Happy Thanksgiving, a New Release, and Kindle Fire Giveaway by Donna Michaels

happy thanksgiving
Hope today finds you all well. We have lots of family coming over today, so I’ll keep this simple for all who are celebrating the holiday.

Tuesday was release day for WYNE AND SONG, Book 3 in my Citizen Soldier Series. To celebrate, I’m giving away a Kindle Fire HD 7!

For those of you who have been waiting for the oldest brother and single father Ethan’s story, it’s finally out!

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Single father Ethan Wyne’s trust in women stopped when his cheating wife died while he was deployed. Dating and relationships are in the past. His son is his life now and he’s proud of the stable home he’s created through hard work, determination, and support. But when a family celebration in NYC leads to a moment of weakness with a vivacious beauty, he’s tempted to rethink his reasoning. Especially when she turns up in the Poconos. Can he take a chance again when more than his heart is at stake?

Phoebe Weston’s temporary gig in a summer production in the Poconos is just what the Broadway star needs to keep busy while awaiting a Hollywood screen test. The magic of the show reawakens her passion for the basics, and her frequent encounters with the handsome, single father of one of her young friends awakens something more.

But Ethan’s made it clear he’s not looking for permanent, and for the first time in her life, Phoebe’s not looking for temporary. Maybe what the jaded father’s locked up, guarded heart needs is a little song.


Phoebe still couldn’t believe Gwen, her stunning, former neighbor, actually gave up modeling to live on a ranch in south Texas. But according to Lea, Gwen was beyond happy. She wondered fleetingly what that would feel like, then reeled back.

Where the heck had that thought come from?

She was happy. Very happy. She had a successful career that was about to take a giant leap forward. A mother who cared about her, good friends, and an agent/manager she could actually trust. What more could she possibly want?

An image of the handsome, dark-haired man with the five o’clock shadow and sexy half-smirk skittered through her mind.

Phoebe shook it off and lifted her chin. She did not need a man to make her happy. This day and age, technology had a gadget for that, too.


In fact, she kept one in the drawer of her nightstand. The French Tickler had been a gift Gwen had bought her while in Paris on a photoshoot. Phoebe had renamed it Pierre. If she was going to contemplate sticking the gadget near her good parts, then it needed a manly name, and, well, Peter sounded too crude. But, despite his romantic name, Pierre was still useless without batteries, so she’d stuffed the gadget in the drawer, promising to get reacquainted as soon as she bought a box.

That’d been two years ago. Pierre probably wouldn’t work from lack of use.

Poor thing had died a virgin.

“Well, we’d better let you go to your dressing room,” her mom said, regaining her attention. “I know you don’t like to wear your theatrical makeup in public.”

She nodded. It was too heavy for her tastes. “Yeah, and I need to change back into something from the twenty-first century before I meet the Wynes in the lobby.”

Her mother laughed. “Congratulate Jill for me, and enjoy dinner.”

“Will do.” She smiled and patted her rumbling stomach as her mother disappeared down the hall.

An unpleasant and embarrassing incident in her youth had taught Phoebe to avoid heavy meals at least two hours before a performance, so counting the two curtain calls tonight, it had been over six hours since she’d had an actual meal, having only nibbled on a light snack and sipped hot lemon water with honey between performances backstage.

Bellandini’s definitely beckoned.

“Have fun, but not too much.” Niles frowned. “Watch for cameras. Now that we know Hollywood is interested in you, they’ll also be watching.”

With a salute to her agent, she pivoted, as much as the tight hallway allowed, and headed to her dressing room to shed her stage persona. The sooner she slipped back into Phoebe, the sooner she could eat.

In an attempt to hasten her steps, she grasped a handful of her long skirts and lifted them off the floor as she scurried around a handful of cast and crew still lingering backstage. After exchanging a few more congratulatory remarks along the way, she finally made it to her door. Her blocked door. Her unlocked blocked door. With so many quick changes between scenes, it was best to leave the dressing room unlocked, which wasn’t normally an issue.

Until now.

A borderline creepy fan stood in front of her door.

Where was security? She glanced around the dimly lit hall, but only saw a few crew members. The cast was either gone, or safely tucked inside the common dressing room the rest of the cast used. Security was usually pretty good about keeping the strange fans from gaining access backstage.

