New Cowboy and a Freebie!

Hi! It’s Donna Michaels and I’m excited to finally have a new Harland County release this week! It’s been 11 months since my last one. Well, sort of, I did have a crossover in December, but that’s still too long! I’m happy to say I will have 3 more this year.:-)

Here’s a peek at the sexy Jesse Briscoe…

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When Lacey Turner’s father contracted AIDs from a transfusion when she was five, her rough childhood made her strong and self-sufficient, so butting heads with the guy her brother leaves in charge of the ranch while he’s away is as inevitable as her attraction to the hot cowboy.

Jesse Briscoe’s word is his bond. Too bad he agreed to watch over his friend’s ranch and sister while his buddy was away. The hellcat is as spoiled and self-serving as she is beautiful. But he’d witnessed firsthand what a woman like that can do to a man when his mother decided she no longer wanted to be a wife and mother and left when he was nine.

Worn down by a desire too strong to ignore, the two give in to their heated attraction, but will they give up control long enough to discover the truth behind their attitudes?


“Did you chase my date away?”

A broad shoulder lifted. “He forgot he had something to do.”

“Are you kidding me?” She jammed her hands on her hips, white hot anger momentarily making the room fade. That was two. “You chased away two cowboys tonight. Why? You got something against me getting laid?”

“That’s why.” His head jerked back with disapproval darkening his gaze. “You’re being reckless.”

“Reckless?” She tossed her hands in the air and blinked. “Are you fucking serious? I go out dancing one night in over a year and I’m being reckless?”

“Yes. And lower your voice.”

Oh. My. God. Now he was trying to control her tone? She sucked in a breath, held it two beats then slowly released it. “Fine. Is there a cowboy in here that meets with your approval?”


“You didn’t even look.”

“Don’t have to.” He shrugged. “You’re not taking any damn cowboy back to your brother’s place.”

She cocked her head and curved her lips into a slow grin. “How about a cowgirl?”

At that, he blinked, and a brief flash of heat skitter through his gaze before dissipating. “Quit jerking around.”

“I haven’t started. You won’t let me.” That flash of heat gave her and idea. She sauntered close and ran her finger down his chest and abs to linger near his belt buckle. “Since you won’t let me bring a cowboy to Jace’s place, how about I take you? Then you can take me.”







Book 3: Kade—HER UNIFORM COWBOY (Award Winner)
Book 4: Kevin—HER FOREVER COWBOY (Award Winner)
Book .05: Jen & Brock—HARLAND COUNTY CHRISTMAS (prequel novella)
Book 8: HER HELL YEAH COWBOY (Harland County/Sable Hunter Crossover Novella – Rel. Aug/2016)
Book 9: Keiffer—HER TROUBLED COWBOY (Citizen Soldier Crossover Novel-Rel. Nov/2016)



To celebrate the release of Book 7, I have Book 6 up for FREE at these outlets:





Thanks so much for reading,




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Now you can hear the cowboys as well as see them

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That’s right, my sexy cowboys are coming to audio, little by little. I like to listen to books because then I can imagine even more how the characters look and what they are doing. And there are some damn sexy narrators out there, let me tell you. Thanks to Decadent Publishing for getting my cowboys “on the air.”

So what’s out there?

He Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Cody Alvarez needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him. Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given audio He Came Upon A Midnight Clearthe names of the partners chosen for them. As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?

 Soul Dreams

Books and More owner, Nina Foster doesn’t believe in love anymore. Twice, men have crushed her heart. Now, she’s resigned herself to making hot chocolate and baking cookies for the customers who enter her store. She won’t risk her heart again.

Blake SOUL DREAMSMassie hides away from the world, nursing his scars. He sees himself as a monster that no one could ever love. A self-imposed recluse, he won’t allow himself to open up, afraid of being burned like his fire-ravaged skin.

Unable to reach out in person, the pair communicates via the Internet and hot, erotic fantasies. Night after night, they explore their growing passion with only a blindfold to protect their secrets. As Christmas approaches, Blake must share his pain if he is to ease hers, but doing so could drive her away forever. Can they take a chance and follow their deepest soul dreams, or will their fragile hearts continue to hide from the world and one another 

Knockin’ Boots

 For years, Dan and Kylie Franklin have searched for someone who can fill in all the missing blanks in their situation. When fate brings Clint Gorman into their lives, the audio Knockin Bootsinstant attraction runs hot and deep. After a night of intense, sweaty sex, there’s no doubt he’s the one for them. But when Clint’s past comes to light, they’re forced to decide whether or not the connection they felt is enough to keep the three of them together.

 Playing With Fire


Sports reporter Cassie Fitzgerald is back home in Stoneham, Texas, scene of her sister’s audio Playing With Firemurder ad the place she lost her heart to hot, hot Griffin Hunter. Griff is hotter than ever and Cassie forgot—when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.

 Hard Lovin

Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything audio Hard Lovin'else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can’t get enough each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they’re back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?



