Guest Blogger Molly Ann Wishlade – A Rancher for Rosie

Hey there, cowboy lovers! I’m thrilled to be here today to tell you about my August book release A Rancher for Rosie, the second book in my historical romance series The Duggans of Montana.


Each book follows the journey of a different Duggan sibling as they fall in love. This love is passionate, life-altering and mind-blowing because once it begins to unfold, there is no turning back. Only by surrendering to this love, and by finding a way forwards to live with this love, can the characters find their happy ever after.

Here’s an excerpt:

Rosie pressed her nails into her palms. Her stomach was tight and she quivered from head to toe. She could stop this now, could tell Joshua that she wasn’t ready, that she wanted to wait. But she wouldn’t do that. She wanted him. Even through her nerves, she sizzled with raw, unfettered longing for this man.


Before she had to turn him away forever.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head then stepped out of his trousers and boots. His union suit bulged at his groin and it made Rosie tremble to see the evidence of his desire. His broad shoulders and strong muscular forearms quickened her heartbeat and sent heat rushing to her forbidden parts.

As Joshua removed his union suit and stood before her naked, Rosie knew what it was to be stunned into silence. He was perfect. From his sandy hair to his strong calves with their golden fuzz, he was pure man. His chest was defined and smooth. His stomach rippled with tight muscles which made him seem like he’d been carved out of wood by a master carpenter. And his cock… She almost giggled at the word she’d heard her brothers use but it seemed so appropriate now that she could see it.

It protruded from his body. Long. Thick. Dusky pink. Purple veined. Rosie clenched her hands over her stomach as she realized what Joshua was about to do. How could she take him…take his large member inside her?

Joshua lowered himself to rest on his elbows above her.

“Are you all right, Rosie?”

She reached out and caressed his cheek, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Yes, Joshua. A little nervous but I want this. I need to be with you.”

“Oh my angel,” he whispered as he slid her shift above her hips and brushed the back of his hand over her mound.

Rosie tensed, waiting to feel him pushing his cock between her legs. But he didn’t. Instead, he continued caressing her until she moaned with need. He slipped his fingers between her folds and touched her everywhere, from her hard bud to the tight entrance to her body. At first, it was strange, even tickly, but as he continued, every touch made her desire grow. He moved his thumb in a circular motion until she began to move with him, lifting her hips to meet him. So when he finally pushed a finger inside her, she took him easily and gratefully, moaning as he probed her gently before adding another.

“Do you like that Rosie?”

“Yes…so much.”

“How about this?”

He moved down her body, kissing her breasts through her chemise and nibbling at her hard nipples. Then he kissed her belly and blew into her navel, tracing its hollow with his tongue. When he moved lower still, she gasped. He couldn’t do that. He shouldn’t. Surely?

“Relax, sweetheart. This should feel good.”

Rosie sank into the hay as Joshua covered her sex with his lips and tongue. He sucked and licked until she could control herself no longer and she bucked against him, begging him for more and more and more. When she reached a sudden point of no return, heat surged through her body, starting at her core then flooding through her limbs. She writhed beneath him, wanting it to last forever, mewling as each spasm left a reminder of the intensity she had experienced just seconds before.

As the delicious sensations ebbed away and Joshua crawled back up her body, Rosie’s cheeks glowed.

“What just happened?” she croaked, her throat restricted by emotion.

“I pleasured you my love. Did you like it?” He grinned and Rosie realized that he was proud.

“It was wonderful, Joshua.”

“I’ve never done that before,” he admitted, blushing.

“I’m glad to hear that but you were very skilled.”

“Thank you, Rosie. It was a pleasure.”

“It was indeed.”

“Anytime, ma’am.” He winked wickedly.

Rosie swallowed hard to dislodge the lump that swelled in her throat. Anytime? How she wished it could be true. But Joshua’s sweet, hot kisses would belong to another. She had but a temporary hold on them. On him.


Hope you enjoyed that! If you’d like to read more about Rosie and her gorgeous rancher, you can find A Rancher for Rosie via the links below.

Enjoy the rest of August!

