Sidda Lee Rain

I was just in Daytona Beach, Florida for Coastal Magic. My first time attending this convention. I figured Florida in February? You do know I’m from Minnesota, right? Of course I’ll go.

Sadly, I seemed to bring some cooler weather with me. It stayed in the late fifties most of the time I was there. Go figure. But, what a view. A gorgeous sandy beach, waves I sat and listened to off of my hotel balcony, beautiful.IMG_1921

I enjoyed meeting some new-to-me readers and fellow authors I’d yet to make acquaintance with and many I’ve met previously over the last few years. It’s always like summer camp. Seeing people I consider friends once again.

The other day I released #3 in my Casual Curves Series Lust, Leather and Love and I’m just about to wrap up #4 Kismet Kisses so it will be ready for St. Patrick’s Day. I’ve enjoyed writing these holiday shorts. They’re fun, quirky and I’m enjoying the freedom at the keys quite honestly.

Here’s a small excerpt from Lust, Leather and Love

“About these socks—”

“Don’t even go there. Nothing feels as good as my fuzzy socks. Nothing.”

“May I?” I ask.

She nods.

Pulling one of the red furry things from her feet, I start massaging her foot, making her forget all about those ugly ass socks. “Nothing feels as good as your fuzzy socks?”

“This feels pretty good—hey, don’t stop!”

Holding up my hands, I tease. “Only pretty good?”

“Okay, it feels better than my fuzzy socks—just don’t stop.”

We sit like this until the credits start to roll. Neither of us has said a word for over thirty minutes and it’s not awkward; it doesn’t feel strange at all. It’s oddly comfortable.

For a minute, I thought Blaze had fallen asleep until her voice breaks the silence. “Richie?” She sounds sleepy, raspy, and so damn sexy.

“Yeah?” My own voice is hoarse.

“Why are you here?”

I think of lying, making up some excuse, but I’m done playing when it comes to the redhead at my side. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. Help if I could.”

“Really?”

Yeah, really. Like you wouldn’t believe.

“Well, that and spend some time with you.”

I shouldn’t get my hopes up or look for something that might not even be there, but I can’t help it. It’s probably not fair, and I have her at a bit of a disadvantage, but I don’t care. The woman is so strong. She’s independent and proud, and I have the urge to drop to my knees and do whatever will please her, which might also be my imagination hard at work. I’m drawn to women who have a strong mind paired with a strong hand, and if I was a betting man, I’d put money Blaze is exactly that.

Her words then appease my racing thoughts. “I’m glad you’re here.”

All it took was those four words to ease my worries. We both know I shouldn’t be here. I’m her employer, and she’s the woman who has made my business run smooth as a freshly greased ball joint. I—we could both be risking so much. Well, she wouldn’t be. Whatever happens between us? Her job is safe. That is if she doesn’t hand in her resignation. It’s a chance I’m willing to take because I really think we could be something.

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Now you can listen to my very sexy cowboys!

Yup. That’s right. Several of my books have now debited in audio and I am so excited. One of the first ones out is one of my very favorites…Soul Dreams. I mean what’s sexier than a reclusive cowboy and a woman with a barely mended heart, right? He hides away from her and she’s willing to do anything to finally get to meet him. And oh, lordy, the narrator did such a fabulous job capturing the two of them.

Leave me a comment. One lucky person will win their choice of audio or ebook of Soul Dreams.

Soul Dreams

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

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

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

 

Soul Dreams

~Excerpt~

Before she realized it, he tilted her to face him, one arm around her, the other hand cupping her chin. He pressed his lips against hers, a butterfly touch, so feather light it was barely there. She didn’t pull away, and the pressure increased. And when her arms came up to wrap around him, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue.

He kissed one corner of her mouth then the other before murmuring, “Let me in. Please.”

It was the dream all over again, except this time she could actually taste him, and he was delicious. She opened her mouth to let his tongue sweep inside, and she offered him her own. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss she’d ever had or the most aggressive, but it certainly was the most possessive. As if he was somehow claiming ownership. And she had no desire to push him away.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, as smooth to the touch as his beard, and held his head to hers while he gently plundered her mouth. His tongue lit fires every place he touched, the heat flowing down through her body and making her muscles clench with desire. This was at once the most erotic and the most emotional kiss she’d ever shared, and she never wanted it to stop. It was only lack of oxygen that made them break the contact at last. She didn’t try to move away, hoping he’d take it as a sign not to let go. They sat there for a long moment, arms wrapped around each other, her head against his shoulder.

“I dreamed about kissing you like this.”

The words were whispered so faintly at first Nina wasn’t sure she heard correctly. “You did?”

“Uh huh. A lot.” He gently nipped her ear lobe. “About tasting you, inhaling your scent. Touching you everywhere. Do you dream that way?”

She squeezed her thighs together against the sudden hunger beating through her, her voice unsteady when she answered him. “Yes. Yes, I do.” She stroked his beard again. “Blake? Won’t you please take off the blindfold so I can see you?”

