Why I Write Western Romance by Paty Jager

CodyI’d feel lower than a snake’s belly if I didn’t inform you all about the charm of western romance novels whether they’re historical or contemporary.

We’ve all felt that visceral pull when a man in tight blue jeans, cowboy boots, T-shirt or a long sleeved work shirt, and a cowboy hat comes into view. Before you even see the face, you sigh. We all watched Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and The Virginian growing up. Or the western movies with John Wayne, Tom Selleck, Sam Elliott… I could go on and on.

In our culture the cowboy means chivalry, honor, duty, loyalty. Traits we all cherish in a hero. That’s why I like to write westerns- historical or contemporary. The cowboy way of life and spirit is embodied in the heroes I write.  My heroes may not all be cowboys, but they have the mentality to fight for what’s right, treat a lady with respect, and love children and animals. The hero, Brock, in Perfectly Good Nanny  an EPPIE Award winner, owns a ranch.  And while he’d do anything to keep his family together, he won’t compromise anyone to do it. He battles the land to keep his family fed and clothed and he battles his own demons while helping the heroine conquer her own.

And the great characters in the secondary western characters… Gabby Hayes, Tonto, Festus, Trampus.  I use the secondary characters I’ve loved in movies and TV shows to make my secondary characters in my books.  In the Halsey books, I have a widowed woman who takes the Halsey brothers under her wing when their parents die. She’s a bit nosy but only because she cares. And though she’s a tiny thing she doesn’t think twice about taking one of the grown brothers by the ear and making them do what’s right. And they listen to her because she is their elder and a woman. A cowboy trait.  In Perfectly Good Nanny the sidekick is an elderly Klamath Indian who helps the hero’s daughter order a nanny online, sets the hero straight when he needs someone to vent to, and finds a way to disappear when trouble is brewing. A good secondary character gives levity to a story in my opinion.

Another reason I write westerns could be the fact I grew up riding horses on a 200 acre ranch and exploring the mountains around our house. The early 1900’s ranch house we lived in had a wood cookstove, an outhouse, and a woodshed, also an earth cellar. We butchered chickens and rabbits, made butter and ice cream. I lived a life similar to the lives of the characters in my historical books. Owning 350 acres raising hay and cattle, I live the country life that I put into my contemporary westerns.

Western romance books whether they’re historical or contemporary are about the lifestyle and the cowboy way of life that we all love: God, country, respect, honor, loyalty, and duty. And that’s why I write westerns.

Why do you like westerns?  Who is your favorite western character either in a book, movie, or TV show? Why?

And excerpt from Perfectly Good Nanny

Perfectly Good Nanny 900x1200Carina pushed strands of wet hair off her face as the lightning illuminated the sagebrush dotted landscape. She smiled. You’d never see a sight like this in Chicago. She held her breath watching nature’s artistry.

“Ms. Valencia, are you going to come in out of the rain?” Brock’s deep, soothing voice chased away the chills of her rain-soaked clothing.

The screen door creaked open, and she stepped through the doorway. Standing inside the door, she looked down at the puddle around her feet.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She hurried to the utility sink, grabbed a hand towel, and dropped it on the puddle, sopping the water from the well-worn linoleum. Her wet hair fell into her face. She pushed it back and stopped. Brock’s large hand grasped her upper arm, hauling her to her feet.

“Why don’t you get into some dry clothes?” His gaze moved from her chest to her eyes with reluctance.

Carina glanced down. Her nipples were vivid peaks against her clinging, wet, silk shirt.

“Good idea.” She hurried down the hall and up the staircase to the guest room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it.

The heat glistening in his eyes as he told her to change reflected a man who hadn’t spent an evening with a woman in a while. The grip on her arm branded her skin. Wiping a hand across her warm face, she quelled any sexual reaction she might have to the man. She needed a place to heal, without any distractions.

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Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 25+ novels and over a dozen novellas and short stories of murder mystery, western historical romance, and action adventure. She has garnered a RomCon Reader’s Choice Award for her Action Adventure and received the EPPIE Award for Best Contemporary Romance. All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters.

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Do Jeans Make the Cowboy? By Paty Jager


Levi Strauss made the first pair of blue jeans in 1873. He, and another man, Jacob Davis, received the patent to put rivets on the points of strain on a pair of denim pants.  They were first called “waist overalls” or “overalls”.  The pants were a hit with men who worked hard and put their clothing through lots of wear and tear.