Molly XXX


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Or you can purchase Volume 1 of the series in paperback (Includes Harlot at the Homestead and A Rancher for Rosie):

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A Witch in the Old West-Jinx 2 by Gem Sivad

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Giving Away One Copy

Blood Stoned

Jinx 2, Maggie Jenks, Witch of the Old West

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     1887. Maggie Jenks, is a natural healer. She lays-hands on the sick, tends the wounded, and brings the almost dead back to life. Then she moves on. That’s what usually happens anyway. When Maggie arrives in Willow Springs, New Mexico Territory, she’s greeted with enough ill-health to keep her feet planted for a long visit, and enough magic in the air to make her want to stay.
After a strange malady sweeps down from the railroad tunnel in Raton Pass, leaving bloodless carcasses littering the ground and town citizens lingering in half-death, it will take Maggie, her shifter mate, Hunter, and an amulet infused with harvested magic, to save the living from the walking undead.


Hunter wrapped his arms around me, carrying me with him as he Beautiful young witch casting a spellrolled onto his back. I ended up draped over his body, a position not without merit.

I might as well have been naked since my chemise didn’t offer much cover. He was naked. I stared into Hunter’s human face as his arousal pressed against my belly. He held my gaze and put his hand on my rump, urging me higher to cradle the erection between my thighs.

“Don’t you ever talk?” I grumbled.

“Not well.” He slid his other hand up my back to pull my head down closer to his. “Do you need words?”

He was a big man. Though I lay plastered on top of his body, he could easily overpower me and take what he obviously wanted. A beast might. I stared into his eyes, trying to judge who controlled Hunter at the moment.

“Beautiful,” he said gruffly. His forehead furrowed as he evidently struggled to find more words to give me.

A knot of tears rose from the vicinity of my heart, clogging my throat and wetting my eyes. He might not know many words, but the one he’d chosen to give me made me melt for him.

“You are beautiful too,” I whispered and leaned into him, framing his face with my hands as I brushed my mouth across his.

 I thought of a hundred more words to describe him but his tongue brushed the seam of my lips, and after I opened to him, I had little breath to spare or desire for talk.

His hands slid under my top, drawing the material upward. When he paused to cup my breasts, teasing the already hardened nipples with his thumbs, I moaned, the sound welling up from deep inside of me.  I whimpered in protest when Hunter interrupted our kiss, pulling the wet chemise over my head.

But then it was better. We were skin-to-skin, nipple to nipple, mouths fused. I breathed in Hunter, and sat up, wanting more. My legs were spread wide when I set a knee on either side and I straddled him.

His hands petted my hips for a moment, his touch gentle, almost reverent. I didn’t want gentle or reverent. It had been some time since I’d experienced the pleasure of coupling and I lifted higher, eagerly rubbing the head of his shaft in the wet heat between my legs.  

I fitted him to my slick channel and then paused. He growled, but it was a very manly sound. I had a grin on my lips when I began lowering myself, planning to enjoy his hard length one lovely inch at a time. Hunter’s big frame bowed beneath me; he arched his back, pressing upward, and when he sheathed himself fully in one thrust, I came. And came. And came some more.

When my eyes uncrossed and I could again manage speech, I patted his shoulder and praised him.

“Nice.” Insipid though my description, it was the only word I could form as I slumped over him.

“Now mine,” he said gruffly. His gaze locked on me as he flipped us over, cradled my rump, shoved my wet chemise under by back, and began thrusting.  

I held on, wrapped my legs around his waist, and enjoyed a different kind of ride. He pounded into me, stopping only once to raise his head and demand, “Your name. Say your name.”

“Maggie Jenks,” I whispered, hoping he hadn’t forgotten who I was already.

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He wanted to give her some Hard Lovin’

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Hard Lovin’

One of my personal favorites I’ve written

She thought he was a wandering cowboy, an itinerant musician, but she was drawn to him just the same.

Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can’t get enough each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they’re back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?


”Last set of the night folks,” he announced. “And last call. Thanks for coming out to see me. I’ll be heading out in the morning. Got folks waiting for my music someplace else, but I hope to get by this way again.”DH_HardLovin_LargeWithoutLogo

He was leaving? Tonight?

Erin’s hands tightened around her glass. No, he couldn’t leave. Not when she’d just found him. Maybe found the key to unlock the shambles of her life. No, no, no. Maybe she could find out where he was going next.

And what, idiot? Trail after him like some groupie? Some camp follower?