His muscles tightened for a moment then relaxed. “No. I can’t. Not yet. Please don’t ask me.” His laugh was forced. “Let’s keep this a fantasy for the time being, okay?”

“All right.” His words sounded so desperate, how could she say no?

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STRAIGHT TO THE HEART by Amanda McIntyre

Hi all, Amanda McIntyre here!  Well, that most auspicious of days celebrating romance is nearly upon us. I’m talking, of course, about Valentine’s Day and weather you are celebrating book boyfriends or love that lasts a lifetime—I’ve got you covered!

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First though, a quick peek at the brand new logo created by Original Syn (Syneca Featherstone graphics) for my spin-off of the Kinnison Legacy trilogy–Last Hope Ranch series. Welcome back to End of the Line, Montana!  First book in the series, NO STRINGS ATTACHED is slated for April 2016 and features Sally Anderson and Clay Saunders story!

If you’re a Facebook fan, be sure to mark Wednesday to join a number of authors for the “I LOVE MY BOOK BOYFRIEND!” event!  We ALL have them—those guys we read about in stories that cause heart flutters, shudders, and just make us smile or swoon! Having one or more book boyfriends (*waving hand Guilty!) such a condition is defined as “Fictophilia.”(see defintion below)

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With excerpts, cover reveals, prizes–hello, and hunkalicious guys—it’s bound to be

great fun to get you through Hump Day! Want to join the fun? Find out how here:  www.facebook.com/AmandaMcIntyreAuthorFanPage

Speaking of book boyfriends…And just the read to add to your Fav romantic TBR pile!

I am proud to once again offer  TIRNAN ‘OGE, the beautiful and poignant tale of a man who dedicates his life to the love of one woman–a Sighoge faery, upon whose very existence relies on his belief in her world! Tirnan ‘Oge is known in Gaelic lore as the “land of perpetual youth.”

Set in Ireland over a decade in the life of Roan McNamara, it features his encounter with a beautiful faery and his dedication to the passion of documenting the folk tales and stories of his precious homeland. It will make you believe that true love never dies.

Previously published as a duet, it has been in the “vault” and like the stories of old, there are just those that bear repeating.

I hope you enjoy Roan & Feeorin’s story.AM_TirnanOge_Kindle_200x300

I’ve also added a brand new tale, LET’S GET IT ON (or how the earths romance mojo is rekindled!)  This  light-hearted, sexy bonus read begs the question–what does a cupid warrior of Aphrodite and a human woman bearing a strange birthmark have in common? Only saving the world from the utter Romantic inspirational ruin! A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do! Enjoy!

Pre Order today/releases February 12, 2016

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*Print available February 14, 2016

I hope your February is filled with new book boyfriends and fabulous stories to make you smile and sigh.

Until next time,

Blessings & Cowboy dreams!

Amanda

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Football & His Forever Family by Sarah M. Anderson

Happy Super Sunday! First off, congratulations to Mary Lawson, who won an ARC of His Forever Family from last month’s blog! Mary, send your format preference to message@sarahmanderson.com!SarahMAndersonhires

I love football. I always have. My mother raised us to be very involved with sports–as spectators. God knows I didn’t have the athletic grace or aptitude to actually *do* sporty things. But I’m from St. Louis where the Cardinals (baseball) is a religion and the Blues (hockey) is a cult. I’m old enough (sigh) to remember when the St. Louis Cardinals football team left us for Arizona. It’s hard to root for the Arizona Cardinals, even to this day.

I have a few funny traditions about football. I MUST watch the players run out of the tunnel and onto the field. I’m spookily accurate about predicting who the winners will be based off of that. I remember (coincidentally) the only time when the St. Louis Rams (alas, no more) won the Super Bowl back in 1999. I was living in Ohio, going to grad school–but it was a big deal and my mom called me long distance (yes, that was still a thing back then) to ask me who would win and I said it was too close to tell. And the Rams
won by stopping a touchdown something like six inches from the end zone as time expired. WAY TOO CLOSE TO TELL. :)

Every year now, we have a little party with our oldest friends. It’s mostly a good excuse to clean the house and eat snacks while hanging out with people we like. We watch the commercials and slowly sip our one allotted alcoholic beverage for the week–getting old is hell. But I still watch the players run out!

I’ll give one copy of Falling For Her Fake Fiance (in which the hero, Ethan Logan, used to play linebacker) to a lucky commenter who tells me about your Super Sunday traditions!

Now onto the books! I have a special surprise for you guys–an exclusive cover reveal for One Rodeo Season (gasp! A Cowboy book!) that will be out this May! Here’s the blurb:

When his past collides with her present, only true love can survive the wild ride…One Rodeo Season FINAL 

Bullfighter Ian Tall Chief is determined to get off the reservation and onto the pro circuit. After a wild youth, and some big mistakes, he’s found his focus. The only person who can break his concentration? Lacy Evans, owner of the Straight Arrow Ranch.

But the beautiful cowgirl is dealing with problems of her own. She’s running the ranch alone, after her parents’ deaths. The macho rodeo world is not ready for a female stock contractor. And she’s discovered her parents were keeping secrets from her—ones that rock the very foundation of her identity. Can she trust Ian to be the good man he claims to be?