In 1947 Wranglers authentic western jean was introduced by a celebrity rodeo tailor. Professional rodeo cowboys Jim Shoulders, Bill Linderman, and Freckles Brown wear-tested the 13MWZ and endorsed the Wrangler name for durability, quality and authenticity. Since then the Wrangler brand has been the only jean officially endorsed by the Pro Rodeo Cowboy Association.

Which brings us to rodeo. The NFR is happening December 1-10th in Las Vegas, Nevada. There is nothing like watching tight, toned, cowboys wandering around the Thomas and Mack Center.

My December re-release, Bridled Heart, has a bare back bronc rider as the hero and the last quarter of the book takes place during the National Finals Rodeo. I’m setting up a Facebook party to celebrate the rodeo and my re-release of Bridled Heart on Friday, December 2nd.  I’ll have other author guests who write about rodeos and we’ll be giving away prizes. I’ll have the event set up by my posting next month.

Here is a preview of Bridled Heart:

“Why do you help with this event?” He laced his fingers together resting his hands on the table in front of him. His coffee-colored gaze held admiration.

She dropped her gaze and picked at her napkin. His interest was flattering, and he hadn’t attended the event just to inflate his image. If that had been his agenda, he would have stayed to be photographed with the person who purchased his art.  She peered into his smiling face. He waited so patiently for her to answer.  By this time most men would have given up on her and moved on to someone else. She searched his eyes. He seemed genuinely interested.

She took a deep breath and hoped she wasn’t going to regret divulging more. “I see so many children in the ER rooms who…” she turned her head and chewed on her cuticle. When they arrived needing her care, she put aside her emotions and did the job, but afterward, she always broke down. How could a parent do that to a child? She knew how it felt to grow up feeling different.

He placed a hand over the one on the table. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I can see their plight affects you.” He squeezed her hand. “I could tell when you were playing the piano your heart is filled with sorrow.”

She stared into his eyes. The sincerity of his words and the acceptance of her pain, even though he thought it was all for others made her want to weep. She hadn’t had anyone care about her in so long, she didn’t know how to act.

Jerking her hand out from under his, she stood. “I have to go.”

“Wait.” He snagged her hand as she grabbed her coat from the back of her chair. “Do you have a phone number?”

He held her firm but gentle. Warmth spiraled up her arm and settled in her chest. Why didn’t she feel frightened or invaded by this man? She shook her head. She didn’t want to see him again. If she did, it would be hard to remain faithful to her vow. He’d started to seep into the empty cracks created over the years.

Available in ebook and print – December 1st.

This story deals with a woman overcoming childhood sexual abuse and the one man with the compassion and determination to help her.

Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 25+ novels and over a dozen novellas and short stories of murder mystery, western romance, and action adventure. She has a RomCon Reader’s Choice Award for her Action Adventure and received the EPPIE Award for Best Contemporary Western Romance.  You can connect with Paty through her social media sites.

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New Cowboy Series

Hi, it’s Donna Michaels and I’m excited to share my new cover to the first book in my new cowboy series with Entangled Publications!

IN A RANGER’S ARMS releases November 28th and is Book 1 in The Men of At Ease Ranch series about former Army Rangers who own a Texas ranch which welcomes veterans to help them transition back to civilian life. The men also own and operate a construction company that employs veterans. This is a romcom series under their Lovestruck Imprint, and I’m very excited to share a little bit of it with you today.

No amount of training could’ve prepared him for her.



Former Army Ranger Stone Mitchum doesn’t have time for sex. Since starting a company with his brother and two buddies, he’s had more important things on his mind. Like transitioning veterans back into society. But when his curvy new tenant falls into his arms—literally—his libido snaps to attention.

Jovy Larson has four weeks to prove she’s worthy of taking over the family business. Her challenge? Sell gluten-free, vegan food—in the middle of cattle country, Texas. It’s a tough task, but not half as tough as fighting her attraction to her sexy, surly landlord.

Before she knows it, Jovy’s tangling sheets with the hot cowboy, stalked by a jealous cow, and strategizing ways to help Stone’s ranch. But by the time her lease runs out and the test is over, she’s faced with a new challenge…competing against Stone’s sense of duty to win his heart.

Short Hot Excerpt :

“Take the reins,” he ordered, his voice tight with need as he placed them in her hand.

She stiffened. “Wait…what do I do?”

“Just hold them evenly and taut like this,” he instructed. “Galahad will continue on a slow, steady pace.”

“I’m not s—oh.” She inhaled when he slid his newly freed hand up her bare thigh.

