Baby, It’s You (Contest)

Have you ordered your copy? Do you love Navy SEALs? Cowboys? Reunion stories? Well, if you do, Baby, It’s You should please you. I’ve included an excerpt below, just in case you’re waffling. :)

The story will release in the early morning hours on Friday. And yes, it’s every bit as sexy its cover. So, take the plunge. Have I ever steered you wrong?

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Baby, It’s You is the 5th story in my Uncharted SEALs series. For a chance to win one of the four prequel stories in the series, answer me this…

Which do you prefer—Navy SEALs or Cowboys? And why?

Baby, It’s You

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Carter Vance, Jr. stands at the fork in the road. Wounded in action, the Navy SEAL has a decision to make: whether to find work with a spec ops unit, or return to his family ranch in Texas and repair his fractured relationship with his dying father and the woman he wronged. Complicating the decision is his reignited attraction to Melanie Schaeffer and his confusion over his feelings for his dead brother’s little girl, whom Melanie has raised since his brother’s and her sister’s deaths by a terrorist’s bomb.

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Carter walked into the house and had to remove his glasses due to the dimness inside. Nothing appeared to have changed, save for a new carpet atop the oak floors in the family room. He supposed his father had replaced the raggedy Navajo rug his mother had chosen due to Melanie’s influence. His father had always had a soft spot for women and girls.

Footsteps flew from the kitchen, so fast he tensed until he realized the person wasn’t some insurgent, but instead a slender little girl in blue jeans and boots. Emmy.

Carter didn’t want to feel it, but his chest filled with a sudden indrawn breath as he stared for the first time at the little girl with the red-gold curls. Daniel’s child. His now, by law. Despite his best effort to thwart his brother’s will by simply ignoring the lawyer’s letters.

Commander Callahan had stepped in and forced him to acknowledge his duty. And although he’d decided not to take her himself, Carter had changed his will, signed over his life insurance, and had payments removed from his checks to provide for her support although she hardly needed it.

Lastly, he’d assigned guardianship to Melanie Schaeffer, knowing he was giving the little girl her best chance.

Emmy stopped only a foot away and chewed on her bottom lip as she frowned up at him. “You the seffish bastard who won’ come see Gampa?”

“Emmy!” Melanie’s voice came from behind him as she hurried past to kneel beside the girl. “That’s not a word we use.”

“But Tildy said I was seffish for eatin’ all the snickerdoodles.”

“The B word, Emmy.” Melanie blew out a breath. “We don’t use that word.”

“But Unca Lee says it all the time.”

“Uncle Lee needs to be more careful with his words,” Melanie muttered. She lifted her gaze to Carter. “Sorry about that. This one hears everything and repeats it. Be warned.”

Carter couldn’t help freeing the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Sounds like she’s a Vance, through and through.”

Melanie slowly rose to face him.

Without the shield of his sunglasses, he hoped his gaze didn’t give him away. She was still lovely, despite the white scar that trailed down one cheek. Her face was still rounded and youthful. Her curves every bit as lush as they’d been the first day they’d met. He felt a stirring in his groin and grimaced. “I should unpack,” he said, lifting his duffel bag.

“Sure,” she said, tucking a lock of thick red-gold hair behind her ear. Still flustered, she barely met his gaze.

Seeing her fingers freeze beside her ear, he knew she remembered how he’d tucked her hair there, right before he’d kissed her. Or was she pausing because she’d forgotten the hair hid the worst of the scar. His chest tightened.

“You should see your father,” she said softly.

“That’s why I’m here,” he said, knowing his tone had roughened. From sympathy for the pain she’d suffered. Not because her tone chided him to move along. His relationship with his father, or rather, the lack of, wasn’t her business. Dropping his gaze, he bent toward Emmy and reached out, lifting her small chin with a finger. “Good to meet you, Emmy.”

Her green eyes flashed, and a coy smile plumped her small doll’s mouth. “Nice to meet you, Unca Carter.”

As he walked away, he acknowledged the shard of pain that stabbed at his gut. He’d been an ass ignoring her existence. But that could change. If he took the job in Dallas, rather than return to his unit, they’d all have to put up with his regular visits.

He climbed the stairs, slower than he would have liked. The repaired ligaments surrounding his knee were still tender and would be for months. His knee worked well enough, but he hadn’t gone to therapy in a week, and stiffness was setting in. Once he reached the upstairs landing, he strode toward the door at the end—the master suite his father had shared with his mother.