And here’s the links! 
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I also have a book out this week! His Forever Family, featuring a hot billionaire, a heroine tortured by her past and an adorable baby. Here’s the blurb:

Found: one baby…and the boss’s future bride? 

Tiny and helpless—the abandoned newborn that venture capitalist Marcus Warren finds during a morning run takes him by surprise. So does the sudden longing for his capable assistant, Liberty Reese, who reveals her tender side with the baby.

But Liberty must resist her gorgeous boss’s advances. Her secrets could destroy his trust, her career and the chance to care for the foster child they are both coming to love. Even so, she can’t deny the heat between them—or the fear that her past will end their chance to create a forever family.

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Here’s an exclusive9780373734382.indd excerpt!

Liberty was only vaguely aware that they were moving through a room that contained tables and chairs. Instead, she was more focused on how Marcus’s hands snaked down her hips and how he was pulling her skirt up. “Wait,” she said and the moment the word left her mouth, he froze.

“Wait?” In that moment when he stopped, she fell a whole lot more in love with him. It wasn’t an act. He wasn’t telling her how special, how important she was just to get her in bed. He really did want her and he really did want to do right by her.

“Don’t pull it up,” she told him. She didn’t want a boring khaki skirt bunched up around her middle. Nothing sexy about that. In her fantasies, he stripped her bare. “Just take it off.”

“Woman,” he growled, relief flooding his face. Whereas he’d been slow and gentle with her shirt and her bra, he jerked at the button at the top of her skirt with an almost savage force.

He didn’t even get the zipper the whole way down before he was pushing at the skirt, sliding it over her hips. The fabric hit the ground with a dull whump and Liberty took a mental second to thank the laundry gods that she’d put on a cute pair of undies today, white with little pink flowers printed on them and an edge of lace all the way around.

“Office,” he said, jerking his head at a doorway.

“Mmm,” she hummed, pulling him up and working at the buttons on his shirt. Which was not easy, as she was walking backward and he was sliding his fingertips under the leg bands of her panties and kissing her neck. She managed to get the top two undone before she gave up and jerked the shirt over his head.

“Look at you,” she whispered, running her hands over Marcus’s bare chest. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed about this?” She rubbed her thumbs over his flat nipples.

He shuddered into her touch. “I didn’t want to be that boss,” he said, pivoting her to the left this time. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

This was going to hurt, in the end. Not the sex so much—although it might—but falling into bed with Marcus would, in the long run, be bad for both of them.

But not falling into bed with him right now? That wasn’t even an option. “Then don’t hurt me,” she told him, trying to unbutton his pants.

“Bedroom,” he grunted, picking her up. “Bed.” The next thing she knew, Marcus was laying her out on a massive bed with crisp white sheets.

Liberty fell back, surrendering herself to the plush softness of his bed and the hard muscles of his body. She touched him everywhere, but it wasn’t enough—he still had his pants on. “I like your bedroom. Nice place.”

“Better with you in it.” Liberty got the button on his pants undone but when she went for his zipper, her hands brushing his massive bulge, he sucked in breath and grabbed her hands. “Slow down, babe. Let me just…”

He pinned her hands to the bed and kneed between her legs. “Let me learn you,” he murmured, leaning down and sucking on her nipple.

“Oh, Marcus,” she moaned as he kissed and sucked at her. In all the times she’d thought about this, she’d never taken into consideration the wet warmth of his mouth. All that light and heat that flowed around her focused on where his mouth touched her, and her nipple went hard under his attention.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed as his mouth closed over her other nipple, pulling and tugging until she was writhing on the mattress. Yes.”

“You taste so good,” he said as his mouth moved lower. He let go of her hands and slid his palms down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her panties. “I want to taste all of you.”

He pulled and her panties came off. She was nude before him. She’d have thought that she might feel nervous or self-conscious about this—being naked, having Marcus look at her with that lust in his eyes. But she wasn’t.

A strange pressure was building up inside her, like lightning getting ready to strike. She shimmied against the bed when Marcus put his hand over her heart and let his fingertips drift over her midsection. “I’m going to touch you here,” he said as his hand moved lower.

“You better,” she replied, impressed at how confident she managed to make that sound. He was in no hurry, though, and the anticipation was killing her. She fisted her hands in the sheets.

“Impatient? That’s not like you, Ms. Reese,” he said with a confident grin.

“I just want to do—” She gasped as his fingers stroked over her sex. “I just want to do a good job, Mr. Warren,” she managed to say through clenched teeth as he started to rub her.

“Oh, I have no doubts that you’ll do an excellent job, Ms. Reese. You always take care of everything I need, don’t you?” His other hand came up between her legs and touched her opening, but he didn’t stop rubbing.

“I want to be good for you,” she whispered, unable to look away from where he was touching her.

“You are,” he said, his voice ragged with need. “So let me be good for you.”

One of his fingers slid into her.

“Oh.” She sucked in air as he moved inside her and rubbed outside her. “Oh, Marcus.”