God, she was soft.  And spread open. He was grateful she had her short shorts on again because it gave him easy access to her beautiful body. He stroked a finger over her trembling upper thighs.

“Stone.” She sucked in another breath. “Are you sure it’s safe to do this?”

No. No it wasn’t. She was killing him, making him want things, need things, do things he shouldn’t. But, she had a big day ahead of her. She needed to relax, and he knew exactly how to help.

“Yes. It’s okay,” Stone replied, desire making him reckless, making him forget their no touching pact. She seemed to have forgotten, too. “Just hold onto those reins and stay still. Let me do all the work. Let me take care of you.”


I’m also excited because tomorrow I’ll be revealing the cover to WHINE AND RESCUE, my contribution to Paige Tyler’s Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle Worlds which releases 10/13/16

Join me for the cover reveal and spend the day hanging out as I share excerpts, talk firefighters, cowboys, National Guardsmen, and running contests at the Dallas Fire & Rescue Kindle World Facebook page!!  Come on over and join the fun!



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Exciting news! Dark Secrets now on audio

I am so excited! My book, DARK SECRETS, part of Decadent Publishing’s Freewill, Wyoming series, is now out in audio. Meet my hero, Hawk Blackwater, who I promise will haunt your dreams.

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Want to check it out? Here is the link to a sample:

Hawk Blackwater thought Freewill, Wyoming was the place to get his life back together. Riley Scott thought it the best place to hide, half a country away from those hunting her. For Hawk his focus was on finding the killer of the previous sheriff and discovering the cause of the mysterious lights in the Laramie Mountain. For Riley her goal was to stay under the radar until she could get damning evidence to the right authorities. Neither realized they were on a collision course, or that the explosive chemistry between them would change both of their lives.


“Interesting, “ Hawk commented, watching the woman leave the restaurant. “Wonder what her secret is?”

Brady lifted an eyebrow. “Secret? How do you even know she’s got one?”

“Instinct. Half lawman, half Yavapai. All the signs are there. If I didn’t know better I’d think she might have something to do with John Foster’s death. Or even the lights in the Laramies that come and go.”

“How do you know she’s not?” Brady asked.

“If she’d killed Foster or been a party to it, she’d be long gone, not hanging around here. Besides, she showed up months after the murder. But I wonder if she has something to do with these strange lights that are driving me crazy.”

Brady frowned. “What makes you think that?”

Hawk shrugged. “The lights didn’t show up until a couple of weeks after she got here. And she sure acts like she’s got something to hide. ”

“Maybe she’s running away from something,” Brady suggested. “Or someone. Don’t you think that’s more likely? She lands here in a place that’s not exactly a destination spot for people. Unless they’re going to the Misbegotten Gaines Ranch. She doesn’t exactly reach out to people. Just keeps to herself. As far as I know the only places she goes besides work are the bookstore, Wyoming Eats and the grocery.”

“She’s not on any Wanted list. Could be she just likes her own company.”

“If you’re so curious you could always drop in at Books and More and the two of you could have a reading hour together.” Brady grinned. “You do read, don’t you, Hawk?”

Hawk made a face. “Very funny. But I might just drop by Darnell’s place. I’m out of feed for the horses and few other things.”

“You could always call in your order.” Brady laugh. “Save yourself a trip.”

Hawk just shook his head shoved his hands in his ranch jacket and walked towards the feed store.

Leave it alone. You have other things more important to focus on.

But he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. He didn’t know why she was bugging him. She certainly wasn’t any of his business, but his curiosity was on full alert. As was another part of his body. Deliberately he tamped down the feelings surging through him. He had no business letting himself get involved with anyone. Especially someone who was obviously carrying a pound of trouble.

Go back to your office. Haven’t you got enough going on without piling on more?

But his feet kept moving in the direction of Freewill Feed and Supplies, trying to remind himself he had more important things than scoping out a woman doing her best to blend into the background. One of these days his curiosity was going to get him into real trouble.

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Western Romance Conference – by Cynthia D’Alba

Cyndi Headshot #4I’m spending way too much time on Facebook these days. Yesterday and today, I have really enjoyed looking at all the pictures from the Historical Romance Conference taking place over the weekend. It looks like SO much fun. Have you seen the pictures and all the costumes?

I know there are a ton of Western Romance readers, both historical and contemporary western romance. In fact, this blog is only one of a number of online sites dedicated to readers of western romance.

So I’m putting this question out to the western romance readers…If there was a Western Romance Conference held on a dude ranch, or close enough that events could be held there, is this something that YOU would spend money and vacation time to attend? Would it maybe ruin the cowboy fantasy?

