A Train Ride, a Rodeo, a Ghost Tour, and a Book Signing! Randi Alexander

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1880s Train RideAttend a PRC Rodeo in Deadwood…

PRC Rodeo DeadwoodSee Mount Rushmore…

Mount RushmoreSee a Ghost (and get your fill of amazing appetizers!)

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…and see more ghosts in an historic cemetery…

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Deadwood Pub CrawlAnd get books signed by 50 of your Favorite Authors!

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Delilah Devlin: Hot SEALs on a Cruise Ship!

So, today’s offering doesn’t feature cowboys, but Charter Group, which all my former SEALs work for, is headquartered in Dallas. So, does that count? 🙂

Do you have room in your hearts for SEALs right alongside those sexy cowboys? How about a SEAL who falls hard for a feisty disabled vet? Thought so. Here’s what the book is about, and I’ve included an excerpt. Hope you enjoy it!

Hard SEAL To Love

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The bigger they are, the harder they fall…

Former SEAL, “Big Mac” McLane, is sure he earned all kinds of bad karma somewhere when his first mission with Charter Group is guarding the “Love Boat” and its activity director. Okay, so the cruise line is sponsoring a special cruise for wounded soldiers and their families–a great cause–but Big Mac doesn’t do well around families and children, and Kylie Hammond is cute, but he feels like he has two left feet whenever she’s around. But he’s going to do his job, keep it strictly business, fade into the background whenever she’s around, but it seems Kylie has other ideas…

Kylie knows the big SEAL isn’t exactly gung-ho for his new assignment, but she can’t be more pleased. The big man’s the yummiest thing she’s ever seen, and coaxing blushes and glares from him becomes her favorite sport. But then things begin to go wrong aboard ship, people disappear, and then someone’s killed. The thing her charity most feared–a terrorist attack at sea–appears to be underway. Now, she has to trust Big Mac and his team to keep her wounded soldiers safe.

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The Real McCoy by Sabrina York: First Ride Cowboy Collection

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

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First Ride Cowboy Collection

You Never Forget Your First…

 

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget.

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FEATURING

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

 

Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

 

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

 

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

 

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

 

Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

 

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

 

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

 

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

 

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

 

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager

A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

 

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

 

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

 

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

 

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

 

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

 

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

 

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

 

 

 

Get a taste of:

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
Book 1 in the Stripped Down Cowboys Series
It’s like Magic Mike…with cowboys!

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At a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, she meets the gruff, dominant man of her dreams. It’s too bad the sexy stripper is only a pretend cowboy…or is he?

When Crystal Wilson gets roped into a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, the last thing she wants to do is tangle with a bunch of half-naked men pretending to be cowboys. But when she meets Ford McCoy, she can’t help but be attracted to his dark, dominant, gruff appeal.

What she doesn’t know is that Ford isn’t a stripper. He’s her friend’s overprotective brother, there to make sure his little sister doesn’t get into any trouble. She’s surprised at the passion that flares between them. In fact, what she has with Ford might just be what she’s been looking for all along.

It’s a pity the sexy rancher isn’t in the market for a city girl.

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She shouldn’t have taken the shot.

For God’s sake, what had she been thinking? She’d been on a low-carb, low-calorie diet—with no alcohol—for a month. Not because Blaine had called her fat. That had nothing to do with it. She just wanted… She just wanted to do it for herself. Yeah.

It wasn’t like he was coming back or anything. And it wasn’t like she’d let him.

But it would be awesome to run into him somewhere, say the bank or the coffee shop or that bar on Grill Street, looking like a vixen. She only had ten pounds to go to hit vixen weight. It was a helluva ten pounds. They didn’t seem to want to budge.

And damn, she really wanted something to eat.

And damn, the tequila had hit her hard.

So hard she’d left the weekend kickoff party—although, to be honest, she’d wanted to leave since the pumping music and the grinding bodies and the strobing lights were starting to make her eyelid twitch. As down-home country as the bedrooms were at this ranch-slash-resort, they sure knew how to throw a bacchanal at night.

It was pleasanter out here behind the house, staring up at the stars and enjoying the kiss of a soft breeze. There were no sounds but the rustle of the leaves in the trees, the crickets and the occasional croak of a frog.

Her head hardly spun at all.

She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined how amazing it would feel to be twenty-one again and interested in those kinds of men. To rub against a hard chest and feel his thickly muscled arms hold her close.

But none of those boys had ignited a flicker of interest in her. They’d all been rubbed smooth. Although several of them, and one in particular, had made it clear he wanted to dance for her.

It was a damn shame.

It would have been fun.

What kind of man would she want, if she wanted a man? Tall, for sure. Broad. Hard. Rough. Maybe a little wicked twinkle in his eye.

A door slammed to her right and her eyes flew open. She blinked as a man strode toward her through the shadows. Her heart lurched and the breath caught in her throat. Yes, her heart whispered. Yes. That was the kind of man she wanted.

He was big, and broad and roped with muscle. His stride was sure, determined and powerful. He wore boots that kicked up dust with every step, and chaps and even a Stetson. He had high cheekbones and a well-formed brow. His square chin was spattered with a dark shadow. His shirt was buttoned.

He looked like a real cowboy.

He looked like a man.

This guy could dance for her. No problem. She’d love to have him rub himself all over her—

His steps stalled as he caught sight of her.

“Well, hey there, cowboy,” she purred. It was probably the tequila purring, but he didn’t seem to care. He peered into the shadows.

She did him the favor of moving into the light. She liked that his nostrils flared and his throat worked. He touched the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”

Ooh. Ma’am.

Sexy. This stripper knew how to play a role.

“You’re late,” she said.

He blinked. “Late?”

“The party’s already started.” She sidled up to him—again, the tequila; normally she would never sidle up to anybody—and put her hand on his chest. The muscles rippled in response and something inside her rippled as well. It was probably her womb. Crying out for a visitor.

It had been a while, after all.

She leaned closer, against him, and it was good. She nestled her nose in his beautiful neck and took a whiff. And daham, he smelled sinful. Wicked. Alluring.

“What is that fragrance?” she asked. She needed to know. Wanted to bathe in it.

He chuckled; the sound rumbled through her. “Soap.”