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I’m Back At Work! by Cynthia D’Alba

Cyndi Headshot #4Hi All! Cynthia D’Alba here. As some of you know, I’ve been in treatment for stage 1 breast cancer. The good news is that there are NO (nada, zero, nil) traces of the cancer left so YAY chemotherapy (even though you took my finger nails, toe nails and every stand of hair off my body!) I still have 3 weeks of radiation to do (gotta kill any seed cells!) but that won’t be until after RWA National in San Diego. (Side Note:  Anyone be at San Diego where we can meet up for a drink? I’ll bring you a sneaker!)

I’m not above bribing someone to sit with me in a bar!

I’m back to work writing on my next two books. The first one is Cadillac Cowboy and the second is Hot and Spicy Cowboy. A pair of brothers meeting up in Whispering Springs, TX after many years apart. An argument gone bad. A divorce of the parents. One son is raised by the father (Ryan) and the other by the mother (Shade.) Should be interesting. Maybe by next month I can share the covers with you.

Want an unedited little teaser from Cadillac Cowboy?

When Shade’s alarm went off, his eyes popped open. He stretched his arms over his head while twisting his ear to his shoulder. After a couple of satisfying neck cracks, he stood. He’d feared that the guilt over leaving Victoria here while he hit the road early would keep him awake. Apparently he’d been too exhausted to care or maybe he had become the heartless bastard his last lover had called him.

The shower put out a stream of hot water with about the same force as a good piss. No matter. He was in and out in minutes. As he dressed, the guilty angel rode his shoulder. He promised he wouldn’t dump Victoria, but he was sneaking out to his car. Fuck. It couldn’t be helped. She needed to go home where she belonged.

A couple of minutes after that, he left the room key on the dresser and headed out to his car. When he opened the trunk to dump his duffle, Victoria’s wedding dress hit him like a neon light. Damn. He’d figure out how to get it back to her somehow.

He unlocked the driver’s door and slid behind the wheel.

“Thought you’d leave without me, did you?”

His hand flew to the gun holstered in the middle of his back. Then he recognized the voice. His hitchhiker. He lowered his hand back to his side.

“Fuck.” His heart pedaled faster. “You scared the crap out of me.” He looked over at Victoria in the passenger seat. “How did you get in my car? The doors were locked.”

“Picked the lock. And don’t change the subject. You were dumping me here, weren’t you?”

Heat flushed up his neck.

“Say nothing,” she ordered. “It’s written all over your face. Guilty as charged.”

“No,” he lied. “Of course not.”

“Shit, Shade. Don’t kid a kidder. People have been lying to me for years.” She pointed to her face. “I’ve got a built-in lie detector and you just failed.”

“Did you sleep at all in the room or did I blow a hundred bucks for an empty room?”

“I showered, washed my hair, got ready for bed and then got to thinking. What would I do if I had an annoying leech? I’d get rid of it. Pretty much what you had planned.”

“I never said you were a leech.”

She laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny the annoying part.”

Hope you enjoyed that!

Don’t forget to leave a comment so you’re in this month’s drawing!

Until next month (July 24th) and maybe some hot new book covers!

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Help Out an Overworked Author and Enter to Win a Signed Paperback!

The AWESOME Ms. Sable Hunter has invited me to be part of her Kindle World! What that means is that I get to use one of her characters from her Hell Yeah! Series in my own book! Fun, right? I’m having a great time writing one of Sable’s McCoy’s into my story. Wait until you see which one!

Here’s the website page, you can sign up for Sable’s Newsletter to be notified of all the exciting releases:

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My story is the third in my Heroes in the Saddle Series. Book 1 is Hot in the Saddle (Treven and Delta’s story –  he is a volunteer firefighter, she is a race car driver.) Book 2 is Badge and a Saddle (Rex and Mina’s story – he’s a detective, she’s an astronomer.)

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Book 3 stars Clint Black, the paramedic you met in the first two books. He’s rescuing our heroine, who has crashed her big rig while towing a livestock trailer just outside Clint’s hometown of Wild Oak, Texas.

Here’s the tough part! I don’t know what to call Book 3. I’ve been so busy, my mind hasn’t had a chance to click into gear and come up with a title. We’ve already got Hot in the Saddle (book 1), and Badge and a Saddle (book 2), and so this third one should be called…ugh, I don’t know!

Help me come up with a title for Book 3, and everyone who leaves a comment with a suggestion is entered to win a signed paperback of their choice!

Thank you – I couldn’t do this without you!
Overworked Randi
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Check out Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Pack!

Dear Readers and Friends,

There isn’t a cowboy in sight, but I hope you don’t mind my telling you about my latest Stepbrothers Stepping Out story—With His Pack!

With His Pack is just $0.99!

And if you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you can pick up a copy for free!

Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Pack

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Cammi didn’t realize when she dropped out of college that her pack alpha, her stepbrother Corbin, would demand she choose a mate.

Angry, she chose three…

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There’s nothing more unnerving than waking up naked on your hands and knees in the middle of your brother’s pack—unless it’s waking in the middle of all the single males of that pack.

I blew a lock of hair from my eyes, dusted my hands of leaves and dirt, and slowly moved to sit on my haunches, trying my best not to give in to the urge to slide a hand between my legs and an arm over my breasts. My embarrassment would only sharpen their still-feral, mirrored stares.