The blog is sponsored today by CADILLAC COWBOY   kindle-world-cover-for-cc

Do you have my book on YOUR Kindle?

If not, Why Not? It’s a buck and 99 cents! Click on the title above and you’ll go directly to Amazon!

If so, have you posted a review? If yes, THANK YOU!!

If no, PLEASE follow the link (click on title above) and leave a review. I really need to get up to 100 reviews. Somehow that affects the Amazon algorithms for the book’s visibility. (I have no idea how it works. Just trust me, okay?)

You have no idea what my book is about? How about a blurb…

A Texas lawman finds more than fall foliage during a drive in an antique convertible Cadillac to his new home.

Newly-hired Texas cop Shade Gruber agrees to drive his grandmother’s prize car from Chicago to his new home in Big Branch. He expects some car issues. He doesn’t expect to pick up a runaway bride.

On the run from her mobster fiancé, Victoria Vaught dashes from the church thirty minutes before the I Do’s. Stranded in her bridal attire by an unreliable car, she starts walking, needing as far from Chicago as possible.

Their road to love is filled with twists, turns and bumps. Hanging on to the one you love can be roller coaster ride with surprising results.

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Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter – Tucker’s Justice



When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge wont be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.

From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isnt long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.

Tucker didnt come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker cant get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distraction?

Publishers Note: Tuckers Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please dont buy this book.



When Tucker had looked out the window and spied Rose cantering toward the cabin, he knew he had no time to don his disguise, but he lived his life being prepared for the unexpected, and he’d stepped out onto the porch to greet her. As she had pulled her horse to a stop and climbed from the saddle, he’d seen the confusion on her face.

“I’m looking for Father O’Brien,” she’d declared. “I’m Rose Gillings, I have a boarding house and he lodged with me last night, but he told me he’d be staying here. Did I misunderstand?”

“No, Father O’Brien is here, but he suffers from headaches and he’s restin’ right now.”

“Are you staying here too?”

“Yep, the name’s Tucker Prescott. The father and I work together, but I arrived a couple of days ago. I’ve been layin’ low waitin’ for him to arrive, but I’m not surprised he went into town before comin’ here. He does things like that. He likes to get to know a town without me interferin’. I don’t approve of him wanderin’ around by himself but he does it anyways.”

“You look a little like him,” Rose remarked.

“We’re distantly related,” Tucker said quickly. “You wanna leave him a message?”

“Yes, definitely, and I’m sorry to say it’s not good news. Several of the McGill gang came to my house looking for him just a little bit ago. I didn’t tell them anything, except that he’d gone, but they’ll eventually find out he’s here. I wanted to warn him. They didn’t seem like they’d come by for a friendly chat.”

“I appreciate the heads up,” Tucker said gratefully. “We’ll be ready for them.”

“I cannot tell you how relieved I am that Father O’Brien has someone to watch out for him.”

“That’s what I do,” Tucker nodded. “I watch out for people, and you’d best go. You don’t wanna be found here.”

“Heavens, no,” she said, quickly moving back to her horse and climbing into the saddle.

“If you go around the back and through that field, you can ride into town from the other side.”

“I know, and I will. I don’t want to run into them on my way home. Please give the father my regards.”

“I’ll be sure to do that, and thanks again.”

He waited until she had trotted away and was galloping across the field before moving back inside. He was grateful for the warning. Rose had placed herself in danger, and when things settled down he’d make sure she was amply rewarded for her courage. Now the only question was, would Father O’Brien meet the mob when they arrived, or would it be Tucker Prescott to welcome them?

* * *

Dolly watched the woman ride away, disappearing behind the cabin and into the open terrain, obviously heading back into town the long way around. It was frustrating, standing there out of sight and not knowing what was going on. Whatever it was, it was clear the woman didn’t want to run into anyone as she left. Did that mean she knew she might? What was going on? If she snuck down to the cabin, she might be able to overhear Tucker talking to the priest.

She knew she was wrong to even think of doing such a thing.

She knew if her father caught her, he might send back to the city to stay with her cousins.

She knew if Tucker discovered her, her bottom would doubtless be bared and he’d spank her into next week.

She knew it was foolish and disobedient, and she should absolutely turn around and go home.

She knew all those things, and yet…









Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don’t need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There’s a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.


WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN (Contemporary Western)









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Three Paranormal Romances to Entice You! From Randi Alexander

It’s almost October, which means … It’s time for my annual ghost story! The Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch Series features a new ghost story each year.

