Guest Rhonda Lee Carver Explains Why Writing Books Isn’t a 9 to 5 Job

Writing books isn’t a 9 to 5. 24/7 I’m a writer

I’m always on the time clock. Seriously, my last trip, to Lake Erie, was called a vacation. But no, it wasn’t. It was research. Truth is, every trip I take, even to the grocery store, is research. My mind is a sponge—looking for the next story, the next scene, the next cowboy of my dreams. Every beginning is a means to a story.

Am I complaining? Nah…not at all. What other job involves many men, gorgeous at that, who love pleasing? And there’s always lots of sex. Where else can I kill off enemies without wearing orange for the rest of my life—just kidding—well, sort of. A bonus, I can stay in my jammies all day, which definitely sparks my creative side. Odd, huh?

In my latest book, Second Dance Cowboy (Second Chance), a scene was created from a shopping trip at Walmart. Here’s a snippet…


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He rushed to keep up with her. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, he lost control of his cart and the front bumped into the end of the aisle display causing the stacks of paper towel rolls to come toppling to the floor. A young-faced boy wearing a red smock appeared out of nowhere, scowling and mumbling under his breath. When the young man brought his gaze upward and pinned Dillon with piercing eyes, he pointed at Peyton accusingly. She had no clue because she was already turning another corner.

Brushing past the evil worker, he finally caught up to Peyton again. How many aisles did this store have? “Did I say something last night that has made you angry?” He knew he was buzzing—maybe a little more than a buzz—but he hadn’t been drunk. He didn’t remember anything going horribly wrong—of course, his idea of horrible may not be her definition.

“Why would I be angry?” She continued shopping.

“I thought last night was nice.”

She came to a screeching halt, the sudden quiet of the cart alarming. She twisted and her gaze drilled him. He slowed and stopped. “Are you shopping for your girlfriend?”

The question threw him for a loop. “No.”

Her fist settled on her cocked hip. “Then it’s your time of the month?” One brow flipped upward.

“My time of the month for what?” He was at a complete loss. Since he’d entered this store, he’d been the target of Kung Fu stares and awkward flirting. Now he knew why he stayed out of chain grocery stores. This was out of his league.

Reaching into his pile of items, she grabbed a box and held it up. “Feminine napkins?”

He looked closer, reading the small print. “Shit!” What had he picked up? “They’re not mine.”

“I sort of guessed that.” One corner of her mouth lifted. At least she no longer eyed him like she could drop kick him into the wall.

“Okay, I’ll confess. I don’t shop here. In fact, I don’t shop at all.” With that admission, he pushed the cart to the side and stepped away, feeling a sudden sense of relief.

“Really? That’s a shocker.” Her sarcasm dripped from each word.

Coming Soon! Second Song Cowboy (Book 5, Second Chance)

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Military Romance coming out my ears! Prise Alert!








I don’t know why, but for the longest time, I wouldn’t write military romances. Sure I’d have an occasional ex-military hero, but never a soldier, sailor or marine on active duty, until recently.

As a former Army and Air Force reservist, I don’t know what my problem was. I love the military and the people who serve. They give so much of themselves and put their lives on the line defending our great country. They’re to be admired and thanked for their selfless service. Now that I’ve gotten a few military stories under my belt, I can’t get enough of them!

SEALSofSummer_3DBundle_200x158Many of you know that not only do I write as Myla Jackson, but I’m also Elle James. I started writing military romances last year with SEALS HONOR. I’ve since written SEALS DESIRE and SEALS EMBRACE. SEALS HONOR is available now and SEALS DESIRE will be by April 23rd. SEALS EMBRACE can be found in the SEALS OF SUMMER boxed set now for only 99 cents! It’s a bargain with 10 stories by 10 great authors. I’ll eventually publish SEALS EMBRACE by itself. I have 3 more SEAL stories I want to write this year in that series.

WyattsWar200But I had so much fun writing them as Elle James, I wanted to write some military hero brothers as Myla Jackson. I have the Magnus brothers coming out starting this year with WYATT’S WAR and MACK’S WITNESS. I had a lot of fun writing these two stories because my heroes are military, but they are in civilian settings in places I know and love. San Antonio, TX and Ireland! The men bring their skills to use as they protect the women they fall in love with from dangerous undesirables.

It’s going to be a year full of Military stories as I’m also writing a SEAL story for Harlequin as Elle James. I’m a very busy writer and having fun writing military. Stay tuned for lots of reading material this year and next!

