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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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 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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Naked Cowboys for a hot Sunday!

Happy Sunday! Here are some Naked Cowboys for you to play with.

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

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

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

Buck Naked

BuckNaked72lgAmy Stark has it all together—except for chronic bad taste in men. She’s firmly in hands-off-all-men mode when a flat tire forces her to accept the help of exactly the type of man she’s sworn off. Arrogant, cocky and condescending.

When she runs into him again later that day and then finds out her brother has invited him for dinner, the fire between them has a sizzle of a different kind.

At eighteen, Buck Montgomery left home to make his mark on the bull-riding circuit. He may have had wild success in rodeo but his personal life is in the dust, and while he’s ready to start a new life he’s wary to expose his heart. Buck knows he should tell Amy the truth, but every time he opens his mouth, hers is right there with kisses like molten lava.

When his past resurfaces at the worst possible time, Buck can only wonder if Amy will love the man he has become…or if the man he was will chase her away.

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Taking over as publisher of The Hill Country Herald was supposed to help Jinx Malone put her personal and professional disasters in New York behind her. Instead, she’s barely settled at her desk when news of a murder hits the police scanner.

Who knew Rowan County could be this exciting? And who knew her first story would bring her into head-butting, hormone-pumping contact with something that’s an even bigger pain in her ass than a cheating ex—a know-it-all cop?

Sheriff Dillon Cross thought retreating to Rowan Country would help him get over a bad case of burnout. But only a few weeks into his job, he’s standing over a dead body in a ditch, arguing with his least favorite thing: a sexy, in-your-face reporter.

Before they’re through buzzing around each other like angry hornets, the last thing either expected happens. They’re in bed, burning up the sheets. But is it a new beginning, or just a bad rerun of past mistakes?

Bare Naked

BareNaked72lgTired of the devious twists and turns of the corporate world, Georgie Zielinski takes her savings and her 401K to little Saddle Wells, Texas where she has bought a closed, rundown Bed & Breakfast. Using her knowledge of years in the hospitality business she plans to rehab the place and open her own B&B. Cade Hannigan was once on top of the world and disgustingly arrogant about it. Now he has fallen to the bottom of the barrel, working as the janitor at the Lone Star Bar and drinking himself to sleep every night.

Cade loses his job at the exact moment that Georgie needs a handyman to help her with the B&B. They are a most unlikely pair, the world weary blond and the down and out cowboy, but electric sparks fly between them. As they work to bring to life the old building to life, something sexually explosive grows between them. Then Cade’s past comes back to slap him in the face and it all falls apart.

It will take more than hot sex to put this couple back together. Come take a wild ride with a hot blonde and the latest naked cowboy.

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In Saddle Wells, she hopes to build a business—and maybe a new life—on the strength of that recipe. But she’s totally unprepared for her sizzling attraction to the artisan carpenter her new friends send her way. Jesse Orosco is ready to roll up his sleeves to renovate Cyn’s storefront, but it’s the self-doubt lurking in her beautiful eyes he wants to tackle first. The five-foot-nothing red-headed dynamo makes his mouth water, and not just because of the tantalizing aromas drifting from the back of her shop. The buzz about the rub’s mysterious ingredient has customers lining up for more, and soon everyone who tries it is making beautiful music in the bedroom—including Cyn and Jesse. But her reluctance to go public with their relationship—and someone in town with a jealous bone to pick—could drive a wedge between Cyn and her smoking-hot cowboy.

Naked Flame

NakedFlame72lgBurned out from years in the Dallas PD, Charity Vance flees to Saddle Wells for a fresh start, someplace to lie low and decide what to do with the rest of her life.

Hanging out with her old college friend in the local bar, she can’t help but notice the sexy, brooding owner. She also notices he needs a waitress. Charity steps in to help—and steps right into his arms.

After two tours in Afghanistan, Liam Douglas has settled nicely into running his dad’s bar, but trying to keep decent help has been running him ragged. Accepting Charity’s help only adds fuel to their explosive chemistry. Although neither one of them wants a relationship, pretty soon they’re burning up the sheets.

When a drug lord Charity helped put away busts out of jail, Liam’s overprotective streak starts to feel more like the strings she didn’t want. And running seems to be the only option to save the town…and her heart. But leaving Liam is more difficult than she thought…especially when he won’t let her go.

