Important Message from Parker

I’m putting my cowgirl boots off to the side for this post. I hope you’ll indulge me this one time. I had originally planned to talk about seeing The Longest Ride, but I have a bigger message to share. Scott Eastwood–fuck-hot as he is–will have to wait until next month. :)

Ladies … listen up.

Did you know every minute in the United States, a woman dies from heart disease, stroke or another form of cardiovascular disease (CVD)?

Every. Minute.

According to the CDC, heart disease is the leading cause of death for African American and caucasian women in the US. I could go on and on about statistics, but I won’t. What I will do is encourage all of you to be aware of the symptoms. Rosie O’Donnell has a great acronym to help women remember what to look out for. HEPPP. Hot. Exhausted. Pain. Pale. Puke. (Check out her story here). Know the symptoms. If you are experiencing them, don’t wait.

The American Heart Association offers great information. Click here for more info.

Cardiovascular disease runs in my family. More than that, I’ve felt the pain of losing a loved one to this dreaded and deadly disease. One of my dearest friends, Paul Waits, passed away on October 2, 2014, from a massive heart attack. He was 44 – only 5 months older than me (he passed the day before I turned 44).

Paul had no warning. No symptoms. One minute he was here, the next he was gone.

If cardiovascular disease runs in your family (and hell, even if it doesn’t), I urge you to see a doctor to check your cardiovascular health. I’ve done it. It doesn’t hurt. It’s cool to see your heart as it beats on an ultrasound screen. (I don’t know the technical term for this machine – the test is called an Echocardiogram). Have a carotid doppler. Also painless. Have whatever test your doctor/cardiologist recommends. And then you’ll know, hopefully BEFORE there’s an issue. Even if you are asymptomatic.

There is a reason they call it “the silent killer.”

In honor of Paul, and all the men and women who live with (or have died from) CVD, a portion of the proceeds from my new project–Hearts in Danger–will be donated to The American Heart Association.

AHASetHearts in Danger is romantic suspense boxed set includes 14 novels, by romance authors at the top of their game. Many of these novels are “first-in-series”, so if you’re looking for a new series to get hooked on, this is a great way to try it out!

I also want to mention several of the authors also write western-style romance – Paige Tyler, Cheyenne McCray, Elle James … and of course, me. Although my contribution to this set–my first novel, One Night Stand–is a romantic suspense story, it’s set in Texas, and the family does own a ranch. (They ride horses too!)

This limited time box set is only $0.99 (AWESOME value), but we will be rewarding those who purchase the set via PRE-ORDER and through the first week it’s live! Just fill out the form on our website to claim your freebies as our thanks for supporting the cause.


We are also giving away a beautiful heart necklace from Tiffany’s! (No purchase required to enter). Check out the website for contest details!

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RELEASE DATE: JUNE 2, 2015 – for only $0.99! Here’s what you’ll get:

Accidental SEAL by Sharon Hamilton: Navy SEAL Kyle Lansdowne goes looking for his missing SEAL Team 3 buddy Armando who has been kidnapped by a drug gang intent on buying specialized military equipment. Newbie Realtor Christy Nelson holds her first Open House but is given the wrong address, and finds a hot naked SEAL in the master bedroom. Their little misunderstanding leads to a hot affair until the gang uses Christy as bait to lure Kyle into a trap to ransom his honor.

Pick Your Poison by Roxanne St. Claire: Meet Benjamin Youngblood – he’s sexy, smart, spectacular and … about to lose his job for the best security firm in the world. He’s got one chance to prove himself and nothing will stop him. Not even a flower farmer. When Ben sets out to track and trap an assassin, he’s forced to trust a feisty farmer who could be as dangerous as her homegrown poison. Ben and Callie join forces to zero in on the killer, taking a few heated detours along the way. Can they stay alive long enough to save Ben’s job, stop an assassin, and find true love?

Protective Custody by Paige Tyler: Someone is stalking reporter Paisley McCoy, and police detective Gray Beckham is the only man who can protect her. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn’t date cops. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter. Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them, though. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can’t have her, no one will.

Hot Pursuit by Lynn Raye Harris: When someone starts shooting at Evie Baker, there’s only one man dangerous enough to help her–the man who broke her heart ten years ago. Hostile Operations Team soldier Matt Girard uses all his considerable black ops skill to protect Evie from someone who thinks she possesses information that could bring down a crime syndicate. But working together shows Matt what he gave up–can he claim Evie for his own after what he did in the past?

SEAL’s Honor by Elle James: Two Navy SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot.

Against The Dark by Carolyn Crane: Angel is an ex-safecracker forced into one last heist. Cole is an undercover agent with big plans for his gorgeous thief—he’ll make her pose as his girlfriend to help with a dangerous mission.

Hidden Prey by Cheyenne McCray: Tori flees an abusive relationship and heads to her hometown in Arizona. When she arrives, she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnesses the execution of a Federal agent by the son of the head of the Jimenez Cartel. Special Agent Landon Walker rescues Tori and sets out to protect her, but soon protecting her isn’t enough. He’ll go to the ends of the earth for her—and never let her go.

Dangerous Curves by Nina Bruhns: A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

Deadly Pursuit by Misty Evans: One year ago, rookie FBI agent Celina Davenport pulled off the ultimate undercover operation…she seduced Emilio Londano – the dangerous leader of the San Diego Mafia – and destroyed his illegal empire. When Londano escapes a maximum security prison and begins picking off Celina’s friends and coworkers, everyone she knows becomes a target. Including DEA agent Cooper Harris, the man who once broke her heart and is now assigned to be her bodyguard. Cooper must risk his career – and his heart – to keep Celina alive. But will their past, with its forbidden passions and impulsive choices, put them directly in the killer’s crosshairs?

Protecting Caroline by Susan Stoker: Caroline helps foil a terrorist plot when she finds herself on a plane that’s hijacked (with the help of three members of a SEAL team), but after she gets home she finds herself still in the sights of the terrorists. She can only hope Wolf and his team will be able to save her in time.

