Rhinestone Cowgirl -Book 5- and Contest!-Rhonda Lee Carver

I’m almost finished with Book 5 of the Rhinestone Cowgirls series–Resisting Pressure! It’ll be up for pre-order in a few days, so watch for details coming soon.

I’m including an unedited excerpt. Hope it gets you by until it releases in October!

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“You were tucked up real nice and tight at my side, your fingers tugging at my belt buckle and I sort of lost touch with reality.”  He shifted in his worn boots then kicked up a rock.

“Oh, in that case, you’re completely forgiven.”

“Am I?”

“No! However, I do appreciate you admitting that a man can’t think when he has a—” she slipped her gaze to his zipper, rolling her tongue along the plump curve of her bottom lip, “–problem.”

“I wasn’t the only one with a ‘problem’, sweetheart.” His deliberate grin drove through her like a pitchfork.

How could she argue? She’d wanted him in a very bad, but very good, way. “Good thing we came to our senses, huh?” She sniffed loudly and walked ahead of him, knowing he watched her closely. She put an extra amount of shake in her sashay, just for looks.

“Face the facts, Violet. You nearly jumped  my bones back at the restaurant. Good thing I  got us the hell out of there or we’d be sitting in a jail cell for indecent exposure.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Keefer. It makes you look very ugly.” Liar! As angry as she was, she still thought he was the most handsome man she’d laid eyes on. The way his Wranglers fit nice, tight buns and large, calloused hands that could offer lots of fun for her sensitive flesh…whoo-wee. Even with the ego that stretched for miles, he could still make her libido hum a melody. Maybe it had something to do with the bad-ass quality. The deep, white scar on his left cheek made him look dangerous. A good girl always liked a challenge, however, she was far from being a ‘good’ girl.

“And like your snooty attitude makes you look any better.” He snorted. “I do believe the witch forgot her broomstick.”

She stopped and jabbed her finger into the middle of his chest. “I might be a witch, but I have good reason. You try walking a mile on gravel in these heels and then we’ll see how you feel! Until then, stick your opinion where the sun doesn’t sh–”

He pressed his finger against her lips. “Let’s not make things worse. Okay, darlin’? The sexual attraction is already off the charts and your anger only gets me hotter.”

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Something’s about to Spark in Texas – Mari Carr

Something Sparked-highresSomething Sparked is out tomorrow and Maris, Texas will never be the same!

The Sparks family is back again and this time…it’s Jeannette’s turn to get her life sorted out. In a family of rambunctious cousins, she’s used to being the shy, quiet one. But when she comes out of her shell, she comes OUT in style. Maris’ firefighters, Diego and Luc have had their eye on her for years and when they spy a way to finally convince her to go out with them, they take it.

The end result? A sexy m/m/f affair.

Sparks in Texas, book 3

Jeannette’s life is…nice. Great job in the family restaurant, cute house, sweet cat. All very nice…and boring…and maybe a little lonely. But she’ll suffer that price for the safety she desperately covets. Now, if only something could keep her safe from the temptation that is Luc and Diego. The gorgeous firemen are a danger to her libido, if not her heart.

Lovers Luc and Diego have had a hunger for the pretty cook at Sparks Barbecue since they rolled into town three years ago. But everyone knows Jeannette doesn’t date, so the men’s lust seems destined to go unslaked, no matter how much they want her in their bed. If friendship is all she’s willing to offer, Luc and Diego will greedily take it.

That changes quickly when an arsonist throws Jeannette in harm’s way, forcing her to find security and comfort in Luc and Diego’s arms. But the trio’s simmering heat is barely a flicker before the men learn Jeannette has secrets that run dark and deep…presenting them with a challenge unlike any they’ve yet to face.

Note: This book contains a scene of abuse from 16-year-old Jeannette’s past.


Throughout the dance she’d shared with Luc, she had been aware of Diego’s eyes on them. Somehow knowing he’d been watching had excited her, though she was hard-pressed to understand why. It was as if she wanted Diego to know how Luc was making her feel…because she sensed that made Diego happy.

Which was bizarre, because she had no idea if that was true or not.

Diego took her into his arms, tugging her until her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest. He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate. He simply took. While that idea should terrify her, it didn’t. Instead, he had a way of making her feel cherished, safe, protected.

Like Luc, Diego was a skilled dancer. With subtle pushes and pulls, he guided them, taking over so that she could just enjoy the moment.