“You couldn’t have ended the run closer to our cars?” I asked, turning to glare at my stepbrother Corbin. He and his friends had somehow managed to cull me from the larger pack during our run—a deliberate move, I knew, because he never did anything without calculation.

“Wouldn’t have been as much fun,” he said, lifting his upper lip. His teeth were always slow to shorten, so his smile was especially wolfish.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you haven’t given me a name.” His gaze went to the males who formed a semi-circle around me. “Choose one. You’ve had time to get to know them. Weeks. You have a duty to fulfill.”

I licked my bottom lip, stalling for time, just as I had every day since I’d returned to the North Carolina mountains. If I’d known that dropping out of college in my sophomore year meant I had to immediately choose a mate, I might have gutted out the remainder of my degree—and then sought a place in a graduate program. I wasn’t ready to choose. Wolves mated for life. None of the men in front of me had held my interest during our supervised dates. How the hell was I supposed to shackle myself to one of them for the rest of my entire stinking life?

Although I had to admit that, naked, they looked a whole lot more interesting. All were young and well-built. Some lean, some burly. Dark and light.

Unwanted, desire stirred inside me. “Can I narrow my choices? Will that satisfy you for now?”

My brother’s jaw firmed. But then, he gave a curt nod. “Name them.”

I glanced around the circle, passing Scott, Doug, Jason, Mathias, Howie, and finally, I rested my gaze on Corbin, all the while thinking. This was just another stall tactic, and Corbin knew it, but he’d allowed me more time. Why? He didn’t have to. As the newly appointed alpha of our pack, he could simply make a decree and give me to one of his friends. As a breedable female, a rare commodity among werewolves, I understood my responsibility. Still, that didn’t mean I wasn’t resentful of my fate.

Since he was forcing me to narrow my field, I decided I wouldn’t let him see me as beaten, not even a bit. I pushed up from the ground. “Form a row,” I said to the handsome wolves surrounding me.

Scott glanced at Corbin. “You know you could just assign her a mate. She doesn’t understand her place.”

I stepped toward Scott and made sure he registered the fact I was as tall as he was. Our gazes collided. His pupils flared, nearly consuming the bright green irises. Brown shaggy hair tickled the tops of his shoulders. The days-old stubble framing his mouth gave him the look of a pirate, which fit given the fact we were all descended from Edward Teach’s crewmen, who had intermarried descendants of Jean Lafitte’s—all cursed by a Haitian witch, because they’d managed to steal her greatest treasure—her daughters.

Interestingly, Scott’s cock lengthened the longer I held his hard stare. It was lovely really. Long and thick, with a broad head. His balls were a little on the large side though. I almost passed him, but I liked the fact he was the most aggressive of the group. And one of my brother’s closest friends. The bitch inside me wanted to lick those big balls. My witchy DNA from my mother’s side wished Corbin would watch while I did it. I eyed his cock then arched a brow. “You,” I said softly.

He cupped himself and smiled.

An image flashed of those balls hitting my clit every time he stroked…

Maybe he read my mind, because his smile stretched, and his strut was especially cocky as he walked to stand beside Corbin.

I continued down the line.

Doug’s smile was open. Too honest. The last thing I wanted as a mate was a nice guy. I’d walk all over him and make his life a hell he didn’t deserve.

I moved to Jason. His smirk raised the hairs on my arms. I couldn’t stop myself, I growled deep in my throat and let him see my inner bitch, flashing him a glowing glare.

Next, I paused in front of Mathias. Quiet, watchful, golden-haired Mathias. Another of Corbin’s besties. Something about the way Mathias looked at me with his nearly purple eyes hinted at a sensual patience I found intriguing, right along with his arrow-tipped cock. Almost as intriguing as the plan building in my mind. “You,” I said.

Without a smile, his chin lifted, effectively cutting his gaze from mine because he was taller by a head. He strode to stand by Scott.

In front of Howie now, I sighed. Howie was a puppy. Playful. Happy. Ever eager to stick his nose where it wasn’t invited… I heard his sigh as I turned away.

I strode toward Corbin. My black-haired, burly brother. His expression was as hard as granite. Did it bother him to see my choices? Or was he bothered for another reason? I glanced at his cock, still flaccid. Was he truly uninterested or did he have that much control? Didn’t matter. He’d forced my hand. I’d give him back some of his own medicine.

I reached out and scraped a sharpened claw across his chest, watching as goose bumps lifted on his skin. A low warning sounded in the back of his throat. And his dark eyes narrowed to slits. “Don’t.”

I shook back my hair and stood on my toes so that my lips were even with his. An inch apart. Close enough I felt his harshening breaths against my mouth. “You,” I whispered.

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By Sidda Lee Rain (was supposed to publish yesterday but I messed that up. Ooops! Sorry.)

I’m just beginning to get back to my new normal following my dads unexpected death. There were a few weeks there where I didn’t write a word in any of my current projects. I’m slowly getting back into the writing chair with my fingers at the keys. And, I’m very excited about some of the new projects I have coming up.

Many of you know of Mizz Sable Hunter’s HELL YEAH Series. After all theres over 2o titles and growing in that series. Well, I’m beyond excited to say I was invited to write a title in the HELL YEAH Kindle World! (Seriously, how cool is that?)