One Night Stand by Parker Kincade: Amanda Martin decides to have a one-night stand. No relationship, no promises … just hot, indulgent sex. What she doesn’t anticipate is meeting a handsome-as-sin stranger who gives her pleasure unlike she’s ever known. A stranger with a deadly secret…

Brody by Mandy Harbin: Brody “Brutus” Jackson isn’t your average small-town mechanic. He’s a man with no memory of his past, and no hope for the future. Under FBI protection, Alexandria Collins and her son have been in hiding for ten years. When it’s time to move again, her piece of crap car breaks down and the man giving her a tow is the biggest, hottest guy she’s ever seen. She is determined to ignore the need her long-neglected body hungers for. After all, the last man she showed interest in put a gun to her head. Brody thinks the skittish Xan is sexy as hell, but it’s not her hot body that has him rocked to his core. He knows her from somewhere, and in his line of work, that’s a dangerous thing. Following orders have never been this hard, but when he finds out she’s his next assignment, he will protect her at all costs … even if what she needs protection from most is him.

Enemy Mine by Megan Mitcham: Born in the blood of Sierra Leone’s Civil War, enslaved, then sold to the US as an orphan, Base Branch operative Sloan Harris is emotionally dead and driven by vengeance. With no soul to give, her body becomes the bargaining chip to infiltrate a warlord’s inner circle. As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan’s body if it expedites his father’s demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. In the Devil’s den with Baine by her side, Sloan braves certain death and discovers a spirit for living.

Caught in the Crosshair by Barb Han: On a tropical island with a hurricane brewing and dangerous men closing in, private security firm owner Jaden Dean will need to work side-by-side with Lauren James to survive and find her brother. The cartel he’s associated with seems to be one step ahead and Jaden’s operatives are being killed one-by-one. He will have to use all his specialized training and risk everything, including his heart, to outwit the deadly group and keep Lauren safe. Their magnetic attraction isn’t helping matters…because even a slight distraction might just get them both killed.


This set will only be on sale until the end of June, so you’ll have to act fast. And remember, it’s for an excellent cause. We would be grateful for shares and likes!

I’ll be back next month – toting sexy cowboys…


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WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Sable is carrying on and giving you a sexy excerpt

The other day while I was driving around looking at wild flowers, Mojo jumped up suddenly and I, out of nowhere, said – POP! Goes the Weasel! Those words just emerged from the dim recesses of my childhood and I got the déjà vu moment of remembering when I would sit on the floor with the toy in my hand, turning the crank while that little ditty sang and then the clown bursting out of the box. So, I started singing it again, but this time the words hit me – – what did they mean? You judge.

All around the cobblers bench, The Monkey chased the Weasel, The Monkey stopped to pull up his sock – POP! Goes the Weasel! Okay, what happened? Let’s get a visual here. Two little animals chasing one another around a bench, one stoops over and POP! I have to tell you my dirty side came out to play here. I kept visualizing a BDSM spanking scene or even something a bit more risqué… Anyway, I did wonder at the choice for that little number to be a children’s song.

How many of you grew up singing nursery rhymes? I did. I knew them all. I memorized them. I repeated them. I sang them. And I didn’t know what the heck they meant – do you?

For example, my mother always sang this to me – Rock a bye baby, in the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. She would sing this to me and rock me, patting me, comforting me and my eyes would get heavy and I would slip off to dream land. Not too many years ago, I was singing this as I rocked a friend’s baby and I finally noticed what I was saying – words of great comfort – LISTEN!

…When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall – AND DOWN WILL COME BABY – CRADLE AND ALL!! The song is about a baby falling out of an effing tree! How did I miss this? Who sings to a baby about him hurtling to the ground from ten or fifteen feet in the air, bouncing on the dirt…STRANGE!

And so I began researching why anyone would write a song with such hurtful language and disguise it as a children’s song. And here’s what I found. Many think the song was written to satirize the Native American habit of hanging their babies in trees and the hope that they would fall and some even surmised it was the author’s way of expounding on the rise and fall of the House of Stuart in merry old England – over my head for sure. But what it wasn’t talking about, for sure, was a mother rocking her baby to sleep.

There were others – let me enlighten you.

RING AROUND THE ROSIES, A POCKET FULL OF POSES, A TISSUE, A TISSUE, WE ALL FALL DOWN and in some versions the word ASHES, ASHES are inserted instead of A TISSUE. Harmless, right? In my childish mind when I would sing this, my little head was full of flowers. I never questioned what I was saying. Imagine my surprise when I learned that this was a ditty composed about the BLACK PLAGUE. The ring was the skin blemish people got when the fever came, the pocket full of posies was the herbs people carried in hopes it would protect them from the disease, the tissue was for the sneezes and falling down was DYING! Ashes of course was burning the bodies. And children sang this? CRAZY!

Another for your entertainment – LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN – MY FAIR LADY. There were other verses about what building materials to use, etc. We used to hold hands, form an arch and then capture one of the kids in our arms. Harmless, right? Imagine my shock and horror to find out that the song was written to protest the internment of children in ancient structures, whose sacrifice was supposed to ensure that the structure would be sound and safe. That’s a horror story! And yet I found that it was indeed practiced, in England and other parts of the world, children would be bricked up alive and allowed to starve to death or suffocate so the structure would be safe and not fall. They were to be spiritual watchmen. Barbaric! Insane! And worse, little children on the playground sing and play, never knowing what they’re saying.

Another. JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL TO FETCH A PAIL OF WATER, JACK FELL DOWN AND BROKE HIS CROWN AND JILL CAME TUMBLING AFTER. Now, on the surface its disturbing enough, two kids go up a hill and fall, hurting themselves. But many think it was a political statement about King Louis and Marie Antoinette literally losing their heads during the French Revolution.

The more I read, the more I learned was that people had something to say and they weren’t allowed to say it, so they veiled it in some innocuous children’s rhyme to keep from getting in trouble.

I do that, to a certain extent. All of you who have read my books know things about me that I would never say out loud in a regular setting. You know all of my sexual fantasies – every one of them. Where did you think those sex scenes came from? You also know how I feel about judgmental people and religious hypocrisy. You also know my stance on immigration and how I feel about the injustice that Native Americans have faced. In other words, we write what’s inside. In our modern day in time we have to be concerned with political correctness and open microphone disasters, but we don’t have to be concerned about imprisonment or being beheaded.