“You liked Luc’s kiss.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes.”

“I liked watching it.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Do you understand now?”

It was a vague question, but Jeannette didn’t need clarification. She knew what he was alluding to. She nodded.

“You feel it to. I can see it in your eyes. Even though you’re dancing with me, focused just on me, you know he’s there watching us. It makes you hot and shivery inside, doesn’t it?”

She swallowed, struggling to find her voice. “It does, but—” She tried to stop herself, tried to beat back the fears. It appeared Nettie refused to go down without a fight.

“But nothing.” Diego tightened his grip. However, this time she couldn’t sink into the embrace. Her back stiffened as self-preservation and years of running away ganged up on her.

He loosened his hold, tipping her chin up, forcing her to face him. “We’re going to take this nice and slow, Jeannette. But we’re not stopping.”

“I can’t…do…” Again, the words died. She couldn’t go where they wanted to take her. But damn if she didn’t want them to try anyway.

“You can’t tonight. I can see that. But we’re not going to stop trying. We’ve got as many nights as we need, all the time in the world.”

She frowned and asked the question that had tormented her since they’d pulled her into the park and insisted on this date. “Why would you go to all that trouble?”

“If this weren’t our first date, I’d take you home and turn you over my knee for that. Even now, I’m sorely tempted.”

Had he seriously just threatened to spank her? And was she honestly disappointed he was resisting? God, this whole night was confusing. And maddening. And sexy as hell.

Regardless, her spine stiffened. “All I’m saying is, you and Luc could basically have your pick of women around here. I’m not sure why you’d want—”

Diego placed his finger over her lips. “I’m going to advise you to stop while you’re ahead. If I hear one more self-deprecating comment come out of those pretty lips of yours tonight, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. And believe me, angel, as much as you might want to tempt me on that, you aren’t ready for it.”

Jeannette wasn’t sure how to reply. Diego’s thumb stroked her lower lip, his gaze glued to her mouth like a starving man eyeing a steak.

Though the slow music continued to fill the air, couples swaying back and forth around them, neither of them moved. Instead, they stood there, on the edge of the floor, and looked at each other.

Diego didn’t seek to close the distance between them. In fact, it seemed as if he were waiting for something. Waiting for her.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

He smiled at her request. He had been waiting for an invitation. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

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Crazy Month of August – by Marie Tuhart

What can I say, it’s been that type of month.   I actually can’t believe the month is almost over.

My book Bound & Teased released on 8/14 every where except Amazon. There was a slight snafu with the Amazon file and when my publisher went to fix it – well lets just say Amazon broke.  After much begging and pleading, my publisher was able to get the file up but Amazon set the release date at 8/31 rather than 8/21 (which only would have been a week later than everywhere else.)

So, right now if you want to get Bound & Teased, you can pre-order it from Amazon for $2.99 rather than the full price of $4.99 click here. It will go back to full price on Monday 8/31.

And one of my older books Roped & Ready made #1 on the Amazon best seller list in Erotica Westerns and Saddle Up made #37 on the Amazon best seller list in Erotic Westerns.

Roped & Ready was on a $.99 cent sale you can click here to see if its still on sale (sale was supposed to end 8/28 but you never know).

If any of you are in the Everett Washington area – I’m at a book signing on Sunday 8/30 at the Waterfront BookFestival with a bunch of my buddies!

Bring cash for raffle tickets! ALL proceeds from the raffle will go to Wildfire relief support!

Have a great weekend.

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SABLE’S SEX SCENE ‘S’ELEBRATION – Contest Results and a new Contest

Well, I finished IF I CAN DREAM, fifteen days over my own personal deadline, but sometimes I just get out of hand. I’ll blame it on Tennessee and Molly, they led me a wild chase – but it’s done, thank goodness and will be up for sale before the end of the month.DREAMTEN I’m keeping my fingers crossed – To celebrate, I went out to eat with a local author friend to a place in downtown Austin called Gloria’s. It’s located on Sixth Street and was very trendy and the food was delicious. I’m also shopping for cowboy boots for the conferences next year. I’m planning on getting a pair with inlaid turquoise, a pair with yellow roses (my symbol) and a pair of Lucchese that has a tapestry pattern to die for. I have an eclectic sense of style, nothing plain for me. I was shopping recently for the girlfriend of a family member who likes really tailored plain clothes and I got so depressed shopping for her, I nearly cried. My style is more ‘Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves’ rather than elegant understated look. If it doesn’t have beads, sequins, ruffle, fringe, embroidery or cutouts – I don’t want it!