Do you like reading military romances? What is it you like about military heroes?

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Name that Hat — and a Giveaway!

A muscular man in a cowboy hat


Wait, what? He’s wearing a HAT?

If you tear your gaze away from his chest, abs and biceps, yesiree, he is. But do you know what type of cowboy hat that is?


Study these hat styles closely. Leave your guess in the comment section.


1 lucky commenter will receive a signed paperback copy of LIP LOCK


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Read on for a peek at my brand new menage Licks and Promises!


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The moment she reached the truck, a delicious heat scorched her spine. She jerked to turn, but a dark cloth covered her eyes even as a big hand clasped over her mouth. A scream built in her throat.

Then the musky flavor of man met her lips.

A man she’d know the taste of if she were thrown blindfolded into a black pit. Her mouth went dry.

More rough hands caught her wrists and jerked them in front of her. Hemp as prickly as wire bit into her skin as the rope looped around and around her hands, binding them.

When the voice sounded, she forgot all about the frigid wind and only felt balmy breath across her cheek. “Don’t struggle, sweetheart.”

Loren’s lips grazed the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t have time to turn. Another set of lips crashed over hers, almost brutal in their need. Gasping, she opened to the tongue thrust inside.

Alex’s masculine flavor fogged her brain completely, and she couldn’t do more than sag. Loren supported her while Alex kissed her into a puddle of want. Her panties were instantly soaked and her nipples were straining hard without the barrier of a bra under Loren’s T-shirt she’d thrown on that morning.

Small squeaks built in her throat. Alex tore from the kiss, and she tried to follow him. With a groan, he grabbed her. The shock of his hard grasp tilted her world. Alex had never touched her so roughly.

Panic threatened. What if it wasn’t Alex?

Her mind soothed her while her senses went haywire. It’s Alex. No one else tastes like him. Except Loren after he’s sucked his cock.

Fresh need squeezed from the folds of her pussy.

When more hands closed around her waist and upper thigh, she cried out. Through the edges of the blindfold, daylight flashed as she was manhandled into the truck.

“Drive.” Alex’s voice was gritty.

The truck lurched forward, and Posy’s mind tumbled over what was happening. They were taking her somewhere. Her cowboys. Or were they? They’d never done anything like this.

“Wait! My purse!” she burst.

As the brakes were applied, her body rolled forward with the momentum. A strong arm locked around her. Then the door opened and boot steps faded away. Seconds later, they were back.

Posy relaxed against the back of the familiar vinyl seat. She’d know the sound of Loren’s steps anywhere. How many times had she laid in bed listening to him move around the house while she and Alex continued to snuggle?

But when neither of her lovers spoke, her mind did another 180. Fear nipped at her skin, raising the fine hair along her arms. God, her mouth was so dry. Was that really Alex? Loren?

Her stomach knotted. Something brushed her temple—Alex’s soft, slightly wavy hair? She opened her mouth to speak, but callused fingers entered her mouth, silencing her.

She could bite down and learn the identity of her kidnapper. But the minty-leathery taste sent her spinning the other direction. “Alex,” she whispered.

He stuffed his fingers deeper into her mouth as if pushing his cock into her throat. With a moan, she began to suck on him.

Another hand came down on her thigh, warm and heavy. Inching up her leg to the V between them. Wiggling down in the seat to meet his scorching touch, she continued to suck.

Alex snaked his tongue into her ear, raising brand new shivers. “Miss us?” he grated out.

Her breath hitched. “Y-yes.”

Loren probed her clit with an expert finger. Even through her jeans, he knew exactly where to find her pleasure button. She rocked against him, burning with desire.

Alex’s fingers left her mouth. She twisted to find the man she needed so badly. Loren pressed on her clit even as he took control of her mouth.

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Em Petrova

~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~





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A Trip Deep into Cowboy Country to Cowgirl-Up!

Last week, I spent a few days at a friend’s ranch in western South Dakota. One of my favorite times was having coffee at the kitchen table in the morning and looking out the window at the butte.


Then the horses wandered up to the house with their friend the billy goat. Once they got used to me, they were very friendly.


I saddled Ace one day, (with Tiss’s help) and took a short ride.


The ranch is quiet and pastoral, and despite working half my butt off two of the days I was there, I had a nice, relaxing visit.


I’m hoping I’ll be heading back there again sometime soon. Thank you for hosting me, Tiss, I’m blessed to have a friend like you!


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Wild and Wicked – I’m looking for THE PERFECT MAN!

