The Right Ranger Gets His Day by Donna Michaels

Hi! It’s Donna Michaels and I’m thrilled to share the release date, blurb, and hot cover for Book 3 in The Men of At-Ease Ranch series through Entangled!!

THE RIGHT RANGER releases June 12, 2017

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It’s time to claim what’s his…

Haley Wagner’s life just got a lot more complicated. As if turning her struggling ranch around isn’t tough enough, she’s forced to call him for help. With his hard eyes and even harder body, Cord is an irritatingly sexy contradiction of hot and cold. How can she possibly hide her embarrassing secret when just looking at Cord is a combustible event?

Former Army Ranger Cord Brannigan has a secret, too. He promised his fallen teammate he’d protect the tempting, fiercely independent Haley from a distance, but now they’re stuck together for three weeks. Alone. Keeping his hands off will take every ounce of control he can muster. And that control is slipping…

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Are you going to RT in Atlanta next week? I’ll be at the big book fair with copies of the first two books: IN A RANGER’S ARMS, and HER SECRET RANGER. You can’t miss me. I’ll be wearing a Lula Belle cow pin, and I’ll  have more fun cow-themed promo for The Men of At-Ease Ranch series, so come find me!!

Here’s a shot of the wristbands, buttons, and flip notepads. 🙂

I hope you to see you there!

Thanks for reading,
~Donna
http://www.DonnaMichaelsAuthor.com

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The Naked Cowboys are returning!

I am happy to say the=at entangled Publishing has contracted the Naked /Cowboys and they will be returning, sexier than ever. The Saddle wells Facebook Page will reopen and I’ll be giving away lots of prizes when I have the release dates, so stay tuned.

I thought I’d start getting everyone I the noised with some cowboy background. So here you go.

What do you need to be a real cowboy?

  1. Attire

Much of cowboy attire is a hodgepodge of different cultures contributing to practical needs. Mexican vaqueros, Native Americans, Mountain Men, and the western rancher all contributed to the cowboy aesthetic. Here are some of the things a modern cowboy would wear to battle the elements and rough the tough work required of them in the old west:

  1. Bandanna: These are usually large and made of cotton. Used to absorb sweat and shield from dust storms and sun.
  2. Chaps: To protect the rider’s legs from any debris generated from riding a horse.
  3. Cowboy Hat:  A cowboy hat is best when it’s high-crowned and has a wide brim to also help protect from the sun.
  4. Cowboy Boots: The ideal pair of boots has high tops to protect the shins. Pointed toes will help guide the wearer’s feet into stirrups, and a high heel to prevent from slipping through the stirrup.
  5. Gloves: A cowboy’s gloves are usually made of deerskin or other soft leathers, and they provide the hands with protection from barbed wire, equipment, or vegetation, as well as helping to grip the reins of the horse.
  6. Pants: The perfect pair of cowboy pants are usually jeans or other sturdy trousers made from canvas or denim. These protect the wearer’s legs and usually include a smooth seam on the inside to prevent the cowboy from getting blisters.

Oh, and I thought ;d throw in pictures of some of my favorite cowboys. I thought I’d thrown a half naked one, while I was at it!

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  1. Equipment

Cowboys have a lot of equipment to master if they’re going to be out in the hot sun working up a sweat. While a modern cowboy would most likely own a pickup truck, as well as a horse, it’s surprising to see how much of the gear has largely remained the same. Below are a few of the things you can find cowboys owning.

  1. Firearms: Considering that one of their primary responsibilities is to ensure their livestock is safe from predators, most cowboys have access to at least a rifle.
  2. Knife: Cowboys love their knives. Usually they own something with multiple blades that can be as versatile as the tasks they need to master.Saddles
  3. Spurs: These metal devices are attached to the heel of the boot to give stronger cues to the horses they ride.
  4. Horse Tack: Most horseback-riding equipment always looks worn—just think about all the used saddles you’ve seen—but this gear is extremely durable. This includes bridles, saddle blankets, and the saddle itself.