30 awesome authors will be writing books in the HELL YEAH Kindle World – first launch is August 11th. My title will be releasing in November. Join the reader group and keep up with the authors, with Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! and with the new world to come.

The book that really inspired me was BADASS #5 in the HELL YEAH Series.



Isaac McCoy is every woman’s dream. He’s a cowboy, one of the Texas McCoy’s of Tebow Ranch – tall, dark, handsome and sexy as hell. To add to the mystery, he’s a biker – clad in black leather, riding a big Harley – he makes the girls swoon. To put it simply, Isaac is the black sheep of the family. And what his family doesn’t know is that he’s also a Dom. Always a little different from his brothers –Isaac has been into fast cars, fast women – and the kinkier side of sex. Until Avery. That’s right’s the Texas Badass has fallen for the angel of Kerrville County – the Baptist Preacher’s daughter – Miss Prim and Proper. And that will never do. As much as he wants her, Isaac pushes her away – sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
Avery has been in love with Isaac for years and she’s ready to make her move. But Isaac makes it clear that they come from different worlds, there’s no way she can fit in to his life. She’s not the kind of woman he needs. So, Avery decides to take matters into her own hands. What she intends to do is take lessons in how to be a bad girl. Avery is determined to learn what it takes to please Isaac in every way. She’s seriously after her Badass – and soon, he’s not going to know what hit him.


I LOVED both the hero and heroine in this story that they inspired me to write DON’T MESS WITH THE BULL…yup, that’s the title I’m working on for the HELL YEAH Kindle World.

Bull is a patch holder for the Ignition Infantry motorcycle club, bike mechanic and former adrenaline junkie…which included time served in the US Army, bull riding and motorcycle racing. He’s rough around the edges and not looking to settle down anytime soon but that might change when he meets Sasha aka Sissy.

Sasha is trying to reinvent herself, a new identity, a new her. But, she’s only got four and a half months to accomplish that. Isaac (hero from Sable’s BADASS) gives her a part time job at his bar Hardbodies where she meets Bull. Bull…far from the suit and tie men she’s usually attracted to that awakens her body in ways she can’t remember ever happening before.

But, she’s running from her past and trying to build a future-not only for herself but another. And, a sexy ass biker is a distraction Sasha just doesn’t need…there’s a big difference between need and want though.


“Can I get you drink to go with that creepy stare you got going on or are you good?”

Lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t seen her watching him in one of the mirrors mounted on the wall. At least now he could see her face. Definitely wouldn’t be a burden doing her face to face. Oh yeah, he wouldn’t mind some good ol’ vanilla missionary position with Miss Lips and Hips. She was beautiful actually. A tiny feminine nose, big eyes that weren’t quite blue but they weren’t really green either. Gray, maybe? Pale skin, now he understood what people meant when they compared someones flawless complexion to milk. Full pink lips were the only thing that could’ve drew his attention away from her milky skin.

“Are you mute or just stupid?”

Sassy. Definitely sassy. “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

She dropped her gaze in the mirror and turned towards him. Sauntering the twelve feet like a walking talking wet dream. “So he speaks.”

“I do.” Bull let his eyes take her in from head to toe. Rarely had he had a physical reaction to a woman like this. By rarely? Next to never.

“Well, well, what do you know?” the corners of her mouth lifted slowly.

When she smiled at him Bull felt his breath hitch. That was new too.


“Isaac is with the beer distributor but I’d be happy to get you a drink.”

Bull glanced up at her. “Wouldja now?” Maybe he sunk a little deeper into his Texas drawl but women tended to mop it up like sausage gravy to a biscuit.

Her blush was adorable. “Well, yeah it’s kinda my job.” she retorted with cloying sweetness.

He chuckled. “I suppose it is.”

Leaning forward Sasha rested her elbows on the high table where he sat. “What’s your poison?”

His eyes took in the deep line of her cleavage that was practically being served to him on a tray.

Snapping her fingers in his face. “Those aren’t being served on or off the rocks.”

“Shame.” Holding her glare he repeated, “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

Rolling her eyes she turned and walked away mumbling that she knew how to mix a drink. That’s not all she knew by the way she practically sashayed across the floor.

DON’T MESS WITH THE BULL…by Sidda Lee Rain coming this NOVEMBER in Sable Hunter’s HELL YEAH Kindle World!

I also have a biker/cowboy book already available in my DIRTY DENIM Series, STEEL HORSE COWBOY.



Chelsea hadn’t been living her life to the fullest…until her beloved Grandmother Rosie past. A letter she left her granddaughter inspires Chelsea to walk away from the life she had and start living the life she wanted. Even if she wasn’t sure what that was. Leaving her condo in Colorado, stepping down from her high paying job and walking away from her fiancé was just the beginning on her journey to find her true self. Thinking she’d find answers on the road Chelsea found herself following the rodeo circuit.

Scotty had never seen a more gorgeous creature before the day he saw her ride up on a horse next to his sister. Auburn hair shining in the sun, skin tight jeans that looked like they had been painted on and sassy, sexy as hell red cowgirl boots in the stirrups topped off her smokin’ country girl appeal. Just so happens a couple months later he would have a chance to get his hands on her as he escorted her down the aisle…of his sisters wedding. Sharing a dance at the reception wasn’t enough of her or her whiskey colored eyes.

