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THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE quartet ~ Top 10 list of #bestselling #erotica #Regencies on 3 different lists for over 8 months! Out now in BOX SET!

THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE quartet on Top 10 bestseller lists for more than 8 months!Need nibbles of my Stanhope men in action?Of course you do!Here is LORD STANHOPE's IMPROPER PROPOSAL!The Stanhope Challenge, Book 1Lord Adam Stanhope faces the Stanhope Challenge of wanting to marry…and knowing it will be loveless and tormenting. But he takes one look at his childhood friend, now a lovely widow, and proposes a marriage in name only. But when he learns that his bride is determined to be his lover as well as his wife, he faces a bigger challenge: Accept her delicious offer to delight them both in bed or spend his life in a greater torment…alone.
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And the taste?

Excerpt Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand, All rights reserved.
London, January 1809It is a truth, universally accepted, that a politician in want of the premiership must also be in want of a wife.Felice knew that was her new husband’s justification for marrying her so quickly.“A reason as good as my own,” she told herself as she combed her hair back from her face and fluffed the ruffled bodice of her wedding dress. She pursed her lips, wondering how Adam really kissed a woman. How he kissed his mistresses. He had merely brushed her own mouth with his after the ceremony minutes ago. She’d always thought her lips worth more than a peck—and she was determined that this second husband of hers would do more than ignore her.“I’ll insure that he does,” she resolved, with a check of her figure in the cheval mirror in the retiring room of her new brother-in-law’s mansion on Grosvenor Square. “After all, the fictitious Miss Proper has charms that Adam does not know about.” Nor should he!That secret could ruin her marriage. “And I intend to keep both!”So go to your wedding breakfast and be done with this mooning! You accepted his proposal! Now reap the rewards! London Society is open to you—the excitement of their lives, their intrigues ready fodder for your pen. For your romances and your poems.She frowned at herself.Be honest, Fee. You want more than inspiration for your stories. More than a means to repay that nefarious man your first husband’s debt. You want Adam Stanhope gracing your own bed, not just his look alike walking on the pages of your newest romance. You want him inside your body. Making you wet and warm. And kissing your—A quick knock at the door had her whirling.“Dear Felice,” cooed her husband’s Great Aunt Amaryllis from behind the portal. “Do come out now. We are quite eager to applaud you and Adam. The guests, too, are clamoring for the receiving line!”Most likely, the men want more wine while they make wagers on how soon Adam will bed me. And the women? They want to assess how a country mouse like me managed to snare the renowned, rich and eloquent Adam Stanhope. Third son of the earl. Widower. Father. Some day soon, the head of his party, if the papers and broadsheets are to be believed. And thereafter certainly, Prime Minister.“Adam Stanhope,” she murmured to herself. “A great catch, Fee. If you can intrigue him.”And there was the rub.Adam, now thirty, was notorious for outlandish behavior. When he’d turned seventeen, he’d run away from home and sailed to Hong Kong to work with his cousin in his Far Eastern trading company. Four years later, he’d come home to finish his education at Cambridge, marry the beauty of the Season and run for Parliament. He’d won twice now. But since his wife had died in childbirth, Adam had made a name for himself as a rake. He was just like his brothers in that regard. Still, he was the only one who had married and challenged the Stanhope family curse. For it was a legend that no matter whom a Stanhope married, no matter that person’s quality of character or breeding or good intentions, once wedded, a Stanhope lived in hell.“I will be happy.” Felice repeated the phrase that had become her motto ever since Adam had appeared in Kent last month and proposed. “I’ll dispense with this hideous man plaguing me at once. Then I will devote myself to ensuring Adam is happy. I will be a social asset to him. And a good mother to his son.”What more could a man ask for?* * * *“A politician has to have a wife! Who the devil put that ridiculous rule about, Reggie?” Adam Stanhope asked his friend as he paced in his brother Jack’s drawing room at eleven in the morning. He threw back another shot of Jack’s fine brandy and coughed. “Oh, lord, that burns all the way down. Whose idea was it to stay out all night, eh?” He scrubbed his hand over his face, acknowledging his predicament had less to do with excess alcohol than with Fee Wentworth. Correction, Stanhope. “Dammit, you’d think a respectable widower with an heir earned the right to be free!”“No help for it, old man,” Reggie responded and drained his glass of spirits. “Damn good stuff, if I say so myself! But see here, Adam, you admitted you need her. We’ve been through this entire argument before. You’ve got a bit of a reputation, courtesy of that Miss Proper ramblings and—”The far door burst open. Adam’s oldest brother, Jack, appeared in all his dark imperious hauteur. He took one look at both men and slipped inside to shut the world out. “Now, Adam. Reggie. What the hell are you doing in here drinking?”Adam cocked a long black brow at the man who expected to be obeyed in all things. “Drowning my sorrows.”“Too late for that!” Jack’s mouth twitched in a grin. “Get the hell out here and let’s toast the good health of the bride and groom.”