Anyway, it was good to write THE END. – Now on to Texas Chaos and Texas Maverick. Here’s a sex scene from IF I CAN DREAM:

FOR A CONTEST – READ IT AND COMMENT and I’ll Pick a random winner to receive an ebook copy of any of my backlist. Winner of last month’s contest of an ebook of mine of their choice is CHERYL – with this comment on July 27th – email me at sablehuntertx@gmail.com and we’ll fix you up.

Cheryl says:

All through my working years (34 yrs at the same Bank) I always put everyone first. Since I have been retired, I now spend time catching up on my reading and crafting. Love the slow lifestyle. Wish I had done it so, so many years ago.


“Good. Are you hungry?” he asked as he made a U-turn to head back to the hotel.

“Not for food,” she said mildly, deciding she was going to enjoy their time together. No one was guaranteed tomorrow. She had no idea what their future held, but a man like Tennessee didn’t come along every day.

Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me wreck.” Tennessee murmured as he tried to focus on getting them to the hotel in one piece.

Watching the lights go by, Molly admitted to herself she was nervous. Needing to tell him what was on her heart, she blurted it all out. “You don’t have to worry. I’m on birth control. I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and my experiences can be counted on one hand. So, I hope you’re not expecting too much.”

Tennessee took her hand in his. “This is our first time, that’s all that matters. The only thing I’m expecting is to lose myself in you. You have no idea how much I want you. Just you.”

Molly’s heart thudded in her chest. “I can’t wait,” she whispered.

Pulling into his parking spot, he was out and around to her side before she could gather her backpack off the floorboard. “You don’t have to wait. Let me carry that for you.”

She handed her bag to him and he shouldered it, using his other hand to pull her close. Making their way through an arched gate, he chuckled. “I’m so damn hard I can barely walk.”

“We’ll see what we can do about that.”

Her natural teasing personality enchanted him. Life with Molly would never be boring. There were people sitting on the long terra-cotta paved verandah, listening to the sound of the water from the central fountain. Tennessee nodded at them politely as he pulled out his key and opened the intricately carved antique doors that led into his room. Stepping back to allow her to enter first, Molly’s eyes went automatically to the huge king-size bed that dominated the room.

“This is nice.” She noted the dark furniture, the silver sconces on the wall and the pair of cowboy chaps that hung predominately over the bed as decoration. “Definitely cowboy themed.”

“I don’t see anything but you.” He whispered as he laid down his hat next to her bag on the bench at the end of the bed.

Molly fingered the hem of her top. She had on the same clothes she’d worn earlier, there’d been no chance to change. “I don’t have anything with me to sleep in, sexy or otherwise.”

Ten came to her, sliding his hand beneath her hair, cradling the side of her neck. “You won’t need anything, pretty girl. I plan on wrapping myself around you all night long.”

“God, I want you.” She shook, a little from nerves and a lot from arousal. Grasping the collar of his white cowboy shirt, she tugged, the snaps popping opening quickly one by one.

Savage satisfaction filled him as he felt her soft fingers move down his chest. “I have never wanted another woman the way I want you.” He feathered kisses across her face. “I’m shaking with it.” Running his hands underneath the bottom of her shirt, he caressed the warm smooth skin. “I need to see you.” Slowly with great care, he lifted the leather vest over her head, capturing her lips as soon as the material cleared her face.

Molly had worn no bra and as she pressed up to him, her nipples were abraded by the hair on his chest and frissons of excitement bloomed on her body.

“You’re exquisite. I love your tits.” As he deepened the kiss, his hands came up to tease her nipples.

When she moaned, he cupped both breasts, his moan of desire making her knees weak. “Can I?” she tugged at his belt buckle.

“Hell, allow me.” With two or three efficient moves, he’d undone his belt, slid down the zipper and shucked his boots, socks, jeans and briefs. “I bet this is a record.”

“It might be.” She wasn’t talking about the amount of time it had taken him to undress. Her eyes were glued to his cock. She placed the heel of her hand at the head and the tip of her fingers didn’t reach the root. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed, winking at him, “a perfect Ten.”

“In more ways than one,” he teased back. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “By the time I get through kissing you, you’ll be begging me to slip inside.”

“Show me,” she offered as his hands went to her own jeans and he helped her pull them down and off.

