s ever known. A stranger with a deadly secret…

Brody by Mandy Harbin: Brody “Brutus” Jackson isn’t your average small-town mechanic. He’s a man with no memory of his past, and no hope for the future. Under FBI protection, Alexandria Collins and her son have been in hiding for ten years. When it’s time to move again, her piece of crap car breaks down and the man giving her a tow is the biggest, hottest guy she’s ever seen. She is determined to ignore the need her long-neglected body hungers for. After all, the last man she showed interest in put a gun to her head. Brody thinks the skittish Xan is sexy as hell, but it’s not her hot body that has him rocked to his core. He knows her from somewhere, and in his line of work, that’s a dangerous thing. Following orders have never been this hard, but when he finds out she’s his next assignment, he will protect her at all costs … even if what she needs protection from most is him.

Enemy Mine by Megan Mitcham: Born in the blood of Sierra Leone’s Civil War, enslaved, then sold to the US as an orphan, Base Branch operative Sloan Harris is emotionally dead and driven by vengeance. With no soul to give, her body becomes the bargaining chip to infiltrate a warlord’s inner circle. As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan’s body if it expedites his father’s demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. In the Devil’s den with Baine by her side, Sloan braves certain death and discovers a spirit for living.

Caught in the Crosshair by Barb Han: On a tropical island with a hurricane brewing and dangerous men closing in, private security firm owner Jaden Dean will need to work side-by-side with Lauren James to survive and find her brother. The cartel he’s associated with seems to be one step ahead and Jaden’s operatives are being killed one-by-one. He will have to use all his specialized training and risk everything, including his heart, to outwit the deadly group and keep Lauren safe. Their magnetic attraction isn’t helping matters…because even a slight distraction might just get them both killed.

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This set will only be on sale until the end of June, so you’ll have to act fast. And remember, it’s for an excellent cause. We would be grateful for shares and likes!

I’ll be back next month – toting sexy cowboys…

~Parker

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WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Sable is carrying on and giving you a sexy excerpt

The other day while I was driving around looking at wild flowers, Mojo jumped up suddenly and I, out of nowhere, said – POP! Goes the Weasel! Those words just emerged from the dim recesses of my childhood and I got the déjà vu moment of remembering when I would sit on the floor with the toy in my hand, turning the crank while that little ditty sang and then the clown bursting out of the box. So, I started singing it again, but this time the words hit me – – what did they mean? You judge.

All around the cobblers bench, The Monkey chased the Weasel, The Monkey stopped to pull up his sock – POP! Goes the Weasel! Okay, what happened? Let’s get a visual here. Two little animals chasing one another around a bench, one stoops over and POP! I have to tell you my dirty side came out to play here. I kept visualizing a BDSM spanking scene or even something a bit more risqué… Anyway, I did wonder at the choice for that little number to be a children’s song.

How many of you grew up singing nursery rhymes? I did. I knew them all. I memorized them. I repeated them. I sang them. And I didn’t know what the heck they meant – do you?

For example, my mother always sang this to me – Rock a bye baby, in the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. She would sing this to me and rock me, patting me, comforting me and my eyes would get heavy and I would slip off to dream land. Not too many years ago, I was singing this as I rocked a friend’s baby and I finally noticed what I was saying – words of great comfort – LISTEN!

…When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall – AND DOWN WILL COME BABY – CRADLE AND ALL!! The song is about a baby falling out of an effing tree! How did I miss this? Who sings to a baby about him hurtling to the ground from ten or fifteen feet in the air, bouncing on the dirt…STRANGE!

And so I began researching why anyone would write a song with such hurtful language and disguise it as a children’s song. And here’s what I found. Many think the song was written to satirize the Native American habit of hanging their babies in trees and the hope that they would fall and some even surmised it was the author’s way of expounding on the rise and fall of the House of Stuart in merry old England – over my head for sure. But what it wasn’t talking about, for sure, was a mother rocking her baby to sleep.

There were others – let me enlighten you.