“You were wonderful as always tonight, Ms. Weston. I made this especially for you.” The man, in his late forties with pale blue eyes, glasses, a crooked nose, and brown hair combed straight back from his balding temples, leaned his thin frame against the closed door while he handed her a white cowboy hat.

Thanks to that darn missing cruel gene of hers, Phoebe tamped down her unease, released her skirt and grasped the hat. “Th-thank you.” A red rose was tucked into the band.

More sweet than creepy.

“I’ve seen all your shows,” he gushed, color flooding his cheeks. “Can I have your autograph?”

Maybe then he’ll leave.


Smiling, he thrust a red permanent marker at her. “On my chest. Right next to our tattoo.”

At first, she thought she’d heard wrong, but a second later, he ripped open his shirt, and sure enough, on the left breast of his boney chest, was a heart tattooed in red with the black letters F + P in the center.

Okay, back to more creepy than sweet. Especially since the heart was shaped like the organ, not the sentiment.

Call security, common sense urged.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry. But I’ve got to go,” she said, contemplating if trying to get inside her dressing room was a good idea, since the man could be stronger than he appeared, and possibly force his way in, as well.

“Where?” His chin lifted. “Do you have a date? I could be your date.”

“Thanks, but I have one.” Technically not a lie, since she had plans with her friends.

The man’s expression turned suspicious. He shook his head. “But you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Did Pierre count?

Not that he’d be much help, although, he’d probably make a good weapon. She cringed as a headline flashed through her mind: Broadway Star Delivers Death By Dildo.

Her mother would faint, Niles would drop dead of a heart attack, and any chance of heading to Hollywood would die with him.

“I’ve read all the papers, and I google you every day. You shouldn’t lie, Ms. Weston.” He stepped closer, blue gaze no longer friendly.

She shouldn’t have been kind to him, either. Fear thumped through her ears louder than the base drum in the finale.

“You don’t really have a boyfriend, do you?”

She was definitely ready to call security now. Too bad her throat was too dry to scream.

“Phoebe, sorry I’m late.”

Thank God. Another person.

She didn’t recognize the voice, but she sure as heck appreciated the interruption. Relief burst through the tight hold fear had on her limbs, and she turned to face the welcomed intruder.

It was him.

The sexy stranger from the audience. She sucked in a breath and promptly forgot what to do with it.

“These are for you.” He handed her a bunch of long-stemmed roses. “You were great tonight, sweetheart.”

The deep timber of his voice did funny things to her body. Operating on autopilot, she reached for the roses and opened her mouth to squeak out a thank you, but he stepped right into her personal space, cupped her face with both hands and pressed his lips to hers as if it was a daily occurrence.

**Citizen Soldier Series**
Book 1/ Ben – Wyne and Dine
Book 2/Mason – Wyne and Chocolate
Book 3/Ethan – Wyne and Song
Book 4/ Lukas – Wine and Her New Year Cowboy (Harland County/Citizen Soldier Crossover Novella/in the Ring in a Cowboy Boxed Set rel. 12/28)

Enter now! Kindle Fire HD 7 #giveaway to celebrate the release of
Wine and Song/Citizen Soldier Series.


Head on over to my blog to enter:


Good luck! Happy Thanksgiving!
And as always, thanks for reading,


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Killian’s Back and he’s got Lexie with him

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For all of you who enjoyed The sons of Dusty Walker and my particular Walker guy—Killian—guess what? They’re back! And they’ve got their ladies with them. Catch up with Lexie and Killian and what’s new in their lives as the Christmas holiday approaches.

Lexie Choate and Killian Walker are still floating on a cloud of newly wedded bliss. Little did Killian know that an inheritance from his father would lead him to the love of his life. Now he’s living in Red Creek, Kansas, a place he’d never heard of before, and building up the stock on his newly established Appaloosa breeding ranch and enjoying every minute of every day with the love of his life. After a disastrous romance that ended her artistic career, Lexie had never thought to find real love again. Of course she hadn’t been prepared for Killian to walk into her safe little coffee shop, either. Now she’s wrapped up in wedded bliss and painting every spare moment she has. For the two of them, life could not possibly be better.

Until Lexie decides to take a chance by entering the Savannah Art Show, the disastrous event that that sent her running back to Red Creek.  Neither of them is prepared for what happens when they get to Savannah. With Christmas approaching, will they be celebrating the holiday together…or apart?


