New devils for a new millennium by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here again! I’ve returned to a series that I loved writing – The Devils on Horseback. It’s been a few years since the original 5 were published with Nate, Jake, Zeke, Lee and Gideon. When I thought about these books, I remembered how emotional it was to write them, and how much I grew as a writer when I did.

I’m rebooting my beloved devils in two ways. The first is with a second generation historical series called Devils on Horseback: Generations (more on that next month). The second is with a new contemporary (yes you read that right) series called Devils on Horseback: Millennium.


The DOHM is a series of novellas and you’re in luck, the first one is now available as a single title! HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL is the story of Dax Blackwood, descent of the devils, and Sophie Evans, his childhood sweetheart who returns to their hometown.

I truly enjoyed creating a new world for today’s devils. The cousins will have their own stories and a chance to love. Dax is a firefighter and ranch owner and Sophie is an insurance investigator looking into the fire that destroyed the restaurant in Tanger. Oh how the sparks fly for these two. Prepare to get scorched! ;)

If you picked up 12-Alarm Cowboys, you’ve already got a copy of HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL. If you haven’t, then you’re in luck, because you can pick up a copy today – happy release day to me! :)

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Victoria Vane Scavenger Hunt GC giveaway


Hi Everyone!

I recently returned from the fabulous IND’Scribe conference in Palm Springs and have been playing catch up ever since! I apologize that I didn’t really have a post prepared to share with you all today as I am under some truly crazy deadlines. For those of you who don’t know me well, I write both hot contemporary western and hot historical romances. I just finished my 20th book since 2011 and have EIGHT new releases coming over the next six months! (four are contemporary and four are hot historicals).

Because I’d really like you to get to know me better, I’ve decided to post a 10 question Victoria Vane “Scavenger Hunt” for a chance to win a $20.00 Amazon gift card!

Please take a moment to subscribe to my new release email list while you are there!

Happy hunting!




Each player must answer the ten questions below using the OFFICIAL ANSWER FORM   (click hyperlink). Hints have been provided for all questions. ***DO NOT POST ANSWERS IN COMMENTS Answers posted in comments will be deleted.***


1) How many books are in the Hot Cowboy Nights series and what are the titles? HINT:

2) Which of Victoria’s Books has been nominated for the 2014 Red Carpet Awards? HINT:

3) In ROUGH RIDER, what does Janice do for a living?  HINT:

4) In SLOW HAND, What is Nikki’s greatest fear?    Hint:

5) How many books has Victoria written? HINT:

6) Which of Victoria’s series was named one of Library Journal’s Best E-book romances of 2012? HINT:

 7) Which of Victoria’s books won a RONE Award in 2014? HINT:

8) Which book is a #1 Bestselling romance? HINT:

9) Which book was nominated as LASR’S Best Romance of 2013? HINT:

 10) What’s the name of Victoria’s horse? HINT:


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Mavericks of Meeteetse Series by Renee Vincent

Hello everyone! A couple weeks ago I was asked to join Wild and Wicked Cowboys, and as you can imagine, I was sincerely honored to even be considered. There are so many talented authors here on this blog and I’m so grateful to be in their company. I’ll be blogging on the 2nd of every month, so I hope you’ll join me in celebrating our love for the cowboy, the west, and the wild and wicked things those Alpha heroes in hats and boots do to us.

To begin, I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. Yes, that’s me and my horse Lucky, and I pleasure ride every chance I get. I live in Kentucky on a 100 acre farm and I have two beautiful daughters. I’m a bestselling author who also pens humorous, sweet contemporary romance (with a smidgen of spunk) under the name GRACIE LEE ROSE. I’m normally known for my bestselling Viking romances, but I’ve recently saddled up the cowboys of the world. 

Now that that’s over, I hope you don’t mind if I announce my exciting news. I’m sorry if you’ve heard this already (and I wouldn’t doubt it if you have, considering my Facebook page has been blowing up with comments for the past week) but given this is my first time, I just can’t help but share.

My very first cowboy romance, Longing For Langston, hit the USA TODAY bestseller list at #138 while in the LOVE EVER AFTER boxed set! It’s the prequel novella to my Mavericks of Meeteetse Series and although it’s not necessary to read the books in order, it’s certainly a hot little romance that I think you’ll enjoy! It introduces some of the characters in the series, it familiarizes you to the McKinley ranch (the setting for all four books) and it sets you up for what’s to come.

I especially love Longing For Langston because it’s all about a bad boy. Couple that with wild horse breaking, and hot steamy truck sex, and I’m gone! I’m sharing its blurb in case you’d like to get to know my Alpha cowboy, Brody Galven, along with the ten other brand new book boyfriends in the boxed set, all by NY Times and USA Today bestselling authors.

Love Ever After: Eleven All-New Romances!

Longing For Langston

Mavericks of Meeteetse Prequel (Brody & Liv)

Tired of living in his brother’s shadow, Brody Galven wants the folks of Meeteetse to realize he’s no longer a bad boy screwup. He also wants his childhood best friend, Olivia Langston. While staying out of trouble proves impossible, admitting he loves her is out of the question…even when she’s about to walk out of his life forever. Read an excerpt…

Still have a hankerin’ for more cowboys? Not afraid of a little dust and dirt, are you? Then take a trip out West and meet Brody, Jonas, Cole, and Sawyer—the four sexy, rugged cowboys who rope and run the McKinley ranch, as well as the women who try to tame them in the small town of Meeteetse, Wyoming.