Stay tuned for more ab out What It Takes To Be a Cowboy and more news about the Naked ones.

 

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The Cowboys – John Wayne – by Randi Alexander

Have you seen the film, The Cowboys? It’s based on a true story, and it highlights the rough history and beautiful scenery of the South Dakota area.

For those of you coming to Wild Deadwood Reads this summer, if you’re driving or even flying, you’ll see those sometimes stark, sometimes lush, always-unique places that South Dakota has to share.

For those of you who aren’t coming but have always wanted to see South Dakota, why not do it next year? Join our Facebook Group or check out our Website and come have some fun!

Just 7 weeks away! See you in Deadwood!
Randi
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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Sexy Raw Silk!

I have another of my refurbed stories ready for prime time! Not cowboys, but they are Texans! Pay attention to the warning:

Warning! Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly!
Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f, and m/m!

Enjoy an excerpt! Happy reading!

Raw Silk

A wicked, no-strings one-night stand turns unexpectedly complicated when lonely hearts collide…

Camille sacrificed romance for success long ago. Now that the lingerie company she and her best friend built is hugely successful, she has a few regrets. Wanting to let down her hair and explore the possibilities, she agrees to meet a man at a bar for drinks only to wind up needing help when she rebuffs his sexual overtures.

Jake and Daniel are two firefighters hitting the bar for a quick drink after a long shift when they see a classy beauty fending off an overzealous boyfriend. With a flex of biceps, they chase him off then settle in to seduce the lovely woman whose eyes reflect a hunger they understand all too well.

What starts as a simple, pleasurable one-night stand, quickly burns up the sheets. While Jake falls deeper into love with Camille, Daniel still thinks he can walk—until he gets a whiff of Camille’s best friend Lacey. Suddenly, three isn’t enough.

Warning! Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly! Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f and m/m.

Get your copy here!

An excerpt from RAW SILK…

Camille’s hands shook as she inserted the key in her apartment door. The two burly men flanking her hadn’t given her an inch of space to breathe, hadn’t left her alone a single moment to rethink this plan.

It had all happened so fast. One minute her focus was Malcolm and the contract his company had been on the verge of offering. Then in the blink of an eye, she’d been seduced away from her purpose by two slick firefighters with bodies to die for. Was she really going to make love with both of them? Was she that desperate?

The lock clicked. Jake reached around her and shoved open the door.

She shouldn’t have been excited by the urgency his action telegraphed. Alarm would have been a more natural reaction, but she did like the way he took charge. How long had it been since a man did anything other than follow her politely inside?

Danny pushed her through the door. His hands were already tugging away her jacket and going for her blouse, reaching around her to unbutton the long row while he touched her intimately down her front.

Too late, she remembered the creamy, ultra-feminine floral bra she’d donned at the shop. As soon as her blouse opened, her nipples peeked above the “shelf”.

Danny’s breath hitched, jerking his chest against her back. His hands cupped her bare flesh, squeezing.

Jake closed the door behind them and stalked past, pulling his T-shirt over his head. All she could do was gape. With a strong male body heating up her backside and all that luscious muscle to view while she was being stripped, she knew she was in way over her head.

When he glanced back, Jake’s face was taut, his gaze narrowing on her mostly naked chest. Looking at him was like eyeing a tiger at the zoo, only there weren’t bars between them to keep her safe.

Holding her gaze, he strode toward her and knelt, his gaze smoldering. He eased his hands under skirt.

Her breaths shortened when his fingertips traced the tops of her thigh-high hosiery. His fingers lingered, slipped inside the snug bands and let them go.

The snap and the darkening pleasure etched on his face made her knees weak. He rolled the hose downward, lifted one foot at a time to slip off her pumps and the stockings. Then he was back under her skirt again, swooping upward. His hands stopped at the edge of her lacy panties then traced the elastic around her hips.

The rise of his eyebrows and the amused quirk of his lips was all the reaction he gave. Hidden under his skirt, he tugged the slender elastic, tightening it between her buttocks.