“Come, come, Jack, you know what this means for me.”Jack’s black brows arched high. “Oh, I do. One look at your bride and I have a very good idea that—”Adam scowled at his brother. “She’s lovely.” Damned gorgeous, in fact. And mine, god help me now. “But I have ruined her.”Jack startled. “You’ve had her? Already?”“No, no. That’s not what I mean.”Jack strode over to remove the snifter glass from Adam’s fingertips. “I know what you mean. And this does not help.”“I’ve known her since she was ten, Jack!” Adam thrust out a hand, roiled by what he had just done to this sweet, shy woman.“And? She was a charming child then. Now you have—““Wrecked her life! That’s what I’ve done!”Jack narrowed his eyes on his brother. “How late did you stay at White’s last night?”When Adam said “Ba!” and shook his head, Jack peered at Reggie. “How late?”The man winced and brushed imaginary crumbs from his cravat. “Five. Six. Not certain. We were winning at dice, you see, and couldn’t leave.”Jack stared at the ceiling. “I hope to god it was profitable.”Adam grinned. “Five thousand in my pockets I hadn’t had before!”The far door opened again. An auburn-haired man stuck his head in and grimaced. “What the hell is the delay here?”Jack beckoned him. “Wes, Adam is having a rather belated moment of introspection. Do come in and help me talk sense into our youngest brother.”Wes took a step inside and shut the door behind him. In his cavalryman’s dress blues, he leaned back against the door. “What’s the matter, Adam? Nerves?”Adam rolled his shoulders. “Every man’s entitled. You told me so yourself.”“That,” Wes chuckled as he limped over to the chair beside Adam and fell into it, “is before a man goes into battle!”“Well, I am!”Wes gave him the quelling glance his men termed The Demand. “You are married.”“I know I thought it a good idea. Despite the nightmare I lived through with Sarah.” The mere mention of his first wife sent a wave of revulsion through him. “Everyone thought it a good idea. My colleagues. The Prime Minister. But you both, most of all, know this won’t work.”Wes pursed his lips. “I’ve seen your new lady wife, and I say give it a go. If you admit defeat before you start, you’re doomed.”“This is not a cavalry charge,” Adam murmured.Wes shrugged. “Perhaps it should be.”“Wes, have a little pity,” Adam pleaded, his head splitting from too much whiskey and too little sleep.“No pity for you,” Wes shot back. “Felice lives up to her name in temperament as far as I can tell. And her figure, Adam, has certainly become more alluring than when I last saw her in Great Aunt Amaryllis’ garden.”“She was ten!”“Was she, now? Hmm. No wonder she was flat-chested.”“Now see here,” Adam admonished his older brother. “Her figure is—”“Superb and yours to explore.” Wes wiggled his brows suggestively, then looked at Jack. “We met her when we first summered at Aunt’s house. What year was it Father foisted us off on the poor old gel?”Adam groaned. “It doesn’t matter!”I liked her then. Enjoyed her wit and intelligence every time we met. Now I’ve gone and hurt her irrevocably.Jack shook his head. “Don’t argue with him, Wes. He’s got a snoot full from an all-night gambling rout at White’s. It only encourages him to debate you. And neither of us can ever outtalk him.” He gave his brother, the Colonel and Man of Action, a wide-eyed look of despair. “The curse is upon him.”“Oh, hell,” Wes mourned. “Not that again.”Adam frowned at both of his brothers. “That again? I don’t seem to recall that either of you is yet married. Why not?”“Not our time,” Jack told him.“No woman I like enough,” Wes added. “You, Jack?”“None I cannot live without,” Jack said with pointed disdain for the subject. “Come on, Adam, let’s do our drinking out there with all the others.”“They all wonder, you know,” Adam offered, his gaze on the door.“What?” Reggie asked when the two Stanhope brothers didn’t respond to him.All three Stanhopes considered Reggie Mortenson with bleak expressions.Adam answered for them all. “They wonder when Felice will leave me. As we speak, they are out there taking wagers on the number of months she remains.”“The Stanhope women don’t all leave,” Jack reminded Adam.The three brothers winced and looked at anything but each other. Adam knew each man thought of his own mother and how each had died in succession. And even though Jack’s mother passed away after a riding accident, Wes’s died of consumption and Adam’s of childbed fever, the ton declared each woman had suffered first and foremost from a broken heart.“He says he loved each one,” Jack reminded them of the phrase their father repeated to them often.Adam shut his eyes. “He declares he loved Clarice’s mother, too!” Their charming half-sister Clarice had been Stanhope’s by-blow, conveniently born between Jack and Wes.“Aye,” Wes acknowledged with a smirk. “In his prime, the man was a walking satyr.”Jack inclined his head toward Wes. “Astonishing, isn’t it, that he managed his estates as well as he did, hopping from bed to bed like a right royal degenerate.” He flourished a hand. “Yet, he cared for each woman he bedded.”Adam growled. “How can you believe him?” He had never known their father to be honest with anyone, least of all his three legitimate sons. “You were four,” Adam reminded Jack, then faced Wes. “And you were two when I was born and my mother took a childbed fever. How can you know that he tells the truth?”Jack rolled a shoulder. “Perhaps on this one issue…”Adam shook his head, hands fisted on his hips. “I long to see the day each of you faces a woman whom you do not wish to kill with the family curse.” He straightened his cravat and ran two hands through his hair. “Open the damn door, Wesley, I’m ready to claim my bride and ruin both our lives.”

