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Winner in Military Blog Hop!

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The Creation of an Alpha Hero by Cindy Jacks and Giveaway

My very first bad boy hero--Captain Brett Logan--was a labor of love. One part Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, a splash of Captain Malcom Reynolds from Firefly and healthy dose of Marshal Raylan Givens from Justified. Part pirate, part cowboy, all alpha male. (And HOT DOG on the cover art!)
In the first book, LANDLOCKED, Brett learns that he does indeed have a tender side, one he can share with Kathryn, his own personal heroine. This was the beginning of the PIRATES AT HEART series which I love writing because it explores an alternate reality in which the United States is no more, the western states have seceded into their own separate republics. Privateers such as Captain Logan supply weapons and munitions for the Resistance who are desperately trying to restore the United States. Kathryn and Brett cross paths after he’s been gravely injured in an enemy raid.
In book two, SMUGGLER’S BLUES, the year is 2017 and all is quiet on the eastern front. Good news for the war-weary Republic of Texas…bad news for weapons smuggling–pirate Captain Brett Logan. Logan’s been a surly handful since war’s end—not to mention a rather perfunctory lover—and his wife Kate has had about enough. When an illicit business venture falls in his lap, Logan is eager to get back to outrunning and out-gunning the enemy navy. Kate becomes an unwilling participant in Logan’s criminal enterprise, but in his element of excitement and danger, he’s the roguish daredevil she fell in love with. Their passion for each other burns hotter than ever—spurred on by the thrill of the chase. As she learns more about Logan’s wild side, Kate finds herself craving him body and soul as love, sex and adventure finally rid Logan of those pesky smuggler’s blues.Excerpt:  Copyright © CINDY JACKS, 2012  All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.The familiar ping of rain falling onto a tin roof startled her. Thunder rumbled, louder this time. The storm had begun.“What’s wrong?” He tilted her head up to look at him. His brow was furrowed, gaze studying hers. The concern in his expression disarmed her. Heavy raindrops beat a tattoo on the tin roof, adding to her fear and exhaustion.She shook her head. Everything was wrong.Seeming to read her mind, he nodded. “Stupid question, huh?”Kathryn nodded and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms, to fall into a dreamless sleep until this was all over. But it was nowhere near over. This ordeal continued to get more and more complicated.Leaning her head against his chest, she listened to his strong heartbeat. “Do you—do you really think Dale killed someone because of my mistake?”“No, not if he didn’t have to. Have some faith in basic human greed.” He jostled her.The remark struck her as funny. She gave a weak smile. Maybe Brett was right. Or maybe he was trying to make her feel better.“I really screwed up.”“I screwed up. You’re only here because I… I should’ve stayed home when you asked me to pass up this deal.”Home. It was all that she longed for, but the thought only brought on another wave of anxiety. Her chest grew tight and his words from the night before flooded back. He’d stolen the comfort of home from her too. Silent tears dripped down her cheeks.“But you’re bored with me.” She huffed.Lightning flashed outside, the wind picked up force. It swept through the poorly constructed shack, the oil lamp light flickering.“Kate.” He smoothed her hair and pressed her into a hug. “Kate, I didn’t mean that you bore me.”“Don’t try to sugarcoat it now.”Tilting her chin up, he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m not. I bore me when I’m at home. This life—” He motioned to the shelter and the storm outside. “This is all I’ve ever known, and I just don’t know how to entertain myself otherwise.”“I know I’m busy with the boys.” She went on as if she hadn’t heard what he’d said. “And I’ve never been the kind of woman who gets all dolled up—”He cut her off with a kiss, his hand sliding around her waist.“Stop.” She turned away.Tangling a hand in her hair, he exposed her neck and planted a trail of kisses.“You are—” He kissed down to her cleavage. “The most exciting woman I’ve ever known.”His growing erection indicated the truth in his words.“And that’s saying a lot,” she teased, his affection chasing away her self-doubt little by little.Her pulse and respiration quickened, her sex grew warm and tight. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, letting it roam over her bare skin as if it had a mind of its own.“It’s not every woman who’ll assault me with my own wallet.”Kathryn chuckled, holding back a squeal as he stroked the ticklish spot at the cleft of her ass.“We can’t do this here.” She tried to extricate herself from his embrace.“Why not?” Skimming his lips over her jawline, he pressed her closer.“Because we’re fugitives.”Oh God, they were fugitives. Strangers in a strange land. Well, it didn’t seem all that foreign to Brett.Hand to his chest, she stopped his advances. “I didn’t know you could speak Reformlandish.”Eyes heavy-lidded, he grinned slowly. “I speak a couple Reformlandish dialects. And Spanish. Some Cajun French.”She arched an eyebrow, shaking her head. “How is it I didn’t know that?”“Not much cause to use my language skills around the house.”“What else don’t I know about you?” She leaned forward, inhaling his musky scent and the sweet whiskey on his breath.His lips were so close that hers tingled, but he didn’t move for a kiss. Not yet. “I couldn’t say. You’ll just have to find out as we go.”Running her fingertips up his arm, she imagined the landscape beneath his clothes. Since the day they’d met she’d made a road map of his body in her mind. The tattoos and scars, each ripple of muscle, every freckle, the tantalizing trail of hair that led from his bellybutton down to his cock.Yes, she knew every inch of him. And she knew just how her body would react to his touch, his scent—her pulse pounding, her pussy swollen and wet. It was all delicious, but predictable. Even the routine they’d gotten into, making love right before bed. The song he’d sing her as she fell asleep.But here, in the one place she never wanted to find herself again, she’d learned something new about her lover. She’d gotten to see the part of him he kept separate from their comfortable life at home. And though some of it shocked her and threw her off balance, there was something intoxicating about the outlaw whose arms wrapped around her.Heat flared inside her, licking at her cheeks, her nipples, her sex. She surged forward, kissing him hard, her tongue invading his mouth. Caught off guard, he tumbled backward, chuckling, but spurred her on, his hands stripping off her sweater and shirt.The cool evening air swirled around her breasts, her nipples drawing painfully tight. He leaned forward, capturing a bud between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it.She gasped, pleasure rippling through her. Since they’d come ashore, he’d been in command of the situation, never once losing his cool. Now she wanted him in command of her body. She longed for him to tease her, overwhelm her and take her. Own her.
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And don’t forget to watch out for book three, SAILOR’S KNOT, in which the next generation of Logan’s wreak sexy havoc!
Thanks again to Cerise for hosting me! One random commenter will win an Amazon gift card and free e-copy of Smuggler’s Blues. Good luck and Happy reading.
Cheers,Cindy JacksFiction for the bad girl in every woman http://cindyjacks.com/

