Hi everyone! I’m thrilled to be joining Wild and Wicked Cowboys today! I’ll be blogging on the 7th on a regular basis. Some of you may already know me, but I’d like to introduce myself to the rest of y’all–with a giveaway, of course.
I write modern-day cowboys and Indians for Harlequin Desire, Superromance, Samhain and occasionally I self-publish as well. What I write walks up to the line of erotic without actually crossing over, but I know you guys like your stuff spicy, so I’ll make sure to save the steamy excerpts for you–like the one below, so keep reading! 🙂
I’ve got two releases coming out next month! First up is Rodeo Dreams!
LOVE IS ONE UNPREDICTABLE RIDE
Ride straight to the top of the rodeo circuit—that’s June Spotted Elk’s dream. Having danced with adversity in the male-dominated world of bull riding, she won’t let anyone—not even a sexy, scarred stranger—get in her way.
Seasoned bull rider Travis Younkin knows what it’s like to make it to the top and then hit the bottom. Back in the arena to resurrect his career, he can’t afford a distraction like June. No matter how far he’ll go to protect her from the danger. No matter how deeply the stubborn and beautiful rider gets to him.
Because he’ll do anything for victory. But so will June.
Then, believe it or not, I have ANOTHER book out on the same day–Masked Cowboy!
He hides from the world…but he can’t hide from her.
Men of the White Sandy, Book 2
Moving her veterinary practice out west is a chance for Mary-Beth to start over. But her resolve to learn to hold her tongue goes out the window when she meets Jacob, a Lakota cowboy who says next to nothing—especially about the black leather mask covering half his face. Sometimes he seems to be almost flirting. Other times, it’s as if he’s angry she exists. But there’s no mistaking the heat that flares between them.
Jacob still isn’t sure who—or what—carved up his face and killed his best friend three years ago. All he knows is the thing was after a child he now hides with his silence. A medicine woman’s granddaughter he would die to protect. Outspoken, sexy Mary Beth reminds him of how lonely his life has become. But he can’t forget how much he stands to lose if any distraction allows a monster to rise again and destroy the last hope of his people.
Warning: This book contains a masked cowboy with a lot to hide, a woman who shoots her mouth off at all the wrong times, and the wanton destruction of a certain pair of panties during explosive sex.
Masked Cowboy is entered into Sex Scene Championship at Scorching Book Reviews! I’ll give you guys a little sneak peek here–and if you like what you see, please vote for Jacob in August!
Excerpt from Masked Cowboy
He snarled at her as he quickly put both of her wrists in his left hand. Then the mother-of-pearl buttons on her cowgirl shirt were popping apart as he ripped through them, leaving her covered with nothing but her red silk Victoria’s Secret bra.
“You ride horses in that?” he barked, momentarily distracted by the flash of overt femininity.
“I didn’t wear it for the horses.” She wiggled one hand free and ran it through his mop of hair until she hit the patch strap. Before she could even begin to trace its path back up to his face, he growled again, grabbing her hand and completely flattening her against the door with the force of his kiss. Despite the soaked clothes, the heat rolling off him had her melting in all the best places.
“That’s right,” she panted, beginning to feel like she was losing control of the situation—of herself. “You wanted to know. You wanted to see.” He savagely grabbed one breast, expertly kneading the nipple through the silk.
Mary Beth was definitely losing control of herself as her head began to spin. No man had ever touched her like this, with this naked, aggressive need. Already, she was more turned on than she could ever remember being with any of the others. The way he pawed at her made the tingles on the top of the bluff look like child’s play. This—this was for grown-ups only.
“Yes,” she hissed as he bent his head and bit down on the silk. “Feel me. Taste me. Know me.”
“Shut up, just shut up,” he growled as he released her hands to yank her belt free and strip her pants down to her knees.
As he traced around the edge of the matching red silk panties, Mary Beth caught his face with her hands and pulled him back up to her lips. But instead of trying to get under his mask again, she slid her hands down to his belt and slid it free as she quickly undid those promising buttons.
He really wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was rock hard under her hands, his eye briefly rolling back into his head as she traced the length of everything he had to offer. But then that erotic rage snapped his head forward and he spun her around, pressing her into the door.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he panted as he fumbled out of his pants. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“Shut up,” she demanded, spreading her legs as far as she could with her pants around her knees. “Shut up right now or I’ll rip that mask—”
She didn’t get any farther. The panties were no match for him. He burst into her, sliding all the way in, all the way up, filling her as no one and nothing ever had before. The power of the unexpected orgasm shook her like leaves on aspen, and that was just from the first thrust.
“Oh!” she moaned as she shivered from the safety of his arms.
He froze. “What? What? I didn’t—I thought—”
“Jesus Christ, Jacob,” she begged, “don’t stop! Oh God, please don’t stop!” With a hungry, guttural moan, he slid in and out of her. He grabbed her hands and moved them back up the door until they were over her head again. But instead of holding them there, he traced back down the length of her arms until he came to her breasts again. He slipped his right hand under the silk cup of her left breast, kneading it with the same savage intensity he had just seconds before.
With his other hand, he followed the curve of her waist down to her hips, then over to the thick, glossy hair that covered her sex. With a flick of his thumb, he found her spot and began to rub the nub in small circles.
If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have lost her footing as the second orgasm shook her violently. “Oh!” she screamed this time, unable to control herself under his maddening touches.
He growled with satisfaction behind her, pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. His hips knocked into hers so hard that her forehead was again bouncing off the door, but she didn’t care as she arched her back, driving her breast more into his hand and raising her bottom up to meet his every demand.
Then, with one final deep thrust, he froze in silence, his fingers pinching the tip of her nipple, his thumb pressing against her clit, finally surrendering to the promise of freedom she’d offered him. While he came quietly, she couldn’t help but buck in ecstasy one final time with another “Oh!” Suddenly, he was gone from her, leaving her barely able to stand.
So, what do you think? Will you read a book about a man in a mask? I’m giving away an ebook of Masked Cowboy to one lucky commenter, so make sure to leave your preferred format in your comment. I look forward to hearing from everyone!