#Regency Stanhope Challenge stars 4 brothers, 4 love affairs, 4 marriages...cursed to go wrong!

THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE quartet ~ Top 10 best-selling erotica Regencies on 3 different lists for over 8 months! Out now in BOX SET! LORD STANHOPE'S IMPROPER PROPOSALThe Stanhope Challenge, Book 1Lord Adam Stanhope faces the Stanhope Challenge of wanting to marry…and knowing it will be loveless and tormenting. But he takes one look at his childhood friend, now a lovely widow, and proposes a marriage in name only. But when he learns that his bride is determined to be his lover as well as his wife, he faces a bigger challenge: Accept her delicious offer to delight them both in bed or spend his life in a greater torment…alone.Read an ExcerptLADY FEATHERSTONE’S FERVENT AFFAIRThe Stanhope Challenge, Book 2Willful Lady Lacy Featherstone knows how the lack of love can warp a person’s life. When her dashing fiancé, Colonel Wesley Stanhope retreats to his hunting lodge after a devastating cavalry injury in Spain, she sweeps into Wes’s hideaway with a scandalous proposal. Wes will make her his wife or she’ll make him her lover. But if Lacy cannot conquer the Hero of Talavera with logic and kisses, how risqué must she become to prove that she is his equal in fortitude…and the only one worthy to grace his bed?Bonus! This title includes a free read, Lady Ramsey’s Ribald Choices. Don’t miss this additional installment to the Stanhope Challenge series!
Read an ExcerptMISS DARLING’S INDECENT OFFERThe Stanhope Challenge, Book 3Emma Darling needs a protector and when she appeals to Jack Stanhope, she knows that the noted rake has never wished for a wife. That’s fine by Emma, who wants a husband—and not just in name—but only for little while.Jack is keen to avoid the bad luck that plagues Stanhope marriages, but this gamin beauty rouses his protective instincts and his satyr’s hunger. Can he escape their temporary marriage and a few, blissful weeks of carnal delight with his heart intact? Or will taking her to his bed ruin each of them for any other lover?Read an ExcerptTHE BASTARD’S PASSIONATE PRIZEThe Stanhope Challenge, Book 4Blurb: When the bastard of the Stanhope clan falls for an heiress, he has no idea how much she will sacrifice to have him as her husband. Her good name, her home, her family and her virtue. A man can be noble for only so long. But when she stows away on his ship—and they are blown off course and taken by Barbary pirates, what else will she do to save the man she adores?
And can he find a way to save her life—even if he cannot save her from these ruthless ruffians?Read an Excerpt

#Regency #Romps, THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE by Cerise DeLand in #boxset out soon!

Five Bestselling Regencies Release in Box set in Next 3 Weeks! Hold on to your hat, because Cerise has 5 Regencies on the shelves in the next 3 weeks!Yes, FIVE.First, a box set of 4 spicy Regencies about a family that endures a curse upon those who dare to love. Doomed to failure, four brothers in the Stanhope family fall for wonderful women…and fear the end of their love affairs because of a tragic curse.Still, lured by the women they adore, they cannot turn them away.Four men, four brides, four marriages fight the test of The Stanhope Challenge, A Regency Quartet!* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Then in her new series of  Regency Romps , Cerise debuts Lady Varney’s Risqué Business.Oh, yes, Lady Varney runs a very risqué business, arranging “interviews” for marriageable young toffs to meet ladies acceptable to their tastes…and their proclivities.  But when newly minted Earl Justin Belmont appears in her drawing room, wishing to hire her services for that precise reason, she balks.
How can she possibly find Justin the best bride when her heart says it should be she…and he demands she be among those he “interviews”?
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What did Reviewers say about Lady Varney?
* It was on ARe's best seller list for more than 8 weeks!
*“I adore a good red-hot reunion romance, and Lady Varney’s Risque Businessdefinitely fits the bill. Cerise DeLand perfectly blends lust and longing in this sizzling charmer of a tale. Kitty and Justin steam up the pages like there’s no tomorrow, but it’s their love for one another and the sadness of their initial separation that truly makes Lady Varney’s Risque Business memorable. At times, it seemed that hints of Jane Austen’s PERSUASION flavored Lady Varney’s Risque Business.... The obstacles blocking Justin and Kitty’s road to happily-ever-after aren’t insurmountable, but they aren’t easy to overcome either. Ms. DeLand kept me avidly reading Lady Varney’s Risque Business, eager to see how Kitty and Justin’s love story would turn out. Though I won’t spoil what happens, I will say that I finished Lady Varney’s Risque Businessa well-satisfied reader. If you like your historical romance with lots of spice, then Lady Varney’s Risque Business is the story for you.” Romance Junkies *“The story line is wonderfully put together and gives you just enough for this novella. If you are looking for an erotic tale…this is for you.” Lady Varney’s Risque Business review by NocturneReads.com

Desiree Holt rocks in the door here with her #AFTERSHOCK out 3/28!