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Two new hot Texas men for you – Desiree Holt

Every hero I write about may not be a cowboy but almost every one of them is from Texas. I’m one of those people who always say I wasn’t born here but I got here as fast as I could. I love Texas. There is just something so comfortingly macho about Texas me, whether or not they live on a ranch. So of course my two upcoming heroes are definitely Texans through and through.

I also have had a lot of email from my readers wondering i=when I was going to write more romantic suspense. Well, there is a series in he works but I’ not even ready to tease about it yet. So to whet people’s appetite, I am rereleasing two of my most popular romantic suspense novellas, Escape the Night and Dancing With Danger. You’ll find them in a two-book anthology titled Hot and Dangerous. It’s available on Amazon only, for $3,99, free in Kindle Unlimited.

Here is a taste for you.

Escape the Night

When Anya Kane escaped the darkness Virgil Branson was selling her into, she sought help from her boss, Gus D’Amato, a hot and hunky FBI agent. Six months later she is out of his office and in his bed, enjoying the most erotic sex imaginable and forging a bond with the man who makes every muscle in her body quiver. But things go dramatically wrong, and between bouts of thermonuclear sex that set them both on fire, Gus finds himself struggling to keep them both safe.

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Rachel Windsor knew nothing about Gabriel Peralta except that he was walking sex appeal and blew into her life without notice, here today then gone on a puff of wind. But while he was there he did things to her that even her fantasies hadn’t conjured up, driving her to orgasms that shook her like a raging storm. His mouth knew every inch of her body; the imprint of his intimate kisses lingered long after he disappeared again. Now he’s back again, his life unexpectedly on the line but even in the danger zone his sexual demands were more scorching than ever. Can they survive and find a way to make a life together? Because Rachel is determined not to give up the erotic lifestyle that binds them together.

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Win a Signed Paperback – Randi Alexander

I’m hard at work with the co-author of Legend Awakening to finish the second book in the Diaries of a Casanova series, Twisted Angel. You’re going to love this second book, and it’ll be even better if you’ve read the first one, so I’m giving away a signed copy to one lucky commenter.

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The amazing story of Legend Awakening comes from a real-life country singer whom I met when I worked at a concert arena. While chatting, I mentioned that I wrote romance novels, and he proceeded to tell me the story of his life.

Wow, I couldn’t believe how interesting it was, and when he suggested I write a fictionalized account of his life, I thought he was joking. Until he called me!

When we decided to publish the first book, we were looking for someone to embody the real-life persona of my co-author, whose penname is Leo J. Canyon. That’s when I thought of Jackson Young, a wonderful singer/songwriter, actor, model, and truly great person. When I asked if he would be willing to model for the book covers and appear at romance conventions, he agreed, and it’s been a wonderful friendship for us since.

If you haven’t met Jackson in person, be sure to come to one of the upcoming events we’ll be attending. Later this month, we’ll be in Las Vegas for Romance Novel Convention. Then in October, find us at Midwestern Book Lovers Unite. More appearances next year, so keep an eye on my website to see if we’ll be in your area. We’d love to meet you!

Now for winning a paperback copy of Legend Awakening – head to my website and read the book blurb, then come back and ask a question about the book. I’ll answer them all and choose a winner next week.

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the fascinating story of Legend Awakening!


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Being Seduced by the Dark side of History-Amanda McIntyre

Amanda McIntyre  photo by Kimberly RochaAs with many authors here at Wild & Wicked Cowboys, I write in other genres. One of those is erotic historical, and recently I’ve embarked on yet another twist–that being erotic historical thriller! Now I like to think that all my heroes have a little bit of “cowboy” in them–and it’s true.  Recently, I featured my dark erotic historical THE DARK SEDUCTION OF MISS JANE, up exclusively at Amazon for a free weekend. Mainly I wanted to see how readers would respond to A) free books…#NomNomNom and B) an erotic historical thriller with a Satisfied for now ending.

This book is special to me for more reason s than I can list. Writing it wasn’t just a how I’d normally write a book–it was a journey, both for my heroine, Jane and for me. It was a step in my writing that I wasn’t expecting, characters that appeared that I didn’t anticipate. It was delightful and rather unsettling at times as to where that journey took me. But I grew as a writer and that’s what I hope for when I read a book, and that’s what I want my readers to experience when they read my books. Lofty goals one might say? Perhaps. But I am an artist at heart. I write as I see it transpire in my mind’s eye. I aspire for the reader to experience the same. DarkSeductionofMissJane_hires

Set in Victorian London in the tumultuous summer of 1887 (prior to the 1888 Ripper Murder spree) here is a little bit about The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane.