By the time they parked the truck and made it inside the house Lexie was so aroused just from thinking of sex with her husband her pulse raced. Moisture flooded her panties, her cream evidence of her heated desire. The nipples on her aching breasts tightened to diamond-hard tips. A pulse throbbed low in her belly and in the walls of her sex, insistently trumpeting the intensity of her need. Would it always be like this between the two of them, instant conflagration whenever they touched, raging hunger whenever they were alone? She hoped they didn’t burn themselves out before they celebrated their first wedding anniversary.

A slight tremor shook Killian’s hands as he hung his jacket on a peg in the mud room. She hooked hers next to it and, without a word, spun and headed for their bedroom. She’d almost made it into the room when his hands grasped her hips, turning her around to face him.

“I have to have a taste.” His voice held that passionate, husky sound she loved.

“Have at it.”

She could barely get the words out before he slid his hands up to cup her face and brought his lips down on hers. God! From the very first time they were together, Lexie swore Killian’s kisses were magic. Erotic magic. He brushed his mouth over hers in a light contact, making all the little nerves there sit up and beg for more. His lips brushed smooth against hers. As always, the brief contact made her automatically open for the exploration of his tongue.

Oh god! His taste! Better than anything she could remember. Tonight, it was filled with the faint lingering flavors of barbecue and corn and the essence that was Killian that not even a hint of beer could chase away. The scent of outdoors still clung to him, an earthy masculine smell which never failed to turn her on. The kiss went on and on, Lexie clinging to Killian’s shoulders, sure she would have fallen from the weakness invading her body without the support of his hands.

“God.” He panted when he lifted his mouth from hers. “Your kisses should be outlawed, you know that? It’s a damn good thing no one gets to enjoy them but me. Otherwise, you’d have a long line of men trailing you wherever you went.”

Lexie wanted to laugh. Not that her social life had been a disaster, but she’d never had a long line the way a lot of the women she knew did, not even in high school. Maybe because she always focused on her art. And Rick had—

No! She would not think about him tonight. Not let thoughts of him creep into the bedroom with her and Killian.

“You okay, sugar?” Killian’s face was still so close she could feel his breath on her cheeks.

“Better than okay. Why?”

“You just got the strangest expression.”

Think of something. Quick, before he asks more questions.

“Maybe I was wondering if you were going to bring out that new rope you ordered tonight.” And what a shock it had been for her to realize how his little rope fetish had turned her on big time. Partly because he never took anything to the extreme but a bigger part was her absolute trust in him and her belief he’d never abuse that trust. She could still remember the first night he’d brought it up, in her little apartment over Heart Starter. At first, she’d been afraid, then skeptical but, in the end, curious enough to let him tie up her wrists.

Holy Hannah! What a turn on that had been. It opened a side of herself she’d never known existed, but one she embraced fully with Killian.

Fire blazed in his eyes at her words. “Who’d ever have thought my little artist would be so hot for bondage.” He traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “I think we can manage it, but first we need to get out of these clothes.”





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Texas Hustle IS HERE – Cynthia D’Alba

For the past 14 days (on my blog and on Facebook,) I’ve teased you with excerpts, dangled the dreamy cover, and gave you prizes…all for today!



I hope YOUR copy is in your hands!

I think a great book deserves a great release party, don’t you? Me too!

Today’s party is here… https://www.facebook.com/events/1635016913437178/

And get my guests…Cat Johnson, Julie Miller, Kieran Kramer, Susan Stoker, Jill Sanders, Erin Nicholas, Jodi Vaughn, Cover model Scott Nova, and Laura Trentham. Plus there will be some surprises!!
It starts at 3 pm ET (2 pm CT / 12 noon PT) and runs until 8 pm ET (7PM CT / 5 PM PT)


Kindle Fire HD 7

So where’s the link? https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCynthiaDAlba/?sk=app_228910107186452


It would make me VERY VERY happy if you’d buy my book! :)

Get your copy here:
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What Wild Wicked Thing Does Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter Like to Write About?

Hello, wild and wicked cowboys lovers. My name is Maggie Carpenter, and I love, love, love, to write about sexy, spanking, romantic cowboys. This particular book is the tenth of a series called, Cowboys After Dark, each a book in its own right, though a trilogy called, The Cowboy’s Rules, is included.