Okay, I’m taking applications. I have a position to fill. I’m looking for the perfect man. When I find him, he will be one lucky son of a gun. Cause I’m going to give him things of which he could only dream! You see, I can be very, very good to a guy. I intend to treat this hero like a king.

My life is not what I want it to be. I’m lonely. I find myself talking to the dog and my bed is so damn big that I could literally throw a party in it and have room left over. And that’s a shame, cause I have an awful lot of love to give. Just piles and piles! And I’m sweet and tender and loving – and I like sex and I’m good at it! Can you sense my frustration?

First I’ll tell you what I’m offering, and then I’ll tell you what I want. And bear with me, I know my readers are mostly women, I’m practicing here.


  1. I cook, quite well. I will fix you a gourmet meal once a day – but I don’t cook breakfast. I can’t eat breakfast. I eat muffins with my coffee, bacon and eggs sorta ick me out – -  – - but, I will prepare you luscious Cajun or TexMex meals with home baked desserts. And if you’ll smile at me, I’ll sit in your lap and feed you, kissing you in between bites.
  2. I’ll buy you surprises. I love surprises and I want you to have them too. Anything from golf clubs to clothes to ‘the meat of the month’ club. (Actually that sounds like something I’d enjoy – ha!) A new car might not be too far-fetched, all depends on what kind of foot rubs you can do.
  3. I’m entertaining – a good conversationalist, I can sing and play piano – if you need to be entertained. I like to watch movies, but not reality shows. And soft porn is an option. But the main entertainment I offer is research for the novels. I’d like a volunteer to try out sex scenes and positions that I need to get just right….
  4. Sex – okay, let’s put our cards on the table. I like sex. And I offer it twice a day, maybe more including blow jobs, which I adore. Missionary is my favorite, although I will try anything and I have a breast fetish – I want your lips on mine as much as possible.
  5. Travel – I like to travel. You can help me drive my RV and research for my novels – - what shall we call you….Recreation Specialist…. Now that has possibilities.


I prefer dark haired guys. And if you have a dimple in your chin, I’ll swoon. Cowboys are encouraged to apply – I have a weakness for cowboy boots, but I also have a soft spot for tennis shoes or deck shoes. So, what I’m saying is that I won’t rule anyone out based on their background or geographical location.

I want you to be taller than me – but hey, I’m 5’3 and a pinch, so that wouldn’t be hard – near six foot would be a bonus. Eye color is unimportant as long as you’ll stare into mine.

Muscles, I like them, but I will give you every opportunity to build some through vigorous workouts in the bedroom – ha!

I like longer hair, but I will run my fingers through it no matter its length.

Sense of humor – well, that’s a must cause you’re gonna need it with me. I’m a klutz and a workaholic and I pout a little.

MUST LOVE ANIMALS, since I come with a menagerie from dogs to cats to bulls and goats.

Must want to be loved, cause I tend to get attached. Marriage is not required, but faithfulness is.


You don’t have to be real. In fact, I don’t expect you to be real. I’m going to dream you up and put you in the pages of a book. Not that I wouldn’t love for you to be someone I could hold and hug and love, but I can live with the fact you’re not really in my life as long as you’re willing to live in my dreams.

My writing is a direct product of my daydreams, so the male lead is a huge responsibility and there is an opening. Now the female role is filled – that’s me. Always. I made a huge mistake in Welcome To My World – I made her blonde! Now, I actually have someone else’s image stuck in my head and its not working. I should have never varied from my standard – which was me – waist length dark hair down to my butt, me at my thinnest, tanned, and CUTE AS A BUG!

So, if you’d spread it around. I need to fill this position ASAP. My current crush has expired, they killed him off! So, if you know of anyone you think would qualify to stand in for the McCoy cousins and other heroes of mine – please send him my way!


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Sabrina York Shares A Cowboy for Delilah—A Scorching Hot Cowboy. With a very large…Jack

Who doesn’t love a cowboy? My heroine, Delilah in my Cowboy Heat contribution, a Cowboy for Delilah. A hard boiled city lawyer, our heroine is just coming off a bad experience with a cowboy, and has sworn off the breed. But when she meets Landon McCoy, she is unprepared for the heat that slams her like a tsunami. Can he convince her to give their relationship a chance?

GAWD, I hope so.

I live in the city myself, or near one, so there aren’t a lot of cowboys around. For inspiration, I had to travel to a land far, far away where hot and horny cowpokes abound. I call this magical land… Pintrest. You can visit yourself and check out my Pintrest Cowboy page ( and while you’re there, you might find some inspiration of your own on my other pages. Happy hunting!