She bit her lips rather than bleat a breathy Jesus, because she had the feeling she’d be praying for release over and over again this night.

How the hell had she gotten herself into this situation? Did she really want rescuing? Maybe she just needed them to slow down so she could catch her breath—or so she could savor the scandalous delight.

This was all her sister’s fault. Amy’s newfound happiness with her husband had Camille rethinking her own life choices. Including the one that had excluded any long-term relationships. How could she have known she’d have such a long drought of partners?

She’d wanted the career and the opulent storefront. However, the soft chubby-cheeked baby she’d held in her arms last weekend had reminded her that time was marching on, and she wasn’t getting any younger.

If she was going to find Mr. Right, she had to get out more. Malcolm had seemed an appropriate choice. She’d mistaken him for a gentleman.

These two enthusiastic men weren’t on her agenda at all, but then again, she needed some practice. What would one night of freaky sex hurt anyway?

It wasn’t as if they were ever going to see each other again. They didn’t run in the same circles. They could have their choice of women given their attractiveness and sheer maleness. So it wasn’t likely that either of them would give her another thought past this delicious moment.

She could do this…let some of the pent-up yearnings she’d ignored unravel a bit. And she couldn’t think of two better candidates for the job.

Jake was the taller of the two, his shoulders nearly as wide her doorway. He’d had to duck to step inside. He was handsome in a rough-hewn way with a blunt nose and chin. His eyes were a startling blue. Even his close-cropped brown hair appealed. For as large as he was, he moved with grace. She remembered the way he’d danced, his body surrounding her, supporting her with his thigh and the tender crush of his fingers.

Danny, only slightly less tall and broad, was still mouthwateringly masculine. His brown eyes danced with easy humor until aroused, then glinted darkly, his expression growing almost feral. Scary, in a completely sexy way.

And she was going to experience them both. Somehow, she knew they wouldn’t be one-minute wonders, and that the competition between them would only spur them to provide her greater delights.

If Lacey could see her now, she’d be shocked. And beside herself with laughter. Steady, much-too-sensible Camille was about to be the filling in a very naughty sandwich.

“You’re thinking too much,” Jake said, still kneeling at her feet. Her blouse was open, her bra hanging off her arms, and Danny was peering over her shoulder at her breasts while he played.

The corners of Jake’s mouth curled, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt and began to roll it upward, baring the length of her legs then passing her crotch until the fabric bunched around her waist.

Out of reflex, she pressed her knees together, but he wasn’t having any of it. Jake slipped his hands between her legs and pushed apart her thighs.

Danny pinched her nipples, distracting her, and then Jake leaned closer and pressed kisses on her upper thighs. When his fingers grazed her sex through the delicate lace, she jumped, gasping. But he only smiled and planted his thumbs on her outer folds, pressing through the fabric to spread them open. He gave a quick upward glance and winked, catching her open-mouthed expression.

She swallowed hard as he stuck out his tongue and touched her there. Rubbing it over the lacy fabric above her hooded clit. Just that one little spot when she was ready for him to plunge deep. But the teasing little flicker sent darts of electric pleasure zinging toward her womb.

Danny pinched her nipples harder, and she quivered, jerking softly against his chest.

Jake burrowed deeper and latched his wicked lips around her cloaked clit and suckled, the moist sounds obscene in the silence surrounding them. She was the only one nearly naked. The only one exposed.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Tell me when you’re close,” Danny whispered in her ear.

“Almost there,” she moaned. Her breath caught, and her eyes widened because, amazingly, she was beginning the spiral.

Jake leaned back and smoothed his hands up the outside of her thighs, soothing her while she caught her breath. He lurched upward and grabbed her waist, hoisting her off the ground. Danny’s hands fell away.

“Put your legs around me,” Jake growled. “Where’s the bedroom?”