Once he had her undressed, Ten took her by the hand and held her at arm’s length. “Good golly, Miss Molly,” he whispered and whistled. “You are exquisite.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “So beautiful.” Her body was perfectly formed, an elegant hour glass with generous breasts, a narrow waist and flared sensual hips. The smooth mound of her pussy made him lick his lips with longing. “I am going to have such a good time with you.”

Joining their lips, he walked her back toward the bed. She could feel his big erection rubbing against her middle. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were too handsome for your own good.”

Ten chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Following her down on the bed, he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off her supple breasts. “I can’t wait another moment.” Lowering his mouth, he swirled his tongue around one turgid nipple. Molly gasped and arched her back, pushing her tits up toward him. He welcomed them, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. When he began sucking hard at one breast while massaging the nipple of the other between his fingers, she bucked so hard beneath him that he had to hold her down.

Ten didn’t let up. She loved to have her breasts sucked, he could tell by how she was writhing and moaning. Her hands were moving over his shoulders and arms, using some of those same rubbing and kneading techniques she’d teased him with on the massage table. Ten couldn’t get enough, he pushed her tits together and gorged himself, sliding his lips from one pink peak to the other. They were melt in his mouth sweet and he suckled at them until her fingers were digging almost painfully into his flesh. The pleasure he was finding in her was almost incomprehensible.

“Ten-a-see!” she cried, wrapping her legs around his, needing to be as close as she could get.

He craved her, his cock ached with unadulterated desperation. She’d confessed how little experience she had and how long it had been, so he had to make damn sure she was ready for him.

Plus he wanted it to last, Ten wanted to savor this moment and this woman for as long as he could.

His mouth blazed a trail from her chest to her neck, placing open-mouth sucking kiss on each inch of succulent flesh. She was amazing. For the first time he was as attracted to a woman’s personality and character as he was her body. And what a body! Spread out before him was every man’s dream, an erotic playground of silky flesh and sweet curves. He wanted to kiss and touch every inch of her.

Ten’s breath was coming hard and fast, he needed her as frantic for him as he was for her. With hands, lips and tongue he fed the heat that was blazing between them, worshiping every inch of her. When he had performed his own version of the head to toe attention she’d given him, he spread her legs and applied himself to a task he’d been dreaming of since the moment he’d seen her astride that horse. He’d been jealous, wanting to be the one between her legs. Kissing his way up the inside of her thigh, he nipped the tender flesh and smiled when she grasped him by the hair, clutching the long strands between her fingers.

“You’re completely bare,” he whispered, mesmerized by the soft smooth mound and glistening pink folds.

“I work in a spa, there are some perks,” she said, her voice hitching in her throat.

With care, he opened the satiny lips of her sex, revealing a delicate opening and a swollen bud he knew pulsed with every beat of her heart. Valuing each keen of pleasure like gold, he used his tongue to rub and twirl around her clit.

Molly was beyond thinking, she opened herself as wide as she could, inviting him to feast to his heart’s desire. The feel of his mouth on her pussy was almost more pleasure than she could stand. And when he nuzzled her sex, taking her clit between his lips to suck, she couldn’t haven’t kept her hips still for anything. She pushed upward, demanding more. “God, Ten, yes!”

Tennessee was trembling – fuckin’ trembling – with a need so powerful, he was afraid he’d just explode on the sheets. As he licked and laved her clit, he pushed one finger up into her sheath and the soft hot walls hugged him tight, beckoning him to push further. Ten was dying to do just that, he groaned at the thought of his hungry cock being squeezed in such lushness.

Molly’s world wound tighter and tighter. Tennessee was making her burn. She raised her head and met his eyes and the intensity and desire she saw there caused her to shatter into a billion pinpoints of pure euphoria. Screaming his name, she gave herself to him body and soul. He might not understand the implications, but it made the surrender no less true.

Unable to wait another moment, Ten rose up and eased down between her thighs, spread wide like the wings of a butterfly. She was so beautiful, there was nothing on God’s green earth he wanted more than her. Holding the gaze of those deep blue eyes, he held himself up and placed the head right at the mouth of the tender well, pushing forward until just the tip of his cock was enveloped in the embrace of her velvet walls. Ten threw back his head and bellowed, being inside of Molly was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever known.

Molly clung to his shoulders, holding on as tightly as she could. “Oh, Ten, that feels so good,” she gasped. Raising her hips, she urged him to go deeper.

