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Sneak Peek…Another Second Chance Cowboy!!

Who’s ready for another cowboy in the Second Chance series?

Book 8, Second Sunrise Cowboy, is Cash’s story. It’s up for pre-order now!

If you haven’t read all of the books in this series, now is the time.

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Dakota Childs stood at the cemetery in the rain on an unbelievably cold Texas afternoon. She’d quit her job and used up most of her cash to get here to say farewell to her beloved aunt. The last thing she needed or wanted was anyone’s pity, but when the tall, sexy stranger in worn hat and boots pulled out the umbrella, and offered her a place to stay, she couldn’t think of one good reason not to accept. When he steered his pale blue eyes her way, she was mesmerized…and instantly rethinks her plans of leaving the small town.

Cash Bailey loved his daughter, but being a single father could be trying and downright confusing.  He had no clue how young girls dressed, or how to braid hair or the importance of picking out matching shoes. Physically, he missed having someone to hold. Emotionally, he missed having someone to love—what he’d lost when his wife died five years ago. Then in pops Dakota, her expressive eyes and innocent smile triggers something deep and intense in him. She’s giving, beautiful and braids hair like a champ. For the first time in a long time, he has an opportunity for happiness, but why can’t he shake the guilt?

When things start to heat up on Havens Ranch, Dakota faces a decision that will change her life forever. Will Cash finally break his internal chains and accept the emotions in his heart, or lose happiness for a second time?

Here is an unedited excerpt from Second Sunrise Cowboy.

Cash stared at Dakota, he couldn’t help but admire her. He wasn’t sure if his relief came more from her closeness or the fact that Brody hadn’t kissed her goodnight—stupid cowboy.

“Were you snooping?” Dakota’s hands slid to her curvy hips.

“Hell no. Nothin’ wrong with a cowboy enjoying fresh air.”

She smiled and he watched her lips. The top was a bit smaller, but that bottom  one…wow…perfectly shaped for a kiss. They were shiny as if she’d applied lip tint before she got there, he wondered what flavor. He wanted to taste her, feel her against him. He’d dreamt of kissing her all night. Damn, kissing could be placed on the list of “don’t go there”. He couldn’t offer her a relationship. So what was left? Sex. Lots of it.

His body jerked and his zipper bulged. Yeah, he wasn’t against the idea…not at all.

“You look like the cat who ate the mouse. Got something you need to share?” Her eyes were on him in accusation.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you left, but you looked beautiful tonight.” The words slipped out before he could come up with a good enough excuse not to say them.

A pretty blush teased her cheeks and she lowered her gaze. He liked how she got all bashful when he paid her a compliment, although he didn’t make it a habit. “Oh I just pulled this outfit from my suitcase.”

“I like the jeans, the boots.” He blew a whistle through his teeth. “You’re fitting in here on the ranch.”

“Well, I like when you’re nice, Cash, You should do it more often.” She patted his arm. “I see the love and tenderness in your eyes when it comes to Becca. You know, it’d be okay to allow others to see that side of you too.”

“Yeah…I’ve heard that a time or two.” He winked, shifted his boots and sighed. “Considering you got all dolled up and no cowboy to show you proper attention, I do believe I’m the man to deliver it.” Before he put too much thought into his action, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, dragging her against him. Her eyes widened and her bottom lip puckered–his resistance faded.

He lowered his mouth and kissed her hard, every ounce of desire building within him, urging him to continue. The power of the kiss enveloped them.

Her lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside and she moaned deep in her throat. Their bodies pressed together and a commanding lust seeped between them. Her tongue swept across the roof of his mouth, sending an electrical current bursting through him and straight to the tip of his cock.

His body responded readily with uninhibited longing. He tangled his fingers in her hair, keeping her close as he continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her, sampling her gift. The rim of his hat touched her forehead, toppled off his head and onto the floor. He didn’t give a damn.

He lowered his mouth, kissing her jaw…her neck and the dip by her throat. She smelled so good. Her scent made him forget the consequences of letting go.

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PRESSURE POINT. Book 3, Rhinestone Cowgirls.


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Emerald ‘Em’ Stone wakes up in bed, but not the one she expected.

Lying next to her is a naked cowboy and she isn’t sure how he got there. Slipping back into her wrinkled bridesmaid dress, she starts her plan into action. She has somewhere to be and no time for a cowboy, even if he is wickedly sexy from head to toe.

Nash Walters is wearing only his hat and a five o’clock shadow when a disgruntled Em takes him hostage. She plans to steal a horse and he becomes her unwilling, and very naked, accomplice. The blanket he finds buried in the truck fits him like a skirt, but at least his jewels are covered.

He knew from the start the youngest Stone sister was nothin’ but trouble, and he has time to think it over when she lands him in jail. He isn’t sure if he wants to spread Em over his knee and spank her or kiss the hell out of her. She is the most infuriating woman he’s ever come across, and yet he can’t get enough.