This novel, HER COWBOY IN CHARGE, offers a sprinkle of mountain mysticism, a canine that will steal your heart, and of course, tons of that steamy naughty stuff between the sheets.




Can a feisty, fun-loving girl from San Francisco find love in the arms of a square-jawed, take-charge cowboy in Montana?

Crystal Morrison, a free-spirited aspiring novelist is traveling through the country on a working holiday. Finding herself in Whitefish, Montana, she is captivated by its stunning lake and majestic mountains. When she meets a ruggedly handsome rancher by the name of Clay Parker, her stay in the picturesque town suddenly takes an erotic and exciting twist.

Clay finds the spunky city girl quite the handful, and after several weeks he shows the young woman that certain lines cannot be crossed. To her shock he pulls her over his knee and delivers a quick, stinging spanking, but after he kisses her fervently then marches from her house, she discovers he has left her with more than a hot bottom.

His astonishing attention has stirred something inside her, something that will not let her sleep. A short time later their exploration into the world of dark sexual thrills begins, and their passionate love deepens.

But Clay’s Cattle Baron father is none too pleased that his brilliant son has taken up with a city girl who knows nothing of ranch life, and fears she might lure him away to the bright lights and glamorous world from which she comes.

Will Clay’s powerful father try to put a stop to their passion? Is it the hand of fate that brought them together, or is another mystical force playing a part in the blossoming of their unique romance?


Crystal let out a wail as Clay flipped up the tail of her shirt and ripped her lacy french-cut panties in two. Her startled cry didn’t surprise him, and he gazed at her perfect moons for only a moment before landing several hot slaps.

“OW! OW! OW!”

“I reckon that’s what you were wantin’, am I right?” he asked, landing two more quick swats. “The truth!“

“Yes,” she panted, “yes, it was. Ooh, your hand is so hot.”

“And your pussy is so wet,” he grunted, dropping his fingers into her sex. “So fuckin’ wet.”

Not bothering to drop his jeans, he pulled his cock from his open zipper and placed it against her soaked entrance.

“Ask nice.”

“Ooh, Clay, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please take me.”

“You mean, like this?” he growled thrusting forward.


Gripping her hips he pulled her back from the edge of the island and began to pump with slow, powerful strokes. Thanks to their earlier escapade he knew he had staying power and he planned to take his time.

“You are such a bad girl,” he grunted, spanking as he stroked.

“If it gets me what I want I’m going to be bad all the time,” she gasped.

He unexpectedly pulled out, and shifting to stand beside her, he circled her waist and dispatched a rapid volley of hard swats across the full width of her bottom.

“STOP! I’ll be good, I swear, please,” she begged, squirming and kicking out her feet.

Wordlessly he released her, then pulling off his trousers he watched her lay flat on the island as she put her hands on her seat to rub her seared skin. Stepping forward he grabbed her wrists and placed her arms above her head as he leaned over her body.

“What were you sayin’ about bein’ a bad girl to get your way?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear.

“You spanked me so hard,” she panted.

“Yep, and now you’re gonna think twice before you think about manipulatin’ me again, right?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good.”

Moving his lips to her neck he nuzzled and kissed, then straightening up he returned his cock to her wet, waiting pussy and slipped inside. She bucked back at him, and resting his hands on her wonderfully warm backside he started to stroke, but this time with gusto.

Crystal’s eyes were squeezed shut. She had provoked the spanking, she had wanted it and he had delivered, and though the heat of his hand had shocked her, it had also sent a ferocious need between her legs. He was riding her hard, and his legs were grazing her stinging sit spot with every thrust, but it only served to fuel her mushrooming moment.

“Clay, I’m so close,” she stammered breathlessly. “It’s so big, it’s…it’s…”

“Not so fast, little lady,” he muttered, pausing his cock but leaving it buried inside her.

“Ooh, Clay, why did you stop?”

“You wanted to feel my hand smack your butt, right?”

“I did, yes,” she said breathlessly.

“And you wanted to have me ravage you right here, just like I’m doin’?”

“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently. “I still don’t know why you stopped.”

“Just lettin’ you know there’s more than one way to punish a bad girl. We understand each other?”

“Ooh, yes,” she bleated, wriggling furiously.

“Your tail looks real pretty squirmin’ like that,” he remarked as he slowly pulled his cock back, “but if you want me to start up again you’d better keep it still.”

