Happy Monday by Marie Tuhart

Happy Monday!!

Wow, I can’t believe we’re almost half way through the year.

I’ve been keeping busy with writing and also fighting the heat.  Here in Western Washington mother nature decided to throw us one heck of a curve ball.  We had the mildest winter as far as snow pack.  Because there was so little snow pack, Eastern Washington is in a drought.

The summer decided to descend early – way early and with lots of heat.  Yep.  We’ve broke heat records already and will probably break more.  And I keep asking myself why I didn’t have air conditioning put in my house when I had the chance.

I don’t mind warm but when it gets hot it makes it hard for me to concentrate let alone function.  But somehow I’m surviving along with my puppy, Penny.

And with the time passing it means I’m that much closer to football season.  I love football and can’t wait for the pre-season to start.

Here’s a little eye candy to make you smile:

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BY SABLE HUNTER – – Cowboys and firemen are both special breeds of men. Sexy. Strong. Put them together and what do you have? A hot-as-hell hero, one that will make you burn! 12-Alarm Cowboys is a boxset which includes a dozen smoking hot stories of cowboys who also brave the flames to come to the aid of those in need. These all new novels are penned by twelve New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors. For 99 cents, this is a steal of a deal. My contribution to this sizzling collection is called TEXAS WILDFIRE and here’s the cover.


I chose to set my story near to where I live, but I wanted some place special… and different. Compared to where I was born and raised, Austin is big-city living for me. I’m a small town girl and as I told you all in a recent blog I wrote about my friend, Jerry, the fire department that I used to help with was all volunteer. So, when I was hunting a locale to set my book, I decided to head west into the more rural part of the Hill Country and I found the perfect place – the Devil’s Backbone. It sits between Wimberley and Blanco and is just the kind of setting I like. It’s rugged, scenic and mysterious. This is how it looks.


There’s a serpentine ridge of the Balcones Fault which has reared its head up from the surrounding limestone, creating a high rocky spine that is graced on every side by tree-covered hills and valleys. Canyon Lake, the Blanco River and the Guadalupe cut through, dotting the landscape with vibrant blue. The trees are juniper and scrub oak, giving the area a particularly wild appearance. Not too many weeks ago, there was a devastating flash flood which crashed through, causing the Blanco River to rise 40 feet in just hours, sweeping homes away and uprooting trees, downing bridges and bringing devastation and destruction to many. I decided to write that into the opening scenes of my book, showing how the first responders were called upon to help their community. This area is also known for its wildfires, fueled by heat and drought, they can be sustained and heightened by the dry grass and the sap from the evergreen cedars and junipers which can be as flammable as turpentine. Not too many years ago, there was an outbreak of wildfires in the area, so what I’ve written is not only possible – but probable.

Another amazing thing about the Devil’s Backbone I discovered accidentally. One of my favorite movies was called that – the Devil’s Backbone – and it was a ghost story set in Spain during WWII about the orphans and the death of one of them and how he haunted the place. One day while browsing on Netflix, I saw the title, The Devil’s Backbone, and I clicked on it. What I found was not what I expected. This movie was called The Devil’s Backbone – Texas. I was intrigued and then amazed. The area they were talking about was at my backdoor, about thirty miles to the west. The story behind the movie, which was filmed in the same vein as The Blair Witch Project, was about this man and his family who were researching the death of their father, Bert Wall. Of course it was fictionalized to a degree, but Bert Wall was a real person from Wimberley who bought land there after divorcing his wife. It was sad. But the really intriguing part was that he wrote ghost stories about the Devil’s Backbone and these stories were not penned as fiction, but told as fact. The movie was a retelling of some of them and the family going back to the house and finding out there was something to the tales. I won’t spoil it for you. I don’t think it got great reviews, but it was low budget and fascinated me because it was filmed locally and introduced me to a whole new set of paranormal stories I could investigate to include in my books – which I did.

There’s the tale of a ghostly herd of horses whose hoof beats come right upon you in the dark, but there’s nothing there. There’s the story of a ghostly Confederate army brigade, still riding through the mists in search of the war. Pioneers and Indians have been seen – all in all, it was a SABLE HUNTER paradise, I tell you! TEXAS WILDFIRE isn’t a paranormal story, not by any means, but I did add a few tales for flavor and for atmosphere and because it makes me happy, I guess.

The main theme of Texas Wildfire is a man who loves a woman unconditionally. He longs for her, he lives for her, he dreams of her. The only problem is that she’s married to someone else – in this case, his Captain in the VFD. One day, Titan (look at that cover, look at those arms – isn’t that a perfect name? – ha!) finds out that Makenna is being abused by her husband – and all hell breaks loose. The story is their journey to one another and how they have to battle this man who not only abuses his wife but the trust his community has placed in him. Our hero saves the day – of course, but he battles hatred, unfairness and even her fears along with the hellish flames of the Wildfire.

I’ve woven hot sex into the story, as always. I do that to make me happy as well as you. This boxset is up for preorder right now. It will be for sale in early August, the 11th, I think. The authors who are with me are all fantastic. I am the least of these and it is an honor to be included.

I think you’ll like Titan, he’s my kind of man – powerful, gentle, loving and oh so damn lickable.

I haven’t held a contest in a while, so let’s do that. Comment and tell me which of my books is your favorite and if you’ve never read one – tell me that too. I’ll pick a random commenter to give a copy of my latest – YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND. If you’ve already read it, you can tell me so when you contact me – – be sure to watch the post on the 16th of July to find out who won.


Here’s a scene, a sexy one, for your reading pleasure from TEXAS WILDFIRE  – – don’t forget how the collection looks – its up for preorder on amazon –


Makenna could see the charred undergrowth. How could they fight such a big fire? On the way, she’d heard Titan put out the call for area help and as soon as they were parked, she could hear more sirens in the distance. The sound made her feel better, she wanted every precaution taken. Putting out the fire was important, but the safety of the firefighters was paramount also.

“You stay here, well out of the way,” Titan warned her, unrolling the hose. She gave him a smile, fully intending to follow his edict. There was a difference between orders given out of love and those given out of a need for control.

Climbing on the truck so she could see, Makenna watched their progress. The men used a combination of water and foam to fight the fire. Maverick climbed aboard the dozer and used the plow attachment to dig a ditch around the perimeter so the flames couldn’t advance. Even from the distance she stood, Makenna could feel the heat and her heart clenched knowing those men were right on top of it. She always worried about them, but being here and watching made her realize she’d never really understood what they went through to battle fires. When the mutual aid trucks arrived from neighboring communities, Makenna breathed a sigh of relief.

To help, she kept water ready, running to carry it to any man who neared. Keeping them hydrated was necessary and the least she could do. Whenever possible her eye was on Titan. The fire was fueled by rising winds and drought dried grass. Part of her wondered why they just didn’t plow the barrier and let it burn itself out, but she’d heard them discuss things like this at the meetings. People’s homes and properties were endangered, wildlife and nature were at risk. Controlled burns were one thing, but this was not that – this grass fire was dangerous and out-of-control.

At one point, things were looking up…until a call was received. There was another fire, a similar one about five miles south. Now, their resources had to be split.

Feeling helpless, Makenna watched the brave men fight, then go on to fight some more. She watched Titan like a hawk, nervous that fatigue would jeopardize his safety. After hours of heat, smoke and back-breaking labor, he was going to be dead on his feet. And all she could do was watch and worry.

When it was all over, the sun was down and the moon had risen. Fire had ate up the day and several dozen acres. The Fire Marshal was on the scene with Titan trying to determine the cause of the fires. They located the origin of the blaze but any evidence of how it was ignited had been destroyed. One thing was certain, however. The fires weren’t natural – someone or something had started them.


Makenna was glad she was with Titan. He was big and he was strong, but even he had limits. To think he might have had to go home alone, if she hadn’t been there with him was almost unthinkable. Once they were back at Skyview, Makenna pampered him. She fed him and after he showered, she tended minor burns and scrapes. And then she took him to bed. He was exhausted, but at least he was safe. So, she held him tight until morning broke.