But she just knew she couldn’t let him go.

Then she heard him say, “I’m singing this last set for someone really special. Someone who looks like she needs music in her life.”

He picked out the opening notes of a song, eyes focused directly at her. Erin stared at him, hypnotized by his music, as his fingers picked out the first notes of a song and he began singing about a lost soul and the home it was looking for. He was right. He could have been singing directly to her. He wasn’t a man who played for others as much as for himself. And now her.

The music was so sweet, so magical. She let it wash over her like warm rain cleansing her. It almost transported her to some other time, some other place, where the thing with Cal had never happened and the wedding of the century wasn’t scheduled for the next day. Sudden applause roused her. When she heard him say, “Thanks for comin’ out folks. I appreciate it,” she realized the troubadour was finished for the night, even though she wasn’t half ready for him to be done.

She slid from the tiny booth, fished in her purse and dropped some money on the table for her drink and the tip. Dragging her feet she headed for the door, unwilling to break the spell the music had woven around her. She jumped skittishly when she felt a hand on her arm and automatically tried to pull away.

“It’s just me, sugar,” the smoky voice said.

And inexplicably inside her body she relaxed.

“Thank you for the song,” she told hm.

“My pleasure. Thanks for sticking around.”

He pushed open the back door of the building and guided her out into the parking lot.

“My truck’s over there.” She pointed to a far end of the lot.

“I’ll walk you over to it.”

But she couldn’t make her feet move. Couldn’t take the steps to lead herself away from this man. Deep down inside she knew Grady Sinclair was danger but a different kind than she’d been swallowed by. There was safety in this danger, as paradoxical as that sounded.

Without warning he stopped and pulled her gently into his arms. His hands stroked her back while his lips brushed her mouth. There was something about being wrapped up in him like this, something about the signals her body was sending. About the heat they were generating. She wanted to plaster herself to him and never move. Grady Sinclair would never hurt her. Deep in her gut she knew it with a certainty.

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Three Short, HOT Stories from Randi Alexander

My newest release has three sexy cowboy stories to help stretch your summer days. Available at Amazon only right now (but please contact me if you read in a different format!)

Hot Summer Lovin’

Hot Summer Lovin', Randi Alexander


Banging the Cowboy
Every Saturday for a year, Annie Paris has lusted after Rafe McCord from behind her drumset on stage at the honky tonk. The Big Cowboy, they call him, and rumors say he likes it rough in the bedroom. The thought of banging him makes Annie’s body tingle and heat. But Rafe is a one-night-stand kind of guy, and Annie couldn’t handle seeing him every Saturday, knowing she’d already had her one night with him. That there’d be no more.

Tonight, something’s different. Rafe doesn’t leave with a woman. And he’s been staring at Annie since he came in the door. At closing time, he sets his longneck on the bar, and swaggers toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his smile pure sexual invitation. Annie’s slit contracts and her nipples harden. Oh, God, if he asks her to his house for a rough ride on his big, hard cock, where would she find the strength to say “no”?

Lightning Heat
When Toni Keeps takes her horse for a ride on his property, Cash Masterson worries as an unexpected storm races down on the ranch off of the Rocky Mountains. Cash has grown close to Toni since the night she appeared bruised and limping, wanting to board her horse in his barn. But Toni’d been through a lot in her life, and Cash isn’t going to be one of those guys who hits on her because she’s beautiful, sweet, and sexy as sin.

Toni has waited a year for her chance, and when she arrives back at Cash’s ranch wet and cold, she gladly accepts his offer to come into the house and dry off. Are her feelings toward the big, handsome rancher just a one-way thing? Or can she convince the cautious cowboy to give her a chance?

Skin Deep
Layne Starwood drives all the way from Denver to a barely-there town in rural Colorado to drink away her self-pity in a watering hole aptly-named The Wrong Turn Bar. Taking a seat near one of the three customers, she orders a beer and begins her mission. Starting up a conversation with the quiet cowboy hiding in the shadow of his Stetson, she unburdens her sad story on him then is shocked to learn of his tragic history.

The scar on Kyle’s face mirrors the ache in his heart, and after a long evening of talking, Layne realizes the man is as modest and kind as he is funny. She lets herself indulge in a touch, a kiss, and a wild, hot hour in his arms. Can she convince him to spend the rest of the weekend with her, or are his scars too deep for her to try to heal?