“Ooh, Clay, you make me crazy.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’,” he promised, and grasping her hips he plunged forward.


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HeartBreakerGaphic1Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon! Finally! Colin McFarlan gets his story. There’s nothing like a meddling momma with an ultimatum to get her sons serious about marriage and children. Thankfully, two of the McFarlan men are living their happily ever after. Now they have to convince the last bachelor standing among them to find the girl of his dreams and settle down. Easy, right?


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Colin McFarlan’s back is against the wall. Two brothers have caved to their mother’s threat to sell the ranch if they don’t get married and give her grandkids—now it’s his turn. Too bad the only woman he’s ever loved is the one who came between him and his brother Brody.

When Fancy returns to Temptation, he’s determined to steer clear of the gorgeous real estate agent, who looks good whether dressed up in a pencil skirt or dressed down in cowboy boots.
Fancy Wilson made mistakes. Getting engaged to Brody was the first. Weeping in Colin’s arms—and falling into his bed—on the night she and Brody broke up was the second. She’s not adding to her sins by falling for Colin all over again. She’s had enough heartache.

Yet when Colin asks her to help break up a romance between his mother and the notorious town heartbreaker, she can’t resist. But soon they’re scrambling to undo the damage they’ve done…before it destroys their last chance for happiness.

Warning: Breaking up is hard to do, but reunion sex can be oh, so fine!


“The situation is unacceptable. We need to talk.” He grabbed her hand and led her toward the bar. “Come on.”

“I’m not thirsty.”

“I’m not getting you a drink.” He hauled her past the bar, glanced around for Greta Sue, the bouncer who was standing at the entrance of the saloon carding everyone walking in.

“Then where are you taking me?” She tugged her arm to free it of his grip. “What if I don’t want to go there?”

“We can’t stand by and do nothing.” Colin strode down the hallway behind the bar and threw open the first door he came to. “In here.

Fancy was practically flung into a storeroom filled with cases of booze.

Colin entered and shut the door behind him.

Alone with the man she was supposed to be getting off her mind or out of her heart, Fancy’s pulse hammered against her eardrums and her palms grew moist. What was he going to do? Kiss her? Declare his undying love for her? Sweep her off her feet and tell her he couldn’t live another day without her?

All those thoughts flitted through her mind as her breathing became rapid and ragged.

She waited for him to turn, to show her the love still evident in his eyes.

When Colin faced her, it wasn’t with love shining out of his eyes, but an angry glare. “We have to break those two up.”


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Christmas! Vegas-style–Em Petrova

I’m not really a big fan of early Christmas displays. Like most, I get annoyed with sifting through Christmas decorations in the store to get to the Halloween costumes. But this year I’m going through a divorce (yawn) and reinventing myself. I’m looking at Christmas in a whole new light–twinkle lights, that is!


What’s better than twinkle lights and mistletoe? How about cowboys, a dirt arena and all the Christmas you can handle—Vegas-style?


With my latest cowboy book, A Cowboy for Christmas, I wanted to bring Vegas and the National Finals Rodeo right to your living room (or office, break room or bed—ooooh la).


Dusty Waite is trying to become a legend just like his father and brother before him by winning the title–and the big gold buckle–for bronc riding. He’s got the grit and the numbers on the scoreboard—at least he did until his plans are derailed by one little vixen named Avalee Byrd.


Avalee is happy to work with the new face of Rawhide foods, Dusty Waite. But soon she realizes she’s in over her head with this celebrity cowboy. Actually, her boots might be over her head, but that’s something you can read about–ahem–later.


I was so excited for you to read my book that I actually bumped up the release date a whole WEEK. So on November 21, you can have Dusty in your Kindle! After all, a cowboy can’t do anything naughty if he’s just sitting on the hard drive. Read on for a sneak peek of the steaming hot chemistry between Avalee and Dusty!


The minute Avalee spotted the dark brown cattleman-style hat, she craned to see the man wearing it. He stood off to the side of the arena, shifting from boot to boot.

Nerves. And no wonder. He was about to climb onto the back of a horse that’s job was to buck him onto his ass. Or head. Bronc riding was dangerous business, and Dusty had a lot on the line.