LAST DAY for Military BLOG HOP! And ROPE ME IN today in print!

This is the last day for Military Blog Hop:
WIN LOADS OF PRIZES!
DO leave a comment here to be entered to win an e-book copy of A LONG TIME COMIN' from me. This is a prize for one lucky person who enters (see link below) and will be awarded to anyone internationally! Blog closes Nov. 15, today!Happy Veterans Day!Go here for more: http://www.thejeepdiva.com/2012/04/men-women-of-the-military-giveaway-hop-sign-up.html


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TODAY, ROPE ME IN, the first in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER menage/BDSM western series at EC is out today in print!
What's it about?


In Bravado, Texas, the men are good and plenty…and lonely.


Not inclined to remain horny bachelors, the three MacRae brothers devise a plan to find one fine woman and get the good lovin’ they deserve. One gander at the new gal in town, charming Cara Ford, and the cowboys decide to do some old-fashioned courting. Then they’ll offer her a thoroughly modern deal—all three of them, just for luscious, lovely her.


Cara has returned to Bravado to rebuild her life after cutting the cord to her self-centered husband. One man was a pain. Why would she want to tie herself to three ranchers known for their wildcattin’, no matter how sexy?
Undeterred, Jed, Harry and Will rope her into their daily lives, sweet-talk her into sharing their torrid nights, and set out to convince her that three hard-lovin’ men in bed is better than one.
And you need to read the second in the series, don't you?
TIE ME DOWN stars a shibari master.
What is a shibari master?
An expert in artful rope bondage, derived from the Japanese samurai who had to detain their enemies and had no prisons.
Look at this cover of Case Turner and Samantha Marlowe!

Special Ops: A few facts you may not know! MILITARY BLOG HOP begins!

Researching Delta Force for A LONG TIME COMIN' and my upcoming release about a SEAL team member, CONQUERING ZEUS (with the Sassy 7), I learned quite a few interesting facts:

Special Ops which includes Delta Force, SEALs, and many other specialized units of the military are very highly trained personnel, many of them in the service for years before getting the opportunity to apply for training in one of these schools.SEALs and Delta Force operatives undergo such rigorous training that only a fraction of those who apply and enter the schools graduate.SEALs and Delta Force operations are highly classified, which is why many objected to the new book out by a former SEAL describing the operation to get Bin Laden.In fact, the operations are so secret that the men in these units rarely if ever acknowledge to anyone that they belong to these elite corps.The budgets for these units are redacted, meaning few know the real cost of their operations.SEALs and Delta Force take their oaths to the President of the United States. Therefore, this is the person/entity to which they owe their allegiance.DO leave a comment here AND your email address in the comment to be entered to win a copy of A LONG TIME COMIN'Blog closes Nov. 15.Happy Veterans Day!Go here for more:
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MILITARY BLOG HOP anyone? With prizes!