Watching her closely, he pushed in slowly, giving her time to get used to him. Ten felt like he was being burned alive. She was the hottest thing he’d ever held against him and he was sure he’d be completely consumed. “Nothing has ever felt like this,” he murmured.

“Love me, Tennessee, love me,” she keened as she locked her legs around his hips.

Her sweet acquiescence freed him. With a low moan, he covered her lips with his and thrust to the hilt, burying himself completely within her. They were one. Over and over he plunged into her tight pussy as tongues tangled and her body arched up to cling to him, absorbing and meeting every pump of his hips. “Ten, oh Ten, it’s happening again!” she moaned, her fingernails marking his back, her little teeth scraping the skin of his neck.

Hearing her bliss, feeling the rhythmic clamp of her pussy around his cock – that was all the incentive he needed. With a harsh cry he abandoned his restraint, hammering into her again and again – harder, faster, deeper. Burying his face in her neck, he erupted, glorying in the spasms of her pussy as she came again, tightening around him, milking his cock until he almost passed out from the pleasure.

Molly cradled him close, stunned by what she’d just experienced. When he went limp in her arms, she kissed his sweat dampened brow.

“Molly, Molly, I don’t know…I’ve never…”

“I know,” she stroked his back. “Me either.”

“I need to move, I’m too heavy,” he whispered.

“No.” She tightened her arms around him. “You feel good on top of me. Stay.”

They were still connected, he was still cradled in the sanctuary of her femininity. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.” He held himself up on his forearms so he could look in her face.

She moved a strand of his hair from his forehead. “I have to go back to the trailer. Work comes early in the morning.”

“I need to hold you tonight.” Memories of the evening and the O’Neil’s were threatening to haunt his dreams. Placing his lips to her forehead, he rubbed them back and forth. “If you’ll sleep with me, I’ll set the alarm and get you home in time enough to change clothes, then bring you back.”

Molly looked at his handsome face, trying to read his thoughts. “Don’t you have to go home tomorrow?”

Ten took his time answering. “I think I can stay a bit longer.” He smiled against her skin. “I have a little family business to attend to nearby.”

His answer should have pleased Molly. Instead she felt a pang of disappointment that he didn’t feel as if she were reason enough to stay. Fighting back such a selfish thought, she gave him a smile. “Can we get a wake-up call?”

“Would five-thirty be about right?” He picked up the phone.

“Yea, I think so.”

She wiggled beneath him, causing his dick to spring to life. Hitting the button for the hotel operator, he gave them the information. “Now, where were?” He hung up the phone, refocusing all of his attention on her.

“Right about here.” She tightened around him, loving the way his still large cock filled her. Molly hadn’t realized how empty she’d been, her life as well as her body.

“Oh!” He grinned at her. “Now, I remember.” Taking each of her hands in his, he held them above her head and began to move.

Molly undulated under him, closing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his big body moving on top of her. “You’re very well equipped for this job.”

Tennessee smiled, then chuckled. “I’m glad I please you.”

She tugged her hands free and put them to use, running her fingers over his chest as it moved above her, reaching down to feel the intriguing place there were joined. “Just fits. When I first saw you, I was worried. You’re hung.” Ten leaned down to kiss her, stealing her thoughts. All she could process was how good it felt. “I love the way you’re touching me all over.”

“Good.” He peppered kisses all along her cheek and the swell of her breasts, feeling triumphant when chill bumps broke out beneath his lips. “I bet I can make you feel better.” He moved up a bit in the bed, causing his cock to go deeper at a little different angle, his pelvis riding high against her sex. When he began rocking against her, his every grinding stroke hit her just right. Her pussy swelled and creamed. Molly reveled in the friction.

So tight. So wet. So hot. Being inside of her was so damn good. Slamming against her, he pumped his hips, ramming back in. Over and over, faster and faster until there was no thought in his head that wasn’t her.

Cum was boiling up from his balls, his cock swelled even more tightening at the base. He groaned as he jetted hotly into her. His climax seemed to trigger hers. Tennessee felt a powerful contraction milk his cock. Molly pushed her head back into the pillow and he couldn’t resist that creamy expanse of her throat. He touched his lips to her neck, took a bit of sweet flesh between his lips and sucked – marking her.

She kept moving her hips, wanting the feeling to last and last. “You told me I could sleep with you wrapped around me. Did you mean it?”

