Cover Reveal–Rhonda Lee Carver

Cowboy is Mine is releasing tomorrow!



Buy your cowboy here!Buy your cowboy here!

I’ve also started on Book 6, The Discreet Cowboy. Here is the cover. I’m not going to reveal who the hero is, not yet…but I’ve gotten request after request asking me to hurry and write his story. Can you guess who the hero is?


This is a great time to catch up on the Cowboys of Nirvana if you haven’t already.


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Here’s a tidbit of COWBOY IS MINE:

“Baby, that outfit’s not just hot, but this is a forest fire and I’m a superhero fireman ready to lend a hand.” He’d never been close to creaming in his jeans before, but if he wasn’t careful, he might be embarrassed.

She slowly swiveled, giving him an eyeful of her legs encased in the fishnet stockings as she sashayed her way across the small space of his cabin. The heels clanked against the wooden planks and her bare bottom made him salivate. She leaned against his dresser, bending her right knee and planting her heel against her calf in a Marilyn Monroe exotic stance. Fuck if he wasn’t ready to drop to his knees and plead with her to put him out of his misery.

“Okay, fireman, what fire would you like to extinguish first?” She brought her finger to her lips. “Here?” She leisurely lowered her fingertips over her chin, down the length of her neck, and stopped at the tops of her breasts that were teasingly visible in the mesh. “Here?” She tapped one pale globe. The outfit looked perfectly snug, showing off her slender waist and voluptuous hips that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “Or here?” She parted her inner thighs ever so slightly.

“I hope you don’t have to give the outfit back to your friend because those stockings will be in shreds when I’m finished.” He strolled closer, stopping within several feet, keeping his distance intentionally because he wasn’t sure it was safe to touch her without exploding from the inside out.

Her laughter sounded like a sweet melody—teasing his bulging nerves. She slipped up onto the low dresser, crossing one leg over the other and lifting one knee high. The dresser should have been a hot rod classical car. She rubbed her toes up and down her calf, deliberately and erotically. His cock ached as it pressed against his zipper.

“Is there a proper time when I’m allowed to touch? I mean, I’m good with watching, but I can’t wait to get my hands on you, around you, and do sweet wonderful things to that body,” he growled.

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My Bad

I’m so sorry.  I meant to go back and  pick a winner from last month and plum forgot until today’s blog post.

My bad, and because of that I picked two winners – mainly because I had a hard time choosing the winner.

Michelle and Leaanne – you are both winners.  I will email your Amazon gift card to you (you should have it today).

Thanks for all the wonderful captions – they were truly inspiring.

April has been a busy month for me.  I had a conference at the end of March until the 4th of April, then company right after I got home.  Conferences are fun but a lot of work too.

Then I went on a short vacation (3 days) just for me.  I needed to recharge my batteries.  It was fun and nice.

I’ve had my noise to the writing grindstone, I’m working on my Highland Dom (tentative title) for my publisher The Wild Rose Press, to be part of their Real Men Wear Kits series.  It is contemporary, my hero is from Scotland and he might just answer the question what do men wear beneath their kilts?

I will have a new book coming out next month.  It’s a short story that was put out in an anthology a couple of years ago.  I got the rights back, made some changes, and lengthened the story a little bit.

The book will be released by May 10th, if not before.  If you’re a member of my newsletter list you’ll get first notice.  So please sign up here if you want to.  No pressure.

Here’s the cover of the book:


The cover artist: Designs by D, did a fantastic job.

I hope everyone has a great day.  And I’m really hoping to have some good news next month.



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I’ll Never Look at Jam the Same by Paty Jager

I never thought about hMarshal FREEow people would react to my first published historical western romance. As I wrote the book and the characters carried the story forward, I was along for the ride. Darcy and Gil were clear in my mind. Their behaviors, their likes and dislikes. It never crossed my mind that one scene, I thought was playful, would garner so much attention. Mostly from my male readers.

I have a small following of male readers. One of them has also been a longtime friend of the family and is as old as my dad.  One day when my husband and I were visiting, he asked my husband if he’d read the “Jam scene” in my book.  (brief note: My husband doesn’t read any of my books) Hubby said, “No.” Our friend said, “I’ll never look at jam the same.”

This is the scene he was referring to. Darcy and Gil have just spent the night in a boarding house, telling the proprietor they are husband and wife when they haven’t exchanged vows yet. They’re on the run trying to catch up with a crooked mayor who has framed Darcy.