Not yet, anyway. Let’s keep it that way. FREEDOM OF SPEECH! Ha! Oh well, I’ll get down off my soapbox now.

I’ve always had the tendency to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and I started early. My mother wanted me to be such a priss. She would dress me in frilly skirts and socks with flowers on them and I would end up rolling in the dirt with the dog. She would take me to church and hope I’d be good, but I wasn’t. I was smart, too smart. I could memorize things – everything from poetry to the books of the Bible. But she would want to show me off, instead of saying my ABC’s, I would repeat an ugly poem my favorite uncle taught me about an old cow who ate too much corn and sh…well, you get the picture.

Once she arranged for me to sing a special in church – my first of many, but I was supposed to sing Jesus Loves Me but I broke out with Tiny Bubbles instead. In a Southern Baptist church this didn’t go over to well – Tiny Bubbles In the Wine, Make Me Happy, Make Me Feel Fine.

I also had a friend who taught me poems – – When I was a wee wee tot, my mother used to put me on a wee wee pot and I had to wee wee whether I wanted to wee wee or not. AND this one. I wish I was a tumble bug and in some nasty place, I’d eat my little belly full and rub some on my face OR THIS EVER POPULAR ONE – – Beans, Beans, the wonderful fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot, the more you toot, the better you feel – so let’s eat beans for every meal!

Is it any wonder I became a writer? I’m a ham! An attention hog! And I love to shock you and make you laugh and entertain you – – now, how about a sex scene to round out the post? Ha! Can you tell I’ve been writing non-stop and I’ve lost my mind?

A sex scene from ROGUE one of THE SONS OF DUSTY WALKER

“It’s amazing.” She looked out the window. “The tops of the clouds look like cotton candy.”

“You’ve flown before.” He knew she had taken a jet back and forth to Texas several times.

“Yea, but I was always squished in between two people or on the aisle seat. This is entirely different.” She sounded almost giddy as she stared out into the wild blue yonder.

“Okay, if that’s how you want to spend your time.” Rogue sighed. “Oh, well.”

Almost immediately, Kit swiveled in her seat, her long hair swinging over her shoulder. “What else did you have in mind?”

He gave her a seductive grin. “I told the attendant we didn’t want to be disturbed. And there’s a couch behind us that looks really comfortable.” The dreamy sensual look that came over Kit’s face stroked his ego almost as well as her delicate hands had stroked his cock the last time they were together.

Unbuckling her safety belt, she rose to her feet and started undressing. “Doing it on an airplane is definitely on my list.”

Rogue rose and began taking off his belt, then unbuttoning his shirt. He was mesmerized by the sight of Kit disrobing. She had lost most of her shyness with him, but it still turned him inside out when she would glance back over her shoulder and look at him through those long lashes, her pink tongue darting out to moisten her lips. “What else is on your list?”

Kit slipped out of her skirt and pulled her blouse over her head, leaving her in nothing but panties and a bra – a new purchase especially designed to drive one Rogue Walker around the bend. “All kinds of places and positions.”

Rogue’s eyes practically bugged at the sight of the tiny cream colored scraps of lace lovingly cupping her ass and tits. “Damn, baby.” Coming up behind her he gently pulled on a lock of her hair, winding it around his finger. He found he loved touching her, needing the connection. “You’ll have to let me read it.”

Kit couldn’t help but laugh. “When I was writing it down, I made myself think of a child making a Christmas wish-list.” Slipping off her heels, she faced him and once more she was almost knocked off balance by how incredibly sexy this man was.

“Rest easy, in my book you get extra points for being on the naughty list.”

For a big man, he was graceful. Kit stared while he tugged off his jeans. “You know, if we had music, you could dance. Magic Mike has nothing on you.” To her surprise, he spun around and finished with a hip thrust that made her clit throb. “Be still my heart.” She teased him by placing her hand on her chest, then opening her front-clasp bra. There was no doubt about it, she loved to be with him. Kit couldn’t imagine him not being a part of her life. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that she was going to be get hurt, there wasn’t really any way around it. Was it worth it?

Hell, yeah.

“You do know how to fire me up,” he growled as he took her arm, tugged her close and melded his lips to hers.

The man kissed like a dream. Kit gave herself over to him, not wanting to think. She only wanted to feel. Rogue slid his hands down her arms and clasped her wrists. He was taking charge. Elation sparked in her veins causing her blood to flow hot. Since she couldn’t move her hands, she rubbed her tits back and forth across his chest, the nipples catching in the manly curls.

“God, what you do to me,” he murmured, picking her up and lying her back on the couch. Before she could bat an eye, he ran a hungry hand up her leg and parted her thighs.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence and her breath hitched, but it wasn’t because of the dip and sway of the jet riding the air currents. That’s not what excited her. It was the man kneeling at her feet. With a hot hooded gaze, he bent his head to her pussy, licking and nibbling, flattening his tongue and passing it across the hard nub of her clit.

Slapping the leather of the couch, she moaned at the instantaneous bolt of pleasure. “Rogue, please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but it certainly wasn’t for him to stop.

Rogue didn’t stop. Using his hands, he opened her wider and feasted on her like she was a banquet to a starving man. Kit whimpered loudly. There was nothing delicate about the way he ate at her. He did it with relish. No hesitation, no half-hearted effort. He knew exactly what he was doing and precisely how to please her.

She rose up, needing to see, needing the connection. Placing a hand on his head, massaging the scalp, she wordlessly let him know what this meant to her. At her touch, he looked up – never stopping, just holding her gaze. Shivers of excitement encompassed her. He was almost more than she could handle.

“Do what you did yesterday. Play with your tits for me.” Rogue whispered as he planted a kiss above her mound.

Last time it had been dark, she hadn’t been sure he was watching or could see that well. Now, he was here – right here. She blushed. Her breasts were so sensitive and when she masturbated, they were where she began and where she ended. Trembling, she did as he asked. With lazy circular motions, she circled her breasts – rubbing, caressing. Then, she cupped them, kneading and shaping, molding them between her fingers. He watched, his tongue busy on her clit.