Em is perfectly naughty and strong-willed, and has no plans of changing. She swore off men and relationships, simply because no man is capable of handling her—until Nash. He has life by the balls and he’s aiming to settle down, start a family, and when he sets his sights on Em, she isn’t sure if she should run far away or into his wide, accepting arms.

Can Nash tame the beautiful Stone sister? Or will she bring him to his knees?






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Get ’em hot. Make ’em come!

As I finished up book 3 of Rhinestone Cowgirls, PRESSURE POINT, I realized my hero, Nash was a sensitive man. I remembered reading once, I do believe from another author, that a hero shouldn’t be sensitive. Shouldn’t have deep, emotional talks with his friends and family. Shouldn’t let the heroine have too much control. But for me, I like creating heroes who aren’t afraid to show his emotional side. Now, this isn’t to say that Nash doesn’t have balls, because he has a huge pair, of course. The heroine, Emerald “Em” isn’t sensitive. She’s a bit closed off. Aloof. She’s never met a man who can handle her, until Nash. And then, woo-whee, do things hit the fan. I hope you’ll love how these two collide and set off fireworks.

PRESSURE POINT is releasing April 30. It is now available at Amazon for pre-order.

I’m attaching an unedited excerpt. Hope you like!



Emerald ‘Em’ Stone wakes up in bed, but not the one she expected.

Lying next to her is a naked cowboy and she isn’t sure how he got there. Slipping back into her wrinkled bridesmaid dress, she starts her plan into action. She has somewhere to be and no time for a cowboy, even if he is wickedly sexy from head to toe.

Nash Walters is wearing only his hat and a five o’clock shadow when a disgruntled Em takes him hostage. She plans to steal a horse and he becomes her unwilling, and very naked, accomplice. The blanket he finds buried in the truck fits him like a skirt, but at least his jewels are covered.

He knew from the start the youngest Stone sister was nothin’ but trouble, and he has time to think it over when she lands him in jail. He isn’t sure if he wants to spread Em over his knee and spank her or kiss the hell out of her. She is the most infuriating woman he’s ever come across, and yet he can’t get enough.

Em is perfectly naughty and strong-willed, and has no plans of changing. She swore off men and relationships, simply because no man is capable of handling her—until Nash. He has life by the balls and he’s aiming to settle down, start a family, and when he sets his sights on Em, she isn’t sure if she should run far away or into his wide, accepting arms.

Can Nash tame the beautiful Stone sister? Or will she bring him to his knees?


They took the stairs together, Em holding his hand and guiding him. Her body heated and her head spun. A heated throb pounded her inner thighs and she needed Nash’s touch.

She looked at him, he smiled and her heart skipped a beat. How had she gotten here? On her way to the cabin not once had she thought she’d end up with these sweltering sensations rushing through her, filled with a desire to set the sheets on fire. Her attention focused on the intense sensation in the apex of her thighs. She couldn’t remember being so wet, so ready to take things to the next level.

They stepped onto the second floor and she led him down the small hallway and to the door of her bedroom.

None of the men compared to Nash and the feelings he erupted within her.

Now, upstairs in her bedroom, she stared at her bed. She’d never shared this room with a man.

She turned and laid her hands on Nash’s chest. He smiled, an expression that promised euphoria and bliss. She could only imagine where this man could take her…The possibilities were endless. This excited her.

Guilt had no place here. She had no reason to feel anything but elation. Nash wanted her, she wanted him. They could spend the weekend together and walk back into their lives come Sunday.

He wanted things she couldn’t give. He knew that, and he still wanted her—this.

And tonight, she wanted her sheets to be on fire. She pushed aside the doubt.

He lifted her chin, their gazes meeting. “You okay, darlin’?”

“I’m caught up in all of this–you,” she mumbled.

He chuckled deep from within his chest. “I know the feeling.”

When had any other man looked at her with such desire? Never. His hunger etched lines in his face and she swore she could hear his heart beating. She didn’t care about anything outside of these four walls. She wanted him, like she’d never wanted anything in her entire life.

She lifted a hand and touched his warm cheek, the pricks of his beard rasped her fingers, flooding her body with yearning, imagining what the scruff would feel like on her sensitive body.

The muscles in his neck tightened and she exhaled. She dropped her palm to his chest, sliding a finger along the top button of his shirt, opening it, smoothing the pad of her finger on his smooth, tanned chest. He moaned.

Because he was so tall, she had to stand on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. She did, and pressed her body against his iron-hard length. The bulge in his zipper pushed against her stomach, where a pool of lust puddled.

“Will you still respect me in the morning” It was meant as a joke but came out as a whimpered request.

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Heat up with Saint Valentine!

Did you know that Valentine’s Day is named after the 3rd Century Catholic priest, Saint Valentine? He so believed in love and romance that he risked his life to marry couples. Therefore, he gained the reputation as a legendary Cupid. Sure, the story of Saint Valentine has been molded, shaped, tweaked and admired into a tale that outweighs fact, but one thing we can’t deny, he did indeed die for his belief in love.