The door opened. An older woman, her face lined, her hair iron-gray, and wearing scrubs exited, and her eyebrows rose. “Took your time,” she chided.

“Hey there, Miz Davis.” She’d been the school nurse when he’d attended middle school and had bandaged many of his scraped knuckles. “He awake?”

“I saw you come up the drive. He’s waiting.”

Carter set his duffel beside the door and entered. Stepping inside was like stepping into a museum. Every artifact carefully reflecting the era of Susan Vance. Her vanity still stood in front of the window with her mirrored tray filled with perfume bottles and a silver-backed hairbrush. Framed photographs, all featuring her smiling face, lined the dresser. While there were pictures of her with his father or his brother Daniel, not surprisingly, there wasn’t one featuring him. As he approached the bed, he hardened his jaw.

His father’s long frame dominated the king-sized four-poster. His eyes were closed, tubing stretched one ear to the other, stubs disappearing into his nose. God, he must hate that. Being seen like this. An invalid. Carter cleared his throat.

His father’s eyes slowly blinked open. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

The man spoke in a voice that wasn’t his. Too raspy, too frail. Carter didn’t want to feel pain, but he couldn’t help it. He lowered into the chair beside the bed. “Hi, Dad.”

His father’s gaze roamed his body, dipping down to his legs. “Heard you tussled with a roadside bomb.”

Carter let one side of his mouth slide upward in a wry grin. “Left a crater. Only tore up my knee. I think I won.”

His father’s grunt was familiar, if weak. “Can you still sit a horse?”

Carter narrowed his eyes. “Why? Will I be useless if I can’t?”

A frown deepened the wrinkles stretched across his forehead. “You liked riding. Would hate it if you lost that, too.”

The look he gave Carter said he understood what loss of mobility was like. Carter swallowed, not wanting to feel any sympathy for the old man, but his dad had always been a force of nature. He was thinner. Shockingly so. Now, he looked as though a breeze would blow him away. “You make it sound like I plan to stick around,” he said, his voice thicker than before.

Carter, Sr.’s blue gaze was as icy as ever. “Aren’t you?”

Before he answered, Carter glanced toward the window. “I’m considering job offers. Maybe one with an outfit in Dallas. I might still finish my last tour. If the docs will clear me.”

His dad’s gaze went to his knee again. “You end up in Dallas, you gonna be a weekend cowboy?”

Carter shook his head. “Won’t be weekends. But I would spend my downtime here. If I’m welcome.”

His father’s face turned away.

Carter thought he might have gone to sleep, and he shifted in his chair, preparing to rise.

“Man has a lot of time to think…when he’s stuck in a bed.”

Something Carter knew to be all too true. Sensing where the conversation might be heading, Carter tensed, his fingers digging into the faded flower upholstery covering the chair.

“I’m not sayin’ it wasn’t your fault,” his father said. “I’m sayin’…I forgive you.”

Carter squeezed his eyes shut. How long had he waited to hear those words? Spoken in a voice as raspy as fine sandpaper, his father’s statement didn’t give him the rush of relief he’d always dreamed about. Instead, anger flooded his veins. Remembering his dad was sick—he wasn’t about to upset him and have yet another death on his hands—Carter stood.

“Got someplace to be?” his father asked, turning his head slowly to lock his gaze with Carter’s.

“Anywhere but here,” Carter whispered, then turned on his heel a little too sharply and bit down hard to keep from groaning. With his dignity drawn tightly around him, he limped away. Stomping down the hallway, he nearly missed the sight of the slim body charging up the last steps.

Emmy glanced upward and gave him a smile. “Gampa wants a story.”

“You read?” he asked, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. What was she? Four?

“Nah. But he likes my stories. ’Specially ones about me and the dragon.”

“You know a dragon?”

Her eyebrows lowered into a fiercely funny frown. “Don’t you know anything? Dragons aren’t real.” She jammed both hands on her hips.

He would have chuckled, but he sensed she’d be affronted, and he didn’t want her angry at him. A pang hit him square in the chest. He’d missed so much of her growing-up years. Done it purposely, but he hadn’t considered how he’d feel about the child. He’d also thought she was likely better off never knowing him. It wasn’t like he’d ever planned to leave the SEALs. Not until he was on the verge of being mustered out against his will.