Pre-order book 1 in the series, MADE FOR McKINLEY, and have it delivered straight to your door (or your favorite ereader) on November 17, 2015!

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Mavericks of Meeteetse, Book 1 (Jonas & Ava)

Former trick rider Ava Wallace works the five-thousand-acre McKinley ranch and loves the man who owns it. Only trouble is, they’ve been living together for over seven years, and she can’t help but think things have changed between them. Her rough-and-tough cowboy used to be relentless with his affection, unable to keep his hands off her. Now, he barely has the time.
Cowboy cattle rancher Jonas McKinley can’t seem to catch a break. Between his hardworking live-in girlfriend feeling like they don’t connect and the nuisance grizzly that keeps tormenting his livestock, he must overcome the troublesome challenges that threaten his lucrative family farm before he loses what he’s worked so hard to keep. Faced with a difficult choice, Jonas has to decide what matters most: Ava or his ranch.

Available now for pre-order at:

Other books in the series:
LONGING FOR LANGSTON: Prequel Novella (Brody & Liv)
MADE FOR McKINLEY: Book 1 (Jonas & Ava)
FALLING FOR FORESTER: Book 2 (Cole & Crys)
WILD FOR WALLACE; Book 3 (Sawyer & Charlotte)

*All the books in this series can be read as stand alones* Click HERE to read more about the Mavericks of Meeteetse Series.
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FREE EBOOK! Rhonda Lee Carver

I have four books releasing this year. Overwhelming doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling, but who doesn’t like a challenge? I’m finishing up a novella for a boxed set with a great group of western/cowboy authors. My contribution is, A New Year’s Cowboy. Here is a sneak peek…


Storm Rich finds himself in a snowstorm on a back road in Tennessee. Just when he thinks things can’t get any worse, a dog runs out in front of him and he wrecks into a ditch. Stuck in the small town, far from home, on Christmas Day,  with no working phones and no passable roads, he finds refuge with an interesting, but reserved, woman. Charlie Lindon doesn’t have time to entertain a country music star who flashes his smile every time he turns around. That might work on his fans, but she’s immune. Storm opens up and shows her a different side–a sweeter, kinder side–and she realizes he’s more than a charming cowboy with a great singing voice. Storm can see the pain lingering in Charlie’s eyes. He tugs at the strings of her secrets and everything begins to unravel. He puts his life on hold, wanting to be the man she kisses at midnight on New Year’s Eve. However, he must make a choice first. The life he’s always known, or a new one that will change everything.

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Watch for pre-order soon!

I’m also working on Book 2, Cowboys of Nirvana. And to celebrate the ground-breaking event, Cowboy Paradise (Book 1) is FREE, ONE DAY ONLY (October 1st)!!! Grab your copy now! And tell your friends!

Cowboy Paradise



Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn’t as bleak as she thought.

Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can’t brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk.

Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle.
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt.

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Once with a Cowboy with Selena Illyria

*Leah waves to everyone*  I’m busy working to deadline, which is today (yikes, still have two scenes left to write) so I’ve invited the lovely Selena Illyria to take over my spot today.  

Hello Readers!
The fabulous Leah Braemel asked me to guest blog and I jumped at the chance. I’ll be talking about my first ever cowboy book Once with a Cowboy. As a writer I always loved reading cowboy themed books but was intimidated to writing them. I suppose it was because I wanted to get things write and I had a stereotype in my head of what was needed. But after talking to a few fellow authors who’d written in the genre and of course my characters I threw out what I thought and went with what my characters wanted.

The cowboy in my Once in a Cowboy book is a native son of Texas and a former hockey player who had to retire because of injury. Now Ty runs a sports bar where he can talk shop and still enjoy the sports he loves without the pain. He’s the type of guy who wears his Stetson some of the time and his cowboy boots all of the time, loves his family, even if is gossipy aunt doesn’t know when to stop talking, adores his mama and gets along well with his brother. He loves to cook for his woman, and is pretty damn good at it.  Despite all of Nessa’s insecurities and trying to keep him at arms length he loves all over her even if she tests his patience, pisses him off and turns him on like no other. Read their story OUT NOW at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Only 99 cents!

Take one stubborn and sexy cowboy, add in a voluptuous beauty, mix in emotions, and stir.

OnceWithACowboy_AReVanessa and Tyler have been friends with benefits for a year. While he’s fallen in love with her, she’s tried to keep her distance. Convinced by her parents that she’s a failure in everything from relationships to jobs, she’s come to believe that she isn’t worthy of love.

Tyler fell for Vanessa from day one when she came to him for a job. He’s accepted her distances and a friends with benefits relationship, while keeping his feelings to himself. Well, not to himself, he had to tell his family right? When his aunt blurts out the dirty details, he has to deal with the fallout.

Can Nessa move beyond her past and what she thought she deserved? Will he take her back despite the hurt she’s caused him?

This Swirl Romance contains sex toys, voyeurism, a sexy cowboy who can’t keep his hands to himself, a curvaceous, plus-sized bartender and a big mouthed aunt.