I spent a lot of years in the music business but it wasn’t until recently that I drew on those experiences for my writing. Downstroke and Having It All kicked it off. Then I met the sexiest bass player, Jackie Joyride, who became the inspiration for, what else, Joy Ride , a story of love that could not be denied, despite a million obstacles.Of course you, my readers (and I thank you for this) wanted the stories about the rest of the band and so Sydney and Rick’s love story was born in my brain. It’s about an industry that demands almost more than it gives. That makes it difficult to have a real personal life. That doesn’t always allow for feelings and that is rife with jealousy.But it’s also the story of a band with the electricity of the Lightnin’ for which it is named. And it’s the story of two people, a hot rock star and a feisty promotions agent, who collide like an explosion of fireworks. What do you get? #Aftershock.
You can follow Syd and Rick’s story from Decadent Publishing beginning March 28. And Marc and Emma from Joy Ride  play an integral part in what happens. So come on along.
She was still buzzed from the evening when she checked into the hotel. Lightnin’ happened to be checking in at the same time and their excitement was palpable. Even Danny and Garrett came over and gave her a hug. They all rode up in the elevator together, the guys still jazzed, laughing and bumping fists. Except for Rick, who was strangely silent. They all got off at the same floor she did and headed to their rooms. She was shocked to discover that Rick’s room turned out to be right next to hers. She couldn’t help sliding a glance at him and was stunned to see him watching her, a ravenous look in his eyes. There was no mistaking the desire in his gaze. Did he want her to join him? Or should she ask him if he wanted to come into her room? What was the protocol here?Unsettled, she fumbled with the keycard at her door, dropping it in her nervous haste to get inside her room. She wasn’t aware he had moved until suddenly he was beside her, taking the card from her fingers. He slid it into the slot and when the lock light turned green he pushed the door open.“Here you go.” He held the door back with his body, waiting for her to enter the room.“Th-Thank you.”She moved past him, rolling her suitcase into the room and turned to him. Before she had time to say anything he grabbed her arms, turned her to face him and pressed her against the door. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” His voice was heavy with a combination of emotion and desire. “I think tonight calls for a celebration, don’t you?”Speech deserted her and all she could do was nod. She wanted him, this man who had exploded into her life. More than wanted. She was hungry for him, a passion that never seemed to leave her. Reaching up her hands she cupped the roughness of his late night beard, loving the scratchy feel of it.She tilted her face up just the least little bit to accommodate him and his mouth came down on hers. The minute their lips met heat surged through her as if someone had lit a match to her blood. She clutched at his shoulders to steady herself, knowing she should break away even as her body cried for more. She was drowning in him, his heat and scent invading her. And all she could think was more, more, more. * * * * * * *Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month and receiving rave reviews. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications.
“Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog
Learn more about her and read her novels here:www.desireeholt.com www.desiremeonly.comwww.facebook.com/desireeholtauthorTwi... @desireeholtAlso on LinkedIn and Google+

In DO HIM RIGHT Rodeo Star Needs Help from Gal who Done Him Wrong!