Haunting a Cowboy Randi Alexander

The first book in the series, Haunting a Cowboy, is available in ebook and paperback now! Get your copy HERE

When ranch foreman Thad McCade’s life is disrupted by something supernatural, he reluctantly allows a ghost whisperer in to try to clear his home. But Madam Ruby is not at all what he expected. She’s actually Cheyenne Redford, wears a business suit, drives an expensive SUV, and Thad would rather have her whisper in his ear than whisper away the ghost that haunts him.

Unfortiven Spirit Randi Alexander

The second book in the series, Unforgiven Spirit, is also available in ebook and paperback now! Get your copy HERE

While investigating complaints in western Montana, government employee Susana Kader is run off the road by a bizarre glowing horse and rider. Following a strange glowing rider to a remote portion of the High Paradise Ranch, foreman Reede Munro finds Susana stranded. Unable to resist their wild mutual attraction, they spend a hot afternoon in his bed, but the ghostly presence is determined to meddle. When Susana’s secrets are exposed, she knows her days with Reede are over. Can fate intercede before Reede and Susana make the biggest mistake of their lives?

Ghostly Charades Randi Alexander

Book 3, Ghostly Charades, will be available October 14! Here’s a saucy excerpt for you.

Excerpt from Ghostly Charades: On the little kitchen table, Hart had set out some cheese, fruit, and nuts, and they stood and nibbled for a few minutes, talking about RosaLynn’s drive out from town and the location of the ranch. She took note of the new blue jeans and the long-sleeved plaid shirt he wore. He’d dressed up for this, and she’d just barely taken thirty seconds to choose a shirt.

“Let me show you around the house.” Placing his hand on her back, he guided her into the dining room, where the table was set with two places and a tall candle in the middle.

“This is nice. Did you decorate yourself?” She touched the sleek credenza in the corner.

“No, not me. When Reede and Susanna moved out, they took all the furniture, and replaced it with this. It’s called, um…” Hart squinted and held his breath for a few seconds. “Oh wait, it’s mid-century…” He looked at her, his lost expression pleading for help.

“Mid-century modern?”

“Yes. That’s it.” He touched the wildly patterned curtains. “It’s what would have been in the house when it was first occupied, according to Susanna and Cheyenne, but I can’t quite see a foreman decorating up the place like this, no matter what time of the century it was.”

RosaLynn laughed, so hard she had to set down her wine.

Hart laughed too, a bit self-depreciatingly. “I just speak out sometimes, a little too much truth and a little too little tact.”

“Tact is far too overrated, Hart.” She placed her hand on his bicep before she realized what she was doing, and they both froze for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, she removed her hand and sipped wine. “It’s very nice, and these hardwood floors are gorgeous.”

He gestured for her to precede him into the next room. “Cheyenne bought me this creepy little vacuum thing, it’s like a big platter and it goes around the house by itself. Scares the shi… the crap out of me half the time.”

He sounded so flustered, she laughed again, shaking with the image of a robotic vacuum startling this big, macho cowboy. “Bet you’re tempted to put it outside some days, let it suck itself full of dirt.”

Hart laughed. “Actually, yes, but it bein’ a gift and all, I just couldn’t do it.”

The living room furniture was all very stylized and matched the curtains and rugs. Except for the overstuffed recliner and giant television screen. She patted the back of the recliner. “Your addition to the décor?”

“You know it.” He pointed to a hallway. “Wash room and bedrooms down that way.” He scuffed his booted foot on the floor. “I wasn’t sure how you wanted to do the stay-over part. I should alert Seneca if you’re thinking of staying at her place.”

RosaLynn should probably request the woman be here for the evening, and ask to stay with her at her house, but it didn’t feel right. Staying here with him did, and she’d learned the hard way to trust her intuition. “If it’s okay, I’ll just grab a nap here after…whatever happens happens, then head back to Libby.”

“Whatever makes you feel comfortable, RosaLynn.” His body seemed to grow larger, his presence taking up all the space in the room, sucking away the air. “And if you change your mind, we can make other arrangements with a moment’s notice.” He stuck his thumb in his belt loop. “I’m the boss around here, and whatever I say is law.”

She laughed once more, not even remembering how long it had been since she’d had this much fun with anyone. They wandered back to the kitchen where she sat at the table and nibbled on cheese while he regaled her with tales of learning to cook.