“More,” he demanded. “Touch your nipples.”

His voice was like an aphrodisiac. As if hypnotized, she took her nipples between her fingers and began to rub – tweaking them, pulling them, squeezing, milking. The more she stimulated her nipples, the harder her clit began to throb.

Rogue was enthralled. The sight of her pleasuring her own tits made him crazy. He latched back on to the little bundle of nerves and sucked hard.

Kit squirmed, she couldn’t be still. What he was doing to her was too much. The more she petted and played with her nipples, the more voraciously he sucked. “Rogue,” she whispered his name. She was on fire. She needed…him. “Rogue, please!”

“Don’t stop, I’m not through,” he instructed, his voice hoarse. “Pull those sweet nipples, beg me to suck them.”

Beg? Her whole body was begging. She was heated, blushing. Her breasts were aching and her pussy was creamy wet. Kit tried to tell him, she wanted to tell him. “God, Rogue, I need you,” she sobbed. As if she were caught up in an out of body experience, Kit seemed to rise above herself. All she could do was compare this wanton sexual creature to the one who had stood cringing as Rogue had judged her unworthy. How could she reconcile the two?

Rogue moved closer, his mouth closing tightly over her clit, his hands pushing hers out of the way. He gripped her nipples between his own fingers – tweaking, twisting, pulling, milking – while at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. So hard that she dissolved, she melted, pleasure flooded her loins. A need that had wound into a tight erotic knot suddenly unfurled and she splintered apart into the oblivion of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Before she could even think of coming down from the peak, Rogue stood, fisted his own cock and grasped her hips, thrusting home. Kit was lost in a haze of ecstasy. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Rogue!”

This woman would be the death of him. Rogue understood this. Never had he been so desperate to mate, so desperate to merge. He bellowed her name, “Kit, baby,” even as he pumped inside of her, fucking her so hard that the couch was almost torn from the bolts holding it to the floor of the plane.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Never,” he hissed, pulling out and flipping her onto her belly, wrapping an arm around her body. Seeming to know what he wanted, she held herself up on hands and knees as he gave her support. With a possessive snarl, he pounded back inside of her, splitting her open like a ripe peach, thrusting deep.

Kit melted, she tilted her ass up and laid her head down on her forearms. “Fuck me, Rogue. Fuck me hard!”

Rogue covered her, molding himself to her body, one hand reaching up to palm her breasts. His touch spiked her need once more. She was at his mercy, an instrument for his playing. Looking back over her shoulder, she sought his eyes, needing to know what he was thinking.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered as he ground into her pussy, undulating his hips in luscious figure eights. “You’re addictive. I want to fuck you all the time. I can’t get you out of my head. Being inside of you is all I can think of.”

Kit didn’t know if it was the relentless pounding of her pussy, the filling, the stretching, the possessing. Or if it was his words, the idea that she held Rogue Walker in the palm of her hand that made her explode. She shook and trembled. Rogue wrapped her in his arms and kept her safe, even as he ravished her body. Kit didn’t know where she ended and he began. She didn’t want to know – she didn’t want this to end. Clawing the couch, she pushed back against him – over and over – impaling herself on his cock, opening herself wider for him to plunge in and fill her to the brim.

Rogue was blind with pleasure. His cock sank into her again and again, deep into her lush hot pussy. As his whole body shook with pure unadulterated bliss, he felt Kit begin to quake. Beneath him, she was convulsing in a climax so hard he was afraid she’d shatter into a million pieces. And he followed her, right over the edge.

Long moments passed as he held her, kissing her smooth, silky back. “So good, you’re so good, so beautiful.” As he praised her, held her, letting her calm down and her breathing ease, Rogue realized they hadn’t needed a plane to fly.

Here’s the cover and the poster – watch for our releases in May, 2015.

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Guest Blogger Vanessa Vale Shares Her First Sighting of “The Cowboy”

Have you ever come across a man that froze you in your tracks? Stalled your brain, made your heart skip a beat, your mouth go dry, other places get…wet? I’m not talking about in the movies or a photo. Those hot posts on Facebook. A real live, breathing, pheromone oozing man. I remember the time when I saw…The Cowboy.

I was living in Montana at the time and the cowboys there are…wow. These are real cowboys, with ranches the size of Delaware. Cows. Horses. Combines. They aren’t the pretend city slickers, but the real deal. I was at the gas station getting gas and a dually pulls up. (It’s a pick-up truck with two wheels in the back on each side to be able to tow heavy loads.) Out climbs…Him. He was over six feet tall, a cowboy hat, thick dark hair, a handlebar mustache. Yes! It was unbelievably hot! A thick canvas jacket (it was winter), Wranglers and work boots. Serious well worn leather boots. He wasn’t skinny or scrawny, but all muscle. He was like a man right out of my every cowboy fantasy.

Thank goodness for auto shut-off at the pump! I stared, ogled, transfixed on him. My heart rate went into stroke point and I was no longer cold. Unfortunately, he never looked my way, but I watched him until he filled up and drove away.

Yes, that’s all it was, a passing with the hottest cowboy…ever…at the gas station. But, he fuels my every cowboy fantasy and my every book. I write historical western erotic, specializing in the men of Montana. My latest book is The Lawman, and you’ll see glimpses of The Man At The Gas Pump in Ryder Graves and every other one man in my stories. Dominant. Possessive. Protective. Panty Melting.

Oh yeah.


Blurb for The Lawman:

Ellen Oldsmere, believing she’d killed an overly amorous suitor, agreed to become a mail order bride for a complete stranger in the Montana Territory in order to flee Minneapolis and avoid prosecution. When she arrives in August Point, her husband is all that she’d imagined, and then some. He’s handsome, virile and sexually skilled. But there’s a problem for this new bride; her new husband is also the town sheriff. How can she be married to a man who would surely arrest her if he found out her secret?