Kissing his booboo won’t make it all better. But restoring his credibility and helping him build a new career might just do the trick. Shana Carpenter hustles to make Chet Stapleton king of the rodeo! Cerise DeLand shows a good girl how to do that in DO HIM RIGHT, her newest, out from EC Friday March 28. EC BUY LINK: http://www.ellorascave.com/do-him-right.html  Blurb:  Shana Carpenter ruined rodeo champion Chet Stapleton years ago with hastily written words. Now a PR pro, she's engineered a plan to make amends. She'll successfully promote his rodeo, soothe her conscience and leave. Trouble is, she can't keep her hands off the smooth talker or call a halt to their smokin'-hot sex.     Chet takes one glance at Shana and develops an itch to put his boots under her bed...permanently. He's won awards for taming willful fillies so he can't understand why he can't break Shana's stubborn refusal to open up to him.The closer Shana gets to Chet, the more she wants to stay in his life and his bed. But to do that, she'll have to tell him everything—and risk his rejection. One thing is certain, if Shana doesn't put the past to rest, she'll never be able to grab the future—or the cowboy she wants most.
Excerpt:  Copyright Cerise DeLand 2014, All rights reserved. Scene takes place in Chet’s rodeo office in southwest Texas on a sweltering August morning. “Miz Carpenter? Ma’am?” Chet Stapleton raised his voice, but he definitely sounded strained, as if he were strangling.“Hmm?” She lifted her chin and shook back her shoulder-length, platinum curls.He swallowed, loudly. “What’ll it be? Water? Soda?” He raised a hand to buzz his assistant on the intercom. “We have coffee too, if that’s your poison.”“No.” You are. My fixation. Ever since, I wrote that article about you in the sports section of the Dallas paper four years ago. Ever since I printed a retraction, resigned for my foolishness and began to plan how I’d make more amends. Now I’m going even nuttier, contemplating how I can take you into my bed and kiss the hurt away.She squeezed her labia together and felt a trickle of perspiration wend its way between her breasts.“Water. Cool water. Please.”“Two waters, Reata,” he told his assistant as he squinted at Shana and looked for all the world like a guy who was trying to concentrate.Shana would have laughed, but the lure of him had her wiggling forward in her chair to try to massage her pulsing cunt. Four years ago she had been frightened by her response to his languid cowboy sexuality. She’d been young, twenty-two, in her first job at a newspaper and so naïve, both professionally and sexually. Since she’d ruined Chet, she’d corrected both lacks. Now she thoroughly examined whatever she did before she opened her mouth or typed one word. To complement that, she also knew what she liked in men. Honest, forthright, funny. Still no man yet had rung her bells more than a few times. Hunky, jovial Chet Stapleton could definitely compete.The man was drool worthy. With his bronzed skin, that sun-kissed shock of yellow-gold hair hanging over his forehead, he was the epitome of testosterone. His rock-hewn features with generous lips and a mellow bass voice melted her into a puddle of foolish desire. No past lover could compare . Sometimes when she felt really low and foolish, she put down this lack in her life to a penance for doing him wrong and declaring he was a hothead with the judges.Once more, regret flooded her, and she reprimanded herself. She was here to use her brains to heal the wounds she’d made. She had not come here to use her body to confuse the issue. She had to stop thinking like a horny lunatic.Stifling a moan, she bent and dug through her briefcase for her copy of the PR proposal. All thumbs, she couldn’t find the thing.“Problems?”His tone was husky. Dark and suggestive. She looked up to see Chet devouring her with those wide green eyes, his look hypnotic, his mouth parting. A vision of him using that mouth to tantalize her sensitive nipples made her groan.“Chair not comfortable?” he asked, suddenly solicitous.“Oh. No. No, no. I’m fine. Chair’s fine.” Brain’s dead, but my pussy’s on fire.“Here’s your water,” he said, sounding relieved when his assistant walked in, handed both to him then shut the door behind her.He sprang up to give Shana one of the bottles. “Would you like a glass? Ice?”“No. Thanks.” Shana stuck out her hand. “Water’s good. No glass.”But when he reached out to give it to her, her fingers touched his, and this time, the shock was electric. Riveting.She yelped.He clamped her hand to his rock-hard chest and rubbed her fingers. “Christ, sorry. You okay?”“Sure.” She stared up at him, automatically reaching out to caress her own burning hand and, in the process, his ribs too. “Are you hurt?”“Feels like nothing I’ve ever known before.” He put his other hand on top of hers and stroked her from fingertips to forearm as if she were a cat in heat.“This has never happened to me before either.” I’ve never met a man I wanted within minutes of meeting him. I’m too cerebral, my friend Liz says. Too careful. But you I want soon.His voice was a rasp when he drew her up. “Let me make it up to you.” Five Regencies Release in Next 3 Weeks! Then, hold on to your hat, because Cerise has 5 Regencies on the shelves in the next 3 weeks!Yes, FIVE.First, a box set of 4 spicy Regencies about a family that endures a curse upon those who dare to love. Doomed to failure, four brothers in the Stanhope family fall for wonderful women…and fear the end of their love affairs because of a tragic curse.Still, lured by the women they adore, they cannot turn them away.Four men, four brides, four marriages fight the test of The Stanhope Challenge, A Regency Quartet!


Then in her new series of  Regency Romps , Cerise debuts Lady Varney’s Risqué Business.Oh, yes, Lady Varney runs a very risqué business, arranging “interviews” for marriageable young toffs to meet ladies acceptable to their tastes…and their proclivities.  But when newly minted Earl Justin Belmont appears in her drawing room, wishing to hire her services for that precise reason, she balks.
How can she possibly find Justin the best bride when her heart says it should be she…and he demands she be among those he “interviews”?

A #Cowboy for Delilah, new #western by Sabrina York! YUM!