Titan was restless. Tossing and turning, he seemed to fight the flames even in his sleep. Makenna watched over him. For most of the night, she kept her hand on him, wanting the connection as much for herself as for him. She felt no need to abandon the bed for the floor, rather she served as his guardian angel while he slept. Before dawn she dropped off, only to awaken with her head resting on his outstretched arm.

Studying his face, Makenna felt an overwhelming tenderness. He was such a good man. He groaned, bending one leg and shifting his body. When he did, she saw that he was erect. Awareness tingled through her pussy. He was big…bigger than…

Makenna refused to finish the thought.

Titan would never hurt her.

Yes, she was nervous. Sex for her had always been something to dread, just an act not a celebration. She never expected pleasure and usually received pain, for there had been no arousal and no affection. But this…this was something else entirely. Just lying next to Titan had her breasts throbbing, her nipples were pebbled so tight they ached. Makenna wanted him to the depth and breadth of her soul. She’d survived life with Damien by escaping in her mind to be with this man.

And here she was in the bed with him, wasting time by being afraid.

How silly was that?

Edging over next to him, she lightly placed her hand on his chest and waited. He didn’t move, he was still sound asleep. “Cowgirl up, Makenna, you can do this. You’ve rehearsed it a million times in your dreams,” she whispered to herself. Strategizing her moves, she eased over and touched her lips to his broad chest, sprinkling butterfly kisses over his skin. Her hand slid gently south, tracing his abs. Encountering the sheet, she slipped her fingers beneath it and tentatively continued her downward approach. Radiant waves of arousal surged through her body, making her clit swell and her skin flush with heat.

Would he welcome her? Every indication he’d given her told her he would.

Soft touch. Tender lips. His cock straining to greet the caresses that were coming so close to where he craved them to be. At first Titan thought this was another of his dreams about her. But when he opened his eyes, it was to find her kissing him, touching him – Makenna was making love to him.

Maybe if she hadn’t been so into what she was doing, his swift intake of breath and the tensing of his muscles might have clued Makenna into the fact that Titan was wide-awake and fully engaged. But she was busy with open-mouthed kisses on one flat male nipple and her fingertips brushing the very tip of his hungry cock.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Whoa! Her head jerked up, her hand jerked back and a surprised look came over her face like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh, hi.”

Titan was thrilled. He wanted her so much, he’d been afraid he would let his desire override his restraint. Erring on the side of caution was preferable than making her uncomfortable. But now…now she was about to…take matters into her own hands.  “Please don’t stop.”

The almost desperate expression on his face obliterated any hesitancy she might have had. Sharing a bed with someone she didn’t fear was fun. “You have morning wood.”

Her slightly naughty comment took him by surprise. “I’m in bed with the sexiest woman in the world. Of course, I’m hard.” He ran his fingers through her hair, loving the freedom to touch her. “What should we do about it?”

“I was taught waste not, want not.” With a mischievous grin, she answered matter-of-factly, her questing fingers inching a few millimeters lower.

Jerking back the sheet and shucking his shorts, Titan invited her to do what she willed. “Far be it from me to contribute to an erection shortage.”

Makenna gasped. “There’s nothing short about your erection.” Quickly her eyes darted back to his, needing to remember who she was with.

Seeing her apprehension, Titan came over her, sheltering her body with his own. “You know I’d never hurt you. Never.” Cupping her face, he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to fear me. What you can expect from me is not pain, but pleasure.”

“I know.” She could feel the length of him pressing against her hip.

“You’re made for me. Never doubt it. You’ll fit me like a glove.” Makenna was holding him tightly, her palm flat on his pec, her fingers flexing and kneading like a little cat. Titan dropped his mouth to hers and claimed the kiss he’d been dying for.

“Titan, I want…” She gave herself over to him, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and taste her sweetness.

He was wound so tight, he had to fight to keep from revving the kiss up, but he knew she needed and deserved his patience. So for now, Makenna was in charge. Whatever she wanted, she’d get. They’d only go as far or as fast as she wanted to go. “What do you want, baby? Soon I’m going to take you in every way imaginable and you’re going to love every one of them. But for now, I just long to make you happy.”

“I want to touch you.”

Her breathy request almost made his heart stop. “Please do – however, wherever…”

When she pushed on his chest to get him back in a prone position, he followed her every direction. “Lie down and let me make you feel good.”

“I’m a ladies’ first kind of guy,” Titan protested.

“This is easier for me,” she whispered. “Let me do this for you.” Lying beside him with her head on his shoulder, her left leg hooked over his, the delicate weight of her body felt like heaven. She took him in hand, all nine inches and began to stroke up and down, and all he could do was close his eyes and enjoy.

At first, she kissed his neck and his chest while she fisted his manhood. Titan wasn’t still, every muscle was reacting to the hand-job she so willingly gave him. His breathing quickened, his heart hammered, and within the grasp of her palm, his cock swelled. Soon, she had to watch, needing to see how he looked as she jacked him off.

It was an incredible sight. He was so thick, she couldn’t reach all the way around. And he was hard as steel, yet the skin stretched over all of that rock-hard flesh was as soft as velvet. Makenna was amazed at the life she held in her grasp. He was so powerful, so commanding – yet here she held all of that primal maleness in the palm of her hand. Titan was totally at her mercy, open, unguarded and she wanted to be worthy of that trust. Between her legs, her sex throbbed and she could no more keep from pushing her hot core against his leg than she could stop breathing.

“Makenna, baby,” Titan moaned, feeling his hips buck helplessly.

He sought her lips and she kissed him, then decided it was time she kissed him somewhere else. With one last sweet layering of her mouth over his, she rose, and with the seductive look of Eve on her face, she went down on him.

Taking it slow, she licked her way down to his groin. Titan held his breath as she brushed her lips just above the base of his dick. Every cell in his body was begging for her, Titan was insane with need and anticipation. The moment Makenna’s lips circled the tip of his cock, his whole body tightened with ecstasy. Her eyes darted to his, seeming to seek approval. Titan gave it to her. “So good, your mouth is so sweet.” If he lived to be a hundred, he’d never take this for granted. Mesmerized, he ran his fingers through her hair as she took him deeper in a warm wet slide, the suction of her sexy lips was so much better than he’d dreamed. Reality was always better, he guessed. Dreams were only necessary when you couldn’t have the real thing.

And the real thing in this case was fuckin unbelievable.

Each time she bobbed her head, his hips lifted unwilling to give up paradise. She was kneeling between his legs, her fingers clutching his thighs as she drew him in, the tip nudging the back of her throat. Even at that, she couldn’t take him all. But that didn’t keep her from trying.

“So sweet, suck me baby.” Makenna’s eyes closed as she breathed through her nose, swallowing. Titan hissed when he felt her throat muscles kissing his shaft. This was the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever known. She let her lips glide back up again, licking every inch.  “Makenna, my Makenna.” He had to touch her, his hands sought to connect, rubbing her neck and shoulders.

With every bit of strength he had, Titan held still, letting her give to him. This was her gift. There was little doubt how difficult it must’ve been for Makenna to initiate this. And that fact made it all the sweeter for him. He savored the knowledge, letting his body bask in the pleasure. As she sucked and licked, he ached to have her. Titan touched every bit of her he could reach from the side of her neck to the delicate line of her collarbone. Beneath the soft material of the T-shirt, he could see her breasts sway and he lusted for them, wanting to mold and suck his fill. “Makenna, I need you.”

She heard him, for she acknowledged his words with a locking of their eyes. But she didn’t know he meant that he needed to hold her, fill her, please her. Instead, she tried to give more – sucking, licking, moving her hands to grasp his shaft and rub his balls. Titan could feel his orgasm building as she slid her mouth up and down his cock, her tongue teasing the underside. “Fuck, baby, fuck,” he groaned as his climax boiled up, exploding in her mouth. He should’ve warned her, should’ve pulled out – but God, it felt so good.

He arched his back, pushing his head into the pillow and still she didn’t stop, swallowing, sucking, worshiping every inch. Nothing and no one had ever come close to this and to Titan, that was no surprise at all. “I knew,” he whispered. “I knew it would be like this.”