Excerpt from Marshal in Petticoats

“What did they leave us? I forgot how hungry I was.” Darcy sat up cross-legged on the bed. Her dark hair hung over her shoulder, curling around a breast. The flush on her cheeks and her swollen lips begged for more loving.

Gil’s heart squeezed at the sight of her. He’d never thought loving someone could fill a person with such pride and fierce loyalty.

He cleared his throat and continued to the bed. “Looks like cold beef, rolls, strawberry preserves.” He set the tray on the bed in front of her and sat on the opposite side.

Darcy took a piece of meat and bit into it. “Mmmm. Not bad.” The lines of worry furrowing her brow meant she thought of something other than another round in the bed.

“What do I say to Craven tomorrow?” Her worried eyes searched his face.

“Just sit by him and flirt a little. Ask him questions about himself. See if you can find out where he’s headed.” He took her hand. “I’ll be in the same car watching everything. I won’t let him touch you.” He kissed her hand. “I promise.”

“How will he not notice you?” She turned her hand entwining their fingers.

“I’ll be dressed in business clothes. He’s only seen me in my trail clothes. He won’t think a gunslinger would be all dandied up.” He smiled trying to make light of the situation. Craven was too self-centered to connect two well-dressed adults with either he or Darcy. But there was still the slight chance the man was brighter than he’d shown so far.

Darcy picked up a roll and smeared it with preserves. Gil shifted, bumping the cold tray into her legs. Darcy jumped, tossing the roll with preserves on Gil.

The look on her face as the roll slid down his chest told him she’d put tomorrow out of her thoughts. She giggled and covered her mouth. Gil arched his eyebrow and plucked the roll from his body.

Darcy leaned over the tray and ran her tongue up his chest, licking the preserves. He shoved the tray to the side, allowing her closer. Her small, soft tongue across his skin lit a bonfire in his belly. By the time she’d cleaned his chest, he was hard and hungry. Not for food. She lowered her head, giving his maleness the same attention she’d shown his torso.

This book is permanently free to help you start your journey with the Halsey Brothers Series.

Marshal in Petticoats

After accidentally shooting a bank robber, Darcy Duncan becomes marshal of a town as accident prone as herself.  And she’s not about to take orders from a corrupt mayor or a handsome drifter.

Gil Halsey discovers the new marshal is a passionate woman hell bent on proving the mayor is corrupt and dodging outlaws to clear her name.

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Award-winning author Paty Jager andher husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. On her road to publication she wrote freelance articles for two local newspapers and enjoyed her job with the County Extension service as a 4-H Program Assistant. Raising hay and cattle, riding horses, and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

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**My Big News!!!** By Donna Michaels

**AND the WINNERS are…



Please email me at and I’ll get your $5 Amazon GCs out to you! Thanks to all who commented! I appreciate them!❤


Hi, it’s Donna Michaels, and I’m excited to finally be able to tell everyone I just signed a 3 book contract with Entangled Publishing for a military/cowboy series set in Texas!! Woot!!

Former Army Rangers own and operate a construction company that hires veterans!! They also own a ranch where the veterans are welcome to stay as they readjust to civilian life. This has been in the makings for well over a year, and I’m thrilled to finally be a part of the Entangled family!

This series will fall under their Lovestruck imprint.  

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Fall in love with the possibilities…

Find love where you least expect it with Lovestruck, Entangled’s smart new category romantic comedy imprint. Memorable, oftentimes hilarious “meet-cutes” between strangers, a strong romantic connection, sizzling sexual tension, and satisfying endings that leave readers smitten.

Right now, I’m working on the first book, and yes, it’ll be my usual, hot, humorous, heartwarming read. 

In a Ranger’s Arms

Tentative Blurb:

Driven by guilt over the attempted suicide of a friend, former Army Ranger, Stone Mitchum swears off women until the construction company he opened with a few Ranger buddies to employ returning vets is running smooth. But when a hot, new tenant from his property in town literally falls into his arms, she tempts his self-imposed punishment.

Business major Jovy Larson is in a bind. Years ago, she made a deathbed promise to her father to pursue her dream, and running the family company has always been her goal. But when her retiring grandfather pits her against her cousin to determine his predecessor, she’s sent to the middle of cattle country Texas for four weeks to sell gluten-free, vegan food. Dealing with that near impossible task is tough, but not half as tough as dealing with her sexy, ornery landlord.

With the help of a lovesick cow, two local tofu geniuses, and a few well-meaning veterans, Stone and Jovy give into their attraction. But when her lease runs out, and trial run is over, will she remain in the Ranger’s arms?


