Hello dear friends! I had a little shock when I sat down this morning and found it was Monday the 19th–my day to blog! I look a little like this…
Although I’ve already done about 12 things to prep 4 kids for school, my mind is elsewhere. Know why? Today I’m taking Daisy to the groomer, which means drive time. For me, driving is a religion. It is a way to refresh my soul, and more than one storyline has come from burning up the miles. I drive a black SUV (sounds more glamorous than it is, believe me). But this is what I’d rather drive.
Yes, I’m serious! My dream is to drive cross-country, meandering through small town America and talking to people. You know, normal people. Ones I’d find in the coffee shop on Monday morning. The cashier at the deli. The new mom sitting on a park bench. And of course, this guy.
I just know he’s out there on the plains somewhere, driving around and looking for a country girl. I just might puncture a tire and see where it leads!
Do you love to drive? I’d love to hear from you! One lucky commenter will win a $5 GC to Amazon or Barnes and Noble! Read a little from my upcoming June 10 release PUSHIN’ BUTTONS!
The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 1
Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sybill cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.
Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sybill, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.
Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sybill, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.
Warning: This ain’t your daddy’s ranch. Contains cowboys administering sexual therapy to frustrated ladies—and each other. Fresh batteries recommended. You’re gonna need ’em!
EXCERPT RATED ADULT:
“Remember, cowboys. Keep your hands in your laps and your peckers in your pants. At least until it’s time to play your part.” Hugh paced down the line of twenty cowboys and dropped a file in each man’s hands.
The manila folders held a profile sheet containing a different woman’s photo, personal information and everything that man needed to know to rock the lady’s world, Boot Knockers style.
Hugh stopped in front of Riggs Archer, his best friend and the only guy not to follow protocol in the past. “Keep your—”
Riggs tugged the brim of his hat lower to avoid Hugh’s gaze. “I know, I know. Hands in my lap. No pushing the button until my lady comes up.”
“And keep your—”
Riggs shot him a glare. “Pecker. In. Pants.”
“Thass right, Archer.” Hugh grinned and nudged his friend’s hat with his knuckles, shoving it back enough to see the smoldering sparks in Riggs’s dark eyes.
Hugh’s stomach clenched and he passed Riggs his folder to cover his reaction.
Once the information was all distributed, Hugh watched the guys flip through the paperwork. The twenty women were hand-selected by the female production manager, Isabel. She was great at matching the men’s sexual strengths to the women’s needs.
A virgin needing deflowered? Jack was her man. He’d singlehandedly popped over thirty cherries in the four years they’d been running the Boot Knockers Ranch.
Ty excelled at treating women with body dysmorphic disorder. The women who spent a week under his care—and under his muscled body—left with the confidence of a supermodel.
And Hugh…well, he wasn’t playing this hand. Twenty women. Twenty men. He only filled in when necessary. His balls clenched at the idea of a celibate week, but he could tough it out. Maybe some lady would get kinky and ask for a voyeur.
“They’re lined up backstage,” Isabel whispered, and he gave a nod of recognition.
“You heard her, boys. Get to your seats. Fight over them a little. The show’s only for the ladies, but give ’em a good one. Make them feel special, because they are.” Hugh waved his fellow Boot Knockers toward the front of the auditorium. In three minutes, the lights would dim. In five, the first woman would walk onto the stage.
Thanks for reading!
PUSHIN’ BUTTONS releases June 10, 2014. Preorder here.
~hardworking heroes–in bed and out~