The last thing this independent, high-powered lawyer wants is a cowboy in her life, but one steamy kiss from a sexy rancher burns her resolve to a crisp  What a disaster. Delilah glared at her rental car in helpless frustration. She hated the feeling. She was hardly a frail, fragile woman. She prided herself on the fact that she was self-sufficient and didn’t need anyone. Counting on others was, after all, a recipe for disappointment.Hard, cold experience had taught her that.Yet here she was. In the boondocks. In six-inch heels. With a flat tire.Oh, she could change a fricking tire. Hell, she could rip out and refurbish a transmission. But the idiots at the wilderness rental car company hadn’t bothered to put a jack in the trunk. She was resourceful…but not that resourceful.  Even if she could channel her MacGyveresque tendencies, there was nothing out on this barren plain she could use to lever her car up high enough to do the job.So here she stood by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, in six-inch heels and without cell phone service—the epitome of a helpless woman. All she needed was slasher music and she could be the star of a horror flick.A plume of dust blossomed on the horizon and her mood lifted. Oh, thank god. Someone was coming. No one had passed in the two hours since the blowout.Hopefully, it wasn’t a slasher.The plume grew. A beat-up pickup topped one rise, and then the next. The truck rolled to a stop in front of her crippled Honda.Oh. Lovely. Her savior had a gun rack.Delilah covered her mouth and nose as the cloud of dust caught up with the truck and engulfed her. Angie’s birthday party had better be worth all this trouble.She plastered a smile on her face and turned to greet the Good Samaritan. At least, she hoped he was a Good Samaritan. She was quite alone on this deserted stretch of road and—Oh god.He unfolded himself from the cab of his truck, and her breath wedged in her throat. He was enormous. And, judging from his ratty chambray shirt, shit-kicker boots and Stetson, he was a cowboy.She hated cowboys. Selfish, misogynistic sons of bitches. Her fake smile threatened to become a very real grimace.He stepped closer through the lingering cloud of dust, and Delilah’s heart ker-chunked. He was gorgeous. Not only was he tall—which she really liked in a man—he was big. Broad and brawny and muscular. His face was a dream from his heavily lashed brown eyes to the intriguing dent on his chin. She had to remind herself why cowboys and city girls didn’t mix, but even that couldn’t keep her from ogling his forearms. His sleeves were rolled up, just enough to give her a glimpse of defined veins and a sprinkling of dark hair. She loved veiny forearms.Damn. Why couldn’t he have been something other than a cowboy? Or, if he had to be a cowboy, why couldn’t he have been an old one…with Dunlap syndrome—where his belly done lapped over his belt?“Howdy.” His voice was deep and smoky.Delilah couldn’t appreciate the sultry timbre. Of all greetings in the universe, Howdy was her least favorite. “Having some trouble?” He whipped off his Stetson to wipe his brow and thick black curls tumbled out.Curls. Not fair. Why couldn’t he be bald?Delilah cleared her throat. “Flat tire.”He glanced at her car. A dimple exploded on his cheek.Fuck.Dimples were her kryptonite.“Would you like me to change it for you? You do have a spare?”Yeah. There it was. Sure he was superhot, gorgeous and sexy as hell. But his patronizing tone squelched any simmering temptation she might have been harboring.That’s how it was with cowboys, wasn’t it? They saw all women as helpless, idiot creatures stumbling around in six-inch heels, batting their lashes and flashing their boobs and simpering.Delilah was not a simperer. She was a fuck-you, take-no-prisoners, hard-core lawyer, who could take care of herself just fine.But she did have a flat. And no jack. She kinda needed his help.So she batted her lashes. “Um. I think there’s a tire thingy in the…what do you call it? Trunk?” She affected a Southern drawl and thrust out her boobage, just for good measure.It annoyed her that he bought her act. And it kind of didn’t. The bedazzled look in his eyes was a salve to her ego. After Trevor and all. It was nice to know she could still appeal to a man. Even a redneck cowboy.He loped over to her car—yes, loped. She tried not to stare at his ass but his jeans were tight. It was a challenge to look elsewhere. He bent to search the trunk—again, a mighty fine ass—and stood, tipping back his Stetson. His profile, against the bird’s-egg-blue backdrop of the sky, stole her breath.“There’s no jack.”“No what?”He sighed and headed for his truck, pulling out an impressively fancy jack. “This,” he said, “is a jack. You use it to lift the carriage up high enough to change the tire.”It was so sweet the way he made his voice all slow and pedantic. You know, so she could understand. Idiot woman that she was.“Gosh. You’re smart.” She probably didn’t need to gush quite that much, but hell, she hated condescending men. Especially cowboys. But she might as well have fun with this.He knelt and fitted the jack and started cranking. His muscles bunched, forearms bulging with each pump.Delilah sighed, and told herself it was only a pretend sigh, but her gaze was riveted to the sight. “You are such a big, strong man.” He flashed a grin at her. Yeah. Of course he did. Men loved to be told how big and strong they were. She completely ignored the dimples erupting all over his bristled cheek. Did he never shave? “How can I ever repay you?”He stilled. The glint in his eye was horrifying. Crap. Had she gone too far with her helpless female shtick? She was all alone. On a deserted highway. With an enormous Neanderthal cowboy.When he tipped his head to the side, her trepidation vanished. He looked more like a mischievous boy than a mad rapist-slasher. “How about a kiss?”Delilah blinked. “A…what?”