His name was announced. He gave his hands a fast flick as if dispensing the nerves through his fingertips. Avalee strained harder to see, wanting a glimpse of his face. This was an important moment in his life, and she wanted to witness the feelings that came with it.

Turned out she didn’t need to. She looked up at the big screen and there he was—the Everest of men. Coal-black beard that gave her very dirty thoughts of how it would feel as he dragged his jaw up her inner thigh to her soaking center.

Shuddering, she clasped her hands. At that moment, he looked up into the camera and gave a devilish wink and a crooked grin guaranteed to steal every woman’s heart in the arena—and more than a few men’s too.

He hooked a leg over the yellow bars corralling the horse he was about to ride.

“Dusty Waite is on Luck’s Side. His time to beat is 76. Dusty’s at the top of his game and is on track to follow in his father’s and brother’s footsteps,” the announcer called.

Avalee’s heart beat in her throat as she watched him adjust his grip, rope looped around his hand in a way that seemed more dangerous if he were to be thrown off. She scooted to the edge of her seat.

“This is the horse everybody wants to ride, folks. If he gets this horse during the finals, there’s no doubt he will win it all. I didn’t say ‘can win it all’. I said will.

The horse jostled the sides of the pen. Dusty shoved his hat down farther and gave a nod.

Avalee leaped to her feet as the horse rushed out kicking. The crowd cheered. More people around her stood too, but her gaze was riveted on the man being flung about in the saddle. The animal whirled and kicked. Five times…six. She lost count.

Dusty’s arm flailed in perfect counterbalance to the horse’s wild movements. The buzzer sounded and then he leaped out of the saddle and landed on his feet. When he tossed his hat into the air, the crowd went nuts.

Avalee bounced with the rest of the crowd, caught in the moment. The rush of seeing Dusty’s strong body, so in control…

He did a double-fist punch into the air and grinned just as the camera zoomed in on his handsome face. He seemed to be looking in another direction. She moved her attention from the big screen to look at the real deal in the arena.

A shiver ran down her spine and raised the hairs on her arms. He seemed to be…no. He wouldn’t be looking at her.

Still, it looked as though… She raised a hand and waved. Immediately he waved back.

Heart racing, she plopped into her seat again. How had he picked her out of the crowd? She was sitting with the wives and girlfriends—and she was sure one woman was an exotic dancer or maybe even a prostitute. She had no idea how Dusty noticed her in this crush of fans and chaos.

She watched him swagger all the way back to the sidelines. He vanished through a door, and she found herself on her feet, apologizing her way out of the row. She took the steps quickly, down, down. And started searching the shadows for where he may have disappeared.

An arm snagged her around the middle. She opened her mouth to scream, but the breath was punched from her lungs as her chest struck a wall of flesh. Black eyes flitted into her vision a split second before a hard mouth crushed over hers.

Her body reacted to Dusty’s scent, his flavors. She had no control over her arms that looped around his neck or her fingers that gripped his shoulder. His rough knuckle beneath her chin tipped her head to the side, angling her for the first plunge of his tongue.

A ragged cry left her as he swept the interior of her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her, hitching her fully against his big body. He smelled of leather, horse and man. Still in his chaps, his erection seemed pronounced between the cutout, but she realized that was all Dusty. Pure virile male.



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Spend Christmas With the Walker Family – Randi Alexander

Want to fall in love with four brothers? Jodi Redford brings you Dylan, Desiree Holt wants you to meet Killian, Sable Hunter has a Rogue for you, and Randi Alexander presents Jackson. Available for Pre-order Now:


The Sons of Dusty Walker, Randi Alexander, Desiree Holt, Sable Hunter, Jodi Redford

The Sons of Dusty Walker
Zoe and Dylan
Jodi Redford

Dylan Walker is no stranger to challenges. Discovering he had a family he knew nothing about? Hell, piece of cake compared to his current dilemma—hustling his bride-to-be to the altar. There’s zero chance of Zoe making an honest man out of him before year’s end, what with them juggling the demands of a new business and the constant hiccups foiling their upcoming nuptials.

To make matters worse, their soon-to-be in-laws have become a regular fixture at the Red Creek homestead. Not exactly conducive to quality intimate time with his woman. Solution? Whisk her away for some hot lovin’ guaranteed to set the bedsheets ablaze. Sweet talking Zoe into a little naughty nookie hooky is one thing. Persuading her to throw her wedding planner in the trash and elope instead? Not so fast, cowboy. But as the countdown to the big day draws near, Dylan and Zoe find out fate has one more surprise in store for them.