But here he stood. Facing down a child who, despite her cherubic features, looked every inch a Vance with her stubborn stance and scowl. Daniel’s child. Not for the first time, he felt regret his brother would never have the chance to know her like this.

But he was here. Now. And perhaps, ready to take on the challenge.

Footsteps hurried up the stairs. He glanced beyond Emmy to Melanie as she climbed toward him. Another regret in a lovely package. He’d wronged her as well. “He’s awake. We spoke.”

“I take it that didn’t go well?” Her gaze was wary.

He shrugged. “Depends on your definition of well.”

A frown dug a line between her brows. “Whatever it is between the two of you, you need to get over yourself. You might not love him, but plenty of people inside this house do.”

A small hand tugged at the leg of his jeans. “You don’t love Gampa?”

Melanie arched a brow in warning.

He quickly smoothed his expression, knowing he had to be a little scary-looking to a child when he was angry. “Course I do, Emmy. But your Gampa and I haven’t seen each other in a while.”

She rocked back and forth on her boot heels. “I ain’t seen Petey Whitehead in a month. I might wanna punch him when I do.”

“Emmy…” Shaking her head, Melanie blew out a breath. “She spends too much time with Lee and the hands.”

Carter grunted. “She’s gonna inherit this place. It’s not a bad thing she’s got a bit of a bite.”

Melanie darted him a glance. “Dinner’s at six. Don’t be late. Tilda won’t like it.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Do not let her set my plate. She might spit in my food.”

Melanie shook her head and anger flashed in her green eyes. “Does every word have to be negative or sarcastic?”

“If ya can’t say somepin’ nice…” came a soft mutter from below.

Carter guessed he did deserve a lecture from a kid. “I’m sorry, Mel. I’ll do better.”

She stepped closer and tilted her head to meet his gaze. “This isn’t easy for anyone. We were doing fine. Emmy was happy. Things are about to change…again.”

Seeing the shimmer of tears in her eyes pitched his stomach to his toes. He didn’t know what to say, because every word that formed in his head would have been another unkind deflection. So, Carter did the only thing he could think of to escape her glossy, leaf-green eyes. He reached out one arm and pulled her against his chest.

For a moment, she stiffened, but then she gave him her weight, sagging against him. Her hands smoothed around his sides, and fingertips dug gently into his back as she returned the embrace.

And just as it had happened all those years ago, something settled into place inside Carter’s heart. He felt warmth. Yearning. He felt home.

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GETTING TO KNOW VICTORIA VANE …

Hi Everyone! Last weekend I had a great time doing my first live Facebook video feed during an event called SUMMERFEST: Ask the Authors.  I talked about how I started writing, a little but about my sewing projects and took live questions. For those of you who don’t know me, I thought I would share my video posts which included this live Q&A.

PART ONE

PART TWO

I hope you enjoy the videos!

If you have not yet read any of my books, TWO TO WRANGLE, book #2 in my Smart & Sexy HOTEL RODEO series is currently on sale for $.99!

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GIVEAWAY: One e-book copy of HELL ON HEELS to a random commentor on my videos!

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Cowboy Sale! Rhonda Lee Carver

Got kids? If you’re like me, this is an expensive time of the year as we get closer to school starting. That means one thing…new clothes! If your kids are anything like mine, they can do some damage at the mall in a matter of minutes. All I can hear is ch-ching…ch-ching…ch-ching! Over and over, like a mantra.Or a bad rap song. As parents, we’re in this together. I feel your pain. So, let me help you out. After shopping till you drop, you deserve to come home and be sent through a gateway into a fantasy where the cowboys are mighty fine and the cowgirls will make you want to slip into boots and Daisy Dukes. You deserve it. I’ve got you covered…

A gift for you…My Rhinestone Cowgirls Series is on sale. Each book is ONLY 99 cents. That’s right…ONLY 99 cents. 5 books/99c each. Two Days!

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EXCERPT from UNDER PRESSURE (Book #1)

Opening both eyes, he blinked the fuzziness away and lifted his head. His arms were stretched high above his head and his wrists ached. He darted a glimpse above him.

He was tied to the headboard. Acid gurgled in his stomach. “What the hell!” He gave his hands a jerk, but the rope held them tight. “Fuck!”

Jerking a glance around the room…there she was…sitting in the chair, her legs crossed and a look of satisfaction covering her pretty features.

