Falling For Forester by Renee Vincent (Reviews & Excerpt)

RV HeadshotSince the release of Falling For Forester, book 3 of my Mavericks of Meeteetse series, I’ve been on cloud nine with all the positive feedback and reviews this series is getting. I cannot thank my readers enough for traveling with me into a new genre of contemporary cowboy romance. And for all the cowboy romance fans out there who’ve made the leap to try my rugged cowboys on for size, I thank you as well from the bottom of my heart!

Check out some of these Amazon reviews:

“Renee Vincent is my new favorite author. I love a book that makes you laugh and I literally laughed out loud in this one. I was so looking forward to Cole’s story when I met him in Made For McKinley and it did not disappoint. If you haven’t read any of Renee’s books, you’re losing out. I never post spoilers, but this book will not let you down.” —Susan, Amazon reviewer

“Renee Vincent’s series, should please lovers of cowboy romance! It’s well written, steamy and fun to follow!” —Nicole, Amazon reviewer

“And Renee Vincent nails it once again . Cole and Crys story has it all sweet romance, sass and plenty of hottness. This cowboy romance story and series should not be missed. Cannot wait to read Sawyer and Charlotte’s story up next.” —Melissa, Amazon reviewer


Falling for ForesterBecause I love this series so much, I want to share with you an excerpt from Falling For Forester (Cole & Crys).

Perhaps you’d like to start this series over the long 4th of July weekend…personally, I can’t think of a better way to spend the holiday than with a tall glass of iced tea, a shady front porch, and a couple of hunky Wyoming cowboys! Hope you enjoy!

Excerpt:

Nothing says damsel in distress like white smoke billowing from the hood of a full-sized pickup truck on the side of the road. And nothing wills a man to pull over like a nice curvy butt in jeans.

Cole Forester shot a quick glance in his rearview mirror before he decided to stop and help, taking in the length of the woman’s blonde hair falling down her back. Much to his surprise, her beautiful golden locks almost reached her ass, stopping short of her low-rise denim belt loops. He tamped down a smile, pulled over, and threw the shifter into Park.

Looks like my shitty day is finally perking up.

Sammy, his Australian Blue Heeler, barked twice and sat up on the front seat beside him. Cole noticed he no longer struggled with rising to his feet, despite the long, gruesome scar running across his hind leg from a protective mama grizzly a few months ago. Doc Peterson had said it might take as long as six months for Sammy to heal. Cole was thrilled it had taken less.

He scratched Sammy behind the ears and commanded him to stay. The dog whined once in protest but did as he was told.

Cole stepped out of the cab as he adjusted his cowboy hat. Steam still spewed from the radiator of her truck, which he noticed was a three-quarter-ton GMC with alloy wheels and a killer paint job, but the cute blonde was nowhere to be found.

He shut his truck door and pointed another warning to Sammy before walking toward her vehicle. He examined the scene. New truck. Texas plates. Matching horse trailer. And a disappearing lady in distress.

He chuckled to himself, wondering where the hell she went. He’d heard the folks in Texas didn’t mess around. With his luck, she probably ran inside her living quarters for a gun. When he brought to mind her small stature, he couldn’t imagine one ounce of aggression in that sweet little body, much less a woman equipped to wield a firearm.

He walked around the passenger side of her truck and looked down the length of the rig behind it. By the time he peeked through the tinted cab windows, he heard the unmistakable sound of a pump-action shotgun behind him.

He froze and slowly raised his hands to shoulder level. “Easy, ma’am.”

“I’ll ease up after you get back in your truck and roll on, mister.”

Cole smiled, entertained by the woman’s bravery. At six foot five, two hundred forty pounds, he was nothing to sneeze at. And based on the good look he got of her as he drove by, he figured she couldn’t have been much taller than five foot seven.

“I don’t blame you for being cautious in this day and age, little lady, but I’m harmless.”

“Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

“They?”

“Rapists and murderers.”

Cole scoffed. “Might I give you some advice? You shouldn’t hang around people like that.”

“You think you’re funny?”

He did, but was mighty glad she couldn’t see the grin on his face. She’d have pumped his ass full of lead. “Call it a defense mechanism for having a gun pointed at my back. I’m only trying to be a gentleman.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know you well enough to tell if you’re lying. And the longer you stand here, the more suspicious I become of your Good Samaritan act. Consider this a fair warning. I know how to use this thing, I’m far from gullible, and I have trust issues.”

You don’t say. “Look, I couldn’t care less whether you believe me or not. But you’re not going anywhere with that radiator overheating. You need fluid in that engine, and the closest place is about ten miles up the road. It’s called the Wagon Wheel. Nice little place that serves cold drinks and hot bar food. I’m driving that way myself and wouldn’t mind giving you a lift.”

“It’s kind of you, but I’ll pass.”

“You’ll never make it without some sort of fluid to cool the engine, especially with that trailer. And it’s a long way on foot.”

“I’ve got a horse.”

“At least tell me you have a phone—”

“Got that too. Should I call the police right now?”