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Susana and the Scot named 2017 RITA® award finalist

rita finalist medallionRomance Writers of America® is pleased to announce that the novel Susana and the Scot (St. Martin’s Press) by author Sabrina York has been named as a finalist in the Long Historical category of the 2017 RITA® awards. The RITA, the highest award of distinction in the romance publishing industry, recognizes excellence in published romance novels and novellas. The author is a a member of the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America and the Pacific Northwest Writers Association.

 

Susana and the Scot RITA finalist

Winners of the awards will be announced Thursday, July 27, 2017, at an Awards Ceremony to be held at the 37th Annual RWA Conference in Orlando, Florida.

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He may not be a cowboy but he sings about them

Let me introduce you to country cowboy singer Mac Fontana

 

I’m celebrating the re-release of HAVING IT ALL, the love story of Mac Fontana and Daisy Giles. Come celebrate with me and a wonderful bunch of authors who are making the arty hot and exciting.

Friday April 14

8:00 PM Eastern Time

Come meet Mac and Daisy and win lots of prizes

To celebrate the re-release of HAVING IT ALL, Decadent Publishing is throwing a big party for me. Mac Fontana may not be a cowboy himself, but he’s become a huge star writing and singing  about them. Come meet Mac and Daisy and a host of other authors at the big party for them.

HAVING IT ALL PARTY

Ten years ago Mac Fontana walked away from Daisy Giles to chase success. Left her with a broken heart. Now each has a failed marriage behind them but both have risen to the top in their chosen fields-Daisy as an event planner and Mac as the hottest country singer on the planet. Her Mr.Fix-It brother has arranged for her to plan a major event for Mac. Determined to be aloo0f and professional, she is unprepared for the heat that always simmered between them to explode in a conflagration of epic proportions. She has one night to hold onto her pride. He has one night to convince her they belong together. Will she understand the song he wrote for her put his heart on the table or will her fear make her walk away?

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Before Daisy could say a word, the doors closed and the car rose soundlessly. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it to hurry or take forever. While she was agonizing time ran out and the smooth glide upward ended. With another swoosh the doors opened to the penthouse foyer, and Mac Fontana stood waiting for her.

Sex personified, that’s all she could think. Age had been far too kind to him. The boyish frame had filled out, and a navy silk shirt and soft jeans showed off the well-defined muscles and broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. Legs that went on forever ended in custom-tooled navy leather boots.

The smooth, boyish face she remembered was now a mature landscape, square-jawed with sharp planes and angles. Stamped by the passage of time. Tiny lines framed the full lips and bracketed the silver eyes watching her from under thick lashes. His black hair was still shoulder length, only now it sported a hundred-dollar trim and was artfully layered.

His presence, the overwhelming maleness of him, the raw power that made him so successful on stage, made her dizzy, and for a moment she felt light-headed.

“Hello, darlin’.”

That honeyed voice had deepened and had a richness that came only with age and experience. It sent shivers skittering along her spine and made every pulse in her body thump so loudly she was sure he could hear them. And she knew without a doubt that despite all the anger and aguish, ten years and a mistake of a marriage, she was and always would be desperately in love with Mac Fontana.

Great. Just great. She knew this was a bad idea. For a fleeting moment she was gripped by a desire to turn and flee, to get as far away from this man as possible. Clinging to her anger was better than dealing with the mixture of emotions swirling through her.

She swallowed, a difficult task with a mouth as dry as the desert. “Hello, Mac.”

He took her hand and slivers of heat traveled up her arm and shot through her body. “Thank you for coming, Daisy. Please come in.”

I hate him. I still hate him. I just need to keep remembering that.

She let him lead her into the suite’s huge step-down living room. Off to the right was the dining room and beyond carved double doors what she was sure was the master bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of every surface covered with vases holding huge arrangements of daisies.

“A little too much, huh?”

Was that a tremor in his voice? Uncertainty from the great Mac Fontana?

Don’t go there, Daisy. It’s just another part of the trap.

Her heart bumped her ribs. “They’re lovely, Mac. You didn’t have to get quite so many, though.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I decided to go for too much rather than too little.”