As the most eligible bachelor in town, Ryder Graves is determined to not fall prey small town mothers eager to match him with their marriage- hungry daughters. He wants more than what is available in August Point. His needs demand a wife meeting certain criteria women in town do not possess, so he seeks the help of an expert–a madame with a skill for matchmaking. When Eleanor arrives from Minnesota, she meets all of his expectations. She’s also headstrong and defiant, requiring a stern spanking or two to teach her that – as the lawman of August Point – it is his job to keep her safe. It comes down to a matter of right from wrong. But his wife is not all she seems. Will he still want her when he learns the truth, or will his passion for the law make her face the consequences of her actions?

Excerpt for The Lawman: (Copyright 2015, Vanessa Vale & Blushing Books)

We were alone at the edge of town, the rustle of the wind over the tall prairie grass the only sound. Eleanor squinted slightly against the sun, her brow crinkling. I lifted my hand and placed my finger over the spot, her skin soft and warm. She was so small, delicate. Breakable even. “You look…worried.”

Surprisingly, my protectiveness had asserted itself and I wanted to ensure that she was not only well, but happy. Safe.

She leaned back out of reach of my touch only slightly, shook her head. “Oh, um…no.” Breaking eye contact, she looked straight at my chest. “I’m nervous.”

“I admit, I am as well.” I smiled down at the top of her head, all riotous curls and color, although she could see my amusement most likely solely in her periphery. “It’s not every day you meet your bride and discover how lovely she is.” The words were true, and meant to coax and soften her. I didn’t need her on edge or afraid. With what I had planned for her, especially now that I’d seen her and anticipated what kind of fire was deep within, I needed her receptive. Open.

Her head came up.

“You blush so prettily.”

“You have me…at a…um…disadvantage.”

I arched a brow. “How so?”

She glanced from side to side, taking in her surroundings before looking at me. “You’re from here, know people, have friends. This is all new to me. You’re new to me.”

I picked up her small bag from the ground, never breaking her gaze. “Then I should remedy that. I’d like to take you home, if that’s acceptable. What I have in mind will have us getting to know each other very well.”

When she blushed even more, I knew she didn’t miss my meaning. Some women would have run away screaming from such bold words, but Eleanor didn’t.

Instead of bursting into tears or being missish, she nodded, a red curl slipping down over her cheek. I was wholly surprised, yet immensely pleased. With my free hand, I tucked it back behind her ear, stroking her soft skin as I paused a moment, ensuring that I had myself in check. I had to stay in control and not let my cock take over. I couldn’t toss her over my shoulder in my haste and carry her back to the house and fuck her. Just toss-the-skirts-up fucking. That would be for another day. For now, she needed slow seduction and gentleness required for a virgin. Eleanor needed that and I needed to give it to her. As her husband–husband!–it was my right, my privilege to make her mine in the basest of ways.

I moved my hand to her elbow, leading her into town at a modest pace. August Point was small, only a few hundred residents, although large enough for the need for a sheriff and a jail. My house was conveniently close to the jail, which made my life easy and simple. I could return to work the family ranch south of town when my role as lawman was complete, whenever I chose that day to be, but I felt settled in the role, content to let my brothers handle the operation.

We made it to the house in only a few short minutes and I enjoyed the feel of her beside me and the ability to glance down at her full breasts every step of the way. My thoughts consisted solely of the color of her nipples. Would they be fair like the rest of her, a sharp contrast to her striking hair? I guessed peaches and cream and imagined them to taste just as sweet.

Once she was within the private confines of our home, I’d find out. And she’d find out all about me and what I wanted from her. I wouldn’t just take her, I’d possess her.

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What’s better than an unshaven jaw, dusty boots and worn Wranglers? A sale! 8 authors, 8 western romances—99c each! Apr 12-18

Ahem* And my contribution to that sale is Wolf’s Tender, a McCallister Bounty Hunter erotic western romance.



When one straight-laced spinster tenders her body to one cynical sometimes savage, the unexpected bounty is love.

Miss Naomi Parker, deportment instructor at the Sparrow Creek Young Ladies Academy, can’t forgive herself for hiding during an outlaw attack. When the local sheriff refuses to pursue the gang of renegades who kidnapped her students, she decides to rescue the girls herself. But, she needs the help of the best tracker in the territory–half-Kiowa bounty hunter, Charlie Wolf McCallister.

Before he goes out on another bounty hunt, Charlie wants a long soak in a hot bath, a bottle of whiskey, and the pleasure of a woman’s company. He has two out of three when a school marm with cornflower-blue eyes invades his privacy.

After Charlie makes it clear he only works for pay, Miss Parker offers him one night of sexual favors in exchange for his tracking services. Though he knows bedding a white woman will cause all kinds of trouble, he operates on the philosophy that a bird in hand is better than no bird at all.

After they’ve sealed their bargain, Charlie tries to leave Naomi safely behind. But the opinionated teacher insists on accompanying him. She’s impatient with his decisions, questions his authority, and generally ignores his warnings. But each time they make love, Naomi captures another piece of Charlie Wolf’s heart.

An Excerpt:

“There’s a catch basin of water down below. Bathe.” He handed her linen and a bar of soap.
 Grateful for the chance to soak, she left comment about his dictatorial behavior for another time and hurried to the water.
“Watch out for snakes,” he advised.
Naomi didn’t like snakes or other slithering critters but she did like being clean, so she watched her step, shed Charlie’s clothes and plunged in the water, wallowing like a kid in the semi-warm pool. Her hair hung in rough strands that would become snarled balls when dry. She worked ineffectually at one tangle until she felt his gaze on her.
“I wish my hair was straight like yours,” she muttered.
He held out his hand, indicating it was time for her to quit the water.
“Just gawk at something else besides me,” she told him, exasperated at his boldness when he didn’t look away. She covered her breasts with one arm, her triangle of lower curls with the other and grimaced at him as she emerged.
He snorted at her attempt at modesty and wrapped the blanket around her, rubbing the drying cloth across her hair. Then he handed her a tin.
“Work that into the snarls, then rinse it out of your hair.”
“What’s in it?” she asked suspiciously, sniffing the mixture. It smelled like him, or at least the spicy wood scent she associated with him.
“Bear grease.” He grunted impatiently. “Now rub it on your hair.”
It was odd how right away her hair felt different. It hung in soft wet strands that felt like silk when she rinsed his concoction from her head.
“It feels like when I was a child and rinsed my hair in rain water.” She let her hands play down the silken length and looked at him doubtfully. “Bear grease?”
“No. My mother makes it for me to use on my hair,” he growled.
She’d noticed how shiny his hair was. “It’s indecent for a man to have hair that hangs down his back and is prettier than a woman’s.” The tart words escaped her before she could stop them. Then she fastened on the important part of his sentence, excusing her own rude comment.
“You have a mother?” She was surprised. He didn’t look like a man with a mother, let alone one who made him beauty products for his hair.
“Did you think I was born in a cave with wolves?” He capped the tin and stuck it in his pocket.
“Does your mother live with the Kiowa tribe?” she asked politely, ignoring his sarcasm because frankly, she could picture him in a cave with wolves.
“My mother is Rachel McCallister of the MC3 Ranch. She’s a white woman, like you.”   
While she digested that information, he did one of his silent maneuvers, moving much closer, leaving Naomi very conscious of his nearness.
“Sun ointment–should make your face quit burning.” She could feel the heat from his body as he rubbed a different salve on her cheeks.
His nearness and gentle application of the medicine flustered her. No one had taken care of her since her sister had left. Naomi had grown up taking care of others. Now this man leaned over her and squinted as he dabbed another kind of cream on her cheeks.
“It does soothe the burn.” She couldn’t resist touching his hand as he carefully applied the balm to her burned cheeks. “Why are you being nice to me?”
She suspected that Charlie Wolf never made a move that didn’t benefit him, but at this moment she didn’t care. It was wonderful that he was showing her kindness during the day.
“Your skin’s too chapped. I want it soft under my lips when I taste you,” he drawled.
“It’s daylight. We need to travel now that I’ve rested.” Naomi blinked at him, confused.
“We’re hidden here and it’s a good place to hole up until dusk. My horse will let me know if anyone or anything gets close.”
“It was dark last night. How did you find me?” Naomi asked.
“Old Mossy took a fancy to the buckskin mare you pilfered.” Charlie’s eyes crinkled at the corners just the slightest when he answered. “She’s in heat. He followed her scent.” The almost smile changed to a frown and he asked, “Where the hell did you think you were going?”
“The buckskin mare belonged to one of the criminals you captured and I felt certain she was returning to familiar horses,” Naomi answered smugly.
“And even if that blockheaded idea was sound, you thought you’d just ride into an outlaw camp and do what?”
Naomi blushed and squirmed under his gaze. Her plan had been more an impulse.
“Woman, you have no sense.” He shook his head. Shrugging, he leaned close to her, his nostrils flaring as if testing the air.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
“Fixin’ your scent in my mind for if I have to go chasing after you again,” Charlie growled.
His words brought a flush of arousal flooding her body. She could smell him too and she liked his spicy male scent. She was reminded that only a blanket separated her nakedness from Charlie and her skin pebbled with awareness as her womb clenched. Thankfully he didn’t notice her unseemly response and continued explaining his plan.
“The stars’ll be out tonight and it’ll be clear enough to see.” He turned her toward the camp and her bed under the tree.  “Meanwhile, you can tender the next installment of your payment to me.”
“What?” Her voice sharpened, her disappointment a twist of pain. He didn’t need to remind her that she’d traded him liberties for his care. The hair and face creams seemed less special and her momentary pleasure at being tended disappeared.
“How many such installments will it take to close this account?” she snapped.
“Depends on the amount of danger I incur in the course of the rescue,” he murmured, leaning over her to claim her lips. And then his shoulders blotted out the sun and he laid her to the ground, coming down on top of her.
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Another Lesson In Speakng Texan

Time for another lesson in Do You Speak Texan

Y’all know I’m a real down to hear Texan. My sign says I wasn’t born here but I got here as fast as I could. One of the things I like the most is the unique jargon that is truly Texan, so today I’m going to share a little more with you.

You might be a Texan if you use the phrase “Fixin to” daily.

You don’t want a Texan to say “You’re ugly as homemade soap.”cowboy on a horse

You do want a Texan to say “You’re cute as a possum…(A word of warning here: This is not to be used by a male addressing a male. Well, perhaps some of you could…

Real Texans do not use the word “summer” as a verb.

You don’t want a Texan to say “Youj’re dumber than dirt.”

You do want a Texan to say “You’re Wolverine mean.” (This is actually a compliment…Usually.)

And by the way, it goes double from me because I graduated from the Univerfsity of Michigan so I AM a Wolverine.
Alamo 1 Avoid doing bidness with people who are greasy as lard.

You don’t want a Texan to say “You don’t know whether to scratch your watcj or wibd yiur butt.”

You do want a Texan to say “You’re tough as an old boot.”

Most words are accented in the first syllable, as follows:

HAYulp (Help)Alamo 2

CAWwur (automobile)

CAYut (feline)

DAWug (canine)

FIEyure (blaze)

GEWyum a male person)Cowboy Candy

KAYuff (a baby bovine)

Rurnt (ruined)

SHEoot (to fire a gun)

WAYell (a hole dug for drilling)

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Country Line Dancing is Making a Comeback – Are You Happy About That?

Howdy! I have something to confess. I used to teach country line dancing way back when it was popular. I taught through community education classes, at bars, and sometimes in the barn, when neighbors came to visit. I loved it.

The intricate steps and lively music kept me moving and quite a bit trimmer than I am now. Would I like to take up this sport again? I sure would. My friend Jackson Young asked me to write a line dance for one of the songs in his upcoming album, and It’s nearly complete, just one or two more moves and I should have it ready for his album release party. Woo-hoo!

Research is awesome with so many videos on YouTube now. This one, though, really caught my eye, and I sure wish I could incorporate a certain leopard Appaloosa into my routine. (sorry, the video wouldn’t embed here, so you need to click on the link, but here’s what it looks like)


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Can’t help it…Spring makes me smile! by Elle James aka Myla Jackson

After the long hard winter we had, I anxiously awaited the first glimpses of spring. And here they are for your viewing pleasure!