Cole slowly turned around and looked at his stubborn adversary. She stood with her feet spread and gripped a gorgeous Remington Model 870 Wingmaster pump-action shotgun at her shoulder like a pro, unlike a novice who’d be hip-shooting.

Nice.

“Something else funny?”

He must have smiled, but he quickly erased it. “Not at all. I was just admiring your weapon of choice. Got one just like it.”

“Then you know it’s pretty lethal at close range. Not to mention it has a solid steel receiver and twin action bars for flawless cycling. It’s an American icon that will take you down in the blink of an eye.”

Cole didn’t hide his amusement this time. She’d grabbed his attention with her sweet little ass but stole his heart with her proficient knowledge of firearms. He could almost marry her. A picture of them standing together at an altar beneath a rustic arbor of elk antlers popped into his head. She wore a simple white sundress, cowboy boots, and a scowl, much like the look she was giving him now. “I do,” he stated, “know all that and more about the Remington.”

“Good. Now, please don’t make me prove it.”

He watched her step to the side, giving him room to move between her and her truck. Her sights remained on him. “Yes, ma’am.”

Keeping his hands raised, he held her gaze as he slipped past. While glad to leave in one piece, part of him was disappointed he hadn’t snagged her name. It wasn’t often a woman like that waltzed into his world. Most were typical powder-and-paint chicks whose expertise lay in accessorizing and lip gloss application. This one was a genuine cowgirl with piss and vinegar running through her veins. She had a free, untamable spirit and a big Texas ego, for neither of which she’d ever apologize. Like the crisp mountain breeze of Wyoming, she was truly a breath of fresh air.

Staring down the barrel, he backed up all the way to his truck and climbed inside. Sammy remained quiet and submissive, greeting him only with a happy tail wag as he tugged the shifter into Drive. From his view in the side mirror, he could see she kept aim. He pinched the brim of his hat and nodded a polite cowboy farewell at her reflection before pulling away.

Driving off proved harder than he expected. She’d made a considerable impression on him, and he hated that he’d never see her again. Against his better judgment, he glanced at his rear mirrors from time to time. He fought the urge to tromp down on the brakes and spin a U-ee. Was he crazy? Was he trying to get himself killed?

You fool! She’s a girl, made of gunpowder and lead who’d love a good excuse to prove it.

Sammy nuzzled next to him as if he sensed his discontentment. Cole absently stroked his fur, mulling over his options. Essentially, he had none. Whether she fascinated him or not, he couldn’t go back there without the risk of getting shot.

Sammy barked, jerking Cole’s focus away from the long stretch of blacktop behind him. He pulled his dog closer and patted him soundly. “You’re right. She ain’t worth it. Besides, women only complicate things, don’t they?”

Sammy acknowledged him with another yap and offered his paw. Cole laughed and shook it, pretending to accept the dog’s proposition. “Deal. Only a bachelor’s life for us.”

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Snore…no…please! Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all. Rhonda Lee Carver here!

Recently, my cousin and her new male friend came to visit. He was flawless–tall, handsome, charming–or so it appeared. I even remember telling her that she had snagged herself a catch before they disappeared into the guest bedroom down the hall from my bedroom.

I was in my room, laptop out and on a serious deadline (when is an author never on deadline?). Ten minutes into working I hear a train rip through my house. No, not really, but it sure did seem like it. It was my guest. Snoring. From down the hall–through walls and doors. I questioned how my cousin could sleep. I mean, everyone snores, at least on occasion. There are different levels. From cute, heavy breathing to can-I-hand-you-a-bottle-of-mouthwash motocross mouth. But this was far different–borderline scary.

You know fingernails down the chalkboard? Yeah…that sensation. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had an idea. I could tap on the wall. I did. Nothing. Frustrated, I dropped a book on the floor (no books were harmed in this scene). The dogs across the street started barking. The crazy neighbor started shooting. Yes! This would definitely wake the man up. I heard grumbling. The snoring stopped. I went to bed and merrily went back to work.

Bed springs popped. Mumbling. Then the headboard rhythmically struck the wall. Over and over again.For fifteen minutes…twenty…and so forth. Great!

I turned up my TV to block-you-out volume, tucked the cover over my head, and went to sleep. The next morning, I was met by a wide-eyed, perky cousin and her grinning new man. “So, that’s why the snoring doesn’t bother her.”

Release day! July 27th!

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Excerpt:

Dragging her tank over her head and dropping it, next came her shorts. Her nipples budded and she wanted to believe that it was caused by the cool breeze, but the moisture building between her legs couldn’t be ignored or chalked up to weather. There was something insanely erotic about standing in the open, partially naked, with a handsome stranger watching her. Yeah, he’s watching me alright. His hand came up and rubbed his jaw, and he shifted in the saddle. The horse pranced from foot to foot, then clawed at the ground. Did the mare sense Dade’s irritation…or tension?

Her core pulsated and her skin warmed. She had only meant to prove a point, but instead she’d unleashed a fiery awareness inside of her, one she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Her nipples were now bunched and pressing against the lace of her bra, craving a hand or a mouth to put out the achiness.

Not sure what had come over her, she had no choice but to follow through. A good cooling off was exactly what she needed to drench the desire. Taking a step, her knees weak and trembling, she stood at the edge of the dock, then jumped into the water with a splash.