“That’s it, babe,” he said, his own breathing coming in hard, fast bursts. “Open up for me.”

Then he leaned down and his mouth replaced the finger rubbing against her and he was licking her and stroking into her, and everything about her tightened down until a wave of electricity spiked through her and her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She’d touched herself, but those little pops of release had nothing on the way Marcus had effortlessly brought her to orgasm.

Marcus knew it, too. He looked up from between her legs and stared at her. She was powerless to do anything but stare back as her muscles pulsed around his fingers. “Ms. Reese,” he said, but that was as far as he got because Liberty had grabbed hold of his face and hauled him up to her mouth.

This was what she’d guarded herself from for so long—this feeling of his weight pressing her back against the mattress, the feel of his mouth on hers, the sound of her name on his lips.

She was his now. She’d always been his.

But now?

Now he knew it, too.

WHEW! I always save the best excerpts for you guys. :)

So, remember! Tell my about your football traditions to be entered to win a copy of Falling For His Fake Fiance! And try not to eat *too* many snacks, okay? :)

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Conference season begins by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here! Happy February! I think we all have that sensation of time flying past at a clip that makes us dizzy. It feels to me as though the older I get, the faster time moves. O_o

The calendar tells me it’s February, which means conference season has officially begun! There are many different book conferences to choose from, local, regional, national, large, small and medium. Currently I plan to attend 2 conferences, which may or may not change as the year moves forward.

First up for me is a brand new regional conference in Charlotte called When the Heart Dreams. I’m super excited to attend and there will be wonderful representation from the romance community with Madeline Hunter, Katharine Ashe, Jacquelyn Frank and Beverly Jenkins! I’ll be in Charlotte today (February 5) and tomorrow (February 6) at the Renaissance Charlotte Southpark. Hope to see some of you there!

The other conference I’m attending is the RT Booklovers convention in Vegas. Woohoo! This year I’ll be doing so many fun things and connecting with readers including my now (in)famous Cowboy Corral. You can find my whole agenda here. Joining me in Sin City will be my husband. Yes, you finally get to meet the man who’s owned my heart for more than 31 years! :)

Which conferences are you attending? Share!

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HELL ON HEELS E-BOOK WINNERS!

giphy Hell on Heels***The contest is now closed!***

I’ve decided to give all seven people who commented on yesterday’s post an e-book copy of HELL ON HEELS!

THE WINNERS ARE: Clare, Debby, Shy, Doveknoll, RonnieC, Cherylanne, and Cynthia.  Please email me at victoria.vane@hotmail.com to claim your book!

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Wrangling the Urban Cowboy by Victoria Vane

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Although I have written a number of contemporary westerns, my hero Ty Morgan in HELL ON HEELS and TWO TO WRANGLE is a departure from my more traditional cowboys. Ty is a flawed character. He’s a divorced playboy who loves woman—but only in single serving sizes. He also has an alcohol problem that he’s mostly overcome.  He’s got a smart mouth and talks a lot of smack about his ex-wife, but deep down takes responsibility for the failed marriage. He has countless “friends” but doesn’t let anyone get too close, with the exception of Oklahoma billionaire, Tom Brandt, his father’s business partner who took Ty under his wing after Ty’s father’s tragic death. After following too closely in his father’s footsteps, Ty leaves the world of professional rodeo to manage Tom’s Las Vegas hotel. The Hotel means everything to Ty. It’s his family and his future but Ty knows its days are numbered.

Little does Ty know that his fight will be with Tom’s invest-banker daughter, Monica Brandt. Monica has arrived in Vegas to take care of her father, which also includes taking control of his assets. She is fiercely protective of Tom, the only person who’s ever cared about her, and doesn’t trust Ty. But Tom and Ty share a dream that down-to-earth Monica can’t understand. Monica only wants to protect her father and his business interests from the cowboy she doesn’t or trust.

EXCERPT: HELL ON HEELS (Hotel Rodeo #1)  

Ty left Tom’s, or rather Monica’s, office feeling like a loaded gun. He couldn’t even recall the last time he’d had a case of blue balls—probably nigh on twenty years. Although he knew any number of women who’d be more than willing to take care of his problem, a couple of them even in the hotel, it might be best to just take matters into his own hand. Deciding that option was the safest one, he headed down the hall toward the owner’s suite.

The elevator dinged as he passed, the doors opening to a pair of shapely legs. His gaze tracked appreciatively upward over generous feminine curves until it finally rested on Cassie Alexander’s familiar face. She was a voluptuous brunette with big, brown, bedroom eyes. She liked dirty talk and noisy sex. She also happened to be on his short list of women who’d be happy to solve his problem. He was quick to stomp that dangerous thought.

“Ty!” she gushed with a bright smile. “I was hoping to catch you. You didn’t answer my text. I’ve been waiting in the lobby for over thirty minutes. Did another meeting run late?”

He whipped out his phone to discover the last message he’d thought was from Monica was actually Cassie. Shit. He’d forgotten the appointment he’d made with her right after his fateful lunch with Tom. The stroke had immediately followed the phone call, and he hadn’t thought of it, or her, since.