RING AROUND THE ROSIES, A POCKET FULL OF POSES, A TISSUE, A TISSUE, WE ALL FALL DOWN and in some versions the word ASHES, ASHES are inserted instead of A TISSUE. Harmless, right? In my childish mind when I would sing this, my little head was full of flowers. I never questioned what I was saying. Imagine my surprise when I learned that this was a ditty composed about the BLACK PLAGUE. The ring was the skin blemish people got when the fever came, the pocket full of posies was the herbs people carried in hopes it would protect them from the disease, the tissue was for the sneezes and falling down was DYING! Ashes of course was burning the bodies. And children sang this? CRAZY!

Another for your entertainment – LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN – MY FAIR LADY. There were other verses about what building materials to use, etc. We used to hold hands, form an arch and then capture one of the kids in our arms. Harmless, right? Imagine my shock and horror to find out that the song was written to protest the internment of children in ancient structures, whose sacrifice was supposed to ensure that the structure would be sound and safe. That’s a horror story! And yet I found that it was indeed practiced, in England and other parts of the world, children would be bricked up alive and allowed to starve to death or suffocate so the structure would be safe and not fall. They were to be spiritual watchmen. Barbaric! Insane! And worse, little children on the playground sing and play, never knowing what they’re saying.

Another. JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL TO FETCH A PAIL OF WATER, JACK FELL DOWN AND BROKE HIS CROWN AND JILL CAME TUMBLING AFTER. Now, on the surface its disturbing enough, two kids go up a hill and fall, hurting themselves. But many think it was a political statement about King Louis and Marie Antoinette literally losing their heads during the French Revolution.

The more I read, the more I learned was that people had something to say and they weren’t allowed to say it, so they veiled it in some innocuous children’s rhyme to keep from getting in trouble.

I do that, to a certain extent. All of you who have read my books know things about me that I would never say out loud in a regular setting. You know all of my sexual fantasies – every one of them. Where did you think those sex scenes came from? You also know how I feel about judgmental people and religious hypocrisy. You also know my stance on immigration and how I feel about the injustice that Native Americans have faced. In other words, we write what’s inside. In our modern day in time we have to be concerned with political correctness and open microphone disasters, but we don’t have to be concerned about imprisonment or being beheaded.

Not yet, anyway. Let’s keep it that way. FREEDOM OF SPEECH! Ha! Oh well, I’ll get down off my soapbox now.

I’ve always had the tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and I started early. My mother wanted me to be such a priss. She would dress me in frilly skirts and socks with flowers on them and I would end up rolling in the dirt with the dog. She would take me to church and hope I’d be good, but I wasn’t. I was smart, too smart. I could memorize things – everything from poetry to the books of the Bible. But she would want to show me off, instead of saying my ABC’s, I would repeat an ugly poem my favorite uncle taught me about an old cow who ate too much corn and sh…well, you get the picture.

Once she arranged for me to sing a special in church – my first of many, but I was supposed to sing Jesus Loves Me but I broke out with Tiny Bubbles instead. In a Southern Baptist church this didn’t go over to well – Tiny Bubbles In the Wine, Make Me Happy, Make Me Feel Fine.

I also had a friend who taught me poems – – When I was a wee wee tot, my mother used to put me on a wee wee pot and I had to wee wee whether I wanted to wee wee or not. AND this one. I wish I was a tumble bug and in some nasty place, I’d eat my little belly full and rub some on my face OR THIS EVER POPULAR ONE – – Beans, Beans, the wonderful fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot, the more you toot, the better you feel – so let’s eat beans for every meal!

Is it any wonder I became a writer? I’m a ham! An attention hog! And I love to shock you and make you laugh and entertain you – – now, how about a sex scene to round out the post? Ha! Can you tell I’ve been writing non-stop and I’ve lost my mind?

A sex scene from ROGUE one of THE SONS OF DUSTY WALKER

“It’s amazing.” She looked out the window. “The tops of the clouds look like cotton candy.”

“You’ve flown before.” He knew she had taken a jet back and forth to Texas several times.

“Yea, but I was always squished in between two people or on the aisle seat. This is entirely different.” She sounded almost giddy as she stared out into the wild blue yonder.