As he drained the potatoes and mashed them by hand with butter and cream, he talked about the day he was promoted from busboy to cook. “When the owner realized the cook had taken all the expensive equipment from the diner and wasn’t coming back with it, he yanked off my busboy apron and put me in a white jacket. From that day forward, I knew I wanted to cook.”

“How did you manage without the equipment?” She bit into a piece of brie cheese that melted like butter in her mouth.

“The owner made about seven trips to the stores in town before he had enough of the basics for me to get by.” He stopped mashing and stared out the window. “I’d cooked at home for my family, then after high school, had applied all over the region, but without a diploma from a cooking school, all I could get was that busboy job.”

“And it paid off.”

He gave her a half smile. “It did, and I miss it.”

“Of course, that begs the question, why are you a ranch foreman now instead of a chef?”

With a shake of his head, he set the potatoes on the stove and opened the oven door. “That’s a story for another bottle of wine.”

Elusive. She could sense him holding back emotion, choking back anger, too. “You said that was in Utah?”

He pulled out a big blue roasting pan, the contents steaming, and set it on the stove. “Yep. A little place north of Zion National Park.”

“Beautiful area. Do you get back there often?”

“No. It’s been a couple years.” Hart flapped the hot pads together and effectively drew her line of questioning to a halt. “Will you give me a hand?”

“I’m happy to.” They hauled platters and bowls to the table and RosaLynn gorged herself on the best meal she’d had in years. Her sighs and moans of appreciation started to sound more like bedroom noises, so she brought the conversation around to her family in California, and her masters degree courses in Arizona.

He got a few text messages during the meal, and excused his need to look because they could be ranch business, and she waved off his apology, understanding the significance of his position here on the ranch. They talked in detail about her new business and what she actually did, she gave his duties just as detailed a quizzing, then they talked about how they should really stop eating so there’d be some leftovers for them to snack on at midnight.

A banging sounded from the back of the house.

Hart’s eyes went wide. He swung around to look out the window at the pitch darkness. “Here we go.” He gulped down the last of his wine.


Be sure to grab your copies of Haunting a Cowboy and Unforgiven Spirit, then watch your in-box for release news of Ghost Charades!

Enjoy your early fall weather!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Stud For Hire: Stripped Down Cowboys #1 by Sabrina York #Giveaway


Stud for Hire by Sabrina York

GET IT NOW: http://www.amazon.com/Stud-Hire-Sabrina-York-ebook/dp/B018FM3F60/

Just south of Fort Worth, Texas, you’ll find a little ranch where the hot, toned cowboys are ready and eager to take it all off and make your naughtiest fantasies come true…

When her sister plans a wild bachelorette weekend at the Double S Ranch, Hanna Stevens is pretty sure she’ll just grin and bear it while the other women get their fill of hot cowboy strippers. After all, Hanna has never met a man who made her really want.

Zack, Hanna’s future husband, offered to marry her and save her family’s ranch from financial ruin, and while she accepted, it was never what you’d call a passionate affair. But when she locks eyes with Logan, Hanna is suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling she’s always craved and never experienced: Pure. Animal. Desire…

The first in a new series of Stripped Down Cowboys from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sabrina York

“Sabrina York can write a sexy cowboy like no other!” Susan Stoker, New York Times bestselling author


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Logan’s heart stilled and then shot into a rapid tattoo. He dropped the heavy bale on the ground. It landed with a dull thud and a plume of dust. Slowly, he turned, trying to ignore the shivers running over his skin at that low, sultry voice.

And yeah. There she was, backlit by the sun in the yawning barn door, a tantalizing silhouette.


He tipped back his hat so he could see her better. Wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, she was beautiful. Her red hair was down, flowing over her shoulders like a rippling stream, teased by the breeze. The buttons of her plaid shirt strained against the curves of her breasts. He loved the way her skinny jeans clung to her legs, disappearing in a pair of well-worn boots.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. The women were supposed to be settling in, dressing for the evening’s festivities. A Hunky Hoedown. Logan was supposed to be preparing for that too—but he’d decided to work off his simmering energy here, in the barn.

He hadn’t really expected her to take him up on his offer and find him here. Never dared hope.

But…here she was.

His knees went a little weak. He tightened his muscles and forced himself to remain where he was, watching her every move. Every breath.

Though he suspected why she’d come, he wasn’t sure. It would be wise to let her make the first move.

God help him.

Because he wanted to pounce.