Gently she let him go and sat up, staring at him with a look of wonder on her face. “Did I please you?”

She already knew the answer but he gave it anyway, knowing that her life had been a series of tests, most rigged so she would fail. “More than you’ll ever know.” He held his arms out for her and she came to him, giving him a contented smile. “Can I have you?” he asked, wanting to bestow upon her the same ecstasy she’d given him.

Makenna sank into his arms, commanding her body to calm down. Yes, she wanted him, she ached for him. But she was still afraid of doing something that would mess things up. So, she’d better stop while she was ahead. “Can this be enough for now?”

Titan held her, cradling her to him. “Yes, for now.” He kissed her face, her eyelids, before tenderly taking her mouth. “Know this, though.” He framed her face, making sure she heard every word. “I want you and I intend to show you how good it will be. You’re mine, Makenna.” With that announcement, he rose from the bed and walked across the room naked and her hungry eyes followed his every move.

Thanks for visiting with me.





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Sneak Peek at Her Volunteer Cowboy by Donna Michaels

HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY/Book 6: Tanner in my Harland County Series is my contribution to the 12-Alarm Cowboy boxed set releasing in August and up for Pre-Order now for just .99cents!

I’m so excited to be a part of this set and look forward to reading all the diverse firefighting cowboy stories! Here’s a little sneak peek at my volunteer cowboy/firefighter/guardsman, Tanner:


Cowboy Tanner Hathaway, part time firefighter and National Guardsman, is great at volunteering his time, never his heart, but when his Pocono one-nighter shows up in Texas to help a friend, sparks ignite a flame neither of them expect. Can the county’s bad boy, convinced the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he has the courage to volunteer his heart?


Unedited excerpt HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY/Harland County Series/ Book 6: Tanner by Donna Michaels

Harland County was hot. Sizzling hot.

Gwen Gablonski sipped a tall glass of iced tea as she stood quietly in a corner and silently approved of the gorgeous, southern, testosterone filling Texas Republic, the restaurant/bar that was her temporary place of employment. The honky tonk had a huge fire pit, stage, and dance floor, with netting, driftwood and seaside décor gracing the white clapboard walls, giving the place a warm, friendly atmosphere. The Tex Pub, as she heard it referred to, was currently the site of a going away party for the doctor she’d met last year at a wedding up in the Poconos of Pennsylvania where she had grown up.

Jace and his girlfriend Holly were leaving tomorrow for a stint with Doctors Without Borders, and judging by the packed room, the whole county was seeing them off.



The sexy-as-sin firefighter cowboy she’d spent a few hours with—naked hours—back east six months ago at that dang wedding. Gwen blamed that moment of weakness on her overloaded stress level at having returned home after a decade of modeling and traveling the globe. She’d had damage to repair in the Poconos. Attending the wedding of her sister’s best friend had been part of the mending process… and a little awkward. Okay, a lot awkward, considering she’d dated one of the bride’s brothers in high school, then dumped him a month after she’d left to model.

Not one of her finest moments. But definitely the first fence she’d mended. She and Ben weren’t exactly BFFs, but they were in a good place, which was important since her sister was now engaged to the man. Gwen smiled. She’d never seen Lea so happy. The two were perfect for each other.

Thank God she and Ben had never done the deed. Although, losing her virginity to him would’ve been a hell of a lot better than the asshat photographer she’d foolishly believed had loved her.

She’d been stupid and unwise, especially back then. Cripes. For as smart and successful as she had been with her career, her love life was a fiasco. The past decade had been one mistake after another. Too bad it had taken a tragedy to open her eyes. But, she finally got a clue, quit the business—retired Gwen Gable—and was trying to travel a better path, one that led to a better her.

She hoped.

First stop, Harland County.

The only downfall was Tanner. The brown-haired, brown-eyed, hot cowboy striding straight toward her, that sexy, kickass, eagle tattoo of his peeking out from under the edge of his short sleeve, making her want to push the material up and expose his muscled bicep to her tongue. But, she would behave. That was in the past, she reminded herself, watching him approach, dimpled smile absent from his handsome face. It didn’t stop her pulse from kicking up, or the strangle prickling of her skin as he neared.

“Hello, Gwen,” he said, voice a little deeper than she remembered. And sexier.

Damn him.

She lowered her glass and nodded. “Hello, Tanner.”

He cocked his head and eyed her closely. “What brings you to Texas?”

Apprehension tightened his features, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what she feared he would think when he saw her in his town.

She couldn’t help but smile. He was such a guy.

“Relax. I’m not here because of you,” she informed with a shake of her head. “Jordan and Kerri McCall hired me to cook when Kerri takes maternity leave.”

Was it mean that she enjoyed watching surprise replace the wariness in his gaze as the cute idiot got a clue? Probably, but…oh, look at that, she didn’t care.

“Get over yourself, cowboy. Our time between the sheets was good, but not that good.”


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He lives in Texas so he could be cowboy, right?

Joe Reilly isn’t exactly a full-blooded cowboy, but he is a Texan. He was born and raised in tiny Granite Falls, Texas,. where everything revolved around the high school championship football team. And if you know Texas, you know the only thing more religious than being a cowboy is being a high school football player. Man oh man, we live and breathe our athletes.

Gorgeous Joe Reilly was a star quarterback with golden hands, who spent weekends when he wasn’t practicing or playing hanging out at his friend’s ranch,. (See? cowboy, right?) Ph, and the story takes place in San Antonio, home of the top tier San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo. More cowboys.

(I imagined Joe Reilly as looking like one of my favorite former quarterbacks, Brian Griese.)Brian #3

Joe is the launch star of my Game On series about the Granite Falls, Texas Coyotes fifteen years after their final championship season. He’s now a sportscaster hosting a series about quarterbacks on Fox Sports Network. Although he will interview a running back from the Austin Mustangs (see? another horse, right?). And he’s discovered that his best friend’s skinny little kid sister who used to dog him like a pest has grown up to be a woman who makes his mouth water and other parts of his anatomy sit up and take notice, sometimes too obviously.

Forward Pass is the story of Joe and shay. A little taste of the book and an interview we did with Joe before he went out to buy a new pair of…what else…cowboy boots!

Forward Pass (Book One: Game On)

It’s never too early or late to play the game.

Shay Beckham grew up idolizing her brother’s best friend, star quarterback Joe Reilly. There was no one in their Texas town who had the moves to match Joe on or off the field. Years later, he’s still a player who has what it takes to drive any hot-blooded woman wild. But Shay isn’t a kid with a bad case of hero-worship anymore. She’s grown-up and independent, with her feet on the ground and a serious head on her shoulders. If she could just say the same for Joe.

ForwardPass2 copyIt’s been fifteen years, but Joe Reilly hasn’t forgotten the skinny little kid who used to follow him around like a shadow. What he can’t get over is that the skinny shadow has grown into one hell of an incredible woman. One any man in his right mind would kill to get his hands on. And one who seems to be completely immune to him. He knows he and Shay could have something special together. If he could only convince her he’s about more than just the game.

Cowboy Sports Interviews Joe Reilly (see? Cowboy!!!)

Welcome, everyone. Today we have hot former quarterback and ladies man Joe Reilly in the hot seat. We’ll talk about his second career as a sports reporter and analyst. We wanted to know how he got into it, how his show is doing, and mostly (wink!) how his romance with the sexy Shay Beckham is going.


So Joe, everyone is excited about your popular show, Inside the Helmet. How did you make such a smooth transition from the playing field to the studio?


People have always told me I like to talk a lot. (Pause for a chuckle.) I had an interest in transitioning to broadcasting and Fox Sports came up with the idea of a show about quarterbacks.


So it’s kind of a former quarterback talking to current quarterbacks?


That’s it. I try to get inside their heads and figure out what they’re thinking about the next game on their schedule.


It doesn’t bother you that they’re out on the field and you aren’t any more?


It is what it is. (Short laugh.) Blowing out my knee wasn’t exactly on my game plan, but I’m lucky to have another option that’s really exciting. I’m enjoying the work.


We don’t see you out on the party trail as much these days. Does this mean you aren’t out partying as much any more? That must make a lot of eager females disappointed.