Have a good week, and always dream of cowboys!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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The BIG Reveal! by Amanda McIntyre


Romance writer inspiration. Good friend, Terry Terranova and a new cover model at RT 2014.

 So, interesting story.  I “came out” this week—yep, I publicized for the first time ever on my “personal” Facebook page that I AM A ROMANCE WRITER.

Let me paint this picture –Imagine a painfully shy, young girl in school. Quiet, librarian-type very lady-like (that’s still mostly true.) never creating a ruckus (I admit, that’s NOT true, anymore ;)

You get the idea. And as if Junior High and High school isn’t painful enough, I happened to work in an Indie bookstore in our small, rural community. It had tons of paperbacks, greeting cards, and those brown-wrapped magazines on the highest shelf of the rack. My senior year, I was dubbed the one most likely to one day own an “adult book store.” (Yep, the prediction is on the senior breakfast program.)

Not an easy badge to wear as a shy kid ;) Or was it kismet? I mean, I don’t own an adult bookstore, but I have some pretty spicy reads under my belt! Ha!

After some twenty+ years of school, work, and starting a family, we returned to our hometown with the desire to raise our kids near grandparents and in a small town atmosphere. I became a columnist advocate for the Fine Arts in our schools, eventually transitioning to reviewing books and then leaping off the fence to take a stab at writing them. All the while, writing, raising kids, volunteering, and no one, but my family and a few very close friends knew I was an author.

This year is my 40th class reunion. Yes, I say it loud and proud—40th!! And I decided that it was time that my classmates knew what I’d been doing the past decade or so! Most of my classmates and I literally went through school together (K-12.) This has been quite a revelation for some of them and it has been both liberating and terrifying to at last, reveal my passion for writing romance to those who’ve known me for so long. Who knows, maybe I’ll gain a few more readers along the way;)

In my latest release, Renegade Hearts, Dalton Kinnison is placed in the category of “bad” boy” due to his drinking habit and hanging at the bar playing pool. (possible reference to the Music Man , there) but his past waltzes in looking more beautiful  and less interested than when they last met. He doesn’t want to have feelings for the woman that burned him, but little does he know that this woman has a secret that could blow the lid off his little sequestered-in-a-bottle world.

Thank you to all the readers who’ve let me know how much they’ve enjoyed the Kinnisons and to all who’ve asked–Yes! There WILL be more stories coming from the interesting characters of End of the Line, Montana, and the Last Hope Ranch! (More on this to come! stay tuned!)

If you haven’t yet checked out the Kinnison Brothers, I sure hope you will give them a try!

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Rugged Hearts , Book I

Rustler’s Heart, Book II

Renegade Hearts, Book III

If you’re in the Atlanta area next week, would love to see you at the Authors After Dark book signing,(read more here)  Saturday , August 15, at the Sheraton Downtown Atlanta. I’ll have all three Kinnison Legacy books for signing!

Until next time, blessings & cowboy dreams!


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Fun at RWA15 with Sarah M. Anderson!

Hi Everyone! I’m back and finally getting my voice back after a wild few days in New York SarahMAndersonhiresCity at #RWA15! But before I get to the hilarious stories and pictures, last month’s winner of a copy of His Lost and Found Family was…

Annette A! Annette, congratulations! Send your address and format preference (print with bonus goodies or epub ebook file) to!

Okay! Now back to the hilariousness!

So the first thing I did was fly into New York and catch a show–A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder (it was hilarious!). That sounds simple, right? What wasn’t simple was the absolute MAD dash I had to make through Times Square to get to the show on time. See, I’d been traveling with Pamela Hearon, a Superromance author, and she’d reserved a car for us. Which didn’t show. Like, ever. Eventually we got a cab and the driver did his very best but every time we’d start to move in traffic, we’d get stopped again. Fire trucks. Delivery vans. Stoplights.