Part 2 of my news:

I have 2 books nominated in this year’s RONE Awards! Both, COWBOY PAYBACK and LOCKE AND LOAD are nominated in the Cops, Jocks and Cowboys category through InD’tale Magazine!

2016 Rone nominees

If you’ve read them and feel one (or both, you can vote for 2) deserve to move forward to the finals, then I’d truly appreciate if you’d save the link below to vote on

Week Four—May 9 – 15

Thank you!!


My deadline is approaching fast, so I’d better get back to my writing cave.😉

In order to celebrate my double news, I’m giving away two $5 Amazon GCs! Perhaps you’ll try out some Lovestruck titles.😉 Two random commenters will be drawn tomorrow! Good luck!

As always, thanks for reading,





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Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter Gives Us The Cowboy’s Rules

This is to celebrate The Cowboys Rules, the very first book of the Cowboys After Dark series. When I penned this naughty novel, I had no idea eleven more would follow.

As of April 21st, the Cowboys After Dark Series, has garnered over 300, 5 star reviews/ratings on Amazon/Goodreads.

The Cowboy’s Rules became a trilogy, which wasn’t planned, but Chad Douglas, the tenacious western horse trainer, and Sassy Cassie, the show jumping diva, just would not leave me alone.




Chad Douglas, a tenacious western horse trainer, agrees to transport three show horses to an event six hours away. Their owner is a young woman he’s never met named Cassandra Davidson.The daughter of a wealthy businessman, Cassandra is beautiful, but demanding and spoiled.

When she meets the surprisingly handsome cowboy, she announces that she’ll be flying to the show and will meet him there. Chad makes it clear she either accompanies him and her horses for the long drive, or she can find someone else. Used to getting her way, she displays a flash of temper. Chad climbs back into his truck to leave, and Cassandra realizes she has no choice. She’ll have to acquiesce.

Just how many sparks will fly during their trip? And what will happen when they reach their destination? Climb into the horse van with Chad and Cassie and find out.



Dashing through the house, Cassandra burst out the back door just in time to see the truck pull to a stop, but to her surprise she spied a horse already on board. The truck was decent enough, a late model Ford, and the trailer was modern, wide and sleek. It certainly didn’t compare to the luxurious van she moved her horses in, but it was one of the better rigs she’d seen. Why it was on her family’s property, however, was still to be determined.

Striding quickly over the manicured lawn, she saw a man in a cowboy hat step from the cab.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” she called.

The man stopped, slowly turned, and heavily tinted, aviator sunglasses stared back at her. His hair was dark and longish, falling around the nape of his neck, his jawline strong, and he was wearing a suede jacket with lambswool lining.

“I guess you’re Cassandra,” he remarked.

His voice was thick and deep, almost gravely.

“I am,” she quipped. “Who are you?”

“Chad Douglas. Max sent me, said you were in dire straits. Needed to get your horses to the Mill Creek Show.”

“I do, yes, I do,” she exclaimed, “but I don’t understand. You’ve already got a horse and a trailer with you. What are you going to do, clone yourself?”

“Whoa,” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “I came here to do a friend a favor.  I don’t need to be spoken to like that. I’ll catch ya later.”

Cassandra watched in shock as he moved to open the driver’s door.

“Wait!” she shouted, running around the truck. “I’m just really irritated.  I didn’t expect to find myself in this mess. Did you want to leave your horse and rig here? Is that the plan? Then how would you get back? I don’t understand any of this.”

“You’d best slow down and catch your breath or you’ll have a stroke about thirty years too early,” he drawled.

“I don’t have time to slow down,” she declared impatiently. “My horses have to be loaded and out of here in less than an hour.”

“I do realize that,” he replied calmly, crossing his arms and leaning against the side of his truck, “but if you don’t settle a bit, you won’t be gettin’ outta here at all. Now do you wanna keep yellin’, or do you want me to explain how I can help you?”

“Okay, okay. I’m calm,” she said, trying to hide her annoyance. “Just tell me.”

He didn’t respond, but she saw his brow furrow, and could feel his eyes scrutinizing her behind the dark glasses.

“Throw a please in there, and I just might.”

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

He didn’t move or speak, and she felt something strange in the pit of her stomach.           

          “Fine. Please, tell me,” she sighed, lowering her voice and speaking more slowly.

“I’m headin’ up there anyway, and I was just leavin’ when Max called, and-”

“Did he also tell you I have three horses to transport?” she interrupted, her voice rising in exasperation, “not just one.”

Without a word he dropped his arms, and turned to climb back in his truck.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “I’m just freaked out.”