“What the fuck is this?” Now he understood why Ms. Stone had been throwing herself at him. “Talk to me!” he demanded.

A sticky, tingly sensation brought his gaze lower and on his legs. He squinted. Both legs were covered with some sort of pink, glossy paper.  “And what in God’s creation are those?”

She got up, stood at the end of the bed, a smirk curving her lips. “Wax strips.”

“Get them off me and let me the hell out of this bed!” he snarled

“Are you sure you want me to help you with the strips?” One thin brow curved maliciously.

“Hell yeah!”

She reached down, grabbed the corner of one strip and pulled.

“Ow!” he squealed as a fire like none other raced through his leg. Clenching his teeth, he looked at her through narrowed gaze. “What the hell was that for?’

“You did ask me to help you. So I did.”

“I’m talking about all of this—the rope, the shit on my legs.” He forced a breath through tight lips.

Smugly, she crossed her arms. “This is a lesson earned.”

He popped up a brow. “A lesson? For what?” Bringing his gaze back to his rope twined wrists, he visually examined the headboard. The cord was wrapped around his wrists, fashioned through the five-inch gap into the wooden detail, then pulled back through and tied in a knot. From what he could see, and with another tug, it wasn’t a bad knot.

“I’m sorry, but I have plans so I must hurry. I won’t spend much time with my explanation. You played my sister. Therefore, I’m showing you what it’s like to be played.”

He perused his brain, trying to find a clue as to what she was referring too. He came up blank. This had to be a joke! “Lady, the only one of us who is a player and a manipulator is you.” Seeing a flicker of confusion, he chuckled. “Yes, that’s right, Jewels Stone.”

One brow snapped up and her hands clenched into fists. “So…so, you knew who I was all along?” Her lips thinned. Good thing she didn’t have a weapon, otherwise he’d be dead, he was certain.

“What? You don’t like being caught at your sordid game? Pot. Kettle. Black.” He gave his arms a jerk and the bed creaked.

She darted her glance to his bound wrists, but only a mere flash. “Don’t talk or I’ll have to get the tape and cover your mouth.”

Anger sliced through his gut. Damn, woman! He didn’t doubt for a minute that she’d do as she threatened.

With a cold glance in his direction, she bent and grabbed something. His jeans! She dipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew his cell. Now what was she doing?

“Be thankful that I’m not cruel, otherwise I’d leave you tied up here until the cleaning lady came, and considering I rented this room for two days, that’d be a long time to stay bound to the bed. Imagine the laugh the employees here would have.”

“Letting me go would be the best decision you’ve made, before things got out of hand.”

“Are you threatening me?” She shook her head. “Tsk, Tsk.”

“You have a warped mind, don’t you?” Pulling himself up, he heard the wood crack and the springs pop. It wouldn’t take much pressure for him to break the bed, but he’d have no way of getting the rope undone. Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because her eyes widened.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” She came to stand beside the bed. “Who would you like to call to ask for help?”

“9-1-1,” he grumbled.

“And imagine the story you’d tell. You were sleeping so hard that a woman tied you to the bed and placed hot wax strips on your legs. That’d be another group finding the humor in this scenario. So, would you like to change your contact person?”

He hated it, but she was right. How the hell had he slept so soundly. He guessed after being awake for twenty-four hours, he had been tuckered. He’d have a hard time explaining how a big man like him was tied up by a woman who wasn’t even half his size. Some would probably think he was stupid for complaining.

Hell, he knew he wouldn’t bother with the police anyway. As peeved as she looked, he didn’t feel like his life was in danger.

“Call Clay Silver. He’s in my contacts.” She clicked through his phone. Thankfully, he didn’t have anything secret. Clay would also get a good laugh from this crazy shit. Usually, his buddy got into messes. A thought made his lungs cease. “Wait.”

She looked at him over the phone. “Change your mind again?”

“No. I want to know, what makes you think I’m the cowboy who played your sister?”

“Spark Ryder. You hang out at Two Step. And don’t even try suggesting that Spark isn’t your name. The bartender pointed you out and I looked at your driver’s license. Nice snapshot, by the way. I think I’ve seen some just like yours on the funniest ID pictures ever taken. Were you having a bad hair day? I also saw your age. I never would have thought my sister would find an older man attractive. Old enough to know better.” She rolled her eyes.