“A kiss. Just a little one.”Her brain fogged over. And it wasn’t horror at the prospect of a strange man demanding a kiss on the side of a deserted road that muddied the waters. It was pure exhilaration at the thought of his mouth devouring hers, those arms wrapping around her, that massive chest, warm and hard as he yanked her close…Aw hell.Why was she always attracted to the wrong guys? She wanted a man who liked opera and dreamed of traveling to Italy. Not a guy who listened to Country and Western music, spat chew into a bean can, and whose dream of an exciting evening was a night at the local bar playing pool.“What do you say, ma’am? One kiss, in exchange for my…services?” When she hesitated, he repeated, “A little one.”Why she nodded, she had no clue.Well, she knew why she nodded—because she was incapable of speech.Why she agreed was the mystery. Then again, he was superhot. She ached to know how he tasted…and it wasn’t as though they would ever see each other again. Besides, if things got out of hand, she had mace. And she knew how to use it.At her assent, he sprang into action. It was astounding how quickly he changed that tire. He tossed the flat into the trunk, returned his jack to his truck and wiped his hands.“All done.” Her heart skittered as he stepped closer. “Time for payment.”  
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COWBOY HEAT STORIES:
 “Mrs. Morgan and the Marshal” by Emma Jay A dalliance with the sexy town marshal makes a woman rancher question which she wants most, her independence or him
“Remember” by Mia Hopkins A jilted bride saddles up with the blazing-hot cowboy stripper hired for her cancelled bachelorette party
“Cowboy Downtime” by Cheyenne Blue Passion ignites at a polocrosse game in the Australian outback—she plays attack, he plays defense, and their sexy wager decides the winner
“Coming Home” by Megan Mitcham A busted-up rodeo champion finds the squirt he tormented in youth transformed into a fiery woman challenging him to become the man she deserves
“Her Captured Cowboy” by Layla Chase A lonely woman, ostracized by Colorado townspeople after years in Indian captivity, takes what she needs from a wandering cowboy
“Back Stage Pass” by Cynthia D’Alba A sexy night with a hired escort, who looks exactly like a woman’s favorite country singer, leaves her with a back stage pass and a lot of burning questions
“Unfinished Business” by Cat Johnson A class reunion gives one woman a second chance with a sultry cowboy from her past
“At the Mercy of the Cowboy” by Amber Lin A new farmhand finds rough living and an even rougher cowboy to soothe away her pain
“Cowboy Adonis” by Michael Bracken When a naked cowboy rises from a stock pond, a nature photographer’s assignment gets personal
“Denim and Lace” by Robie Madison One woman in a pair of rhinestone heels plus two sexy cowboys equals a highly combustible combination
“One Track Cowboy” by Delilah Devlin After tracking two lost hikers, a park ranger and a local rancher lose themselves to a wild passion
“Skin Deep” by Randi Alexander A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface
“Drop Two Tears in a Bucket” by Shoshanna Evers Alone on her Montana cattle ranch after her husband divorces her, a woman finds satisfaction in the arms of the one cowboy she can’t resist
“A Cowboy for Delilah” by Sabrina York The last thing this independent, high-powered lawyer wants is a cowboy in her life, but one steamy kiss from a sexy rancher burns her resolve to a crisp
“Shall We Dance?” by Myla Jackson When a lonely woman gives private dance lessons to a shy, sexy cowboy, she stumbles on passion worth fighting for
WANT MORE COWBOYS? Check out my Pintrest Pagededicated to these steamy hunks!Visit the Cowboy Heat Blog Page
About Sabrina YorkHer Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebookor on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazonor wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
Books by Sabrina YorkA Cowboy for Delilah (Erotic Contemporary for the Cowboy Heat Anthology, Cleis Press)Adam’s Obsession (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soonBrigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soonDark Fancy (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)Devlin’s Dare: A Tryst island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Dragonfly Kisses: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Extreme Couponing (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Fierce (One Night Stand, Decadence Press)Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)Folly (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)Heart of Ash: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave)  Pushing Her Buttons (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Man Hungry (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)Rebound is now available on SmashwordsRising Green (Erotic Horror, Ellora’s Cave) Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin' Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)  Smoking Holt: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Training Tess (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Trickery (Erotic Contemporary with Magical Elements, Ellora’s Cave Hex Line)Tristan’s Temptation (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)
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She done him wrong, so she'll #DoHimRight and kiss his booboo better! Cerise DeLand's new release coming 3/28