“When was the last time bein’ freaked out ever got you anywhere?” he asked, leisurely turning back around, his voice steady and even.

          You are soooo frustrating, she silently groaned, gritting her teeth, but realizing she was getting nowhere, she consciously changed her demeanor and shot him her best, sweet smile.

“Chad, I’m truly sorry. You’re right. Please, I won’t interrupt again.”

“If you and I are gonna get along, that would helpful for both of us,” he remarked, not believing her abrupt change in attitude.

“Yes, sure,” she nodded. “Please, carry on with what you were saying.”

“It’s no big deal. Since your van carries four horses, I can put my horse in with your three.”

“Oh! I guess that would work, but do you know how to drive a van like that?” she asked, pointing to the large, horse transport vehicle parked alongside the barn.

He didn’t shift his gaze in the direction she was pointing, but stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked a few steps away.


Still ignoring her, he looked up at the house, stared down at the barn, and finally looked back at her.

“First, Max wouldn’t have sent me all the way out here if I didn’t know my way around the vehicle I’d have to drive. For the record, I’ve driven one just like it many times, though the one I’m used to is the model up from that one.”

“Really?” she asked in surprise. “The six horse?”

“Second,” he continued, not responding to her question, “if I’m gonna drive you and your horses up to Mill Creek, you need to understand I’m not workin’ for you, I’m doin’ you a favor. Now if you can understand that, I’ll be happy to help you out, but I have a rule; I only do a long haul if the person with me is agreeable. I’m not spendin’ six hours in a cab with someone who has an attitude.”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned. “I don’t go with the van. I fly up.”

Chad Douglas stared at the young woman huffing and puffing in front of him. Already on his way out of town, it had been more intrigue than friendship that had made Chad turn around and head back. Max had talked to him about Cassandra many times, how difficult she could be, how spoiled she was, but Chad knew Max went out of his way to help her. Now he understood why.  There was a neediness about her, an indefinable quality, that, in spite of her brattiness, was endearing.

“Let me get this straight,” he said slowly. “You want me to drive your three horses up to the Mill Creek show by myself, while you fly up.”

“Yes, exactly,” she replied. “Shoot, what am I going to do about a groom?  Max usually does that as well.”

He dropped his eyes to the ground, covertly smiling.

Oh, little lady, I am definitely drivinyour van, and you are definitely cominalong for the ride.



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Please note: This book contains graphic sexual scenes, bondage and discipline, and light BDSM elements.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Chad and Cassie take quite the ride. I hope you can join them and share their wicked fun.



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NEW Rope ‘n Ride Series-Em Petrova

Hello, everyone! It’s finally spring and we’re all ready for new beginnings, right? This is the time when people run to their hairdressers and ask for a new style or a hot new color. Is that you? Or we want to change our fashion sense and get out of our comfort zones.


Well I’ve got some new cowboys for you to meet! The Calhouns–Buck, Ryder, Ridge, West, Lane and l’il sister Wynonna. Their family ranch is in trouble so they’ve decided to go full-force into rodeoing in order to win some cash! But in the midst of this, Buck’s fiancee walks out on him–right at the time when a big TV network approaches them for a reality show.




BUCK is out now! Read on for an excerpt…


She opened the door and found trouble standing in front of her, long legs clad in worn denim, a shiny new belt buckle from the Fort Worth rodeo win at his waist and a pristine white T-shirt clinging to his carved muscles.

When she looked at his face, her insides did a tango. She wanted him—bad. How easy would it be to drag him inside, take him to bed and not surface from their problems?

“Buck.” Her voice was too breathy.

“Hi, Channing. Can I come in?” His Oklahoma twang raised a flutter deep in her belly. As soon as she allowed him into her space, she had to fold her hands into fists to keep from touching him.

Sparks flew between their gazes, but that was expected. They had no problem in the attraction department. It was the other stuff getting in the way of their future.

He tore his gaze away and let it trail over the bottle of his shower gel she’d taken from his house. “I see where my body wash went now. I was left to use something with pink Himalayan salt and water lily.” He raised a forearm and sniffed it.

God, he was adorable. But why couldn’t he be more like his brothers—open and generous with things like smiles?

Her heart gave a hard pinch, reminding her of what she’d given up.

“I’m sorry I grabbed your soap by accident. Here you go.” When she lifted the bottle, the ring slid across the surface of the table.

Buck stilled, his attention zeroed in on that ring.

“I…should have given you this back that day in the hotel. Here.” She started to thrust the circle of platinum at him, but he held up a hand.