“Okay, if that’s how you want to spend your time.” Rogue sighed. “Oh, well.”

Almost immediately, Kit swiveled in her seat, her long hair swinging over her shoulder. “What else did you have in mind?”

He gave her a seductive grin. “I told the attendant we didn’t want to be disturbed. And there’s a couch behind us that looks really comfortable.” The dreamy sensual look that came over Kit’s face stroked his ego almost as well as her delicate hands had stroked his cock the last time they were together.

Unbuckling her safety belt, she rose to her feet and started undressing. “Doing it on an airplane is definitely on my list.”

Rogue rose and began taking off his belt, then unbuttoning his shirt. He was mesmerized by the sight of Kit disrobing. She had lost most of her shyness with him, but it still turned him inside out when she would glance back over her shoulder and look at him through those long lashes, her pink tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “What else is on your list?”

Kit slipped out of her skirt and pulled her blouse over her head, leaving her in nothing but panties and a bra – a new purchase especially designed to drive one Rogue Walker around the bend. “All kinds of places and positions.”

Rogue’s eyes practically bugged at the sight of the tiny cream colored scraps of lace lovingly cupping her ass and tits. “Damn, baby.” Coming up behind her he gently pulled on a lock of her hair, winding it around his finger. He found he loved touching her, needing the connection. “You’ll have to let me read it.”

Kit couldn’t help but laugh. “When I was writing it down, I made myself think of a child making a Christmas wish-list.” Slipping off her heels, she faced him and once more she was almost knocked off balance by how incredibly sexy this man was.

“Rest easy, in my book you get extra points for being on the naughty list.”

For a big man, he was graceful. Kit stared while he tugged off his jeans. “You know, if we had music, you could dance. Magic Mike has nothing on you.” To her surprise, he spun around and finished with a hip thrust that made her clit throb. “Be still my heart.” She teased him by placing her hand on her chest, then opening her front-clasp bra. There was no doubt about it, she loved to be with him. Kit couldn’t imagine him not being a part of her life. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that she was going to be get hurt, there wasn’t really any way around it. Was it worth it?

Hell, yeah.

“You do know how to fire me up,” he growled as he took her arm, tugged her close and melded his lips to hers.

The man kissed like a dream. Kit gave herself over to him, not wanting to think. She only wanted to feel. Rogue slid his hands down her arms and clasped her wrists. He was taking charge. Elation sparked in her veins causing her blood to flow hot. Since she couldn’t move her hands, she rubbed her tits back and forth across his chest, the nipples catching in the manly curls.

“God, what you do to me,” he murmured, picking her up and lying her back on the couch. Before she could bat an eye, he ran a hungry hand up her leg and parted her thighs.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence and her breath hitched, but it wasn’t because of the dip and sway of the jet riding the air currents. That’s not what excited her. It was the man kneeling at her feet. With a hot hooded gaze, he bent his head to her pussy, licking and nibbling, flattening his tongue and passing it across the hard nub of her clit.

Slapping the leather of the couch, she moaned at the instantaneous bolt of pleasure. “Rogue, please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but it certainly wasn’t for him to stop.

Rogue didn’t stop. Using his hands, he opened her wider and feasted on her like she was a banquet to a starving man. Kit whimpered loudly. There was nothing delicate about the way he ate at her. He did it with relish. No hesitation, no half-hearted effort. He knew exactly what he was doing and precisely how to please her.

She rose up, needing to see, needing the connection. Placing a hand on his head, massaging the scalp, she wordlessly let him know what this meant to her. At her touch, he looked up – never stopping, just holding her gaze. Shivers of excitement encompassed her. He was almost more than she could handle.

“Do what you did yesterday. Play with your tits for me.” Rogue whispered as he planted a kiss above her mound.

Last time it had been dark, she hadn’t been sure he was watching or could see that well. Now, he was here – right here. She blushed. Her breasts were so sensitive and when she masturbated, they were where she began and where she ended. Trembling, she did as he asked. With lazy circular motions, she circled her breasts – rubbing, caressing. Then, she cupped them, kneading and shaping, molding them between her fingers. He watched, his tongue busy on her clit.