Joe: (smile disappears)

I think my rep as a party animal was way overblown. These days especially I have time mostly for work and a few friends. I hope people get off that train pretty soon.


So I guess that means your free time is pretty much taken up by the very sexy Shay Beckham. How is it dating your best friend’s little sister? Someone you’ve known forever.

Joe: (Shifts uncomfortably in his chair)

It’s been a long time since Shay Beckham was a little girl. She’s a very talented, very attractive adult whose company I enjoy.


But aren’t you staying in the same house together while you’re in town? How does that work? (Interviewer grins.) Must make for some very interesting evenings. And nights.

Joe: (grin is back)

Actually we spend a lot of time discussing her real idol, Joe Montana, former 49ers quarterback.


So you have a rival for her affections? (grins) How does that work?


(laughs) I don’t think he’ll be much competition. I’m not too worried.


So where do you see you and Shay going from here?


I have my own ideas but you’d have to ask Shay about hers.


Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky! Maybe we can get her in for an interview. Thanks so much for stopping by, Joe. We’ll be sure to tune in to your show every week during the season.

Want to know more about Shay and Joe? Just click one of the links below.

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Forward-Pass-Game-Desiree-Holt-ebook/dp/B00ONTR99E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1422713681&sr=8-1&keywords=Forward+Pass+desiree+holt

Kensington http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/author.aspx/31606

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Oh, and Forward Pass launches July 7 with a two-day Facebook Release Party. Lots of exciting authors and tons of special prizes. Hope y’all will be there.



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Firefighters and Cowboys! Oh My! by Cynthia D’Alba

D'Alba RT BooksigningThe last week has been filled with edits. Edits on Saddles and Soot for 12-Alarm Cowboys and edits on Texas Hustle, the sixth book in the Texas Montgomery Mavericks series (from Samhain.) I so excited to have both of these coming out this year.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you must already be aware of 12-Alarm Cowboys. But just in case you’ve missed it, here’s the blurb we wrote this week for the collection:

Cowboys and firefighters are both special breeds of men. Sexy. Strong. Put them12 Alarm Cowboys, Randi Alexander together and what do you have? 12 Cowboy-Firefighters Hot Enough to Make You BURN.

12-Alarm Cowboys is a boxset which includes a dozen smoking hot stories of cowboys who also bra
ve the flames to come to the aid of those in need. These all new novels are penned by twelve New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors.

For 99 cents, this is a steal of a deal.
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Good, Bad and Hunky by Em Petrova

Howdy, everyone! A lot has happened in 1 month. Most exciting was beating the pants off a certain popular author in Author Rankings on Amazon for a whole day!

Here’s the proof–and yes, i have 19 screen shots of that baby! I’m having it made into a wallpaper for my office soon.


Another thing that happened was my kids are home for the summer, which means I can’t write. So I’ve spent a week turning my hours around and I’m now NOCTURNAL!




And lastly, I’ve got NEW COWBOYS! Ty from Ropin’ Hearts is one helluva sexy-hot cowboy.

Ty’s top good things:

1. doesn’t mind getting dirty

2. good with his hands

3. excellent with rope

Ty’s top bad things:

1. ripped abs that look more like an 8-pack than a 6-pack

2. Texas drawl

3. doesn’t always shave


Read on for a scorching excerpt from ROPIN’ HEARTS, now available in ebook and paperback!


With Ty’s rough fingers blazing trails over and over Bree’s skin and his hard body glued to hers, she tried to make sense of what just happened.

He’d given her the best release of her life. But she’d been sex deprived for a while. Or it could have something to do with Stowe working her up first.

Or the way Ty commanded every part of me.

She felt him inside her head still, and she didn’t know if she liked him there. He’d torn down walls she hadn’t known existed. Making her hold his gaze, take his cock into her throat…

In the end she’d gotten him back a little, though. A bead of blood shimmered on his lower lip. He licked it off and gave her a warning look. “Don’t think you won’t pay for that.”

“You liked it.”

He rolled onto his knees then disappeared into the little bathroom. She watched his carved ass move away. When he returned, she admired his front more.

“What’s that look all about, huh, baby girl?” He hovered over her and stole her breath with his beauty. Arms rigid, brown hair tumbling into his blazing eyes. He shook it away. “I like you coming apart for me. And I did make a promise to claim your ass.”

Her stomach hollowed out, even as her pussy spasmed. “No you didn’t.”

“Maybe I only made the promise in my head. Either way. Roll over.”

When she didn’t move, his eyes glittered. “Not so brave, are you, baby girl?”

Oh hell no. He wasn’t calling her a coward, especially when it came to sex. She was more adventurous than any man had ever been able to live up to. She flopped onto her stomach. Her ass cheeks felt hot still. Were they red? A thrill traveled through her.

Ty grabbed a pillow and wadded it under her, hitching her ass higher into the air. Apprehension jolted her. What was he going to do? She grew wetter with every sweet tick of the minutes.

When he clamped his hands around her globes, she cried out.

“You sore?”

“You don’t have to sound so damn happy about it.”

“Oh, but I am. You can’t imagine the pleasure I get from spanking you.”

“You’re sick.”

He pinched one cheek and she reared. “Ow!”

“Stay down, stay still if you know what’s good for you.”

“You’re twisted, getting off on controlling me.”

“Damn straight. So are you. Otherwise why would you be so—” he eased his fingers into her pussy, “—fucking—” deeper, “—wet?”

She was. Drenched, gagging for this harsh play she found more arousing than anything in the world. She pushed backward, taking his fingers to the knuckles.

He fucked her pussy, making her writhe, the juicy noises clogging the air. When she started to squeak with impending release, he withdrew his fingers and painted the wetness over her pucker.

She tensed, heart pounding. The feel of him touching her there earlier still lingered. It drove her crazy. She bucked upward and met something soft and wet.

Mother of pearl, it’s his tongue.

Burrowing her face in the clean-smelling blankets, she lost herself to the taboo tonguing he was giving her ass. He ran the tip around every ridge, circling until she was rising off the bed to the rhythm he set. He teased the opening, parting her with his tongue then backing off.

She fisted the covers and begged with her body. Knowing he’d stop if she demanded more. Maybe if she begged nicely he’d give her what she really wanted. In some sick way, she’d be giving him something in turn—he obviously got off on having her at his mercy.

“Ty, please? Please make me come.”

He rumbled, and her heart hitched. She was right. He was actually fulfilling a need in him too. She gasped as he sank his tongue and wiggled it. Deep but not enough. She wanted his fingers and later his cock stretching her backside.

She wanted him to give up some control to her too, losing himself in this forbidden and exciting game.









Pushin’ Buttons book 1






Also in the Boot Knockers Ranch series:

Body Language

Reining Men


Thank you for reading! What are your top goods and bads when it comes to cowboys? I’d love to hear from you for a chance to win a signed copy of PUSHIN’ BUTTONS book 1 of the Boot Knockers Series!


Em Petrova

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Randi Alexander’s Excerpt from Hot in the Saddle – Preorder Your Copy Now

I’m hard at work writing Hot in the Saddle for the 12 Alarm Cowboy Boxed Set. I’m so thrilled to be part of this anthology of brand new stories from 12 hot cowboy authors. You can order your copy today for only $.99


12 Alarm Cowboys, Randi Alexander

Book Blurb: Hot in the Saddle by Randi Alexander

Horse wrangler and off-duty firefighter Treven Arnett is the person closest to Delta Pennington’s racecar when it bursts into flames and spins onto the infield. Without a thought for his own safety, Treven reaches in and releases her, pulling her out and to safety seconds before her stock car explodes. Then he feels the pain.

Delta looks up into the eyes of a cowboy who risked his life to save her, but as his eyes cloud over, she notices his burns. She insists on staying and working his small horse ranch until he’s recovered, but the sexy cowboy makes it impossible for her to keep away from his hot loving. Serious thoughts of relocating to this quiet part of Texas surprise Delta as Treven urges her to give their future a shot.