I was seeing the show with Tahra Seplowin, a Harlequin Desire editor and native New Yorker. Finally, we got close to Times Square and the driver thought I could make it. I hauled my 50 pounds of luggage out of the taxi’s trunk and was on the phone with Tahra, who was frantically trying to flag me down. Finally, we spotted each other and I got across the street to where she was and that woman, bless her heart, grabbed all 50 pounds of my rolling luggage and TOOK OFF through a crowded Times Square as only a native New Yorker can. I couldn’t keep up with her. By the time I reached her, she was already putting my luggage in the coat check in the theater. We raced up four flights of stairs (of course we had the cheap balcony seats!) and sat down, said “Hi, it’s nice to meet you!” as we panted–and the lights went down.

Yup. Thanks to New York Traffic, I cut it exactly that close. But we saw a great show! I also saw Something Rotten later in the trip, which was a hilarious riff on Shakespeare. I highly recommend!

The next morning I had breakfast in Katz’s Deli with author Laura K. Curtis–that’s where the infamous “I’ll have what she’s having” scene in When Harry Met Sally was filmed. And then we went for a corset fitting at Orchard Corset Center. The proprietors of the shop are known as Bra Whisperers–they can fit you just by looking at you! I got two corsets, an overbust one in a deep blue with gold detail stitching and an emerald green underbust one. Laura got a beautiful black corset.

The owners are husband and wife and the wife does all the lacing and fitting. I wear corsets almost every day for back pain and support so when she said, “Are you ready?” in a thick New York accent, I said I was–I knew what to expect, right?

Have you seen those scenes in movies where the heroine has to hold onto the bedpost? (Titanic had one, I believe.) Yeah, I needed a bedpost. That woman pulled the corset laces so tight, so fast that I fell back into her and almost knocked her off her stool.

Her response? “I thought you said you were ready!”

Yes, I did die of a little embarrassment there. I really did.

After all of these fun times, the conference actually started!

I got to meet and hang out with a bunch of wonderful women, including the Superromance authors at a wine and cheese party!

Then there was the famous Harlequin Black and White Ball (you can see one of my corsets in the picture). It was held at the Waldorf Astoria again this year and it’s just such a magical time and place. To think–I get to go party at the Waldorf with all these fabulous authors!


RWA is always such a good time because writing is often a solitary sport–this is the only chance so many of us have to actually see and hang out with people who understand us and why we do what we do.

I did a panel with W&W’s very own Cynthia D’Alba on getting your muse to cooperate–that was fun, too. Picture me sitting at a table and telling innocent authors, “YOU MUST WRITE CRAP” in ominous tones. Which really just means that sometimes you have to write it the wrong way to figure out how to write it the right way, but I *might* have scared a few people with that one. Oh, well!

Next month I’ll be back with more information on my latest release, His Son, Her Secret, but here’s the blurb:

Their families tore them apart. Can their baby bring them back together? 

For more than a year, Byron Beaumont has tried to get over Leona Harper. Not even living overseas could erase the memory of their affair…or her betrayal. Her family has been out to destroy his for decades, and despite Byron trusting her, making love to her, Leona kept her identity hidden. Now that Byron is back—as her new employer—he wants answers.

But what he gets is another surprise. Leona has given birth to his son. He’ll do what it takes to care for his family, even if it means spending days—and nights—wanting the one woman he can’t have…

Plus–right now? His Son, Her Secret is on SALE at Amazon–only $2.88 for the print! Preorder it now because I don’t know how long that price will last!

CONTEST! His Son, Her Secret is the next book in the Beaumont Heirs series, so one lucky commenter will get a copy of Tempted by the Cowboy, a Beaumont Heirs book with a cowboy in it! Just leave a comment and answer this question:

If you were going to see a show on Broadway, what would you see?

Have a great day, everyone!

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The end of a journey with the Malloys by Beth Williamson

Hey y’all, Beth Williamson here! I’m pleased as punch to announce the release of THE GEM, book 12 in the Malloy Family series. It’s also the last book in the series. For now. ;)

I began the journey with the first 8 books in the series, then added book 8.5, to round out the stories for the Malloy siblings. People began asking me for more! I couldn’t take those folks any further, so when a reader suggested to me to write the parents’ story, I fell into prequels.

I’ve written four of them, THE FORTUNE, THE PROSPECT, THE JEWEL and now THE GEM. THE FORTUNE is the story of John and Francesca Malloy, parents to my brood of awesome brothers and sister in the original 8 books. Francesca has 3 sisters, and now they have stories too. :)

Life gives you what you want. But you have to fight for what you need.