A second later, she surfaced to the top, squealing. “Holy fuck!” The water was frigid. She hadn’t thought this idea through very well. Her bottom lip quivered, her teeth chattered, and her toes were like ice cubes as she swam to the ladder of the deck. She climbed the rungs slowly as her blood started circulating again. Dripping wet and skin scattered with goosebumps, she hurried and pulled on her clothes in record time.

Feeling somewhat human again, she remembered why she’d done the stunt in the first place.

Scanning the field where Dade had been, he was gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.

Did he think she was completely out of control?

It didn’t matter what he thought.

Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.

“The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

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Researching Cowboy’s

You wouldn’t think it would be a hardship to research cowboy’s and in all honesty it’s not hard as long as I don’t get lost in pictures and pinterest. What’s hard is getting the information one needs.

I needed a book on the inner workings of the Rodeo, it’s really hard to research without specific titles.  Luckily I found a book at my local library, checked it out, brought it home and started flipping thorough it.

While it is a few years old, the information is still valid.  But what kept me flipping the pages was the pictures.  They say pictures are worth a thousand words, cliche I know, but in this case they were.   My mind started building scenes around what I was looking at.

I didn’t want to give up this gem of a book.  So off I go onto the internet.  Luckily, I found several vendors with the book and they didn’t want an arm and leg for it.  I ordered it and was so happy when it arrived in my mailbox.

Now I have my own copy to go in my library for the next time I need it.

And while this book isn’t a cowboy book, I wanted everyone here to be the first to see the cover.  This will be published sometime in July – not sure of the date yet, but be sure you’ve signed up for my newsletter because my newsletter readers are the first one to know when the book comes out.

This was a short story I wrote a while back for publication.  I recently pulled it out, expanded it and here’s the cover – hope you like it.

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A Steamy Sale by Paty Jager

Jungle Steam

I know there arenBirthday sale‘t very many cowboys in the Guatemalan Jungle where Secrets of a Mayan Moon is set, but it deals with an anthropologist who specializes in Native Americans and the Venezuelan DEA agent has a cowboy mentality.😉

Making a reader feel like they are in a jungle when they read Secrets of a Mayan Moon, took hours of research. I’ve only lived or visited mountains, desert, and arctic rain forest so getting a feel for the Guatemalan jungle sent me scurrying for books and online information on jungles. I also sent out feelers to others who had visited Central America, gathering their reactions and thoughts on the area.

Heat, the moisture or damp feeling, the mosquitoes were all elements that seemed to be vivid in the memories for visitors. A setting isn’t just the sticky feeling or the buzz of mosquitoes. It’s also the cry of the howler monkey at daybreak and dusk; a deep roar that tingles the hair on the back of your neck. Rain pouring down, swirling around your feet, and silencing all other sounds.

There is another kind of jungle steam in Secrets of a Mayan Moon. The chemistry between the hero and heroine. Doctor Isabella Mumphrey may have a genius IQ, but she’s lacking on social skills; particularly when it comes to men. And she learns quickly that everything she needs to know doesn’t come from books.

DEA agent and jaguar tagger, Augustino Constantine is out for revenge. When he finds himself escorting an intelligent yet vulnerable young woman into a drug trafficking ring, he gets more involved than he planned.

Clandestine meetings in the jungle, where their sweaty bodies are pressed together under a mosquito net, proves their respective jobs may be getting just as tangled as their relationship. The humid jungle air has nothing on the torrid blood rushing through their veins as they discover each holds the key to the others safety.

Secrets of a Mayan Moon is the first book in the Isabella Mumphrey Adventures and it is only $0.99 through June 30th!

MAYAN MOON 1Blurb:

What happens when a brilliant anthropologist is lured to the jungle to be used as a human sacrifice?

Child prodigy and now Doctor of Anthropology, Isabella Mumphrey, is about to lose her job at the university. In the world of publish or perish, her mentor’s request for her assistance on a dig is just the opportunity she’s been seeking. If she can decipher an ancient stone table—and she can—she’ll keep her department. She heads to Guatemala, but drug trafficking bad guys, artifact thieves, and her infatuation for her handsome guide wreak havoc on her scholarly intentions.

DEA agent Tino Kosta, is out to avenge the deaths of his family. He’s deep undercover as a jaguar tracker and sometimes jungle guide, but the appearance of a beautiful, brainy anthropologist heats his Latin blood taking him on a dangerous detour that could leave them both casualties of the jungle.

Excerpt:

Isabella climbed out of the boat, keeping as much distance between her and Tino as possible. He’d humiliated her, and she couldn’t get away from him. They were stuck together tonight and all of tomorrow until he delivered her to the dig. His taunting her with a kiss and then drawing away as if she were some vile creature hurt as deeply as the things Darrell Rutley had said to her face in grad school.

She walked into the forest, hunting for a place to have a few moments to herself.

“Do not go far,” Tino called in his seductive Latin accent.