“No, really, Buck. You take it. Sell it and use the money for—”

“Please, just hear me out.”

Their gazes collided again, and she dropped her hand to her side, the ring clenched so hard in her fist that it must be imprinting itself in her palm.

“Can we sit down and talk?” He waved toward her small seating group. She gave a nod and he moved to sit on the sofa. She took the thrift store chair adjacent to him, too aware of the lines of his body. Everything about Buck called to her. God, she was so in love with him. Why couldn’t he just soften toward her a little bit?

“Things happened quickly back in Fort Worth,” he began. His hat looked a little more battered at the brim, as if he’d been touching it over and over again since they’d been apart.

She nodded. “Is Asher okay?”

“I think so. He’s got Reese in a good place where she can get help. I guess she was trying to get off the paint thinner and went sort of crazy. Luckily, her mom showed up in time to take the kids away. But she couldn’t calm her down and had to call in the authorities.”

“Oh God.”

Buck nodded. “We all won in Fort Worth and we put half the winnings into an envelope to help Asher pay for the rehab facility.”

“That’s kind of you.” She expected nothing less from the Calhouns. Despite what others in the rodeo circuit said about them, the family stuck by people they cared about.

Tears flooded her eyes and her nose stung as she thought of being outside their ring—farther outside than before.

Buck’s gaze softened as he searched her eyes. “There’s more, Channing.”

Panic rose inside her. “Is it your mother? Or something Ennis has done to begin the oil drilling sooner?” Their bastard cousin was ruthless about taking that land. Sure, he’d given them a few months to vacate it, but he hadn’t wasted a minute calling in land surveyors or consultants about ways to maximize the prime Oklahoma ranch.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s actually something good.”

She arched a brow, hope rising. He’d come back to beg for her back. He’d come to say he’d made a huge mistake in letting her go. Breathless, she waited.

“After you left with Asher, someone approached us about doing a TV reality show.”

She gaped. “A what?”

“Yeah, it’s hard to wrap your head around but things are moving fast. This network wants to feature the Calhouns in our own reality show called Rope ‘n Ride. Since we’re a rodeo family and all. Well I’m not in love with the idea of people prying into my private life, but how can I say no to the money? In a few months we’ll have enough to buy the ranch off Ennis.”

“I see.” Her throat was bone dry.

“Anyhow, I came here to ask you a favor.”

Her gaze shot to his. A lightning bolt of attraction sizzled between them, striking her square in the chest.

“What is it?” she whispered, though he might not hear her over her thumping heart.

He fidgeted. Toyed with his hat. Then his smoldering brown eyes rested on hers again. “The network knows about you—about our engagement.”

“Oh no.”

“And it seems they want you in on the deal.”

She jerked. “Me?”

“Yeah, they don’t know about…” He waved between them and his hand ended up pointing at the ring on the table several feet away.

She nodded, waiting for him to make his point.

“Look, there’s no good way for me to ask this, but they want me to be engaged on this show, Channing.”

She stared at him, uncomprehending.

He made a pained noise. “I’m asking you to come back and sign the contract and pretend to be my fiancée.”

“What?” She shot to her feet.

He stood too, towering over her, his big body a beacon to her lost and lonely one. She wanted to curl against his chest and feel his arms around her. To bury her nose against his throat and inhale the pink Himalayan salt and water lily scents clinging to his flesh.

He spread his hands. Wide palms, callused fingers. God, she wanted him to glide those hands all over her naked body.

“It’s a lot to ask and I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t in a hard spot. See, I get a bonus if you sign on.”

Ice water splashed over her, leaving her a blackened, dead coal where seconds before she’d been on fire for Buck. “Are you seriously saying you’re using me to get more money, Buck?”

He had the grace to flush red and shift his feet. “It sounds awful when you say it like that, but you’re right. I’ll get enough to buy the mineral rights away from Ennis too if you sign on, Channing.”

The words fuck off were on the tip of her tongue, but she realized there was more to this.




Keep up with the Calhouns with RYDER, coming in June!




What are y’all doing this spring? Home updates? New landscaping? I’d love to hear from you!


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Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

I spent five busy days at the Romantic Times Convention in Las Vegas last week, and it was so much fun! Mr. Jackson Young performed a private concert sponsored by awesome military authors Elle James, Susan Stoker, Desiree Holt, and Donna Michaels. We raised over $500 for Operation Troop Aid, an organization which bundles care packages to send to deployed US troops.