Not understanding the draw she had to him was confusing. The man was as far from a cowboy as you can get-yet Chelsea still found him to be the sexiest man she’d ever seen. One night of unadulterated passion would haunt her for far longer than she had ever guessed. Living with the longing, the pain and sadness on her own was her doing but would caving into Scotty again leave her healed or leave her hurting once more?

Could a motorcycle bring them back together and is it their journey now and not just her own?

Warning: This novel contains one certified cowgirl searching for her cowboy but stumbling across a hot ass biker man instead. He gives her the road trip of a lifetime and she rides him like a Harley on a bad piece of road! 

This book is part of a Series but can be read as a stand alone





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    “If your knees ain’t dirty…

                 You ain’t doin’ it right!”


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Trouble in Disguise by Gem Sivad

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This week I’m sharing a snippet from Trouble in Disguise, my Eclipse Heat title releasing tomorrow. I hope you get a chance to pick up a copy and enjoy.

Deacon waited until the other man disappeared down the steps. Then he fitted the key into the lock, entered and relocked the door before he faced the woman who’d been sent to entertain him.

Shock coursed through him. Lydia’s promise of someone special had for once been fulfilled. Deacon crossed the room and stood before the waiting girl. Women rarely reached above chest high on Deacon since, even barefoot, he dwarfed most men. But his night’s companion met his gaze without tilting her head or craning her neck.

Sooty lashes framed gray eyes flecked with silver, making her appearance strangely exotic. Charcoal brows contrasted with both her pale skin and the white-blonde hair hanging in a silken mane down her back.

“You work for Lydia?” His astonished words were out before he could stop himself.

“Tonight I work for you.” She laughed and touched his sleeve.

Surely she remembered him. But she didn’t mention that the last time they’d met, he’d been staked out over an anthill with strips of flesh torn from his back. Was it possible she’d never gotten a look at his face?

That was the first surprise. Her clothes or lack thereof was his second. Usually Lydia had her girls decked out in transparent costumes that left nothing to the imagination.

This woman wore a ruffled white shirt buttoned from shirttail to neck. It revealed little but what he could see made his breath catch in his throat. His gaze trailed upward, enjoying the shape of her bare feet, defined calves, not quite bony knees and pale columns of sculpted muscles. His gaze stalled on the tail of the shirt where it touched the top of her thighs.

She brushed her hands down her front as if trying to make the material cover more of her. The gesture served only to mold the fabric to her plump breasts, marking the white shirt with dents from the stiff peaks of her taut nipples.

She glanced at her chest and unexpectedly chuckled, the husky sound making its way straight to Deacon’s groin. He forgot about his mission to save Beauregard and ended all thoughts of spending the night alone.

Matter-of-factly she raised her arms to divide the thick mane hanging down her back. When she pulled two thick strands over her shoulders, her shirt pulled taut, displaying puckered nubs. He wanted her.

“I need to clean up,” he said abruptly. She gestured at the tub in the middle of the floor. He shook his head. “Shave first, then bathe.”

He scrubbed his hands and then made short work of lathering his face. He didn’t want to get dirty prints on the white material when he removed it. Excitement rippled through him. “Unbutton your shirt so I can look at you while I scrape off this beard.”

Absently he palmed the soap, rubbing it into lather while he surveyed her. The pale skin and light hair should have made her appear drab or dull but instead they served as a creamy landscape framing each vivid splash of color in her features.

Apricot blush tinted her cheeks as she obediently reached for the shirt plackets closest to the bottom. Long tapered fingers unfastened the lowest four buttons and stopped. The sight of her calloused palm and strong wrist startled him but he forgot about it when he glimpsed the soft nest of curls on her mound.

His glance traveled over the ruffles on the linen shirt past the full swell of unfettered breasts, up the elegant line of her neck. He paused and watched her use the tip of her pink tongue to wet ruby lips. His gaze continued upward until he stared into her eyes. He’d been wrong. They weren’t gray but dark silver, the color of pewter. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners as she lifted a brow inquiringly.

“You don’t remember me?” He tensed, waiting.

“Of course I remember you,” she laughed, her tone husky when she added, “Beau said you needed rescued so there was no way out of it. You owe me a honeycomb. I’m glad to see I didn’t waste it doctoring you.”

“You let Beauregard talk you into going into that camp. That was crazy.”

“Well now,” she drawled agreeably, “we could talk about that. Or—we could play.”

It had been a long time since Deacon had played. A growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest. Though his hands were covered in lather, he touched the ruffled shirt’s neck, ran his finger down the front placket and paused when her breasts swelled on either side of his fingers.

“To here,” he said, leaving a wet mark that clearly defined where she could stop. He resumed shaving, staring at the reflection of his jaw in the mirror instead of at her. Deacon concentrated on keeping his hand from trembling as he scraped away dark whiskers.

“Want me to use that on you?” She gestured at the straight razor, stepping closer to him so he could see her reflection.

The button marking the wet spot he’d left in the middle of the shirt kept it from falling open. Lust roared through him.