“I sure did. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” He rose and went to the restroom. She heard the toilet flush, then the water run. In a few seconds, he returned with a warm cloth. “You’ll sleep better if you’re not sticky.”

The small gesture warmed her heart, so she spread her legs wide and then became thoroughly enchanted as he gently cleaned her up. Once he was finished, he wiped her dry with a towel, then joined her on the bed.

As promised, he wrapped himself around her, tucking her head against his chest so that she was nestled against him from head to toe. Pulling the cover up, he kissed her on the lips. “Sleep well, Miss Molly.”

“Dream about me.” She made the same request he’d made the day before.

He whispered in her ear. “Since I met you, I’ve been dreaming of nothing else.”

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Cowboy Sexy to Fiancé to Payback by Donna Michaels

Back in 2012, I wrote one of my favorite cowboys ever. Actually, Finn practically wrote himself. He was a former Navy SEAL with a dislike for Marines. And a bit alpha…I know, shocker. It’s no wonder he wrote himself. :-)

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An injury forced him to give up the brotherhood and return to the family dude ranch to work with his practical joker twin brother…his Marine twin brother Brett. While on deployment, Brett sends Finn another Marine to help out. But tells their mother the female Marine is Finn’s fiancé.


The alpha cowboy is not amused. Neither is his fake fiancé. But, of course they bond, and start to scheme a way to get Brett back. They come up with Operation Cowboy Payback. And that turned into the second book. COWBOY PAYBACK

This time, Brett is the one with the fake fiancé, but at least she is someone he knows, and a former Marine.

Or maybe those are bad things…

If you enjoyed Cowboy-Sexy, (now an AmazonEncore Imprint re-titled Cowboy-Fiancé) I’m pleased to announce, that in two weeks, the practical joker twin FINALLY gets his payback!!


COWBOY PAYBACK releases 09/09/15
through The Wild Rose Press
Available NOW for pre-order!

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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?


“Mr. Finn also asked me to email him some pictures of your arrival, so come on.” The manager smiled, pulling a camera out of her pocket. “Get close, and don’t worry about offending us. You can kiss. This is the start of your life together, so let’s capture some great memories.”



Trisha’s heart dropped to her knees. She couldn’t kiss him. He was too sexy. Too hot.

He was her captain.

Okay. Technically, not anymore. And right now, he didn’t resemble her C.O. all that much. Not in a pair of jeans, sitting low on his lean hips, gray shirt stretched across his ridged upper quadrant, and yeah, let’s not forget the cowboy boots and that sexy, darn Stetson.

This man was a trumped up, mouth-watering cowboy version of her captain.


With the woman looking on, Trisha realized she was expected to make a move.

A move. Really?

Hysterical laughter bubbled up her dried throat. They wanted her to put the moves on Captain Brennan. Kind of impossible since her legs felt like rubber. Nope. She wasn’t budging. Seemed her feet were out of order. Glued to the driveway. Stuck. Which was too bad, since she’d always secretly wondered what the captain would taste like…

Ever the problem solver, he turned toward her, sexy, lop-sided grin spreading across his face, erasing the dark scowl and tripping her pulse.

This wasn’t good. This was wrong. It would be like kissing her brother.

Not really.

But she had to at least try to resist in her mind if she wanted to keep her cool.

“Well, if Finn wants pictures, we’ll give him pictures,” Captain Brennan said, shocking her silent as he stepped closer, grin widening to consume ever bit of those tempting lips.

Oh boy.

When he grinned like that, he garnered absolutely no sisterly reaction. None what-so-ever. Just that darn, damp tingling.

She was in trouble. They needed to be rational, and abstain. It wasn’t good if they both threw caution to the wind.

What happened to the angry man she was just stuck in the car with for nearly three hours?

The non-angry man reached out and pulled her close, fitting her against him as if it was common practice. Her whole body heated at once, sending rational thought straight to the dirt drive. Being in his arms shouldn’t feel as good as it did. And it did feel good. Too good. Engulfed, consumed, safe…turned on.

As the captain lowered his mouth, he tightened his hold, and for a beat or two, they shared a breath. Anticipation fluttered through Trisha’s chest in a prerequisite of what was to come.

This was going to change things between them. She knew this to her soul, but was powerless to stop. It had to be done.

With those words resounding in her head, the cowboy hat was the last thing she saw before their lips met.

Goosebumps returned full force, racing down the arms Trisha wrapped tightly around her fiancé’s neck as her world tilted on its axis.