“Mmm. Yummy.” She scudded her palm over his chest, his thick arms and down to his trim waist. He held steady as she explored, staring at her through insanely thick lashes. It should be illegal for a man to have lashes like that. His features were locked and hard. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You’re hard,” she murmured. Oh, God, he was.

“Yes, ma’am. I am.” This he said in a low purr, one that gave a sizzle of double entendre to the words.

Something cracked inside her. It was probably the remainder of her pickled restraint. He was the hottest man she’d ever seen, much less touched. His heat soaked into her and melted her, liquefied her.

She couldn’t stop her roving exploration and wouldn’t have anyway. Her hand drifted lower. His body tightened, his breath hitched as she reached his belt. And then she found him.

Her knees locked. Her pulse rocketed through her veins. Because Jesus God, he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard…

About the Author

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical, contemporary and fantasy sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the Seymour Agency  Visit her webpage at http://www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests.

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Valentine’s Day with Guest Blogger B.J. Daniels

B.J. Daniels Valentine’s Day Q&A

About B.J. Daniels:

B.J. Daniels’ life dream was to write stories. After a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist, she wrote and sold 37 short stories before she finally wrote her first book. Since then she has won numerous awards including a career achievement award for romantic suspense.

She lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, three Springer Spaniels, Spot, Ace and Jem. When she isn’t writing, she snowboards, camps, boats, quilts and plays tennis.

About Renegade’s Pride:

The renegade cowboy returns

It’s been nine years since Trask Beaumont left Gilt Edge, Montana, with an unsolved crime in his wake, and Lillian Cahill has convinced herself she’s finally over him. But when the rugged cowboy with the easy smile suddenly shows up at her bar, there’s a pang in her heart arguing the attraction never faded. And that’s dangerous, because Trask has returned on a mission to clear his name and win Lillie back.

Tired of running, Trask knows he must uncover the truth of the past before he can hope for a future with the woman he’s never forgotten. But if Lillie’s older brother, the sheriff, learns that Trask is back in town, he’ll arrest him for murder. Now Trask is looking for a showdown, and he won’t leave town again without one—or without Lillie.

 

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Buy Links:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/renegades-pride-bj-daniels/1124233103?ean=9780373789269

https://www.amazon.com/Renegades-Pride-Cahill-Ranch-Novel/dp/0373789262

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Questions:

What’s your favorite romantic comedy, book or movie?

I won’t tell you how many times I’ve watched the movies French Kiss, Overboard and American Dreamer (the one where she gets amnesia and thinks she’s a heroine in a novel.) I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

First author hero?

A lusty adventurer married to the sea, Captain Brandon Birmingham who courted scorn and peril when he abducted the beautiful fugitive Heather Simmons from the tumultuous London dockside. J My first romance was Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’s THE FLAME AND THE FLOWER. Whew. It was pretty hot when it came out in the early 1970s. I fell in love with both Brandon and romance.

Favorite cookie/dessert?

I love cookies and love to bake. I have my mother’s gingersnap recipe. It has to be my favorite and a favorite of my daughter’s as well. They are crisp and yet soft inside. Yum, now I’m going to have to bake some.

What are you doing for Valentine’s Day this year?

The week before Valentine’s Day is my husband’s and my 20th wedding anniversary!! So we’ll be celebrating clear up to Valentine’s Day. My husband will make me a special dinner. If you follow me on Facebook, you know what a great cook he is. And there might be candy hearts. Just sayin’.

My favorite thing about Valentine’s Day is…

Oh, come on, you know what’s coming… Taking a moment to appreciate those you love. And the candy hearts. J

Excerpt for BJ Daniels – Renegade’s Pride (9780373789269)

Wild and Wicked Cowboys

“Thank you, Lillie Girl,” her father said as she pulled up in front of his cabin. “No need to see me in. The pack rats probably carried off most every­thin’ and left a mess ta boot.”

She shuddered to think what the inside of the cabin looked like as she watched him lift his pack and the bag of groceries she’d insisted on. “How long will you be staying out of the mountains?”

He looked up toward the Judiths, still snowcapped. “As long as I can stand it.” Lewis and Clark had dis­covered the mountains on their expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Clark named them after his soon-to-be wife, Judith.

You’ll let me know before you leave.” What if Flint was right about their father? What might hap­pen to him up there alone, let alone in the mountains?

Ely met her gaze. “Don’t worry about me,” he said as if reading her mind. “Your brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

She didn’t need to ask which brother. Flint was the second oldest and the one who went into law enforcement after generations of Cahills who had teetered on the edge of the law. He was also the one who seemed to think it was his job to run the fam­ily with Tuck gone. She hated how reasonable he al­ways was when just once she’d love to see him lose his cool like the rest of them. The only stupid thing her brother had ever done was marry Celeste York.

“You sure Flint wasn’t adopted?” she joked. “Or maybe you found him on your doorstep, where some­one dumped him when he was a baby?”

“He’s well-meaning,” Ely said, surprising her.

“He arrested you.”

“He did that.” Her father laughed good-heartedly. “But I wasn’t myself last night. I understand why he had to.”

Lillie shook her head. “Always by the letter of the law.”

“Yep, that’s our Flint. He’d arrest his own grand­mother if she was alive.” Ely laughed at the family joke. “But that’s only if the fool woman broke the law. It’s his job. Don’t forget that, Lillie.” He turned those gray eyes on her. “He takes bein’ sheriff seri­ously, no matter the cost to hisself.”

Her father was trying to warn her, as if he needed to remind her, what would happen if Flint found out Trask was back in town. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, touched by her father’s attempt to protect her. It filled her with fear of what the fu­ture held.

Trask was back, and when Flint found out, he’d have every resource available out looking for him. This time, Trask wouldn’t get away.

Hopefully, the cowboy had come to his senses and left town again. She preferred that over seeing him behind bars. But the thought that she wouldn’t see him again for another nine years or possibly ever was like a clenched fist around her heart.

“Take care, Lillie Girl,” her father said as he slung his pack over his shoulder and started to close the pickup door.

She nodded, her thoughts on Trask, a dangerous place for even her thoughts to be.

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And the Winners Are…

Remember last time we were here when we had the whole “boxers or briefs?” question.