Every hair on his body lifted as realization broke through him. He wanted to laugh, but this was far from an amusing predicament. “I can explain. I’m not who you think I am.”

“Like I said, don’t say a word.” She reached down, grabbed one of the strips and ripped it off.

Spark considered himself a tough guy. He’d ridden five-hundred pound bulls who could toss a rider as easily as a paper doll. He’d served four years in the military, went through boot camp and dangerous conditions in the Middle East without blinking an eye. He could wrestle a cow with his bare hands. But never in his life had tears come to his eyes from physical pain. His rough and tough reputation was taking a hard hit. He doubted his ego would ever be the same—and he was an innocent man.

Knowing he could face the wrath of a waxing strip again, he needed to clear the air. “I’m not from around here. I’ve only been in town for less than two weeks—”

“Don’t waste my time.” Her hand moved over the phone and then she held it out. “It’s ringing.”

Hearing Clay pick up, Spark held Jewels’ gaze. “I need you to come get me. The motel down the road from Two Step. Room 250. And pal, you’re dead meat.”

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What reviewers are saying…

“The Discreet Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver….I love Nirvana….Hot Cowboys and a place of paradise, where you can find the Cowboy of your dreams. This book is Dade’s story a young hot Cowboy that was injured and trying to recover, so he becomes a babysitter to the bosses sister Felicia. Felicia is the forbidden fruit, do not mess with your bosses sister. I absolutely loved this story, Rhonda Lee Carver is one of my all time favorite authors. I highly suggest reading this book or any book by her, she is an amazing storyteller.”–reviewer

“This book has just sealed the deal for me!!! I was already a huge fan of this series and this author to begin with and then after this book, she just wrapped it up and tied a big fat bow on it for me!!! I was totally surprised by the turns that this book took and I am so looking forward to more books coming from Nirvana because it is definitely one of my favorite places to visit, in my head and in my heart!!!”–reviewer

“You know it is going to be a really good book when you are laughing on the very first page. Even though this is not a comedy but a romance, the first few times Dade and Felicia meet up face to face, their actions and conversations are hilarious. The lake scene was sexy and sooo funny and also the bar scene and their first “attempt” at sex: “Forbidden” because of Chase being Dade’s boss and Felicia’s brother. But OMG, when they finally have sex for the first time, can we say “Spontaneous Combustion”!! And it doesn’t stop with that one time, it gets even hotter than that. I absolutely love the Nirvana series and Dade and Felicia’s story was sooo good. If you want to find out how this ends for them, just get the book and read it for yourself, you won’t be disappointed. Heck, go back to the first book and get them all.”–reviewer

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Wild Card – Mari Carr

Wild Card by Mari Carr

Wild Card released this month, which means the final chapters in the Boys of Fall series are here. Be sure to look for Cari Quinn’s Going Hard and Erin Nicholas’ Full Coverage – also available!

Boys of Fall, book 3

It’s been a tough year for Lorelie. Following her dad’s heart attack, she put her own life on hold, terrified of losing the most important person in her life. As her father’s health improves, Lorelie struggles to find her way back to life as normal. Her girlfriends insist the answer is simple. Get laid.

Enter Glen Rodgers, Wade’s former band mate. He met Lorelie briefly at a party she’d hosted for her dad and the woman made a lasting impression. When he returns several months later, intent on taking a break from his own screwed up life, it’s obvious Lorelie is just the cure for his blues.

Both determined to kick-start their stalled lives, they rev things up…in bed, the hayloft, the backseat of her car. Unfortunately, reality interferes, leaving them no choice but to show their hands, forcing them to decide if they should fold…

Or go for broke and play the wild card.

Excerpt:

“How many of those former football players are in here?” he asked.

Lorelie scanned the room and he could see her doing a mental count. “I see five. The usual suspects.”

“The guy with Tucker and Jackson?”

Lorelie shook her head. “No. Nolan didn’t play on the team. He wrote for the school newspaper. Actually, he’s in town right now working on a book about my dad.”

“And what do you think they’d do if I kissed you right now?”

A seductive smile appeared. “I don’t have a clue, but the suspense is killing me. Should we give it a try?”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she turned to face him. “Lori.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t give a shit about those guys. I’m kissing you because I can’t stop myself.”

She reached up to touch his cheek. It was rough from a day’s worth of growth. He was suddenly sorry he hadn’t taken a second to shave again.