When Treven learns that Delta has ulterior motives for her visit to his town, he’s angry enough to put her on a plane to anywhere, as long as it’s far away from him. But someone else is just as enraged with Delta’s plans; someone who could have possibly tampered with her racecar. Does Treven care enough for Delta to risk his life again for her?


Excerpt of Hot in the Saddle by Randi Alexander

Treven Arnett pulled his white straw cowboy hat down tighter on his head as a breeze blew across the infield of Wild Oak Speedway. The whine of the super stock cars engines surrounded them, jockeying for lead as the race trailed into its final laps. Dirt track racing had become his favorite live sport now that this part of Texas had installed its very own oval.

He’d volunteered to serve as on the firefighting crew today, and had put in his hours during the morning race. Despite all the work he needed to get done at his ranch, here he sat, sipping a beer with another off-duty firefighter watching the end of the race.

“One more, buddy?” Treven’s friend Clint reached into his cooler and pulled out a can of brew, water dripping from both the beer and Clint’s hand.

Treven could almost taste the ice cold pilsner slipping down his throat, but he shook his head. He needed to get home and get some work done. “Thanks, but I should get moving. The horses don’t breed themselves.”

Clint laughed as he opened the beer then ran his wet fingers through his short blond hair. “Not in this day and age, they don’t.”

The dozen thoroughbreds Treven owned and/or stabled on his property three miles away kept him busy and in property-tax and vet-bill money, but he had to work his ass off twelve to sixteen hours a day, most days.

“Ms. Delta Pennington…” The announcer’s voice blared from the speakers. “In the number thirteen car has taken third place from Randy Vinter, and is moving up fast to challenge Beau Trudeaux for second.”

Treven had gotten a peek at the lovely Ms. Delta as she’d inspected her car before the race. With her sunglasses on, he couldn’t see her trademark eyes, but her brown hair touched her shoulders in thick layers, and those sexy bangs blew around her forehead. She’d looked at him for long moments, nodded, then moved on.

Delta being the first woman to compete on this new track, Treven hoped she’d take first, or at least one of the top positions. He liked that she went after her passion in a male-centered world like stock car racing.

Treven stood. “I’m gonna make my way out.” He needed to cross the oval to get to the parking lot where emergency responders left their vehicles. “See you next weekend.”

“Next weekend, not before.” Clint responded, his blue eyes going serious.

Treven got moving, his boots kicking up dust as he strode across the newly-planted grass. The Wild Oak volunteer firefighters kept good karma coming their way by never admitting there might be another chance to see each other—like a fire at a local home or business.

The racecars circled the track for the second-from-last lap. As he walked, Treven rolled down the sleeves on his blue denim shirt and buttoned them, figuring he’d stop and pick up a few dozen bales of hay on his way home.

Nearing the oval, he slowed and waited, not stupid enough to cross the track until the race was over.

“Oh, lordie, look at that!” The announcer’s voice squeaked.

Treven swiveled his head as a car spun into the infield about fifty yards from him. He prepared to bolt one way or the other, but the dark blue car slid to a stop.

Then exploded.

“Fuck!” He ran toward it as flames shot out the side windows.

Screams came from the stands and the infield.

“Aw, folks.” The announcer shouted. “That’s Delta Pennington’s car.”

Sirens blared and in his peripheral vision, Treven saw people running toward him, but no one was near enough to help.

He was on his own.

He skidded around the front of the vehicle, ran to the driver’s window, and heard choking coming from inside.

She was still alive, but engulfed in flames.

He didn’t have gloves with him, the ones he’d be using for hay later. Nothing to cover his bare hands or his face.

Taking a deep breath, he reached inside the car anyway.

Hot, blistering flames—his hands would be a mess, but he could do this.

Heat licked at his face, singing the brim of his straw hat as his fingers found the five-point harness release and pushed.

Nothing. Had it melted shut?

No, wait, this was a latch variety. He felt for the piece of webbing that would release it, tugged on it…

A click sounded and she was free.

Treven grabbed the shoulders of her jumpsuit and pulled. She was lighter than he’d imagined. At just a few inches shorter than his five-foot ten inches, she’d been a strong-looking woman when he’d seen her earlier in her jumpsuit. The one that curved over her nice behind and…

He pulled his thoughts back from wherever the hell they’d just gone and focused tugging her out the window, into his arms, and keeping her limp body from hitting the ground.

Her helmet banged against his cheek as he pulled her higher against his chest, spun, and ran as fast as he could. That gas tank could go any second. Why hadn’t it already? And why was the interior of the car on fire when the tank hadn’t gone up? And why hadn’t he at least paused before he’d rushed in to save her to consider that he could be blown to his eternal reward?

The firetruck reached the car, and half the firefighters that jumped off came running his way with their med bags.

What was left of his hat blew away and Treven sunk to the ground, his knees shaking, his breath pumping as he eased Ms. Delta onto the seedling grass of the infield.

With a jerk, her body came to life. She coughed and hauled off her helmet, gasping in air and hacking it back out. “What…” More coughing as she removed her fireproof hood. “What happened?”

She looked up at Treven.

What they said was true. She had one green eye and one blue eye. “You’re safe.” He reached to take her pulse, but didn’t recognize the red, blistered skin on his… Then the pain hit.


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Better Late Than Never by Parker Kincade

It’s the 17th! Again! How in the world does this date sneak up on me every single month? :)

I’ve been working on my next sports romance – Southern Heat. While I love writing sexy, alpha athletes, I do miss the cowboys of Shadow Maverick Ranch. I blame my need for more cowboys for the fact that I’ve become enamored with the TV series Bonanza. The show comes on my satellite every afternoon (usually around the time I break from the writing cave for sustenance), and every afternoon I’m glued to the TV – watching Little Joe, Adam, and Hoss be, well, cowboys.

I love old movies, and it seems I also love old TV series (I think I was 2 when Bonanza went off the air). There is something about the way stories were told – something real and romantic – that speaks to my heart. Of course, I do find myself giggling at how dramatic some of the scenes are – over-acted fight scenes, women swooning (seriously?), and guns firing too late.

So, what happened to all the cowboys? I think shows like Bonanza provided a good example to young men about honor and integrity. Something our world desperately needs, don’t you think?

What are your favorite old western TV shows or movies? I’ll run out of Bonanza episodes eventually – so give me some recommendations!

One last (unrelated) note:

Time is running out for Hearts In Danger – now a USA Today Bestseller! This boxed set is only available until the end of June – so be sure to get your copy and help us fight heart disease! (proceeds benefit the American Heart Association).

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Pick Your Poison by Roxanne St. Claire: Meet Benjamin Youngblood – he’s sexy, smart, spectacular and … about to lose his job for the best security firm in the world. He’s got one chance to prove himself and nothing will stop him. Not even a flower farmer.

Protective Custody by Paige Tyler: Someone is stalking reporter Paisley McCoy, and police detective Gray Beckham is the only man who can protect her. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter.

Hot Pursuit by Lynn Raye Harris: When someone starts shooting at Evie Baker, there’s only one man dangerous enough to help her–the man who broke her heart ten years ago. Hostile Operations Team soldier Matt Girard uses all his considerable black ops skill to protect Evie.

SEAL’s Honor by Elle James: Two Navy SEALs jeopardize their lives and hearts in a battle-torn land when they vie for the love of one sexy Night Stalker helicopter pilot.

Against The Dark by Carolyn Crane: Angel is an ex-safecracker forced into one last heist. Cole is an undercover agent with big plans for his gorgeous thief—he’ll make her pose as his girlfriend to help with a dangerous mission.

Hidden Prey by Cheyenne McCray: Tori is in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnesses the execution of a Federal agent by the son of the head of the Jimenez Cartel. Special Agent Landon Walker rescues Tori and sets out to protect her, but soon protecting her isn’t enough.

Dangerous Curves by Nina Bruhns: A spec ops transporter for STORM Corps takes on drones, bad guys, and car chases on the coast of Italy—and falls for a beautiful scientist whose curves are far more dangerous than the road!

Deadly Pursuit by Misty Evans: When Londano escapes a maximum security prison and begins picking off Celina’s friends and coworkers, everyone she knows becomes a target. Including DEA agent Cooper Harris, the man who once broke her heart and is now assigned to be her bodyguard.