Here’s a little more about my steamy addition to the Heat…


A Cowboy for Delilah by Sabrina York

From the Cowboy Heat Anthology

The last thing this independent, high-powered lawyer wants is a cowboy in her life, but one steamy kiss from a sexy rancher burns her resolve to a crisp


What a disaster. Delilah glared at her rental car in helpless frustration. She hated the feeling. She was hardly a frail, fragile woman. She prided herself on the fact that she was self-sufficient and didn’t need anyone. Counting on others was, after all, a recipe for disappointment.

Hard, cold experience had taught her that.

Yet here she was. In the boondocks. In six-inch heels. With a flat tire.

Oh, she could change a fricking tire. Hell, she could rip out and refurbish a transmission. But the idiots at the wilderness rental car company hadn’t bothered to put a jack in the trunk. She was resourceful…but not that resourceful. Even if she could channel her MacGyveresque tendencies, there was nothing out on this barren plain she could use to lever her car up high enough to do the job.

So here she stood by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, in six-inch heels and without cell phone service—the epitome of a helpless woman. All she needed was slasher music and she could be the star of a horror flick.

A plume of dust blossomed on the horizon and her mood lifted. Oh, thank god. Someone was coming. No one had passed in the two hours since the blowout.

Hopefully, it wasn’t a slasher.

The plume grew. A beat-up pickup topped one rise, and then the next. The truck rolled to a stop in front of her crippled Honda.

Oh. Lovely. Her savior had a gun rack.

Delilah covered her mouth and nose as the cloud of dust caught up with the truck and engulfed her. Angie’s birthday party had better be worth all this trouble.

She plastered a smile on her face and turned to greet the Good Samaritan. At least, she hoped he was a Good Samaritan. She was quite alone on this deserted stretch of road and—

Oh god.

He unfolded himself from the cab of his truck, and her breath wedged in her throat. He was enormous. And, judging from his ratty chambray shirt, shit-kicker boots and Stetson, he was a cowboy.

She hated cowboys. Selfish, misogynistic sons of bitches. Her fake smile threatened to become a very real grimace.

He stepped closer through the lingering cloud of dust, and Delilah’s heart ker-chunked. He was gorgeous. Not only was he tall—which she really liked in a man—he was big. Broad and brawny and muscular. His face was a dream from his heavily lashed brown eyes to the intriguing dent on his chin. She had to remind herself why cowboys and city girls didn’t mix, but even that couldn’t keep her from ogling his forearms. His sleeves were rolled up, just enough to give her a glimpse of defined veins and a sprinkling of dark hair. She loved veiny forearms.

Damn. Why couldn’t he have been something other than a cowboy? Or, if he had to be a cowboy, why couldn’t he have been an old one…with Dunlap syndrome—where his belly done lapped over his belt?

“Howdy.” His voice was deep and smoky.

Delilah couldn’t appreciate the sultry timbre. Of all greetings in the universe, Howdy was her least favorite.

“Having some trouble?” He whipped off his Stetson to wipe his brow and thick black curls tumbled out.

Curls. Not fair. Why couldn’t he be bald?

Delilah cleared her throat. “Flat tire.”

He glanced at her car. A dimple exploded on his cheek.

Dimples were her kryptonite.

“Would you like me to change it for you? You do have a spare?”

Yeah. There it was. Sure he was superhot, gorgeous and sexy as hell. But his patronizing tone squelched any simmering temptation she might have been harboring.

That’s how it was with cowboys, wasn’t it? They saw all women as helpless, idiot creatures stumbling around in six-inch heels, batting their lashes and flashing their boobs and simpering.

Delilah was not a simperer. She was a fuck-you, take-no-prisoners, hard-core lawyer, who could take care of herself just fine.

But she did have a flat. And no jack. She kinda needed his help.

So she batted her lashes. “Um. I think there’s a tire thingy in the…what do you call it? Trunk?” She affected a Southern drawl and thrust out her boobage, just for good measure.

It annoyed her that he bought her act. And it kind of didn’t. The bedazzled look in his eyes was a salve to her ego. After Trevor and all. It was nice to know she could still appeal to a man. Even a redneck cowboy.

He loped over to her car—yes, loped. She tried not to stare at his ass but his jeans were tight. It was a challenge to look elsewhere. He bent to search the trunk—again, a mighty fine ass—and stood, tipping back his Stetson. His profile, against the bird’s-egg-blue backdrop of the sky, stole her breath.