Hopefully, all of you are experiencing love and romance daily. But why not make VDay 2015 the best yet? VDay doesn’t have to cost a fortune, because love is free. Traditionally, VDay was celebrated by making handmade cards plastered with hearts, flowers and love notes then giving them to those we admire. Try your hand at crafting a card. Contemporary VDay is celebrated with dinner, gifts of champagne, chocolate and roses. And lots of proposals!  Why not prepare a romantic dinner at home? A single red rose packs a huge romantic statement.

What are your plans for VDay? Or do you have a special VDay story to share? I’d love to hear. Comment on this post and you’ll be entered to win a FREE book of mine, your choice. One winner will be chosen randomly. 

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“Ben, something’s in my pants.”

He dropped the basket to the ground. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, but…ouch!” She froze. “It stung me!” Afraid if she moved an inch either direction whatever it was would sting her again. “I think it’s a bee.”

“What does the sting feel like?”

“Are you serious? A sting! Like someone shot a staple into my butt.” Tears came to her eyes.

“Drop your pants, Cara.” He was beside her in a flash.

The back of her thigh started to throb in pain but she continued to stare at him in confusion. “I’m not dropping my pants.” She was mortified.

“If it’s a wasp, it’ll sting you again,” he warned.

Fear washed over her, but not from the wasp. If she pulled down her pants he would see her panties, not the pretty, lace ones she wore once upon a time. Not the panties she believed a man like Ben would wish to see on a woman. Cara’s panties certainly wouldn’t be found in a sexy lingerie shop. These were the comfy panties, as she liked to call them, she started wearing when James continually told her how fat she was getting. They didn’t cover up enough for her liking.

Had she gone mad?

And why did she care one hoot what underwear she was wearing? If Ben didn’t like them then so what!

She smiled. Wow…she was getting the aggressive thing down. Diedre would be pleased.

“Do you need some help?” he asked.

She smacked his hand away. “No. I’ll do it, but you have to turn your head.”

“Cara, we don’t have time for this. Is it not processing that you could be stung again? This is for emergency reasons only.” The sincerity in his expression made it easier to do what she knew must be done.

Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, he was polite enough to keep his gaze on her face as she slowly slid the denim down her hips and thighs, slipping them to her knees. All of James’s cruel and degrading verbal assaults crawled through her mind as she stood there, partially naked. James had been the only man who’d seen her without clothes. And he’d never liked what he saw.

“Where did it sting you, sweetheart?” His gentle voice soothed her—a little.

“On my thigh, the back.”

“Turn and let me take a look.” His gaze slipped past her chest, her stomach and she crossed her arms over her chest, vulnerability easing through her.  “If it’s a bee sting you could still have the stinger in your skin, which could cause infection. We can’t let that happen. You’re in Nirvana and that bee just wanted a little taste of honey.”

How did he do that? How did he make everything seem okay? How did he make her fears seem ridiculous? Because in actuality, they were silly. She was being silly. James was gone and she was moving on. The internal scars were fading.

Reluctantly, she turned and closed her eyes. His breath rushed from his lungs and she jerked. Then he was quiet for the longest time. Was he silently gawking at her large butt or her huge thighs? She had never claimed to be a supermodel and had never wanted to be. She read in a magazine that men liked juicy behinds.Of course, what did juicy mean? Seconds turned into a minute. She started to turn back but he stopped her with a hand on her waist.  “What is it, Ben?”

“It’s definitely a bee sting, darlin’.” His voice was smooth as silk.

“Then get it out fast. This is awkward standing here with my pants down around my ankles.”

“Well, sweetheart, there’s a problem.”

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PRESSURE RISING–Another Rhinestone Cowgirl–is coming in January! Hot excerpt!!!!

After Christmas, when all of the lights come down, all of the bling disappears, I feel a sense of an end. December is a month of non-stop activity. I barely have time to catch my breath before I’m on the go again. Once presents are opened and family members have gone home, we’re left to reflect. The adrenaline starts to lower. Life starts to settle again. But…It’s time to start thinking of the new year–2015. New stories come alive, bouncing around inside of my head. Heroes and heroines whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I’m excited for this upcoming year and the books in store. More cowboys…possibly a few more bad-ass heroes. An accident or two, or three! And of course, saucy heroines to keep the men in line. This is the best gift ever–new beginnings!

What will you set for your goals? Any hopes and dreams? For some it’s a new TBR list.

On January 7th, 2015, Pressure Rising will be available! Pre-order 


He glanced at her, his unsmiling mouth still looked delectable. “So, you want to do this here?” His gaze locked with hers before crawling over her chest, waist, legs. She was stripped of any bit of clothing, as well as the wall of anger she erected years ago. His tongue swept across his bottom lip. Did he imagine he was licking her?

She squeezed her hands together until her knuckles popped. Was he doing this to unsettle her? If so, he was doing a good job.