“No, you do sloppy work.” He rinsed the razor in the bowl of water, flicking the excess water from it before slicing through the threads holding the last button in place. “You missed one.”
Trouble in Disguise © Gem Sivad 2016

Trouble in Disguise_Eclipse Heat-Final 400x600Since both his partners have married and retired from the hunt, Deacon McCallister is alone when he visits the Pleasure Dome, an infamous brothel in Fort Worth’s Hell’s Half Acre. He’s tracking a counterfeiter but what he finds is TROUBLE—dressed in a man’s ruffled shirt and nothing more.

Bounty hunter Miracle Beauregard calls herself Beau and for years has fooled the general public about her gender. But underneath Miri’s disguise, beats a feminine heart in lust for Deacon McCallister. Though she spends a lot of time dreaming about her rival, she never expects to act upon her longings.

When Miri follows an outlaw to the fanciest whorehouse in Texas and crosses paths with her heart’s desire, she trades her buckskins for bare skin to play the part of Deacon’s paid companion. But, she’s wrong when she thinks her time with Deacon will be just once. After she leaves her bounty hunter rival behind, she discovers he’s so enthralled by his one night lover, he’s on the hunt to find her again—and he’s got forever on his mind.

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Vote for Your Favorite Series for a Chance to Win a Signed Paperback

I’m ready to organize my writing schedule for the last six months of 2016! I have a long, lovely list of books that I want to write, but I’m not sure what you, my wonderful readers, want to see first. Here’s your chance to vote for your favorite series, plus one vote will win a signed paperback from that series. Ready?


The Double Seduction Series (Double Her Fantasy, Double Her Pleasure, Double Her Temptation, and Double Her Destiny)

If you recall, when we left Trey, Megan, and Garret, we were “expecting” a surprise. The series will continue to watch these characters, but will focus on Jeff, the bodyguard that followed Ms. Megan around in the last books. Jeff has a hot cowboy cousin who is dating Megan’s lovely doctor, and when Jeff meets this doctor, things get sexy in Texas! If you’ve been waiting to read these stories, leave a comment and vote for more Double Seduction.


The Hot Country Series (Chase and Seduction, Heart of Steele, and Rough Ryder)

In the last book, Rough Ryder, we got to meet three smart, talented country music stars, Hope, Summer, and Dixie. Each of these fascinating women gets their own book! Do you remember Schmiddy, Ryder’s strong, silent, mucho-macho bodyguard? One reader suggested he and Dixie would make an awesome couple, so that will be fun to write. If you’re ready for three more Hot Country books, leave a comment voting for that series.


The Diaries of a Casanova Series (Legend Awakening)

This is the very sexy series I’m writing with a man who has been in the music industry for decades. We’re working on the second book, Twisted Angel, and it’s just as hot and amazing as the first book. I need to write some scenes, then pester my famous co-writer to help with the rest, but I’m ready to finish and publish this one and get started on Book 3, Rising Redemption. If you’re a fan of The Diaries of a Casanova Series, please comment with your vote.

Everyone who comments will be entered to win a signed copy of a paperback from their favorite series. Thank you for voting, and good luck!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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All I Want for Christmas?

No, you aren’t hallucinating! While the lawnmowers are going outside (Literally!) and the scent of cAM_AllIWantForChristmas_200x300hlorine from the neighbors new above ground pool wafts through the air, I’ve been plugged in (barefoot and sporting noise-canceling ear buds) to Youtube listening to hours of instrumental Christmas music! Why, you ask?

Inspiration. Yep, I’m in the throes of penning a brand new Kinnison Legacy Holiday story, which is slated for Sept. 2016!  This story revisits Rein and Liberty (RUSTLERS HEART, Book II, Kinnison Legacy ) and what has transpired in their lives since the fire out at the Kinnison ranch almost two years ago!

Wow, has it been that long? Its a heart-warming story,  laughter, tears and of course, its Rein and Liberty–there will be steam! But most of all it exemplifies the magic of the season and that no matter what, love will find a way!

Here is a tiny sneak peek  at ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS!!

EXCERPT: * unedited* set-up; Rein and Liberty agree to take in a young five-year-old boy as foster parents as the boy’s mother awaits trial on drug charges….

Rein watched Liberty do her nightly routine—she washed her face, brushed her teeth—everything she’d done nightly since they’d married. He knew she’d pull back the covers, then as an afterthought, go check to make sure the windows were locked before coming to bed. Tonight, however, she stood at the window staring at the snow falling softly outside.

“What is it sweetheart?” He climbed out of bed, walked to her, and pulled her close.

“I know it’s only temporary, but it feels right having Cody here,” she said. “Is that weird? We’ve only had him a few hours.” She leaned into him, holding onto his arms around her.

He kissed the top of her head. “He’s a cute little kid. A shame to have to grow up in that kind of environment.”

Liberty nodded. There were times growing up the daughter of a wealthy Vegas businessman, that she saw things that even to her young way of reasoning didn’t seem right. That would be verified later when she’d witness his rage taken out on her mother. Thank God she’d found Rein. He’d changed her view of men, softened her heart to risk loving again, and solidified in her a belief in family. “You’ll make a great daddy one day.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, heartsick that she’d not yet been able to carry a child to term.