“More,” he demanded. “Touch your nipples.”

His voice was like an aphrodisiac. As if hypnotized, she took her nipples between her fingers and began to rub – tweaking them, pulling them, squeezing, milking. The more she stimulated her nipples, the harder her clit began to throb.

Rogue was enthralled. The sight of her pleasuring her own tits made him crazy. He latched back on to the little bundle of nerves and sucked hard.

Kit squirmed, she couldn’t be still. What he was doing to her was too much. The more she petted and played with her nipples, the more voraciously he sucked. “Rogue,” she whispered his name. She was on fire. She needed…him. “Rogue, please!”

“Don’t stop, I’m not through,” he instructed, his voice hoarse. “Pull those sweet nipples, beg me to suck them.”

Beg? Her whole body was begging. She was heated, blushing. Her breasts were aching and her pussy was creamy wet. Kit tried to tell him, she wanted to tell him. “God, Rogue, I need you,” she sobbed. As if she were caught up in an out of body experience, Kit seemed to rise above herself. All she could do was compare this wanton sexual creature to the one who had stood cringing as Rogue had judged her unworthy. How could she reconcile the two?

Rogue moved closer, his mouth closing tightly over her clit, his hands pushing hers out of the way. He gripped her nipples between his own fingers – tweaking, twisting, pulling, milking – while at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. So hard that she dissolved, she melted, pleasure flooded her loins. A need that had wound into a tight erotic knot suddenly unfurled and she splintered apart into the oblivion of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Before she could even think of coming down from the peak, Rogue stood, fisted his own cock and grasped her hips, thrusting home. Kit was lost in a haze of ecstasy. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Rogue!”

This woman would be the death of him. Rogue understood this. Never had he been so desperate to mate, so desperate to merge. He bellowed her name, “Kit, baby,” even as he pumped inside of her, fucking her so hard that the couch was almost torn from the bolts holding it to the floor of the plane.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Never,” he hissed, pulling out and flipping her onto her belly, wrapping an arm around her body. Seeming to know what he wanted, she held herself up on hands and knees as he gave her support. With a possessive snarl, he pounded back inside of her, splitting her open like a ripe peach, thrusting deep.

Kit melted, she tilted her ass up and laid her head down on her forearms. “Fuck me, Rogue. Fuck me hard!”

Rogue covered her, molding himself to her body, one hand reaching up to palm her breasts. His touch spiked her need once more. She was at his mercy, an instrument for his playing. Looking back over her shoulder, she sought his eyes, needing to know what he was thinking.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered as he ground into her pussy, undulating his hips in luscious figure eights. “You’re addictive. I want to fuck you all the time. I can’t get you out of my head. Being inside of you is all I can think of.”

Kit didn’t know if it was the relentless pounding of her pussy, the filling, the stretching, the possessing. Or if it was his words, the idea that she held Rogue Walker in the palm of her hand that made her explode. She shook and trembled. Rogue wrapped her in his arms and kept her safe, even as he ravished her body. Kit didn’t know where she ended and he began. She didn’t want to know – she didn’t want this to end. Clawing the couch, she pushed back against him – over and over – impaling herself on his cock, opening herself wider for him to plunge in and fill her to the brim.

Rogue was blind with pleasure. His cock sank into her again and again, deep into her lush hot pussy. As his whole body shook with pure unadulterated bliss, he felt Kit begin to quake. Beneath him, she was convulsing in a climax so hard he was afraid she’d shatter into a million pieces. And he followed her, right over the edge.

Long moments passed as he held her, kissing her smooth, silky back. “So good, you’re so good, so beautiful.” As he praised her, held her, letting her calm down and her breathing ease, Rogue realized they hadn’t needed a plane to fly.

Here’s the cover and the poster – watch for our releases in May, 2015.

