Cover Reveal by Marie Tuhart

I’m so excited.  I finally got my cover for my new book Bound & Teased.

The book has a sheriff and a cowboy in it and is set in a small town.  I have a tenative release date of 8/14.

Here’s the cover:


And here’s the blurb:

Eight years ago, a naive Katie Crane ran from Ry and Jed, warned their brand of love would ruin her life. Now she’s all grown up and returning home with a better understanding of the BDSM lifestyle. After the betrayal she’s faced at her father’s hands, she worries she won’t be strong enough to submit to the men she gave her heart and virginity to at eighteen.

Jed Malloy and Ry McCade are surprised and thrilled by Katie’s return to Felton’s Creek. They’d been heartbroken after her departure and had turned to each other, embracing the BDSM lifestyle without her. Katie’s homecoming sparks hope and worry. Ry isn’t sure he can keep his dominant side under control, and Jed fears Katie will see him as less of a man by being a switch and Ry’s submissive.

Having Katie back could mean the beginning of everything   they’ve ever wanted or the end to the only family they’ve ever known.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Welcome home.” Jed’s breath skimmed her neck before his lips touched her skin.

“It’s been too damn long.” Ry didn’t hesitate, his mouth closing over hers.

Her heart pounded as Ry’s mouth devoured hers. Jed nipped at her skin with little bites where her neck and shoulder met and she let out a gasp, allowing Ry to slide his tongue past her lips.

Two sets of hands roamed over her body. Ry cupped her ass, pulling her against his hard cock. Jed teasing the underside of her breasts, making her nipples pebble while he pressed his equally hard erection against her ass.

“My turn.” The words barely registered before Ry released her lips. Strong fingers cupped her chin, her head turned, and Jed took her mouth.  His lips were softer, but his kiss was as hard and demanding as Ry’s, but less urgent.

Two men, two different kisses. Her brain grappled with the way they tasted. Each different. Ry, metal and coffee, Jed, mint and the outdoors. Oh, God. They tasted the same as they had when she was eighteen.

Her body was melting between them. She curled one arm around Jed’s neck, and the other hand began caressing Ry’s chest. Her helplessness to resist these two men was starting again. And did she care? At the moment, no, but she’d come home knowing they weren’t going to play it safe, not this time.

So what do you think?

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BY SABLE HUNTER: Stop and look at the title of this website for a second. What does it say? WILD AND WICKED. We all have some dreams about fulfilling those two words, even if it’s only in what we read, or we wouldn’t be here. Would we?

Being good is highly overrated. Just think about it. You follow the rules, stay between the lines, do without that THING you want or the WHO you want and what happens? You live to regret it. I’m already sorry for some decisions I’ve made, just trying to be good and doing what was expected of me. You know, Mark Twain said at the end of the day (your life) we won’t regret the things we did, what we’ll regret are the things we didn’t do. Now, I could go back and rehash the mistakes I’ve made in the past, the times that I did what other people wanted me to do instead of what I longed to do, but that would be fruitless. It’s water under the bridge. I’ve always tended to try and please people, even when fulfilling their expectations of me causes me to lay my own desires aside. BUT NO MORE!

I want to start a movement, a wave, a revolution of people who choose to take steps to make their own dreams come true! Now, ‘being bad’ doesn’t necessarily mean – lol – breaking the law or getting shot by a jealous wife. Most of the time things we consider bad are things like spending money on ourselves, or maybe binge watching a show when there is ironing to be done. You might want to take that dream vacation you’ve been putting off because spending money on yourself is not something you’re inclined to do. You know what I mean. Take a chance – ask that guy out that you’ve been speaking to in the grocery produce department for the last six months – or be brave and tell your husband you’d really like to have more oral sex. Ha! Be bad!

My Dad always ate dessert first, just in case. I’m not sure what he was worried about happening so he would miss dessert – choking, running out of sweets or the rapture (ye old Baptist religious reference) but I’ve seen him skip the entrees, salads and vegetables and fill his plate with coconut pie and chocolate cake. After he’d had his fill of the good stuff, he’d go and eat something else, if he wasn’t too full I guess. When he died, that was one of the things I thought about, I’m glad he got to eat all of the dessert he wanted.

So join me, my fellow do-gooders. Those of you who have lived by the rules of always doing what’s expected, of putting others first, of letting what you want take a back seat. Let’s take a stand and decide we’re going to be bad for once – – or twice! Every day I want to get up and say, “what can I do that will make me happy today”. Believe it or not, I have spent years ignoring that very thing. When you live for others instead of living for yourself, you tend to get lost in the shuffle. And losing yourself is one of the saddest things in the world.

So, here we go. These aren’t New Year’s Resolutions, these are NEW LIFE Resolutions! I resolve to take more bubble baths. I will go to a convention next year, even if it kills me – ha! I will bring more flowers inside my home. I will kiss my dogs. I will buy an expensive pair of shoes. I will go out to eat more. I will take walks to see the sunset, even when my word count isn’t completely finished. Do you get my drift?

Now, let’s try not to go bankrupt, get arrested or cause a riot. ROFL. Instead, let’s WEAR MORE JEWELRY, DRINK MORE CHAMPAGNE, WINK AT MORE GUYS, HAVE MORE SEX, EAT MORE CHOCOLATE and make MORE DREAMS COME TRUE. To enter this month’s contest for any ebook of mine you’d like to choose – tell me how you intend to put yourself first – for a change.

Here’s an example of me ‘being bad’ – sex hot enough to melt concrete. FROM TEXAS WILDFIRE, part of the 12-ALARM COWBOY SET – on sale now, to be released on AUGUST 4th.

All covers for 12-alarm cowboys12 Alarm Cowboys, Randi Alexander



It wasn’t the way he looked at her, even though his intense gaze made her wet. It wasn’t the nice things he did for her, although his thoughtfulness made her feel important. She wanted Titan and the main reason was just…him. He was sexy, sweet, smart and hot as hell. By the time they were ready to go to bed, Makenna was so ready for him, she wanted to ride him like a horse. Her bold thought made her blush, but she just went with it. They’d been relaxing in front of the television. He’d been enjoying a glass of local Moscato, but Makenna had only taken a sip. Until she found out for sure about the baby, she wouldn’t risk alcohol.

But right now she wanted something more potent—him. Makenna took his glass from his hand and set it down. Standing up slowly, she walked to the door. It took a lot of courage, but she turned, giving him a heated glance. “Titan, I can’t wait any longer. I need you. In bed. Now.” Then, she just turned and walked to his room.

Titan didn’t delay long, only enough to come to his senses. He sprang from the couch, bounded up the stairs, kicked the door closed and ripped off his shirt in one mighty move. Makenna’s eyes widened, not only at all the muscle he’d exposed but because he was stalking her across the room like a great big cat. When he reached her, she kissed him right over his heart but eased away when he tried to catch her hand. “No, I want a chance to just…look at you.” Slowly, she started to circle him. “I’ve watched you, wanted you for so long. The day of the calendar shoot, I stood at the back of the room…and my panties got wet from looking at you. Just you. The only sex in my life that counted was what I’ve had with you.”

Titan went still. This was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced. “You like looking at me about half as much as I enjoy looking at you.” But he wasn’t crazy. If Titan could make her a little crazier for him, he would. After all, he figured it would pay off—in bed. He tried to make it look natural, but he stretched a little, moved his body and flexed a muscle or two.

When Makenna came to his back, she gave in, using both hands to caress him from neck to arms, planting a kiss as high on his back as she could reach. And then she paused to skim her night shirt over her head, leaned in and rubbed on him, brushing her stiff hungry nipples back and forth across his back. As her face was pressed to his skin, she felt his chest rumble from a deep-throated growl. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed against him, her hands beginning to move. “I want to be as close to you as I can get.”

Titan thought he could be still. He tried. Those small, soft hands of hers crept up from his waist and covered his pecs, rubbing, the palms caressing his nipples. He looked down. His cock was trying to push out of his pants. “You’re teasing the beast, baby.”

Makenna smiled against his skin. What was amazing about all of this was that he was powerful, a male animal in his prime. He could hurt her if he wanted to, but she had no fear whatsoever. Titan would cut off his arm before he would harm one hair on her head. “You’re so sexy, Titan. I’m wet for you.”

She didn’t make it around to his front by herself, she had help. He pulled her around, lunged at her mouth, taking both of her breasts in his hands. As he ravished her mouth, Titan tugged on her nipples. She arched against him, sliding one hand up his chest to encircle his neck. His mouth slid off of hers, spreading a trail of hot kisses over her throat and collarbone. She followed his lead, licking and kissing his throat, then his jaw. Her spare hand wasn’t idle, she teased his nipple, lightly scoring it with her fingernails. “Enough, babe, I’m dying.” With one easy move, he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

“Now the pants, cowboy.” She lay there, spread out and ready for him.

He wasted no time or movement, losing the jeans as fast as he’d lost the shirt. “Better?” He knew his cock was appreciative, it had been living in cramped quarters.

“Come lie on top of me. I need to feel your weight.” This she wouldn’t try to explain, but the sheer bulk of him on top of her made Makenna feel sheltered, enveloped—enclosed. No one could touch her when he stood between her and the world.

“Give me that mouth,” he growled, nipping her bottom lip, eating at her lips. Makenna reveled in his lust, clinging to him and kissing him back just as feverishly. When he pulled away, she thought she’d weep, but he moved down her body, ending up at her feet. Picking up one leg, he caressed the arch, kissing a path from ankle to knee. “Roll over.”

Makenna turned over so quickly, she hoped she preserved some sense of grace. She was so excited. Her arousal was flowing down the inside of her thigh.

“Up on your knees, face in the pillow.”

About two seconds after she’d done as he asked, she felt his mouth against her pussy. “Oh, yes, God, yes.” Not being able to see what he was doing just made it more intense. A lick from his talented tongue made her groan and when he spread her open with his fingers and buried his face in her sex she thought she’d black out. Makenna perched her ass in the air, pushing back, pressing her pussy into his face.

After that, all she could do was hang onto the sheet, because he made it his personal mission to make her scream—and he was very successful. Makenna came so hard she bit a hole in his pillowcase.

Titan couldn’t believe the sight before him. He’d hit the damn love jackpot. There was no sexier woman in the world. For him, she was it. Taking his engorged cock in hand, he fit himself into her cleft, sliding in her cream before pulling back and pushing the head into her opening ever so slowly.

Makenna almost said something about a condom, but she was weak. She was addicted to the feel of him. If something happened, it was on her. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him forever. So, wanting his child was a natural extension. “More,” she whimpered and he worked his way in halfway. When he pulled back to thrust in, she countered his move, impaling herself on his big cock.

“Mercy!” he bellowed, as his body shook with the need to explode. “Hold on, I can’t stop now.” Grabbing her hips, he began to fuck her hard, covering her back, kissing her neck, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth. When she tightened down around him, milking his cock, Titan saw stars.

Taking her hips in his hands, he held her right where he needed her. Make no mistake about it, he might be on top, but she was calling the shots. At any time, if she gave any hint that she wanted him to let up, to stop, he’d cease and desist. Instead, she begged for him, “More, Ti, harder, more!”

Giving her what she needed, Titan hammered into her. Her little channel caressed him, milked him, burned him with her hunger. “Come for me, baby, I need you so much.” He slid his hands around to her front, one grasping a quivering globe, the other delving between her legs to find her clit.

Titan didn’t know if it was his words or his touch, but she bloomed for him, her body responding in the age-old way of a woman surrendering to a man. With a sexy cry, she came all over him, the pulsing spasms of her channel pushing him over the cliff—a stampede of sensation that kept his cock moving in and out of her long after the clasps of her pussy muscles had milked him of every drop.

Pulling out, he wrapped an arm around her and took her with him, him landing on his back and her spread on top of him like jam on toast. “Did I satisfy you, my Makenna?”

“Completely.” She sighed, relaxing fully against him. “Completely.”


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Volunteering a cowboy and a Rafflecopter, by Donna Michaels

Hi everyone,

I’m excited that Book 6 in my Harland County SeriesHER VOLUNTEER COWBOY is releasing 8/4 in the 12-Alarm Cowboy boxed set! The more I wrote, the more Tanner opened up, and the more I fell in love with him. Hope you enjoy him too!

Cowboy Tanner Hathaway, part time firefighter and National Guardsman, is great at volunteering his time, never his heart, but when his Pocono one-nighter shows up in Texas to help a friend, sparks ignite a flame neither of them expect. Can the county’s bad boy, convinced the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he has the courage to volunteer his heart?



If the glamour magazines could see her now, hair pulled back in a knot at the nape of her neck, no makeup, comfortable old NASCAR T-shirt and pair of cutoff shorts on legs she hadn’t shaved in two days…

“Don’t you look right at home?”

Gwen squeaked and spun around, clutching the sink behind her with one hand and her throat with the other as she faced her visitor. “Tanner,” she said, covering her pulse with her fingers in a foolish attempt to calm the rapid thumping. “You scared the hell out of me.”

If she hadn’t recognized his deep, lazy tone, her body’s reaction to his presence was a dead giveaway. Damn goosebumps raced down her arms and spine in unison. What was up with that? He was the only man ever to cause her skin to bump up.

“Sorry, darlin’. I assumed you’d heard me talking to Kerri before I came in.”

“No, I was too busy putting away pots and pans to hear you over the noise,” she told him, then added, “Darlin’.”

He chuckled as he stopped in front of her, one of the few men tall enough to make her need to tip her head to see his face. And what a handsome face it was, too. Strong cheekbones and jaw, all tanned and covered in a day’s growth of beard, dark lashes framing a brown gaze, warm…and heaven help her…heated.

“W-well, what did you want?” Even though she wanted to bolt, her stubborn side refused to let her move.

The right side of his mouth slowly tugged into a grin. “You always so testy?”

“You always so pushy?”

Now, the left side of his wicked mouth curved, too. “I’m not pushy,” he insisted, gripping the sink on either side of her, bringing his hard, muscled, black T-shirt and jean clad body to within a fragment of air from hers.

Which was a problem. A serious problem. Especially, considering just the simple act of walking and his solid frame moving made her body itch to ditch her clothes.

Not good.

His nearness fogged her brain, and heated her from the inside out. Or was that a Texas thing? She wasn’t sure. Only that he was so deliciously damn close she could see the golden specs in his eyes melt into a deep, decadent caramel blazing hot enough to evaporate her composure.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she whispered, wishing her stupid, stubborn side hadn’t butted in and she’d moved when she’d had the chance, because at the moment, she couldn’t feel her damn legs.

“Testing a theory,” he replied, his words as slow and deliberate as his movements.

And even though he’d given her plenty of time to push him away, she didn’t move a muscle. Just stood there, anticipating, and waiting for the sexy man to make a move. After several, long seconds, he leaned down and, oh God, she could feel the slightest brush of stubble against her neck as he slowly inhaled.

“Damn, no one smells as good as you, Gwen.”

He smelled pretty good, too. Damn good, and she could no more stop herself from inhaling his freshly showered, musky male scent than her eyes from crossing.

“Not good my ass,” he muttered, drawing back to stare down into her face.

She blinked, then smiled, her brain finally cluing in to what this was all about. “You’re sore about my remark yesterday.”

“Damn right.” He lifted a hand to run his finger from her ear to her jaw, lingering just below her lower lip. “What we did in the Poconos was better than good.”

True, and she even might have told him had she been able to draw air into her lungs.

Ah, shoot. He’d set his other hand on her hip and lightly squeezed while he leaned in to brush her jaw with his lips.

“Wasn’t it, Gwen?”

Her body strained closer to his and quivered when he nibbled on her ear.

“Say it.”

When she still didn’t respond, mostly because of the lack of air thing, he cupped her head and sank his teeth in the spot behind her ear that drove her crazy. Apparently, the spot had to be connected to her airway, because she was able to suck in a breath, and even let out a strangled moan. “Yes…

He continued to stroke and tease with his mouth and tongue while she slid her hands up his chest.

“I could have you crying out in less than five minutes,” he murmured, his words as hot as his breath on her skin and the bulge pressing against her low, and nearly on target.

She let out a needy little sound and fisted his shirt. Damn man was trouble.

When he drew back, eyes heavy-lidded and wicked, he glanced from her hands to her face. A slow, satisfied smile curved his sexy lips. “Not good my ass,” he repeated.

Part of her wanted to push him away and tell him to get the hell out of the kitchen, but another part, a bigger part, wanted her to start owning up. To be real with people. Not fake.

So, even though it was tough, she held her head high and smoothed out his shirt. “You’re right. It was better than good, Tanner. It’s just not the reason I’m down here.”

12 Alarm Cowboys, Randi Alexander

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To celebrate this 12-Alarm Cowboys boxed set, and some SEALs launching the same day in Cat Johnson’s Hot SEALs Kindle World, we’re holding a Rafflecopter!

Good luck!!


And if you’re in New Orleans next weekend, I hope you can drop by the Holiday Inn-Superdome for the Author/Reader Con Book signing! There’ll be some great authors, great swag, and even some cowboys!

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As always, thanks for reading,


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Guess who’s coming August 4? In more ways than one! (wink!) – Desiree Holt

It’s the next Naked Cowboy!

Leave a comment for a chance to win one of the Naked Cowboy books.

Get ready for Naked Heat. Naked cowboys Book #7

Which burns hotter…their desire, or his need for revenge?

The hunt for the drunk driver who killed his twin sister leads Andrew “Mac” McDaniel to Saddle Wells, Texas. From the moment he buys the rundown Hannigan Ranch, he gets more help than he wanted or thought he needed from “the crew” of Saddle Wells. Including from the sexy realtor who sold him the place.

When Nida Beloit hands over the keys to Mac’s new ranch, electricity sizzles between her and the investment advisor who sold everything to focus on his independent investigation. Yet even as they indulge in nights of erotic sex, Mac’s obsession drags at what’s growing between them.

Nida wonders if she can bear to stand by and watch him destroy himself—especially when the end of his investigation sends him careening toward a potentially disastrous act of revenge.


Warning: Contains one hot property of a cowboy, and a lady who knows a fixer upper when she sees one. Question is, is her heart tough enough to take on the job?

“You’ve certainly got lots of sweat equity into this,” she commented.

“That’s the damn truth. And lot’s more to come.”

There was more silence. “I know you didn’t come here just to hide out in a rundown house,” she said at last. “When you’ve dealt with troubles, you can sense them in others.”

“Nida, listen. I—”

“I don’t want an explanation. Just know that if you need someone to listen, I’m here. And I don’t tattle.”

“I wouldn’t think you did.”

He turned toward her at the same moment she moved to look at him, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to put his hands on her shoulders and take a good long look into those mysterious eyes. It seemed even more natural for him to cup her chin and tilt her face upwards. He was a bare whisper from her mouth when he stopped.

“I’m going to kiss you. Take a step back if you don’t want that.”

When she didn’t move, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Damn, she tasted incredible, hot and sweet at the same time. When she opened her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside and every nerve in his body fired. His cock, already throbbing with need, swelled even more, and his balls ached like a son of a bitch. Heat surged through his body as their tongues tangled and he drank her in. He could stay like this forever.

Breaking the kiss was one of the hardest things he’d ever done and took every ounce of his self-discipline. What he really wanted to do was carry her in the house, strip off all her clothes and run his tongue over every inch of her body.

“Nida, I have to tell you—”

She touched her slim fingers to his mouth. “You don’t have to tell me a thing. That is, until you feel you want to.” She took a step back. “Good night, Mac. It was great seeing you again.”

She gave him a smile that was half-shy, got in her SUV and drove down the driveway.

Mac stood there staring after her for a very long time.






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New York! New York! by Cynthia D’Alba!

Howdy from the Big Apple! Home of consistent honky horns, sirens, and lots of blinking neon lights! I have discovered that I miss the quiet, the sound of wind through the trees, green grass, winding backroads and coffee that doesn’t cost $5 for a cup! As you can tell, I can NOT a big city gal! I’m here for the Romance Writers of American conference. I’m exhausted! If you follow me on Facebook, you saw my in-room dinner last night. Ahh. What a treat! (if you don’t, why not??)

I write small town contemporaries because apparently that’s the life I see as ideal but it’s certainly not for everybody! How many billionaire/big city books are out there? Lots! But give me a southern cowboy with a soft smile, a twinkle in his eye wearing a pair of Wrangles that hug him in all the right places! The most famous cowboy where I am right now is the Naked Cowboy (Google this if you don’t know who that is!) but trust me…ain’t nobody wantin’ to see that!

Tonight, there are LOADS of parties…I’m not going to any of them. :) BUT there is a cover model shoot at 7. I think that sounds MUCH more interesting, don’t you?

So, NYC…Your kind of town?

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Guest Blogger Maddie Taylor’s Smokin’ Hot Cowboy Erotica Saloon

I’m excited to be back for the third time on Wild and Wicked Cowboys. My visits coincide with a new release as always, but I also wanted to share about a new Facebook page I started called the Smokin’ Hot Cowboy Erotica Saloon. (link: )

Already 75+ member’s strong, we are a group readers and authors of western and cowboy inspired erotic and romantic fiction. We post, discuss, promote, savor and salivate over everything cowboy. Stop by, check us out, and join if you’re so inclined. We’d love to have you.

Now, let me introduce The Trail Master’s Bride with a clip.


Warning: there’s some good old fashioned over-the-knee justice dished out toward the end, (all adult) in the manner of John Wayne as McClintock, minus the fireplace shovel. Yikes! So, if you’re offended by such shenanigans, skip on past the excerpt to the blurb. J

Here we go…

As the guide and trail master, I have extra duties beyond what the other men have. I scout, guide the train, arbitrate disagreements, set the watch, and see to the safety of every man, woman, and child on this train. I also must ensure that we keep to a reasonable timetable so we don’t find ourselves in the middle of the Cascades in early fall with two feet of snow to deal with, which let me make perfectly clear is deadly. If that isn’t enough, on a daily basis, I get to deal with a bellyaching brat who was dumped in my lap. What’s more, she can’t seem to realize this isn’t Boston and the servants aren’t going to tote and fetch for her anymore. Now, I’ve set you a task and expect it done without any more lip. Understand?”

Before he said more or really lost his temper, he walked away without waiting for answer. He’d taken no more than three or four steps when something hit him square in the back with a thud, stopping him mid-stride. After a brief pause, he slowly turned back. As he did, another projectile came his way and struck him dead center in the chest. Gawking down at the dark brown smudge on his shirt, his eyes came up, absolutely amazed at her gall.

“Did you just throw dung at me?” He asked the obvious, completely flabbergasted that she would throw anything, let alone excrement at him.

“I want to make something clear to you, oh, mighty wagon master. Never in all of my twenty years did I imagine a life such as this, so excuse me if I don’t jump for joy at the chores you have assigned. Gathering animal dung on the prairie was not my lifelong dream. So if I’m irritable, or uncertain, or if I need a night off from blistered fingers while I cook for you, you’ll just have to put up with it and my bratty bellyaching.”

Unable to get over the fact that she had thrown shit at him—twice—he heard her words, but they didn’t register. “I asked a question, Mina. Did you just throw buffalo dung at me?”

“I did, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Have a good night.”

To his out-and-out disbelief, she walked away from him. He saw red. Just who did the little brat think she was, hurling shit at him? He was after her lickety-split, catching up with her at their wagon. Without another word, he propped his boot upon the wheel and pulled her face down over his thigh. As she kicked and screamed, he hauled up her skirt and petticoat, leaving her thin white drawers in place. Although fit to be tied, he noticed how the linen pulled across her hips and thighs in this position. Reminding himself why she was upended, for an excellent reason at that, he proceeded to wear her tail out.

Swatting her no less than thirty times, he paid no heed to her fussing and squirming. As the first ten landed, she cussed a blue streak. By the second set of ten, she was apologizing and pleading for him to stop. The last ten were accompanied by sniffles and promises to never do it ever again.

At thirty, his ire had abated enough to set her back on her feet, taking hold of her shoulders for two reasons: to steady her on her noodle-like legs and to keep her from running off if her temper returned. Tears glistened on her cheeks, which softened his heart, but by God, she’d thrown shit at him.

“Never again, Mina. If you dare repeat it, you’ll find me taking my time to pull down your drawers, bare your behind, and paddle your disrespectful bottom with the bread board hanging in the wagon. Am I making myself clear?”

She nodded.

“Not good enough. I want to hear it.”

“It’s clear. I promise I won’t ever do that again.” She tried to pull her face away, but he held firm. She closed her eyes tightly instead. Then she surprised him by admitting, “I’m truly mortified that I did that. I’m so sorry.”

“What possessed you?”

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, admitting, “I have a quick temper, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Always have. For some reason, you seem to bring it out of me better than most.”

As he stared at her, he felt his anger melt away as pride welled up at her honest profession, as well as the burgeoning tenderness that seem to grow more every day, even though she’d thrown buffalo shit. He shook his head while laughing softly, the sound coming out in a disbelieving huff as he pulled her close.

“What am I going to do with you, darlin’?”

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The Blurb:

After being cast out of her childhood home by her horrid stepmother and forced into a marriage by her uncaring father, Mina Hobart reluctantly begins the journey west on the Oregon Trail, hating every minute of each hot, dusty day. Then tragedy strikes and Mina is left a widow.

The west is no place for a young, newly single woman, and the job of keeping Mina safe—and keeping her in line—falls to Weston Carr, the rugged trail master. Weston quickly proves more than ready to tame the feisty redhead’s careless ways and sassy tongue, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.

Unfortunately, even as Mina does her best to learn to cook over a camp fire, make coffee properly, and do the laundry in a creek, jealousy and gossip among the other wives quickly build into significant strife in the wagon train. To quell the gathering storm, Weston is forced to take matters into his own hands and make Mina his bride, whether she likes it or not.

Despite Weston’s rough ways and firm-handed discipline, Mina soon finds pleasure in his arms far beyond anything she has experienced before. But when a series of mishaps befalls the wagon train—incidents in which Mina is the prime suspect—the new couple’s growing bond is badly strained. Can Mina prove she is not at fault before things come to a head, and if she does, will Weston be able to protect her from whichever of their traveling companions is up to no good?

Publisher’s Note: The Trail Master’s Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Thanks for letting me share and for stopping in. In a few months, I hope to be back with the third in my Silverbend Series; Wild Wisteria, which is Luke Jackson’s story and sadly the end of my trilogy.

Happy summer! Maddie J

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Enough Rope to Have Fun…and a Kick-Ass Cowboy Event!–Em Petrova

Hey y’all! It’s definitely cowboy season here because the rodeo is coming this weekend! Guess who’s getting out her cowgirl boots and practicing twirling some rope? Well, not this girl–on the rope part, anyway.

But I am definitely getting ready to sit in the stands with a bunch of country people and look at some tight Wrangler butts. Aren’t you?

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Oh look, he’s all ready for some fun, too!

For me, this summer is all about lengthening the rope. What does that mean? That I’m not holding back for a minute. I’m grabbing on to what I want and having a great time doing it, even if it’s out–WAY OUT–of my comfort zone.

It means driving places I’ve never been and asking near strangers to go places and do things with me. Why? Because why not? We always need friends, and at the end of my life, I won’t regret doing something as much as I’ll regret NOT doing it.

I’m putting out the word about Sat. June 25. It’s NATIONAL COWBOY DAY! So many of us authors on this blog are attending this Facebook event. I hope you will too. If you join early, when we hit 1000 attendees, we’re giving away a Kindle Paperwhite. PLUS, one lucky partier will get a gift card. Not to mention every author is giving away her own prizes. So do not even blink. Or breathe. Just CLICK JOIN.

If nothing else, come for the half-naked cowboy photos. The wall’s bound to be plastered with them!

Now for a sneak peek at Cowboy Rush, available only at Amazon!

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In seconds he was drenched to the skin. Worse, he looked up to see Ryan riding hell-bent for the barn, her clothes pasted to her, hair dark with wetness. With a huff, he rushed after her.

By the time he reached the dry space, she had a towel in hand, rubbing down her horse. Droplets zigzagged down her throat to cling to the top of her breasts before disappearing into her cleavage. He gaped at her for a heartbeat then sprang forward.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice came out harsher than ever.

She whirled. “Rubbing down Beauty.”

He did a double-take. “Beauty? You named her?”

“Yeah, it fits. Now leave me alone, Kade Dalton. I got this.”

He opened his mouth to say something smart but couldn’t. Not when she stood there putting her animal first. Most women would be squealing about their hair frizzing but she wasn’t a bit fussed.

Outside the wind drove the rain at the side of the barn. They both turned to stare at the opening and the flood of water washing over the floor. Beauty stamped.

“A bad storm.” Her voice was almost a squeak.

Looking at her closer, he said, “My brothers are still out there. Manny too.”

“Not your pa. He came out of the field early.”

The crawling feeling was back. If something had happened to his mother again, he couldn’t afford another day with his head about to explode.

He yanked off his hat and rubbed a hand over his wet face. When he let his hand drop, Ryan was staring. “Get a towel for yourself, Greenhorn.”

She bristled. “You’re as wet as I am.”

Oh hell, that was worse. He was wet, she was wet…in seconds their clothes could be in a heap and the pair of them tucked up in a warm bed of hay. Kissing, tumbling, sliding into her wicked tight sheath.

He groaned. “I said grab a towel. I’ll take over.” He took the towel out of her hand and began working Beauty’s wet coat.

He wasn’t prepared for the blow that glanced off his back. “What the—” He looked up in time to receive a shove in the side. He braced his legs and lowered his head. “Did you just throw a horse brush at me?”

“Yeah.” She looked as surprised as he felt.

“And hip check me?”

“Yes, I did.” Her lips curled in a sneer he burned to wipe off her face—with his mouth.

He stopped what he was doing and stalked toward her, gathering his control with each boot fall. “Look, woman, I don’t know where you come from, but we don’t solve our problems with our fists here.”

“Is that why your knuckles were scabbed over a week ago and Witt had a green bruise on his cheek?” When she settled one hand on her narrow waist, his cock stiffened painfully.

After she removed her hat and raked her fingers through her long, wet hair, he couldn’t take it another minute. He lunged forward. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he lifted her. Slammed his mouth over hers.

Her eyes flared wide a split second before she locked her hands on his nape, angled her head and kissed him back with all the pent-up passion he felt raging through his system. Teeth, lips, tongue. He stabbed deep, drawing moans from her. Her sweetness permeated his head and shredded the last of his control.

He’d been about to tell her to keep her hands to herself and now all he wanted was her touching him. Need mounted. He rocked his hips against hers, pulling another earthy groan from her sweet pink lips.

Wild for more, he backed her against the nearest wall, pinioning her between his body and hard wood. He wasn’t ashamed to grind his hips against hers in a primal dance as old as time.

She ground right back.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He claimed her mouth again, cradling her face and drinking deep. Using her arm strength, she levered herself up to place her legs around his hips. Desire attacked his system. He had to taste more of her. Had to sink into her.

With a groan, he tore his mouth free and kissed down her delicate jaw. Bit her chin. She cried out as he moved to her delicious throat and creamy breasts. He licked the wetness from her skin, aching for the moisture between her thighs.

Her ragged breathing spurred him on, along with the scorching heat of her body through her very wet clothes. “You aren’t shivering,” he said between kisses.

“Neither are you. Girls…” gasp, “…aren’t much different than boys.”

He pulled back to look into her eyes. Dark green with gold flecks. When she came, what color would they turn? Hell, he couldn’t think of that.

He shouldn’t even be touching her. He had no right.

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Free Ebook July 20, 21 & 22 – Double Her Fantasy by Randi Alexander

The first book of the Double Seduction Series is free for a limited time!

Double Her Fantasy by Randi AlexanderAt a comic book convention, artist Megan Shore is thrilled to meet action movie hunk Garret McGatlin. Usually reclusive, Megan flirts with the leading man of her sexual fantasies. He invites her to his suite for a drink, but when she arrives, his rancher brother Trey opens the door and unleashes Megan’s cowboy fantasy. Both men pour on the charm, and she can’t decide which of them she desires more.

The McGatlin brothers have shared women, but none of them were like Megan, irresistible and perfect for both of them. Working together, they execute a potent seduction. During a hot, amazing week, the three-way relationship becomes emotionally charged. When they’re thrown into the media spotlight, Megan fears the exposure will trigger a past threat. Garrett and Trey need to prove they can keep Megan safe as well as happy and satisfied in their arms.


Here’s a sexy excerpt for you, and if you’d like to read the first chapter, it’s available on my website.

The restaurant was amazing. Megan, Trey and Garret sat in a big, half-circle booth, with her in the middle, of course, and both men did their best to charm her and seduce her. Never had she felt more desired, more feminine seductress. Her own passion kept her hot and juiced, and her excitement level spiked to lustful when one of them nibbled at her wrist or the other played with her earring.

Her doubts left her as the sensual feelings coursed through her. When would they ask her to spend the night between them?

When the desserts came, Garret held out his fork to her with a bite of his chocolate cheesecake. “Over the years, Trey and I have grown to enjoy different things in life.”

She took the dark, creamy sweet into her mouth and held it for a moment, enjoying the flavor before she chewed and swallowed.

Trey offered her a forkful of pecan pie with ice cream. “We’ve also learned that we have the exact same taste in some things.”

She ate the gooey pie, savoring it slowly, letting the ice cream melt on her tongue.

“Like women,” Trey continued. “In middle and high school, we’d fight over girls because we had to have the one the other liked.”

Garret slid his hand up her thigh, just under her dress, and rested it there, his fingers inches from her mound.

Megan’s pussy flooded with warmth and her breath came shallow.

Garret leaned close, his clean, citrus scent drifted over her. “We’d steal each other’s girlfriends until it got to the point where no one would date us because they knew the other one would be after them.”

Trey slipped his hand up her other thigh. Roughened from ranch work, the scrape against her sensitive flesh sent quivers from her leg to her core.

Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the feeling of two hands caressing her, two men seducing her. Her hips slowly tilted up, silently offering them more as tingles spread along her spine.

“Finally, after Garret got a place in LA and I went to visit, his girlfriend offered to…”

“To do both of you?” she whispered, almost afraid of the naughty words.

Their hands eased her thighs apart. Trey’s fingers eased up her inner thigh, hot and demanding, until it brushed softly against her thong and her bare, waxed cunt.

Garret’s hand slid under her thigh and his fingers found the crevice between her ass cheeks. Oh, jeez, was he going to touch her there?

“Is the lady feeling well?”

Megan opened her eyes.

Their waiter watched her, his head tilted to the side.

“I’m not feeling well enough to finish dessert…here.” She glanced at Trey and Garret. Their wicked smiles nearly made her laugh.



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BY SABLE HUNTER – First things first – Contest winner from last post for a copy of YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND or your choice of one from my back list  – two people – – and Teresita Reynolds. Email me at  Okay, back to the post… I got a new car! Yes! No, I didn’t get the Batman Corvette Stingray. While I was shopping for it, the young athletic man who was selling it to me got in the car to demonstrate all of its bells and whistles and when he finished, he almost was not able to get out of it. The car sits on the ground, you see. He pulled and strained and spread his legs and yanked on the steering wheel and finally managed to push/pull his way out of the car. I knew then, it wasn’t for me. I am too clumsy to own a car that you have to roll out of – — so I went another direction. Still, a snazzy car – a BMW 750LI  – – dark, dark graphite with saddle interior. Here, let me show you.

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So, on the way home, there was a lot of traffic. I live off of 360 in Austin and rush hour is way crowded. This particular day as I was coming off 183 from the dealership with my brand new car, there had been two fender-benders and I was creeping. It wasn’t so bad, I was playing with buttons and looking at the wood grain on the dash and finagling with the seat controls. And then it happened… I was sitting in traffic behind another car waiting to move my requisite four inches when my car just died! I mean there was no engine sound, no air sound – I was sitting in a new, dead, one-hundred grand, brand spanking new car on the crowded freeway and I didn’t even know how to turn on the dang car phone yet! What am I to do? I was startled, scared, and PO’ed to the inth degree. But – – – the car moved ahead of me, I lifted my foot off the brake and my car started back up. WTF?

That was just the beginning of adventures with my new car. I have named him – his name is Victor. For some reason the car reminds me of Victor Newman from the Young and the Restless. What can I say? My car has this attitude. I almost don’t feel good enough for him, I think when I’m not looking he turns his grill up at me. Anyway, a couple of days after I got Victor home, I finished TEXAS WILDFIRE and got it off to the editors. I then decided to take a working break and travel to one of the settings of my next book, a HELL YEAH!, IF I CAN DREAM – Tennessee and Molly’s story. He’s a tracker and I wanted him to meet her in Big Bend Country. So, Victor and I packed up and headed off way down south, about six hours from Austin on the Rio Grande, the border between Texas and Mexico.

Victor likes to be in control. He has this overhead display in the windshield, this hologram thing that tells me if I’m going too fast. If I get too close to the car in front of me, Victor slows down. If I get near the right-of-way or stray too near the lane beside me, Victor shakes his steering wheel at me. If I travel too many hours without stopping, Victor announces on the screen that we need to take a break and gives me options listed for places to stop. I’m afraid to argue, Victor is bigger than me.

And I have to watch Victor, he’s a tease. Let me tell you what he did…

Now for those of you who don’t know Big Bend National Park – it’s gorgeous – it’s intimidating – it’s remote as hell! You don’t just accidentally go there, you have to drive to the ends of the earth to get there. That’s why it is the least visited national park in the US, where places like the Grand Canyon or Yellowstone get five million visitors a year, Big Bend gets three hundred thousand. But for those willing to make the drive, it’s worth it.

I checked into this unique ritzy/rustic restored Old West hotel that now has a luxury spa, an outstanding restaurant and all of the nice amenities you can think of – – – BUT it had a low flow shower, no TV, and you couldn’t lower the thermostat beyond 70 degrees. For someone who is used to sleeping at 63 degrees, that’s hot. Hell, I had to buy a fan to blow on me and the dogs. And speaking of dogs, these animals had the full back seat to themselves – let me show you.

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And were they satisfied? NO! Everybody wanted in the front seat. And you’ve never lived until you have tried to drive around hair-pin tight mountain curves with drop offs of thousands of feet with two dachshunds standing on your lap trying to peer over the steering wheel. And Mojo decided to whine about everything – it was too cold, too hot, the window was too high, he needed to poop, he was bored – haha – Abby Grace is a better traveler.

And now for the reason I wrote this blog post. Are you ready? Now you will know why I write books. I have this out of control imagination!!!

Let me set the stage… There are only two ways into Big Bend – Highway 385 and Highway 118. And we’re talking remote here. Remote as in miles and miles of the Chihuahuan Desert. This is the type of country you see on television where the man is dragging himself through the sand and cactus with his tongue hanging out. I mean people die here! The main causes of death in the park is not bears or mountain lions – of which there are both! It’s dehydration and hypothermia. So, you do not want to break down. There is no cell phone service. But what you do have in plenteous supply is border patrol.

Now, let me stop here before you get your hackles up one way or the other. I am a Texan and we have a border with Mexico which is a bone of contention for the whole nation. Both of the nations involved in fact. And you know I am sympathetic to all concerned. If you’ve read THUNDERBIRD about the sexy Kyle Chancellor and his Hannah, you’ll remember Hannah was an undocumented immigrant (engaged to the conservative candidate for the Texas Governorship – – yep, that was quite a story) ANYWAY, I do not sit in judgement. But what you need to know is there is no wall at this part of the border. The river can be waded across here. But why would you do it? To get to the border from Mexico at this point, one would have had to cross miles and miles of inhospitable desert, only to cross the tiny band of water and face another stretch of miles and miles of inhospitable desert and mountains. There are better places to cross.

Regardless, there was a border patrol station that one has to pass on the way in and out of the park. In fact they have one lane of traffic blocked off so that can inspect each and every car. They don’t inspect you going in, they stop you coming out. So, here we go. Victor and I pass the first border patrol station and enter the park. It was fairly intimidating. All of these white trucks and vans and cameras set up on both sides of the road. I smiled and waved as I entered. Started to say, Yes, I’m Sable Hunter. I write erotic romance, so many of you are so handsome and ripped – may I take your picture? But I didn’t. I behaved. We drove on in the park and the scenery hit me between the eyes – WHAM! Mountains and gullies and hills and cactus and brilliant venues on every side. I was in awe! And of course there were planes and helicopters every once in a while. I suppose they were looking for poor souls trying to enter the country, traversing this hostile landscape. IN OTHER WORDS, if you don’t realize it by now – My imagination was working overtime and I was really in the midst of my own Sable Hunter book or maybe a Quentin Tarantino movie.

Despite the Homeland Security hoopla there was no traffic. I might as well have been the only person on the face of the earth. I was surrounded by beauty, two dogs and a cranky car. So, I decided to take pictures. Now, there was no place to pull over, so I just stopped in the road to get out and take a picture of this looming mountain with enough foothills to mimic bubble-wrap. And when I did, I heard it – the far-off wail of a siren. Imagine it. It was like you’re in your home and you hear an ambulance and a police car in the distance, you wonder what’s going wrong. My mind went into high gear – sirens! And then I realized it was probably an intimidation factor. If anyone were trying to traverse this desert, the sound of the sirens would have them worried and looking over their shoulder at every opportunity. It made me feel funny. As I stepped away from the car, I forgot about the siren, I was too entranced with the beauty in front of me, but I did notice a strange silver disc on a pole in the distance – and I thought, Yea, they have installed speakers in the desert to transmit siren noises like they used to pump loud rock music at the drug-lord Noriega’s stronghold trying to drive him crazy enough to surrender.

Do you see how my mind works?

Anyway, back to my story. I went deeper into the park and every time I got out of the car to take a photo or inspect an exhibit, I heard the distant sirens. Once I was away from the car, I’d sorta forget about them. But I heard them over and over again. I started trying to figure out a way to incorporate the sirens into my story – the method didn’t come to me right away, but I knew it would. When I stopped for pamphlets at Panther Junction, where there was a smidge of internet, I even googled ‘Sirens in the desert’, ‘Sirens on the border’, ‘Sirens in Big Bend’. But you know what? I found Nothing. Nada!

Oh well, I went on. More gorgeous scenery. More magnificent cliffs and hills and drop offs and desert. I have pictures!


As I drove, my mind worked and I kept taking pictures. The sirens seemed to follow me as I drove the hours and hours through the park. And then like a ray of sunshine, clarity finally came.

The only time I heard the distant sirens was when I was getting out of Victor. When I would step away, the sirens faded to nothing. To my absolute amazement, horror, chagrin – what have you, I realized VICTOR WAS MAKING THE SIREN NOISE! Every time I would get up out of the seat, the balance or air flow or suspension would readjust. I guess my butt was just big enough to make it go through this redistribution of air, making this noise that mimicked the sirens used to warn the people of London that Hitler was about to drop a bomb!

Yes, I embarrassed myself. What if I had actually asked someone about it? As expected, I was stopped by the border patrol on my way out. Two rather handsome young men and their K-9 companion inspected my new car with its big back seat and bigger trunk to see if I had stuffed it full of hapless, helpless immigrants. After all, they probably know I’m on the constant look-out for cover models and if I could pick up a couple of tall dark and handsome ones strolling through the desert, I might be tempted. But what if I had asked? “Pardon me sirs, can you tell me about the sirens sounding in the desert?” And batted my eyes at them. They would have known I was as crazy as I look!

Ah well, now you know the rest of the story.

They shouldn’t let people like me out of the house.

Victor, the smart-ass, laughed all the way back to Austin.

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Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter – When a Cowboy Loves a Woman


Bridget Cooper, an assistant trainer at a small western barn, has fallen hard for horse handler and cowboy, Caden Price. Their days together are idyllic, their nights filled with torrid passion. She believes they have something special, and is stunned when she discovers him in the arms of another woman.

Strong-willed and defiant, she rebuffs his attempts to contact her, and hoping time and distance will mend her broken heart, she accepts an offer from an exclusive dude ranch several hours away. Shortly after she arrives, she is alarmed and distressed to discover that Caden is the trainer who supplies the horses.

Bridget is in for a second surprise. She is unaware that Caden has a dominant, salacious side, and is a strict disciplinarian. Finding her alone and still unwilling to hear what he has to say, he pulls her over his knee.

   “You never let me explain what you saw. You just jumped to conclusions, and I’m gonna spank you until you agree to sit quietly and listen.”

Will Caden’s hot hand make her pay attention? Will the spanking spark her body as his romantic love sparked her heart? Will the love and passion they had once shared be rekindled, perhaps even inflamed when the truth of Caden’s true nature is revealed?

And what about the exclusive dude ranch? The celebrity clients and the other staff members? What temptations might be there in the isolated, luxury paradise called Dudley’s Dude Ranch?

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The hay is kept at the back of the barn. It has a sliding door that’s closed in inclement weather, but being spring it’s wide open, allowing the moon to shed its silver light upon Caden as he carries Bridget and lays her on a soft cushion of hay. Kissing her softly, he leaves for a moment to fetch a blanket from his truck, and when he returns he is delighted to find her naked and waiting for him.


Stripping off, he watched her pull her T-shirt over her head, and when she slid off her panties and unhooked her bra, her glorious nakedness sent his cock surging to life. Falling back on the bed he placed his hands around her fleshy mounds, holding them tightly, and dropping his lips to her nipples he sucked and tongued, eliciting gasps and soulful moans as her fingers dug into his back.

“Caden, take me, please, take me.”

Lifting his head he met her eyes, then slipping a hand between her nether lips he let out a low groan.

“Darlin’, you’re soppin’.”

“I know,” she gasped, “I need you, please.”

Pushing her legs apart he kneeled up between them, and grabbing her hips, clutching tightly, he jerked her into his pelvis.

“You said want me to take you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Let’s double-check,” he teased, fingering her soaked, hungry channel.

“Please,” she begged.

Placing his cock at her entrance, he plunged forward, then holding her still he began to stroke, her cries and gasps feeding his lust. When her eyes closed and her back arched, he paused, slowly withdrew, and flipped her over.

“Elbows and knees,” he directed.

She moaned loudly as she assumed the lewd position, and as his hands began moving across her scarlet moons, then grasped them, she buried her head in the down comforter and let out a cry.

“You want my cock again?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Yes, please, Sir,” he said sternly.


“You heard me. Things are gonna be different this time around. You want my cock back inside you?”

“Yes, please, Sir,” she wailed.

Lining himself up, he paused a moment, then charged himself home, drawing a muffled howl.

“Now I’m gonna ravage you,” he declared, “and I’m gonna do somethin’ else, somethin’ you resisted. This time, though, you’re gonna mind. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she groaned knowing exactly what he meant.

Bridget was overcome. This was a different Caden. This Caden wasn’t going to tolerate any of her nonsense or let her throw tantrums, and as he continued fondling her tender backside, she realized he would no longer allow her to dictate what they did in bed. A shard of panic sizzled through her, but it was panic tinged with excitement.

I wish I’d known you could be this way. Oh, Caden, you were right. You should have spanked me ages ago.

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