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“Drake, Roy, harassing my best girl?” Ty came over and slung an arm around her shoulders. Just the touch, the weight and the press of him against her made her knees sag as a wave of heat washed over her. She let out a soft sigh. She cuddled into his side before she realized just what she was doing. They were in public and although she suspected people knew what was going on with them, she didn’t want to give the rumor mill even more fodder.

“Yo, you two gonna cuddle or serve me?” someone at the far end of the bar shouted out.

She straightened up. “Gotta go kill…I mean help someone. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone,” she warned before she slipped away.

“You mean something you don’t want to have to punish Ty for later don’t you?” Roy called after her. “Ow! Damn it, man.”

“Shut the hell up,” Ty hissed.

She peeked over her shoulder and giggled when she saw Ty had taken off his hat and swatted Roy with it before, placing it back on his head. Nessa shook her head but couldn’t keep from smiling at his attempt to keep their business private. She just wished this wasn’t a temporary thing. As much as she enjoyed working at the bar and playing around with Ty, it wouldn’t do to get attached. After all, work relationships and commitment didn’t work out, the past had taught her that much.


Multi-Published Author, part vampire, part pixie, Selena Illyria was born with a need to write and enable. Her imagination takes her into the paranormal, sci-fi and fantasy genres and all sorts of mischief. When not writing she enjoys catching up on her TBR pile, watching some of her favorite programs and listening to her favorite music as well as teasing people with posts on decadent food and plot bunnies. To connect with you her can either go to:

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Cowboy Dreaming by Marie Tuhart

This year seems to be flying by.  The Pacific Northwest went from a blazing hot summer into a cool rainy fall in the blink of an eye.  One day it was 90 and the next 50.  Okay maybe not that bad, but it did feel like it.

I’ve been busy writing and promoting.  But the one thing I miss is writing my cowboys.  More are coming I promise, but the ideas I have right now don’t involve cowboys.  It’s a shame because I do miss them, but I have to do what the muse tells me (at least most of the time.)

How about some cowboy eye candy instead:


Or this one:


And finally:


Yummy.  The muse is starting to take notice.

Have a great day.

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PINTO BEANS and ICEBERGS – WARNING – SABLE HUNTER wrote this blog while under the influence of post- surgery meds.  Denise R Schenk, you won a copy of any one of my books from my backlist. Email me at and tell me what kindle gift you’d like to receive – you can check out my book list at

Presently, I’m working on KIT AND ROGUE, the sequel to my Rogue – Sons of Dusty Walker book released earlier this year. This is only my second attempt at writing a book about a couple AFTER I’ve given them the ‘happy ever after’ that they deserve. A book has to have conflict, so now I have to go into the well-ordered little world I created and mess things up. How in the heck am I supposed to do that? Well, it’s not easy, I’ll tell you that much – but I’m working on it. A week from today, Saturday the 2nd of October – Randi, Desiree, Jodi and I will have a party announcing the preorder for them, do some cover reveals and give away a butt load of prizes. Traditional stuff. And you all know that I had surgery this week which kicked my butt and my mind has been mush, but I have been working steadily.

In doing my research and plotting and planning for this book, I started thinking about things that could happen in a couple’s first year of marriage to cause trouble. I came up with some – if you can think of things, comment to help me and maybe I’ll use your idea in the book. Send them quickly because this book releases right before Thanksgiving and I’m deep into it now.

You know, it’s hard to write when your brain is trying to play tricks on you. I’ve always been fairly proud of my mind. It has served me well. When I was young and in school, I had a nearly photographic memory. This was before iphones or tablets and the ability to retain information for later was fairly valuable. I was always a smart kid, first in class. When I went to work, the way I stood out in the mundane world of accounting was because of my memory. My bosses didn’t have to remember numbers or details, all they had to do was take me with them to meetings and I could regurgitate almost anything they needed to know. I remember traveling from Beaumont TX to Baton Rouge, Louisiana as the junior accountant on the construction of a nuclear power plant. We flew in a Lear Jet with the president of the company, a man especially hired from France for his knowledge of the nuclear industry. This was a class act guy. He fascinated me with his ability to get up and talk for an hour – and not only entertain but quote facts and figures that were meaningful and correct – with no notes! I aspired to do this. And so I made it my business to know what my bosses needed to know. My direct supervisor would sit me out in the hall in a chair while he went in. When he needed to know something, he would slip out or send someone out to ask me and I would give him the info. Finally the president realized what was going on and came outside to find who was feeding them information. He found me and invited me inside, said that I would speed up the process. So, this ability made me indispensable to a few and helped me advance way beyond the point I wanted to go in the corporate world.

Later, I learned a new use for memory. I was always a ham, acting, singing in bands, getting up in front of a crowd was no big deal for me. During my early adulthood, I was a member of a fraternal organization that my parents had always been active in – masonry and Eastern Star. I wasn’t that crazy about the ritualism but the politics and dynamics of the group fascinated me. The leadership – statewide mostly – were treated as royalty. There was a lot of pomp and circumstance and people rose through the ranks by a mix of talent and popularity. Now, Texas is a big state and these folks who ‘run’ for office are voted on by members of chapters from every city, municipality and tiny hamlet. To become a household name among this group is no easy task. Yet, three or four people would step out and over a period of years would get to know the membership of the state. They did this by traveling, getting invited to speak, working the crowds and becoming ‘known’. It’s a lot like politics. This fascinated me. And I decided that I could do what they did. I quickly realized that I could put my singing and piano playing ability to good use. But the best tool I had was my memory. I quickly became known for my presentations. Not only could I get up and make whatever speech was required (memorial, inspirational, history, honorarium) without notes, but I prided myself in learning everyone’s name beforehand and then as the evening progressed, find a way to make everyone feel special. In other words, I could work a room. And I did so – from Amarillo to Brownsville and from Beaumont to El Paso – I traversed the state back and forth going to every small town that I could get invited to over a period of years. I learned how true the old adage was when I would try to drive across Texas to speak or sing- – The sun has ris’ and the sun has set, and here we is in Texas yet.