She looked around, glancing into the dining room. “I thought we were having dinner? Or was that just an excuse to get me up here?” She couldn’t help the bitterness that crept into her voice.

The anger roared to the forefront again. Did he think she was just going to fall into bed with him after all these years? She’d given him the ultimate in trust and he’d trampled on it like an elephant. Left her heart open and bleeding. That wasn’t something easily forgotten.

Mac shook his head. “This isn’t a scam, Daisy, if that’s what you’re thinking. They’ll bring dinner up as soon as I call. I thought maybe we could have a drink first. Kind of ease into things.”

“Ease into what? Jimmy said you wanted to hire me to plan an event. How much easing does that take?”

“As I do. And we’ll get to it. But all in good time.”

She tried to tug her hand away from his but his grip was firm. Not hard, just…solid. And damn it, his familiar scent wrapped itself around her. Her body, reacting like Pavlov’s dog, responded to the nearness of him, nipples hardening, pussy gushing, muscles clenching.

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Pride and Pregnancy with Sarah M. Anderson + giveaway!

Hi everyone! Happy It’s Really Spring out there! Sadly, we had a hard frost that took out all the beautiful magnolia blossoms on my tree. No, they were not made of steel (!). But the daffodils are glorious and the tulips are beginning to bud out, so it’s still pretty out there!

Okay! Last month’s winner was Pam H! Congratulations, Pam!! Send your info to message@sarahmanderson.com!

IMG_2005We’re in the middle of a kitchen remodel, which means most of our kitchen is either a) in the dining room (the microwave, the fridge, the island, etc) or b) in the back yard (all the old cabinets) or c) in the garage (all the new cabinets and everything else). It’s going to be really awesome when it’s done. Whenever that is…

This month I have a two more books out on shelves! The first is Pride and Pregnancy, which is Yellow Bird’s book! It’s been seven years but Yellow Bird made his appearance in A Man of his Word in 2010 and his last appearance in , all the way back in 2011. It took that long to get the right story for him, but finally we hit upon it! Yah! I have some readers who’ve been asking for Yellow Bird’s story for years! I’m so glad we were able to get him out there. He really deserved a happy ending, you know?

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of good sensePrideandPregnancy FINAL must not mix business with passion. 

Like that will keep Tom Yellow Bird from pursuing the woman who shocked his senses at first sight. Yes, the wealthy FBI special agent’s job is to work a case involving the Honorable Caroline Jennings. It is his duty to protect the beautiful judge. Yet nothing stops him from acting on the attraction between them. And once he discovers Caroline is pregnant…any good sense he’s ever had completely vanishes.

But when a secret Caroline is keeping is finally revealed, will Tom’s pride become his ultimate undoing?

I would like to point out, however, that while the title is super cute and the blurb is even cuter, this is not a book that has anything to do with Jane Austen. Yellow Bird isn’t Mr. Darcy in any way, shape or form. Marketing decided the title was adorable, so they went with it.

Buy links: Amazon | B & N | iBooks | KoboIndieboundGoogle | Harlequin

You know I always save a super-sexy excerpt for you guys so enjoy!

Tom paused for just a second, a wild look of need in his eyes, and Caroline wondered if she’d said the wrong thing.

Please, she found herself praying as she clung to him, please don’t let this be a mistake.

It wouldn’t be, and that was final. She wasn’t a naive college girl living in her own little world anymore. She and Tom were consenting adults and it was perfectly reasonable to burn off a little excess energy doing consensual things. What happened in this room had nothing to do with corruption or cases or the errors of her ways.

But the next thing she knew, Tom had pulled free of her grasp and fallen to his knees. Her hands were empty and she felt oddly bereft.

He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her to the edge of the bed, his fingers digging into her skin. “Caroline,” he groaned and then his teeth skimmed over her inner thigh. “Did you ever think of this?”

Then his mouth was upon her, licking and sucking her tender flesh. She sank her fingers into his hair and gave herself up to the sensation. Tom shifted, lifting her legs over his shoulders and spreading her wider for his attentions.