He nuzzled the curve of her neck. “We could work on that, darlin’.”

She cradled his head against her shoulder. “What if Cody wakes up?”

“He seemed pretty zonked in the car. And that monitor thing you got should alert us.” He started drawing her toward the bed.

“Maybe we should shut the door.”

Rein considered the comment, then shrugged. “Okay.” He bid her request and turned to find his wife perched on the bed in the next-to-nothing nightgown that he’d been fantasizing how to peel off her for the last hour.

“Wait,” she held up her hand, “maybe we should leave it open just a bit. So we can hear…just in case.”

Rein eyed her, finding this new side to his wife-usually uninhibited about their lovemaking—quite interesting. “If it makes you feel more comfortable…” This exercise in how far to keep the door open was the strangest foreplay Rein had ever experienced. “How’s that?” He positioned it for yet a third time. He studied the small opening, satisfied himself with the door ajar. Hoping like hell it pleased his wife. He glanced up. “How’s this?”

Liberty lay on her side, wicked smile painted on her face. He’d been royally played and his wife had been holding the bow. He hooked his thumbs in his boAM_NoStringsAttached_400x600.jpgxer briefs and stripped before climbing onto the bed. “Two can play at the position game, sweetheart.”


Thanks to everyone who’s picked up my current related series NO STRINGS ATTACHED (Book I, Last Hope Ranch) and have expressed through your emails how much you’ve enjoyed reading more about the folks in End of the Line , Montana! There is more to come!!  Be sure to write and tell me whose story you’d like to see! I’ve even had one request for a grown up Emilee Kinnison story! Wow! That would be awesome, I think!

COMING NEXT MONTH:  Watch for my great Cupcake Battle contest coming up!

Blessings & Cowboy dreams~



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Justice Burning by Elle James aka Myla Jackson

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Hellfire series Book #2
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Her groom was a no-show at her wedding, and Dallas debutante Phoebe Sinclair isn’t going to face her family and the hundreds of guests with the news. Taking nothing but her wedding dress, her grandmother’s locket and her fiancé’s rented convertible, she leaves the church, determined to get away and start a new life free of her society status. Foiled by a flat tire near Hellfire, Texas, she opens the trunk for the jack, only to discover a deadly secret, just as a sheriff’s deputy pulls up behind her.

When sheriff’s deputy Nash Grayson, lends a helping hand to a runaway bride, he doesn’t know half of what he’s getting himself into. Not only is she sassy and independent, she’s beautiful, sexy and wriggles her way past the protective wall he’s built around himself since he returned from the war. When she’s targeted by a shooter, he’s assigned protective duty until the culprit can be caught. Close quarters and hot Texas nights bring the unlikely pair closer to the truth about her ex-fiancé and their own burgeoning desires.

Warning: All hell’s breaking loose in Hellfire, Texas


“The bastard!” Phoebe Sinclair’s usual easy-going demeanor had taken a major hit. She checked the rearview mirror, couldn’t see anything past the train of her wedding dress flying out behind her. When she’d discovered her fiancé had skipped out on the wedding just seconds before she was due to walk down the aisle, she’d practically jumped into the convertible. He’d left the church, no explanation, no excuses. Which meant Phoebe would have had to face her parents and their guests to break the news alone. There wouldn’t be a wedding. The groom had run out on her.


Never mind she’d already been having extremely cold feet. Two hours earlier, she’d been a nervous bride, convinced she was making a huge mistake by marrying a man her father had selected as perfect husband material for his darling daughter. Her mother had argued that Ryan would help elevate her social status even more. Not that Phoebe cared two hoots about status.

Phoebe, the dutiful daughter who’d always done what her parents wanted, who never had anxiety issues, could have used one of her mother’s anti-anxiety pills. On the very verge of walking down the aisle of the church to promise to love, honor and cherish Ryan Bratton, a colleague of her father’s, she’d asked herself why? Why was she marrying a man with whom she didn’t have much in common? Why was she allowing her parents to choose her husband? Why had she let herself be swept into the whole wedding experience?

The pathetic answer was that all of her Dallas debutante friends were either engaged or married. Some were pregnant with their first babies.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Her damned biological clock had been ticking pretty darned loud when her father proclaimed it was time to get married and produce heirs. He wasn’t getting any younger and he wanted to know he’d have someone to pass the oil speculation business to when he was gone.

Phoebe slowed behind a tractor hauling a large round hay bale. Wisps of straw flew over the top of the convertible’s windshield, tangling in her hair. Swerving toward the center of the road, she peered around the big green John Deere. The lane was clear and she sped past.

Her father could sell the damned business for all she cared. Phoebe had never had a head for business, preferring to hang out with the horses on their ranch. She hadn’t really been that interested in dating, finding most of the men in her parents’ circle either old like her father, greedy or lazy. When she went out on dates, many of the men were more interested in her father’s assets than in her own.

She’d stared into the full-length mirror, her heart pounding, perspiration popping out on her forehead and upper lip, after her mother had applied makeup to her face. Phoebe couldn’t do it. She didn’t love Ryan. Though her father thought highly of him, his opinion of Ryan wasn’t enough.