Well, I never became Worthy Grand Matron of Texas. The farthest I got was Grand Soloist and Deputy – but I could have. I burned out. Traveling across Texas to sing a couple of songs got old quick. But I took what I learned and went a step farther. I started teaching large groups of women on topics from living a purpose driven life to Jewish history. And I had a good time. I loved to talk, I loved to research and I loved to convey knowledge in an enjoyable way.

Now, look at that – my mind took me from making a living with numbers to relating to large groups of women as a teacher and a storyteller. Do you see the direction?

In my small community my reputation was sterling. I was a leader, a speaker – not a preacher – but I filled almost the same role. When something happened, I would be called upon to counsel or memorialize. The only problem was – – – I was bored. I loved what I did – I loved learning and teaching and speaking and singing – but there was more to me than that. I got tired of thinking about debits and credits and assets and liabilities and bible characters….

I had this wild imagination. I was a romantic, I loved love and fantasizing about romantic situations became a preoccupation. I’m a bit ashamed to say, but I went to church a lot and sat through many not so entertaining sermons and to pass the time, I would create these marathon storylines in my head – epic adventures, sexually explicit, with an alpha hero in the male role and me in the female role. Aron McCoy was much more exciting than John the Baptist. Sometimes when it was time for me to play the piano for the invitation, someone would have to elbow me to get up and go to the instrument.

There were other factors involved in my decision to write – but when I did, I had a big collection of fantasies to draw from. Most of my writing has always been internal, detailed storylines housed in my brain that had been lovingly wound and rewound in the dark of night to satisfy my yearning for love and romance. And I’ve had a good time with it – about 50 books worth and hopefully there will be many more.

BUT I’ve found another facet of my mind and memory that isn’t serving me as well.

I am a hypochondriac in many ways. Always have been. I remember as a teenager that I had a crush on this guy who taught my Sunday School class and even though it might not sound like it – he was a true cowboy, never wore anything but jeans, boots and a hat and actually made his living working with saddles and horses and rodeo. But he was cute and a good Bible teacher and I always hung on his every word. Once he was unlucky enough to have an ingrown toenail, I suppose from wearing cowboy boots all the time. Anyway – that morning, he described his pain and the toe in explicit explicit detail and by the time the class was over, my toe was swelled and festered in sympathy – no lie.

His sister also told me in too much detail about her pregnancy and delivery and I credit those images to the fact that I don’t have fifteen kids. Nope. I suffered with her and that was enough.

Now, this tendency to overthink things carried into new avenues. Let me tell you about my first cruise. In fact I’ll be using this story in KIT AND ROGUE so don’t get tired of it. Even though I was raised near the coast and in a swamp, boating is a bit different when the water beneath you is a mile deep.

I don’t like it.

When I decided to take a cruise out of Galveston to Cozumel, Cancun and Jamaica, I had no more than bought my ticket before I began to imagine the worst. You know – icebergs and JAWS. Yea, I realize there are no icebergs in the Caribbean but with global warming… can one really be sure? On top of being a coward, I’m also cheap, so after purchasing the ticket, I went on the cruise despite the fact that I was very nervous of sinking or getting hit by a rogue wave.

The first night, I didn’t sleep – I laid in that bed fully conscious of the fact that I was surrounded by the sea. I barely put my full weight down and I trembled when I thought of trying to get in a life boat and be lowered down the side of the huge ship. Since I don’t like shows, I spent my days in the casino. When I’d pass by the huge windows, I’d tentatively glance out to the beautiful ocean, then tremble when I would see nothing on the horizon but water – nothing. I wanted to go offer my services to the Captain to help with iceberg watch, but I had enough sense to know he wouldn’t take me up on my offer. So, I suffered in silence – counting the days until I could plant my little feet on solid ground again.

Well, it went from bad to worse. Sometimes what I most dread comes true. One night, about halfway through my seven day journey, I was lying in my little stateroom on my bed in the dark listening to the engine when…the ship lurched. Now, this was a Carnival Cruise ship with a 4000 guest capacity – ships this size are not supposed to lurch! Well, I levitated in my bed – my body rising some three feet in the air before I turned vertical and my feet found the floor. I knew it – I knew it – there was no other explanation. We’d hit an iceberg somewhere off the coast of Mexico. Well, there was commotion outside and I supposed that people were finding their ways to the deck where the life boats were kept and I did not intend to go down with the ship so I dressed as quickly as I could and left my cabin. People were milling around and asking questions and despite my certain knowledge of our maritime disaster, I hesitated to say something and create panic. I heard questions, “What happened?” “What’s going on?” “Why is the ship stopping?” I started to say – Stopping – we’re SINKING – but I didn’t. Imagine my surprise when the Captain’s voice came over the loud speaker, calling for calm. “Nothing is wrong with the ship.” Yea, right. “We are stopping to come to the aid of another vessel.”