First were the blue hyacinths, bigger than my hand and fragrant.


Then came the daffodils (not sure what kind of daffodil this is, but it’s pretty and different) DaffodilsNow my pink and yellow tulips are blooming with a vengeance and the hosta plants are leafing, ready for the first round of deer feasting (that’s right, we call it deer salad).  The sky is blue and clear of the dreary winter clouds, the sun is shining and it renews my spirit.TulipBunchYellowTulipPinkTulipskyI found the first snake in our front yard. I thought it was worm at first until I saw the ring around his neck. He looked a little beat up and shell-shocked from just waking up to a cool spring morning. (Not a fan of snakes? Even the little ones? Sorry. I think they are cool). I hope you’re enjoying your spring and that you aren’t getting the snow my friend in Montana was gifted recently. firstsnakeWhile you’re out enjoying the blooming trees and tulips, check out my upcoming release SEAL’S SEDUCTION, the 6th book in my TAKE NO PRISONERS series. It’s available for preorder and releases April 28th.

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SEAL’S SEDUCTION (A Take No Prisoners Book #6) by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Elle James

Navy SEAL puts his training to the test when he must rescue a sexy news reporter from a hostage situation

Home on emergency leave, Navy SEAL Dusty Ford didn’t expect to run into his high school sweetheart, local news reporter Jenna Turner, figuring she’d have shaken off the dust of their hometown a long time ago. A woman as addicted to action and adventure as he was, he thought she’d have moved on. But she was still there, and every bit as distracting as she’d been when they were teens.

Jenna Turner never got over Dusty, but moved on with her life, establishing herself as a news reporter for the local station. In an effort to take on more than reporting social events and weddings, with the help of a cousin and an inside connection on the police force, she chases the hotter news items, determined to make her break into the national news scene.

Now that he’s older and wiser and his father is on the mend, Dusty tests the heat with his old flame and finds it’s sizzling. When Jenna is caught in the crossfire and taken hostage during an ATF raid, Dusty and his brothers stage a rescue operation to bring her and others out alive.

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The Nanny Plan is OUT!


Sarah M. Anderson Author, Planter of Bulbs

First off–winners from the last two months! Carol L won a copy of His Lost and Found Family! And Michelle D won a copy of Rodeo Dreams! Ladies, send your format preferences and addresses to!


LOOK! SPRING HAPPENED! I’m so excited!

Second off–Spring happened! I know for sure because my magnolia tree bloomed. YAH! Of course the magnolia blooming is a sure-fire way to guarantee that we’ll have three straight days of rain and wind. It never fails. I usually get a day of my pretty tree and then boom, awful weather. SIGH. At least the daffodils are hardy. In another week or so, the tulips will be up!

Also, I knew it was Spring because The Kid has Spring Break. He went back to school this morning. IT WAS NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON. But we had a lot of fun (mostly). We had a sleepover, saw Home (which was a super cute movie) and we spent Easter with my in-laws. Did you guys do anything special for Spring Break?

Okay! On to the sexy hero! NEW out this month is The Nanny Plan! I’m so excited about this book–it’s near and dear to my heart!

Here’s the blurb:

The Nanny Plan FINAL

This billionaire bachelor has a baby challenge… 

Being a father to his orphaned infant niece is out of this tech billionaire’s comfort zone. Lucky for Nate Longmire, Trish Hunter is a natural at motherhood, and she’s agreed to be his temporary nanny. But long glances, slow kisses and not-so-innocent touches are strictly off-limits…

Trish’s goal is to help Nate in exchange for a big donation to her charity for Lakota kids. Falling for her bachelor boss—and his adorable baby girl—is not part of the plan. But when the month is up, will she be able to walk away?

Fun stuff, right? I did a super-fun character interview with Nate and Trish over at The Book Queen’s Book Palace–I hope you check it out. It’s sort of an epilogue to the book with lots of fun insights from Trish and Nate’s point of view–and even a few surprises!

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Check out this excerpt–you guys know I save all the really steamy stuff for you!

“Trish,” he groaned again, his arms held tight at his side, his hands fisted. “Look at you. You’re stunning.” His voice shook with raw desire.

And just like that, she felt desirable in spite of her underthings. She walked over to where he stood. The added height of the bed meant that, instead of having to crane her neck up to look at him, she was a few inches taller than he was. She draped her arms around his neck again.

Stunning. She hadn’t often felt beautiful. She’d had some people try to compliment her, but the best she usually got was “striking.”

“And you, as I believe I noted before, are incredibly attractive.”

He grinned up at her, the doubt gone from his eyes. “Can I touch you now or are you still seducing me?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t touch me, did I?”

In response, his hands skimmed up the back of her thighs, over her bottom. He moved deliberately, trailing his fingertips along the waistband of her serviceable panties, over her hips, and along the elastic of her leg bands.

She couldn’t help it. She closed her eyes and let her skin take in his every movement. She tingled under his touch, little shocks of pleasure wherever his fingertips caressed her.

“You are so beautiful, Trish,” he whispered against her chest. Then he pressed his lips against the inner curve of her breast, right above the bra cup. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

He turned his head and kissed the other breast as he began to unhook her bra. A moment of panic flashed over her—what was she doing? Having sex with Nate? Was she crazy?—but then the bra gave and he pulled it off her shoulders and she moved her arms to let it fall helplessly between them and he—and he—

He licked her left nipple like he was licking an ice cream cone. As his tongue worked her into a hard, stiff peak, he glanced up at her. “Watch me,” he ordered and then he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.

“Nate!” she exclaimed in a whisper at the sudden pressure. She wanted to cry out and scream his name, but she didn’t want to wake the baby. She laced her hands through his hair. “Oh…”

“Good?” he asked, his voice muffled against her skin.

“Yes,” she said. In response, he sucked again, harder. “Oh…” she managed to say again. Her legs started to shake.

One of his hands slid down her back again, tracing her bottom before coming between her legs from behind. The position locked her body to his. Softly—so softly—his fingertips rubbed over the thin fabric of her panties. The sensation of someone that wasn’t her touching her there was so overwhelming that she couldn’t even make a noise.