Charlie Chastain is an oddity, and it doesn’t bother her a bit. Her life in Ft. Laramie—hunting game, up to her elbows in carcasses, stitching hide clothing—suits her independent spirit.

So what if she’s not a great beauty like her sisters? No one will force her into society’s mold, much less a dress. But to say she is completely happy would be a lie—and no one understands that better than the only man in her life she trusts. Elijah Sylvester.

Aside from serving as the fort’s resident fix-it man, Eli has spent a lifetime fighting bullies who consider him stupid, a throwaway. He fights his feelings for the woman who makes his heart hammer, but considers him nothing more than a friend.

When Charlie’s restless feet send her off on a new adventure, Eli saddles up so she doesn’t go unprotected. But their trip takes a dangerous turn and suddenly the hunters become the hunted. And by the time Charlie realizes how much Eli means to her, it could be too late.




As a side note, free in ebook! In case you haven’t seen or heard about it, I’ve made Circle Eight: Caleb free in ebook. I wanted to be sure everyone had a chance to get to know the Grahams. Haven’t picked up a copy? Here are quick links for you – Enjoy!

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Navy SEALs, Texas Cowboys–A Firestorm of Desire!

I am scrambling this morning! I have two new releases! I hope you’ll buy both of them! One features a Navy SEAL, the other a Texas cowboy. Really, how can you choose? But here’s the scoop. Be sure to pop into both parties–chat with me or the other authors, win prizes!

And hey, if you read my stories, would you consider leaving a review to let other readers what you thought? Those reviews do make a difference!

Through Her Eyes


Ex-SEAL and expert sniper, Wolf Kinkaid, is taking a little downtime while he considers his options. Being wooed by two elite black ops groups, he’s enjoying Charter Group’s beach house while he considers his options. A loner by nature and occupation, he wonders if he’ll ever really be able to connect to people around him. Afraid his loner nature will sentence him to spending his life alone, he’s not even sure he wants to continue looking down a scope, even if the pay’s good.

Bounty hunter Piper Ames loves the adrenaline rush she gets from her high-stakes hunts, but now, she has time on her hands as she waits for her collar to pop up his head so she can take him down. While she’s waiting, it doesn’t hurt that a big, buff, ex-military type is staying right next door. Not the least shy about going after what she wants, she’s surprised when he’s equally as aggressive. Their chemistry is off the charts, and the sex is the hottest she’s ever had.

While Wolf and Piper connect in the only ways their independent natures allow, danger lurks. When, at last, her target arrives, guns blazing, Wolf and Piper have to pull together to make it out alive.

Purchase here for just $1.99!

Read an excerpt at the bottom of this post!


Join all the authors: Cat Johnson, Kennedy Layne, Olivia Jaymes, Becky McGraw, Sabrina York, Elle James, Paige Tyler, Marissa Dobson, Desiree Holt, Geri Foster, Donna Michaels, Susan Stoker, J.M. Madden and Siobhan Muir! There will be book snippets and prizes!

WHEN: All Day!