“So…” She wandered deeper into the barn, pretending to study the tools hanging on the wall. Her fingers drifted over a harness; the sight made a shudder walk through him.  When Gotham poked out a head and sprayed her with a welcoming snort, she patted his snout, but not like a city girl. Not with a tentative pat as though she were afraid he’d bite.

Logan swallowed the pool of drool in his mouth. He’d like to take a bite. Of that.

“So…” she repeated. “Is this a working ranch, or only a weekend bordello?”

Logan stiffened. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was a flirtatious tone. She flicked a look at him, from beneath amber lashes and his gut clenched. Shit. It was.

His heart lurched. His cock swelled. Sudden sweat beaded his brow.

This was Hanna. His Hanna—well, the Hanna of his dreams. The woman he’d wanted forever, the woman who’d never seen him.

And she was flirting. With him.

Inexorably drawn to her, he stepped closer. “Oh. It’s a working ranch.” A low rumble, infused with meaning. Yeah. He’d like to work her. Work her over.

“I see.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. It took every ounce of concentration in him to keep his gaze on her face. Oh, it was a fascinating face, but the cleavage her action created was even more mesmerizing.

His brain fizzled and popped at that hint of a shadow. He said the only thing that came to mind—the only thing fit to say, at least. “Cody has over two hundred head.”

“I see. Do you…” Her attention trickled over his bare chest. He was covered in sweat and bits of hay. She didn’t seem to mind. Her lips pursed. Then she licked them. “Do you work here?”

He snorted. “No.” His days working as a cowpoke for Cody were long gone…unless he lost a bet.

“Ah.” Her gaze flicked up to his. The muscle in her cheek tightened. “I didn’t think so.”

The words skimmed over him in a hot rush, her tone, low and woven with implication. His breath hitched at the look in her beautiful eyes.

And then it plunged to his toes.

Because he could tell, from every line of her face, from the way she held her body, from the way she looked at him. She didn’t recognize him.

She had no idea who he was. No idea they’d gone to high school together. No memory of what he’d done, how he’d risked everything for her. And nearly lost.

Nope. She thought he was just a random stripper. Manflesh brought in for the sole purpose of providing pleasure to the lady guests.

On the one hand, that pissed him off.

But on the other hand…hell, she thought he was a stripper.  Probably one willing to make himself available to Cody’s guests should the right offer arise.

A mix of annoyance, need and lust warred within him.

Lust won.

Hanna Stevens, the prim and proper princess of Snake Gully, thought he was a stud for hire. And she wanted him.

This could be fun.

He stepped closer to her, adopting a gait, an attitude he assumed a man of lesser morals might employ. “I’m just here for the weekend, ma’am. Just here to make sure you ladies have a…good time.”

“I-I see.”

“My name is Logan.”


Yeah. He knew. He knew her name.

She tipped up her head as he neared. Her eyes went wide. Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Damn, she was a tiny thing. Heat gathered low in his belly. He fought back the urge to yank her into his arms and kiss the shit out of her. “I…ah…and…” She glanced away and then slowly forced her gaze back. “And what would that good time entail…exactly?”

Everything in him stilled.

First, because hell, was she propositioning him?

And second because, hell! She was propositioning him.

“That’s…negotiable.” He hated that his voice cracked on the words. But he really couldn’t help it. It was all he could do to keep control of his raging emotions. Okay. His raging lust. His cock was hard. Tight in his jeans. Thudding with every beat of his heart. And his pulse thrummed like an out of control jackhammer. “W-what do you like?”

He was pretty sure gentlemen of the evening didn’t stutter, but he couldn’t help himself. He held his breath, waiting for her answer. God, he wanted to know. He’d always wanted to know. Ached to know.

She drew her finger along the leather harness dangling from the wall and his cock jerked in sympathetic reaction. “I don’t know. Something…improper.” The look she flicked at him set his soul on fire. A dark wind screamed through him like a violent summer storm on the range.

“I can do improper.” Could he.

She stepped closer. Her scent engulfed him, clouded his brain. Something feminine and light, like powder. She tipped her chin and met his gaze as she set her palm flat on his chest. He nearly winced at the touch. Their first real touch. His muscles bunched at the effort to hold back that involuntary reaction. Her hand was tiny. She was tiny. He wanted to scoop her up, find a nice soft pile of hay and roll her in it. Hard.

Her lashes flickered. “Something…very improper.”

He swallowed. “I can do very improper.”

“Something naughty.” A whisper. As though some deep part of her was not allowed to hear.

“I can do naughty,” he whispered back. “I’m very good at naughty.”