Her hormones raced through her body, teasing her nerve endings and begging for a touch from one tall, sexy cowboy with twinkling eyes. She hadn’t realized before how much she liked cowboys.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

She nodded, sending her hair along her cheek and she pushed it back behind her ear. Up until now, she thought she could handle seeing DJ without his jeans, but areas of her body were awakened, sensitive spots quivered. “I’ll turn my head while you pull your pants down.” She twisted on barefoot. Never in a million years did she think those words would come from her—especially toward DJ Walters.

His deep chuckle pierced the air and pricked her nipples. She licked her lips as everything she’d ever held true about herself crumbled into little pieces at her feet. Years without sex hadn’t dampened the desire.

“I’m about as decent as I can get with my jeans pulled down to my knees.” His thick voice lifted the hairs on her neck.

She turned and found him lying face down on the couch. He’d left his blue and black striped boxers pulled up. She was grateful that he couldn’t see her face considering the stinging in her cheeks told her they were as red as a strawberry.

He looked up at her and one corner of his mouth tugged upward. She wondered if he ever fully smiled? Either way, the quirked smile tugged at the strings between her heart and the apex of her thighs. She rejected the need to clamp her knees together.

“What are you waiting for, sweetheart? You wanted to do this, remember?” His words were completely erotic, and she wasn’t immune. Amusement lit his eyes.

She took in a deep breath and willed her body to stop acting like a teenager. She was a grown woman with a job to do. There wasn’t a big deal about changing his bandage. She’d seen a man’s ass before—even his. But somehow not only seeing it, but touching it too made a helluva difference. Her fingers trembled.

Get this over with.

Crossing the room, she took a seat on the cushion next to his hip. She was met with a strong smell of spice soap and it teased her nostrils. Heat shot through her loins and she became lightheaded.

“How about I manage this alone?” He shifted on the cushion.

“I can do this, in my own time. It’s not like you have someplace to be,” she said firmly. Her body shuddered, matching the seesawing of her voice.

He sighed and it vibrated the cushion. Not exactly the best thing for her sensitive core. After gathering the first aid kit, she dug out what she needed with her shaky fingers.  The oxygen seemed depleted as she forced air through her nose. “I’m going to touch your waist and slip down the elastic band of your boxers.”

DJ swung his gaze around again and met hers over his broad shoulder. “Are you seriously going to narrate this?”

She gave her head a shake. “I’m nervous.” She couldn’t hide the obvious.

“Don’t worry. I won’t bite. I might get a little turned on and this position might get uncomfortable, but that’s as far as I’ll let it go.”

Her gasp snapped the air.

“Take it as a compliment, darlin’.”

She couldn’t tell if he was joking because his face was buried in the pillow.

What was wrong with her? Why was she allowing him to mess with her mind?

Lowering his boxers, the backs of her knuckles skimmed his warm, smooth skin still dewy from the bath. The flesh below his underwear was much paler compared to the rest. And the man had a rock hard bum, perfectly shaped. Of course he would, considering he was in the saddle a lot.

Grabbing the end of the bandage she knew this wouldn’t be easy, so she counted to three inside of her head and gave it one fast tug.

“Yeowl!” His butt tightened.

“I did it as quickly as I could.” She stifled a laugh. The wound was red, but it was healing nicely. “Looks good.” Realizing what she’d said, she cleared her throat. “I’m talking about the stiches…the wound is nice…the area around it is nice too…I mean…no sign of infection.”

She’d just slaughtered any chance of handling this like an uninterested, grown woman.

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Name a Hero!!!

Naming a character can sometimes be difficult. When it comes to a name, you want one that says something about the character. Imagine scrolling through romance novels, looking for the perfect one and coming upon a hot, sexy cover. Your interest is piqued. You click on the link, read the blurb and this is what you find…

“The lights were low, candles were lit and soft music flowed. A whimper slipped from Jezebel’s moist lips as                               Pee Wee moved in to kiss her…”

No offense to any men named Pee Wee, but the name draws a reader out…waaaaaaaay out.

Let’s try this again, shall we?

“The lights were low, candles were lit and soft music flowed. A whimper slipped from Jezebel’s moist lips as                               Rogan moved in to kiss her…”

Big difference, huh? I get a visual that makes me want to read all about Rogan…and possibly lick him too.

So, I need your help. What do you think my next hero should be named? He’s a military man and, of course, bad-ass.

Comment with a sexy, powerful name and you’re entered to win an ecopy of my newest release, Under The Mistletoe. Good luck!




Alex wants more from Santa than a lump of coal…
Dreading the holiday, Alex is grumpy and down on her luck. Another year alone–another year that her parents will needle her about her single status. Stopping in Vegas for a little fun before she’s forced to face her family solo, she hopes for a big win but didn’t expect it to be wrapped in worn jeans, flannel and a cowboy hat.
Jax is having a bad day. A bad month. But when he wins big his holiday cheer improves. And who better to celebrate with than the lovely lady who caught his eye at the slot machine.
Alex isn’t looking for a holiday romance, but she does have a solution to her problems. Jax would make a perfect boyfriend—even if she must pay him. Money well spent to keep her parents off of her back for the week.
Santa has a plan. The gift Alex and Jax find other the tree is more than cash for services.