WHERE: Cat Johnson’s Kindle Worlds Launch Party

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12-Alarm Cowboys

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AFTER THE FIRE by Cora Seton
When a series of fires keeps bringing him to her door, a firefighter must uncover his ex-girlfriend’s secret or risk losing her forever.
WHERE THERE’S SMOKE (A Cowboy Way Novella) by Becky McGraw
Cowboy Austin McBride follows a herd to a new town, but firefighting is his passion, so he applies at a local station. Standing between him and the job is a blonde bombshell who thinks she’s a shoe-in.
SADDLES AND SOOT by Cynthia D’Alba
Rancher and volunteer firefighter extinguishes a grass fire accidentally started by the town’s sexy temporary veterinarian but there’s something about her that ignites a fire inside of him.
CONTROLLED BURN (Cowboys on the Edge, Book One) by Delilah Devlin
Rancher and volunteer firefighter assigns himself to watch a reformed firebug during a controlled burn but she lights the fire inside him instead of the dead grass around them.
HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL by Beth Williamson
When an arson investigator returns to her hometown she clashes with the firefighter cowboy who broke her heart. Embers turn to sparks between a cowboy and his firefly cowgirl.
HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY (Book 6: Harland County) by Donna Michaels
Sparks reignite when one-nighters reunite. Can the firefighter/Guardsman convince the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he finds the courage to volunteer his heart?
When a cowboy firefighter works a fire at a nudist resort, he’s sure his ex-girlfriend, the bookkeeper, is to blame. But as he investigates her, his gut tells him he’s going to get burned.
A Cowboy-Volunteer Firefighter helps a runaway city girl put out a car fire only to find himself embroiled in a hot little mess of ex-boyfriend persuasion.
REKINDLED (Dallas Fire & Rescue, Book One) by Paige Tyler
A hunky firefighter rescues his best friend’s sexy sister from a hotel fire set by her psychotic ex-boyfriend who’d rather see her dead than with another man.
TEXAS WILDFIRE by Sable Hunter
Honored VFD hero is no angel. In love with his Captain’s wife, all hell breaks loose when Titan learns Makenna is abused. The firestorm their love ignites is so intense no one will emerge unscathed.
HOT IN THE SADDLE – Randi Alexander
When a rancher/volunteer firefighter is injured saving the life of a female stockcar racer, she stays to pay her debt of gratitude. Will he regret risking his life when he learns why she came to Texas?
When offered a second chance to seduce his high school crush, cowboy/fireman Cade Silver cannot resist. Despite her resistance, he is determined to win her, come hell or high water.

Purchase your copy here!

Read an excerpt here!


You know who will be there! See the list of contributors above!

WHEN: 1:00 to 9:15 PM Eastern Time

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Excerpt from THROUGH HER EYES:

What had started as sexy fun for Piper quickly became intense and complicated. Like the steady thrusts delivered by the powerful dude who now quivered over her. He wouldn’t last long, she knew it. Saw it in the corded muscles of his jaw. But she didn’t really care. She was right there. Ready. Primed by her imagination, by their dirty game, by his intensity.

He held her close, so close she could feel his heart beat against her chest. Their bodies writhed together, her breasts flush against him, her legs clamping tightly around his hips as he surged into her, his cock grinding against sensitive nerves inside her channel and her rigid clit. Even their faces touched, every single moment, cheeks rubbing, lips sliding then connecting. This fuck was more personal than anything she’d ever experienced, and the intimacy scared her just a little. Which oddly shot her arousal through the stratosphere.

“Jesus,” he whispered in her ear before her bit her lobe. “I want to crawl right inside your body. You feel so fucking good—hot, tight.”

“You’re there. All the way up. And I’m close,” she said, nipping his shoulder. “Don’t wait on me.”

Huffing out a hot breath, he gave her a long glide, then several shorter, sharper thrusts. “I wanted to do everything right. Had it planned in my head—all the things I’d do.”

“We’ve got a week,” she said, clawing at his back then pinching the muscles framing his spine. “Give it to me hard.” She scissored her legs, sliding her calves along his sweaty skin, trying to climb him, trying to pump her hips to urge him to move faster, harder.

He pulled his arms free, then grabbed hers, sliding his hands until he manacled her wrists and drew her arms high above her head. “Loosen your legs, baby. Let me move.”

Ooh, I like how growly his voice is. She opened them wide, toes curling, as he got his knees beneath him and began to power into her body.

Inside, her channel convulsed, rippling along his big shaft. Pleasure curled in her womb, tightening, tightening…

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Hotel Rodeo Sneak Peek #2 by Victoria Vane

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HELL ON HEELS (HOTEL RODEO #1) by Victoria Vane

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

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

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

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Her gaze was even with his chin, requiring her to crane her neck. She hated the advantage his height gave him. It was the reason she always wore heels—to level the playing field. She was five foot seven. Her stilettos made her close to six feet, which allowed her to stand nose to nose with most men, and even gave her a slight advantage over Evan who was only four inches taller than she was, but Ty had her by half a head.

“The twenty grand you refused?”

“No, the ten I accepted along with the—”

“Okay,” she blurted. “You already called my bluff. I’ll give you the twenty. Half now and the rest in three months. I’m being square with you here, Ty. Let’s make this happen.” She almost groaned as Evan’s favorite words spilled from her mouth. She’d been his protégé for five years. It would probably take as many for the stink to wear off.