“Open your legs for me,” he whispered. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

Despite the way he had her legs pinned with his arm, she managed to scoot her knees a little further apart without losing her balance.

“Mmm,” Nate hummed as he licked her other nipple. His fingers rubbed in longer strokes, so close to hitting that hot, heavy weight in the front.

So close—but not quite. He was going to drive her mad with lust. Her! Trish Hunter, who had always been above such base things. With Nate’s mouth on her, his fingers against her—

She ground against his fingers as she held his head to her breast. “Nate,” she moaned when his teeth scraped over her nipple. “Oh, Nate…”

WHEW! *fans self* Nate is my geekiest hero yet. I hope you guys like him as much as I do!

CONTEST TIME! To celebrate the release of The Nanny Plan, I’m giving away a copy of Not the Boss’s Baby (print or e; to be announced next month on the 7th)–to be entered to win, just tell me what you did for your Spring Break!

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Blueberry stains


He’d sworn not to let sexual frustration interfere with business, but all that went out the window almost the moment she’d walked into his kitchen. He’d thought he could hold himself in check, but he couldn’t even be in the same room with her without wanting her.

Hell, she’d only come out for a job. He didn’t even want to think about how many acts of sexual harassment he’d just committed. He didn’t have a clue how to deal with himself—or with Janice. He jerked his jeans up and turned to the sink, feeling like the lowest kind of predator for taking advantage of her.

He wet a towel with hot water for Janice, but when he turned back, his breath seized in his throat. She was buck naked and propped up on her elbows, hair tangled, face flushed, torso smeared with blueberry syrup, and a slow, shy, sexy-as-hell grin on her face. The vision jolted him to the core.

She looked down at herself and shook her head with a chuckle. “You sure made a real mess of me—inside and out.”

He was on her in two steps, marauding her mouth in a ferocious kiss that left them both reeling. He released her just as abruptly. “This towel ain’t gonna cut it, Red. You need a shower.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but I’m feeling kinda sorry for those hungry cows.”

“Another half hour won’t kill them,” he grunted.

“A half hour? I can shower in ten minutes.”

“I don’t think so. Blueberry stains. You’re gonna need some help cleaning all that syrup off. It’s dripped all over your back too.”

“So you’re offering to scrub my back?” Janice’s smile grew, stretching to heart-stopping proportions.

“Hell, I made the mess. Least I can do is clean it up properly.”

“You are such a hypocrite!” She laughed. “If I recall, all this began when I tried to clean up your mess.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I manage my own messes. And believe me when I say I’ve had plenty of experience at it,” he added dryly.

“Haven’t you ever let anyone else take care of you?” she asked, suddenly serious.

“No. Never had to. I manage.”

“But we all need help sometimes,” she argued.

“And that’s why you’re here,” he answered back. “I need help with the ranch…and now you need help getting that syrup washed off.”

Before she could open her mouth to argue further, he swept her up into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom. She looked down at his chest with an expression of mock dismay. “Now there’s syrup all over you too. Guess you’ll have to join me? You wash my back and I’ll wash yours?”

“You mean scratch,” he corrected gruffly, using his elbow to nudge the bathroom door open.

“Doesn’t fit the situation.” She grinned back at him.

He set her down, jerked back the curtain, and turned on the shower. He waited for the water to heat up and then handed her a bar of soap. “Get in.”

“You are too bossy by far, Dirk.”

“I can get away with it because I am the boss. Now get in.”

“Aren’t you coming?”

He grinned. “Already did.”



Rough Rider-300Can two wary hearts take another chance on love?

Two Loves Janice Combes has two loves, bucking bulls and Dirk Knowlton. But Dirk only has eyes for a dazzling rodeo queen. How can Janice ever compete while mired ankle-deep in manure?Exchanging playful banter with Dirk is all Janice can expect—until the stormy night he knocks on her door dripping wet and needing a place to crash.

Different Dreams…Dirk Knowlton is living the cowboy dream. Life should be good—roping, branding, backing broncs, riding bulls, but there’s a void he can’t seem to fill. After getting hung up by a bull, he wonders if this is really the life he wants. Restless and rebellious, he bolts…but there’s a  certain cowgirl he can’t forget.

When a battle-scarred Dirk returns to his Montana ranch he’s determined to hang on at any cost. Janice has come back home to lick her own wounds. When old dreams turn to dust, can two wary hearts take another chance on love?

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Spring is in the Air

It’s been a long, hard winter for a lot of people. I hope the snow has melted where you are, and that the sun is now shining. Here in my part of northeast Texas, the grass is green, the air is warm, and the sun…well, it’s shining once in a while.

I live in a rural area, six miles from the nearest small town and 50 miles from the big city. I love it. I love driving to the grocery store and passing field after field of horses, cows, bison, and camels. Yes, camels. And zebras. This spring we’re seeing a boom in calves of all kinds. Have you ever watched a small calf playing in the spring sunshine? They are so full of life, kicking up their heels in the sheer joy of being alive.


The plum and pear trees have already bloomed and lost those blooms. The bluebonnets are just beginning to bloom here, though they’ve been out in the hill country for a week or more. Every where you look there are red bud trees and dogwoods decked out in hot pinks and whites, yellow daffodils, and purple irises. Eggs are hatching, the bluebirds are returning, and we anxiously await the first hummingbirds of the season.



Spring means new life, and I’ve never appreciated it more than I have this year as we emerge from the frigid temperatures of February and March.

Spring for me is also a time of awakening. Writing slows down for me during the winter, but with the spring sunshine, my muse awakens, along with my brain. She recently handed me an idea for a new series, set along the Red River. Six brothers and one sister, each with a story to tell and a new love to discover. The first book is twenty percent complete, and I’ve been jotting notes for subsequent books.

I’ve already fallen in love with Cade, the oldest brother, and his two little boys. My heroine, Sarah, seems quite fond of them, too. There’s a new baby calf in the story, a litter of puppies, and like most of Texas, the flowers are in full bloom, and the heroine’s garden is growing with the promise of fresh vegetables in May and June.

Yes, it’s Spring and love is in the air.

What are your favorite things about spring?

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