Pressure Rising (Book 2, Rhinestone Cowgirls)


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Carrying a shotgun lands her into trouble…and under the spell of a cowboy

Pearl learned the hard way that DJ is a poison that needs to be eradicated from her neighboring land. Although she hates him with a passion, killing him isn’t part of her plan. When the shotgun fires and DJ is wounded, she wishes she left the gun at home.

DJ has a pain in his butt—literally. Thanks to Pearl with her poor shooting skills and temper. He knew all along that she had it out for him, but shooting him in his backside was a little too close for comfort. When she shows up on his doorstep— after prodding from her family—apologizing and offering to ‘nurse’ him back to health, he can’t help but imagine all of the opportunities at his fingertips. His sweetest revenge would be to prove that she has feelings for him, and with a little of his country-boy charm, she might lose the emotional barriers and stop treating him like the devil’s spawn.

One touch and Pearl is hooked. Changing the bandage on DJ’s nice, tight buns starts a fervor within her that leads her down a delicious path—and straight into DJ’s strong, awaiting arms. She realizes shutting him out isn’t as easy as building another wall of protection. He’s in her blood and she’s addicted. And her cowboy is determined to unlock all of her closed doors.

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Riding….er, writing cowboys!

This has been one crazy busy month. I have a lot going on that I want to share.

First, my holiday novella, Under The Mistletoe, is up for pre-order at Amazon. Release date is December 4th. Just in time for Christmas. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed writing Alex and Jax’s story. It begins in Vegas, a place with lots of shiny lights and miraculous wonder, a place that reminds me a lot of Christmas. A few months ago I was looking into a Vegas vacation and fell in love with one of the hotels I came across. After perusing pics of one of the suites, I knew I had to write a story in Vegas and include hot scenes in a big, soaking tub. Well…a month later…Under The Mistletoe is born.

Tis the season for cowboys…and giveaways!

I want to give away (2) Two cowboy keychains to (2) lucky winners. All you have to do is comment below. Good luck!


Alex was a perfect woman. Pert breasts. Lovely, slender hips. Long, toned legs that went for miles. A perfect fit in his arms.Under_The_Mistletoe

He held his breath. What was he getting into?

Focus on bringing her pleasure because tonight is all we have.

He followed the slender curve of her shoulder with his mouth, licking as he went along, He kissed the sleek bend, along the arch of her neck, inhaling her scent that made him woozy. “Do you like that, darlin’? Me kissing your neck?”

“Yes, yes!” Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair. He imagined her doing the same when he licked her pussy.

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Six Full-length Cowboy Books Only 99 Cents for a Limited Time! #CowboyRomance #WesternRomance

Look what Sable Hunter, Donna Michaels, Myla Jackson, Paige Tyler, Melissa Schroeder, and I did! We combined the first stories of one of our sexy cowboy series into an awesome boxed set for you.  Six Smokin’ Hot Cowboy Novels by Six of Today’s Hottest Cowboy Authors. And right now, it’s only $.99 on Amazon.

Final Cowboy Six Pack #11 (small) copy

Don’t you just want to help that lonely cowboy with his saddle?

Uh, sorry, I got distracted there…

Here are the book blurbs:



Hell Yeah! Series, Book 1

Sable Hunter

Aron McCoy has sworn off women – except for sex. When Libby Fontaine arrives at Aron’s Tebow Ranch, she is determined to cram a lifetime of living into a few short months. The doctor has told her she can’t count on her remission from leukemia being a permanent one. Their attraction to one another is instantaneous and overwhelming. But when Aron finds out Libby is innocent – he backs off. He has nothing to offer a girl who deserves white lace and promises. Then Aron catches Libby pleasuring herself in his stock tank and hears her cry out his name – and the heat is on.



Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1

Randi Alexander

Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub. An intense attraction develops, they spend a hot night in each other’s arms, but a mistaken communication sends Gigi storming out of Boone’s life. He recognizes his deep feelings for her, but is it too late to win her back?



Harland County Series, Book 1

Donna Michaels

Unruly cowboys and the women who tame them. Widower and software CEO, Cole McCall fills his days with computer codes and his free time working the family’s cattle ranch. Blaming himself for his wife’s death, he’s become hard and bitter. When L.A. cop Jordan Masters Ryan, his visiting former neighbor, sets out to delete the firewall around his heart, he discovers there’s no protection against the Jordan virus. Though she understands his pain and reawakens his soul, will it be enough for Cole to overcome his past and embrace their fated hearts?



The Buckle Bunnies Series, Book 1

Paige Tyler

This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds.

Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with them, but things have never gone any further than that. However, when she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn’t stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.



