What a Month It’s Been! by Cynthia D’Alba

Wow! Where did the last month go? Time does seem to fly. Let’s see… what have I been up for the past month?

Well, first, I have a new great niece. Welcome Lydia Kate Mitchell to the world! 8 pounds, 10 ounces. 21 inches long. BIG baby! I finally got to meet her yesterday. (I’m up in NW Arkansas just to see Lydia) Obviously she’s beautiful. But she is such a good baby. We manhandled her from person to person (my mother is with me) and sweet Lydia never complained!

Oh, and next, my hair has started coming back in! It seems to be, um, GRAY!!! Damn chemo changed the color of my hair. Looks like it’s going to be curly. Well, this is a project to be reported on in the future.

Another piece of good news is that I HAVE FINISHED RADIATION for my breast cancer! Finished last Friday. That seems to have gone well. I’m still tired (and driving 4 hours to see my new great niece didn’t help that!) but overall, I’m doing great. Breast cancer is in the rear view mirror my life and fingers crossed it stays there.

Kindle World Cover for CCHmmm…. seems like one other event happened. Let me think… OH YEAH!! CADILLAC COWBOY CAME OUT LAST WEEK!

This book is a tad different from my usual books. Yes, it’s a love story. Yes, it has an alpha male but there is more humor that I usually write. I actually LOVE this story. There’s a magic to it that I can’t explain. It was a joy to write. Have you read it yet?

Here’s the official blurb:

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

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

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

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

If you’ve got $1.99 hanging around, I sure hope you pick up Cadillac Cowboy!
Click HERE for your copy

So what’s your news for the past month?


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Claiming Coral by Guest Blogger Maddie Taylor

About The Red Petticoat Saloon series:

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Author Maddie Taylor joins a long list of other USA Today and international bestselling authors to breath danger, suspense, intrigue, romance and a healthy dose of steam to bring this unique series to life.

Each stand-alone book tells the compelling story of a different woman, ‘a gem’, who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they have become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers continuity as they meet women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.


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Claiming Coral

by Maddie Taylor


“I don’t like you working here.”

She stiffened. “It’s honest work, and from what I’ve seen so far, decent money.”

“You’re a lady, sweetheart. That’s obvious to anyone one who’s got eyes. You belong in a drawing room serving tea, not slinging drinks for a bunch of rough prospectors.”

“Even ladies need to eat and have a roof over their heads, Mr. Magnusson.”

“It’s Bo. And being a saloon girl is not what you are cut out for. I know about Nathan Blackstone and your misfortune, coming all this way expecting to be a bride.

“You’ve asked after me?”

He smiled softly. “It’s a small town and a beautiful new arrival, down on her luck, is the talk of it.”

Heat crept into her cheeks at his compliment.

“It is such a shame, because when I met you that first day, fresh off the stage, that was exactly how I saw you. Wife to some lucky man, someone who would take care of you and keep you safe, and well away from the rough sort who would pinch your behind or pay for your time,” he murmured. As he did so, he moved in even closer, his hand sliding down her cheek to her chin, and angling it up. “Someone like me.”

“But you barely know me.”

“Which is something I’m hoping to change.”

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Balking at pre-arranged marriage number four to a man older than her father, Carissa Fulwiler leaves New York City humiliated and alone, but determined to take her future into her own hands. She travels to California to begin a quiet life on the western frontier as a mail-order-bride to a young man of her own choosing. But fate has never been kind to her and she arrives in Culpepper Cove to find her would-be husband dead from a freak accident, leaving her with little money, no job, and no place to live. With few options, Carissa ends up as Coral, the newest Gem at the Red Petticoat Saloon.

Bo Magnusson left his troubled past behind long ago and traveled west. Now that he’s established as the town’s blacksmith and owner of the busy livery stable, he’s ready to settle down and begin a family. One day, a down on her luck lovely redhead arriving by stage catches his eye.    She is obviously a lady and needs a man to protect her, especially when her dire straits force her to take a job dancing with lonely prospectors at the local saloon. This doesn’t sit well with him and he pursues her only to be politely, but flatly, rejected. But Bo is stubborn, and he won’t give up trying until his ring is on her finger and she bears his name, even if the convincing means that she’s sporting a bright red bottom while he rekindles her heart and keeps her safe.

Having at last won the stubborn young widow’s hand, Bo and Coral settle into their new life together, but their pasts come calling one day when her father’s man comes to town ready to drag Coral back to New York by whatever means possible. Tempers rise and secrets are revealed, but when the dust settles, will Bo and Coral still be together, or will the treachery and vindictiveness of those dead set against their love tear them apart?

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Author Bio:

A USA Today bestselling author, Maddie is also a lifelong reader. She became a romance junkie as a teen with her first romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss. From then on, she was hooked, and gobbled up everything she could get her hands on, whether contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi. If there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and a sassy, adventurous and ofttimes defiant yet loving woman Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger and suspense to her plots.

Maddie started writing as a hobby. Her stories stayed private while she raised a family and worked full time as a registered nurse. It wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to take the plunge and submit her first book for publication: Captain My Captain. She found acceptance at Blushing Books and published an impressive twelve novels the first year.

She’s still juggling writing with her day job and you’ll find her working at her laptop into the wee hours of the night, scribbling plot ideas onto the notebook she always keeps handy, and working out the details of a scene while floating around in her pool with a lemon drop in hand. Don’t be surprised if you see her pulling over on the side of the road to capture an idea for a scene on paper, because as Maddie says, her best ideas always come when there isn’t a pen in a five-mile radius.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maddie Taylor and Blushing Books!