“What?” I stopped in my tracks, turned and headed to a window. I had avoided looking, afraid I’d see a white mountain lurking in the tropical waters, melting but causing havoc as it disappeared. Instead, imagine my surprise when I got to a point where I could see a small boat below. An officer approached me, no doubt he could detect my superior ability to evaluate the obvious. “Everything will be all right, ma’am. We passed by a boat load of Cuban immigrants whose boat is dead in the water. We’re required by maritime law to come to their aid.”

I nodded slowly. “Right.” I had felt the lurch. Of course, I knew a ship this big couldn’t be stopped on a dime and maybe – just maybe- the vibrations I felt were the ocean liner putting on its brakes rather than the hull being ripped asunder by jagged deadly ice.

Okay. Yea, I have an imagination. – – I made it through the cruise and lived to write another day. And my story continues… as I told some of you a few days ago, I have been having trouble with my vision. I sat around and worried myself that the world was dimming or that I had diabetes. Well, this time my imagination was spot on – I go to the doctor on the 2nd and find out the verdict, type 1 or type 2. And all of this came about because of another problem. It all started earlier in September. I went out to a neat place to eat called Mimi’s Café and then went for a walk at the Arbor Street Mall over on Mopac. Not long after I came home, I began to feel funny. Since I had eaten Brussel sprouts, I decided they had made me sick. As the day progressed, so did my pain – until I had convinced myself I had food poisoning. But it wasn’t the usual – I just hurt, and hurt. And hurt. After about 28 hours of agony, I was finally dragged to the emergency room and diagnosed – not with food poisoning – but a bowel obstruction brought on by two hernias. I had emergency surgery and now here I sit with a drain pump, staples and test results that say I am diabetic.

Now, it could be worse – I’m in no real pain, mostly because the site of my surgery is also the same area where I had previous problems with gall stones and cysts. Two previous surgeries have cut most of the nerve endings so any pain I’ve having is all in my mind…. Which we all know is bad for me – ha!

And so is a lot of other stuff. My imagination has run away with me. At night, in the dark, is the worst times. I imagine infection. The doctor used mesh to repair me and I keep featuring pain from that. I imagine never having a muffin again or my standing up and all my innards falling out the hole – – now, all of this sounds silly – but when I’m alone and my mind is working overtime, all of these things take on gargantuan  proportions. When I went into the ER, before I knew what was wrong – my pain was so great that they said my blood pressure was through the roof. My normal rate of 80/50 was now 212/165 – hypertensive level. But when they gave me something for the pain and told me the plan, it went back down to my too low normal. But the other night, when I started imagining all that was wrong or could go wrong, my chest was tight and I was shaking with nerves – – all because of my overactive imagination. My mind.

What was once my friend has become my enemy.

It’s been a half month – almost – and I haven’t written much to speak of. I try to get back in the right frame of mind – to fantasize, plot and plan romance novels instead of imagining my own demise. Not much luck yet…but I have been working on Kit and Rogue.

Here’s a sneak peek into chapter one – while you read this – I’ll go take more drugs and maybe this blog will make more sense next month.

The look.

Kit knew that look well.

When Rogue Walker put his mind to wanting her, all Kit could do was hold on for dear life. He did things to her with just a heated glance that no other man could hope to do with their whole body and soul. She could feel herself flushing, her skin peppered with frissons of excitement. The little rascally tingles seemed to concentrate in the tips of her breasts, then surging south to settle in the aching place between her thighs.

“Come here, Kit-Kat.”

Sweet Merciful Heavens. With the raising of a strong hand and the crook of a finger, he put wings on her heels and she floated toward him. “What’s up, Walker?” she whispered under her breath.

Her question caused him to chuckle. Taking her hand he placed it over his rising erection. “This. Every time I see you, I get hard as hell.”

A laugh of pure delight slipped past her lips. “Good thing, since I’m so in love with you I could just fly.” She closed her hand around the finger he had pointed at her and gave it a little tug. “I might have to let you seduce me.”

“Am I gonna have to seduce you?” Rogue laughed. God, he was happy. His life was finally beginning to make sense. The lone wolf wasn’t alone anymore. He had a beautiful woman and she was having his baby.

Lifting a delicate eyebrow at his question, Kit raised her hands and began to push tiny shell buttons through small buttonholes. When his gaze dropped to her fingers and he licked his lips, her nipples peaked and throbbed with every heartbeat. Lord, the man was potent. And he was hers! “It won’t take much. I’m pretty taken with you.”

“Ah, well good thing.” Rogue made a grab at her, pulling her close.

Kit squealed, going into his arms with very little protest – until she remembered. “Wait, wait, if we’re gonna have sex I gotta do something.”

Rogue was mystified, but he let her go while she flitted around like a firefly, looking under the bed. When she pulled out a glass jar and a bag of pinto beans, he frowned. “What on earth are you doing, sweetheart?” She sat cross legged on the floor, her heart-shaped bottom clad only in a pale pink pair of panties was a speedbump for his eyes.