“There’s no jack.”

“No what?”

He sighed and headed for his truck, pulling out an impressively fancy jack. “This,” he said, “is a jack. You use it to lift the carriage up high enough to change the tire.”

It was so sweet the way he made his voice all slow and pedantic. You know, so she could understand. Idiot woman that she was.

“Gosh. You’re smart.” She probably didn’t need to gush quite that much, but hell, she hated condescending men. Especially cowboys. But she might as well have fun with this.

He knelt and fitted the jack and started cranking. His muscles bunched, forearms bulging with each pump.

Delilah sighed, and told herself it was only a pretend sigh, but her gaze was riveted to the sight. “You are such a big, strong man.”

He flashed a grin at her.

Yeah. Of course he did. Men loved to be told how big and strong they were. She completely ignored the dimples erupting all over his bristled cheek. Did he never shave? “How can I ever repay you?”

He stilled. The glint in his eye was horrifying. Crap. Had she gone too far with her helpless female shtick? She was all alone. On a deserted highway. With an enormous Neanderthal cowboy.

When he tipped his head to the side, her trepidation vanished. He looked more like a mischievous boy than a mad rapist-slasher. “How about a kiss?”

Delilah blinked. “A…what?”

“A kiss. Just a little one.”

Her brain fogged over. And it wasn’t horror at the prospect of a strange man demanding a kiss on the side of a deserted road that muddied the waters. It was pure exhilaration at the thought of his mouth devouring hers, those arms wrapping around her, that massive chest, warm and hard as he yanked her close…

Aw hell.

Why was she always attracted to the wrong guys? She wanted a man who liked opera and dreamed of traveling to Italy. Not a guy who listened to Country and Western music, spat chew into a bean can, and whose dream of an exciting evening was a night at the local bar playing pool.

“What do you say, ma’am? One kiss, in exchange for my…services?” When she hesitated, he repeated, “A little one.”

Why she nodded, she had no clue.

Well, she knew why she nodded—because she was incapable of speech.

Why she agreed was the mystery.

Then again, he was superhot. She ached to know how he tasted…and it wasn’t as though they would ever see each other again. Besides, if things got out of hand, she had mace. And she knew how to use it.

At her assent, he sprang into action. It was astounding how quickly he changed that tire. He tossed the flat into the trunk, returned his jack to his truck and wiped his hands.

“All done.”

Her heart skittered as he stepped closer.

“Time for payment.”



“Mrs. Morgan and the Marshal” by Emma Jay A dalliance with the sexy town marshal makes a woman rancher question which she wants most, her independence or him

“Remember” by Mia Hopkins A jilted bride saddles up with the blazing-hot cowboy stripper hired for her cancelled bachelorette party

“Cowboy Downtime” by Cheyenne Blue Passion ignites at a polocrosse game in the Australian outback—she plays attack, he plays defense, and their sexy wager decides the winner

“Coming Home” by Megan Mitcham A busted-up rodeo champion finds the squirt he tormented in youth transformed into a fiery woman challenging him to become the man she deserves

“Her Captured Cowboy” by Layla Chase A lonely woman, ostracized by Colorado townspeople after years in Indian captivity, takes what she needs from a wandering cowboy

“Back Stage Pass” by Cynthia D’Alba A sexy night with a hired escort, who looks exactly like a woman’s favorite country singer, leaves her with a back stage pass and a lot of burning questions

“Unfinished Business” by Cat Johnson A class reunion gives one woman a second chance with a sultry cowboy from her past

“At the Mercy of the Cowboy” by Amber Lin A new farmhand finds rough living and an even rougher cowboy to soothe away her pain

“Cowboy Adonis” by Michael Bracken When a naked cowboy rises from a stock pond, a nature photographer’s assignment gets personal

“Denim and Lace” by Robie Madison One woman in a pair of rhinestone heels plus two sexy cowboys equals a highly combustible combination

“One Track Cowboy” by Delilah Devlin After tracking two lost hikers, a park ranger and a local rancher lose themselves to a wild passion

“Skin Deep” by Randi Alexander A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface

“Drop Two Tears in a Bucket” by Shoshanna Evers Alone on her Montana cattle ranch after her husband divorces her, a woman finds satisfaction in the arms of the one cowboy she can’t resist

“A Cowboy for Delilah” by Sabrina York The last thing this independent, high-powered lawyer wants is a cowboy in her life, but one steamy kiss from a sexy rancher burns her resolve to a crisp