Ugly Stick Saloon Series, Book 1

Myla Jackson

Kendall’s 21, legal and ready to be more than friends with cowboy Ed Judson. To get his attention, she asks him to show her what makes a cowboy hot. Ed promised Kendall’s brother he’d keep an eye on his little sister. Ed’s certain Sex Education lessons aren’t what big brother had in mind. He struggles to keep his word, while giving Kendall what she wants—Sex Ed.



The Sweet Shop Series, Book 1

Melissa Schroeder

Linda Wheeler is back in her little hometown after leaving Dallas flat broke. Her only choice is to work on the dude ranch she co-owns with her old crush Nicodemus McCabe. Nic had always tried to ignore his attraction to Linda but it is getting harder by the minute. Fudge and shared erotic dreams dissolve the barriers, but will they be able to take a chance on love or will old prejudices and fears cause them to lose everything?


Available now on Amazon. We hope you love our cowboys as much as we do!

“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
-Free Read! A Gentleman and a Cowboy is available at Amazon, Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks, Diesel Ebook Store, Barnes and Noble
-Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick’s Day is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.
-Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine’s Day is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
-Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
-Double Her Fantasy, Turn Up the Heat, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon and Barnes & Noble
-Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback from Createspace and Amazon
-Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and digital format at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

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Wild & Remote – Cowboy Country

I figured since I was heading west to cowboy country in Wyoming, I should try and do a fitting blog topic. Well, hell, the only thing that came to mind was cowboys, horses, mountains, green grass, cowboys… As you read this I will be jetting from Toronto to Denver then in a car for the 2 1/2 hour drive to Laramie. I’ll be carpooling with another women, also heading West.

We are going to the Vee Bar ranch for an writer’s retreat. Imagine, a week with your own horse, big sky, mountains, gurgling creeks. And cowboys. As I write this blog ahead of time, with my suitcase packed and probably overweight, I’m feeling the excitement build. This was as trip I wanted to do last year, but stuff got in the way. In April, I made the decision that if there was still room for me, I was heading West.

The retreat is being run by Page Lambert. I can’t wait to meet this amazing woman and the other ladies that will be coming in from around the US and me from Canada.

I’m already fantasying about cowboys, kissing under the stars, fireside snuggles, remote cabin in the woods, riding along holding hands, sex in green grass under the shade of a cottonwood tree next to a creek, mountain moonlight. Of course, this is all purely fantasy and what will find its way into another cowboy book. Inspiration should be all around me and if I’m not too swept away by the wild and remote, then maybe I’ll finish a hot cowboy book.

Be sure to check at my blog for daily updates on this amazing trip. I hope to post pictures every as long as there is no internet issues.

Now since I’m going west to cowboy country it’s only fitting I give you a snippet from Elemental Heat. Set in Colorado. City girls goes west to meet her cowboy…hmm…fantasy or reality…..



“Sounds to me like you don’t have a whole lot of patience. Remember, all good things come to those who wait.” He winked at her and stood.

Jenna watched him walk to the barbeque. He was all fluid grace. For such a big man he wasn’t awkward at all and she couldn’t wait to see him in the saddle. He’d promised they’d go riding tomorrow. But there was a lot of time between now and then. She watched him flip the steaks and take a sip of wine from his glass, then hold the spatula aloft. The image was ingrained in her mind and she swore she would never forget this moment.

Before she knew what she was doing or could change her mind, Jenna swung her legs off the lounge and stood. Chet turned and watched her approach, the dark dreaminess of his eyes drew her. She needed to taste him, to feel his lips under hers and if he wasn’t going to make the first move then she would.

The blanket slipped down her back and she clutched the edges below her breasts.

He put the spatula down without looking where he placed it and it clattered to the patio stones. She stood before him and wound her arms around his neck, holding the corners of the blanket, wrapping them in the warmth of the wool. Her fingers pressed against his neck and the strength in his muscles made her feel truly feminine.

Almost at eye level, she had to look up only slightly to meet his gaze. All her senses tuned in to him, his essence permeated her and she let it. The long-distance teasing they had done the past few months came to a head and Jenna trembled with desire. She tipped her head back and pulled him to her. The hesitation when their lips were a hairsbreadth apart was exquisite. Energy crackled between them in the moment of anticipation before fulfillment.

Chet’s vigor and arousal radiated from him in pulsing waves. The whisper of air between their bodies vanished when he snaked his arms around her waist and brought her hard against him. Jenna sucked in a breath and a little “oh” popped from between her lips.

“This is where I’ve wanted you all day, woman.”


And don’t forget the quickie wrap up to Jenna and Chet’s tale – Rock-Hard Heat


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New Release! RIDE ‘EM HARD – Book Three of The Buckle Bunnies Series!

I’m so excited to announce that RIDE ‘EM HARD, the third book in The Buckle Bunnies Series is out!