She cursed her reaction to his voice, raised a hand acknowledging his order, and tromped deeper into the trees. The murmur of the river faded away in the steady drone of mosquitoes. She slapped at the leaves on the plants and wandered deeper. Rustling in the underbrush shot her heart into her throat. Jaguars were nocturnal weren’t they? A small, furry, pig-like animal trotted across her path, followed by five smaller versions.

She giggled at her jumpy nerves and the animals’ comical parade as she watched the last one disappear through the greenery. The waning light enlarged the shadows. Reluctance played war with her logical self. She should return to the boat before darkness descended and she couldn’t find her way back. But her pride, something she usually didn’t consider, wouldn’t let her face Tino.

Not yet.

It was stupid to believe he wanted to kiss her. Tino was handsome, virile, and so unlike any of the men she’d met during her college days or professionally. Exactly the type who toy with women like me. His chivalry and her attraction to him made her feel attractive, something she rarely experienced. But the way he brushed her off after he’d initiated the kiss… He’d only proved he could kiss her and not that he wanted her. She mentally slapped herself at her stupidity and virginal cravings.

The walk hadn’t settled her anger. Reliving the event only escalated her rage.

How could one be a genius yet stupid about life lessons?

She pulled out what she now considered her knife and hacked at the plants along the way. With each swing she lopped off something of Tino’s. Blue penetrating eyes. Devastating smile. A hand, so good at soothing her. The other hand. Her smile grew, and her frustration turned to the healthy exhaustion of an extensive taekwondo class.

Isabella wiped a sleeve across her sweaty brow and heaved a sigh of contentment. The vigorous exercise worked wonders on her disposition.

A fierce roar vibrated through the trees.

Secrets of a Mayan Moon is available at Kindle / Nook / ibooks / Kobo / Windtree Press

Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 25+ novels and over a dozen novellas and short stories of murder mystery, western historical romance, and action adventure. She has a RomCon Reader’s Choice Award for her Action Adventure, Secrets of a Mayan Moon, and received the EPPIE Award for Best Contemporary Romance. “Paty Jager blends the sultry feel of the jungle with the excitement of ancient discovery then throws in a little mystery along with a thrilling romance and the results are nothing short of amazing.” Romance Junkies Review

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New Cowboy and a Freebie!

Hi! It’s Donna Michaels and I’m excited to finally have a new Harland County release this week! It’s been 11 months since my last one. Well, sort of, I did have a crossover in December, but that’s still too long! I’m happy to say I will have 3 more this year.:-)

Here’s a peek at the sexy Jesse Briscoe…

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BLURB:

When Lacey Turner’s father contracted AIDs from a transfusion when she was five, her rough childhood made her strong and self-sufficient, so butting heads with the guy her brother leaves in charge of the ranch while he’s away is as inevitable as her attraction to the hot cowboy.

Jesse Briscoe’s word is his bond. Too bad he agreed to watch over his friend’s ranch and sister while his buddy was away. The hellcat is as spoiled and self-serving as she is beautiful. But he’d witnessed firsthand what a woman like that can do to a man when his mother decided she no longer wanted to be a wife and mother and left when he was nine.

Worn down by a desire too strong to ignore, the two give in to their heated attraction, but will they give up control long enough to discover the truth behind their attitudes?

Excerpt:

“Did you chase my date away?”

A broad shoulder lifted. “He forgot he had something to do.”

“Are you kidding me?” She jammed her hands on her hips, white hot anger momentarily making the room fade. That was two. “You chased away two cowboys tonight. Why? You got something against me getting laid?”

“That’s why.” His head jerked back with disapproval darkening his gaze. “You’re being reckless.”

“Reckless?” She tossed her hands in the air and blinked. “Are you fucking serious? I go out dancing one night in over a year and I’m being reckless?”

“Yes. And lower your voice.”

Oh. My. God. Now he was trying to control her tone? She sucked in a breath, held it two beats then slowly released it. “Fine. Is there a cowboy in here that meets with your approval?”

“No.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“Don’t have to.” He shrugged. “You’re not taking any damn cowboy back to your brother’s place.”

She cocked her head and curved her lips into a slow grin. “How about a cowgirl?”

At that, he blinked, and a brief flash of heat skitter through his gaze before dissipating. “Quit jerking around.”

“I haven’t started. You won’t let me.” That flash of heat gave her and idea. She sauntered close and ran her finger down his chest and abs to linger near his belt buckle. “Since you won’t let me bring a cowboy to Jace’s place, how about I take you? Then you can take me.”

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~HARLAND COUNTY SERIES~

Book 1: Cole – HER FATED COWBOY
Book 2: Conner—HER UNBRIDLED COWBOY
Book 3: Kade—HER UNIFORM COWBOY (Award Winner)
Book 4: Kevin—HER FOREVER COWBOY (Award Winner)
Book 5: Jace—HER HEALING COWBOY
Book .05: Jen & Brock—HARLAND COUNTY CHRISTMAS (prequel novella)
Book 6: Tanner—HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY
Book 7: Jesse—HER INDULGENT COWBOY
Book 8: HER HELL YEAH COWBOY (Harland County/Sable Hunter Crossover Novella – Rel. Aug/2016)
Book 9: Keiffer—HER TROUBLED COWBOY (Citizen Soldier Crossover Novel-Rel. Nov/2016)

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Now you can hear the cowboys as well as see them

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That’s right, my sexy cowboys are coming to audio, little by little. I like to listen to books because then I can imagine even more how the characters look and what they are doing. And there are some damn sexy narrators out there, let me tell you. Thanks to Decadent Publishing for getting my cowboys “on the air.”