Her smile wavered. “You didn’t forget about me, did you?”

Shit. He’d done exactly that. “Ah, hell. I’m sorry, Cassie. I’ve been real preoccupied. There’s some unexpected complications that came up.” He laid a hand on her arm. “I apologize that I didn’t think to call you—”

“It’s no problem, Ty. Really. These things happen. But if it would ease your conscience, I’ll let you make it up to me with dinner. How about we talk about it over the rib eye at Carnevino? They claim it’s the best in town.” She glanced beyond his shoulder and her eyes widened. “Or did you already have other plans?”

Ty didn’t have to turn around to know it was Monica, but he did anyway. She swept a quick gaze over Cassie. He’d seen that look a dozen times before, a woman assessing the threat of another woman. She might claim their relationship was pure business, but under it all she was still a woman. And women always tried to stake a claim to any man they got sexually involved with. He might have been amused by the hint of jealousy in her eyes if he hadn’t found himself in the middle of what could easily become a messy situation. It’d be best to handle it up front before it became something ugly and festering.

“Excuse me, Ms. Brandt, there’s someone here you should meet.”

“Oh?” She approached with a pasted-on smile.

He made the introduction. “This is Cassie Alexander of Adams & Alexander Architects. She’s one of the up-and-coming architectural designers in Las Vegas. Cassie, this is Monica Brandt, the new CEO of Brandt Morgan Entertainment.”

Cassie’s brows lifted. “But isn’t Tom—”

“My father recently suffered a stroke,” Monica volunteered.

“I’m so sorry,” Cassie offered sympathetically. “How is he doing?”

“Not well, I’m afraid, which puts me in charge of his business affairs for the foreseeable future.”

“I see.” Cassie nodded. “If that’s the case, perhaps you’d like to join Ty and me for dinner. We were going to review some conceptual sketches I made for the new hotel.”

“I’d really hate for either of us to waste your time, Cassie.” She slanted a pointed gaze at Ty. “The renovation project has been shelved. There’s a strong possibility I’ll be selling this property.”

“Oh.” Cassie looked to Ty as if seeking confirmation.

Ty cleared his throat with a forced smile. “There’s still a possibility of moving forward. But I’ll have to make a few calls about lining up some investors.”

“So the project isn’t completely dead?” Cassie asked.

“Not completely,” Monica interjected, “but I wouldn’t advise you to hold your breath waiting for a contract.”

“Right, then. I quite understand.” Cassie collected her drawings. “Another time then, Ty?”

“Sure, Cassie,” he replied, tight-lipped and silently cursing Monica for making him look like an ass. “I’ll call you.”

“Great,” Cassie replied. “I’ll look forward to that. It was nice meeting you, Ms. Brandt. Let me know if you’d like to do lunch one day. Ty has my number.”

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Monica replied as Cassie headed back toward the elevator.

Ty waited until the doors closed before he spoke. “Resentful, Ms. Brandt?”

“What do you mean?”

“Afraid I’d get what you didn’t?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You didn’t want me seeing her.” He jammed the express elevator button, annoyed as hell that Monica had purposely sabotaged the dinner date. He had no doubt it was intentional, and by God, he’d make her pay.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped. “I’d never be so petty. Besides, I’m the one who called it off, remember?”

Whether she wanted to admit it yet or not, their almost encounter counted. Maybe it was even worse because they’d left the personal side of their business unfinished.

“Yeah, I remember all right, but something tells me we need to revisit the situation we left unresolved in your office.”

“I assure you there isn’t any situation.”

“You’re a bad liar, Monica. If you’ve changed your mind, just say so. We don’t have to go far. It’s a hotel, after all.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. I just explained to her how things are, which you should have already done.”

“I would have—over dinner—but you didn’t give me the chance.”

“You should thank me that I saved you the trouble.” She smiled smugly. “And her the disappointment.”

“I don’t ever disappoint a lady, Ms. Brandt. It’s a point of honor.”

“You mean ego.”

He shrugged. “You’re splitting hairs. The motive doesn’t matter as long as she’s satisfied.”

“So you did have designs on her,” she accused.

“I’m not the one who issued the dinner invitation. Maybe she had designs on me.”

“You really do think a lot of yourself, don’t you, cowboy?” she snorted. “It takes more than a big dick to please a woman.”

Her mention of size was very telling. She still wanted him, all right.

“It sure doesn’t hurt,” he chuckled. “But for the record, sweetheart, I’ve never had any complaints about my hands or my mouth either, and I’d be mighty glad to prove it to you.”

The elevator doors opened. He pulled her inside.

“Lobby, please.”

He punched the button.

Monica braced herself against the far wall, watching him warily as if she anticipated him making a move on her. “What makes you think I’m interested in finding out?”

She could fake it all she liked, but the air around her still vibrated with unresolved sexual tension. Leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest, Ty let his gaze slide over her. She’d put herself back together. Mostly, anyhow. Her hair was still a bit mussed, and the wrinkles in her clothes remained. He liked that look on her—maybe a bit too much. He wondered if she’d put her panties back on.