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Boxers or Briefs? Leave a comment and let me know. I’ll … announce January 20th  today. Sorry, I forgot to remind myself. Nevertheless, here we are and now we have a winner(s).

Shirley Long I hope you enjoy your print copy of Cowboy Burn. Contact me with your snail mail address so I can send.

Cheryl Lemon, Corriea, Elf, alisa8, Elaine  Swinney, and Denise Schenk, you’ve each won a digital copy of Cowboy Burn. I’ll send as soon as you let me know your email address. Much thanks all for stopping by and leaving a comment.


And now for now, well not now, but tomorrow, lol.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone. Wishing you flowers, a big box of chocolates, and love from that special person in your life.

I’m sharing a scene from River’s Edge  my first Unlikely Gentlemen title. I always love my leading men, but Edge Grayson puts a smile on my face every time. He’s experiencing a whole new crop of admirers with his recent re-release in the First Ride Cowboy Collection.

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The air whispered through willow branches, lightly caressing her eyelids and River imagined it to be the gentle brush of a lover’s lips.

Her mouth curved into a smile at the whimsical notion. Sighing, she set aside that unproductive thought, forcing her attention outward to the task ahead. 

All right, the fence it will be. Definitely shades of silver and light gray with patches of charcoal almost black. In her mind she selected the colors she’d use to create the focal point when today’s sketch grew into a panoramic landscape.

Suddenly a horse approached and the rider reined to a halt on the other side of the water.

Tipping his hat back, he leaned on his pommel as he inspected the broken down fence separating River’s land from the neighbor’s.

His scrutiny seemed beyond casual interest, making her feel more than a little embarrassed at the rotting posts and fallen rails.

Even though the adjacent property had been abandoned, the Prescotts should have maintained the boundary line. Truthfully, River was at fault.

Having found the quaintly picturesque setting useful, she’d asked Amos to leave this section of fence in a state of disrepair.

She brushed aside that irritating ranch concern, and seized the muse of the moment, focusing on the cowboy.

He was a stranger and she had no reason to alert him to her presence. Before he watered his horse and left, she hastily sketched a quick image for later transfer to paint and canvas.

It startled her when, instead of riding away, he dismounted and retrieved tools from his saddlebags. Without wasting any time, he set to work fixing the broken-down fence separating them as River immortalized muscle, sweat and brawn in light pencil strokes.

When he aimed his hammer wrong, landing a solid blow to thumb instead of nail, he grunted. River stifled an echoing groan as tension coiled in her belly, responding to the guttural, primitive sound.

By midmorning, the earlier breeze had stilled and the relentless sun poured from a cloudless sky, raising the day’s temperature to scorching hot.

Inside her willow retreat, perspiration trickled from River’s forehead to her nose and dropped in a splat on her sketchpad.

Pursing her lips impatiently, she sent a stream of air upward, attempting to move the damp curls plastered to her forehead.

Abruptly, the cessation of noise below pulled her gaze back to the cowboy. He’d stopped hammering and, as she watched, he pulled his shirt over his head, wiped his face with it before dropping it on the ground.

Wishing she could discard the bodice of her riding habit in a similar manner, River settled for swiping the crumpled and damp washcloth across her face.

Prodded by earthy desire rather than artistic intent, she studied him. She had, of course, seen partially clothed male torsos before.

But not often and never in the last five years. Even from the distance of the willow tree, his masculine beauty made her insides quiver but her pragmatic nature, wince.

Has he no sense? She gloried in enjoying the sight of his exposed skin. But as the sun crept higher in the sky, his tan muscles became flaming red and her indecorous ogling gave way to concern.

By the time the sun reached overhead, she regretted her initial silence for two reasons. First, she wanted to caution the fool that his commune with nature would be sorely regretted tonight.

Much as she didn’t want her cowboy Adonis to cover an inch of skin, he needed to protect himself from the merciless rays.

Decidedly more pressing, her bladder warned that shortly she would be forced to climb from her perch, revealing her presence. As she considered methods of getting away unseen, he stopped work. 

Thank God. Tensely, she watched him gather his shirt, hanging it around his neck like a towel while putting his equipment in his saddlebags. But, instead of leaving, he led his horse to the lopping gate and came through.

His actions were innocuous enough. He scratched his horse’s muzzle affectionately, murmuring words she couldn’t hear. 

Surprising her, he mounted and rode into the river, splashing water as he crossed to her side.

He sat on his mount just below the branch she occupied, close enough for her to see details of his features she’d only guessed at before—lined forehead, bushy brows, strong jaw hidden beneath dark whiskers, bump that marred an otherwise perfectly formed nose. 

He tilted his head, drawing a deep breath as if inhaling the perfume of morning.

“Lilacs,” he murmured, his approval delivered in a gravelly voice. His gaze skated over the clearing as if seeking the flowers. 

River hastily balled her wash cloth in her hand, trying to suppress the aroma of lilac as she peeked at the man so close she could count the sun lines radiating from the corners of his eyes.

His glance turned back to his morning’s accomplishment and his expression changed to a depreciating, lop-sided grin.

 “Take a long time at the rate we’re working,” he murmured.

His horse cocked his ears, snorting as if agreeing and the cowboy patted the beast’s withers in silent communication with the animal. 

River’s heart unexpectedly jumped in response to the smile, her mouth automatically mirroring the curve of his lips. Viewing the man’s easy manner while he thought himself unobserved, her wariness abated.

Before she could anticipate his intentions or call out a warning of her presence, he dismounted, ground-tied his horse, and dropped the shirt once again.

Pope was right. Hope springs eternal. The famous poet’s admonition flitted across her mind as she waited breathlessly for more possible revelations. The cowboy didn’t disappoint.

Swiftly, he unbuckled his gunbelt and removed the chaps he wore over his denims. Piece by piece he shed the rest of his clothes, discarding them all before reaching into his saddlebag and pulling out a sliver of soap and a drying cloth. 

Grasping her pencil, River leaned forward, almost falling from her hiding spot as she prepared to draw her first live nude subject.

She had studied Hellenic art, copying pictures of naked gods and men.

Hermes of Atalante, the Roman statue by Lysippus, remained her favorite. But the sun-kissed figure below eclipsed the one-dimensional depictions in her books.