Ty cocked his head in thought.

She waited, fighting the urge to tap her heel.

“All right,” he said at last. “I can accept that deal… on the provision that I still have the last word on operations.”

“Absolutely not! I’ll make all the final decisions.”

“That ain’t gonna fly with me, Sugar. Tom let me have free rein. If you want me to stay, you’ve got to let me handle things my way.”

“Equal say,” she countered. “Partners. Just like you and Tom.”

He shook his head. “Tom and I are like-minded but you and me? We’re never going to see eye to eye on anything.”

“Probably not,” she agreed.

“Look, Ms. Brandt, one of us has to wear the pants in this relationship.”

Wear the pants? What chauvinistic bullshit! I can’t even believe you said that!”

“Told you I’m old fashioned. ‘Sides,” his gazed roved slowly and suggestively down her body, “you look mighty fine in a skirt.”

She fought a ridiculous surge of satisfaction that he’d taken notice. “Don’t you know I could call you out for sexual harassment?”

“Could you now?” He stepped into her space. “Maybe you need a bit of sexual harassment, Ms. Brandt,” his voice was suddenly low and smooth as silk. “As a matter of fact, I think you need a whole lot of it.”

She retreated a step.

He advanced two.

“You see,” he continued, backing her up to the desk, “I was raised in the belief that anything worth doing, is worth doing right.”

His hands came down on the desk, braced on either side of her. His musky masculine sent washed over her, sucking the air out of her lungs. Evan wore outrageously expensive Clive Christian 1872. Ty Morgan wore “pure cowboy” vintage 1982, earthy, tangy, and tantalizing.


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Magic Mick and a GIVEAWAY! Rhonda Lee Carver

Okay, first, I’m not saying I don’t like watching sexy men undress, but I don’t go out of my way to watch male strippers. Maybe because I’ve been to a few bars where a group of men got on stage, clumsily undressed down to a dirty bikini bottom, sloshed their package around a bit and the ladies all screamed. Just not my thing. It’s okay if you do..but trust me, none look like Channing Tatum. Not even close.

So, it just so happens a friend had her bachelorette party at a bar on best girls night–Magic Mick Night.

We chose a table. I ordered a Sex on the Beach ( ever had one?) and was busily talking to a friend about a Sam Smith concert when I heard, “Ooh, we have some action going on.” I looked around and everyone was staring at me. A half-dressed, long-haired, brute of a guy was standing on stage, pointing at me. What did I ever do to him?

With a smile that showed off white teeth against tan, he lowered his gaze to where I had my hand wedged in between my thighs. Now let me explain. It’s not what you think. I had my hand…well…there. Jeans on. No sexual thoughts. Just my hand tucked up nicely between my inner thighs….Okay…you get the picture. I quickly dragged my hand away and I thought that would be the end of the joke. But noooo…

He came out into the audience and whisked me up on stage. Remember I did say this wasn’t my thing? I was led to a chair in the middle of the stage and not one, not two, but three half-dressed men came out and did a Magic Mike on me…except this was more of a Magic Mick.  ‘Nuff said.


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Reaching the hotel, he led her into the elevator and the second the doors closed, he was next to her dragging her close, pressing her body against the mirrored wall. Her purse dropped to their feet and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her firm breasts pressed his chest and their lips met in abandoned need. Tongues dueled, hearts raced and he gripped strands of her hair in his palm. He moved his free hand to the hem of her skirt, sliding his fingers upward as heat grew against his knuckles. He skimmed his thumb along the cotton covered seam, met with a warm, sinewy moisture. She was wet, just as he suspected.

He slipped his finger along the elastic and pushed it aside, dipping his fingers in the sweet nest. Yes, she was ready alright. Spreading her moist lips, he found the pearl tucked in her silken sheath and flicked it twice. She trembled and a long deep purr fell off her lips.

The bell dinged, warning them.

He pulled back, both panting, chests heaving and he stepped across the small space of the cubicle. The doors opened and a couple stepped in, the woman offered a smile to Jobe. He dipped his hat in greeting.

Across the space, Ruby met his gaze. Her cheeks were perfectly pink and her lips were swollen. He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled her musky scent, smiling. Pure heaven. He couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into the treasure.

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