A scandalous betrayal sets Jane Goodwin on an unexpected journey to London to pursue her dream of being the first female investigative journalist, but she soon finds herself in a hotbed of murder and controversy. Seduced by the passions of a mysterious lover and stalked by a mad man, tensions mount as Jane falls prey to her desires, only to discover a deadly secret that threatens more than her trust in men.

Inspector Randolph Mansfield is one of Scotland Yard’s elite, battling the dark secrets of his past while trying to solve a rash of grisly murders threatening to mar the Queens jubilee. His respite is the anonymity he finds in the decadence of a private gentleman’s club, until a determined American journalist goes undercover in search of her stalker, and he finds the lines between protection and passion blurred. But as tensions heat and her life is threatened, he must choose whether to reveal his true identity at the risk of losing her trust and his career.

Here is an excerpt–

Cold reality assuaged her as she realized that stepping over the threshold would irrevocably change her life. With her choice came the possibility that no respectable man would accept her after tonight. Then again, perhaps he was an older gent who only wished to have her read to him. She took a deep breath as the champagne she’d consumed slid luxuriously through her body, alleviating her concerns. Jane raised her fist and tapped lightly, sending the door to squeak open on its hinges.

“Close the door behind you,” a disembodied voice stated.

Inside, she let her eyes adjust to the flickering candlelight. She stood just inside the doorway, surveying the elegant splendor. The room, clearly designed for a man, featured exquisite taste. Dark velvet drapes covered the windows, blocking out both sound and light. Crimson flocked wallpaper covered the walls. Jane’s pulse throbbed against her throat as she eased the door shut, sealing her fate.

Cautiously, she stepped farther into the room, scanning the furnishings. The focal point of the space was a massive four-poster bed. Its plush covering was a rich, blood red. Its headboard and thick posts, rising high above the mattress, were made of a polished dark wood that gleamed in the glow of the candles placed around the room. Her gaze drifted to the top of the bed’s corner posts, noting the brass rings and knotted ropes dangling from each one. Aware of the sound of her erratic breathing, she was quickly reminded what might be expected of her.

“I see you’ve worn my favorite color.”

Jane’s heart stilled. She’d nearly forgotten that someone else was in the room. His voice slid over her. A shiver of anticipation brushed over her shoulders. She knew that voice, but that was impossible, wasn’t it? “Yes,” she pushed out in a strangled whisper. “I can see you like crimson.” There was an alcove to one side, shrouded in darkness. The voice spoke from the shadows. She narrowed her gaze, seeking a face to place with the voice.

“You are quite lovely, my dear. What shall I call you?”

“Didn’t Madam McFarland tell you my name?”

“At times the mask brings with it a special name. It makes things…easier,” he explained with a low chuckle.

Jane licked her lips. She had no special name. “If you prefer to give me a name, then that is who I will be.” A brief silence stretched between them.

“What does madam call you?”


“Lizzy,” he repeated, letting the name roll lazily off his tongue. “Lizzy. That will do. Did you get the champagne I sent?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I thought you might need it to…settle your nerves. This is your first time, isn’t it?”

Startled by the creak of leather giving way, her eyes followed the sound. From the shadows emerged the man belonging to the voice that caused the gooseflesh to rise on her skin. Her breath caught at the sight of him in the flickering candlelight. Now without a coat, his well-honed body filled out his form-fitting tan trousers and dark vest. His cravat hung loose and the shirt he wore lay open, revealing a glimpse of his broad chest. He held a drink in one hand and with his other gently tapped a riding whip against his thigh. A gold mask with stark, molded features concealed his face.

Jane held his gaze, mesmerized by his dark, glittering eyes. A wicked smile parted his lips, causing her knees to weaken. That smile confirmed her suspicions. This was no old man, this, was Inspector Mansfield. But did he recognize her?

He walked toward her, taking his time as he assessed her with a predatory gaze. He raised his drink to his lips and his eyes, unashamed, lingered on her breasts. Her heart, already at a steady trot, leapt to a full gallop. Averting her eyes from his, she fought to organize her thoughts, remembering his earlier question. “I can assure you I know how to please a man.”

“Oh, indeed, I’ve no doubt in my mind. What I meant to say is that you are new here at the manor, are you not?”

He circled around behind her. The heat of his body enveloped her as he placed his hand around her waist. Jane’s heart all but stopped. How much longer could she keep up this façade?

“Hold my glass, sweetheart,” he whispered against her cheek.

