Hi everyone! Summer is here! (Okay, maybe not meteorologically–we still have a few weeks.) But School is out and it’s Summer Vacation Day 13. I know that for a fact because we decided to forgo summer day camp this year.
Day 13! WE CAN DO THIS!
Before I forget, last month’s winner was lacombejc! To get your eARC of Crushing on the Cowboy, lacombejc, email me at email@example.com!
So, yeah–I have the Kid home with me this summer. I’m trying to keep him busy–there’s trumpet and guitar lessons, the summer library reading program and, at leas for now, plenty of scootering up and down the sidewalk because the weather is lovely. The big highlight (of my summer, at least) is the two full weeks of Boy Scout Camp–yah! The other main thing we’re doing this summer is volunteering at our local Humane Society. Every afternoon, we head over for the last walk of the day. We take puppies on a lap around the play area and through a field. It’s good for him to start thinking about people and creatures outside of himself and his family (dogs included) but…the odds of us coming home with a third dog at some point during the summer are good. Really, really good.
Basically, if the dachshund of my dreams shows up, it’s all over.
Okay! Onto the books!
First off, I want to mention that NotMy1stRodeo.com is back! Jenna Bayley-Burke, Donna Alward and I have teamed up for another anthology of second-chance romances!
First up is Captivating the Cowboy by Jenna! It’s out now!
She’s the last think he needs…but everything he wants.
Fourth-generation cattle rancher Slade Weston wants a forever love but no matter how often he tips his hat on NotMyFirstRodeo.com, he can’t find anything he sees lasting longer than first-date flowers. Fashion designer Jules O’Connor isn’t looking for a relationship because she’s not a daisy-duke cowgirl and that’s all most men are looking for in Opal Creek. Plus, she’s moving across the country as soon as her sister graduates.
When Slade’s string of internet first dates gets comical, Jules offers to be his wing-woman, which leads to some horizontal schmexytimes. She doesn’t want to be a wife and mom, he doesn’t want to move to New York City. It’s just for now. Until they can’t seem to see a future apart…
Saddle up for another go-round…
When Cassidy Strong signs up for NotMy1stRodeo.com, she never expects it’ll put her in the middle of a bank robbery—or that she’ll be the key to breaking the case. Her first foray into online dating after her divorce is an unqualified disaster.
That is, until Sheriff Joe Lawson walks in, ready to solve the case and do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if that means hiding her away in his mountain cabin.
Joe has a job to do, and acting on any attraction would go against everything he stands for. Then there’s Cassidy’s volatile ex to consider. But sometimes doing what’s right isn’t as important as following your heart…
Then, in a mere five weeks (AHHH!), Roping the Rancher comes out!
How far will he go to give her what she wants?
Tommy Tucker doesn’t know what he wants. All he knows is that the girls his own age that he asks out don’t quite do it for him. Until he meets Carly, the manager at a local restaurant.
Carly can’t believe a young buck like Tommy would even look twice at her and she has no interest in being anyone’s cougar. The last time she got involved with a customer, she wound up in a horrible marriage.
Still, when Tommy tells her that he’ll do whatever she tells him to…Carly can’t resist the chance to take what she wants from a man with no strings attached. But no one said anything about scarves…
When Tommy graduates, will Carly let him go—or will she keep him for herself?
Warning: Contains an older woman in charge, a younger man eager to please and a silk scarf tied to a headboard.
So be on the lookout for those exciting books! Now it’s everyone’s favorite time here on Wild and Wicked Cowboys–the exclusive, super-steamy excerpt from the next release, Crushing on the Cowboy! This is my first foray into M/M cowboys, but Mitch and Paulo just demanded that their story be told. So here it is!
Mitch propped himself up on his forearms as he kissed Paulo, his tongue sliding deep. On some level, this was ridiculous. It was the middle of the night, less than five hours since the last time he’d gotten off. But that didn’t stop him.
He needed this man—needed the way Paulo made him feel. Suddenly, after twenty-one years of not having a man to kiss, Mitch couldn’t go another twenty-one hours without touching Paulo.
Paulo let him kiss him for a minute, just lying there and letting Mitch work over him. Then, almost against his will, Mitch shifted and his cock came into contact with Paulo’s. Mitch groaned at the touch, hard and soft and hot—so hot—all together and focused on the point where his cock lay against Paulo’s.
“Sim,” Paulo whispered as Mitch tried to keep himself from thrusting against Paulo, tried to keep himself cool calm and collected. “Ó, Mitch,” he moaned, his own hips lifting to slide his cock up and back against Mitch’s.
“Yeah?” Mitch asked, his breath coming in shorter and faster bursts as he moved over Paulo. What they’ve done before—the way Paulo had gotten him off—that hadn’t been that different from how he normally got off.
Okay, that was a lie—it’d been wildly different—wildly better. But it was still the same basic mechanic motion of getting off that Mitch had been doing since he was thirteen.
But this? This was something entirely different. Mitch was thrusting against Paulo, his cock sliding over the throbbing erection. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, really. He just knew he couldn’t stop.
He leaned up on his hands so he could look down and see where they were touching. “Paulo.” It was more a sound that pulled itself out of his chest than one he chose to speak.
“Sim,” Paulo said, and then he was touching Mitch, running his hands through Mitch’s hair and tilting his head up so Paulo could kiss him again. He didn’t stop there and Mitch didn’t want him to. His hands drifted down over Mitch’s chest, where he gently tweaked his nipples. He leaned forward and put his teeth on Mitch’s skin, dragging them down to the point of his nipple. He began to suck.
That was enough to make Mitch lose his rhythm. All he could do was hold himself up and feel Paulo’s lips on his body. He had not expected that to be so overpowering, but it completely short-circuited his brain. The only thing he could think, feel, was Paulo tugging on his nipple. Who would’ve ever guessed something as useless as a man’s nipple could feel so wonderful?