Standing thigh deep with his back turned toward her and his shoulder muscles rippling, the cowboy reached low, scooping water to wet his face and chest.

The fiery red color of his shoulders and back contrasted with the pale skin on his rump and thighs. He bent to cup water and rinsed white soap from the dark tufts of hair sprouting from his armpits.

River stared at the taut muscles in his buttocks, a jagged scar ruining the contour of the left cheek. 

And then he turned around, displaying a form more magnificent than any pictures of sculpted perfections she’d studied. Her gaze roved across his body, greedily examining and cataloging the earthy reality.

He rubbed soap over his chest, swirling white lather around his nubs, pausing to squeeze the tips between finger and thumb. Rough laughter escaped him as his manhood bobbled in response.

River’s left hand lifted of its own accord, cupping the material covering her bosom. Though only plump in wishful dreams, she secretly considered the dusty areolas circling the sensitive tips pretty.

 She imagined him caressing her flesh, pinching her nipples as he had his own and a surge of need clawed at her belly.

She bit her bottom lip, concentrating as she detailed the heavy shoulder muscles, the sprinkling of dark chest hair, and the sharp hipbones framing the flat belly. Not even his navel escaped her feathered strokes that mimicked the fine hairs that circled it before arrowing toward his groin.

As she watched, the sun’s rays highlighted a line of water that trickled down from shoulder to chest and rolled over his flat stomach.

Glistening drops collected in the dark thatch surrounding his manhood. His penis appeared more robust than the hairless groins of the marble statues she’d studied in her books.

River swallowed, trying to quell her breathless fascination with his maleness. As though her scrutiny had caused the action, he fisted his hand around his shaft and stoked the flesh between his legs until it became engorged.

She wasn’t prepared and the erotic motion caught her unawares. The pencil she gripped snapped into two parts as a flood of heat scalded her insides. She stifled a moan and forced her gaze away from the intimate act and back to the harsh planes of his face.

Almost casually, he rinsed, walked out of the water to his pile of clothes, picked up his gun, and pointed it at the approximate place where she crouched in the tree. 

“Come down from there now or I’ll start shooting.”

River Prescott has everything she’s ever wanted – except perhaps a man. The unconventional ranch owning artist is very certain she doesn’t want a husband. But sometimes she can’t help wishing for a lover; especially after her new neighbor trespasses and she gets a full-frontal view of his assets.

Edge Grayson moves onto the rundown spread he’s inherited, expecting to stay aloof from nearby town business. But between local artist, River Prescott’s determination to seduce him and protecting her from a killer on the prowl, the ex-gunslinger is finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

First Ride Cowboy Collection FEATURING:

Forget Me Knot by Lori King~ Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova~Five brides for five brothers: at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford~A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain ~She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

Lazarus by Beth Williamson ~Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir ~Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget ~She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels ~Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun ~She left town to chase her dreams; he stayed and ignored his. Can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager ~A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan ~She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn ~Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell: becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen ~Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend.

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post ~A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver ~The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis ~He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York ~She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad ~From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

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Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you’ll never forget.

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Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain

She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is…if he can convince her to give an ol’ rodeo bum a chance.

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CROOKED E RANCH Series, ~SWEET AS CANDY~

Blurb:
Candace Marie Browne has been the head cook-hell, the only cook on the Crooked E ranch for the past three years. She’s come to care for the owner Mr. Everson like a second father and the ranch hands like brothers…all except one. Mason Edwards, foreman on the Crooked E ranch was as far from being a brother as a man could be. 

After walking in on her fiancé and her best friend going at it on her new furniture she needed a break from men altogether. So like any mature woman…Candace moved out of her hometown of Helena, Montana and picked up the first waitress job she could find in Butte and didn’t look back. That’s where Hank Everson found her a few months later and offered her the job on the E. Within a week she felt like she was home. 

Mason had noticed the beautiful redhead the moment she walked into the dining room at the E. But what really got him? Was when he saw the woman actually cringe at the dinner he had made. Every day since he’d noticed her even more. The long shiny auburn tresses, big brown puppy dog eyes, a body that was rounded in all the right areas. 

Oh yeah! He’d spent a lot of time thinking about his Candy Girl. Plus, the extra corn bread biscuits she snuck him every Friday after their weekly chili dinner didn’t hurt either. Yep, Mason had discovered Candace was…Sweet as Candy!

WARNING: This book contains numerous hot as hell cowboys, a Rottweiler who sees herself as a lapdog and a curvaceous woman who craves high-handed behavior in the bedroom from one former rodeo man.

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Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver

The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy’s heart.

Forget Me Knot by Lori King

Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova

Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford

A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn’t.

 

Lazarus by Beth Williamson

Being a Graham isn’t easy, and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget

She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager

A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan

She writes fantasy cowboys for a living…but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn

Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen

Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won’t mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post

A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad

From gunslinger to ranch owner. He’s finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis

He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York

She mistakes him for a stripper…he is happy to comply!

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Soon the Naked Cowboys will be gone

I’m sure many if you have heard Samhain is closing its doors the end of February. This has been a great home for me and my Naked Cowboys, but March 1 they will disappear from cyberspace. I have not yet decided where their new home will be yet so stay tuned for that. Meanwhile, here is a taste of Book #1, the story that started it all.

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SOMEONE WILL WIN THEIR CHOICE OF ANY NAKED COWBOY BOOK

Naked is nice. But Stark naked is definitely more fun…

Reenie Davenport learned the hard way that men are cheating, promotion-thieving poison. A month after making a fresh start in Texas, she looks forward to taking a breather at her old college friend Amy’s family ranch. Instead, she’s left breathless when Amy’s very drunk, very sexy, very naked brother lands at her feet. Even as she hardens her heart, a small part of her wishes that quickly tossed towel would shift…just a little.

When Matt Stark shows up at Reenie’s door to apologize, he can barely squeeze a word past her emotional barriers. Suddenly nothing else matters except convincing her not all men are clones of her ex. Sweet-talking her into lunch is only the beginning. stark-naked

One touch, and boom! Much to Reenie’s dismay, lunch ends in a hot, flaming dessert—in her bed. Shutting Matt out isn’t as easy as simply blowing out a match. Especially since this cowboy is equally determined to unlock her heart.