MILITARY BLOG HOP anyone? With prizes!
Yes, I am among those doing this wonderful hop!
Starts tomorrow at:
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Great fun...and quite a bit about the military, too!
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GOT USA election nerves? RELAX with FRAN LEE's newest!

   What Fran Jamison and Jack Gerrard have in common could be balanced on the head of a pin. Jack screwed up his chances with the BBW years ago when he allowed his friends to influence his choices. And Fran totally lost her chance with the hot campus jock by openly spurning his attempt to apologize.
   Fran has never been to any of the reunions, but now a friend needs her, so this time she hasn’t been able to shimmy out of it. What she doesn’t expect in a million years is to find herself making hot love with Jack Gerrard on the hood of a parked car…in the airport parking ramp!
   Jack lost her once. But if she thinks she’s getting away this time, she’s dead wrong.
Excerpt:
To: franjamison@think_tank.comFrom: SikorskiK@WIndiU.eduHello to all of Gracie’s Girls, class of 2002. Once again, thanks to all of you for the flowers and phone calls after my aunt Gracie’s passing last winter. You all meant so much to her, and to me.As I’m sure you all know, our ten-year college reunion is coming up this summer. Since I now have Aunt Gracie’s big rambling house all to myself, I’d like to extend an invitation. If any of you are coming back for the reunion, you’re more than welcome to stay here, in your old rooms. Gracie quit taking in college students several years back, so there’s no one here but me and I’d love to have some company while I’m getting the house ready to put on the market. So what do you say? One last time as roommates? It would be great to see all of you again.Hugs,Karen     She hadn’t planned to attend, at least not until she’d received Karen’s guilt-inspiring email. Every instinct she possessed screamed at her to hit the delete key and pretend the email hadn’t arrived, but she just couldn’t do that. Karen was having financial problems and might have to sell the historic but dilapidated old Victorian house they had all shared in college.     She shouldn’t feel so gun-shy, but even after all these years it would be hard for her to go back and see all her old pals with the memories of her college years slamming hard into her refurbished self-image. A self-image that had taken her seven long years of analysis and hard work to create.     Fran sighed and rubbed her temples, shoving her reading glasses up onto her sleep-tousled head. She’d received the formal reunion invitation last week but had tossed it without even looking at it. No use reliving the whole college scene just to see how everyone else looked… See how many of her friends had kids… How they had all changed over the ten years since she’d last seen them. She certainly didn’t feel like listening to them telling stories about new babies and favorite pets and how they’d met their husbands.     All the things Fran had excluded from her life in favor of monetary success and “being her own woman”.Fran was far more realistic now. She refused to kid herself. She had never found the man of her dreams and settled down to raise a family, mainly because it had taken her seven years to get past her own demented mental image of herself. And now that she finally recognized her own worth and had learned to love herself as she was, she was way past the wild need to flaunt her wares and try to trap some unwary male. Besides, most men in her age bracket were already married. Or divorced and on the rebound. Or just looking for a one-night stand. So far, that had never quite appealed, no matter how good-looking the man in question happened to be.    Men were not a necessity in life. Besides…she’d royally screwed up, long ago, with the only man she’d ever really wanted any sort of relationship with.   She ran her fingers through her wild curls and pressed her thumbs against the bridge of her nose. Back then she’d been so sure that the tentative advances he’d made were simply another way for the jock community at WIU to have a laugh-fest at her expense. She’d reacted defensively, tearing his ego into tiny strips. And then he’d basically left her alone. Damn…   Only years later, after many long sessions with her uber-patient therapist, had it flashed with astonishing clarity into her mind. Jack Gerrard—her dream man—had actually tried to ask her out on a date. And she had gone off on the man as if he’d just asked her to jump naked into an anthill.   She gave a sigh of resignation. The worst part of it was that she’d always had the most pathetic crush on the man—most girls had crushes on the hot, sexy hero of the WIU gridiron.   Even in high school, Gerrard had always been in the company of cheerleaders and prom queens and the most popular girls. They hung all over him like bees around a honey pot. One look from those riveting blue eyes could make any girl drop her panties with a scream of delight. But Jack had ignored them most of the time, keeping up excellent grades so he could play varsity football. She supposed that was the true attraction.   Sure. There she went, lying to herself again. She’d been hot for his ripped body, just like all the other girls. But it had gone deeper than that with her.   He had offered her some modicum of friendship, and good-looking guys did not want to be pals with Fran Jamison. So when that friendship was withdrawn without explanation or reason, it had torn her up inside.

J.D. Faver brings us BAD VIBES!