The Sons of Dusty Walker
Rori and Jackson
Randi Alexander

Jackson Walker is anxious about spending a whole week in Red Creek, Kansas with his newly-discovered brothers. Will they be able to work as a team at the company they inherited from their dad? Can they even be in the same room together without getting into a dust-up?

What he has no concerns about, however, is the woman he’s fallen crazy in love with, sexy, quirky computer engineer Rori Hughes. But that changes when her family comes to town with an offer she can’t refuse. Jackson is more confused than he’s ever been in his life, including the day when he’d been just fifteen and learned his father had a wife—who was not Jackson’s mother.

Rori has major decisions to make, and she can feel Jackson backing away from her as he finds too many commitments that keep him away from town and out of her arms. His frequent nightmares concern her, but even more disturbing is the strange woman in town who has been talking with Jackson, and going out of her way to avoid Rori.

As fall turns into winter, and the holidays quickly approach, will Jackson and Rori find a way around their suspicions and insecurities or will there be separate and heartbroken Christmases for each of them?

Read the first chapter on my WEBSITE


The Sons of Dusty Walker
Lexie and Killian
Desiree Holt

Lexie Choate and Killian Walker are still floating on a cloud of newly wedded bliss. Little did Killian know that an inheritance from his father would lead him to the love of his life. Now he’s living in Red Creek, Kansas, a place he’d never heard of before, and building up the stock on his newly established Appaloosa breeding ranch and enjoying every minute of every day with the love of his life. After a disastrous romance that ended her artistic career, Lexie had never thought to find real love again. Of course she hadn’t been prepared for Killian to walk into her safe little coffee shop, either. Now she’s wrapped up in wedded bliss and painting every spare moment she has. For the two of them, life could not possibly be better.

Until Killian convinces Lexie to enter some of her pieces in the County Art Fair. Not only does she take first place but she is also approached by a gallery owner from Savannah who happens to be visiting about doing a small one woman show. She’s nervous. After all, Savannah was the place where her life had fallen apart. But Killian, proud of his wife’s talent, encourages her and so with some trepidation she moves forward. Neither of them is prepared for how badly it will impact on their lives. With Christmas approaching, will they be celebrating the holiday together…or apart?


The Sons of Dusty Walker
Kit and Rogue
Sable Hunter

Happily-Ever-After or Wedding Bell Blues? The Lone Wolf, Rogue Walker, isn’t alone anymore. Not only has he been reunited with the love of his life, Kit Ross – he’s found a family, three brothers and a legacy left him by his father, Dusty Walker. Everything seems to be perfect. Kit has agreed to marry him and she’s having his baby. What could go wrong?


Just as soon as all the pieces have fallen into place, all hell breaks loose. Someone is out to destroy Rogue and take away everything he values, starting with his very identity.

Kit knows Rogue Walker is her destiny. The love and passion that flows between them is all-consuming. To begin their lives in style, she plans a surprise wedding and a hot-as-hell honeymoon. If sex were the only thing they had to worry about, their lives would be perfect – because these two can burn up the sheets like nobody’s business. Alas, there’s more to marriage than sex – who knew? Especially when there seems to be more than one bride.

Will the real Mrs. Rogue Walker please stand up?

Despite the seemingly insurmountable circumstances, true love will prevail – not only for the Walker clan but for another couple who has found their way to Red Creek, Kansas during this season of miracles – and believe you me – it’s going to take a big miracle to straighten out all of this…

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Penthouse and A New Night Fall Story!

How many people can brag they’ve been in Penthouse? So, maybe most people wouldn’t say it in public, AND most folks who might hear that news would be wondering, looking at me, whether I had a screw loose. But it’s true. And I’ve made appearances not once, but three times now!

Guess who’s in the December issue of Penthouse? Pretty cover, sexy pics, and my smutty little story, “The MILF Man“, right there on page 116. Look for it in the stores NOW!


And there’s the second cause for celebration, the release of the next story in the Night Fall series: Night Fall on Dark Mountain.