They both moved forward and met in the middle. He liked that. Liked that she wanted this as much as he did. His lips touched hers softly at first. She tasted sweet and smelled like sunshine. He didn’t have a clue what sunshine actually smelled like, but she was it. Fresh air and heat and a mountain lake—all rolled into one.

Her hand remained on his face, the touch as potent as the kiss. He tilted his head slightly, pressing her mouth open with his. Her tongue was there, stroking his, driving them out of the “sweet” range and straight into “sin city” in seconds. He tightened his grip on her shoulders with one arm while his other hand cupped her cheek. Her skin was as silky soft as her hair. The woman was the epitome of sensual perfection.

After a minute or two, Lorelie broke away.

He scowled.

“Gotta breathe,” she said, placing one, then two more quick kisses on his lips.

It took Glen a few minutes to catch his bearings, to recall he was in a crowded bar with loud music and laughter, surrounded by Lorelie’s friends. All those things had faded away when he’d kissed her, leaving only the two of them in a silent world where nothing else existed. He wanted to go back there.

“Lori,” Glen whispered. His head was spinning, everything except her face blurry, gray.

“I…” she started, licking her lips. “That…”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

She blinked rapidly as if trying to regain her own focus. “I’m a little rusty.”

He chuckled. “God help me when you get your sea legs back then, because that kiss rocked my world.”

She smiled and flushed slightly at his compliment. “It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed a guy. I don’t remember it ever feeling so…overwhelming.”

“That’s a good word for it. You keep talking about your lack of dates and as always, I find it hard to believe there’s not a row of guys from here to the next state waiting to ask you out. No matter how deep the defensive line of football players around you.”

He meant his words as a joke, but Lorelie sobered. “Sort of lost track of myself after my dad’s heart attack. It’s taking me a little time to bounce back.”

Glen recalled his first impression of Lorelie back in October. “Caged bird,” he murmured.

She frowned. “What?”

“First time we met, I thought you looked like a caged bird.”

Lorelie considered his description. “That’s not too far from the truth. Let’s just say my dancing shoes are dusty from lack of use. I was there the night my dad had his heart attack. To say it scared me shitless is an understatement. For months, I never strayed far from home because I was afraid it would happen again and I wouldn’t be there to save him.”

“Where’s your mom?” It was a personal question, but the more he learned about Lorelie, the more he wanted to know.

“Died when I was born. Dad raised me on his own. He’s all I have.”

His chest tightened as he thought about the stress Lorelie had been under since last June. Wade had called him shortly after finding out about Coach’s heart attack. Told him he was going back home. At the time, Glen thought Wade was a fool for leaving Nashville and he’d banked on his friend coming back. Even though they hadn’t toured together for a couple years prior to that, the two of them had found plenty of opportunities to meet for drinks at the bar and talk shop. Then Wade reconnected with Charlene in Quinn and stayed gone. Glen had missed him.

“He’s doing better though, right?” Glen asked, recalling the conversation about Coach’s doctor’s appointment.

“Oh yeah. He’s on the mend. Has been for a while.”

“But you’re still worried.”

She nodded. “That’s not going to go away. Ever. I know that. I just need to find a way to deal with it.”

“Sounds to me like you need to let go. Have some fun.”

Lorelie gave him the sexiest grin he’d ever had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of. “My friends suggested I get laid. But your idea sounds okay too.”

He cleared a throat that had suddenly gone tight. “I think you should listen to your friends. They know you better than I do.”

Lorelie laughed loudly. “Wanna help me shake off some of this rust?”

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Cowboy Eye Candy

July went fast for me.  I’ve been on deadline, and there’s light at the end of the tunnel.  It will teach me not to book myself so tightly.

So I thought I’d share – this is my cowboy hero for the book I’m on deadline for.  If the publishers buys it I’ll be happy to have another cowboy book out there.

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I did release Claimed by the Sheikh earlier this month, click on the title to check it out.

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Don’t Dangle What I Can’t Have by Paty Jager

canstockphoto1936044Have you ever notice that if you’re told you can’t have something you want it more? Like no chocolate or ice cream when you’re dieting. Or no more fatty foods when your cholesterol is up. Or worst of all, that man/woman isn’t for you. Leave them alone.