“Sometimes,” she got out in a breathy voice. But not very often.

Oral sex was just…one of those things. Her previous lovers had either not been enthusiastic about it or hadn’t been good—the worst was when it was both combined. They would go down on her for a few minutes and consider that an even exchange for fellatio.

But Tom? Not only was he enthusiastic—and that would’ve been more than enough—but he knew what he was doing. He found the bud of her sex and tormented it relentlessly with his tongue. One hand snaked up over her stomach until he was fondling her breast, rubbing his callused thumb over her nipple until it ached. His other hand? When he slipped a finger inside her, she almost came off the bed. She wanted to cry with satisfaction. She didn’t. Instead, she just held on for the ride.

Jesus, her fantasies weren’t this good. Tom found a rhythm and worked her body. He teased her nipple and licked her sex and thrust his fingers into her body. He gave her no quarter, no space for her mind to wander off and debate the wisdom of this. He kept her in the here and now, in this bedroom, with him. He pushed her body relentlessly as the orgasm built. He must’ve been able to tell she was close, because suddenly, he wasn’t just flicking his thumb back and forth over her taut nipple—he pinched it between his thumb and finger and made a humming noise deep in the back of his throat.

Caroline came undone. Her thighs clenched around his fingers as she rode the waves of pleasure until they left her sated and limp. Slowly, Tom withdrew. He went from licking to pressing gentle kisses against her sex. Instead of pinching her nipple, he stroked his fingers all around her breast and then down over her stomach. Slowly, he pulled free of her body. She shivered at the loss.

She felt she needed to say something, show her appreciation somehow. She should be polite and reciprocate, at least.

But she found she couldn’t do any of those things. She was boneless with satisfaction, able to do little more than smile at him. “Hopefully,” she said, her voice sultry even to her own ears, “that wasn’t a hazardous activity.”

Tom got to his feet. The moonlight kissed his skin, giving him an otherworldly look. His erection jutted out from his body, and she lifted her foot to nudge at the tip. “No,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, “I don’t think there was anything damaging about that.” He grabbed her foot when she nudged him again and lifted it, pressing a kiss to the sole.

It tickled and she laughed.

He leaned over her, holding his body above hers. The scent of sex hung between them as his erection brushed her hip. Unexpectedly, her eyes watered. This man—more than his dammed spring, more than his wine and pizza—she’d needed this from this man. “You decide.”

She touched his face, letting her fingertips trace the map of his skin. “On what?”

Even in this dim light, she could see his eyes darken. “Do I flip you over or make you ride me?” She gasped at his words, her body arching into his. He’d paid attention, bless the man. He went on, “Should I suck your breasts or slap your ass?”

She pulled him down onto the bed, rolling as he went. “I’m on top.”

“God,” he muttered, shifting so they were in the middle of the bed, “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

WHEW! That’s some hot stuff! This is easily the sexiest book I’ve written this year, let me tell you.

Home on the Ranch Rodeo FINALOkay! As usual, I have a giveaway for you! Print copies of A Man of His Word, A Man of Privilege and A Man of Distinction, so you can get all caught up on where Yellow Bird’s story started! Just leave a comment telling me your remodeling story and/or offer my tips for surviving said remodeling.

Almost forgot–if you’re near a Target or a Wal-Mart, be sure to look for Home on the Ranch: Rodeo. This is a print edition of two of my favorite books–Rodeo Dreams and One Rodeo Season. They weren’t widely available in print the first time they came out, so if you like print, this is your chance to grab them!

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New Cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver

***SQUEE***

I have a new cover! Cowboy’s Song, #8 Cowboys of Nirvana!

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And…

Weston’s Trouble, #3 Saddles & Second Chances

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Watch for both in May

Now’s the time to catch up on the others in the series!