If you’ve ever seen me in person, you know that I wear a purple cowgirl hat. It’s my branding, and people recognize me easily, so I don’t mind dealing with hat hair! When I meet new-to-me readers, I ask if they enjoy reading cowboy romances.


So many people commented that they hate to see cowboys disappear. They see them as a “dying breed” nowadays. Too bad, isn’t it? But there are cowboys out there, and I’m excited to write more stories about them.

Help me keep cowboys alive by coming up with some new professions for cowboys. We’re familiar with ranchers, rodeo cowboys, and billionaire Texas oil tycoons. What other jobs can romance writers give cowboys!

Save a cowboy today!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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Another Montana McKenna from Jan Scarbrough

Hi y’all. Maddie James here. Just letting you in an a new member coming to the Montana McKenna family.

A know a lot of you have been reading the Montana Ranchers series co-written by author Jan Scarbrough and myself. And you’ve been asking for more! Well, wait no more. Jan has added the 7th book to the series, featuring Liz McKenna, the step-mother to my two sibling characters, Callie and Parker.

If you’ve read any of the series, you’ll remember that Callie and Parker’s father dies early on in the series, and it is truly the impetus for bringing all of the McKenna kids back home again. Each of the siblings has had their own story, and I’m even getting some cousins in on the act with my Montana Heat spin-off–but this new addition tells Liz’s story, after the death of her rancher husband. Here’s the book description:

She’d had the great love of her life. Was she foolish to want another one?

Liz-LG (2)Liz McKenna’s dreams died along with her husband. Now she’s become the keeper of dreams for others. She’s done everything she can to keep the McKenna ranch running and to move on with her life. She’d learned to knit and play the piano. Distracted herself with hobbies. And yet, there was no avoiding the deep, unspoken unhappiness. Was it the burden of running the dude ranch? The responsibility of keeping her husband’s dream alive? At fifty-five, was she put out to pasture, too old to have dreams of her own?

Producer and scriptwriter Chaz Kingston is burned out by the ruthlessly competitive world of Hollywood. He’s tired of the empty celebrity lifestyle of his ex-wife and her daughters who are only famous for being famous. He’s tired of a life chasing the next hot trend, the next hot script. And he’s mourning the senseless death of his brother. Then he’s offered the chance to write a script based on a real life feel-good family novel about a dude ranch in Montana. Maybe blue skies and open spaces are what this silver fox needs. But he never dreamed his R&R would include a beautiful widow.

Liz McKenna’s story is now available for PREORDER at AMAZON | KOBO| IBOOKS.

Haven’t read any of the McKenna clan yet? No worries. You can try out the prequel to the series for FREE! Get an early peek into this Montana ranching family that sets the stage for the rest of the books. Available at all ebook retailers. (Might as well grab it too when you check out Liz!) Here’s More:

Welcome to McKenna Ranch!
theprequel_print front_ (2)Meet Brody, Callie, Mercer and Parker–the four siblings in the clan of James McKenna, a Montana rancher. Growing up on the ranch was a great life, until Callie and Parker’s mother passed away, leaving James a widower. It wasn’t long, however, before he remarried, bringing stepmother Liz into their lives, along with her son, Brody. Soon, James and Liz added a new McKenna to the family, when daughter Mercer was born.

Brothers and sisters are prone to disagreements and this Brady Bunch family of step, half, and full siblings is no exception. As they grew up on the ranch, they learned values that stuck with them throughout their lives–even though they may live apart as adults. But there is one thing that will bring them all back together. Their father’s only wish.

Beginning with a short prequel novella that tells the story of James McKenna and Liz Caldera, and how they came to blend their families, these stories put you on the McKenna Ranch near Yellowstone National Park. This series leads off with Jan Scarbrough’s Brody, with Maddie James’ Callie to follow, while the siblings begin the long road home. These sweet to sexy stories give you a glimpse into Montana rodeo and ranch life, and of course, provide lots of contemporary cowboy love and romance.

Here is the series so far:

The Montana McKennas: Prequel by Jan Scarbrough and Maddie James
Brody by Jan Scarbrough
Callie by Maddie James
Parker by Maddie James
Mercer by Jan Scarbrough
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Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter Shares HER FORBIDDEN COWBOY

Hello Again.

Thank you Randi, for having me back. I absolutely love your blog, especially all the mouth-watering cowboys who show up here.

This is the twelfth book in my Cowboys After Dark series, and was supposed to be the last, but I was listening to a wonderful country song as I was driving to the barn to see my beautiful mare, and a whole new story began to write itself in my head. It looks as if the series will be a baker’s dozen! It’s been a blast, writing these contemporary cowboy books, and mid-year the fun continues with a brand-spanking-new series set in the wild days of the old west.