As she fished out a bean and added it to a growing pile in the bottom of the jar, Kit grinned at him. “Haven’t you ever heard the old story? If you put a bean in a jar for every time you make love in the first year of marriage, and take one out every time you make love in the years after, that you’ll never empty the jar – no matter how long you stay together.”

Rogue frowned. “That sounds horrible. What a load of hogwash.” He snapped his fingers. “Why we’d empty that damn jar in the second year no problem. I’m a sexy stud!”

“Yes, you are, and yes, that’s why I’m keeping up with it. I don’t want us to be like everyone else.” With a smile, she held up the jar and shook it.

“But we’re not married,” he mused. “Yet.” Rogue didn’t say the last part out loud, he had a plan.

Kit pooched her lips out. “Do you want to wait until we’re married to make love?”

The thought brought a major throb of protest to his cock. “Hell, no.” He reached out and removed the jar from her hands. “Why don’t we put this to one side and get down to business?” Setting the glass container on the dresser, he began to unbuckle his belt.

The sight of her hunky heartthrob disrobing brought Kit to her feet. “It’s broad daylight outside.”

Rogue glanced at the field of Kansas wildflowers outside his fiance’s bedroom window. “Yep, sure is. Do you wanna wait?”

“Are you kidding?” She was starving for his touch, anxious for the pleasure only he could give her. Even though they’d had their share of ups and downs, Kit had always compared every man to Rogue Walker and all had come up far short. “I need you now. I already put the bean in.”

“Well, in that case.” He moved one step nearer, settled the fingers of one hand on her hip and pulled her warm body flush to his. “We have no choice, do we?”

“None.” An overpowering need for him swamped her senses. Sliding an arm around his neck, she raised her head so his lips could connect with hers.

Sizzle. The heat was on.

His hold tightened further as his mouth slid from hers to brush against the sensitive skin of her throat. Instant sensation skated across her nerve endings, a hunger began to grow. Would she ever get enough of Rogue Walker?

Not in this lifetime.

As his sensual male lips caressed the pulse point at the base of her throat, Kit felt her heart hammer against her chest. “I got a favor to ask you,” she asked as her questing fingers pushed his black vest from shoulders wide enough to cast a protective shadow. Curiosity narrowed his gaze and a sexy muscle next to his lips began to jump.

“Got a request, baby girl? Your wish is my command.”

Looking up into his whiskey eyes, she could sense his power. Her fascination for him was growing. But that was a good thing. Right? Rogue had asked her to marry him. They were about to embark on a new life together. “Yea, I have a request.”

Anticipation whipped through his senses like a summer storm. “Name it.” An avalanche of heat swept up his thighs. His body reacting to hers was no surprise. From the moment he’d had the wisdom to really see her, Rogue hadn’t really been able to see anyone else. His stupidity had separated them, but fate had been kind and brought them back together. And now – here they were. When she gazed up at him through those thick, long lashes, he all but melted. Rogue didn’t think that was a manly thing to admit, so he kept the information to himself. “Don’t keep me in suspense, you’re killing me.”

The smirk he gave her tugged those incredible lips into a sexy smile which made her knees go weak. The man was irresistible. “Well, you know how I love roping.”

Rogue felt his heart jump as she helped him off with his shirt, planting a small kiss over his heart. “You were a champion, no doubt about it darlin’.”

“You were good competition.” Feeling bold, she placed a hand in the middle of his broad chest and applied a little pressure.

Normally he wasn’t a man who could be pushed around, but Rogue was no fool. The mischievous glint in his vixen’s eyes was intoxicating. “At the moment I feel more like cooperating than competing.”

Nibbling on her lower lip, Kit reached to one side, keeping her hand on his pecs. Opening a drawer, she pulled out her stash, items she’d collected for just such a purpose. A handful of silky sashes. Throwing them over her shoulder, she whipped one out. “Put your wrists together.” Rogue started to put his hands behind his back. “No, in front.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her tempting gaze snared him. Doing as she asked, he presented his hands and she proceeded to wind a length of silk around them. “I don’t get to touch?”

“In good time,” Kit promised. With the bounty before her, she looked her lips and went to her knees. “Let’s get you naked. I’m glad you took your boots off at the front door.”

“Hey, sometimes it pays to be a gentleman. After walking in your pasture with all those horses, I didn’t want to track anything unwanted in the house.” Tugging at his jeans, Kit pulled them off his feet as he stepped out of them. “Now what?”

Kit grinned. The big ridge of his cock was apparent beneath the thin cotton. “I do love to play with you.” Taking his gasp as a sign of approval, she lowered her head and fit her lips over the smooth material, mouthing the steel flesh, using her teeth to tease and tantalize. Closing her eyes, she just enjoyed herself, moving down to take the swell of balls in her mouth, then up to tongue the large flared head.

Rogue could’ve easily broken the bonds that bound him, but he had no desire to free himself from the sweet ties this woman wrapped around him. Instead, he snared the long tresses of her hair between his fingers, massaging her scalp, letting her know how much he liked what she was doing to him. “Sweet Jesus.”

Feeling his thighs clench beneath her fingertips, Kit knew it was time to take this pleasurable task a step further. “On the bed, on your back.”

Rogue was half-blind with anticipation. He needed no prodding. Within moment he was stretched out on the bed and his luscious bride-to-be had his hands over his head and was tying it to the central post of the headboard. “I’m at your mercy, Kit.”