Hi Cerise! Thanks so much for inviting me to be your guest today. I was going to share a little about writing a series. My romantic thriller series, The Edge of Texas, is set along the Texas coast just 25 miles north of the Mexican border, so there is a beautiful semi-tropical setting to begin with. Then I added some flawed characters, each carrying around a load of backstory. Finally, I paint on a coat of trouble, and if the characters seem to be getting a handle on it, I drop a disaster on them.   The hero of the first book, BAD MEDICINE, is Raphael Solis, the sheriff. In this book, he is reunited with Chloe, his high school sweetheart who fled town after his mother and sister falsely accused her of theft and caused her to lose her scholarship. To say that she has a big chip on her shoulder would be an understatement. I put them through hell together in this first volume.
BAD MEDICINE is followed by BAD KARMA, and then BAD VIBES, my newest release, picks right afterward. This is the blurb for BAD VIBES: Darla (one of Raphael’s deputies) arrests a vagrant, hanging around the marina, but after he’s cleaned up, she discovers a hunky, hard-body with a smoldering gaze hidden beneath the filthy rags. He turns out to be a federal agent working undercover. He’s after a gang of human traffickers using the Intracoastal Waterway to bring sex slaves into the United States from Mexico. Rafael assigns Darla as liaison officer to work with the feds, bringing her face-to-face with the “Iceman”, Mike Burke, the undercover agent she arrested. Darla, Mike and his partner tear up and down the Intracoastal Waterway in pursuit of the human traffickers, but when two local women disappear, the search becomes personal.As an author, I always have a feeling of loss when I’m writing the last chapter of a book, because I’m saRafael stepped into the cool darkness of his tenth-floor beach front condo. The air-conditioning rushed out to embrace him. He closed and locked the door and started the involved process of removing his damp, wrinkled uniform. He first disarmed himself and secured his sidearm in a lock box he kept close to the door, now that he was a responsible parent. He divested himself of handcuffs, badge and credentials before removing his boots and starting to unbutton his shirt. He glanced in on Lacy and Daniel, asleep in what had been a guest room in his bachelor days. He stood over them, each in turn, silently tucking the coverlet around Lacy. Here, with his children, he was always able to regain his sense of values and purpose; no matter what the real world had robbed him of on any particular day.Tiptoeing out, he left the door ajar, knowing Chloe would be waking whenever Daniel cried out for his next feeding. Rafael slipped silently into the master bedroom, listening to Chloe’s measured breathing as he removed his clothes and soundlessly stepped into their bathroom. He felt too dirty to climb into the same bed with his wife.He deposited his clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower. He brushed his teeth and stroked his hand over his day’s growth of beard. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, hearing Chloe’s voice address him as her favorite werewolf. Stepping into the water, he inhaled the steamy spray. The warm rain shower made him feel whole again. He washed his hair and body and turned off the water. Rubbing his eyes with his fists, he opened them to see Chloe holding a towel for him. “Thanks,” he said, stepping out. “Sorry that I woke you.”“I don’t mind,” she said. I love you, you know?”He smiled, reaching for the towel. “I know. I love you more.”“Impossible.” She ran her hands over his damp chest. Rafael slipped the tiny straps off her shoulders, letting the short gown fall beside the towel. “I swear, baby, you could raise the dead.”Her soft gurgle of pleasure was drowned in his kiss as he pressed her soft, supple body against his. Rafael lifted her and carried her to their bed. He placed her in the middle and slid in beside her. As he stroked his fingers from her cheek, over her breast and down to her hip, his fatigue evaporated. A clutch at his heart reminded him that he’d almost lost her twice within the last year. First, at the hands of an old childhood foe, the heir apparent to a local crime family and later, when she’d gone into labor and happened to arrive at the Emergency Room at the same time as a crazed stalker was closing in on his victim. He swallowed hard and gathered her closer. “Don’t ever take any chances, Chloe. Promise me that you’ll always think before you act.” Her arms wound around him. “I never try to get in the way of nut cases. It was just my karma.”“Get a new karma,” he growled.~*~The order of this series is                                                                                                                                                          (1) BAD MEDICINE                                                                                                                                                                             (2) BAD KARMA                                                                                                                                                                 (3) BAD VIBES                                                                                                                                                                      (4) BAD DREAMS Visit J.D. Faver’s website: http://www.jdfaver.com/                                                                                                                follow on Twitter & FacebookI hope everyone has a chance to visit South Padre Island and the Lower Rio Grande Valley. In the meantime, you can visit through my series and keep up with the happenings. My goal is to entertain…and keep you up nights. ;-) *hugs*                                                                                                                                                                                       ~J.D.

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What does my famous CERISE DELAND WINE BAG contain?

MUMM Napa Valley WINE TOTE BAG filled with: wine cooler bag, Diva dishtowel wine cork wine coasters and box of Wine tasting menu recipe cardsa copy of CERISE's print book. Everything you need for an evening of wine, men and yummies!
THIS HALLOWEEN CONTEST runs until Nov. 29!