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They were sprawled in the family room watching a chick flick, working on their third round of the citrusy drinks, when Reenie heard the roar of a truck engine, the squeal of brakes and the slamming of a vehicle door. She looked at Amy, raised an eyebrow.

“Probably Matt. He’s not exactly a quiet driver. Although that’s a little noisier than usual.”

The front door opened, slammed shut, and boots clacked on the hardwood floor.

“Well, well.” The low drawl sent a shiver dancing along Reenie’s spine. “Amy, you didn’t tell me we were having company. I’d have come home a lot sooner.”

His words were slurred just a little, but Amy seemed to pick up on it right away. “She’s my company, not yours, hotshot.” She frowned. “And exactly how much have you had to drink?”

Reenie stared, the man’s lopsided grin making her stomach do funny flips as it had years ago.

“Just a few shots to toast our good fortune.”

“I hope the others aren’t as toasted as you are. And that you got drunk after the papers were signed.”

“Of course.” He winked at her. “And our fortune is really, really good, kiddo.”

“I know, but holy crap, Matt. You look like the tail end of a Friday night at Charlie’s Bar.”

“Hey, give me a little break here.” He staggered into the family room, stumbled slightly and leaned against the wall for support.

“Please tell me you didn’t drive home this way.” Anxiety washed over Amy’s face.

“At least give me credit for some brains. I called the bunkhouse and Andy Givens came and fetched me.” He chuckled. “Think I cut into his night life a little. He sure took off out of here like a bat out of hell.”

“I’ll send someone to pick up your car first thing in the morning.” Amy’s voice was tight with disapproval.

“Already covered. Someone will bring it home later tonight.”

Amy sighed. “I can’t believe you got this blitzed, Matt. This just isn’t like you.”

Reenie stared at the man and the sight was a punch to the gut. Every hormone in her body raced full tilt. She’d remembered him as being cute, but this? God, this was beyond cute. A surge of lust rolled through her, making her pulse kick way up and an insistent throbbing pounded between her thighs. No wonder he was a player. He probably had to hand out numbers.

Even in his present state he was sex on the hoof. Tall and lean, his tanned face was framed with thick black hair that at the moment fell in disarray over his forehead. His long legs were encased in dark slacks that kissed every muscle and the plaid western-style shirt was open at the throat, sleeves rolled up, revealing dark hair curling on his chest and dusting his skin. The Stetson on his head was tilted to the side.

She could practically see the electricity crackle in the air between them. And even in his drunken state, she knew Matt Stark felt it too. Saw it in the darkening of those almost black eyes lit by a hot spark of interest.

Holy shit! Does he remember me the way I remember him?

“Matt, this is Reenie Davenport, We—”

“Roomed together in college,” he finished for her, giving her a wink. “I definitely remember.”

Reenie shivered. His voice was a caress, like a tongue licking at her skin.

“Yes, and we’ve got time for all the pleasantries in the morning.” Amy’s voice held an edge of annoyance. “You look like you’re about to fall down and I can smell the booze from here.”

“Hey.” He tried for indignation but in his condition couldn’t quite pull it off. “We just had a few to celebrate the deal and then… You know.” He pushed off the wall, stumbled, groped for the wall again.

Reenie watched him, transfixed. She knew she should probably excuse herself and let Amy handle the problem but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man. California had more than its share of good-looking men, but pound for pound this man had more of a sexual presence than any she’d ever met. There was just something so…earthy about him.

No, no, no. Hang out a sign on him that says Trouble. You’re off men, remember?

“Jesus, Matt.” Amy’s disgust was evident. “Come on. I’ll get you to your room, and hope Reenie won’t hold it against me that my brother’s a drunken mess.”

She set her drink aside, pushed herself out of the big leather chair and hurried to her brother’s side. Dragging his arm over her shoulder she leaned into him, maneuvering him away from the wall and into a short hallway.

“Hey,” he slurred, “how ’bout having Reenie put me to bed.” He turned his head. “Whaddaya say, Reenie?”

Reenie just stared, unable to tear her eyes away from him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Amy had a firm grip on Matt now, dragging him down the hallway. “I’m sure Reenie would say if she’d known what a bum you are she might not have come out here to visit me.”

Reenie could hear the man muttering all the way to what she guessed was his bedroom. A door closed. After a long time it opened again—click, snick—then closed. Amy’s heels tapped on the hardwood as she hurried back to the family room.

“I don’t even know how to begin apologizing to you for this…this…fiasco,” she said, reaching for her drink and downing almost half of it. “Matt’s not usually like that. Or at least if he is I don’t see it.” She sighed. “I guess he’s entitled to blow off some steam now and then. I’m just embarrassed you had to see it.”

“Hey, no harm.” Reenie smiled. “Shit happens to all of us. Remember that night our junior year when we…”

And they were off on a trip down memory lane, laughing and giggling. Suddenly Amy’s eyes widened and her face turned white then red as she stared at something past Reenie’s shoulder. Reenie turned to look and nearly passed out. Leaning in the entryway to the short hall was Matt Stark. And he was completely, starkly naked.

 

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Chasing Away the Chill Amanda McIntyre

GRANDMA CLOCK /JELLYBEAN ARRIVAL: ‘8 WEEKS’ ETA

Is anyone else ready for Spring? This coming from a life-long Midwest girl who has seen her share of what Iowa winters can do. This up and down weather pattern is NOT conducive to my wardrobe planning! Some days, I just stay in my pj’s and work. If I’m ‘really’ ambitious I may don my Danskins and a T-shirt. Yes, I live like a hermit some days…just me and my imaginary book friends…pretty sure there is a T-shirt for that as well. It’s also a milestone birthday month for me *freak flag wave*(only those following Shrek movies will understand) and if you’re friends with me on Facebook (and why wouldn’t you be?) I hope you’ll pop over and enjoy my my “Minon-a-Day” quotes. Because who doesn’t need a good laugh these days, eh? Follow me on HERE on FACEBOOK! 