Cupping her face with one hand, he teased her lips open with his tongue. Not normally one to cling, but cling she did, having effectively lost the feeling in her legs. Again.

Her C.O. was an expert at many things. Shooting, defusing, coordinating attacks, leading them into battle, chicken fights, practical jokes, and now she could add kissing to the list.

Even his sex appeal was strong. She pressed into the cowboy-marine’s rock solid body and swept her tongue inside his hot, tempting mouth, determined not to let him have complete control.

But exploring the sexy captain’s space, tasting his domain, might have been a mistake. She could easily become addicted to his essence. It consumed, heating her within, racing her pulse—sucking the oxygen from her lungs until she could no longer breathe.

He kissed her slow and deep and thoroughly amazing. Heaven help her, she didn’t want him to stop.

And that’s exactly why she ended the kiss. She couldn’t let any man have that power over her.


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I’m off to Alaska but leaving you a cowboy

I am cruising in Alaska with my family on my dream trip, but I through I’d give you an extra shot at very hot Jake Russell while I’m gone.

Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM cub north of San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.


Just for an instant their gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso he’d held in his hand.

Jake Keenan had never forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that one brief glimpse?

Then Fate threw them together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit, much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside down and showed both of them what’s really important.


Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the image of him etched in her mind.

The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory, the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who almost got to talk to me.

Dumb, Trish. Really dumb.

Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy. Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.

Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in small doses when she could.

She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing? She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?

She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her except when—

Well, you’ll just have to read the story and find out! *wink*




Well, you’ll just have to read the story and find out.

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Letting Go- by Cynthia D’Alba

Back around 2008 or 2009 (I’ve been through so many computers since then I’m havingTexasTwoStep72web trouble finding the original work!), I decided to enter some contests with a book titled Texas Two Step. Surprised me but this book won two contests…The Golden Palm and Launching A Star. It got requests for a completed manuscript.

I finished Texas Two Step in 2011 and it was published in 2012 by Samhain Publishing.

At the time, I had no idea (or really any plans) that this would be book 1 of a series, specifically the Texas Montgomery Mavericks Series. In fact, if you look at the cover, there is no series name there.

However, Texas Tango, book 2, followed in 2013. Then Texas Fandango, Texas Twist, Texas Bossa Nova and Texas Hustle (coming 11.24.15)

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and now my latest cover…  Texas Hustle!


But I’ve called this blog “letting go” and here’s why…I am writing (and almost finished with) the last planned book in the Texas Montgomery Mavericks series…Book 7, Texas Lullaby. It’s been hard to write, hard to let go of my Montgomery clan. I love them all!

But this book, Texas Lullaby, is the one so many of the series fans have been asking for…What happens to Jason and Lydia? If you’ve been reading the books, you know that this couple has been engaged since Texas Two Step and through every book since. The readers (and my other book characters) have been waiting for these two to finally tie the knot, and they are ALMOST ready to, and then disaster strikes.

So to get ready for the final book in Spring 2016, you’ll need to grab Texas Hustle in November so you’ve read them all!

Here’s a little more about the upcoming Texas Hustle…

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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When You Created Your Own Book Boyfriend–Em Petrova

I have recurring dreams of a gorgeous alpha male wearing black leather pants and a cowboy hat. He lives on the Boot Knockers Ranch, and his main job is to please the ladies who visit it.


He’s also my Book Boyfriend.


When I started the Boot Knockers Ranch series with PUSHIN’ BUTTONS, I knew this man was special. His name is Stowe, and he’s an Australian cowboy transplanted to Texas. He’s known around the ranch as The Dom from Down Under. Yes, he’s a Master of Domination, and he treats the ladies who come to him for help with his whip, crop and paddle. For several more books (Body Language, Reining Men, Ropin’ Hearts), I loved Stowe from afar.


Then I began to write Stowe’s story. Here’s a little glimpse:


She wants to turn up the heat. He’s got the skills to whip her into a frenzy.

The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 5

TV food show host Tabbart Tracy works hard to give viewers her best recipes. But while her fans are legion, her personal life is colder than a meat locker. Most men just want her to serve up some pie—in the nude.

One glance at her assistant’s sexy brother, though, and her body skips straight from low simmer to rolling boil. Especially when she tracks him down at a stud ranch. Where he’s the stud.