“Shall We Dance?” by Myla Jackson When a lonely woman gives private dance lessons to a shy, sexy cowboy, she stumbles on passion worth fighting for


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Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

Books by Sabrina York

A Cowboy for Delilah (Erotic Contemporary for the Cowboy Heat Anthology, Cleis Press)

Adam’s Obsession (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)

Brigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon

Dark Fancy (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)

Devlin’s Dare: A Tryst island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)

Dragonfly Kisses: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)

Extreme Couponing (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Fierce (One Night Stand, Decadence Press)

Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)

Folly (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)

Heart of Ash: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)

Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave)

Pushing Her Buttons (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Man Hungry (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)

Rebound is now available on Smashwords

Rising Green (Erotic Horror, Ellora’s Cave)

Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin’ Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)

Smoking Holt: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)

Training Tess (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)

Trickery (Erotic Contemporary with Magical Elements, Ellora’s Cave Hex Line)

Tristan’s Temptation (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)


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Naughty Nuggets

pinchofnaughty_msrHi everyone. I love finding historical whimsy to enrich a story. I thought I’d share one such bit today.

Nothing caused more social upheaval than the invention of the rubber condom in (1855).The readily available, mass produced sheath, allowed families the freedom to control the number of children they’d have.

Condoms prevented disease, pregnancy, and by extension, fewer women dying in childbirth.  It also became apparent that they could be used not only to prevent pregnancy and disease during sexual intercourse, but encouraged coupling for purposes of pleasure.

To quell these insidious ideas, the United States government passed The Comstock Act in 1873, labeling contraceptive devices and educational health-related materials to be pornographic.  Of course, condoms didn’t fall out of use. Instead, French Letters, as they were named, were avidly traded and sold illegally.

Cyrus Burke, my hero in Pinch of Naughty, keeps a supply of condoms on hand, and in this scene explains their use to his new paid companion/housekeeper.


In the bedroom, he made short work of her clothes, rendering her naked before he led her to the bed. Standing her in front of him, he sat on the edge of the mattress, ready to roll on a condom.

Cyrus prided himself on his ability to go long and hard, drawing bed sports out for hours before spilling his seed. But as he looked at Eleanor, every muscle in his body tensed. The need to shoot squeezed his nuts like a vise.

“Turn the light off—please.” The first part was a crisp demand. She added the last, softening it to a polite request as she stared at the wall above his head.

If she’d whimpered, he’d’ve let her have her way. But there she was, ready to do battle again. So we’re going to pretend you don’t want it tonight, huh?

Cyrus relaxed inch by inch, regaining his control as his sense of humor kicked in. God in heaven, he could smell her arousal, her skin was flushed with desire and her nipples stood at attention, begging to be sucked.

“Nope.” He smiled when he refused her. “I want to watch us fucking tonight.”

“You are a sinful devil.” Apparently scandalized, her gaze unlocked from the wall and shifted to his face.

“Yep,” Cyrus said and grinned. “Now that we’re clear on my character, you can put this on.” He handed her the condom.

He pulled her closer to him until she stood between his legs. Her lips parted in astonishment as her creamy skin blossomed pink. Eleanor, of the cult of pure womanhood, held the rubber in her hand and peered down at his cock.

“I-I-I… I don’t know how,” she stuttered.

“Think of my dick as a tool you’re covering.” Swear to God, he felt as long and thick as her rolling pin when he growled his instructions.

Eleanor caught her lower lip in her teeth, biting on it as she prepared to sheathe him. He brought her hand to his engorged member, wrapping her palm around his naked length before he leaned back on the mattress, thrusting upward in her grasp. “Familiarize yourself with my equipment, Eleanor.”

He kept her hand wrapped in his because she looked mutinous, ready to argue.

“This is unnecessary. You are an idiot.” She squeezed his shaft for emphasis.

He couldn’t control his grunt of pleasure.

Startled, she squeezed him again and said, “Your eyes look strange.”

No doubt they were crossed and about to roll back in his head. He released his grip when she tentatively began to explore on her own. Her fingers reached the liquid seeping from his slit and she jerked away, stroking down his bare length once before coming back to investigate his pre-cum. When she swirled her finger around his cock head and peered closer, his jaw locked tight and his toes curled.

“Cover. My. Tool,” he managed to say.


Eleanor Lacey’s husband is as dead as their sexless marriage. While she waits for the law to decide if she’s widowed or divorced, she leaves scandal in Connecticut behind and flees to Texas to begin anew. But she needs money—fast. What better way to earn her grubstake, than by cooking meals for the richest rancher in the state?