Club Decadence Series
Faithfully, Prequel
Captain, My Captain, Book 1
You Said Forever, Book 2
Little Light of Mine, Book 3
Unbind My Heart, Book 4
Second Time Lucky, Book 5
What About Love, Book 6

Decadence L.A. Series
Master My Love

Under His Command (A novella in the Hero to Obey boxed set)

Decadent Nights Series:

French Kiss

The Sons of Johnny Hastings
With Hearts Aflame: Valentine’s Day Box Set
The Naughty List

Single Titles:
Surrender Your Grace
The Gift
Everything Christmas
The Juniper Bride

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Calhouns Behaving Badly–Em Petrova

Yeehaww, friends! I’m happy to be here today on the Wild and Wicked Cowboys blog! It’s been a busy summer filled with family and panty-meltingly hot heroes. At my desk it’s about 50 degrees hotter because I’ve been busy playing with the Calhoun family  from the ROPE ‘N RIDE series.




These bad boys (and one very bad little sister) are rodeo stars who happened to land a reality TV show. Buck and Ryder might have thrown a few punches, but Ridge is outdoing them all, lemme tell ya!


Read a snippet…


“Are you aware that charges are being pressed against you for striking that fan?”

“Don’t know anything about it.”

“Will you be helping Wynonna get out of her charges after the cops pulled her off the woman here in this very arena half an hour ago?”

Jesus. The cops? What the hell had Wynonna done? She’d just left him and Kashley. Of course, thirty minutes was nothing for his baby sister to hide a body.

Fighting back a growl, he responded, “Calhouns stick together. That’s all.” He thumbed his hat in farewell and twisted from the group. Cameras flashed, and one annoying cameraman from a popular TV show that loved to show the worst in people clung to him until he finally plastered his palm over the guy’s face and shoved him away.

Of course that was caught by another camera.



But this cowboy is definitely not just a bad boy. He’s multi-dimensional.



DIRTY Excerpt from RIDGE:

She started to climb up his body but he stopped her. “Turn around. Ever ride reverse cowgirl?”

She quaked. No, but she’d watched some dirty movies with the move. She was a sucker for any video featuring boots and hats. Throwing a look over her shoulder, she positioned herself facing his feet. His long, haired legs stretched ahead of her, and he must be getting an eyeful of her ass.

She hoped she hadn’t packed on too many pounds. She liked her body, but she didn’t really know how she looked from that angle either.

“Arch your back. Push your ass back toward me.”

Oh God.

She did his bidding, bending her torso low so her breasts brushed his legs. The first touch of his hands over her ass cheeks ignited her. He rubbed them slowly, gently. Then spanked her hard.

She cried out at the stinging pleasure-pain.

“God, yes. So perfect.” He delivered another swat and another. By the fourth she was pushing back into his hand.

“All nice and red for me. I need you wearing my fingerprints.” He warmed her cheeks, right and left, until she nearly swooned from the desire building in her core.

“Please, Ridge.”

“Please what, my little slave? Do you want to sink over my cock?” He slipped his fingers into her center, and she gasped to feel he hadn’t only used one or two fingers. “Stretching you. I want you to know who touched you.”

How could she ever forget something like this? It was all she’d wanted for as long as she could remember.

When he removed his fingers, she gulped back a whine of disappointment.

“I think you need to be punished for not coming on my command, Kashley.” Crack! “That makes three times you didn’t come when I told you to.”

“I… It feels too good. I can’t make it to zero.” She wiggled uncontrollably, needing his fingers deep again.

“Oh you’ll make it. It’s all about discipline.” Crack!

She gasped around his slap, unearthly sounds coming from her lips. His cock brushed her folds, and she jerked her hips to push down on him, but he caught her. Held her still.

Crack, crack, crack!


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Thanks for reading and I hope the end of your summer is filled with sweet tea, lazy drawls and some hot cowboys!

Em Petrova



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Hell Yeah! Saddle and a Siren – Fall in Love With All Three Heroes in the Saddle!

Three compelling stories of heroes – sexy ones you’re guaranteed to fall in love with!

HOT IN THE SADDLE – Off-duty firefighter Treven Arnett is the person closest to Delta Pennington’s racecar when it bursts into flames. Will he regret risking his life when he learns the reason she came to Texas?

BADGE AND A SADDLE – When the missing person he’s been searching for strolls right into his house, Detective Rex Tarrow’s investigation takes a wild U-turn. Astronomer Mina Cooper’s reappearance triggers a dangerous game of hide-and-seek. He’s sworn to protect her, but will she get them both killed?

SADDLE AND A SIREN – Paramedic Clint Black comes to rancher Kally Zappa’s rescue, but she’s desperately in need of him for more than just medical assistance. While keeping her secret, they kindle a mutual heat that neither can resist, but will their passion burn out, leaving everything in ashes?

Grab your heroes at Amazon today!

Heroes in the Saddle, Randi Alexander

Excerpt from Saddle and a Siren:

“Clint.” Turning, she headed across the room and out into the hallway, then jogged down the hardwood floor of the long, wide hallway to his room. She stepped inside, knocking softly on the open door, but didn’t see him in his bed. “Clint?”

Water ran in the bathroom, and light shone out from the room. Was he in the shower? The sound stopped, then he walked out.

In his black boxer briefs. And nothing else.