So what’s out there?

He Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Cody Alvarez needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him. Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given audio He Came Upon A Midnight Clearthe names of the partners chosen for them. As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?

http://www.amazon.com/He-Came-Upon-Midnight-Clear/dp/B019243URY/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1454257310&sr=1-1

 http://www.audible.com/search/ref=a_search_tseft?advsearchKeywords=He+Came+Upon+a+Midnight+Clear&filterby=field-keywords&x=0&y=0

 Soul Dreams

Books and More owner, Nina Foster doesn’t believe in love anymore. Twice, men have crushed her heart. Now, she’s resigned herself to making hot chocolate and baking cookies for the customers who enter her store. She won’t risk her heart again.

Blake SOUL DREAMSMassie hides away from the world, nursing his scars. He sees himself as a monster that no one could ever love. A self-imposed recluse, he won’t allow himself to open up, afraid of being burned like his fire-ravaged skin.

Unable to reach out in person, the pair communicates via the Internet and hot, erotic fantasies. Night after night, they explore their growing passion with only a blindfold to protect their secrets. As Christmas approaches, Blake must share his pain if he is to ease hers, but doing so could drive her away forever. Can they take a chance and follow their deepest soul dreams, or will their fragile hearts continue to hide from the world and one another

 http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Soul-Dreams-Audiobook/B01AASBZ0U/ref=a_search_c4_1_4_srImg?qid=1454363630&sr=1-4

http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Dreams-Western-Escape-Romance/dp/B01AASBZL4/ref=tmm_aud_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1454257264&sr=1-2 

Knockin’ Boots

 For years, Dan and Kylie Franklin have searched for someone who can fill in all the missing blanks in their situation. When fate brings Clint Gorman into their lives, the audio Knockin Bootsinstant attraction runs hot and deep. After a night of intense, sweaty sex, there’s no doubt he’s the one for them. But when Clint’s past comes to light, they’re forced to decide whether or not the connection they felt is enough to keep the three of them together.

http://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Knockin-Boots-Beyond-Fairytales-Audiobook/B01BFPMSM6/

 http://www.amazon.com/Knockin-Boots-Beyond-Fairytales/dp/B01BFPL8KE/

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 Playing With Fire

 

Sports reporter Cassie Fitzgerald is back home in Stoneham, Texas, scene of her sister’s audio Playing With Firemurder ad the place she lost her heart to hot, hot Griffin Hunter. Griff is hotter than ever and Cassie forgot—when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.

http://www.audible.com/pd/Romance/Playing-with-Fire-Audiobook/B01BMQMFO4/

http://www.amazon.com/Playing-with-Fire/dp/B01BMQMH1K/

 Hard Lovin

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 audio Hard Lovin'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?

http://www.audible.com/pd/Romance/Hard-Lovin-Audiobook/B01F1KMEDY/

http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Lovin/dp/B01F1JTOHE/

https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/hard-lovin-unabridged/id1110461716?mt=3

 

 

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I’m Back At Work! by Cynthia D’Alba

Cyndi Headshot #4Hi All! Cynthia D’Alba here. As some of you know, I’ve been in treatment for stage 1 breast cancer. The good news is that there are NO (nada, zero, nil) traces of the cancer left so YAY chemotherapy (even though you took my finger nails, toe nails and every stand of hair off my body!) I still have 3 weeks of radiation to do (gotta kill any seed cells!) but that won’t be until after RWA National in San Diego. (Side Note:  Anyone be at San Diego where we can meet up for a drink? I’ll bring you a sneaker!)

I’m not above bribing someone to sit with me in a bar!

I’m back to work writing on my next two books. The first one is Cadillac Cowboy and the second is Hot and Spicy Cowboy. A pair of brothers meeting up in Whispering Springs, TX after many years apart. An argument gone bad. A divorce of the parents. One son is raised by the father (Ryan) and the other by the mother (Shade.) Should be interesting. Maybe by next month I can share the covers with you.

Want an unedited little teaser from Cadillac Cowboy?

When Shade’s alarm went off, his eyes popped open. He stretched his arms over his head while twisting his ear to his shoulder. After a couple of satisfying neck cracks, he stood. He’d feared that the guilt over leaving Victoria here while he hit the road early would keep him awake. Apparently he’d been too exhausted to care or maybe he had become the heartless bastard his last lover had called him.

The shower put out a stream of hot water with about the same force as a good piss. No matter. He was in and out in minutes. As he dressed, the guilty angel rode his shoulder. He promised he wouldn’t dump Victoria, but he was sneaking out to his car. Fuck. It couldn’t be helped. She needed to go home where she belonged.