On to more FUN stuff!!…I AM excited to announce two books out this month for preorder! The first is a literary VALENTINE gift from me to you which I call, WHEN CANDY MET CUPID (yes, that is a subtle reference to When Harry Met Sally) but trust me the ooh’s and aah’s in this are real!

My inspiration—the question often asked of me—where do you find inspiration? I thought of all the poets, singers, writers, and various creative types and wondered the same…what would happen if suddenly the earth’s ‘romantic mojo’ began to wane?  Here is an overview;

am_whencandymetcupid_600x900-2Tucker’s celestial mission as one of Aphrodite’s Elite Cupid warriors is to rekindle the world’s dwindling romance mojo and restore its natural balance. He’s found the woman bearing the unique birthmark. Can he convince her of her destiny? Can he convince himself that one taste of Candy is enough?

Candy’s goal is to resist the wickedly gorgeous Cupid disguised in a pleasing cowboy form, and not make twice the mistake of giving into his charms. Despite how her body hums when he’s near, or the fact her birthmark heats when he smiles. If this delicious cowboy is truly Cupid, how can she risk having her heart broken again—even if the world’s romantic quotient is at an all-time low?

A quick, sexy, fun read that answers the question…what does the music of Motown have to with rekindling the world’s romantic mojo?

Yours, with love, February 14  DIGITAL preorder today .99 at AMAZON 

NEXT…a series I’m delighted to be a part of called MAGNOLIAS AND MOONSHINE. This correlated series was created expressly to celebrate the city of Atlanta and includes the stories of the twenty host authors of the Magnolias & Moonshine event happening at the RT Booklover’s convention in Atlanta, Ga. in April 2017.

My offering, GEORGIA ON MY MIND is a crossover novella to End of the Line, Montana, my Montana-set smalltown series related to the Kinnison Legacy and Last Hope Ranch series! This story features the high school history teacher/football coach who hasn’t been back to his hometown of Atlanta for years…here’s an overview:

magnoliasandmoonshine-amandamcintyre-200x300-2Can time heal all wounds?

It’s been years since rancher/teacher, Justin Reed, an End of the Line transplant from Atlanta, Georgia has set foot in the city he fled. But with a class reunion and the goal to ease tensions with his twin brother, he must now face the woman who once broke his heart—but has never left his thoughts!

Life had not always been kind to Georgia Langley, until she met and fell head over heels in love with quiet Justin Reed. They say you never forget your “first love” and despite the circumstances that forced her to make a tough decision, he’s never really moved completely out of her heart!

GEORGIA ON MY MIND (An End of the Line novella) Magnolias & Moonshine #7

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Until next time, I hope these books will help bring some warmth to the winter chill!

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HOT COMBAT by Elle James (aka Myla Jackson)

hot-combat-coverLoaned to the task force taking on the most dangerous Homeland Security challenges, injured SEAL Jon “Ghost” Caspar is assigned to protect a former lover and her daughter…and prevent an imminent terrorist attack on his Wyoming hometown.

Single mom Charlie McClain hoped she’d never again see the gorgeous cowboy who broke her heart, but with her safety compromised, she needs Ghost. Can she still resist his rugged charms…and keep a bombshell secret about their affair?

With a terrorist on the loose, Ghost struggles to remain professional. But the elite bodyguard can’t guard his heart against beautiful Charlie and her adorable daughter…

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Special Guest: Maggie Chase + Jeweled Ladies Giveaway!

Hi everyone! Sarah here, still in a food coma from the Big Game. Every year, we host a small party with some friends, where there’s usually about eight people in my living room and food for thirty in the dining room. We like to host the Big Game party because it’s the only reason to clean the house this time of year. Not that the clean kitchen will last, because we’re about to embark on a massive kitchen remodel and there’s going to be dust EVERYWHERE. But it’s nice while it lasts.

Last month’s winner was Misty Dawn! Congratulations, Misty Dawn! You get a cute pair of earrings and the print book of your choice! Email me at message AT sarahmanderson . com to collect your prize!

Okay, I’ve got something new for everyone today–an interview with a new author! Maggie Chase reached out to me about the launch of her brand-new series, The Jeweled Ladies, because she thought it’d be a good fit for the W&W readers–plus she’s bringing prizes! So here’s my interview with Maggie!

SMA: Hi, Maggie. Welcome to the Wild and Wicked blog! Tell us a little about yourself.

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Author Maggie Chase

MC: Hi, Sarah! I’m Maggie Chase–wife, mom, crafter (crochet, beadwork, and drawing), reader and writer.

SMA: Now, Maggie Chase is a pen name, correct?

MC: Yes. I chose to write the Jeweled Ladies under a pen name because the subject matter–not so much the historical western part, but the erotically-charged stories–would be a huge shock to my regular readers. Huge. I decided to keep a line between, say, the story about the gay mayor, his bi assistant and the soiled dove who loves them both and my other, sweeter stories. There won’t be any crossover!

SMA: So, tell us about the Jeweled Ladies. They sound sexy!

MC: The Jeweled Ladies is a connected series all based in a brothel in Brimstone Texas (just north of real-life Fort Worth) in the years following the Civil War. All of the heroines are prostitutes who work at the Jeweled Ladies, the most famous brothel west of the Mississippi! The Jeweled Ladies is owned by Mistress, a mysterious madam with a hidden agenda. Every lady of the night there has given up her name and past to become a Jewel–Topaz Gold, Emerald Green, Ebony White, Sapphire Bleu, etc. The five stories are sex-worker positive, inclusive and diverse, just like America was (and is).

 

SMA: Wow, that’s a lot! Why post-Civil War as a time period?

 

MC: As a student of history and a voracious reader of historical romance, that time period fascinates me because the social order was being rewritten–or attempted, anyway–and a lot of the old rules were changing. But when you read romances set during that time, they almost always feature the angelic southern belle (who might have freed her slaves, but those characters always stick around because they’re so devoted to the woman who once owned them) and the Yankee solider who is taken in by her (very white) beauty.