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One Night Stand by Parker Kincade: Amanda Martin decides to have a one-night stand. No relationship, no promises just hot, indulgent sex. What she doesn’t anticipate is meeting a handsome-as-sin stranger who gives her pleasure unlike she’s ever known. A stranger with a deadly secret.

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The only thing separating Texas and Louisiana is the Sabine River. The men on both sides of the border share the same capacity to be wild and wicked. When I started the Hell Yeah! series, I concentrated on creating a family of cowboy heroes who lived south of Austin on the Guadalupe River near a town called Kerrville. I love the area, I think it’s one of the most beautiful in the world. But I also love Louisiana and soon my attention and inspiration turned eastward and I added friends and family to the McCoys who made their home in Bayou Country. You might not think Cowboys and Cajuns mix, but in my world they do because that’s my reality – and they say write what you know…so I do.

Now sixteen or seventeen books later, I forget, I’m still hopping back and forth across the Sabine taking turns spinning tales about men who ride horses and men who wrestle alligators or fight for their country – who hail from mysterious places like New Orleans or the Atchafalaya Basin or Bayou Teche. I might have a bit of Texas straw stuck in my hair from lounging in the hay loft, but I also have gumbo mud squishing up between my toes from going barefoot in a Louisiana swamp – so that mix is what you get when you read a Sable Hunter novel.

My latest Hell Yeah! which will release today is called YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND and can certainly be read as a standalone. It does carry forth storylines from other books, like Noah’s search for his mother, and it also bring couples from previous books back so we can visit but I explain that sufficiently so if anyone picks up the book who hasn’t read the others, they aren’t lost. And that’s no small feat – but I took vitamins!


The star couple in YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND is Revel Lee Jones and Harper Summers. If you’ve been reading the series, they are no strangers to you. Harper’s story has been a long time coming. She was first introduced in Cowboy Heat and wove her way into my heart as Noah’s on-again/off-again girlfriend who seemed to have her own set of ghosts. If you remember, she was a victim of Ajax, the Dom who hated Isaac and almost killed Noah. At the time, we didn’t know what made Harper the way she was – what made her tick. I could see the writing on the wall, she wouldn’t be the one who could keep Noah McCoy in line. He needed a stronger hand and the woman for that job was none other than SKYE BLUE.

As I was writing FORGET ME NEVER, I created this amazing character named Revel Lee Jones who was so loyal to his friend Patrick and his memory that he was willing to marry the love of Patrick’s life to give his son a name and a future. But Savannah knew Harper was Revel’s soulmate and she believed in the power of love so strongly that she told Revel to go find Harper. Anyway, I’m going to spoil my own story if I keep going. What I wanted to tell you is that I have tied all of the stories together – Noah and his family, especially the storyline from BADASS, Savannah and Patrick in FORGET ME NEVER, Beau and Harley from BURNING LOVE and Dandi and Lucas in FINDING DANI. The Hell Yeah! Cajun are all connected.

Here’s the blurb for YOU ARE ALWAYS ON My MIND, then I’ll tell you a secret and give you a sexy excerpt. BLURB:

We all like to think we have a soulmate. Unfortunately for some of us, we miss them, passing unseen like two ships in the night. Revel and Harper were among the lucky ones, they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for one another. In a perfect world, they would’ve enjoyed a ‘happily ever after’. But this isn’t a perfect world.

Harper is haunted by her past, a past so tragic and so unthinkable that she can’t even imagine confessing it to Revel. And she knows from past experience, that when he learns the shameful truth about her – nothing will be the same. So to protect him, she walks away.

Harper underestimated Revel’s love for her. From the moment she disappeared, he set out to bring her home. Their journey to love is one fraught with ghosts from the past, both real and imagined, and a demon from their present who is intent on making sure she has no future. But those ghosts and demons have never met a hero like Revel Lee. He is determined to give Harper exactly what she needs…until Harper realizes that all she needs is him.

YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND is a book with a little of everything. At its sexual core, it gives a nod to BDSM. Revel learns how to please Harper, to give her a little bite with her pleasure, even when he would rather cut off his own arm rather than cause her a moment of pain. There is also a touch of the paranormal, a ghost story so sad that the tears it brings are still fresh today. Above all, this book tells the story of a love so strong and so enduring that neither distance, time or tragedy can keep them apart. They aren’t able to forget for one moment what their love feels like – and neither will you.

Now for the secret: The ghost story in the book is based on a family truth. In YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND, there is the spirit of a baby who was hidden under the bed after it was thought to be stillborn. Because of a raging hurricane, it was left in a box until such time it could be buried. Only the baby came to life. This actually happened in my family. My great grandfather was an amazing man. He worked for the railroad, a big strapping over six foot individual who covered the ground he walked on and made people take notice when he walked by. His name was William Walter. And it shocked everyone who found out that he was born dead, placed in a shoebox and slipped under the bed to wait out a Gulf Coast hurricane until he could be buried. But lo – and behold – about a day later, he began to cry – loudly! It was a miracle and I’m sorta glad it happened, or I wouldn’t be here!

I love to weave lore, like the Cajun werewolf – the rougaroux into my stories, or mysterious blue swamp lights called feu-follet. I love to share my love of Plantation country and the legends of women who practice hoodoo deep in the swamps. And this is what you have in YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND – but its mixed with a powerful emotional story of survival and my explanation of why Harper needed to punish herself with pain and how Revel fought through his own fears to be able to give Harper what was necessary for her happiness and well-being. Sacrifice. They both learned lessons of sacrifice – and that’s what we do when we love someone – we give them what they need, no matter the cost. Of course, in typical Sable Hunter style – the sex is plenteous and hot as hell. You’ll be wishing you had a Revel of your own. So did I. And for a short time, the length of this book or however many times you reread it – we can know what it’s like to be powerfully loved by a powerful man. Sigh…

Now for the sexy excerpt:

She said nothing, just opened the door, slammed it and fled into the night. Revel didn’t even hesitate, he was out of the truck and after her in a flash. Only she didn’t run into the swamp like he feared, she ran up to the door, unlocked it with the key he’d given to her and went inside. He was about a dozen strides behind her and when he stepped into the house, he didn’t know what he’d find. But what he saw shocked him. There was a trail of very feminine women’s clothing scattered on the stairs. A dress. A wrap. A bra…and very small, lacy pair of panties. “Harper?” He couldn’t believe his eyes. But oh, how he wanted to. When he came to the bedroom she was occupying, the door stood wide open. “Harper?”

“Come in, Revel. I’m waiting for you.”

Her voice was low, sultry—sexy. Revel was breathing so hard, it sounded as if he’d run a marathon. And when he stepped around the corner into the doorway, he almost swallowed his tongue. She was lying on the bed, naked. On her back, legs spread with her hand between her thighs. She was massaging her slit, her fingers dipping and delving, spearing up inside of her, then up to caress her clit. “Holy Fuck,” he whispered. “Harper, what are you doing?”

“Seducing you. Is it working?” Harper could see a war being waged in his eyes. Was this a mistake? Mercy, if she had the sense God gave a flea, she’d back off. They had so many issues to work through, and here she was confusing the issue with sex. But wasn’t this what it was all about? She’d made him feel inadequate, not enough and it was her mission to show him he was all the man she needed. The insufficiency, the deficit—it was all hers. This could be the biggest mistake of her life, but she had to take the risk. She needed this, she needed him. She needed to be normal. The emptiness inside of her was a constant, pulsing ache which grew stronger with every passing moment.

Revel didn’t have to know she was damaged goods.

Harper’s hand stilled between her thighs. She stared at him. He was frozen. He wasn’t moving. What did that mean? Instead of giving up as she should have, Harper rose and moved toward him, moving right into his space, fitting her hungry body to his. Would he reject her? Despite his words of love, when she was stripped and vulnerable before him, would he want her or would the things she’d done at the clubs repulse him?