Like the other books in the series, this story is a hot cowboy menage, only this time it’s about two women sharing a hunky bull rider by the name of Clay Winters.  One of the women is a barrel racer named Britt Miles.  If you read the first book in the series, RIDE OF HER LIFE, then you’ll probably remember Britt as Daisy’s wild and crazy friend who hooked up with Clay at the Rodeo Finals in Vegas. They were both a little worse for wear after their respective competitions, so when Clay runs into Britt again in Austin, he’s eager for a re-ride. Thing is, Britt’s out for a girls’ night on the town with Shawna Barton, her best friend whom she hasn’t seen in ages, and she isn’t about to ditch her. That’s not a problem for Clay, who’s only too happy to show both of them a good time. While Britt and Shawna are both game for a sexy threesome, neither of them expect to the night to go where it does!



This night is going to change the meaning of best friends forever!

When Shawna Barton’s best friend and barrel racer Britt Miles comes to town, she can’t wait to have a girls’ night out. The two haven’t seen each other in years and the usually shy, reserved Shawna loves hearing about her friend’s exploits, especially her most recent sexual encounter with handsome bull rider Clay Winters.

Things take a sexy turn after they run into the man himself a little while later. When he asks them to go dancing, the two women can’t refuse and before Shawna knows it, she forgets about her inhibitions and is out there bumping and grinding on the floor with Britt and Clay.

The night gets even more interesting when Clay suggests they take their little threesome back to his place for the kind of ride only a cowboy knows how to give a girl – or in this case, two of them!



Kissing Clay just moments after his mouth had been on Britt’s allowed Shawna to pick up a decidedly feminine flavor that could only belong to her best friend. She was tasting Britt’s kiss. It was kinky, not to mention arousing. But not in that I-want-to-have-sex-with-my-best-girlfriend kind of way. It was simply exciting to know that she and Britt were sharing something so completely personal—a man.

That perfectly wicked thought pushed any remaining nerves she might have out of the way. She and Britt were going to have sex with Clay—and it was going to be amazing.

Shawna deepened the kiss, moving her mouth all over Clay’s and sucking on his tongue. He tasted better than Belgian chocolate.

Abruptly remembering she was supposed to be sharing, Shawna pulled away and used a finger on Clay’s chin to turn him back toward Britt. Her friend didn’t hesitate to claim the handsome bull rider’s mouth in a scorching kiss, and Shawna was once again gifted with the opportunity of watching two people put on a seriously sexy show.

Had she and Clay looked that hot when they kissed?

Shawna shifted a little to give Britt more room, pressing herself against Clay’s left hip while Britt occupied his right. She placed one hand on Clay’s muscular shoulder and the other on Britt’s back so that the three of them were in a tight, comfy triangle of intimacy.

Britt passed Clay off to her with a throaty laugh. “Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?”

Clay gave Shawna’s lips a quick nibble before answering. “If you’re that warm, maybe you should do something about it.”

Britt gave Shawna a smile that was part daring, part questioning. Her hands drifted to the buttons of her western shirt. “Maybe I should. What do you think, Shawna?”

Shawna knew that was her friend’s way of asking if she still wanted to go through with this. She returned Britt’s smile. “I definitely think you should. I think I should, too.”

Britt’s smile broadened. “Yippie ki yay, girlfriend.”

Shawna stepped back, undoing the buttons on her shirt while Britt did the same to her own. Clay’s gaze swept back and forth between them like a predator eyeing his prey. Shawna almost laughed at the hungry expression on his face—the poor guy didn’t know where to look.

Shawna untucked her shirt from her jeans and finished with the buttons, then gave Britt a few seconds to catch up. She wanted to see Clay’s reaction when they both pulled their shirts off at the same time.

Britt finished undoing her buttons, but held her shirt closed as she quirked a smile in Clay’s direction. “You sure you don’t mind if we get comfortable, do you?”

He made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “Feel free.”

Shawna noticed his voice was a little tight. A quick glance at his crotch told her that wasn’t the only thing strained. They were going to have to get those jeans off him soon or he’d start losing blood flow to his lower extremities.

Britt flashed her a big smile, and nodded slightly. As if they were synchronized strippers, she and Britt slid their shirts off their shoulders and let them drop to the floor.

And wouldn’t you know it—they’d both worn the same pink, lacy bra. Clay definitely noticed.

“You two sure you didn’t plan this?”

Britt laughed. “No, we didn’t plan this. You’re just one lucky cowboy, I guess.”

“Damn right about that.”

With a growl, he slowly moved a hand up each of their sides to trace his fingers around the cups of their bras. Even though he wasn’t close to Shawna’s nipples, they stiffened, poking against the silky material of her bra. Clay shifted his hand, making little circles over the fabric-covered nipple with his thumb. She moaned, unable to help herself.

Britt laughed softly. “Looks like Shawna has some sensitive nipples—make sure you remember that, Clay.”

“Oh, I’ll remember. Don’t worry.” He applied a little more pressure with his thumb, eliciting another moan, deeper this time. “I wonder how much louder she’ll moan when I suckle on them?”