A couple of minutes after that, he left the room key on the dresser and headed out to his car. When he opened the trunk to dump his duffle, Victoria’s wedding dress hit him like a neon light. Damn. He’d figure out how to get it back to her somehow.

He unlocked the driver’s door and slid behind the wheel.

“Thought you’d leave without me, did you?”

His hand flew to the gun holstered in the middle of his back. Then he recognized the voice. His hitchhiker. He lowered his hand back to his side.

“Fuck.” His heart pedaled faster. “You scared the crap out of me.” He looked over at Victoria in the passenger seat. “How did you get in my car? The doors were locked.”

“Picked the lock. And don’t change the subject. You were dumping me here, weren’t you?”

Heat flushed up his neck.

“Say nothing,” she ordered. “It’s written all over your face. Guilty as charged.”

“No,” he lied. “Of course not.”

“Shit, Shade. Don’t kid a kidder. People have been lying to me for years.” She pointed to her face. “I’ve got a built-in lie detector and you just failed.”

“Did you sleep at all in the room or did I blow a hundred bucks for an empty room?”

“I showered, washed my hair, got ready for bed and then got to thinking. What would I do if I had an annoying leech? I’d get rid of it. Pretty much what you had planned.”

“I never said you were a leech.”

She laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny the annoying part.”

Hope you enjoyed that!

Don’t forget to leave a comment so you’re in this month’s drawing!

Until next month (July 24th) and maybe some hot new book covers!

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Help Out an Overworked Author and Enter to Win a Signed Paperback!

The AWESOME Ms. Sable Hunter has invited me to be part of her Kindle World! What that means is that I get to use one of her characters from her Hell Yeah! Series in my own book! Fun, right? I’m having a great time writing one of Sable’s McCoy’s into my story. Wait until you see which one!

Here’s the website page, you can sign up for Sable’s Newsletter to be notified of all the exciting releases: http://sablehunter.com/hell-yeah-kindle-world.html

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My story is the third in my Heroes in the Saddle Series. Book 1 is Hot in the Saddle (Treven and Delta’s story –  he is a volunteer firefighter, she is a race car driver.) Book 2 is Badge and a Saddle (Rex and Mina’s story – he’s a detective, she’s an astronomer.)

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Book 3 stars Clint Black, the paramedic you met in the first two books. He’s rescuing our heroine, who has crashed her big rig while towing a livestock trailer just outside Clint’s hometown of Wild Oak, Texas.

Here’s the tough part! I don’t know what to call Book 3. I’ve been so busy, my mind hasn’t had a chance to click into gear and come up with a title. We’ve already got Hot in the Saddle (book 1), and Badge and a Saddle (book 2), and so this third one should be called…ugh, I don’t know!

Help me come up with a title for Book 3, and everyone who leaves a comment with a suggestion is entered to win a signed paperback of their choice!

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Check out Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Pack!

Dear Readers and Friends,

There isn’t a cowboy in sight, but I hope you don’t mind my telling you about my latest Stepbrothers Stepping Out story—With His Pack!

With His Pack is just $0.99!

And if you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you can pick up a copy for free!

Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Pack

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Cammi didn’t realize when she dropped out of college that her pack alpha, her stepbrother Corbin, would demand she choose a mate.

Angry, she chose three…

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Read an excerpt!

There’s nothing more unnerving than waking up naked on your hands and knees in the middle of your brother’s pack—unless it’s waking in the middle of all the single males of that pack.

I blew a lock of hair from my eyes, dusted my hands of leaves and dirt, and slowly moved to sit on my haunches, trying my best not to give in to the urge to slide a hand between my legs and an arm over my breasts. My embarrassment would only sharpen their still-feral, mirrored stares.

“You couldn’t have ended the run closer to our cars?” I asked, turning to glare at my stepbrother Corbin. He and his friends had somehow managed to cull me from the larger pack during our run—a deliberate move, I knew, because he never did anything without calculation.

“Wouldn’t have been as much fun,” he said, lifting his upper lip. His teeth were always slow to shorten, so his smile was especially wolfish.

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you haven’t given me a name.” His gaze went to the males who formed a semi-circle around me. “Choose one. You’ve had time to get to know them. Weeks. You have a duty to fulfill.”

I licked my bottom lip, stalling for time, just as I had every day since I’d returned to the North Carolina mountains. If I’d known that dropping out of college in my sophomore year meant I had to immediately choose a mate, I might have gutted out the remainder of my degree—and then sought a place in a graduate program. I wasn’t ready to choose. Wolves mated for life. None of the men in front of me had held my interest during our supervised dates. How the hell was I supposed to shackle myself to one of them for the rest of my entire stinking life?

Although I had to admit that, naked, they looked a whole lot more interesting. All were young and well-built. Some lean, some burly. Dark and light.

Unwanted, desire stirred inside me. “Can I narrow my choices? Will that satisfy you for now?”

My brother’s jaw firmed. But then, he gave a curt nod. “Name them.”

I glanced around the circle, passing Scott, Doug, Jason, Mathias, Howie, and finally, I rested my gaze on Corbin, all the while thinking. This was just another stall tactic, and Corbin knew it, but he’d allowed me more time. Why? He didn’t have to. As the newly appointed alpha of our pack, he could simply make a decree and give me to one of his friends. As a breedable female, a rare commodity among werewolves, I understood my responsibility. Still, that didn’t mean I wasn’t resentful of my fate.