Touching him, she rubbed her breasts across his chest, her hands going to his crotch. “I only want to make you happy. Let me love you.” She teased the seam of his lips with her tongue, her heart leaping when he trembled against her. The power in his big body wasn’t subtle, so it amazed her that she could affect him so. He was an addictive drug.

Revel wasn’t fighting the attraction, he was paralyzed with it. Just being this close to her made his brain go haywire. He’d wanted her so badly and for so long, every nerve ending in his body was vibrating and buzzing. With a growl, he surrendered to the incredible pull. Fisting his hand in her long dark hair, he pulled her to him, covered her lips and sank his teeth into her lower lip. Nip! “How’s that, baby? Do you like that?”

The small amount of erotic pain thrilled her. He wasn’t being facetious, this was him trying to do what she’d asked him to do. “I love it,” she admitted. “You turn me on so much.” She reached between his legs and folded her hand around his big cock, giving it a squeeze.

Revel growled. Harper could almost hear the threads of his control snap in two. He took hold of her shoulders and hauled her flush to him. With a whimper, she started pulling at his shirt, uncaring that buttons were popping off and bouncing across the floor. The next thing she knew, Harper had gone from pressed to his body to sitting on the dresser with Revel standing close between her thighs. Revel was staring down at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. His fiery black eyes were glittering with hunger and bold flags of color stained his high chiseled cheekbones. With a primal snarl, his mouth crushed hers. Harper didn’t have to process, all of his pent-up desire, hunger—it was directed right to her.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured. But for all the ravishing hunger, his hands were gentle as he caressed her body.

“It’s been so long,” he whispered. “I’ve ached for you. I’ve touched no one. Only you, you’re all I want. So soft. So fragile.” He bent his head to place a tender kiss to her neck.

“Revel, I’m not fragile.” She wove her fingers in his hair, so much longer now than the last time they’d done this. “I want you to take me, touch me. Dominate me. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this. How I missed you.”

Dipping his head, he buried his face in the valley between her breasts, kissing both sides of her cleavage. When he framed one swollen globe, closing his lips over the distended nipple, Harper moaned. She arched her back, holding his head to her breast. “Bite me,” she pleaded.

Revel stiffened, so Harper stiffened, pulling back. But she wasn’t successful, Revel stopped her—with his teeth. He grazed her nipple, scraping the tender flesh. Harper gasped, cradling his head. “Ah, yes!”

“Like that?” he muttered. When she keened, he plumped her breast, and she was mesmerized, loving the way his big broad hand looked against her white skin. Reaching down, she began working on his belt, releasing the button on his jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.

“Yes, I love it.” Slipping her hand inside, Harper closed her fingers around his manhood and stroked. “We’re making progress, guess next time we’ll just drag out the whips and chain.” She teased.

With a harsh groan, he jerked her forward, taking her lips in a complete and thorough kiss. Those wicked little fingers could steal his reason if he wasn’t careful, or maybe it was too late, for he confessed way before he was ready. “We don’t have to wait till next time, the whips and chains are ready and waiting for you. Ever since you left, I’ve been training.”

With a gasp, Harper clung to his neck as he pulled her close, picking her up and taking her to the stairs that led to the area below, under the front gallery. “Where are we going?”

“To my dungeon, little submissive. Are you ready to play?”

Gently lowering her so she could stand on her own two feet, Revel steadied her, then pressed a button, opening a door she’d never noticed before. With a voice as warm and intense as melted chocolate, he whispered, “Come see the world I’ve created for us.”

If Revel had told her he was an alien from a far flung galaxy, Harper couldn’t have been more shocked. “You’ve been studying BDSM? For me?”

Standing between her and whatever waited inside, he lifted her chin so he could kiss her gently on the lips. “I’ve read extensively. I’ve practiced with a whip for countless hours so I can give you the bite without breaking your perfect smooth skin.”

“I can’t believe you’d do this for me,” she remarked in wonder, studying his sincere face. Every time she looked at him she wondered why this special man cared for her.

“Oh, this is just the beginning of what I’ll do for you.” Revel stepped back and welcomed her in.

She was weak-kneed. Revel’s attitude, his body, his face—the man dripped sex. Just the idea of him playing with her had Harper on the verge of a screaming orgasm, literally trembling. “You’re exciting me,” she confessed.

“That’s my intention, little sub.” He pulled her against his solid bare chest, his hands sliding over her waist, down her stomach to cup her mound. “I want to make you crazy for me.”

He used his teeth to graze the tender flesh on her neck, causing her pussy to gush, then clench tight as a fist. She turned to him. His black eyes seared into hers as he lowered his head to cover her lips with his hot mouth. His kiss demanded entrance and when she complied, he thrust deep. With his mouth and his body, he overshadowed her, moaning and growling his desire. It was so sexy, a whimper escaped her lips.

Harper felt lightheaded as his hands slid down to knead her bottom, then around to cup her breasts. She could barely manage a breath when he began to pinch her nipples at the same instant he slid his leg between hers and his hard thigh rubbed right across her pussy. Harper gasped at the dual sensations. When the pressure on her nipples intensified to a delicious pinch, she almost fainted. It felt…just right. Mindless with need, she rode his leg and he pinched harder—as hard as the clamps, only he combined it with other sensations—relaxing, milking, then tightening again. “Revel!” She gasped and ground her pussy on his leg.

And just like that—her body convulsed and her pussy pulsated with a climax so intense and perfect she wanted to weep. Clutching his shoulders, she trembled against him, never wanting it to end. The pain, the pleasure—all of it was, “so good, so good, baby,” she whispered against his chest.

Revel pulled back, still gently rubbing her breasts, sliding his palms over her sensitive nipples. Slowly, he let them travel up to cup her head beneath her hair as he continued the pressure of his leg against her wet pussy, his mouth devouring hers—punishing, giving, taking holding her still so she had no choice in the matter.

Like she wanted one…

“Feel what you do to me.” Revel picked her up. “Wrap your legs around me.” When she was spread open, he nestled his cock against her tender pussy, rubbing himself deliciously across her moist heat.

“God, Revel,” she murmured softly.

“Just a preview of coming attractions,” he promised as his teeth closed around her earlobe and he nipped it gently then licked the tiny hurt away.

He had her gasping, panting, more liquid pooling between her quivering thighs. Revel held her till she was steady, then took her hand. “We need to discuss your limits, both hard and soft and I need your safe word.”

Harper couldn’t help but smile. “Wait.” She stopped and wrapped her arms around him. “I love you for doing this.” She kissed him hard. “I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

“This was easy. Losing you was the hard part.” With that succinct explanation, he pulled her farther into the room. It wasn’t the traditional dark dungeon, this area looked more like a luxurious spa. There was silver and white tile with stainless steel and leather accents everywhere. “Limits,” he asked her again.

“With you, I don’t think I’ll have any.”

Revel took that as doubt. “I’m not pretending, Harper. I’m serious as a heart attack, so you’re going to have to be as honest with me as I am with you. Anal?”

Her eyes bugged. “I’ve never done it, but I would with you.”

He didn’t react. “Safeword?”

She chose a new one, just for them. “Waterloo.”

“Very well. And as soon as we walk through those doors, you will address me as Sir. Is that clear?”

Harper felt a thrill. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.” He smiled and kissed her hand. “Good girl.” Next, Revel led her to a cabinet. “I’ve stocked it with everything we’ll need.” He began to name the items, pointing them out. “Whip, paddle, flogger, quirt, and clamps. And over here, a pinwheel, electro stimulation, cuffs, straps, a blindfold and some ben wa balls.”

The sight of all of those toys and tools made her pussy tingle again. “We’re going to have a good time, Sir.”

Revel laughed. “Yes, we are.” Taking her by the arm, he led her to a bench. “Sit up here while we talk, then we’ll get down to business.” His hands slipped under her voluptuous breasts and lifted them, kneading gently, her eyes closing in ecstasy. “You’re so beautiful. Your body is perfect. There’s so much I want to do with you, with these.” Leaning over, he took one rosy nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled and teased before sucking deep with firm slow exquisite pressure.