Their gazes met, then hers flickered downward, lingering far too long on his crotch. Her flush confirmed that she was thinking exactly like he was thinking. Even as pissed off as he was, he was having a damned hard time keeping his hands to himself. For the next twenty seconds he let his imagination run wild. They were back in the office. She was splayed out on the desk again, but this time he was buried to the hilt in her. The elevator dinged, ending his fantasy.

“Did you want to get off now, Ms. Brandt? Or maybe you’d like to stay and let me take care of that for you?”

“Thanks for the offer, cowboy, but I’m quite able to take care of myself.”

Fuck. That was one image he didn’t need. As if on command, his dick stirred back to life. His balls still ached something fierce, and nothing but release was going to bring him any relief.

She exited the elevator with a wordless smirk.

They may have called a truce, but the war was far from over.

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HELL ON HEELS (HOTEL RODEO #1) by VICTORIA VANE 

hell-on-heels-300x250-AdBibPLACE YOUR BET…The Hotel Rodeo in Las Vegas has seen better days, but managing partner Ty Morgan has come up with a way to return it to its former glory. His plan looks promising until the unthinkable happens. Suddenly Ty is working for the boss’s daughter. And Miss Monica Brandt, hot as she may be, doesn’t share his vision…

ROLL THE DICE...She left a fabulous career and a frustrated fiancé in New York to move to Vegas and save her father’s investment. But now Monica is locking horns with a sexy cowboy-turned-businessman. What does Ty think he can do that she can’t? All Monica knows is that she doesn’t dare trust him—or is it herself she doesn’t trust…

AND WIN…The battle lines are drawn. The stakes are high.  And the attraction can’t be denied—especially the more closely Ty and Monica have to work together. Some odds are just meant to be played, and with chemistry this electric, it may be time to grab life by the horns… BUY LINKS:  AmazonB&NGoogle PlayKobo 

Ty and Monica’s story continues in TWO TO WRANGLE coming  February 15th

TWO TO WRANGLE (HOTEL RODEO #2) BY VICTORIA VANE

 Two to Wrangle 1A COUNTRY BOY…Maybe having a hot and heavy affair with the boss’s daughter wasn’t the smartest move. But Ty Morgan didn’t regret a moment with city girl Monica Brandt…until she left Las Vegas to return to her life in New York.  When devastating news sends her running back, Ty can’t help but open his arms.  His heart, however, is another matter.

AND A CITY GIRL…Now that Ty has what he’s always wanted—controlling interest in Hotel Rodeo—Monica is certain their time together is at an end—until Ty asks her to come on board as a partner.  Maybe it’s just her money he needs, but the chance to stick close to the sexy wrangler sure could make work a whole lot more interesting.

GET READY TO TANGO.. Their partnership doesn’t come without a heap of problems. The two can’t agree on anything—except their iron-hot attraction.  As the hotel’s grand opening approaches, the truth is all too clear: Ty and Monica must find a way to mix business with pleasure if they have any shot at dancing off into the sunset together…

TWO TO WRANGLE EXCERPT 

“Do you have some kind of wrap or shawl you could wear with that dress?” Ty asked, wanting a moment to set things straight for the intruding asshole. “You might get cold later in such a little bitty dress.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll look for something,” Monica replied.

“Sure thing, Sugar.”

Evan scowled at the pet name.

Both men watched her departing ass. Hot damn that dress was about to give him a heart attack. “You’d best stop looking at her like that. And I better never see your hands on her again either,” Ty murmured with a smile.

“She’s way out of your league, cowboy.”

“Is she now?” Ty remarked, stretching his smile.

“Are you actually implying she dumped me for you?” Evan asked with a snort.

“Apparently she knows a good thing when she see’s it. You didn’t.” Ty shrugged. “Guess that means I win. You lose.”

“Who says the game’s over?” Evan replied. “I never lose, cowboy. I’ve got more money and more influence than you could ever imagine. I always get what I want.”

“Is that right, Evan?” Monica stood in the doorway, wrap around her shoulders and bag in hand. “Did I just interrupt some kind of pissing contest? If so, I can end it now.” She looked from one man to the other, and then added with a smile, “For the record, Evan, Ty’s is bigger.”

***

“You’re welcome, Ty,” Monica replied tightly as they exited the hotel.

“I know you meant well, but that was emasculating as hell.”

“For you or for him?” she asked with a laugh. “You came out the clear winner.”

“That’s not the point. I didn’t want or need your interference, Monica,” he grumbled. “I can handle arrogant assholes like that. Been doing it my whole life.”

“So what did you expect me to do? Stand there and let him insult you? The way you two were eyeballing each other, I was beginning to think I might see some blood.”

“I doubt it would have come to that,” he said.

“So it was all just ridiculous male posturing?”

“Pretty much,” he confessed.

“He really does have more money and influence than you, Ty,” Monica said. “He made Forbes Top 100 mogul list just last year. There’s no way you could ever top him in anything related to business, but you are in fact much better endowed. That shut him right down, didn’t it?”

“Sure did. He may never get it up again.” He signaled the limo. “I miss my damned truck.”