Since he was forcing me to narrow my field, I decided I wouldn’t let him see me as beaten, not even a bit. I pushed up from the ground. “Form a row,” I said to the handsome wolves surrounding me.

Scott glanced at Corbin. “You know you could just assign her a mate. She doesn’t understand her place.”

I stepped toward Scott and made sure he registered the fact I was as tall as he was. Our gazes collided. His pupils flared, nearly consuming the bright green irises. Brown shaggy hair tickled the tops of his shoulders. The days-old stubble framing his mouth gave him the look of a pirate, which fit given the fact we were all descended from Edward Teach’s crewmen, who had intermarried descendants of Jean Lafitte’s—all cursed by a Haitian witch, because they’d managed to steal her greatest treasure—her daughters.

Interestingly, Scott’s cock lengthened the longer I held his hard stare. It was lovely really. Long and thick, with a broad head. His balls were a little on the large side though. I almost passed him, but I liked the fact he was the most aggressive of the group. And one of my brother’s closest friends. The bitch inside me wanted to lick those big balls. My witchy DNA from my mother’s side wished Corbin would watch while I did it. I eyed his cock then arched a brow. “You,” I said softly.

He cupped himself and smiled.

An image flashed of those balls hitting my clit every time he stroked…

Maybe he read my mind, because his smile stretched, and his strut was especially cocky as he walked to stand beside Corbin.

I continued down the line.

Doug’s smile was open. Too honest. The last thing I wanted as a mate was a nice guy. I’d walk all over him and make his life a hell he didn’t deserve.

I moved to Jason. His smirk raised the hairs on my arms. I couldn’t stop myself, I growled deep in my throat and let him see my inner bitch, flashing him a glowing glare.

Next, I paused in front of Mathias. Quiet, watchful, golden-haired Mathias. Another of Corbin’s besties. Something about the way Mathias looked at me with his nearly purple eyes hinted at a sensual patience I found intriguing, right along with his arrow-tipped cock. Almost as intriguing as the plan building in my mind. “You,” I said.

Without a smile, his chin lifted, effectively cutting his gaze from mine because he was taller by a head. He strode to stand by Scott.

In front of Howie now, I sighed. Howie was a puppy. Playful. Happy. Ever eager to stick his nose where it wasn’t invited… I heard his sigh as I turned away.

I strode toward Corbin. My black-haired, burly brother. His expression was as hard as granite. Did it bother him to see my choices? Or was he bothered for another reason? I glanced at his cock, still flaccid. Was he truly uninterested or did he have that much control? Didn’t matter. He’d forced my hand. I’d give him back some of his own medicine.

I reached out and scraped a sharpened claw across his chest, watching as goose bumps lifted on his skin. A low warning sounded in the back of his throat. And his dark eyes narrowed to slits. “Don’t.”

I shook back my hair and stood on my toes so that my lips were even with his. An inch apart. Close enough I felt his harshening breaths against my mouth. “You,” I whispered.

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DON’T MESS WITH THE BULL

By Sidda Lee Rain (was supposed to publish yesterday but I messed that up. Ooops! Sorry.)

I’m just beginning to get back to my new normal following my dads unexpected death. There were a few weeks there where I didn’t write a word in any of my current projects. I’m slowly getting back into the writing chair with my fingers at the keys. And, I’m very excited about some of the new projects I have coming up.

Many of you know of Mizz Sable Hunter’s HELL YEAH Series. After all theres over 2o titles and growing in that series. Well, I’m beyond excited to say I was invited to write a title in the HELL YEAH Kindle World! (Seriously, how cool is that?)

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30 awesome authors will be writing books in the HELL YEAH Kindle World – first launch is August 11th. My title will be releasing in November. Join the reader group and keep up with the authors, with Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! and with the new world to come.
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The book that really inspired me was BADASS #5 in the HELL YEAH Series.

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Blurb:

Isaac McCoy is every woman’s dream. He’s a cowboy, one of the Texas McCoy’s of Tebow Ranch – tall, dark, handsome and sexy as hell. To add to the mystery, he’s a biker – clad in black leather, riding a big Harley – he makes the girls swoon. To put it simply, Isaac is the black sheep of the family. And what his family doesn’t know is that he’s also a Dom. Always a little different from his brothers –Isaac has been into fast cars, fast women – and the kinkier side of sex. Until Avery. That’s right’s the Texas Badass has fallen for the angel of Kerrville County – the Baptist Preacher’s daughter – Miss Prim and Proper. And that will never do. As much as he wants her, Isaac pushes her away – sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
Avery has been in love with Isaac for years and she’s ready to make her move. But Isaac makes it clear that they come from different worlds, there’s no way she can fit in to his life. She’s not the kind of woman he needs. So, Avery decides to take matters into her own hands. What she intends to do is take lessons in how to be a bad girl. Avery is determined to learn what it takes to please Isaac in every way. She’s seriously after her Badass – and soon, he’s not going to know what hit him.