I’d also like to take this opportunity to let you know about my new website. It launched a week ago, and offers all sorts of naughty treats, including an opportunity to pick up three of my books for free.

Time to introduce you to Scott Sampson, a romantic and very sexy cowboy who finds himself in quite a dilemma. He takes up with the daughter of a wealthy woman who thinks a cowboy isn’t worthy of her little girl. Lessons are learned by all concerned in this one!




When Cathy Coleman moves her horses into Sampsons Boarding Stables, she falls in lust with Scott Sampson, the barns owner. In an effort to get him to notice her, she starts leaving her belongings scattered around the barn. It works. Scott is forced to constantly seek her out, insisting she be more responsible, but to her dismay he shows no desire to spend time with her outside the barn. Months pass, and Cathy is utterly exasperated.

Though Scott has had to reprimand her continuously, he harbors a secret longing to take her into his arms, clutch her hair, and kiss her fervently, but in spite of his intense attraction he refuses to break his golden rule. Dont get involved with boarders. But when her messiness causes him to have an accident, he decides enough is enough!

To her shock, she finds herself in his office, over his lap, getting her bottom well and truly spanked.

As she bolts from the room, he is more angry with himself than with her. She is under his skin, and he has to admit his need for the willful young woman is overwhelming, but how she will react to the stunning and unexpected chastisement?

Days later she returns, and it is immediately obvious he has spanked his way into her heart, but he makes it clear he will put her over his knee whenever she misbehaves. With his rules in place, their romance begins, and Cathy quickly learns that Scott not only has a hot hand, but is artful with a length of rope.

As their love blossoms, and Cathy discovers she has an appetite for Scotts salacious decadence, but Cathy comes from a socially elite family, and when her mother, Marianne Coleman, finds out her only child is dating a cowboy, she is furious. Catherine is meant for a dignified man of stature and means!

What dangers does Marianne pose? Will Scott and Cathy be able to survive the manipulations of the over-protective woman, or will Cathy have to choose between the man who has captured her heart, and the family she loves?


Entering the bedroom, Scott stopped and stared at the exquisite picture before him. Cathy had started the fire, and the soft glow was casting a golden sheen across her body. Resting on her knees and elbows, the scene looked like an erotic oil painting.

Pulling off his sweater as he walked slowly across the room, he could feel his cock surging to life, and reaching the foot of the bed, he stripped off the rest of his clothes staring down at her nakedness. With her knees spread, and her back arched, all her charms were exposed to his eye, and he could see her pussy glistening with its need. Stepping closer, he touched her wetness, and she mewled softly as he began to explore, sliding his finger into her seam, tickling her clit, the pushing it into her soaked entrance before sliding upwards to the cleft between her cheeks. She gasped as he lightly touched her puckered back hole, and he lingered for just a minute before placing his hands on her moons, spreading them apart. She gasped, but didn’t move, so he released her, a reward for her surrender, then traveling his hand back to her pussy, he placed his thumbs on her lips and opened her up.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

She made a strange bleating sound, and as he pushed his finger forward, gliding it in and out, her noises became louder, as though she was building towards an orgasm.

“Are you already so hot you’re nearin’ a climax?”

“Maybe,” she whimpered. “I’ve been feeling it ever since I left here today.”

“Such a naughty girl,” he sighed. “I owe you a spankin’, don’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then we’d best get that outta the way before I introduce you to my rope.”

“Ooh, your rope,” she mumbled, repeating the word almost like a chant.

He began lightly slapping the center of her cheeks, just above the stain left by the paddle earlier that day, swiftly moving his palm from side to side allowing the sting to slowly build. When she began to cry out her protests of pain, he paused, moving his fingers back into her depths, stroking two fingers in and out of her channel with gusto, changing her cries to moans of pleasure. He longed to thrust inside her, to fuck her into oblivion, but gritting his teeth he stepped away and sucked in the air. She was wriggling her ass, silently begging him for more, and he almost caved. His cock was pleading almost as much as she was, but forcing his eyes away from the salacious sight, he walked across to his antique trunk set against the wall by the door.

He was an antique junkie, and had dabbled in the business for a short time, but he hated parting with the unique pieces he found, so he’d returned to collecting for the sheer pleasure of it. The moment he’d set eyes on the barrel-topped wooden trunk, he’d known its purpose. Raising the lid, he stared down at its many titillating contents. His collection of rope was in a separate container, and lifting it out, he carried it back to the bed.