Cyrus Burke works hard for every penny he makes and prides himself on knowing where to cut costs. He doesn’t want a wife cluttering up his life. His housekeepers are good enough—round the clock employees tending his sexual appetite, too. Mrs. Lacey applies for the position and looks like a promising candidate. Delicious in fact, as smooth and creamy as a tasty tart.

When Eleanor and Cyrus come together, it’s a recipe for hot love—take one wickedly willful widow and one arrogantly masterful man, add a dash of decadent desire, a pinch of sizzling naughty, and turn up the fire.

5 Lips and a Recommended Read

…This is the kind of book which you start and you can’t stop reading until you’re done with it and then you want to read it all over again—it’s that good.

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Say HOWDY, COWBOY! for Your Chance to Win a Paperback or Ebook

I love a good pickup line. My short story, Skin Deep, in the Cowboy Heat Anthology, has our heroine, Layne, starting out just being friendly with a quiet cowboy at The Wrong Turn Bar. She buys him a beer.

When she toasts her ex-boyfriend, the two of them start talking. Then things start to get hot, and they learn that, besides the way both of them are always getting stared at, they each have a lot of hurt in their lives.

And it all started with a beer!

How would you pick up a cowboy? (for those of us who are ‘taken’ already, here’s your chance to fantasize!


Book Blurb of Skin Deep: A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface.

Layne Starwood drives all the way from Denver to a barely-there town in rural Colorado to drink away her self-pity in a watering hole aptly-named The Wrong Turn Bar. Taking a seat near one of the three customers, she orders a beer and begins her mission. Starting up a conversation with the quiet cowboy hiding in the shadow of his Stetson, she unburdens her sad story on him then is shocked to learn of his tragic history.

The scar on his face mirrors the ache in his heart, and after a long evening of talking, Layne realizes the man is as modest and kind as he is funny. She lets herself indulge in a touch, a kiss, and a wild, hot hour in his arms. Can she convince him to spend the rest of the weekend with her, or are his scars too deep for her to try to heal?

Excerpt from Skin Deep: Layne placed her hand in his and the zing of awareness rattled her. She stood and found herself almost a foot shorter than the cowboy.

Kyle set his hand on her lower back and guided her toward the door. His height and the sure way he led her caused her heartbeat to rev. As they passed the pretty boys, she could almost smell the testosterone wafting off Kyle, as if he was marking what was his.

The thought of being his made her core jitter with delight. His hand on her back warmed her through her whole body. The rain had slowed, and as he helped her up into his truck, his hands lingered on her just long enough to make her crazy for more of the cowboy.

He slid into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. “Your bachelorette party, huh?”

“I must have forgotten to tell you that part.” She’d intentionally left it out of her story. “Guess it makes me look kind of…” She stared out the side window. “Pathetic.” Driving all this way for a canceled party. Pathetically crazy.

“Hey.” His voice came out stern.

She turned to look at him.

“I’d say you were brave to do this. Seeking closure, right?” He got the truck moving toward the motel and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I’m impressed. You’ve got a lot more going for you than your looks.”

She sucked in a breath. He was pretty damn amazing. Every instinct told her she could trust him, and every intuition said she shouldn’t let him slip away.

Kyle pulled up in front of room seven, jumped out, and helped her down from the high seat. He walked her to her door, opened it and flipped the switch to turn on the lamp. He leaned in and glanced around her room to make sure it was safe.

“Can I pay you for the ride?” They stood outside under the overhang as rain formed a wall, sealing them alone together.

He looked down at her, his gorgeous eyes narrowing with a sexy look. He took her wrist and tugged her close. “Yeah, you can.”

Oh hell, yes! She wanted this cowboy, every perfectly macho inch of him. Wrapping her hand around the nape of his neck, she pressed her breasts to his chest and went up on tiptoes.

He groaned and lowered his lips to hers.

Her skin flushed hot, her heart thudded, and between her legs, her pussy tingled and ached.

His kiss took everything she had, his tongue feasting on her, tasting and teasing.

The earth moved, but wait—it was him walking her backward into her room. The door slammed and he pressed her back against it.

His steaming-hot body flattened against her front as the door cooled her back. His kiss slowed while he sucked her tongue into his mouth, encouraging her to explore and sample him. Beer and spices from the burger, and a male taste all his own combined on her tongue. She ran her tongue over his lip, loving the texture of his scar.

He ground the rise in his jeans into her mound, hot and hungry.