Link: https://amzn.com/B007MF8NGE

I LOVED both the hero and heroine in this story that they inspired me to write DON’T MESS WITH THE BULL…yup, that’s the title I’m working on for the HELL YEAH Kindle World.

Bull is a patch holder for the Ignition Infantry motorcycle club, bike mechanic and former adrenaline junkie…which included time served in the US Army, bull riding and motorcycle racing. He’s rough around the edges and not looking to settle down anytime soon but that might change when he meets Sasha aka Sissy.

Sasha is trying to reinvent herself, a new identity, a new her. But, she’s only got four and a half months to accomplish that. Isaac (hero from Sable’s BADASS) gives her a part time job at his bar Hardbodies where she meets Bull. Bull…far from the suit and tie men she’s usually attracted to that awakens her body in ways she can’t remember ever happening before.

But, she’s running from her past and trying to build a future-not only for herself but another. And, a sexy ass biker is a distraction Sasha just doesn’t need…there’s a big difference between need and want though.

Excerpt:

“Can I get you drink to go with that creepy stare you got going on or are you good?”

Lost in his own thoughts he hadn’t seen her watching him in one of the mirrors mounted on the wall. At least now he could see her face. Definitely wouldn’t be a burden doing her face to face. Oh yeah, he wouldn’t mind some good ol’ vanilla missionary position with Miss Lips and Hips. She was beautiful actually. A tiny feminine nose, big eyes that weren’t quite blue but they weren’t really green either. Gray, maybe? Pale skin, now he understood what people meant when they compared someones flawless complexion to milk. Full pink lips were the only thing that could’ve drew his attention away from her milky skin.

“Are you mute or just stupid?”

Sassy. Definitely sassy. “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

She dropped her gaze in the mirror and turned towards him. Sauntering the twelve feet like a walking talking wet dream. “So he speaks.”

“I do.” Bull let his eyes take her in from head to toe. Rarely had he had a physical reaction to a woman like this. By rarely? Next to never.

“Well, well, what do you know?” the corners of her mouth lifted slowly.

When she smiled at him Bull felt his breath hitch. That was new too.

Silence.

“Isaac is with the beer distributor but I’d be happy to get you a drink.”

Bull glanced up at her. “Wouldja now?” Maybe he sunk a little deeper into his Texas drawl but women tended to mop it up like sausage gravy to a biscuit.

Her blush was adorable. “Well, yeah it’s kinda my job.” she retorted with cloying sweetness.

He chuckled. “I suppose it is.”

Leaning forward Sasha rested her elbows on the high table where he sat. “What’s your poison?”

His eyes took in the deep line of her cleavage that was practically being served to him on a tray.

Snapping her fingers in his face. “Those aren’t being served on or off the rocks.”

“Shame.” Holding her glare he repeated, “I’ll wait for Isaac.”

Rolling her eyes she turned and walked away mumbling that she knew how to mix a drink. That’s not all she knew by the way she practically sashayed across the floor.

DON’T MESS WITH THE BULL…by Sidda Lee Rain coming this NOVEMBER in Sable Hunter’s HELL YEAH Kindle World!

I also have a biker/cowboy book already available in my DIRTY DENIM Series, STEEL HORSE COWBOY.

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Blurb:

Chelsea hadn’t been living her life to the fullest…until her beloved Grandmother Rosie past. A letter she left her granddaughter inspires Chelsea to walk away from the life she had and start living the life she wanted. Even if she wasn’t sure what that was. Leaving her condo in Colorado, stepping down from her high paying job and walking away from her fiancé was just the beginning on her journey to find her true self. Thinking she’d find answers on the road Chelsea found herself following the rodeo circuit.

Scotty had never seen a more gorgeous creature before the day he saw her ride up on a horse next to his sister. Auburn hair shining in the sun, skin tight jeans that looked like they had been painted on and sassy, sexy as hell red cowgirl boots in the stirrups topped off her smokin’ country girl appeal. Just so happens a couple months later he would have a chance to get his hands on her as he escorted her down the aisle…of his sisters wedding. Sharing a dance at the reception wasn’t enough of her or her whiskey colored eyes.

Not understanding the draw she had to him was confusing. The man was as far from a cowboy as you can get-yet Chelsea still found him to be the sexiest man she’d ever seen. One night of unadulterated passion would haunt her for far longer than she had ever guessed. Living with the longing, the pain and sadness on her own was her doing but would caving into Scotty again leave her healed or leave her hurting once more?

Could a motorcycle bring them back together and is it their journey now and not just her own?

Warning: This novel contains one certified cowgirl searching for her cowboy but stumbling across a hot ass biker man instead. He gives her the road trip of a lifetime and she rides him like a Harley on a bad piece of road! 

This book is part of a Series but can be read as a stand alone

Link: https://amzn.com/B00FCC1VRM

 

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Sidda-Lee-Rain/e/B00DAHV1SK/fblink/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_nu_dE1Ztb0F5MS6G

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Always remember…

    “If your knees ain’t dirty…

                 You ain’t doin’ it right!”

                                                  Sidda

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