“What am I gonna to do with you?” he mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed and soothing his hand across her face. “You’re so flushed. Roll on to your back and catch your breath for a minute.”

Letting out a grateful sigh, Cathy flopped on to her stomach, then turned over and stared up at him, thinking if she squeezed her thighs together she would spontaneously combust.

“I need to come so badly,” she whispered. “I’ve never been so close for so long.”

“You didn’t play with yourself durin’ the day did you?”

“A bit, but it was more like scratching an itch. I didn’t let myself go all the way.”

“From now on, you only get to do that if you call me and ask for permission.”

“Ooh, that makes me want to come even more.”

He couldn’t stop a sinful smile curling the ends of his lip, and the pleading in her eyes sent a fresh wave of energy into his cock.

“Damn, girl, you get under my skin,” he murmured, and lowering his head, he gently kissed her.

It was supposed to have been a soft brushing of his mouth against hers, but his fever captured him, and suddenly they were grappling, their lips were crushing against each other, his fingers were caught in her hair, and hers were digging into his back. Finally breaking apart, he looked longingly at his container of rope, then back at her.

“This’ll be an introduction,” he murmured. “If I spend an hour lacin’ you up, I think we’ll both lose our minds. Slide on over and sit on the edge of the bed.”

As she moved into position, he opened the bag and retrieved a long length of white cotton cord, and tethering her wrists behind her back, he continued moving it around her body. The joy began to overtake him as he wove the tapestry, encircling her breasts and pinning her arms, then standing her up, he slid it between her pussy lips and into her crack. Tying it off at her waist, he picked her and laid her on her back, instructing her bend her knees.

“Shuffle your feet apart,” he said softly, “I wanna see that rope buried in your pussy.”

Cathy felt as if she was under a magic spell. She’d felt no desire to resist as he’d wrapped the rope around her. On the contrary, the more helpless her state, the more relaxed she became, but the intense carnal hunger was still coursing through her body. Softly groaning as she moved her feet apart, she looked up at him, then whimpered, wishing he would rub her to her climax.



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Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, and I look forward to stopping by again soon.

May the tawse be with you…



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Iowa BOOK BASH bound…

By Sidda Lee Rain

April showers bring May flowers right? Well, what in the heck does April snow bring? Springtime in Minnesota is so confusing. Fingers crossed that Iowa in a couple weeks has better weather.

I’m looking forward to attending the NORTH IOWA BOOK BASH for the first time. I will tell you I’m already impressed by what I’ve seen. They’ve been advertising via digital billboards, social media postings and I’ve heard there’s been several posters/signs spotted out amongst the living…you know, not the internet. Some pretty impressive networking for a small con.

Did I mention the book signing has over 50 authors and only cost two dollars! Yes, two bucks and tickets are sold at the door. Authors of various genres in one spot from 9:00 am-4:00 pm (a brief break for lunch from 11:45-1:00).


When: Saturday, April 30th at 9am-4pm

Where: Best Western Holiday Lodge

2023 7th Ave N, Clear Lake, Iowa 50428

I’d LOVE to see you there! Stop by my table during the signing and pickup a FREE copy of my short She AIN’T Going Out Like That.

Country music fan? I am. I fell in LOVE with a Reba McEntire song a couple years ago called Going Out Like That and it inspired me to write a story-actually start a new series. The Broken Heartsville series will each be inspired by a song and they will be a short erotic story stemming from a broken heart. Why? Because, broken hearts happen but life does go on even when we least expect it. Next in the series will be…So Much BETTER In a Black Dress.

Don’t know the song? Here’s the link to the hit Reba song and video that inspired me to write about Ava and Bryce. Going Out Like That link:


AMAZON link: She AIN’T Going Out Like That (Broken Heartsville a short story series) by Si… via amazon

Blurb (each story is a stand alone, NO cliffhanger, HEA)

When her husband…soon to be ex-husband decides their marriage is over in an email. Yes, an email! Ava realizes the truth of their relationship that she’d been conveniently ignoring in recent years. 

A simple dress she’d bought for an event last December still hung in her closet. With her husband not approving of the delicate designer work of art she’d yet to wear it. 


Tonight she was all about making David and their failed marriage nothing but a memory and the night only started by slipping into that red dress and black leather heels.


PssstShe AIN’T Going Out Like That is only a .99 read!




My website:

Always remember…

                               “If your knees ain’t dirty…

                                            You ain’t doin’ it right!”


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