She needed to be closer. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled and buttons popped.

He tossed his hat, ripped away the rest of his shirt, then went for her T-shirt, ripping it down the front.

Animal instinct arose in her and her hips bucked forward, demanding his intrusion into her, his hard cock into her wet slit. He ripped the front of her bra in two, mumbling, “I’ll pay for it.” Her breasts spilled out and her puckered nipples prickled in the cool air, then warmed as his gaze locked on them.

“I don’t give a damn about my clothes.” She reached for his belt.


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Shall We Dance?

Young handsome man on orange background.I love movies about dancing and stories about people coming alive again when they learn to dance. Probably because I love to dance! I grew up during the Disco era. I know, that dates me. I used to practice disco dancing in my mother’s basement and sneak into the bars in Hot Springs, AR when I was only 16-17 years old just to be able to dance. When I married a man who doesn’t dance, I really mourned the loss of that part of my life. Any time I get to dance,  I do it.

Several years back (20+) three of us ladies from the place where I worked decided we deserved a night out. We ditched our husbands and went to a county-western dance hall in San Antonio. We all tried to keep up with each other drinking and we hoped and prayed some fella would ask us to dance. We about gave up when the UGLIEST guy in the place asked me to dance. Personally, I didn’t care if he looked like the tail end of a horse’s butt, I wanted to dance. So I jumped out of my chair and dragged him to the floor.

And it was like magic! The man had the face only a mother could love, but he could dance like nobody’s business! The three of us ladies shared him, dancing to  our hearts’ delight. He had a sweet story too. His wife had walked out on him after five years of marriage. He sat around feeling sorry for himself and finally picked himself up by the bootstraps and took dance lessons. Now he never lacks a partner.

Goes to show, looks aren’t everything. I’d take dancing over looks any day! This was the basis for my story SHALL WE DANCE in the COWBOY HEAT anthology of short stories published by CLEIS Publishing. It’s a sweet, sexy short story, but came from my heart.  And it has characters from my series UGLY STICK SALOON.

The COWBOY HEAT anthology is a collection of short stories about cowboys and it was pulled together by my sister DELILAH DEVLIN. So you know they had to be good to get into the anthology. She almost didn’t choose mine saying it was too sweet. I’m really glad she did. The story needed to be told.

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Cowboy Heat Blog Tour–Monster Prize Chest and Great Authors!

This is a drive by—no bullets, just a quick shout out to let you know that the authors of COWBOY HEAT are hosting a blog tour, complete with a slew of prizes, daily winners, and great posts by authors you love! Don’t miss a date!


Cowboy Heat Blog Tour

Be sure to follow us, post comments along the way, because beyond daily prizes awarded, we have a monster rafflecopter giveaway too! Check out the stops…

3/31 Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess (Guest Post #1 by Cheyenne Blue )

3/31 Angels With Attitude Book Reviews (Spotlight)

3/31 C&F (Spotlight)

3/31 Monlatable Reviews (Spotlight)

4/1 Night Owl Reviews (Guest Post #1 by Cat Johnson)

4/2 Books and Fandom (Spotlight)

4/2 Snarky Mom Reads… (Spotlight)

4/3 Book Monster Reviews
(Guest Post #1 by Delilah Devlin)

4/4 Perusing Princesses (Spotlight) (Guest Post #1 by Cynthia D’Alba)

4/4 Two Sassy Chicks (Guest Post #1 by Megan Mitchum)

4/5 Mythical Books (Guest Post #2 by Sabrina York)

4/6 KT Book Reviews (Guest Post #2 by Randi Alexander)

4/7 In The Pages of a Good Book (Guest Post #2 by Mia Hopkins)

4/8 babbling about books and, more (Guest Post #1 by Emma Jay)

4/8 (Guest Post #1 by Layla Chase)

4/9 Tome Tender (Guest Post #1 by Megan Mitchum)

4/10 Read More Romance (Guest Post #1 by Mia Hopkins)

4/10 – deal sharing aunt (Guest Post #1 by Myla Jackson)

4/11 – For Whom The Books Toll (Guest Post #1 by Randi Alexander)

4/11 – Dirty Girl Romance (Spotlight)

4/13 Inner Goddess (Guest Post #1 by Sabrina York)

4/13 The Lusty Literate (Guest Post #2 by Emma Jay)

4/13 The Snarkology (Guest Post #2 by Cat Johnson)

4/13 We Love Kink (Guest Post #2 by Cheyenne Blue )

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