Harper’s toes curled while he sucked. Her sensitive nipple was aching and tight when he let the wet tip slip from his lips. She watched fascinated as he slipped a clamp on the nipple, not one like she’d bought and used but a beautiful one with some kind of jewels on it. She panted at the ecstasy as he moved to the other breast. “Oh, God,” she moaned when he began drawing on the other, pure suckling, nursing, molding the globe in his hands. Her clit and the aching center of her breast were directly linked. She moaned, “Sir, O Sir,” as her entire feminine region throbbed with want.

“You taste so sweet.” Revel affixed the other clamp. The beautiful jewels were connected by a tiny gold chain. Giving her tit one more open mouth kiss, he straightened up. “So beautiful. Feel good?” he asked and she nodded. Giving her a hooded, mysterious look he palmed her left breast, while the other hand went between her legs. His fingers caressed her clit, then dragged from her hungry opening—back to front, back to front—massaging the cream all up and down her slit. As he rubbed, she tensed, thrusting her hips forward. “Want more?”

“Yes, please, yes, Sir.”

“Then, come,” he said as he directed her across the room.

Harper couldn’t help but giggle, which earned her a frown. “Sorry, Sir. I want to come again and again.”

“All in good time.” Revel guided her around the room, showing her the spanking bench. “This will be your favorite piece. When you’re strapped in here, your epic ass will be totally at my mercy.”

“You’re a tease, Sir.”

Revel couldn’t help but smile, giving her a wink. “Over here are the wall restraints, a harness, a carabiner and the St. Andrews cross. Just for tonight, lady’s choice. Which do you prefer?”

Harper bit her lower lip, there really was no question. “Spanking bench, please, Sir.” Chill bumps of excitement decorated her skin. They walked together and he helped her lie down, affixing the soft cuffs to her wrists and ankles.

“Blindfold?” he asked, giving her a choice.

“No, Sir, I want to see you…seeing me.”

Revel felt his heart pound in his chest. “Count of twenty, love?”

“Twenty, yes, Sir.”

“You need to feel the bite, Bright Eyes?”

“Yes.” She sighed. “I need to feel the bite, Sir.” She watched him with anxious eyes as he chose a whip, her body quivering at the sight. He’d said he knew how to use it, they’d soon find out. An experienced hand behind a whip could wield more force and do more damage than one might think. Glancing up, she saw that the ceilings were as high as allowed, high enough for the black coiled leather to stretch to its fullest length. She held her breath as he stepped behind the bench, shaking out the whip. Rolling his shoulders, he flexed his muscles, loosening up. Even though she couldn’t help but be a bit trepidatious, Harper pushed her bottom up, wiggling it just enough so he’d know how much she wanted this—wanted him.

Drawing his arm back, he let the whip flow as if it were dancing to music and let it go, nailing her right in the middle of her left butt cheek. “Ummmm,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, then quickly opening them to watch him do it again.

His face was expressionless as he focused. Never taking his eye off the prize, he slowly and methodically placed the tip of the whip exactly where he wanted it and Harper moaned with every contact. She loved it, Revel knew exactly what he was doing. He made the act of dominating her beautiful.

By the time he was through, she was crying, tears running down her cheeks. But they weren’t tears of pain, but release.

“Harper, baby?” He knelt by her.

“I’m good, so good.”

He chuckled. “I could be better.”

That was when Harper saw Revel’s cock was swollen and strutted. “Take me. I’m beyond ready.” She spread her thighs, but instead of walking between them, he removed her cuffs.

“Lie on your back.”

Eagerly, she arranged her body for him. He took hold of her thighs and pulled her bottom to the edge, then stared at her as he pushed inside—oh, so slowly. Harper felt her eyelashes flutter, her swollen, slick flesh stretched to allow him entrance.

“So tight, so perfect.” Revel reached for her hands, linking their fingers, spreading her arms out to her sides so his chest would rub against hers—skin to skin. Pressing his forehead to hers, their gazes linked, they were drowning in one another’s eyes. “Harper, beloved Harper.”

The moment felt spiritual, he had sacrificed his beliefs, his principals, to give her what she needed. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she tightened her pussy around him, clasping him with her small internal muscles, trying to ensure he stayed right where she needed him the most.

As if her actions freed him, he took a deep breath, dragged his cock almost completely from her body then slammed into her pussy so deep his cock touched her cervix and his balls slapped up against the cleft of her bottom. Not giving her time to think or breathe, he pulled out and pumped in again. “Sir, my Revel,” she cried out, not wanting him to stop but begging him to continue. Every cell of her body rejoiced as he kept thrusting in and out. As she’d yearned for, the man had given her what she needed and now there was nothing sweet or slow about how he was taking her. Revel fucked her hard and she loved it. Her nipples tingled, her bottom stung and now she was totally at his mercy as he pounded into her over and over.

From deep in his throat, a low moan rose and he shuddered on top of her. But instead of separating their bodies, he rode her high, staying inside of her, undulating his hips and pressing against her clit. It was too much, she shattered; the orgasm that racked her body was stronger than any she’d known before. It set her whole body on fire, from the tip of her toes to the tip of her nipples. She cried out against his lips as she shook, screaming his name.

With a satisfied sigh, he settled on top of her, whispering in her ear, “I need to hold you now.”

Before she could protest, he picked her up yet again, leaving the playroom behind. He carried her back up to the living room, then on up to her bed, where he laid her down. “Be still.”

Harper didn’t know what he was doing, but she was too worn out to move. In a few moments, he returned with a wash cloth and he gently wiped all the residue of their lovemaking away.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m supposed to be submissive.”

“Shhh.” Revel kissed her lips. “You may need to be a slave in that room, but you’re my queen everywhere else.”

Now, what exactly was a girl supposed to say to that?

She knew the answer. “Sleep with me. Stay with me. This is your invitation.”

Revel felt his breath crash against his ribs. “I accept.” After a few moments in the bathroom, he curled up next to her. Sleep came swiftly to them both.

But deep in the night, Harper stirred. She was cradled in strong arms, lying on a big wide chest. Like a contented cat, she rubbed her cheek against him— and was surprised to feel dampness. Rising slightly, she gazed down at his face in the moonlight and saw something that broke her heart.

There were tears on his cheek.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a good day – – and pick up the book as soon as it’s out – – – Love, Sable


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Conference season by Sandy Sullivan

Hi all,

I thought I’d post something on conference season since the mayhem has begun and if you wanted to go to a conference, you could find one just about every weekend, but boy are they exhausting!

I spent June 5, 6, and 7 in West Chester Ohio at Lori Foster’s RAGT. If you get a chance to do this conference, do it. It’s one of the best and it’s very reasonable for what you get. I was there with Secret Cravings Publishing, which is my own publishing house, working the board room we sponsored, playing games, talking with readers, selling books, and generally having a great time. Do you do conferences? If so, which ones do you like? I’ve done several this year already including Wild Wicked Weekend in San Antonio, A Day with the Authors in Nashville, TN, and Lori Foster’s. I still have ARC in New Orleans the end of July, Fandomfest in Louisville, KY, and Romcon in Denver in September. I hope to see some of you there. If you are going to any of these, be sure to stop by and say hi.

So what do you look for in conferences? Do you like to have a lot of author interaction? Do you like to see cover models? Do you like to play games and win prizes? Tell me your favorite things about conferences and I’ll pick a winner to receive their choice of any of my available books in ebook. Winner will be chosen out of the comments on Wednesday, the 17th.

As for me, I’m writing on Cowboy Dreamin’ 8 which in Jonathan and Mandy’s story and also on Eight Second Ride Book 2, which is Rusty Arnold and Lucas Jacks for those who like MM. It’s interesting writing two books at once and with different pairings. It’s a total mind switch to go back and forth, but I’m having a blast. I just hope they keep talking because I need to get a book out by the end of July and one in August probably.

For those who would like to keep up on my releases, you can join my newsletter on my website at www.romancestorytime.com. It’s only once a month and I give out a great prize pack to one reader every month which includes a tote bag, a mug, a keychain, a print book, a button, and pen. There are excerpts, inspirational pictures of my characters, reviews and little tidbits you’ll find enjoying.

Anyway, that’s it for me for the month.

See you around the web!

~ Sandy

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