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Guest Blogger Vanessa Vale Shares Her First Sighting of “The Cowboy”

Have you ever come across a man that froze you in your tracks? Stalled your brain, made your heart skip a beat, your mouth go dry, other places get…wet? I’m not talking about in the movies or a photo. Those hot posts on Facebook. A real live, breathing, pheromone oozing man. I remember the time when I saw…The Cowboy.

I was living in Montana at the time and the cowboys there are…wow. These are real cowboys, with ranches the size of Delaware. Cows. Horses. Combines. They aren’t the pretend city slickers, but the real deal. I was at the gas station getting gas and a dually pulls up. (It’s a pick-up truck with two wheels in the back on each side to be able to tow heavy loads.) Out climbs…Him. He was over six feet tall, a cowboy hat, thick dark hair, a handlebar mustache. Yes! It was unbelievably hot! A thick canvas jacket (it was winter), Wranglers and work boots. Serious well worn leather boots. He wasn’t skinny or scrawny, but all muscle. He was like a man right out of my every cowboy fantasy.

Thank goodness for auto shut-off at the pump! I stared, ogled, transfixed on him. My heart rate went into stroke point and I was no longer cold. Unfortunately, he never looked my way, but I watched him until he filled up and drove away.

Yes, that’s all it was, a passing with the hottest cowboy…ever…at the gas station. But, he fuels my every cowboy fantasy and my every book. I write historical western erotic, specializing in the men of Montana. My latest book is The Lawman, and you’ll see glimpses of The Man At The Gas Pump in Ryder Graves and every other one man in my stories. Dominant. Possessive. Protective. Panty Melting.

Oh yeah.

VanessaVale

Blurb for The Lawman:

Ellen Oldsmere, believing she’d killed an overly amorous suitor, agreed to become a mail order bride for a complete stranger in the Montana Territory in order to flee Minneapolis and avoid prosecution. When she arrives in August Point, her husband is all that she’d imagined, and then some. He’s handsome, virile and sexually skilled. But there’s a problem for this new bride; her new husband is also the town sheriff. How can she be married to a man who would surely arrest her if he found out her secret?

As the most eligible bachelor in town, Ryder Graves is determined to not fall prey small town mothers eager to match him with their marriage- hungry daughters. He wants more than what is available in August Point. His needs demand a wife meeting certain criteria women in town do not possess, so he seeks the help of an expert–a madame with a skill for matchmaking. When Eleanor arrives from Minnesota, she meets all of his expectations. She’s also headstrong and defiant, requiring a stern spanking or two to teach her that – as the lawman of August Point – it is his job to keep her safe. It comes down to a matter of right from wrong. But his wife is not all she seems. Will he still want her when he learns the truth, or will his passion for the law make her face the consequences of her actions?

Excerpt for The Lawman: (Copyright 2015, Vanessa Vale & Blushing Books)

We were alone at the edge of town, the rustle of the wind over the tall prairie grass the only sound. Eleanor squinted slightly against the sun, her brow crinkling. I lifted my hand and placed my finger over the spot, her skin soft and warm. She was so small, delicate. Breakable even. “You look…worried.”

Surprisingly, my protectiveness had asserted itself and I wanted to ensure that she was not only well, but happy. Safe.

She leaned back out of reach of my touch only slightly, shook her head. “Oh, um…no.” Breaking eye contact, she looked straight at my chest. “I’m nervous.”

“I admit, I am as well.” I smiled down at the top of her head, all riotous curls and color, although she could see my amusement most likely solely in her periphery. “It’s not every day you meet your bride and discover how lovely she is.” The words were true, and meant to coax and soften her. I didn’t need her on edge or afraid. With what I had planned for her, especially now that I’d seen her and anticipated what kind of fire was deep within, I needed her receptive. Open.

Her head came up.

“You blush so prettily.”

“You have me…at a…um…disadvantage.”

I arched a brow. “How so?”

She glanced from side to side, taking in her surroundings before looking at me. “You’re from here, know people, have friends. This is all new to me. You’re new to me.”

I picked up her small bag from the ground, never breaking her gaze. “Then I should remedy that. I’d like to take you home, if that’s acceptable. What I have in mind will have us getting to know each other very well.”