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Cowboys Say The Darnedest Things by Renee Vincent

cowboy wisdomWriting cowboy romance requires a certain amount of research. Authors must portray their characters in a true fashion when it comes to dialect, accent, mannerisms, and behavior, else the reader won’t believe what they’re reading. For instance, rugged cowboys would never be caught using stiffly formal and proper speech out on the range, and they’d certainly never be seen having “tea time” with their fellow herders.

However that’s not to say cowboys aren’t gentlemen. In fact, as romance readers we expect our western heroes to mind their manners, to be respectful, and, above all, remain honorable. We want hunky cowboys who open doors for women, remove their hats when entering an establishment or home, and speak with a certain down-home charm that makes a woman feel special.

While we love our cowboy heroes who know how to woo us with their words, sometimes (in an effort to represent the very essence of the west) these spur-sportin’, horse-ridin’, hard-workin’ men in boots say the darnedest things.

In researching for my own cowboy series (the Mavericks of Meeteetse) I’ve come across some dandy sayings that paint a vivid picture, and embody the true spirit of the wild west. I hope you enjoy!

63190-img_20150904_161908_300pxSayings I’ve Said Before (since I’m a horse rider & farm girl myself):

  • Always drink upstream from the herd.
  • Don’t squat with your spurs on.
  • A cowboy is a man with guts and a horse.
  • When in doubt, let your horse do the thinkin’.
  • The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back into your pocket.
  • If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

Cowboy Sayings Worth Sharing:

  • Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back.
  • The only good reason to ride a bull is to meet a nurse.
  • I took to the life of a cowboy like a horse takes to oats.
  • When you’re throwin’ your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.
  • Don’t dig for water under the outhouse.
  • Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or a fool from any direction.
  • If you get thrown from a horse, you have to get up and get back on, unless you landed on a cactus; then you have to roll around and scream in pain.
  • There never was a horse that couldn’t be rode; Never was a cowboy who couldn’t be throwed.

“Courage is being scared to death – and saddling up anyway.” —John Wayne


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“Fans of Vivian Arend and Cora Seton will love Renee Vincent…her sexy Mavericks will steal your heart!” —USA Today bestselling author Shelly Thacker
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Bitten on the boob-Rhonda Lee Carver

By Rhonda Lee Carver

I wish I could bring you good news and tell you that I was bitten on the boob by one of my Cowboys of Nirvana, but sadly that is not the case.

One morning I woke up and had a tingling, burning sensation on my right breast. I looked and found a red spot. At first, it wasn’t very big. And then it grew and started hurting. I looked closer and I could see the puncture wound in the center. I had been bitten by a spider–an effing eight legged bastard. You see, I don’t kill spiders. I’ve always caught them and released them outside. Everyone around me said, “Once you’re bitten, you’ll kill the son-of-a-guns.” They were right.

The trouble doesn’t end there.

I ended up breaking out in hives, which eventually sent me to the doctor. Apparently, I’m sensitive. I’m also very angry because two weeks later and I still have a mark on my skin and if glancing, you’d think it’s a third nipple–a very small third nipple, but still…

So, why am I telling you this? It does have a happy ending. While on the exam table with the doc’s hand on my boob, the nurse tells me that she’s read all of my books. Her favorite is the Nirvana Series. Amazing! She also asked for my autograph. Even more amazing! What’s better? She reads excerpts from the books to her husband.  At this, the doc, who’d been concentrating, chuckled. I love when things like this happen.

Well, you’re here for the cowboys, right? I aim to please.

Have you read any of my Nirvana cowboys yet? Here’s what a few reviewers had to say about Book 3, Smoke. Fire. Cowboy…

“this is by far my favorite in the series!!! I feel so bad for Sofie……to have her husband do what he did to her in the beginning of this book, terrible!!! but she was strong and stood up for herself and moved on with dignity!
when she moves to the nirvana ranch. she just wanted to get away. and at first she thot she longed for Chase. but thay dosent go as she’d hoped. she ends up chatting with the last person she thought she would, Jared. he’s a ranch hand at Nirvana. he is also a known womanizer! Jared grew up with not a perfect life and dosent tend to open up to anyone or stay in places long! but when these two get together it is out of this world hot!!!! Jared knows what Sofie needs, and if she could just get him to open up! They have to sneak around to continue their secret love affair, but when someone catches on and then something terrible happens, Jared blames himself, and decides it’s time to move on, leaving Sofie behind, and little does he know, Sofie has a secret of her own.”

and…

“Smoke, Fire, Cowboy is a wonderful read. Rhonda’s Nirvana series has been a sizzling hot adventure into the world of cowboys and sultry vixens. I love the way she develops her characters, and the narrative descriptions are such that you feel you can look out over the beautiful views as if you were really there. In this installment of her series, it’s Jared and Sofie’s story, hot from the very beginning, full of sexy moments and a good share of plot twists that keeps the reader engaged. It’s hard to put a book down when you care what may happen to the main characters on the next page. I recommend this title, as well as the rest of Rhonda Lee Carver’s books! She is a wonderful author!”