A sizzling energy passed between them. She licked her lips again and this time he saw it for what it was. An invitation.

To take.

What he wanted.

What he’d wanted for years.


And he did.

He kissed her.


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Read more about the Stripped Down Cowboys!


Stud for Hire by Sabrina York  08/16/2016

Cowboy to Command by Sabrina York 10/18/2016

Spurred On by Sabrina York  01/17/2017



The Real McCoy (Prequel #1) 

Come Hell or High Water (Prequel #2)

Protect and Serve–Cowboy Justice (Prequel #3)





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Hey ya’ll!

Hi there!

Two months in a row. I’m on a roll!

Just wanted to stop in and say hi. I’m writing my little heart out on my story for Desiree Holt’s Omega Team. It’s called SEALed by Love and features Colt Ryder and Sophie Nix. There is a scene I wrote the other day that is hilarious. I giggle every time I read it, but you will have to wait to see it.

I know. I’m such a tease!

That book should be out soon.

Anyway, this weekend I will be attending a signing at Opryland Hotel in Nashville. If you are in the area, please stop by. There will be approximately 75 authors there and lots of great books. It’s from 11-5 in the Presidential Ballroom. I would love to see you!

My KindleWorld book for Ruth Cardello’s KindleWorld Lone Star Burn is for sale now. It’s a great little piece featuring Brock and Libby, but also taps into Ruth’s guy Dean Carlton.

Check it out!




Brock Callahan has spent the last fifteen years in federal prison for a murder he didn’t commit. Hardened beyond redemption, he heads back to Bard Texas to find the person who framed him only to run into the one woman he hasn’t been able to forget. Today, his world began to turn again.

Libby Reynolds loved and lost at the tender age of sixteen when the man of her dreams was tried and convicted of murder. Unable to believe he could ever hurt someone, she’s always held out the hope that someday he would come back to her. That day is today.

Can Brock and Libby find their way back to each other when the truth is revealed? Murder, lies, and broken hearts are the name of the game when the sun sets and the web of corruption is exposed.

Until next time,


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By Sidda Lee Rain/Billy Storm

What a crazy summer it’s been. And, to tell you the truth I’m ready for fall. These mosquitoes need to die a cold hard death in my opinion. I’m looking forward to cool days, changing leaves, and hot cocoa. Kinda funny that hot cocoa popped in my head the other night while I was writing. It’s the silly little things we remember best I guess.

I’m not sure how many of you may know but I write under the pen name Billy Storm as well. The stories still have HEA’s (happily ever afters) but it takes them a bit longer to get there. The romance is far from traditional and sometimes takes a bit of a darker route. There may be cheating, there will be sexual situations leaning towards the taboo side of sex/relationships. But, there’s always love found in the end.

One reviewer summed up Billy’s work quite well when she said…

 I went from wanting to lick my kindle, to wanting to throw it against a wall, to crying big ugly tears all over it. I loved the honesty of the messy situation.” -Amazon Reviewer of ‘HATE Sex’ by Billy Storm.

I just started a new MC (motorcycle club) series with the first book just releasing a couple weeks ago. The IGNITION INFANTRY isn’t your normal mc series. The crew may revisit some dark memories from their time in the service but for the most part it’s a group of truly great men just trying to find their places among the brotherhood of the club after serving their country.


Some are ready to start a family and some will whether they’re ready or not. A few claim the bachelor life is for them but there’s no fighting your fate when the right woman comes along. Sure, sometimes they have to get their hands dirty because it’s just what needs to be done in the best interest of the club. In the end though? They’re good men who love hard—even if a bit unconventional.

Book #1 in the IGNITION INFANTRY ‘Combustion’ is AVAILABLE NOW!

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Combustion (An Ignition Infantry MC Heir Saga Book 1) by Billy Storm https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KEANO58/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_x_3n41xbRSXS6BM via @amazon

COMBUSTION has had some truly AWESOME reviews coming in. THANK YOU, Reviewers!


Book #2 in the IGNITION INFANTRY ‘Extinguish’ will be available in October!


A crossover book ‘Don’t Mess With the Bull’ will be available in Sable Hunter’s HELL YEAH Kindle World!

Bull is a patched member of the IGNITION INFANTRY who falls ever so reluctantly for Sissy. You might remember Sissy from Sable Hunter’s book BADASS. Yep, Miss Avery spent some time at the Shady Lady Ranch alongside Sissy. Their story will be coming this November!

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Always remember…

        “If your knees ain’t dirty…

                   You ain’t doin’ it right!”


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