She took the glass, feeling his warmth against her palm. Fear and need warred inside her.

“Tell me, do you like games, Lizzy?” His mouth touched her bare shoulder, the heat of his breath going straight to her core. She swallowed. Every sense came fully alive. His soap and leather scent wafted around her, mixing with the brandy on his breath. Through hooded lids, she gazed at the flickering candles. A heady redolence enveloped her—exotic, worldly. It evoked the image of a man with enough money to buy whatever he desired—and right now, he desired her.

I invite you to experience more of the The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane at an exceptional price!  And who knows…perhaps you will see more the the handsome Inspector Randolph and the rebellious Jane Goodwin!

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Pick a Book! by Myla Jackson aka Elle James

I’ve been a busy writer! I wanted to share my most recent releases and I hope you’ll check them out.

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RemingtonsLoveOnTheRocksKWThis is a Kindle Worlds project delving into Melissa Foster’s Remingtons World. Escape to the beaches of Cape Cod and enjoy a great summer read.

Grieving widower, John Decker, commemorating the two-year anniversary of the day he lived and his wife died, is dragged back into life by a riptide and a blonde he can’t get out of his thoughts. Plagued with survivor’s guilt, he’s reluctant to enter a new relationship, until he meets a feisty bartender with attitude and curves to go with it.

Roxi Lanier was the typical young teen in the city, happy, full of life and bulletproof, until she became the victim of a violent crime. Her mother moved her to Wellfleet on Cape Cod, away from the scene of her misfortune to start over. Fourteen years later, she’s still afraid to date and be intimate with a man, the scars of her past overriding the happiness she craves. Though she’s an independent owner of a thriving beach bar, she has yet to find success in love. Tides change when she witnesses a suicidal widower diving headfirst into a riptide.

Decker and Roxi struggle to stay afloat through the wreckage of their pasts and the storms of the present to sail into a future together.


NavySEALNewlywed160x253Navy SEAL “Rip” Cord Schafer is officially missing and presumed dead. It’s the perfect cover until he can catch the traitors supplying Honduras terrorists with American arms. It’s not a one-man operation, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine teaming up with a woman—Covert Cowboy operative Tracie Kosart. 

Posing as wealthy newlyweds, Rip soon discovers Tracie is as skilled at playing his sensual “bride” as she is at covering his six. Despite their jungle-hot attraction, Rip senses Tracie’s reluctance to trust him. But when her cover is blown, Rip knows her life depends on his SEAL instincts and her love depends on his unwavering commitment as her “husband.”

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Cheyenne McCray
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Misty Evans
Susan Stoker
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Mandy Harbin
Megan Mitcham
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Something About a Cowboy by Sarah M. Anderson–Coming Soon!

SarahMAndersonhiresHowdy, everyone!

I’m currently at the Lori Foster Reader-Author Get-Together (in fact, at the exact moment this post goes up, I’m probably going to be loading up the car to head home). But I’m writing this on Wednesday, so please pardon the temporal dislocation of the moment!

Our winner from last month was Margie Hager! Congratulations,
Margie! You get a copy of His Lost and Found Family–email me at with your contact info!

NotMy1stRodeo72webMy latest novella, Something About a Cowboy, comes out on June 23rd! It’s part of a new series called that I’m doing with Donna Alward and Jenna Bayley-Burke! We’ve got a website for the series and everything (shockingly, it’s–what were the odds?) It’s a dating website that’s specifically for ranchers who’ve been married before. It was inspired by those commercials we hear on the radio!

Isn’t that a pretty cover?

But there’s so much more to this book than that! I have to say that Something About a Cowboy is, hands down, the most erotic thing I’ve written yet. Here’s the blurb:

He’s a man of his word…and she’s gonna take him up on it.

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SomethingAboutACowboy72webAfter six years working his ranch and raising his boys, widower Mack Tucker is staring down the barrel of another long, lonely winter. Until his grown-up sons decide it’s time for him to move on. They not only sign him up for an online dating site, but also screen the first batch of interested parties.

Mack is furious—until he spots one of the profiles. He’s intrigued. Intrigued enough to drive three hours to Billings to meet Karen Thompson.

Burned by her ex, Karen isn’t interested in diving into another marriage, but she wouldn’t mind dipping her toes back in the dating waters. But this time, things will be different. What could be more trustworthy and honest than a strong, silent cowboy?

Their first date gets steamier than either of them intended, and Mack fears it may be too much, too soon for him. Torn between the past and the present, Mack has to cowboy up or lose the possibility of a future with the woman who makes his broken heart beat again.