I’m so tired of those stories. Anyone who owned slaves is not a heroine/hero to me and I felt there were so many stories that could be told about people who were on the right side of history. So this series started from that point–that abolitionists are just as worthy of romantic love as spoiled, misguided southern belles. 🙂

I also wanted to write stories where, to put it bluntly, sex workers were people in their own right instead of victims or casualties waiting to happen (the dead hooker phenomenon has launched many a plot!). (Fun fact: the word hooker to describe sex workers was coined during the Civil War to describe the prostitutes who followed Gen. Hooker’s camps around. They were Hooker’s Women, which became hookers.) I didn’t want soiled doves who were victims. I wanted to write strong, sexually proud women making their own choices. Mistress, the owner of the Jeweled Ladies, is the most powerful woman in Texas.

SMA: That all sounds a little heavy. Are the stories serious?

MC: Well, they don’t turn away from the realities of the time. His Topaz, the opening novella, features a Civil War vet whose wife died in childbirth and he was wounded in battle. Their Emerald–the gay mayor, bi assistant and prostitute who loves them both–they all get their happy ending together, but the mayor is never able to be out. Her Ebony, which is interracial F/F, Ebony is a former slave. His Sapphire, which is the May/December romance with the experienced sub who trains the reluctant Dom, explores the limits of the law during the time period and His Crown Jewel is a reunion romance featuring an interracial couple who can’t get married.

 

Although it all *sounds* serious, that’s just the background. The stories are primarily about finding satisfaction and happiness within the limits. So the gay mayor has to marry his favorite soiled dove to hide his sexual orientation, but the bi assistant forms a third in their marriage. They still get their happily ever after (VERY happily!) and everyone wins behind closed doors. Ebony, the former slave, not only falls in love with the schoolmarm, but gets to own her own shop and be her own woman instead of someone else’s property. Everyone deserves a happy ending and that’s what these stories are about–finding that happiness within the system.

SMA: So these stories are erotica?

MC: They’re definitely sexually charged, explicit stories. After all, all the heroines are ladies of the night! His Sapphire, especially, stands out for me. The hero is the judge and he’s a Dom. But he doesn’t know how to properly dominate so the sub, Sapphire, trains him. Which is not usually how Dom/sub stories go. I really enjoyed flipping it around and exploring the sexually charged lessons. Whew!

SMA: Do you have a favorite?

MC: Their Emerald was the first story I wrote in the series, s0 it holds a special place in my heart. I wanted something sexy and sensual and I didn’t want that southern belle angel. I didn’t find a lot of what I wanted, at least not set in America, so I wrote what I wanted to see.

I really just had the one story at first, but Mistress, the madam, just kept popping up. Who was she? Why did she run this brothel? What was her hidden agenda? The more I wrote, the bigger she became, overshadowing everything else. So I also love her story His Crown Jewel because she finally gets the happy ending she’s waited her whole life for. The epilogue to her story makes me cry every single time.

SMA: Where are the stories available?

MC: Currently, the whole series is available on Amazon exclusively. They’re free to Kindle Unlimited readers!

SMA: Do you have more books planned in the series?

MC: I do, but my other books with my other pen name take precedence right now. So the Jeweled Ladies will be on the back burner for the summer. Hopefully, when I have free time to work on all the lovely ladies (and gentlemen!) of the Jeweled Ladies, I’ll have a great series arc to tie all the stories together.

SMA: How can readers find you?

MC: Here’s where I’m online: Website: www.maggiechase.com

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SMA: Any excerpts you’d like to share? I usually have an exclusive excerpt for the W&W readers! And what’s your giveaway?

MC: I’m giving away a kindle copy of His Topaz as well as a copy of Their Emerald to randomly drawn commentators. Just answer the following question: What time period do you like to read about most? Winners will be notified and you’ll post them on your next blog, right?

SMA: Absolutely! Thanks for stopping by today, Maggie. Good luck with the Jeweled Ladies!

MC: Thanks so much for having me. *waves at Wild and Wicked readers* Great to ‘meet’ you all! Enjoy the excerpt!

Excerpt from His Topaz:

histopazfinalamzShe came to her knees. He stared as the water dripped off her nipples and her body responded. Her nipples tightened as she spread her thighs to straddle his legs. Then she applied herself to washing his arms. “Like this,” she murmured as his cock nestled against her sex. She shifted her hips but didn’t stop lathering up his body. “Do you like this?”

He exhaled hard, staring down at where her breasts were pressed against his chest. “I…my wife,” he said, his hips flexing ever-so-slightly, dragging his cock along the folds of her sex. Little sparks of pleasure tingled over her sex at the movement. “I loved her.”

She recognized these thoughts—guilt. Mistress had said some men knew they were sinning and it weighed heavily upon them and it was Millie’s job to absolve them of their guilt. “I can tell you did. She must have been a wonderful woman,” she added as she washed his other arm.

“She never let me see her. We married and then I went to war and then I came back and I loved her,” he repeated. “But I never got to watch her undress or keep the lamp lit so I could watch her face, her…her body.”

Never? She tried to untangle what he’d said. She knew now many men liked to watch sex acts—their own and others.

It had been wrong and dirty and yet, there’d been something deeply arousing about watching a man’s cock slide into a woman’s mouth or pussy.

Pressure built low in her body and she shifted her hips again, sending another round of sparks chasing over her skin. “And you could not watch her body taking yours in, then?” She reached down between their bodies and brushed the tip of his cock with her fingertips where it jutted out from her thatch of curls. “You could not see this thick cock of yours sliding into and out of her?”

Matthew moaned, a quiet noise deep in the back of his throat and his hands came down on her hips, holding her still. “Miss Gold—tell me your name.”

She blinked at him. They were forbidden from giving a gentleman their real names because their pasts did not exist. That rule, Mistress had made clear, was iron-clad. “You know my name.”

Then, because it looked like he wanted to argue with her and for once—finally—she was aroused and curious and hopeful that sex was more than it’d been with Logan or Sterling, she kissed him. She cupped his face in her hands and brought her lips down over his and shifted her hips in time with the stroke of her tongue against his mouth and he groaned again, a deep noise in the back of his throat that burned through her like a wildfire.

There was a part of her that was worried about this, about not being good enough or about the pain. But then, she’d never felt this level of anticipation before. Her body was flushed and heavy feeling and, as she wound her arms around Matthew’s neck and pressed against his chest, she put those concerns aside.

She wasn’t in bed with Logan or Sterling. She was in a bath with Matthew and that made all the difference.