In my newest release, Brody: Letters of Fate, set in 1891 in Oregon, transports the hero, Brody Yates, from the New York City docks to a cattle and horse ranch in SE Oregon. He’s used theft for years, first to keep him and his mother fed, and later his neighbors. He stole one thing too many and ended up in jail.

A letter arrives that changes his life.

When he arrives at his grandfather’s ranch he discovers a beautiful young woman, his grandfather’s ward. Even though he’s angry over a past he had no control over and being hauled to his grandfather by a U.S. Marshal, he would have to be blind or dead to not see the young woman’s beauty . Even though his grandfather warns him not to dally with Lilah, he falls for her, knowing she plans to go back to the university.

Lilah Wells has lived her life around cowboys. She has nothing against them, but when the judge’s grandson arrives at the ranch in dock boots, wool pants, suspenders , a white cotton shirt, and spell-binding light blue eyes, her heart starts to waltz.

No matter how many things work to keep them apart, the two gravitate toward one another, and finally, their passion can’t be harnessed.

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Blurb:

Brody Cover (411x657)Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.

A letter from a grandfather he’s never met has Brody Yates escorted across the country to work on a ranch rather than entering prison. But his arrival in Oregon proves prison may have been the lesser of two evils. A revenge driven criminal, the high desert, and his grandfather’s beautiful ward may prove more dangerous than anything he’s faced on the New York docks.

Lilah Wells is committed to helping others: the judge who’d taken her in years ago, the neighboring children, and the ranch residents, which now includes the judge’s handsome wayward grandson. And it all gets more complicated when her heart starts ruling her actions.

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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 and received the EPPIE Award for Best Contemporary Romance.  This is what reviewers says about her Letters of Fate Series: “What a refreshing and well written love story of fate and hope! Very well written but sometimes sizzling love scenes!”

All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Paty and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. Riding horses and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.
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Her Hell Yeah Cowboy by Donna Michaels

Happy Tuesday everyone! It’s Donna Michaels, and I’m going to continue the trend of some of my fellow WAWC blogger sisters, because I’m also part of Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World, and am excited to post about it today! I’m in the launch with an amazing group of authors–all of our books release August 11th!!  Just about two weeks away.:-)

My contribution is Her Hell Yeah Cowboy, a Harland County/Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World crossover novella/Book 8/Logan. If you’ve read my Harland County Series, then you know Cole and Connor McCall. The hero in this crossover novella is their cousin from central Texas, Logan McCall.

Here’s the cover and blurb:

Years ago, he unknowingly rescued his soulmate, now she’s back in Texas and about to save his guarded heart.

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*Cover photo by Cover Me Photography with Orestis Papapetrou

Blurb:

Unlike his twin, Texas National Guardsman Sgt. Logan McCall would rather march barefoot and blindfolded through a cow pasture than date the same woman twice. After an active duty injury during a flood washed away his promising sports career and engagement years ago, Logan guards his heart more than his life until, fresh from deployment, he runs into a friend of the McCoys…literally. Hill Country’s newest resident is hotter than the wing sauce soaking into his shirt.

Mission on.

Graphic designer and carrier of misfortune, Chloe Davis is a danger to herself and those around her, so entertaining thoughts for the sexy cowboy wearing her hot sauce should be a no-no…not a hell yeah—especially considering he’s the guardsman linked to a horrible instance in her past. But when he turns out to be one of her clients, she can no more avoid him than the attraction sizzling between them. Chloe’s back in Texas determined to make a fresh start, and she succeeds in business but fails to resist the handsome soldier’s relentless pursuit.

But when he discovers her past, will he trust his heart or lose her forever?

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In case you missed it, Her Indulgent Cowboy/Harland County Series/Book 7/Jesse just released last month. Want to keep up with all of the book releases and authors in the Hell Yeah! KW? Then please join our Facebook Group.

 

Thanks for reading,

~Donna Michaels

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Cadillac Cowboy – By Cynthia D’Alba

Cyndi Headshot #4Howdy gang! Cynthia D’Alba here. Happy Sunday to everyone. Hope you have melted in this heat. Whew. Walking outside and taking a deep breath is like opening an oven door, isn’t it?

Last month I told you I was ready to get back on the writing horse (so to speak) and I did. On July 2, I met fellow authors Elle James, Parker Kincade and Mandy Harbin in the tiny town of Fairfield Bay, Arkansas for some serious writing time. This is our usual writers’ retreat week, only I had to cut it short for RWA National Conference. This year, I had to get a book done for Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah Kindle World and I’m pleased to say I did!