When a certain little TV foodie personally requests Stowe’s company for a week, he’s flattered as hell. She needs to give up some control, and as a sex therapist otherwise known as the “Dom from Down Under”, Stowe has the leather, rope, and paddles to do it.

Just as Tabbart melts into a puddle under Stowe’s hands, her worst fear chills her back to reality: someone recognizes her. Worse, her Master frowns on opening her checkbook to make it all go away. But trusting him means hanging onto their connection with both hands—while he takes her for the ride of her life.

Warning: This book contains a TV chef looking for some R&R (as in rough and raunchy) and a whip-wielding Aussie cowboy Dom intent on showing her she can take the heat. As hot as—and anywhere—she wants it.


That’s when I truly fell for Stowe. I wrote hard and fast, loving his power over me. In my career, I’ve had a few heroes take over my brain before, but this one was really it for me. I’d written my own Book Boyfriend!


When I finished, I had a long period of grief. I missed him so much I could barely start writing the next book. At first I didn’t realize what had happened. One day I woke up and said I MISS STOWE! And then something amazing happened–I got first round edits of ROPE BURN and got to play with him again.


I hope you’ll one-click on my Book Boyfriend and claim him as your own too. After all, I share.









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Candy as a Way to Create a Character? Randi Alexander

Last weekend, we had a rainy day on our mini-vacation, and were strolling through a mall. You know how those Sees Candy stores give out free samples? Well, the twerplets honed in on that and rushed in for their free sweet. There are so many choices, it’s just crazy!

Candy Character Building Randi Alexander

I watched the family read the descriptions of dozens of candies before they chose their freebie. Pink loves her fruit, and chose a chocolate covered cherry. MissFussy adores caramels because they last the longest, and she requested her favorite.

LittleMan waited to see what Kick chose, and went with the same thing. He’s at that age where he’s just between a boy and a man, and watches carefully to be sure he’s making a manly choice.

My Kick chose dark chocolate with two flavors of chips. He’s a dark chocolate fan, and adores it when I bring home a small high-cocoa content bar for him that he can nip away at for a few days.

For me, the one that caught my eye was the Normandie. I read it off to Kick. Vanilla brown sugar with two kinds of nuts. My husband laughed. You’re sure not vanilla… I had to smile at that. …but you’re definitely two kinds of nuts.

What? Well, yes, okay, I get called nutty more often than I can count, but that’s just my creative side overpowering my logical one – which is a good thing for a writer.

We walked away with a bag of chocolates to enjoy later, but it gave me a great idea. For the cowboys I write, I’m going to start thinking more about them as types of candy. Are they black licorice? Maybe a softer milk-chocolate? Sour gummy worms? Or hard toffee? It makes it easy to imagine each kind of cowboy, right?

How about you? How would you describe yourself as a candy?

Hope you have a SWEET day!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Delilah Devlin: Target Acquired!

Not a cowboy, but as Alpha as a guy can get… You know what I’m talking about, right? Yeah, Navy SEALs. Nuff said?

How about a SEAL who was a sniper, who has lived his life at a distance and doesn’t quite know how to connect with the people around him? Yeah, that’s my guy. Want a view into his world—take a look at the opening pages of the book at Amazon and you’ll get a glimpse of the challenges he faces.

Best yet? Through Her Eyes is the third story in the Uncharted SEALs series. It’s a standalone, but you just might want to read them in order to meet the other people in Noah’s story.

Book 1: Watch Over Me

Book 2: Her Next Breath

Through Her Eyes


Ex-SEAL and expert sniper, Wolf Kinkaid, is taking a little downtime while he considers his options. Being wooed by two elite black ops groups, he’s enjoying Charter Group’s beach house while he considers his options. A loner by nature and occupation, he wonders if he’ll ever really be able to connect to people around him. Afraid his loner nature will sentence him to spending his life alone, he’s not even sure he wants to continue looking down a scope, even if the pay’s good.

Bounty hunter Piper Ames loves the adrenaline rush she gets from her high-stakes hunts, but now, she has time on her hands as she waits for her collar to pop up his head so she can take him down. While she’s waiting, it doesn’t hurt that a big, buff, ex-military type is staying right next door. Not the least shy about going after what she wants, she’s surprised when he’s equally as aggressive. Their chemistry is off the charts, and the sex is the hottest she’s ever had.

While Wolf and Piper connect in the only ways their independent natures allow, danger lurks. When, at last, her target arrives, guns blazing, Wolf and Piper have to pull together to make it out alive.

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