Warning: Contains skinny dipping in public, sensual biting, gratuitous use of roses, and a red lace thong. Sometimes all at once.

And you guys know I always save the steamiest excerpt for you, right? You can’t find this anywhere else!

Let me do this for you,” he whispered as he kissed her neck, right under her ear. “I want to know I can still do this.”

He slipped the hand that was around her waist lower, down over the thong she’d specifically bought for just this occasion, down to where her clit was still throbbing from where he’d touched her earlier.

She was whimpering, she realized—whimpering for his touch.

“Do you like that?” he growled in her ear. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

He brushed his fingertips over her clit as he pulled on her nipple and skimmed his teeth over her neck. She opened her mouth to tell him exactly how much she liked it, but no noise came out. She managed a feeble nod.

“I need more than that to go on, darlin’,” he drawled. “You’ve got to let me know when it’s good.”

And he pressed. He pressed down on the hood of her clit and her hips moved all by themselves as she clung to him. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she hissed as he began to move in those small circles again, rubbing her clit.

Mack worked her in silence, with a single-minded determination that she was going to come and come right now. “Oh, God,” she whispered as the orgasm began to build, the pressure on the inside of her body matching the pressure he was applying to the outside. “Oh, God, Mack.”

“Yeah, like that. You’re so damn beautiful,” he growled and then bit down again.

Karen came apart in his arms. Everything about her stiffened and then exploded like a tightly wound spring being freed. All she could do was ride his hand.

Mack caught her as she sagged against him and held her close. “So beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her neck again.

“Oh, Mack,” she gasped, trying to get her eyes to focus again. “Oh, that was wonderful.”

“Not too hard?” he asked, tracing his lips over the warmed part of her neck where he’d been nibbling.

“Just right.” She let him carry her weight as her body relaxed. “Wow. Just…wow.”

He chuckled behind her. “That’s a relief. I was afraid…maybe I’d forgotten how.”

A little part of her heart broke for him. Her marriage and divorce—well, Roger had been an asshole, but she’d thrown her lot in with him. She’d been culpable. But Mack had lost his wife and had spent the last six or seven years alone.

This night had started out about her getting over that final hurdle that Roger had thrown up in her life, reclaiming sex as something fun and enjoyable, as something she was worthy of having. That’s what she’d been trying to get back with all those failed dates and hadn’t. Not until she’d met Mack Tucker.

But now? This wasn’t about only her, not anymore. This was about a lonely man who’d almost forgotten how.

She was going to do her damnedest to help him remember. She could give him that.

So she pivoted in his arms. He let her, but skimmed his hands over her body until he was cupping her butt. “I never knew how much I liked these little panties.” He grinned down at her as he traced his thumbs along the lace.

“I picked them out just for you,” she whispered as she kissed along his jaw. His beard pricked at her skin, warming her up.

She decided that he had on way too much clothing. He still had on his hat, for crying out loud. “What do you like?” she asked as she pulled the bolo tie down and slipped it and the hat off.

“You,” he said. “I like you.”

She laughed at that and hugged him. “That was a sweet thing to say.” Then she grabbed his belt buckle. “But we’re past the point of sweetness.”

WHEW! Steamy, right? Mack is one of my favorite heroes! Something About a Cowboy is available for pre-order now–which means you can read it as soon as it downloads in 2 weeks!

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Summer’s heating up by Beth Williamson

Hard to believe it’s already June! The year is flying by fast, as it usually does, and that means summer’s heat is almost upon us and have I got a few releases coming up to share with y’all!

First up, the final book in the Malloy family series. (Unless I reboot it again – lol). Book 12, THE GEM, hits the the ebook shelves on July 21. If y’all remember, this is the fourth prequel book. This is Charlie Chastain’s story – Francesca’s youngest sister. Francesca is mother to the brood in the original Malloy family books.

And the cover is incredible! Lovelovelove!

Then coming August 4 is the next in the Cowboy 12 pack authors bag of amazeballs… 12 ALARM COWBOYS! So much goodness packed in this dozen novellas of cowboy firefighters. If you haven’t already preordered, it’s at $.99!

Finally to round out the summer comes book 7 in my Circle Eight series, JAMES, on August 18. Oh, this is a good one. James Gibson and Cat Graham are like oil and water, but damn do they burn. These two were close to being my favorite couple in the Cof8 series!

This summer is gonna sizzle y’all! Woohoo!



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