After the death of one of the members of the super-secret police unit aligned with the Vampire Council in southern Florida, werewolf Max Weir becomes the chief suspect. Sure a greater villain has used a were-clan’s hatred of vamps to strike against the unit, Max travels to the mountains of North Carolina to seek the truth and hopefully renew the centuries-old truce between the weres and vampires.

Alec Weir has a problem on his hands. The new sheriff on Dark Mountain must walk a fine line between upholding were-clan laws and saving his vamp-loving brother from certain death. Alec must find the traitor in the clan responsible for the attack on the vampires or watch his brother die. If that wasn’t enough, his chosen mate, Stasia McGwyre, seems to still hold a candle for Max.


I hope you’ll give both a try. I’d love to hear what you think. :)

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Guest Blogger Sandra Jones – There’s a New Sheriff in Town! – Win a $15 Gift Card

The newest installment in the River Rogues series, HIS MOST WANTED, is coming this Tuesday, November 17. This time our hero is Kit Wainwright, a hotshot gunslinger and heir to a St. Louis fortune.


While researching for my historical romance, I visited Fort Smith, Arkansas, the site of Hanging Judge Parker’s courtroom, to get a feel for sort of place where Kit would’ve lived. While there, I also ventured over to a real nineteenth century bordello and toured the boudoirs where Kit would’ve stayed many a night. Ohhhh, if only those walls could’ve talked!!

What would they have said? Well, I’m glad you asked. Here ya go—

It’ll take more than a badge to get her to confess her secrets.

Kit Wainwright only meant to stop the thief making off with his beloved uncle’s ashes. He wants to hang up his gun, become a law-abiding citizen and leave his violent past behind. But the mayor takes notice of his sharpshooting skills, slaps a badge on his chest and puts him in charge of cleaning up this lawless town. Starting with tracking down the notorious Velvet Grace.

Bordello owner Cora Reilly never meant to become a crusader. But after shooting the last corrupt sheriff in self-defense, she’s spent the last few months turning her hastily donned disguise into a local legend to defend the girls in her town from riff-raff.

There’s no way Cora can trust the handsome new sheriff. Yet Kit’s kisses leave her wanting to open her arms—and her bedroom—to soothe his grief. Even if it brings him too close to the truth that could send her to the gallows.

Warning: Contains a reluctant sheriff with a keen eye for a moving target, and a take-no-crap madam who isn’t about to let him get close. Okay, maybe just a little bit closer. Just this once…

To celebrate the release of HIS MOST WANTED, I’m having a release day blast. Head over to my website for a stop schedule and enter for a chance to win a $15 Amazon giftcard. Because who couldn’t use a little shopping money this time of year, right?

I hope to see you then. Check out all my latest news at www.SandraJonesRomance.com

You can also pre-order HIS MOST WANTED at these wonderful places in PRINT and DIGITAL:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Most-Wanted-River-Rogues-ebook/dp/B013HUVF4O/

Barnes & Noble:


Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/his-most-wanted

Itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/his-most-wanted/id1027696511?mt=11

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hismostwanted-1873637-162.html

Samhain: https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5635/his-most-wanted

Author Bio

Sandra Jones is a multi-published author of historical romances. A former bookseller and librarian, she’s always had her nose in a book.

When not researching or writing her next novel, she enjoys being with family, reading, cooking for her husband, and watching British TV. At home in the South, her house overlooks a river and a farm, where most days you can find her working to the sounds of wildlife and cattle.

Author Links

 Website: http://www.sandrajonesromance.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sandra-Jones-Author/428923117143918

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SJonesRomance

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SandraJones


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Holidays with Sexy Cowboys and Friends

Hi all. Happy Holidays.

It doesn’t get any better than spending the season with friends…unless you add nine sexy stories, with nine sexy cowboys to the blend. I’m one of the authors celebrating the season and bringing in 2016 in the Ring in a Cowboy Anthology.

Buy the boxed set right now while it’s on pre-sale @ $.99. Come on, that’s a dime each for stories from the awesome talent of Kathleen Ball, Rhonda Lee Carver, Amanda McIntyre, Hilde McQueen, Donna Michaels, Lexi Post, Tori Scott, Victoria Vane, and…Me. :)

AMAZON: http://amzn.to/1lfsvZu
iBOOKS: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1047805946
B&N http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ring-in-a-cowboy…/1122768892
KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/ring-in-a-cowboy

Anthology cover for Ring in a Cowboy

Wishing you holiday bliss!


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