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Blurb:

Welcome to Nirvana—your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Cowboy Paradise (Book 1) Ben and Cara
Ropin’ Trouble (Book 2) Chase and Kaycee
Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Book 3) Jared and Sofie

A cowboy can always dream that a woman like Sofie Drake would turn his way, but from the second she came to work at Nirvana Ranch she’s treated Jared like spoiled milk. His reputation as a rebel and a womanizer doesn’t weigh in his favor, but he never really cared what people thought of him, until Sofie. Wanting her is enough to make a man go crazy. One night she shows up with a wine bottle and a lonely heart, and Jared is more than willing to help a lady out. What would any other red-blooded man do?

Yet, with the sweet comes the sour.

One night with Sofie leaves Jared hungry for more, but when he learns that she’s in love with the boss things might come to a skidding halt. This suddenly becomes a wicked triangle entwined with secrets, surprises and a sultry love affair.

Excerpt:

“Is it true you have a bull tattoo on your bottom and that each woman you’ve—,” she cleared her throat delicately, “you know, you get a slash on the bull’s bicep for each woman you’ve slept with?”

“I didn’t see you as the sort who participated in rumors, sweetheart.”

“How about the tattoo?” she asked.

“There’s only one way for you to find out.” He kept his gaze glued to hers. “Can you handle it?”

She was mute for the longest time, long enough that he thought she’d pull away, but then she saucily flipped her hair over one shoulder and turned her chin in a determined tilt. “I can handle it.”

His cock twitched. “I bet you can.” He stood, gazes still locked, the color of her skin turning brighter as he undid the buckle. The metal loosened and clanked loudly. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled the leather strap out from the loops, his cock growing harder. This would probably be the closest he’d ever get to undressing in Sofie’s presence. He placed the belt on the table and it slipped into her lap. She gripped the worn leather in her hands, her knuckles turning white, yet she kept her curious gaze on him. Her lovely mouth slightly parted and the tip of her tongue slid across the seam. My God, she’s beautiful.  He swallowed against the constriction in his throat, willing his body to stay in control. He hadn’t been this close to coming in his jeans since high school.

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Happy January by Marie Tuhart

The first month of the 2016 is almost over.

If any of you were in the path of the blizzard, I hope you’re all well and warm. I can’t believe how much snow there was.  Here in Western Washington we’ve been getting nothing but rain.  We did have some snow, but barely an inch and it doesn’t stay long.

It’s been a busy month for me.  I’ve been working on revising a book for my editor, I finally got it done after adding another 5,000 words to it and sent it off to her.

I also had a book release, Melt My Heart was released on Jan. 20th.  I’m thrilled and happy to be part of the Candy Hearts Romance series from The Wild Rose Press.  There was 40 of us authors who wrote books.  So my month has been filled with promotion for all of us.

If you’re interested we’re having a Facebook party on Feb. 11th, here’s the link https://www.facebook.com/events/1033929749981933/permalink/1035031496538425/ or you can click here.  There will be lots of authors and prizes.  Also if you visit my blog any time until 2/14 The Wild Rose Press is giving away a Kindle, just scroll to the bottom of my blog and you’ll see how to enter.

Below is a little bit about my book Melt My heart, but before I do that, I thought you might enjoy something different this month.  This is my little dog, Penny.  This is what she thought about all the rain we had this month.

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She was not happy with all the wet weather.

Here’s my book:

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In order to submit she needs a special touch

Blurb:

Veterinarian Lexi Mallory wants to submit to the sexy new Dom from the club, but trauma from her past keeps getting in the way. It’s a good thing Gabriel Huntington has a special way with difficult subs and sees the gorgeous Lexi as a delicious challenge. Unfortunately, Lexi fears her inability to relinquish control will finally test Garbriel’s patience and he’ll end their contract. Can Lexi lower her barriers and allow Gabriel’s touch to melt her heart?

Excerpt:

Gabriel stood. “I’m not going to walk away, Lexi.” He stepped over to her. “I’m in it for the long run.” He gathered her into his arms.

Lexi gazed up at his handsome features. Then he lowered his head. His lips were firm, but gentle. Oh, they’d kissed before, but something was different about this one. His tongue traced her lips before she parted them and his tongue dived in.

Her arms went around his neck, her fingers tangled in his soft hair. He tasted like tea, and she sighed into his mouth. One hand grasped the back of her neck, holding her still as he plundered her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers. He took complete and total control, and it didn’t bother her like she thought it would.

When he broke the kiss, she was hot and her panties moist.

Gabriel gazed down at her with passion in his eyes. “That was just a taste of what I can give you, if you allow it.” He withdrew his arms from around her waist.

“Oh shit,” she whispered, before forcing her hands from his hair. She picked up her purse and fled. Did she just let the tiger out? Or did she willingly walk into the tiger’s cage?

Melt My Heart is available at:

The Wild Rose Press http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/wildcatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=182&products_id=1084

Amazon  http://www.amazon.com/Melt-Heart-Candy-Hearts-Romance-ebook/dp/B019VMICFM

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