     Nothing worse than a woman who's done a man wrong...and wants to kiss his booboo all better!
     Maybe kiss a few other things he's got, too.
     Well, I have a story for you that is just like that. DO HIM RIGHT about a woman who wrote a rather misinformed bit of info about a famous rodeo performer...and ruined his career.
     Now, she's out to do him right...and correct the error in judgement she made.
     No cover, yet from EC but madly panting in wait.
Will post as soon as I can!
     Shana ruined rodeo champion Chet Stapleton years ago with hastily written words. Now a PR pro, she's engineered a plan to make amends. She'll successfully promote his rodeo, soothe her conscience and leave. Trouble is, she can't keep her hands off the smooth talker or call a halt to their smokin'-hot sex.
     Chet takes one glance at Shana and develops an itch to put his boots under her bed...permanently. He's won awards for taming willful fillies so he can't understand why he can't break Shana's stubborn refusal to open up to him.
     The closer Shana gets to Chet, the more she wants to stay in his life and his bed. But to do that, she'll have to tell him everything—and risk his rejection. One thing is certain, if Shana doesn't put the past to rest, she'll never be able to grab the future—or the cowboy she wants most.

WILD WICKED WEEKEND is what's for February fun for readers in San Antonio!

     The Sensational Six ladies who put on Wild Wicked Weekend (http://wildwickedweekend.com) last weekend are taking a big BREATHER!
      Well, really, if you saw our emails to each other in the past 2 days and if you've been to FB lately, we are not taking too much time off from planning for next year. We are EVERYWHERE!
     No lie.
     Tickled that we are, Desiree Holt, Regina Carlysle, Brenna Zinn, Samantha Cayto, Dalton Diaz and I are—to put it bluntly—tuckered.
    I slept for 11 hours last night, 8 the night before.
   This year we grew by more than 33% in our registration numbers. Next year, to keep it intimate and fun, we'll cap it at 150. Yes, CAP the registration. Could The Menger handle more? Sure. But we six want to be certain that we can deliver what we have done for the past 2 years: a fun, intimate, comfortable, easy, low cost vacation with authors whom you love!
    Really, we figure that is about what we can manage well and deliver a fun party for every reader and fan!
     For those of you who did not go, what did we provide?
    Well, according to our guests, we gave them FAB meals, courtesy of The Menger catering. We had fajitas and guacamole that you could just slather on your skin. We had desserts your grandmother would have devoured.  We had pasta that melted in your mouth. Salads and soups! Wow. And we didn't have to wash any of the dishes! Such relaxation!
    But what really melted in our mouths were our wonderful, fun-loving hosts, Cole, Taylor and Antonio. Yes, you must go to our FB page : #wildwickedweekend and take a look at some of the pix! Great guys and what terrific sports to play Sex Position Gumby (our faces HURT from laughing for 3 hours!) and give out all those baskets and baskets of prizes!
   Did you hear that we had a to-die-for Drag Queen Competition? Oh, they were superb. And the MC was a hoot. Will we have them next year?
    Oh, you must stay tuned to learn!
    One of our guests said she need a week to recover. Darn. I may need more. I even had blisters on the balls of my feet, I stood up and partied so much! Garrr.
   What do you need to know for next year?
    That the Sensational Six are going to deliver another wonderful, (educational???), fun, comfortable, intimate atmosphere at The Menger in February. Hey, even the weather cooperates with us and gave us 70 degrees and walkable joy last week.
    And here is the back page of our schedule to give our wonderful sponsors a big RAH RAH for helping us rock and roll in San Antone!

Regency Romps! My new cover reveal for LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS!

My new branding look and re-release of best-selling
LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESSWhat do you think?
Do you like the feel?
The colors?
The white space?
Yes, my own cherry logo, too!
This cover debuts my new branding look for my Regencies, a process that took me a long while, spending (gulp!) HOURS in stock sites.

As a former PR and Advertising exec and owner of my own business for more than 20 years, deciding on a new branding look was one of my first priorities for reissuing Regencies whose rights had been returned to me recently. Yes, I will self-pub these.

Why?
I wanted to experience the opportunity to create one look, one brand, one market outreach that would (hopefully) place me in the minds (and hearts) of Regency romance readers.

When you write for a house, they decide the covers. With a series, the artists in house do try often to give you an individual look, but not always.
Defining yourself across different publishing platforms creates the challenge of giving readers a look to search for and immediately identify as this author's or that.

Too often too, I find that certain graphic designers who are popular are giving their clients within a sub genre the same kind of look.  For Regency, we often have the house in the background or the landscape indicating a manor.

Here, I wanted a look more sweeping, brighter and in keeping with the fact that my Regencies are very sexy and have been, by nature of the houses that published them, considered erotic. Indeed, I hold forth that mine are very similar to many historical romance novels.  While that is for the reader to decide, I nonetheless wanted to position my novels as close to those. And this is the result.

What do you think?  Would you pick up LADY V. and what would you expect the story to be from looking at the cover?

Dark Duke, Your Regency fix from Sabrina York! Hubba hubba!

The Third Book in the Scorching Noble Passions Series by Sabrina York Releases!
Fans of Sabrina York’s steamy Regency series have been eagerly awaiting the release of Dark Duke, the third book (following award winning Follyand Dark Fancy) in which Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff, finally meets his match in the form of a flame-haired Scottish spitfire.
Noble Passions: Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly. Each book is a stand-alone read.
If you’re new to the series, download Sabrina’s free teaser book at http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/to read blurbs and excerpts for this popular series. Each book in the series is a stand-alone story.
Enter to win a signed print copy of Dark Fancy (Helena and James’ story—Book 2 in the Noble Passions Series) on Goodreads!  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1... 
Dark DukeSabrina York Noble Passions, Book ThreeEdward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library? But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.
But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.
Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.A Romantica® Regency historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.An Excerpt From: DARK DUKECopyright © SABRINA YORKAbout Sabrina YorkHer Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebookor on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazonor wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
CURRENT PROMOSFree Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/Newsletter & contest: http://sabrinayork.com/sabrinas-contest-and-newsletter/Enter to win a signed print copy of scorching Regency romance, Dark Fancy on Goodreads! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1...

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Books by Sabrina YorkAdam’s Obsession (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soonBrigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soonDark Fancy (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)Devlin’s Dare: A Tryst island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Dragonfly Kisses: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Extreme Couponing (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Fierce (One Night Stand, Decadence Press)Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)Folly (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave)Heart of Ash: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary)Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave)  Pushing Her Buttons (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming November 6thMan Hungry (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available on Amazon)Rebound is now available on SmashwordsRising Green (Erotic Horror, Ellora’s Cave) Saving Charlotte (Erotic Contemporary for the Smokin' Hot Firemen Anthology, Cleis Press)  Smoking Holt: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary) Training Tess (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)Trickery (Erotic Contemporary with Magical Elements, Ellora’s Cave Hex Line) Tristan’s Temptation (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave)