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What's coming tomorrow…

Pssst! The grab bag contest winner is named at the bottom of this post!

First off, have I told you all how incredibly awesome you all are? I need help with titles—you deliver dozens of ideas! I need help with menage ideas—you little perverts come up with some completely rockin' ideas!

Anyway, I thought I'd give you a heads up. Tomorrow, Bitten in the Big Easy, a two author anthology with two hawt as hell stories releases from Ellora's Cave! It will be the first book in the Femme Noir series, which will include vampires, witches, ghosts and demons. Read on for a glimpse inside…

Bitten in the Big Easy

"Butterfly" by Paisley Smith

Vampire Narcissa Csintalan is in a New Orleans bar, waiting on her tardy sister Elena, when she develops a raging fang-on for the bar's sinfully sexy, butch bass player. The bite marks on the songbird's neck put her at the top of Cissy's must-feed list.

Butterfly Baudelaire has sworn off strays, but the blonde coming on to her has a killer pair of fangs and looks like she knows how to use 'em. Butterfly's not banking on the bite Cissy takes out of her heart—or the fact more than her well-spanked bottom is in danger from her vampire lover.

"Gilded Cage" by Delilah Devlin

Since her turning, Elena Csintalan has wrestled her inner demon on a nightly basis. She never expects her limits to be tested—until she finds herself drawn to a tawny woman whose lush curves make her eyeteeth spike. Before she knows it, she's dangling inside an iron cage, one that's frighteningly familiar. And the punishment she endures is oh so divine…

Despite a surprising empathy she feels for the vampire she's captured, Cassia proceeds with her coven's plan—drain Elena of her blood at the height of orgasm to complete a potion that will protect them from Elena's maker. Cassia scried the darkness coming their way, and the monster has a name…the Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

Elena approached Jean Lafitte's Old Absinthe House from Bienville Street, skirting the sidewalk, striding in long steps, enjoying the cloying heat, the mingled scents of life and decay, sniffing delicately when she passed a sewer grate but not minding the odors all that much. Tonight, little would spoil her mood.

The tavern looked good for its age—although not as good as Elena. Not a single wrinkle marred her face. Not that she was mindful of her beauty. She only recognized it as fact, having come slowly to acceptance, acknowledging her beauty not as a gift or a curse.

She dressed simply. Straight-legged blue jeans, a black tank and black military boots. A black-banded watch sat on her left wrist. Her hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail at the back of her head. Her only concessions to her femininity were the large white-gold hoops she wore in her ears, and only because she liked the way they bumped against her cheeks.

Still, as severe as she'd dressed, Elena drew attention. She had a model's long, lithe frame and moved as fluidly as a cat. Again, facts she was aware of but not duly self-impressed.

She'd reached the point in her long life where little mattered. Not friendships, because they were fleeting. Not money, because it could be gone in a single day, as she'd known now twice in her lifetime. Little interested her. She'd seen most of the world. Done everything. Her primary constant was the hunger that drove her even now, when she was wishing she could ignore it just a while longer.

The other constant was her sister. And she was meeting her tonight for the first time in ten years.

Her stomach growled loudly and Elena growled right back, alarming a musician carrying a guitar case so much so that he stepped onto the street to make a wide arc around her.



Something in his keen eyes said he knew what she was. What she must do. And soon. She toyed with the idea of stalking him, making him her supper. That might amuse her, but she'd have annoying regrets later because she no longer wished to prey on the innocent.

Besides, he'd looked to be in the flush of good health, smelled of broccoli and legumes. His sweat was fresh, pure. She wrinkled her nose because she preferred blood flavored with sin, even when she wasn't being noble. Or at least trying very hard to be.

Elena's secret wish, the one she'd shared only with a priest before she'd ripped out his throat, was that she would ascend to heaven after a very long stay in purgatory. Something the priest had said was impossible due to the horrendous list of sins she'd confessed.

No matter that she'd been forced into this undead life. The moment she'd opened her mouth and accepted Narcissa's blood, she'd forever outlawed her soul.

At least she'd have good company.

She slipped her phone from her back pocket, sliding down the split screen to check for messages. Nothing since the last text from Narcissa. Am here. Where r u?

Elena grinned and snapped her phone together. The message was from an hour ago. She wrinkled her nose. So she was late. Again. What was an hour to a vampire?

She approached the doors to the Absinthe House, smelled the citrusy, medicinal scent of the liquor for which the house had been named, hints of the burnt sugar lit atop the drink. The odors of sweat and perfume, fresh alcohol from opened bottles and stale liquor oozing from the pores of patrons kicked up her heartbeat.

She dragged in the smells, discovered one intriguing aroma among the snarled pack and zeroed in on it—lush, sweet musk. Feminine. Dark.

The senses she'd honed over time found the sinner. Her gaze tracked over the tables and the people seated at the bar, landing at last on a woman whose unblinking eyes stared right back.

Cissy could wait. This one was too delicious to pass up. The woman's hair was a mass of shiny corkscrew curls, which tumbled past her shoulders in shades of dark brown, blonde and red. Her skin tone was a milky latté. Her eyes were golden and tilted upward at the outside corners; long, thick lashes sweeping downward to cast shadows against glowing cheeks, before rising again so that their glances locked.

The vixen's mouth sent a thrill through Elena's body, cinching her nipples, hardening her clit. Her hips swayed a little deeper as she approached. Draga, esti mina. You're mine.

The woman's head canted slightly, as though she had heard her, which surprised Elena. Most humans couldn't hear the suggestions although they acted upon them, thinking they'd formed the thoughts themselves. Perhaps she was a sensitive, one with psychic gifts. There were many in this city.

Elena stopped beside the table. "Are you expecting anyone?"

A glance flitted over Elena's slim frame. "I think I've been waiting for you." Her voice oozed like caramelized sugar onto Elena's skin.

Satisfaction shivered through Elena as she sat in the empty chair opposite the woman and let her own gaze trail lower. Her heart fluttered at the sight of the temptress's breasts—nipples like dark moons shadowed her gold tank, the tips protruding, lengthening as Elena stared.

Elena's mouth watered; her tongue scraped the edge of an eyetooth, drawing blood. Her belly growled again, but the music and sounds of conversations flowing around them masked the insistent sound.

The dark-skinned woman lifted a hand from her lap, one long, slender finger beckoning a waitress. "Would you like a drink?"

"Perhaps later." Elena smiled, dipping her eyelids as she gave the sultry beauty a look that said without words what she hungered for.

A slight, feline smile curved the corners of her generous mouth. "Then we'll leave. My apartment's not far."

The fact the woman took charge without hesitation, without the usual prodding to assure they were both seeking a liaison, amused Elena. It wasn't often she surrendered the lead to another woman, but this night she would let her prey stretch the leash a bit. The switch would make the meal all the more succulent.

"I'm Elena."

"Cassia."

As simply as that, they gave each other names. No further introduction required. This would be a lovely interlude, but one from which the tawny-haired beauty would not return. This one was trolling for a hookup. The open lust mirrored in her smoky eyes and the scent of a raspberry douche marked her as a sinner.

They stood at the same time. Elena liked the long, colorful skirt hugging Cassia's generous hips, so unlike her own slender curves. The woman's full-blown body would make a feast. Cassia's scent heated, wafting in the air, a tickling tease that caught and captured Elena's hunger, which grew more intense by the moment.

She followed in her wake, noting the swag of Cassia's round ass. Her gums tingled, the urge to go full-fang and take a nip nearly overwhelming. However, Elena was experienced. She'd learned caution. Learned to bait the trap. Practiced patience, because the longer she extended the foreplay before taking her fill, the greater her pleasure, the more sinful the taste.

She didn't really note their direction. They trailed down a cobblestone street and into an alley.

"It's a shortcut," Cassia said, glancing back.

"I'm not worried," Elena murmured.

They came to a one-lane street where the backs of tall, narrow houses with their small one-car garages extended to the road. The woman lifted a latch on one gate, glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "We're here. I hope you won't be disappointed."

Elena didn't reply, simply moved closer and placed her hand on the notch of Cassia's hip and let it glide lower. She bent her head and licked at the sweat gleaming on the top of her shoulder. Sin and secrets, a hint of something dark lurking in her soul—her favorite flavors. "Hurry."

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The winner random number generator of the grab bag of signed books and assorted author "stuff" is…#59 Zina! Zina, congrats, and be sure to send me your snail mail address so I can get your package to you!

Better late…

Sorry this is soooo late! Life's been nuts the past 24-hours. Last night we had a hellish thunderstorm and my daughter, her husband and the little ones wound up sleeping all over my bedroom. Today, I had the housekeeper underfoot (I live in rural Arkansa—it's not that expensive and so worth it!) and my daughter going nuts because she found baby squirrels that had fallen out of a tree. I took pics and will share—but only if they survive. It's too sad otherwise.

In the meantime, I promised the grab bag winner would be announced today, but I'm too tired to tally up all the comments to enter into the random number generator, so you have two more chances to enter! I posted blogs at the following two places. Go comment!

After Midnight Fantasies

Wild & Wicked Cowboys

Guest Blogger: Mary Kennedy Eastham

Ooops! I didn't think I had the blog from Mary until I read through my huge inbox from yesterday. So now you have two blogs for today to comment on! ~DD

A Few Sneaky Tricks To Make A So-So Writing Day Better!

By Mary Kennedy Eastham

We all have days when our inner writing spirit needs a pep talk! Here are a few things that work for me:

…This one is easy. STAY ON TRACK. I try to end each writing day with a promise for the next day. When I go to sleep, I think about what I need to discover about my heroine. It could be something simple, like her fave late nite talk show host – is it Dave, Jay or Jimmy???

…This one is corny but it was suggested to me by a wonderfully successful fine artist. I start every writing day by giving myself a 'star', the way our teachers did in those early school days. I look for stars in fun paper stores like Paper Source. Their motto is: DO SOMETHING CREATIVE EVERY DAY.

…Drop and give me: 10 push-ups, a minute of jumping rope, 10 sit-ups, a minute of jumping jacks, 10 lunges and a minute of running in place. Repeat as often as you want to. I always feel better after exercise. Even if it's only for a few minutes.

…Work on something else. I was really getting stuck in my novel Night Surfing, so one day I just decided to start writing a short-story "The Girl With Sand in Her Hair." I am loving working on that story. It will be the final story in a short story collection of the same name.

…Give yourself a real treat. For me that's a Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Mint Square. Then I pick up a book by one of my favorite authors. I sit down for only a minute and read a passage from the book very slowly and sometimes out loud. I let the beautiful flow of the language seep into my brain. It's like listening to a favorite song. I'm all pumped and I can't wait to get back to my writing.

MARY KENNEDY EASTHAM's book The Shadow of a Dog I Can't Forget is a 2011 WILD CARD Runner-Up Winner in the Hollywood Book Festival, WINNER of the 2010 Celebrity Achievement Award, was a Runner-Up for BEST POETRY BOOK & Honorable Mention Winner at the L.A. Guerilla Marketing Book Contest. Points of Love, a poem from the book, was a $5,000 award winner in the Dorothy Sargent Rosenburg Poetry Contest. Her website is: www.RP-Author.com/MKE. She's on Facebook under her name and on Twitter under Word Actress.

A Question…

Just a quick reminder! The Grab Bag Contest ends tomorrow! Click on the link for details!

This past week was pretty much a bust writing-wise. I did finish writing my short for Beastly Babes (which is being renamed, darn it!), and I powered through reading Cowboy entries. Most of the week was eaten up with family things and yesterday's two trips to Little Rock—one for the DSRA meeting, and the other to place a rescue dog with a loving family. So, worth the lost hours of writing.

This next week, I have to get serious about wrapping up Beastly Babes and making decent inroads into my new cowboy story. Thanks to everyone who bought A Four-Gone Conclusion. Remember, you can help an author out by writing reviews wherever you buy and "tagging" the story on Amazon.

Also, I do have another story releasing this week. If you like vampires and/or lesbian fiction, you won't want to miss Bitten in the Big Easy!

And because I need to get my week planned out, here's something to keep you busy…

If you were completely blind, but could somehow see for just one hour each month, how would you most often spend that time?

Cup o' Cheese!

Whoa, Nellie! Yesterday, I hoped for a few suggestions to mull over for a title for my cowboy anthology, but who knew there were so many creative and crazy people out there? I'm heading to the Diamond Stare Romance Authors meeting in Little Rock this morning, but when I get home, I'm sharpening several pencils to list my favorites from the many wonderful suggestions you all gave me! Thanks again for all the help.

So while I'm otherwise occupied, here's a little video my dd shared with me. LMAO! Thought you might enjoy it too. Sometimes, over-sharing can kill a good thing!

Back to the drawing board…

I LOVE that you all enthusiastically voted on yesterday's poll. Studs 'n' Spurs is the overwhelming favorite. Too bad I can't use the title! As one reader pointed out to me yesterday, it's a great title, but Cat Johnson's using it for a Cowboy series she's writing—which would be awkward in the extreme if I went forward with the title for reasons that will be apparent when I make the announcements in a couple of months! Lips zipped!

Sooooo, I need another title to give my editor—something just as catchy, just as "cowboy". Wanna help me? Remember, that grab bag prize is still on the table and you need to keep commenting anyway!

This is what I sent to my editor in the first place. Let's not spend any more time on these:

* Sex in the Saddle

* Rawhide

* Ride a Cowboy (way too over-used)

* Studs in Spurs

* I Like My Cowboys Naked

So…we're off! Give me your suggestions. No idea is a stupid one when you're brainstorming! Think—cowboys, leather, horses, attire, ropes, saddles…

Cowboy Poll

Hey, did you see? 4-Gone's #1 at Samhain! Thanks again, for making that happen.

I'm a little tired today. I've been working damn hard. In the past week, I finished a book, something I know you'll like, Five Ways 'Til Sunday. I wrapped up a short story yesterday, something for my Beastly Babes book for Cleis. Let me just say I invented new ways to enjoy a tiger's tail. Today, I have to read through and edit more of the BB stories so I can get them back to the authors. I really, really want to put Beastly Babes to bed by next week. But of course, I have to be writing too. Something sexy. I owe an editor at Samhain a follow-up to True Heart, and she'll come after me if I don't give it to her soon.

So you'll understand if I'm not as chatty as usual, right? I do need some help though. The next Cleis collection I have to turn my attention to is The Cowboy. That was always a tentative title. My editor there likes two titles I proposed, and wanted me to ask y'all what you thought. Keep in mind, these are sexy, hetero cowboy stories.

Note: There is a poll embedded within this post, please visit the site to participate in this post's poll.

This poll ends tomorrow!

Grab Bag Contest!

Quick note: Thanks sooooo much to all of you who went out and bought 4-Gone yesterday. This morning, the book was #3 in Samhain's store! And remember, you help authors by "tagging", "liking" and reviewing! ~DD

I have this grab bag I tried to give away back in June, but despite my messages to the winner—she never claimed it! Soooo….

I'm going to give it away again! What do you have to do to enter? POST A COMMENT—here or on facebook! This contest ends next Monday!

This is what the bundle includes:

Autgraphed books:

Dragonbound by Jade Lee

Carpe Bead'em by Tonya Kappes

Escape by Kate Douglas, Willa Okati and Marteeka Karland (signed by Marteeka only)

Autographed drink koozie from Kristin Daniels

Assorted stuff (much of it autographed as well)…bookmarks, trading cards, excerpt booklets from:

Emma Wildes, Jade Lee, Marie Force, Leah Braemel, Jane Rylon, Leanna Renee Hieber, Madelyn Ford, Lila DiPasqua, Virna DePaul, Donna Grant, Zenobia Renquist, Samantha Kane, Krista Daniels, and Cheryl Brooks.

No doubt, I'll throw some of my stuff in as well! So, what can you comment about today? How about this?

From Snapple's Real Facts: "The average person spends 2 weeks over

his/her life waiting for a traffic light to change."

What would you rather be doing with that time?

It's A FOUR-GONE CONCLUSION!

Whatever you need to know about the book before you buy it is just a click of the cover away. Read the blurb, read and exceprt. And when you're ready to buy, here are a couple of links:

Buy at Samhain

Buy at Amazon

There are a couple of things you can do that I would sincerely appreciate:

1) If you read it, offer a review of the story, on Amazon and/or Samhain's site, so that the next person who clicks on the book page will know what you thought. People really do read those!

2) Head to the Amazon page and "tag" it. When someone types in "cowboy" and "menage", you will help them find my book!

Now, I get to sit back and wait to see what you thought. I really hope I hit your sweet spot.

The winner of the Bored Fairy and a Book contest is…Monique Ito! Monique, contact me regarding delivery of your prizes!

1 Day to 4-Gone! (Contest)

The winner of the autographed copy of COWBOY FEVER is named at the bottom of this blog! Tomorrow, I'll announce the Bored Fairy and a Signed Book contest winner.

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A Four-Gone Conclusion releases tomorrow. Don't miss your first taste the Logan brothers of Two Mule, Texas! You can pre-order it today and save $1.05 on the cover price!

We're almost there. One more day. I hope I've whetted your appetites for more handsome cowboys. The Logan brothers are the next whose dirty secrets I'll expose. And all I can say is Ellie Harker is one lucky girl.

One devilish night…or a chance at heaven?

Sam Logan's foster sons have a bad rep in Two Mule, Texas. Most of it earned. When it becomes clear they don't plan on giving up scootin' after ever pretty pair of boots in town anytime soon, he issues the one thing he knows they can't resist: a challenge. Find a wife.

The oldest, Johnny, is actually grateful. He's had his eye on Mean Ellie Harker for a long time, and Sam's challenge is the kick in the pants he needed to ask her out. Except before he can make his move, his brothers kidnap her right out from under his nose. Now, instead of being one question away from victory, he has to compete for the woman of his dreams.

Ellie thought she'd be a dried up old spinster before Johnny finally untangled his tongue long enough to ask for a date. But instead of teaching him better uses for that tongue, his brothers have whisked her away to the ranch. At first she's furious…then intrigued when she starts to wonder what it might be like…

Warning: Four handsome cowboys. Four choices. Would it be a single sordid night or a chance at heaven as she savors every luscious inch of the Logan brothers?

Johnny pulled in front of the diner just in time to see the Luckadoo girl heading to her Corolla. The sign on the diner door read CLOSED. "Get out and see if she's ready."

Killian gave him a crooked smile. "You're grumpy when you're horny."

Johnny grimaced. "Don't say that word to me. What I am at the moment is mad. This was a dumb idea."

Killian laughed and stepped down from the cab. He ambled to the door. He tried it then glanced over his shoulder and shrugged.

Johnny hit the steering wheel with his hand. She'd run. He guessed that was answer enough.

Killian cupped a hand over his eyes and peered through the glass before walking back to the truck and climbing inside. "Know where she lives?"

He did, but he wasn't telling Killian. She'd made up her mind. "Let's go home."

"You're gonna give up? Just like that?" His mouth pursed, then his head swung back toward Johnny. "Maybe she wants us to give a little chase so we appreciate her when we catch her."

Johnny shook his head. "She's not the type to play games."

"She's got a smart mouth. Maybe she does."



He gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Let's go home."

Killian sighed. "I'm sorrier than I can say this didn't work out. I was really lookin' forward to rumplin' her starchy hide."

Johnny shot him a killing glare and put the truck in reverse, backing up then making a U-turn in the middle of Main Street to head home again.

Killian grunted then turned in his seat. "You're not gonna give up that easy, are you? What about Sam?"

"Sam can hire a damn cook."

They passed the saloon on the left. The music was loud enough to be heard above the rumbling diesel engine.

"Want to get a drink before we head home?"

And have some yahoo make a comment about Indians and their liquor? Johnny knew his limits. His sour mood guaranteed he'd be hauled to jail after a fistfight. "No. You can come back later, by yourself, if you wanna drink."

"All right. I give up."

Thankfully the trip home was quiet. Darkness fell with the quickness of light blinking out.

Rolling up to the garage, Johnny noted the twins' truck parked at an angle in the center of the driveway.

"Guess they were in a hurry. Must have got lucky."

Johnny didn't reply. For a short while as they'd killed time in the Feed and Seed, purchasing supplies while waiting for the diner to close, he'd felt lighter, anticipating an evening spent with a warm, willing woman. An attractive woman with rosy cheeks and a sharp-eyed gaze. Now he'd have to listen to the sounds his brothers made as they entertained a girl. And it would be a girl, he thought sourly.

He and his brother piled out of the truck and walked through the breezeway and straight into the mudroom off the kitchen.

Voices sounded from the living room. One voice in particular caught his attention, the feminine edge so familiar his body grew instantly taut.

"I am not sleeping with you! Get it out of your head right this minute."

What the hell was Ellie doing here? And with the twins? And what the hell was she talking about—not sleeping with them? Had Mace and Jason succeeded where he'd failed? He glanced back at Killian whose eyebrows rose high.

"Is it because of our reputations?" Mace sounded like he always did—on the brink of laughter. "Not all of it was earned, I swear."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

The edge of sarcasm in her voice pushed him into action. Women went soft and giggly around the twins. However, Ellie wasn't treating them any differently than she had him and Killian.

Johnny slammed through the swinging door—and ground to an abrupt halt.

Ellie sat on a kitchen chair, her hands behind her as though bound. When her head swiveled his way, her eyes snapped with anger and a furious blush colored her cheeks.

Johnny's head felt ready to explode. "What the hell is goin' on?" he shouted.

Mace and Jason glanced up from where they knelt beside her, tying another knot.

"She tried to bolt and take the truck back to town," Mace said cheerfully.

"Why the hell is she here?"

Ellie's chin shot up, her mouth thinning. "She wasn't given a goddamn choice!"

Jason shrugged. "We asked nicely. First. But she said she was busy."

"Maybe you should have believed her."

Killian swept past him and circled behind Ellie. "Nice knots."

Ellie sputtered. "Nice knots? Do you know how many charges I could bring against these two idiots?"

Johnny's anger cooled in an instant. He narrowed his gaze on the disheveled woman. "Law's not comin' anywhere near them," he growled.

Her eyebrows lowered and her lips pushed into a stubborn pout. "Untie me now."

Johnny glanced at Killian whose expression was bemused. His brother cleared his throat and knelt at her side. "You know they don't mean any harm," Killian said, his tone even and for once without a hint of sly humor.

"That doesn't excuse the fact they kidnapped me," Ellie said with a firm nod of her head .

Johnny strode forward and gripped the arms of the chair and turned it hard, jerking it to face him directly. Then he bent so close he was nearly nose to nose with her. "What has you maddest? The fact they kidnapped you? Or the fact that it wasn't Killian and me?"

Mace's eyebrows shot up. "It was you she was gettin' busy with?" He started chuckling.

Jason's laughter was full-bodied, and he hugged his belly and dropped onto his ass on the floor.

Johnny shook his head, waiting for them to quiet while his fingers tightened on the chair's arms.

Mace held up a finger. "We'll stop…promise. Gotta hear the rest of this."

He felt a tic pulse beside his eye. Anger and frustration, even a little fear for the twins, bubbled up inside him.

Her frown eased and her hazel eyes widened, staring at the tic. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Silence enclosed them at last as the twins' laughter faded. He knew they all stared at him, waiting to see how he'd solve this problem. His focus narrowed as he loomed over her. This was between the two of them. Regardless of how it had happened, this moment had been inevitable. For once, the right words spilled out. "Maybe they didn't go about it right, but it doesn't mean this has to end bad."

Her gaze locked with his.

His trailed down her body.

Her chest moved with her shortened breaths. Her nipples beaded against the thin tee stretched taut by the position of her arms.

"I don't approve how they got you here, but you're stuck here now. Until we figure out a way to make this right."

She snorted, but her expression softened as though she wasn't quite as self-assured as she'd been moments ago. "You wanna make this right?" she said softly. "You take me home now."

Killian eased closer and pushed a mussed strand of her hair behind her ear. "Tell the truth, Ellie," he whispered. "You kinda like this, don't you?"

Her head pulled back. "You're all insane."

Killian tapped her nose. "The truth now. This is the most fun you've had, isn't it? Or it could be."

More than a little shocked at the implications, Johnny fought the sudden surge of heat roaring through his body. The sight of her, trembling with rage, tied and vulnerable, shot lust straight through him. What the hell did that say about the kind of man he was?

He cleared his throat to get their attention. "Ellie, we're already in too deep now. Look at me."

Her head hung for a minute then slowly lifted. Moisture filled her eyes, but her chin firmed again as she met his glance.

"They went about this all wrong. But they don't mean any harm. None of us do."

"What do you want from me, Johnny?" she asked, her voice husky.

His throat worked as he drew moisture into a mouth gone dry. Christ, he was really gonna say this. "I want anything you're willin' to give."

She gave a soft gasp.

The impulse was there, and since he was already damned, he didn't resist. He bent toward her, satisfaction blazing through him when she raised her mouth to meet his.

The winner, by random number generator, of the autographed copy of Cowboy Fever is…Lindsey E! Lindsey, be sure to email me to arrange delivery of your prize!