Sure, he’d had her grandmother’s locket professionally reworked by a jeweler, with a brand new chain and a picture of her grandmother inside. The extremely thoughtful gift had almost convinced her he was the man she needed. But standing in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger in the white dress, about to marry a man she really didn’t know, she’d started into a full-on panic attack.

Her mother had entered the room, slapped a paper bag into her hand and told her to breathe into the bag. Then her mother had straightened her veil, patted powder on her face and turned her toward the door with a parting comment, “Don’t embarrass me.” Her mother moved inside the sanctuary to take her seat.

Phoebe stood outside the door, waiting for the cue for her bridesmaids to make the long trip down the aisle ahead of her. Something had held up the ceremony. Five minutes turned to ten but her cue didn’t come.

One of the groomsmen ducked out of the sanctuary, spotted her and waved her back toward the anterooms.

Phoebe handed her bouquet to her maid of honor, a silly society girl her mother had chosen since Phoebe didn’t have many girlfriends suitable to wear the ridiculous bridesmaid gowns. “I’ll be a moment.” Phoebe hurriedly joined the groomsman.

He glanced over her shoulder at the others watching and then leaned close to whisper, “We have a problem.”

Her heart had fluttered, her stomach roiling. “What’s wrong?”

The man tugged at his collar as if the tie constricted his vocal cords.

Phoebe wanted to take a hold of the tie and tug on it herself. Hard. “Spit it out,” she finally said.

He took a deep breath and blurted, “Ryan disappeared.”

“What?” And her mother had been afraid Phoebe would embarrass her. “He ran out? Did he say anything before he disappeared?”

The young man’s face turned a bright red and he shook his head.

“You have got to be kidding.” Surely Ryan had only gone to the restroom or outside to catch a breath of fresh air. Phoebe stormed off toward the room the groom was supposed to use for wedding preparations. Flinging open the door, she marched in. “Ryan, you better get your scrawny ass up to the altar…”

The room was empty. Ryan and his tuxedo were gone.

“Really?” she cried. “You got cold feet?” Blood pounded in her ears. She stared around the room, hoping he was hiding somewhere and going to spring out and say surprise!

With a sanctuary full of five hundred of her parents’ closest friends waiting for the wedding to start, Phoebe didn’t know what to do. She’d agreed to marry Ryan, not because she particularly loved him, but because no one else had come along in her thirty-one years who inspired the soul-defining passion she had expected to come with falling in love. Ryan could kiss okay and he’d tried to please her when they’d been more intimate. Still…nothing. No sparks, no earth-shaking anything. Surely all those romance novels she’d read late into the night weren’t all pure fantasy.

Phoebe had begun to think she didn’t have the romantic gene in her body, so she’d settled for Ryan. Now, he’d skipped out. Jilted her at the altar and left her with the task of telling all the five hundred strangers her fiancé hadn’t wanted to marry her after all. “I could kill him,” she said.

“Excuse me?” a voice said behind her.

With a little scream, she spun to face Ryan’s best man, Warren Ledbetter. “Did you know he was thinking of backing out of this circus of a wedding?” she demanded.

He shook his head. “He told me to go on to the sanctuary, that he’d be there momentarily. That was fifteen minutes ago.”

“Well, I’m not telling all those people this event isn’t happening.” She waved a hand toward the church. “I’m not taking the rap for it. My father and mother will be livid after spending a small fortune on this show.”

Warren’s eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” She glanced around the room and over her shoulder at the hallway. The choice had come down to either face her parents and the sanctuary full of people, or leave and hoping her parents didn’t hate her for eternity.

Phoebe’s feet, in the white satin pumps, took her toward the door. When the dutiful daughter should have turned left to go to the sanctuary, she turned right. Rather than face her parents, Phoebe opted to run. Yes, leaving was the coward’s way out, but she’d had enough of her parents running her life, choosing her clothes, her friends and her husband.

She’d run out the side door of the church nursery to a playground where she hurried past the swings and play fort. Out in the Texas sunshine, she lifted her skirts and ran, breathing in the fresh taste of freedom. If Ryan could skip out of a wedding neither of them really wanted, so could she.

Phoebe dared to dream of a life she chose to live. She could get a job, pay her own way, make her own friends and really live. The faster she ran, the better she felt until she kicked off her heels and sprinted toward the parking lot out front.

Before she reached it, Phoebe ground to a stop. She’d arrived in her parents’ chauffeur-driven town car. The church was off the usual routes of taxi drivers, and she didn’t have any money to pay a driver. Nor did she have a cell phone to call for a pick up. Her newfound freedom took a turn for the worst.

Then she spied the wedding car, a sleek black Cadillac convertible with specially decorated cans tied with silk ribbons beneath the bumper, parked outside the door to the church’s banquet hall where the reception was to be held after the wedding. A banner affixed to the trunk read JUST MARRIED. Daring to hope, she inched up to the driver’s side of the vehicle and looked inside.

Hope flared in her chest at the sight of the keys in the ignition.

Gathering her skirts, she jumped in, twisted the key and drove away from the church, leaving behind what would be her disappointed, embarrassed parents and a life she never seemed to fit into.

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