I am thrilled to say that Cadillac Cowboy will be in the inaugural launch of the Hell Yeah Kindle World. So please put August 11 on your calendar because that’s the first day you can buy Cadillac Cowboy!

Here’s the blurb on the story…

A Texas lawman finds more than fall foliage during a drive in an antique convertible CadillacHer Cadillac Cowboy-HighRes to his new home.

New Texas cop Shade Gruber agrees to drive his grandmother’s prize car from Chicago to his new home in Whispering Springs. He expects some car issues. He doesn’t expect to pick up a runaway bride.

On the run from her mobster fiancé, Victoria Vaught dashes from the church thirty minutes before the I Do’s. Stranded in her bridal attire by an unreliable car, she starts walking, needing as far from Chicago as possible.

Their road to love is filled with twists, turns and bumps. Hanging on to the one you love can be roller coaster ride with surprising results.

I hope  you find it funny and a little bit sexy!

So here’s question… Do you know what Kindle Worlds are? Have you ever bought a book that was part of a Kindle World?

Remember to leave a comment to be in this monthly gift card drawing!

 

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Operation Cowboy and a #FREE chapter–Em Petrova

Happy Thursday, everyone! I’ve had a crazy summer with 4 kids home, trying to hit the word count and editing as a side hustle, and I’m sorry to say I missed the past two months of blogging here at the awesome Wild and Wicked Cowboys blog!

 

I’m here to share some ups and downs in the publishing industry, and one of them is about Samhain. They have all my Boot Knockers Ranch series, as well as my Country Fever series.

 

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Recently they announced they were closing their doors, which devastated many of us authors! I’ve always loved Samhain–they’ve treated me well, given me amazing covers and the best editor in the world. Well, a few weeks ago, we got a surprise saying that lately the company had made some financial adjustments, that they are now viable and able to stay in business. All of this was reason to celebrate for me, especially since I had a book in the queue, ready to publish with them!

 

This book is near to my heart–I had so much strong emotion for these characters that for a week after I finished, I couldn’t even THINK of writing a new book. I officially had a book hangover. No, his was more like a BENDER!

 

Here’s a little about Kickin’ Up Dust, book 1 of the Operation Cowboy series:

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This Marine follows the rules. This cowgirl is all about breaking them.

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After losing his best friend and CO, Matt, in combat, Brodie Bell didn’t think his spirits could sink any lower. He was wrong. One look at his and Matt’s storm-flattened hometown nearly levels him.

Los Vista needs a leader, and as Brodie takes the weight of the world on his shoulders, he comes up with a plan. Merge the two ranches left standing, pray for a good calving season…and keep his hands too busy to get busy with Matt’s sexy little sister.

Danica was in pigtails when Brodie and Matt went off chasing glory. Now she’s a woman with a broken heart, but if Matt knew of the depraved cravings Brodie ignites in her body, he’d haunt her from the grave.

As they work to mend miles of broken fences, Brodie fights to ignore Danica’s tiny cutoff shorts and mile-long legs—and to ignore the “weapon” that’s locked and loaded in his Levis. Because the last thing he wants is to dishonor his friend’s memory by ravishing the sweetest little cowgirl he’s ever laid eyes on.

Warning: Involves a sweet and sassy ranch girl who knows her way around a rope, and a Marine turned cowboy who’d like to tie her down and spank her until she begs for more.

 

 

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I’ve been blessed with a lot of reviewers giving me great praise on this book, saying it’s the best of mine yet. I hope you’ll read a sample chapter and let me know your thoughts in the comments section!

 

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I hope you’ll help me celebrate Samhain’s decision to stay in business by supporting them. Small publishers are so important to our world, as authors and readers alike benefit.

 

Thanks for reading!

Em Petrova

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A Bag of Swag Could be Heading Your Way!

I have a whole passel of swag to give away! I recently attended Writers on the River in East Peoria, IL and came back with a HUGE bag of swag, over 100 goodies!

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If you would love all this swag, head to my Facebook Page and follow the instructions to enter.

If you’re not on Facebook, just leave a comment below telling me, No Facebook, But I Love Swag! For your entry into the contest.

Stay cool, everybody!

Randi

“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”

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