 

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The Compass Brothers Ride Again – Mari Carr

Southern-Comfort-KindleThe Compass Brothers first released way back in 2011. Recently, their home publisher, Samhain (sadly) closed its doors. Which meant Jayne Rylon and I were suddenly in possession of eight books – the four Compass Brothers and then the “daughters sequel series” Compass Girls. We were extremely excited to be able to update the covers and introduce these books to a whole new crop of readers who may have missed them the first time around.

Over the course of March and April, we will release one story a week (we don’t want to break anyone’s bank!) and we hope you’ll join us on this journey back to Compton Pass. Come back to the land of hot cowboys, red hot menages, sexy dominant men, feisty women and a family who will have you laughing and crying and wishing your last name was Compton.

Winters-Thaw-KindleAnd, for past fans of the series, nothing has changed in these books, so if you bought them the first time–you still have them. BUT because we don’t want to leave you out of the fun, Jayne and I thought it was a good time to let you know we’ve heard your pleas and YES, the Compass Boys are coming! Writing will begin this summer and by late fall, the third series should start hitting the shelves.

Western-Ties-KindleHow about a sneak peek of Western Ties? Re-releasing in just 3 days.

“Leah?” a familiar male voice behind her said.

Leah closed her eyes and prayed she’d imagined it. There was no way. No possible way—

“Leah Hollister?”

She sighed. Fuck. What were the chances?

Turning, she realized her night wasn’t going to end as she’d planned. She should have saved her money. Should have stayed in Compton Pass. She was screwed.

“Sawyer.” She didn’t bother with the pretense of being happy to see him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Leah,” Stacey whispered, her voice full of warning.

Sawyer narrowed his eyes, refusing to answer. His gaze started at the top, taking in her dramatic makeup, before drifting lower to her breasts, accentuated by the tight corset Stacey had loaned her. She willed herself to remain still as he finished his visual tour with a long look at her short leather skirt and stocking-clad legs.

“Enjoying the view?” she taunted. “You still haven’t answered my question. Shouldn’t you be in San Francisco? What are you doing here?”

He scowled. “That’s my question for you. A BDSM party in L.A. is a long way from a kindergarten classroom in Compton Pass. Last time I saw you, you were leading a pack of five-year-olds around my family’s ranch.”

A couple of years earlier, Sawyer had helped her organize a field trip to Compass ranch. It had been one of the highlights of the year for her students—and for her. It was also the last time she’d seen Sawyer. Two years was a long time. She certainly hadn’t expected their reunion to take place in L.A.

She sucked in a deep breath and tried to hide her disappointment. He was right. She’d purposely put herself as far away from home as possible, so that she could indulge in these two nights. One weekend to confirm a few suspicions she’d always held in regard to her sexual preferences. Sawyer was going to put a wrench in the works.

She gestured at her outfit. “I would think my role here would be obvious.” For the first time, she allowed her gaze to travel over him as well. Her body heated with arousal as she noted how unbelievably sexy he was. He wore tight dark jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest to perfection. No one in the place would fail to read the dominance in his stance, the aura of power he projected.

On the surface, she was shocked to find her friend in a place like this, but there was another part—deep inside—that wasn’t a bit surprised. He belonged here.

“So you’re a Dom?” She fought the urge to laugh as she asked the absurd question. Of course he was.

His gaze drifted to her arm. He grasped her wrist, pulling it up and toying with the white wristband the host had given her upon arrival.

“You understand what this means, right?” he asked, gesturing to the bracelet.

Sawyer completely ignored her Dom question. It didn’t matter anyway. It had clearly been rhetorical. He was a Compton. Anybody and everybody from their neck of the woods knew that name was synonymous with alpha male.

She gave him an annoyed look. “Of course I do.”

It was evident from his tone he didn’t think she belonged here any more than Stacey. One of the reasons she’d planned this adventure far away from home, surrounded by strangers who didn’t know her, was because rumors spread like wildfire in their small hometown. She knew about Sawyer’s sexual proclivities, and she’d always wondered if she shared a few of them.