“Oh, I’m…” She swallowed and backed up a step, but stared at him in the bright light from the bathroom. He looked taller than he had in his uniform, and his muscles bulged everywhere—chest, arms, eight-pack abs, thighs.

Looking away quickly, she avoided staring at the area just above his waistband where white-blond hair trailed down into his shorts.

“Everything okay?” He strolled toward her.

Everything was not okay, it was all jittering and shimmering and hot. “Yes.” As she looked down, she remembered why she’d come to his room. Kally held the binoculars for him. “Something is going on by the barn.”

He nodded. “I got a call a few minutes ago. They’re changing shifts. Sorry, if I’d known you were awake, I would have told you.”

“I wasn’t. Awake. So, that’s…” Relief washed through her, then something spicier and much more interesting as she took another long look at his chest and arms. “But I am now.” Biting her lip, she prayed that what she was about to say wouldn’t sound stupid. “And I’d like to spend a little time…” The words, in your bed just wouldn’t come out. “Looking at your bedroom.” Shit, she’d chickened out at the last minute and made herself sound like an idiot.

Turning away from his gaze, Kally looked at the huge bed, the gray leather furniture in the corner near the white stone fireplace, and the modern glass bar in the corner. “This is nice.” She curled her toes into the contemporary black, gray, and white rug that covered a good part of the dark hardwood floor.

“You like it?” He pulled on a pair of black satiny shorts, then a sleeveless T-shirt.

Finally getting the nerve to make eye contact with him, she shivered with desire at the look in his eyes. Sexy, always sexy, but open and curious.

He took the binoculars from her and his gaze dropped to her breasts.

She’d changed into a pair of skimpy pink PJs before she crawled into bed, and now her nipples poked at the front of the top, and the shortie shorts stopped just below her butt. Her belly tightened, firing off brain cells at a rapid pace. “Clint?”

“Yeah, Kally?” Coming from his lips, her plain old name took on a deep, seductive quality. Taking her good hand, he kissed her knuckles. “If we’d met under different circumstances…” He laughed. “That kinda sounds like a bad movie script.”

She stepped closer, wrangling up her courage. “It sounds like the beginning of something interesting.” Kally wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. This guy was a hero, a hottie, and a full-blooded hunk. The fact that she liked and respected him, and the knowledge that his body did something wicked to her, just added to her resolve. “And I want to know you better.”

Almost rolling her eyes at her awkward attempt at seduction, she chose to go for the physical. Setting her hand on his stomach, she licked her lips. “Is that what you want too, Clint?”

“Aw, baby, baby.” He tossed the binoculars onto the bed and tugged her close, tipping her back a few inches. “You know it is.” He must have just brushed his teeth, because his warm breath washed over her, tingling minty fresh into her nostrils.

With a hand at the nape of her neck, he kissed her, his firm, hot lips pressing to hers, his tongue teasing and tasting.

She sighed and opened her mouth, letting in the full minty taste of his breath, his tongue, and his groan. His tongue played with hers, flicking and swirling.

Kally slid her hand under his shirt and enjoyed the feel of his muscles bunching, tightening, and lengthening with his movements. Her belly shuddered, warmth and need sliding lower, making her quiver at that very spot between her legs that needed more. Needed everything.

“Are you sure, Ms. Kally?” His nose nearly touched hers as he stared into her eyes, evidently looking for the answer in her gaze.

“I am. More sure than I thought I’d be.” What did that mean? Sometimes things slipped out of her mouth before her head had a chance to consider them.

He paused. “I’m…not sure what that means.” He moved back a few inches. “I want you, Kally.” The long, thick rise in his shorts proved that to her. “But I need you to be all-in for it, too.”


Kally wanted to let go with Clint, to let him take her to bed and give her an hour or two of complete pleasure, devoid of any thoughts or worries or misgivings.

Clint held her close to him, one hand on her lower back, one at the nape of her neck, his breath on her cheek panting with his desire. Yet, it wasn’t like she’d just yelled, Yes, take me now! or something just as wanton, but instead she’d let go with a sentence that conveyed her inner turmoil. He watched her, waiting, patient, and hot. Hot to the touch under her hand pressing to his hard stomach, hot as in too sexy for her as his hard cock throbbed against her belly, pressing tight to her as if he wasn’t ready to let go. Ever.

Truth had eluded her the last few days, and she needed to recapture a piece of her personal integrity. Stepping back a few inches, she let her hand slide off his belly and forced herself cool down.

Taking her hand, Clint smiled. “Let’s figure out what’s going on down at the barn. Then we can figure out what is happening with us.” He grabbed the binoculars and led her out onto a huge balcony facing the barn, surrounded by the same glass railing as she had outside her room. Another truck pulled up to the corral.

He held the binoculars to his eyes. “Treven. Crazy man. Probably here to check that the shift change is going smoothly.”

Kally glanced around at the chairs and table with a folded umbrella spiked through the middle of it, the chaise lounges in one corner – uh uh, too tempting – then sat on the cushioned swinging couch. This was safe. Right?

Clint wandered over and sat next to her, on her right side, setting her cast on his thigh. “It’ll be light soon. Unless you want to sleep more, we can grab some breakfast and roll down to the barn, check on the cows.”

Kally smiled at his reference to her phone call to Pepper, then the grin left her face. “What do you think happened? How did I lose time that way?”

Easing closer, he laid his arm along the back of the swing, and she took the prime opportunity to lean into him and snuggle into his warmth.

“You probably went out for a while, but the doctors don’t think you’ve got a concussion.” He cleared his throat. “It might have been shock. Maybe it’ll come back to you after time.”

Shock? Was she that fragile that she’d tune out at the first sign of trouble? Setting her head on his shoulder, she gave a little mew. “I’m just glad I had the presence of mind to call Pepper.” She laughed. “For all the good it did.”

“The lady knows how to make an entrance, that’s for sure. She did call for help, which was the right thing to do.” Clint ran the backs of his fingers up her arm, softly brushing the side of her breast, bare under the thin pajamas.

A spike of desire shivered through her, and she turned slightly, pressing his hand to her breast. “Clint.” She tipped her head up, he tipped his down, and their lips met in a soft, easy kiss that made her breath come faster.

“Whenever you’re ready, Ms. Kally.” His blue eyes had turned dark, his jaw firm and sensual. “There’s no hurry.”

Kally reached up with her good hand and stroked his cheek. Soft, white, beard stubble tickled her palm. “It won’t be long, Clint.” She had to swallow to catch her thoughts. “I’m not a patient woman.”

One corner of his mouth curved up. “Really? Could have fooled me.”


Be sure to head to Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World and check out all the new stories. You’ll love each and every one of these cowboys!

All my best,
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Hell Yeah! Seducing Sarah by Maddie James is Released

Hey y’all. Maddie James here. I am very pleased and excited to have been invited to participate in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle Word! It was fun to merge pieces of my cowboy worlds with her Texas world at Highland Ranch. I knew when I read Sable’s How to Rope a McCoy (which I highly recommend if you haven’t read it!), that I wanted to set my story in the same setting. You might find it interesting that both Sarah and Cole, my hero and heroine in Seducing Sarah, have ties to my other books and series. Let me tell you about the crossover connections.

Montana Heat Seriesrev-Corporate Cowboy 8-2016

I consider Seducing Sarah to be book two in my Montana Heat series. Cole Stevens was
introduced in the first book of the series, Corporate Cowboy, as the ranch manager for the Branded Filly Ranch, owned by Cole’s best friend, Gage Parker. Gage is the hero in Corporate Cowboy. He and another friend, Amanda, were mentioned in Seducing Sarah. Amanda’s book is upcoming, titled Saving Amanda. You can find out more about the Montana Heat series on my website.

Montana McKennas Series

Print - Parker (2)I made a brief mention of Gage’s cousins and the McKenna Ranch in Paradise Valley in Montana, near Yellowstone National Park. The Parker/McKenna clan have two ranches in Montana—the McKenna Ranch, and Gage Parker’s Branded Filly, near Billings. The Paradise Valley property that Cole buys in Seducing Sarah, will play a part in future books set in that area. There are currently six books in the Montana McKennas series, and I co-write this series with author Jan Scarbrough. There is also additional information on my website about the entire Montana Ranchers series.


Sarah MacKay (stage name Sarah McClendon) is the youngest sister to five brothers who live and work on Sweet Water Ranch in South Dakota. I didn’t know that Sarah even existed until I started plotting Seducing Sarah. Imagine my surprise when I realized that Sarah, a character who popped into my head one day, was the youngest sister of these five fine cowboys. I love surprises! The Sweet Water Ranch series is set to launch in late fall 2016 through 2017—five brothers and five books, and like Sarah told Cole, those brothers are all cowboy. All the time. Watch for Ethan’s book coming in November, 2016, with Evan, Dylan, Aaron, and Aiden following—all coming soon!

Legend’s Landing Bed & Breakfast Books

rev2016-PerfectlyMatchedIf you blinked, you would probably miss this connection. In the third novella of the Legend’s Landing Bed & Breakfast series, Perfectly Matched, country music star Nash Rhodes falls in love with the town wallflower, Mary Lou Picketts. This series is set in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, just a hop-skip or so from Nashville, where Nash now has his own country music label—and has recently signed the talented Sarah McClendon. Look for more along this storyline in future LLBB books!

I hope you enjoyed this brief glimpse into some of my other words, and I hope you enjoy Seducing Sarah. Thanks for reading!

Seducing-Sarah-MJames-forpromoWhen Cole Stevens travels from Montana to Texas to close a business deal with his old friend, Heath McCoy, he never expects to close in on a relationship, too. But with one brief moment of contact in the airport with a pretty young woman carrying a guitar, his heart starts to unravel.

Sarah McClendon, fresh out of the gate after landing the runner-up spot on American Star, is touted as the up-and-coming country music star of the year. When she tangles with her manager at the Highlands Ranch annual barbecue, Cole steps up to the plate to protect her from the smarmy, poor excuse of a human being.

But it’s just a weekend right? Cole will be back home on the ranch in Montana come Monday, and Sarah has a career to get off the ground. Can a love-at-first-sight weekend turn into the happily-ever-after neither of them are sure they even want?

How about an excerpt? You can read one HERE. 

Get all of the Hell Yeah! Kindle World Launch books now!

Hell Yeah!: Until There Was You http://a.co/4H4TApM
Hell Yeah!: Cadillac Cowboy http://a.co/4spm8q3
Hell Yeah!: Saddle and a Siren http://a.co/1I9SOFi
Hell Yeah!: The Song Of Her Sighs http://a.co/2sYMkFt
Hell Yeah!: Her Hell Yeah Cowboy http://a.co/9Q8pFrH
Hell Yeah!: Boardroom Cowboy http://a.co/58YbJgr
Hell Yeah!: Cowboy’s Break http://a.co/gwUHvHe
Hell Yeah!: Gun Shy http://a.co/dHCoj0G
Hell Yeah!: Man of My Heart http://a.co/gjHwf2I
Hell Yeah!: Seducing Sarah http://a.co/eGo14mv

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Get your copy of Seducing Sarah at Amazon

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Coming soon!

Hi All,

Sorry I’ve been so neglectful of this blog post. I keep forgetting about it until it’s way past time to post. My day is the 15th. Today is the 15th. I just remembered to post so here it is.

I have some great news!

I will be a part of the upcoming Kindle World of Ruth Cardello’s Lone Star Burn. My contribution to this world is a book called Lost Soul.



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

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

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


This book should be coming soon as in like the end of the month, I believe. I don’t have a firm upload date yet though.

Stay tuned for more to come as I am also working on a book for Desiree Holt’s Kindle World Omega Team with a book called SEALed by Love.

I am also going to be writing something for Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah Kindle World as well for later this year or early next year.

For now, thank you all for being so patient with me. I hope to see you all at a conference soon. I will be attending KallypsoCon in Casper, WY at the end of this month. Authors at the Opry in Nashville September 17, 2016 and Romcon in Denver at the end of September.

See you soon!


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e digital shelves today!

I can’t tell you how excited I am to be a part of Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World. Not only does she have an outstanding, best selling series in Hell Yeah! but she also haas an incredible lineup of authors for this launch.

For my story, MAN OF MY HEART, I went back to my music industry roots with a hefty dose of Texas Hill country thrown in. While my hero may not be a cowboys he’s the next best thing, and my heroine is a country rock star. And, I’ve gone back to my romantic suspense roots, so come along for the ride.


Jasmine Grey is an up and coming country rock star, just completing a successful tour opening for a top country rock group. If only her bass player, Slick would leave her alone. When he attacks her the last night of the tour she is so shaken she retreats from everything and buys a home in the Texas Hill Country. She is still spooked, however, by memories of Slick and his vows of vengeance. Her cousin, Libby McCoy, Aron’s wife, insists she needs protection. Enter Caleb Branam, former Delta Force now an agent for The Omega Team. Caleb took himself off the active roster after a hostage rescue went wrong and members of his team were killed, but Aron manages to persuade him to take on the job of Jasmine’s bodyguard. As the days go by and she is writing music for her new album, the attraction between them grows more and more intense. When she returns to the road and Slick begins his campaign of harassment, it will be up to Caleb to stop it for good and for both of them to realize what they feel for each other is the real deal. But will they be able to?



Caleb grumbled to himself as he drove down the two-lane country highway toward the address Carson Wagner had given him. He still couldn’t figure out how this happened so fast. Or how it even happened at all. One minute, he was happily miserable in his self-imposed isolation. He’d even learned to live without sex except for the occasional connection with his hand. The next, Aron McCoy had turned his life upside down. He’d thought it the fickle finger of fate they bumped into each other in Kerrville and nothing would do but they have coffee together. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Aron had managed to connect with him again on the one day he came into town to pick up stuff at the hardware store.

He’d been happy not having to talk to people. Be with people. He could wallow in his misery up in his isolated cabin and feel as sorry for himself as he wanted to. But that damn Aron had trekked up to his cabin, banged on his door, and told him to get himself cleaned up, he had a job for him. He should have flat out told the man no when the subject came up, but the man just wouldn’t take that for an answer anyway. He’d said yes to shut him up and get rid of him. He figured he could take the meeting, tell them he’d consider it, go home, call Aron, and tell him not no, but hell, no, and gone back to his misery.

So then how the hell did he find himself on this road driving to some rock star’s home?

A female rock star. He grunted. Okay, not a rock star. A country rock singer. What the fuck was the difference? He’d handled bodyguard detail for a couple of them while still on The Omega Team, and he hadn’t thought they were all that. One of them hadn’t been too bad, but the other was a real pain in his ass. Conceited, demanding, overdone on the makeup and lacking in the brains department. If this Jasmine Grey turned out to be like the latter, he’d be out of there so fast, his tires would be smoking.

“Take the next left and go one point four miles.”

The voice of his GPS had been giving him directions since he left the cabin, although he’d realized he hadn’t needed them. At least not much. His destination lay about five miles from where he lived.

“In point two miles turn left.”

The turn was just past where the road crossed over the Guadalupe River and took him along a narrow, winding road up, up, and up. He’d wondered what was way back here, and now he knew. Large plots of land with gorgeous homes, some large, some small. No sidewalks and— Wait! Someone riding a horse along the road?

Two more turns and he was at his destination—a big white house set way back from the road, with windows and a long porch across the front. As he followed the upper curve of the driveway, he looked out across the vista and saw the porch had a view covering miles of scenery, including the two giant hills called the Twin Sisters. He came to a stop in the parking area just to the right of the garage entrance. Aron’s truck was already there. Good. He’d promised to be there and he’d kept his word. No way did Caleb want to walk into this thing cold.

He climbed the porch steps, glad there were only three of them since his leg still didn’t work properly on stairs. He lifted a hand to ring the doorbell next to a double door, but Aron was already there, opening the door for him.

“Glad to see you made it, Ace.” He grinned and held out his hand.

“It’s not like you gave me a lot of choice,” he grumbled. The man had threatened to hogtie him and haul him bodily out of his cabin.

“Could you manage to get that scowl off your face before I introduce you to the client?”

“Client? I didn’t say yet I’d take the job.” Already, he got his back up.

“You will.” Aron grinned at him. “Come on inside.”

Caleb let his friend haul him into the house. He stepped into a huge room, like a family room, with living room, dining room, and kitchen all in one big space. Sunlight from the many windows cast a warm glow on the hardwood floor. But it wasn’t the room that made the big impression on him. It was the woman who came out from behind the island counter setting off the kitchen.

Sucker punched didn’t come close to how he felt.

He faced no snotty Miss Glitz. Quite the opposite. He guessed her to be about five foot eight, with auburn hair the color of fall leaves tied back in a neat ponytail. She wore not a stitch of makeup except something slick on her full lips, but, with her forest-green eyes, insanely thick lashes, and peaches-and-cream complexion, she didn’t need any. At least to his way of thinking.

Her simple green T-shirt fell just right across the slope of her breasts, and her jeans clung to her hips and long legs.

For the first time in more months than he cared to count, Caleb felt a stirring in his cock, a tingle in his balls. More than a year had passed since a woman appealed to him on any level. Now his body was going to get him into trouble when he least needed it to. He wanted to run his tongue over those full lips, maybe bite the lower one a little and swallow her tiny moan of pain.

He wanted to run his hands over that tempting body, cradle the breasts whose fullness the T-shirt hinted at. Stroke the silky-looking skin. Feel those legs wrapped around him while he buried himself in—



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Release Day – TOMORROW! Hell Yeah!

Along with ten other authors, I’m releasing a new story tomorrow in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World.

What does this mean? It means you’ll see glimpses of Sables beloved characters from her Hell Yeah! books appearing in each of these new books.

In my story, Saddle and a Siren, which is book 3 of the Heroes in the Saddle Series, I’ve brought Ms. Pepper McCoy in for a visit all the way from Highlands Ranch. Here’s an excerpt of what Pepper is up to, (and you can read the whole first chapter on my website http://randialexander.com/books/saddle-and-a-siren/)


Excerpt from Saddle and a Siren:

The headlights of a fast-approaching car caught their attention, and one of the officers shone his flashlight toward it, waving it to warn the driver.

The low-slung vehicle slowed but still skidded a few feet when it stopped.

“Holy shit.” A firefighter wandered over to the blue, foreign sports car.

It was a custom-made model Clint had only seen on television and in magazines. Worth half a million, at least.

The car door opened, shining the interior light on the blonde woman behind the wheel.

“Oh, no.” Ms. Kally sat up straighter. “Is that…? How did she…?”

“Someone you know?” Clint watched a slender woman emerge from the driver’s door, her cutoff shorts, old T-shirt, and flip-flops incongruous with the pricey sports car. The woman’s long blonde hair flew as she looked around quickly.

“Pepper.” His patient called to the woman, who stormed toward Clint and Ms. Kally, securing her big red purse with a strap across her body.

“Damn it, Kally, you don’t just call a girl and say you were in a wreck and need help, then not say anything else.” Storming right up to Ms. Kally, the young woman gave her a quick hug and a brief full-body glance. “Anything broken?”

“I called you?” His patient squinted.

“Hmm.” Clint pulled his small flashlight from his chest pocket and clicked it on.

The newest arrival cocked her hip. “Oh great, now you’re going to get a flashlight shone in your eyes.” She looked at Clint. “I’m Pepper McCoy from out by Lake Buchanan. Kally called me, said her truck had been hit a few miles west of Wild Oak on the main highway through town, and would I mind coming and helping her with the cows.” The blonde widened her eyes at him. “She actually called them cows.”

“I did not.” Ms. Kally’s lips tightened, then went soft. “Did I really?”

Clint checked his patient’s pupils. Equal and dilated.

Ms. Pepper spoke to Clint. “She said to bring a gun.” The woman reached into her purse. “Because the men that had run into her were outside the truck cab.”

Clint looked at Ms. Pepper’s purse, her hand tucked inside it and presumably gripping a pistol. “Ah, ma’am, would you mind…?”

She removed her hand from her purse and held it up, flipping it back and forth to show that she wasn’t going to shoot anyone – not right then, anyway. “That’s when I called the sheriff, the fire department, and—”

“Oh, God.” Ms. Kally jerked forward and grabbed Ms. Pepper’s arm, smearing blood on it. “You didn’t call Norris, did you?”

“No. Hellfire.” The blonde looked offended. “I know the game we’re playing. I’m not stupid enough to rile him up.”

Ms. Kally released her and sat back, looking more worried than she had before the mention of this Norris guy.

Trying not to look too interested in the private conversation, Clint eased Ms. Kally back against the raised section of the stretcher and worked bandaging her cut as the two women spoke in coded language that made no sense to him.

“What’s with the new hair color?” Kally finally said something he understood. “I mean, it’s very pretty, but it was nice when it was brown, too.”

Pepper glanced at Clint, then away, shaking her head. “I did it for a man.” She held up a finger toward Ms. Kally. “And don’t ask.” They went back to speaking in code.

Clint finished bandaging her head. The cut would need stitches, but would wait until the hospital. He took the bloody cloth from her hand and dropped it in a red biohazard bag, cleaned the blood from her hand, and dropped the wipe into the bag along with his gloves.

The emergency crew kept an eye on the stabilized trailer, and someone reported that the first tow truck was three miles away.

Clint didn’t care to get involved in a patient’s business, but there was something no one was considering. “Ms. Kally?”

“Please just call me Kally.” Her blue gaze caught his again, and that strange zip ran wild inside him. “The Ms. thing is too formal.”

“Uh, Kally.” Her name felt almost too personal, too intimate. Clint cleared his throat. “Once your trailer is pulled up out of the ditch, it won’t be much use, not the way the hitch is bent.”

“Aw, shit.” Kally hefted out a long breath and looked at Pepper.

“Don’t look at me.” She gestured toward the fancy sports car. “That thing is not going to haul any cows.”

Kally frowned. “I didn’t think of that. I should have told you to bring a rig and a trailer.”

“Sister-girl.” Ms. Pepper crossed her arms. “The way you were blathering, I just wanted to get here and figure out what was wrong with you.” She looked toward the sports car. “That thing was sitting in the middle of our driveway with the keys in it, so…” The woman shrugged.

“So you stole a car? Perfect.” Kally dropped her head back onto the stretcher, flinching at the pain it had to have caused her left temple.

“It probably belongs to a lady friend of Philip’s.” Ms. Pepper shrugged. “Or maybe someone just visiting the ranch. I’m not sure—”

“Anyway…” Clint brought the conversation back to the current issue. “I’ve got two buddies who live close by. I can ask them each to bring a trailer.” Could he ask them to haul the cattle to wherever she lived? “Where are you from…Kally?”

“She’s from Santa Anna, but she can’t go home until she has the truck and trailer fixed, because her brother—”

“Pepper!” Kally nearly shouted the name. “Can we try to keep some of my personal life personal?”


Be sure to head to Sable’s Kindle World tomorrow and check out all the new stories we’ve written for you. I know you’ll have a fun time reading each and every one of them. https://kindleworlds.amazon.com/worlds

Catch the Hell Yeah! fever!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Winning the RITA with Sarah M. Anderson + prizes!


The Nanny Plan won the RITA® for Best Contemporary Novel: Short!! The RITA® is the Oscar of the Romance industry, handed out by the Romance Writers of America every year at their annual conference. This year was sunny San Diego! Here are some pictures!

RITA banner

The banner advertising the RITA® ceremony (Day one of the conference!)

Blythe and Sarah and RITA!

With my dear friend, Blythe Gifford!

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I WON! I gave a speech I barely remember and then Stacy said nice things about me.


Look at that. I won that!!!

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At the ceremony–this is where I stopped breathing!

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Team Anderson! Me, my amazing editor Stacy Boyd and my lovely assistant, Mel Jolly, at the Harlequin VIP Lounge

Mission Beach

What do RITA® winners do the day after they win? They hit the beach!!

It was an amazing conference and I’m so very glad that everyone loves The Nanny Plan as much as I did. Here’s a link to the RWA Youtube video of my speech (and also better visuals of my dress). My category starts at 38:48 and goes for about six minutes or ClaimedCowboyFINAL.jpgso. I quoted Kermit the Frog, so it’s worth watching!

To celebrate the conference and the RITA®, I’m giving away books! I got a bunch of books at the conference and have a whole stack of westerns, including brand new books from Melissa Cutler, Janette Kenny, Lindsey MacKenna, Nicole Helm, Maisey Yates and more! I’ll also include my upcoming release, Claimed by the Cowboy! It’ll be a potpourri of books! To enter, just leave a comment telling me about a special award you won.

Claimed by the Cowboy Buy Links: Amazon | B & N | iBooks | Kobo | Powell’s | Indiebound | Google | Harlequin

Oh! Last month’s winner was Jackie Wisherd! Jackie, email me at message@sarahmanderson.com to claim your copy of NotMy1stRodeo.com!

HAVE A GREAT AUGUST, EVERYONE!  And stay cool! School starts soon!

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The Final Circle Eight by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here!

In case you missed my news, I’m proud as can be to announce the release of CIRCLE EIGHT: BENJAMIN in both ebook and print. This is the 8th and final book in the Graham family series. I put my heart and soul in this story – I struggled to find the right HEA for Benjy. He deserved much more than he was handed in his life so I set out to right that wrong. I’m hoping y’all agree I succeeded!

It wasn’t, however, an easy path. I hope y’all enjoy his story and getting to know Grace, the woman who yanks him back into life and her tragedy is the catalyst for everything that happens to them. She’s had a rough road of her own to travel. Now they’re going to travel together.

I’m including an excerpt below – links after that!:)


Grace had spent the last year sleeping, eating, bathing, and riding alone. She thrived on that loneliness. It fed her fury and filled her empty belly. It kept her going day after day and night after night.

Now she was no longer alone and she wasn’t sure she liked it. No, she was sure she didn’t. Riding beside Ben Graham was disconcerting and uncomfortable. She kept glancing at him, as though he wasn’t supposed to be there. However the only reason he was there was because of her.

She’d forced him to help her by turning herself inside out and exposing the gaping wound in her heart. He knew her deepest secrets and she knew very little about him. That made the situation worse. It was as though she were naked and he fully clothed. The scar on her neck itched from the sweat that pooled at her collar. It only added to the misery of the situation.

Therefore, her mood couldn’t be worse. He didn’t speak or even acknowledge her presence as they rode, but his very presence annoyed her. It was nonsensical, but true.

Grace wasn’t a social creature by nature. She’d always gone her own way, no matter if no one else liked it or approved of it. That kind of behavior led her to little choice for a husband, not that Alfred wasn’t a good man. He ended up being the perfect mate for her because he’d respected her and let her be that odd duck.

Now he was gone and she was alone once more. Or she was until she convinced Ben Graham to help her. She was the one who had to adjust to not being alone, but then again, so did he. Two people who were desperate to shun company forced by circumstance to be together. That would’ve made her laugh at the absurdity of the situation if hadn’t been her cross to bear.

The sun was no more than an orange wink in the western horizon when she remembered she’d be spending the night with Ben. Every night. Until they found Henry at least.

Well, shit.

She didn’t want to spend the night with him. She wanted her privacy, and a stranger’s eyes on her wouldn’t allow her any time alone. During the year she spent living as a man, she still managed to keep herself separated from others. Now there was no choice.

Being with other people made her feel and brought her emotions to the surface. Control slipped through her fingers and she had to let it happen.

She started searching their surroundings for a likely place to spend the night. Regardless of whether she wanted to, they couldn’t continue in the dark or risk their horses.

The one thing she could do was find a safe place to sleep for the night. After spotting an ideal spot, she headed for the grassy spot under some trees. A large rock separated it from a larger open space, which would be a good wind block.

“Where the hell are you going?”

She didn’t slow her pace. “Setting up camp.”

“I thought you were in a hurry.”

She pulled her horse to a stop and dismounted without responding. The man must know they couldn’t proceed at night. He wasn’t an idiot. Or all least, she hoped he wasn’t. Given how smart his sister was, it seemed likely he was intelligent as well. Besides, Grace wasn’t used to telling anyone what she was doing or why.

She pulled the saddle off the gelding she now thought of as Swift. She grimaced at the idea that Ben had named the horse. She hadn’t given it a moniker because she assumed she wouldn’t have it for long. She didn’t want to get attached since nothing in her life had ever seemed permanent. Yet it’d been a year. Swift didn’t have the speed of the horse she’d lost when she raced and lost to Catherine Graham. Yet the gelding had heart and a gentle temperament.

She was rubbing down Swift when Ben spoke again. She’d heard him ride on, then ride back. She almost wanted to grin but it wasn’t really a victory. They would be spending the night together, the one thing she didn’t want. But she would endure. Grace was a survivor. There was much she could get through. Sleeping near this man was minor compared to other things she’d endured. She ran a finger along the scar on her neck.

Minor for certain.

“We could’ve ridden another hour.” His tone was accusatory.

She set the cloth down on the saddle and led the gelding to the very tiny creek that was barely more than a puddle. Swift lapped up the water with an enthusiastic horse sigh.

“Damn it.” He had more to say but it was under his breath and no more than a murmur. She didn’t want to hear it anyway.

Paladin nudged his way beside the other horse to drink. Grace was pushed in turn by Swift and landed on her behind. Hard. Her teeth clacked together, sending a sharp pain up into her skull.

She got to her feet and wiped off her trousers. Ben didn’t glance at her as he unsaddled his horse. Just as well; she didn’t need his concern. She’d disguised herself as a man for a year and not once did anyone offer to pick her up off the ground. Why would today be any different?

A small ache echoed through her lower back. Figured she’d hurt herself and would have to sit on a horse for days with a sore behind. Damn.

“I’ll get a fire started.”

A grunt was the only sign he acknowledged her words. With less than charitable thoughts about Ben Graham, she gathered kindling and set about constructing a small fire pit in the shelter of the large boulder. The winds were calm and it was ideal to build a small blaze.

Grace took some solace in the mundane task. She was proud of the skills she’d learned to take care of herself. There wasn’t anything she was hesitant to do, even if it meant bloodying her hands. She’d long since given up on feeling anything but hate, desperation, and revenge.

There wasn’t room for anything else.

“A fire isn’t a smart idea.” Ben dropped his saddle on the ground.

“It’s gonna be cool tonight, a taste of fall I think. We need hot food and coffee.” She dug into her saddlebags for the dented coffee pot. It had a leak right below the spout but she learned to pour out a little sideways, although she’d burned herself several times.

“I thought you were tough. Lived like a real man for a year.” Ben sat, crossing his ankles and leaning against the saddle. From three feet away, he was enormous. The shadows beneath the brim of his hat hid his expression.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t get cold.” She fed more kindling into the fire.

“You’re sending out a signal in the dark.”

She narrowed her gaze. “A signal to who?”

“Whoever is following us.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “No one is following us.” She resisted the urge to peer into the twilight. She had always been careful, almost too careful, and to her knowledge, no one had ever been able to track her.

He didn’t respond except to continue to spear her with an eerie gaze.

Keeping her outward calm, although her stomach danced with anxiety, Grace used a rock to crush coffee beans, then scooped them into the pot. As the fire grew larger, she got to her feet to scout for larger pieces of wood.

“Where are you going?”

She decided that the man chose to annoy her. To keep her off balance. She huffed an impatient breath and went about her task.

“Somebody has to gather wood for the fire.”

She stomped around in the dark, finding sticks and larger chunks of wood and filled her arms. She’d be damned if she let him tell her when to build camp or if she could have a fire. Grace was a grown woman who’d taken care of herself all her life. Ben didn’t need to worry about her or how she did things.

Grace returned with an armload of wood to find him kicking dirt on the fire. Anger ripped through her. How dare he?

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Get down and shut up.” He yanked her to the ground, spilling the wood everywhere. His hard body covered hers and pushed her into the loamy earth.

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