Her fingers curled around the hard muscles of his shoulders as she settled herself atop his big body. Making love to Rogue was the stuff of fairytales. “I’ll be gentle,” she whispered as she got busy kissing his face, his throat, his chest.

“Don’t you dare.” He could feel Kit smile against his skin as she ran her lips over his collarbone, her hot little tongue darting out to taste him. “Take off your shirt, I wanna see your tits.” This request caused her giggle.

“You are a breast man, aren’t you, Walker?”

“I’m your man,” he growled as she sat up and pulled off the thin pink shirt. Rogue’s eyes were glued to her womanly shape, twin mounds of femininity – round, firm, high and topped with suckable red nipples that he knew tasted like candy. “Perfect, kiss me, then let me suck.” He felt happiness surge through him when she pressed plump pink lips to his and drank deeply. The woman could fuckin’ kiss. It never got old and it never would, no matter how many damn pinto beans they went through.



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Cops, Jocks and Cowboys by Donna Michaels

Happy Saturday, everyone! Last week I was at the InD’Scribe Author/Reader Con in Palm Springs where it was 101 and gorgeous, and where my hot, gorgeous cowboy, Kevin Dalton from HER FOREVER COWBOY took 2nd place/Honorable Mention in the 2015 RONE Awards for Best Contemporary Cops, Jocks and Cowboys!

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I love to read about those types of heroes. Do you?

Is any one more alpha than the other? Guess it depends on the character and author. The hero in my contribution to the Cowboy 12 pack/Cowboy Justice League coming in the spring—COWBOY LAWE—is already two of those, but now I’m thinking he needs to be all three, because, daayum, that would be hot!

While I was in Palm Springs, I went to the Air Museum. I’m a sucker for planes, especially WWII airplanes. They had several outside, including part of this bomber.




You bet your butt I braved the 101 heat, climbed into the cockpit area and contorted myself into the pilot’s seat.

The one I’m drawn to the most is the F4U Corsair flown by the famous Black Sheep Squadron. They didn’t have any of those, but they did have this Corsair used in WII and Korea. Shh…I touched it…




How’s your September going? Mine has been a crazy busy! Besides the conference, I had three releases this month, and what do you know? Two are cowboys and one is a cop.  You just know they’ll be alpha and sexy, and in trouble when my heroines enter the scene.

HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY /Harland County Series/Book 6: Tanner   (Part of the 12-Alarm Cowboy boxed set, now released as single)


Sparks reignite when one-nighters reunite. Can the firefighter/Guardsman convince the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he finds the courage to volunteer his heart?



If you’ve read Cowboy-Sexy/Fiancé, then I’m happy to announce that the sequel released 9/09/15 through The Wild Rose Press and is available at many outlets!


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Former Marine Captain Brett Brennan loves a good practical joke—when he’s the prankster not the prankee. Unfortunately, his twin brother has learned a lesson or two from the master and springs Operation Payback on him, thrusting Brett into a fake engagement to his former corporal, Trisha Jennings, in front of her matchmaking, District Attorney father.

Relationships are so not his thing, but realizing Trisha is struggling to come to terms with a horrific incident from their recent deployment, Brett takes matters into his own hands, using their fake relationship to keep her on his family’s resort ranch, the perfect place for her to find peace and heal. After all, he would never let one of his own men down.

Except, Trisha is no longer a corporal under his command. Out of uniform, she is all woman, and his unexpected attraction to her soon has him forgetting their prank relationship is only for show. Who knew payback could be so sweet?


LOCKE and Load (Dangerous Curves/Book 2/Nikki)

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Former Naval Intelligence Officer Lt. Nicole Locke’s assignment to assist in a murder investigation, puts her face-to-face with the only man she ever loved—the man she was forced to jilt in order to save his life.

Det. Cage Burnett vows to do whatever it takes to bring down his partner’s killer, even work with the woman who crushed his heart four years earlier when she left him for another man. The dangerous investigation rekindles their desire, but when someone from Nikki’s past reappears and threatens Cage’s future, once again, Locke is loaded with determination to keep the man she loves alive.


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D’Alba- You have failed this city – By Cynthia D’Alba

Cyndi Headshot #4 I have a television-watching habit, as in our set runs from the time we get up to the time we go to bed. Now, if I’m home ALONE, I’ll turn it off (during the day) as daytime television is mostly horrible.

Growing up, my family gathered around the television. Shoot, I remember our first color TV! There was many more western-themed televisions shows back then than today.

Bonanza on Sunday evening was much as sure thing as church on Sunday morning. Since Bonanzaeveryone other female wanted Little Joe, I decided I’d take Adam! HA And imagine my surprise when,, as an adult, I found “Adam” on my beloved All My Children! And if you are old enough, do you remember when Chevrolet would introduce the new cars in September? Bonanza would run without commercials and then at the end, there was a long ad with all the new cars. I couldn’t wait for that day each year! HAHA

The Big ValleyAnd the Big Valley. Sigh. Was there a woman alive who wasn’t in love with those brothers? Heath. SIGH. And the scenery was beautiful. I wanted to look like Audra. :) Branded

And then there was Branded with Chuck Connors. (And I can still sing that theme song!) The unjustly accused…trying to live and regain his name.

GunsmokeOthers that left an impact…The Lone Ranger, Sky King, Roy Rogers, Rin Tin Tin, Gunsmoke (did you root for the sheriff and saloon owner?),Wanted Dead or Alive,Wagontrail.