When she blushed even more, I knew she didn’t miss my meaning. Some women would have run away screaming from such bold words, but Eleanor didn’t.

Instead of bursting into tears or being missish, she nodded, a red curl slipping down over her cheek. I was wholly surprised, yet immensely pleased. With my free hand, I tucked it back behind her ear, stroking her soft skin as I paused a moment, ensuring that I had myself in check. I had to stay in control and not let my cock take over. I couldn’t toss her over my shoulder in my haste and carry her back to the house and fuck her. Just toss-the-skirts-up fucking. That would be for another day. For now, she needed slow seduction and gentleness required for a virgin. Eleanor needed that and I needed to give it to her. As her husband–husband!–it was my right, my privilege to make her mine in the basest of ways.

I moved my hand to her elbow, leading her into town at a modest pace. August Point was small, only a few hundred residents, although large enough for the need for a sheriff and a jail. My house was conveniently close to the jail, which made my life easy and simple. I could return to work the family ranch south of town when my role as lawman was complete, whenever I chose that day to be, but I felt settled in the role, content to let my brothers handle the operation.

We made it to the house in only a few short minutes and I enjoyed the feel of her beside me and the ability to glance down at her full breasts every step of the way. My thoughts consisted solely of the color of her nipples. Would they be fair like the rest of her, a sharp contrast to her striking hair? I guessed peaches and cream and imagined them to taste just as sweet.

Once she was within the private confines of our home, I’d find out. And she’d find out all about me and what I wanted from her. I wouldn’t just take her, I’d possess her.

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$.99 Cowboy Candy Sale

Cowboy Candy Sale

That’s right, it’s happening now!

What’s better than an unshaven jaw, dusty boots and worn Wranglers? A sale! 8 authors, 8 western romances—99c each! Apr 12-18

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Ahem* And my contribution to that sale is Wolf’s Tender, a McCallister Bounty Hunter erotic western romance.

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Synopsis:

When one straight-laced spinster tenders her body to one cynical sometimes savage, the unexpected bounty is love.

Miss Naomi Parker, deportment instructor at the Sparrow Creek Young Ladies Academy, can’t forgive herself for hiding during an outlaw attack. When the local sheriff refuses to pursue the gang of renegades who kidnapped her students, she decides to rescue the girls herself. But, she needs the help of the best tracker in the territory–half-Kiowa bounty hunter, Charlie Wolf McCallister.

Before he goes out on another bounty hunt, Charlie wants a long soak in a hot bath, a bottle of whiskey, and the pleasure of a woman’s company. He has two out of three when a school marm with cornflower-blue eyes invades his privacy.

After Charlie makes it clear he only works for pay, Miss Parker offers him one night of sexual favors in exchange for his tracking services. Though he knows bedding a white woman will cause all kinds of trouble, he operates on the philosophy that a bird in hand is better than no bird at all.

After they’ve sealed their bargain, Charlie tries to leave Naomi safely behind. But the opinionated teacher insists on accompanying him. She’s impatient with his decisions, questions his authority, and generally ignores his warnings. But each time they make love, Naomi captures another piece of Charlie Wolf’s heart.

An Excerpt:

“There’s a catch basin of water down below. Bathe.” He handed her linen and a bar of soap.
 Grateful for the chance to soak, she left comment about his dictatorial behavior for another time and hurried to the water.
“Watch out for snakes,” he advised.
Naomi didn’t like snakes or other slithering critters but she did like being clean, so she watched her step, shed Charlie’s clothes and plunged in the water, wallowing like a kid in the semi-warm pool. Her hair hung in rough strands that would become snarled balls when dry. She worked ineffectually at one tangle until she felt his gaze on her.
“I wish my hair was straight like yours,” she muttered.
He held out his hand, indicating it was time for her to quit the water.
“Just gawk at something else besides me,” she told him, exasperated at his boldness when he didn’t look away. She covered her breasts with one arm, her triangle of lower curls with the other and grimaced at him as she emerged.
He snorted at her attempt at modesty and wrapped the blanket around her, rubbing the drying cloth across her hair. Then he handed her a tin.
“Work that into the snarls, then rinse it out of your hair.”
“What’s in it?” she asked suspiciously, sniffing the mixture. It smelled like him, or at least the spicy wood scent she associated with him.
“Bear grease.” He grunted impatiently. “Now rub it on your hair.”
It was odd how right away her hair felt different. It hung in soft wet strands that felt like silk when she rinsed his concoction from her head.
“It feels like when I was a child and rinsed my hair in rain water.” She let her hands play down the silken length and looked at him doubtfully. “Bear grease?”
“No. My mother makes it for me to use on my hair,” he growled.
She’d noticed how shiny his hair was. “It’s indecent for a man to have hair that hangs down his back and is prettier than a woman’s.” The tart words escaped her before she could stop them. Then she fastened on the important part of his sentence, excusing her own rude comment.
“You have a mother?” She was surprised. He didn’t look like a man with a mother, let alone one who made him beauty products for his hair.
“Did you think I was born in a cave with wolves?” He capped the tin and stuck it in his pocket.
“Does your mother live with the Kiowa tribe?” she asked politely, ignoring his sarcasm because frankly, she could picture him in a cave with wolves.
“My mother is Rachel McCallister of the MC3 Ranch. She’s a white woman, like you.”   
While she digested that information, he did one of his silent maneuvers, moving much closer, leaving Naomi very conscious of his nearness.
  
“Sun ointment–should make your face quit burning.” She could feel the heat from his body as he rubbed a different salve on her cheeks.
His nearness and gentle application of the medicine flustered her. No one had taken care of her since her sister had left. Naomi had grown up taking care of others. Now this man leaned over her and squinted as he dabbed another kind of cream on her cheeks.
“It does soothe the burn.” She couldn’t resist touching his hand as he carefully applied the balm to her burned cheeks. “Why are you being nice to me?”
She suspected that Charlie Wolf never made a move that didn’t benefit him, but at this moment she didn’t care. It was wonderful that he was showing her kindness during the day.
“Your skin’s too chapped. I want it soft under my lips when I taste you,” he drawled.
“It’s daylight. We need to travel now that I’ve rested.” Naomi blinked at him, confused.
“We’re hidden here and it’s a good place to hole up until dusk. My horse will let me know if anyone or anything gets close.”
“It was dark last night. How did you find me?” Naomi asked.
“Old Mossy took a fancy to the buckskin mare you pilfered.” Charlie’s eyes crinkled at the corners just the slightest when he answered. “She’s in heat. He followed her scent.” The almost smile changed to a frown and he asked, “Where the hell did you think you were going?”
“The buckskin mare belonged to one of the criminals you captured and I felt certain she was returning to familiar horses,” Naomi answered smugly.
“And even if that blockheaded idea was sound, you thought you’d just ride into an outlaw camp and do what?”
Naomi blushed and squirmed under his gaze. Her plan had been more an impulse.
“Woman, you have no sense.” He shook his head. Shrugging, he leaned close to her, his nostrils flaring as if testing the air.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
“Fixin’ your scent in my mind for if I have to go chasing after you again,” Charlie growled.
His words brought a flush of arousal flooding her body. She could smell him too and she liked his spicy male scent. She was reminded that only a blanket separated her nakedness from Charlie and her skin pebbled with awareness as her womb clenched. Thankfully he didn’t notice her unseemly response and continued explaining his plan.
“The stars’ll be out tonight and it’ll be clear enough to see.” He turned her toward the camp and her bed under the tree.  “Meanwhile, you can tender the next installment of your payment to me.”
“What?” Her voice sharpened, her disappointment a twist of pain. He didn’t need to remind her that she’d traded him liberties for his care. The hair and face creams seemed less special and her momentary pleasure at being tended disappeared.
“How many such installments will it take to close this account?” she snapped.
“Depends on the amount of danger I incur in the course of the rescue,” he murmured, leaning over her to claim her lips. And then his shoulders blotted out the sun and he laid her to the ground, coming down on top of her.
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