“Why don’t we find out,” Britt suggested.

Shawna’s eyes popped open as she felt fingers working the clasp of her bra behind her back. How had Clay gotten his hand back there when he didn’t even seem to be reaching around her? As her bra slipped off her shoulders, she realized it was Britt who’d unsnapped the clasp.

Shawna resisted the urge to give into her shyness and cover her breasts as her bra fell away. Her nipples tightened almost painfully as Clay and Britt gazed at her. The appreciation in their eyes made her pussy gush with desire. She almost blushed at the thought of what they’d say when they pulled off her panties and discovered how wet she was.

Clay cupped her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to tweak her nipples. “You have beautiful breasts, Shawna.”

“Mmm,” she breathed. She probably should have thanked him, but it was difficult to talk with him doing what he was doing.

He squeezed a little harder and she gasped out loud. Clay chuckled. “Definitely sensitive. I’d love to suck on these beautiful nipples right now—you okay with that?”

Why the heck wouldn’t she be? Shawna opened her mouth to say yes when she suddenly remembered Britt. She looked at her friend, hoping Britt wouldn’t think she was hogging Clay again, but Britt was biting her lip, her attention focused on what Clay was doing. She must have felt Shawna’s eyes on her because she looked up quickly. Her face colored when she realized Shawna had caught her watching.

“Do you mind if Clay sucks on my nipples?” Britt had been letting her have most of the bull rider’s attention since it was her first time with him. She didn’t want to take advantage of her best friend’s hospitality. Shawna smiled. “I promise not to tire out his mouth too much.”

Britt laughed. “I happen to know for a fact that Clay’s mouth can go all night, so have at it.”

Shawna turned back to Clay. “I guess you have your answer, cowboy. Do your best.”

She expected him to bend his head and gently take a nipple in his lips, but apparently that wasn’t Clay’s style.

Instead, he took her shoulders firmly in his hands and backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. Then he captured both her wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above her head.

Okay, that was…different. But definitely arousing.

Giving her a lazy smile, Clay slowly cupped her breast, lifting it up as he leaned forward to wrap his lips around the very tip of her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

Britt had been right—Clay’s mouth was divine.

As he suckled forcefully on her achingly stiff nipple, nipping with his teeth and laving with his tongue, she writhed uncontrollably. Now she knew why Clay had pinned her hands to the wall—to keep her from getting away. Not that she wanted to get away, of course.

Clay released that nipple and moved smoothly to her other breast, giving equal attention to that one as his hand continued to sweetly torture the now very sensitized tip of the breast he’d just teased.

Britt came over to lean against the wall beside her, watching with obvious interest as Clay ravaged her nipples and breasts. She leaned close to Shawna’s ear.

“Was I right?” she whispered. “That mouth of his is pure magic, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm.” She cooed as Clay flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth again. “I could let him do this all night.”

Clay held her pinned to the wall for so long while he suckled first one breast, then the other, that Shawna thought he might do just that. The hands holding her wrists weren’t just controlling her now—they were holding her up. Her knees had turned to Jello.

By the time Clay finally lifted his head to look at her with those sinfully sexy, dark eyes of his, he had to slip an arm around her to help her keep her feet. Good heavens, she was panting like she’d just run a race.

Shawna tipped her head back against the wall and regarded him from under her lashes. “That was amazing.”

Clay gave her a wicked grin. “That was just foreplay. Wait til I get you completely naked. Then comes the amazing part.”


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Naughty librarian or sweaty cowboy? Which do you prefer?

Hi everyone.

Today I wanted to blog about sexy stereotypes. You know the ones I’m talking about. Anyone who’s read even one romance novel is bound to have encountered one or two. And why not? These delectable cliches still get my heart pounding from time to time.

Consider the naughty librarian. Visualize her if you can. Her hair up in a bun, ready to fall down if she chooses. The pearls at her neck that seem to smack more of sex than demureness. The conservative blouse, easily unbuttoned.

And then, for those who prefer a bit of masculine temptation, we have the cowboy. He’s probably sweaty…in fact, that ought to be a must. He may not be wearing a shirt. Perhaps he’s holding a lassoo…ready to tie something, or someone, up?

And romance/erotic literature abounds with so many more of these luscious archetypes. The tortured vampire. The innocent ingenue. The authoritative policeman/fireman/take your pick of men in uniform. The affable rake.

Why are we drawn to these characters time and again? Do they reveal a little about us that we weren’t aware of? Or do they put a fine point on all our fantasies, a dose of sweet nostalgia? I know my dreams have been colored by these icons many a night.

I think we enjoy their stories because they offer us the lure of the familiar, while still tickling our sexy bone. It’s sort of like curling up before a roaring fire. You feel warm inside just thinking about them.

Do you have a stock character that you enjoy reading about? Is there a book that has offered you an interesting take on one of these familiar roles? Share it with us!

I’m off to the library!



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