Which brings us to today. There aren’t shows like this around. And before you mention Deadwood (on HBO), it pretty profane-loaded and sexy. Not exactly in the same model  as those above.

LongmireHOWEVER, if  you missed Longmire…OMG!!! It was “old-time” western in today’s world. This past spring, in the worst decision ever made by A&E, Longmire was canceled after ending on a gunshot! Fans were outraged. Letters were written. Online petitions sprung up overnight. Online #Bring Longmire Back campaigns gained a foothold. A&E, in their “wisdom” stood by their decision. Netflix to the rescue. Netflix grabbed the show. All three seasons are available on Netflix and now season four (10 episodes produced by Netflix) are there! Hubby and I sat down and went through those 10 shows in three days! Like eating M&M’s….one after another. Another wonderful season. SO if those shoes mentioned at the start of this post are your “thang,” you will not be disappointed in Longmire.

So the title of this blog…I wonder if any of you recognize the line! While hubby and I wereArrow waiting for Longmire to start (and we’d finished all our “summer” shows), we dug into Arrow.  In a nutshell, it’s about a vigilante who fights crime using a bow and arrow. His head is always covered with a hood. Before he blows the “bad guy” away, he announces… “Character Name….You have a failed this city.” and then he shoots them with an arrow. Any way, the other night, my husband came to bed with his robe pulled over his head. He stood at the bottom of our bed (where I was reading!) and said, “D’Alba. You have failed this city.”

Yeah, maybe we watched a few too many Arrows while we waited!

Looking at viewing habits, it’s not surprising I write Western Romance, is it?

So what did you watch growing up?

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COMING November 24, 2015 (and available for preorder)

Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 6

Porchia Summers was born into a family who gave her everything except affection. She acted out until her parents sent her to Whispering Springs before their high-society friends found out about her arrest record.

She builds a good life in Texas, but then the old boyfriend who got her in trouble tracks her down. Desperate to find a way to keep her past and present separate, she places a bid at a bachelor auction on the one man who’ll get her out of town for a few days.

Darren Montgomery is thrilled when Porchia wins him and a week of camping with his entire family in a charity bachelor auction. He’s also curious. He’s been flirting with the town’s sweet, sexy baker for years. Sometimes she flirts back, but she’s never let things go further than that. Darren’s not complaining, but he wonders just what’s going on behind Porchia’s pretty eyes.

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Guest Blogger Kelly Dawson – The Ways of the West


Blurb: Orphaned by an attack on her family’s wagon train, Jessica finds herself stranded a thousand miles from Boston, the only home she has ever known. Only one man—a rough, dusty cowboy named Johnny—stands between her and the perils of the west, and he quickly makes it clear that he is ready to do whatever needs to be done to keep Jessica safe, whether she likes it or not.

When the unlikely pair stumble upon a cattle drive and they are both offered employment, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to accept. But after Jessica loudly expresses her disdain for his plan and for cowboys in general, Johnny decides it is time for drastic action. After a hard, embarrassing spanking followed by a tearful apology to the trail boss, Jessica is left with a sore backside and a strange yet undeniably powerful need to be held close and comforted by her handsome protector.

With Johnny by her side—and claiming an ever bigger place in her heart with each passing day—Jessica begins to adjust to life on the trail. But a cattle drive is a dangerous place for anyone, let alone a city girl with a penchant for disobedience. If he ever wants the chance to make Jessica his wife, Johnny knows he’s going to have to take her firmly in hand before she gets herself hurt or killed. Even if it means a painful, humiliating bare-bottom strapping she’ll never forget, one way or another he’ll teach her the ways of the west.

Publisher’s Note: The Ways of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Author Bio: A life-long lover of Westerns, both the movie and book versions, Kelly Dawson also loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys. Kelly likes to read, and write, rural romance – where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy. Only Kelly’s heroes are even better, because these cowboys spank! She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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Jessica was enjoying watching the shocked, but delighted, expression on Johnny’s face as she stepped out of the borrowed dress to reveal short, sexy drawers that had been the height of fashion back home in Boston, but which were still considered scandalous among decent company. She left the gown and petticoats in a puddle on the floor at her feet and shimmied out of her undergarments, standing completely naked before him in the dim glow cast by the lantern on the table by the bed. She’d never been naked in front of a man before but the excitement of the wedding was making her brave.

Johnny whistled softly through his teeth, stepping forward to place his hands gently on her waist, drawing her into him. “You are beautiful,” he whispered into her hair.

Jessica’s hands went to the front of Johnny’s pants where she urgently fumbled with the buttons with clumsy fingers. She wanted him naked, too. Groaning in frustration at the tight buttons that wouldn’t come undone, she moved her fingers to his chest, undoing his shirt instead. These buttons opened easily and she trailed her fingers inside his shirt, along the hard muscles of his chest. Pushing the shirt back off his shoulders she brushed her lips against the light smattering of hair she found there, pulling his shirt off completely and discarding it carelessly on top of her own pile of clothing.

“Here, let me,” Johnny murmured, brushing her hands away from his jeans, undoing them for her. She gasped when his erection sprang free, then reached out to touch it gingerly.

“It’s so big,” she breathed. “Are you sure it will fit?”


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