Their mouths met again and again. His callused fingers dug into her hips and then one hand drifted up to cup her breast. She moaned against his lips as his grip tightened, her nipple pointed under his touch.

She was supposed to be here for him but suddenly, she wanted more than a quick fuck and a few dollars.

His mouth moved lower, covering her neck with kisses that made her writhe against him. “I want to watch,” he murmured against the swell of her breast. “I want to see everything I do to you.”

“Yes,” she hissed, arching her back so he could capture her breast with his lips. She gasped as his mouth closed around her sensitive flesh and he began to suckle her. “Oh, Matthew.”

His hair was wiry and short, but she still laced her fingers into it and held him to her. Pleasure shot from where his lips worked her down to her sex and ricocheted back up from where his cock rubbed against her in lazy circles.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured as he turned his attentions to her other breast.

“And you’re so handsome,” she told him. He tilted his head back, his brow quirked with doubt. “You are,” she repeated, dragging her breasts against his chest. The dark hair there was just as rough as the hair on his head and it felt deliciously sinful against her aching nipples. “I want you.”

Doubt was replaced with relief—she’d said the right thing. “Bed?”

She nodded and pushed herself away from him. When she stood, the water sheeted down her body and he stared up at her with naked desire. “Real pretty,” he said again, sitting forward to trace her legs with his hands.

She held still for the exploration, concentrating on the sensations he unleashed upon her. The air was cooler than the water—and him—and her skin prickled. She shivered but she wasn’t sure if it was the chill in the air or the way he was staring at her body.

Because he was looking his fill. His touch reached the top of her thighs and then he hesitated.

“Go on,” she said breathlessly. She spread her legs so he could study her sex. “Please touch me, Matthew.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice little more than a growl. Then his fingers were against her, spreading the folds of her sex. “Goldie…”

She smiled at the name. True, Topaz didn’t exactly lend itself to being cried out in the throes of passion. “Look at you,” she said, balancing carefully to nudge his cock with her foot.

He sucked in a breath, but his gaze never left her. “So pink,” he murmured and then, finally, he did touch her. His fingers slid over her slit and up to the little button of pleasure that Mistress had located for Millie. “So perfect.”

She braced herself, giving him better access and watching him watch her. “I like it when you touch me like that,” she told him as his fingers stroked over her flesh. Mistress had told her she would have to exaggerate or occasionally lie outright to convince a man she enjoyed his attentions, but this?

This was not an exaggeration. Or a lie. Matthew’s careful strokes woke her body up from what felt like a long, dark sleep. This was passion—the passion she’d hoped to find in her marriage bed. Passion that led to children, to happiness.

No, no—she’d been warned about this. She was not to confuse lust and desire with love. That was the way to heartbreak for a whore.

Book Blurbs:

The Jeweled Ladies Complete Boxed Set ISBN: 978-1-941097-25-0

His Topaz (The Jeweled Ladies #1) ISBN: 978-1-941097-20-5

A widowed Civil War veteran, Matthew Hawkins doesn’t know what to expect from a night at the Jeweled Ladies. All he wants is one night to feel like a man again. But when he’s paired with Miss Topaz Gold, he’s stunned by how deeply she makes him feel.

Former mail-order bride Millie Townsend came to the Jeweled Ladies and gave up her name because she thought it was the key to her salvation after her husband died. It doesn’t take long to realize she isn’t Topaz Gold. She only wants to be a wife and mother, not a whore. But when Matthew offers to take her away from the Jeweled Ladies, will Millie be allowed to leave?

Their Emerald (The Jeweled Ladies #2) ISBN: 978-1-941097-21-2

The mayor of Brimstone, Raymond Dupree, has a secret—he’s in love with his assistant, Hank O’Shea. The only person who knows the truth is Miss Emerald Green, the second-most famous Jewel in Texas. Raymond spends one night a week not with Miss Green but with Emmy, his closest confidant. She treasures her friendship with Raymond and although she wishes he could love her fully, she’s content. But when Hank kisses Raymond, everything changes.

The risk of their forbidden love is too great and Hank decides Raymond has to marry Emmy. But Emmy can’t give up her sexuality and she won’t cuckold Raymond. But will Hank’s proposal—Raymond and Emmy share him—be the solution to their problem?

Her Ebony (The Jeweled Ladies #3) ISBN: 978-1-941097-22-9

Prickly and difficult, spinster schoolmarm Minerva Krenshaw hides behind her shabby dresses and sad bonnet. She’s used to being invisible—until Miss Ebony White catches her eye.

Abigail Whithall escaped an abusive apprenticeship and is saving all her money from working at the Jeweled Ladies for her own dress shop. But more than the latest styles, she needs respectability—and to learn how to read. She offers to sew new clothes for the most respectable Minerva in exchange for reading lessons. But their lessons go far beyond letters. Will Minerva give in to the passion Ebony promises—or will she go back on her word?

His Sapphire (The Jeweled Ladies #4) ISBN: 978-1-941097-23-6

Judge Gerard Hobson believes Brimstone is his but the town refuses to bend to his will. Now someone’s spreading rumors that he murdered a whore. He’s lost control of his life. And although he’s never visited a brothel before, he finds himself in the Jeweled Ladies, making the acquaintance of Miss Sapphire Bleu in a desperate bid to hold onto his sanity.

As Sapphire, Sadie knows the judge’s type. He longs to be in control—and she longs to surrender it. But Gerard is afraid of hurting her—and more afraid of what he might become if he gives into his desires. Can Sadie show him there’s nothing to fear from a little pain?

His Crown Jewel (The Jeweled Ladies #5) ISBN: 978-1-941097-24-3

As the notorious madam Mistress, Emily Weatherspoon has spent years gathering secrets, wielding power and satisfying other people’s urges. Although she’s been richly rewarded, she’s never forgotten her first love—Cyrus Franklin, the former slave who suddenly appeared in Brimstone.

Cyrus never thought he’d see Emily again—and certainly not as a madam. But when their paths cross again, he’s not going to let the only woman he’s ever loved get away from him. But someone’s out to destroy Cyrus and, as Mistress, Emily has the power to keep him safe. When she tries to send Cyrus away, will he go or will he fight for her?

 

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