Besides, her sweet disposition didn’t inspire the more adventurous cowboys back home to ask her out, so her opportunities for exploration were seriously limited. Julie was right. She was a goody-goody.

Sawyer didn’t appear to like her answer, so he restated the obvious. “It means you are an unattached submissive who’s looking for a Dom. This wristband has declared it open season on you.”

She shrugged, unconcerned. “Sorry to shatter the illusion, Sawyer, but I think I can handle whatever this party dishes out. It’s not like I’m a virgin.”

He frowned. “You lost your virginity in the backseat of a Pontiac to Les Prescott after Compton Pass won the district football championship our senior year. The guy was a shithead. You should’ve chosen better.”

Leah laughed, though a ripple of desire slammed into her. It was always this way with Sawyer. Though they were just friends, there’d never been a time when she hadn’t felt his gaze on her. He’d scared off more than a few would-be boyfriends in her lifetime claiming they were only after one thing. Les had fallen into that category, but Sawyer had been playing on that championship team and had been a bit distracted that night.

Sawyer had appointed himself her personal guardian in third grade when Jordan Haskiell had shoved her down on the playground after she’d beat him in a footrace. As a result, Sawyer had endured an afternoon in the principal’s office and God only knew what kind of punishment at home after issuing Jordan a very physical, very painful warning of what happened to guys who messed with Leah. While Sawyer hadn’t pursued her romantically, he’d certainly taken the bonds of friendship to a new extreme.

Despite the fact they’d existed in different cliques at school, Sawyer hadn’t let social status stop him from being one of her best friends. He’d run with the jocks and cheerleaders, while she’d been firmly encamped with the brainiacs, less affectionately referred to as nerds by their peers. “How could you have known about Les?”

“I told you. He was a prick. He was bragging about it at school the following Monday.”

She flushed. She’d never heard of Les spreading rumors about her. “I didn’t know—”

Sawyer grinned. “Luckily, he started his boasting with me. I took him out behind the school and gave him a reason to shut his fucking mouth.”

His admission held a hint of humor, but she could tell he was angry. She decided to test the waters to see how screwed she was.

“Well, it was great to see you again, but Stacey and I were going to pop over to the bar for a drink.”

“I’ll go with you.” He confirmed her fear.

She smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re scaring off all the other Doms.”

His wolfish grin let her know that was his intent.

Her temper sparked. “God dammit, Sawyer. Go away.”

Stacey lightly touched her arm, alerting Leah that she’d spoken too loudly. Several people glanced in her direction and frowned. She was never going to achieve her goal at this rate.

Sawyer was the only person in the room who didn’t take offense at her faux pas. “You realize this is a weekend party?”

She nodded. It was starting to look like it would be a long two days.

Sawyer reclaimed her hand, slipping off the white bracelet.

“What the hell are you doing?” She tried to pull her arm free, attempting to grab the wristband back.

Sawyer’s grip was implacable. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green bracelet. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. There was no way he would—

Sawyer slipped it around her wrist.

“No,” she whispered when he lifted her hand.

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I’m Still Alive

So sorry I missed January totally and since Feb only had 28 days, I didn’t post then either.

I’ve been super busy writing, editing and waiting for a response on my cowboy book. I’m not patient, but I’m dealing with it by writing more books so that is a good thing.

Some news to share:

I have a new release this weekend – I have a short story in the We Love Kink Anthology.

Sexy Surprise by Marie Tuhart

Eric Montgomery has had the hots for Marina Landers for over a year. Now they’re thrown together as best man and maid of honor. Close proximity to the sexy best man has left Marina Landers desperate for release, and when Eric offers her the opportunity to find out if the rumors about his domineering ways are true she jumps at the chance. Once the fling is over, Marina plans to walk away, but Eric has other plans.

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Red Club Temptation is on sale from 4/1 until 4/12 for .99 cents – so if you haven’t had the chance to pick it up and you want to read it now would be the time.

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And last but not least – I have a cover for my new release coming on 7/1/17.  Passionate Desire.

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I hope I have more good news next month.

 

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