Delilah Devlin's Blog, page 531

Guest Blogger: Desiree Holt

Desiree Holt is one of my favorite people. I met her when I lived in South Texas. Her appearance is deceptive. She looks sweet, like everyone's favorite milk-and-cookies mama—until you get closer and note the maniacal gleam in her eyes.

I met her before she ever published and I had not idea she'd be such a powerhouse! I'm prolific, but she's a human dynamo—and she just published her 100th book! Give her a warm welcome! ~DD

What do The Kingston Trio, Tex and I have in common?

The Kingston Trio recorded a centuries-old Irish air called The Gypsy Rover, about a whistling gypsy whose music is so seductive that the daughter of the castle's lord runs from her home, her lover and her upcoming wedding to follow the gypsy rover. Her father "saddles his fastest steed and searches the valleys all over" in order to find her.

Texas is where I live-and breathe—so whenever possible I set my stories here. It seems the perfect backdrop for a story of a runaway bride, a wealthy and powerful rancher and a cowboy minstrel who isn't quite what he seems. I love the song so much that I just had to write the story—and of course listen to the song while I was writing.

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Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can't get enough each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they're back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?

Gypsy rover come over the hill, down through the valley so shady

He whistled and he sang til the greenwoods rang and he won the heart of a lady

Erin Braddock slipped into the dark bar through the back door, squinty against the darkness and found her way to a tiny booth in the corner. The area was so small a second person would be hard pressed to find room in the space but that suited her just fine. She hadn't come here looking for company. Unless it was the cowboy up on the postage stamp sized stage, alone in the spotlight with his guitar and his smoky voice. Ebony black hair curled down to the nape of his neck and a work shirt and worn jeans clung to his lean body like a second skin. The muscles in his arm flexed as he picked at the strings of the guitar, coaxing a tune from it.

The lights were dim in the smoky club, a sea of black with only himself in the searing white glow of the spotlight. The air was heavy with expectation as he strummed the melody of a love song that whipped its sound over the crowd only to slow like the stroke of a lover's caress.

You are so out of your mind for doing this.

So what else was new?

She'd just had to get out of the house. Away from the ranch. Away from …everyone. Her father, Rance, who was suffocating her with his protective kindness. T.J. Elliott, the fiancé she couldn't seem to break away from. The houseful of people all gathered to celebrate a wedding tomorrow.

Hers.

A wedding she didn't want.

The memories of the nightmare with Cal hadn't yet faded and her father was suffocating her with his protective kindness. The far too wealthy Rance Braddock was, if nothing else, like a tidal wave that swallowed people up. And then there was T.J. Elliott, her father's choice for a 'safe' and well-connected husband. A way to guarantee her future. No danger there.

Not like Cal, the worst mistake she'd ever made. And she'd wanted safe. Needed it. Her father and T.J. treated her like some child too fragile to be let out on her own. Well, maybe she was. Look what she'd gotten herself into. And didn't want to get out of, until she'd had no other choice. Now, at thirty, she suddenly didn't seem to be able to put one foot in front of the other any more.

Until now.

The bad part about being rescued from a situation like the one she'd been in was people were afraid to take their eyes off of you. She didn't even seem to have the strength to tell them they could look away. She went along to get among, letting herself be swept up in a courtship she didn't want and a wedding suddenly bearing down on her like a tornado.

She'd come to the bar a few nights ago with her girl friends who had practically dragged her out of the house.

"Have fun," her father said.

"You'll be fine with the girls," T.J. told her. He'd kissed her on the cheek and teased, "Last night out before becoming Mrs. Elliott."

She was safe with her friends. Girl's night out was okay. Both her father and T.J. had relaxed.

But her friend Lili had whispered in her ear, "Wait until you see Grady Sinclair. He's hot, hot, hot. And his music!" Lili rolled her eyes. "Just listening to him makes your pussy get wet and your nipples poke like diamonds."

Erin had shivered, skeptical but hopeful. She didn't think she'd ever have that reaction again. Or want it. The best thing about T.J. was he was nonthreatening. She could always fake orgasms. She'd become a very good actress living with Cal.

So she'd let them coax her out and come to Smoky's with them and damn but Lili was right. Wrapped in the almost mystical cloak of the music that drifted to her from the stage she'd felt stirrings that she thought long dead. Responses she didn't think she was capable of anymore. And then she'd come back with them. Again and again, to hear the troubadour with eyes as black as his hair and a rugged face, drawn by the clear, mesmerizing notes of his songs and the sadness in his voice.

An ode…to me!

Remember reader "MC" from Tuesday's post? She sent me this. Completely made my day.

Oh…my…god, what can we say

Boy-oh-boy, you sure made our day!!

We read your blog, and now do believe

You are who you are, but there is still no reprieve

Say what you must, but we know you're the best

Your writing is divine, you surpass the rest

Delilah dear Delilah, your fans we all wait

With bated breath and a hunger, only you can sate

Look at your plan and do what you must

But please write the books, that are filled with such lust

Long or short, we will accept what you do

Because if we don't get a book, it would make us all blue

Your devoted fans that is us, and this is our prayer

To read your next book, which you do with such flair

Is that not the cutest thing? I'll keep her on speed-dial for the next time I need help with a spell!

In the meantime, it's nuts out there isn't it? Earthquakes, tornadoes, raging rivers, controlled floods… Watched a movie last night, The Final Storm, a sort of End of Days tale about a troubled farm family, so isolated they couldn't figure out what was happening around them until the stars began to wink out, one by one, and the next Big Bang exploded. Exciting times. I hope none of you reading this have had to leave your homes to move out of the way of the water.

Two notes:

* I'm also blogging at Wild & Wicked Cowboys. Click in the link and come see the yummy photo I posted!

* The Mermaid Journal contest continues. Any comment you make today here and on W&WC, will count in the drawing!

Guest Blogger: Jasmine Haynes

The Mermaid Journal contest continues! Post a comment today for another chance to win! ~DD

Thanks so much for having me, Delilah!

My May release Past Midnight is the first book in my sexy new DeKnight Trilogy from Berkley Heat. It's the emotional tale of a couple who had the perfect life until they lost their son, and their struggle to find each other again. Here's a brief blurb.

A devastating blow rocked Erin and Dominic DeKnight's marriage, and now only extreme sexual games can soothe their emotional pain. But their most daring erotic adventure is just ahead, and it could ultimately destroy everything they hoped to save.

When I tell people that I do research for my erotic romances, they always think I mean sex research! No! I have a very vivid imagination for that. Though I write contemporary erotic romance, my characters can't be having sex all the time. There's got to be a story, too! My editor loves what she calls my "business" books. I'm an accountant by training, and I spent 20 years working in Silicon Valley, so I love incorporating that business world into my stories (see, there is more than sex!). The Fortune Hunter trilogy was set in a mining equipment company. And the background for the DeKnight trilogy is a small company which manufactures ultrasonic testing gauges. You see, Erin and Dominic own this firm together. In order to give my readers a real feel, I interviewed my neighbor, Teresa. She and her husband own a company very similar to DeKnight Gauges, Inc. It's just amazing what ideas come when you simply listen to people talk about what they do. I have to thank Teresa for giving the story direction from the business point of view, helping me add a little corporate intrigue (stolen patents). The other two books in the trilogy will center on two of their employees, one their accountant (or course), and the other a single mother reentering the work world after a divorce.

Research doesn't stop with the business side of things. I sent Erin and Dominic on a train ride, and in order to get those details correct, I took a trip on Amtrak's Zephyr from San Francisco to Reno. My family went with me, and we had a great time. I was able to get all the details I needed, including a tour of the sleeping car given to me by a helpful porter.

This past weekend, I went to Las Vegas, again with my family, to research a trip my lovers take in the third book of the DeKnight trilogy, Anything Goes After Hours. My mother said I made her walk 9 miles so I could take photos of the Grand Canal in the Venetian, the indoor Paris cityscape, the Bellagio's conservatory, and much much more. She drew the line at going on the roller coaster in New York New York, though. We did see "Menopause, The Musical" at the Luxor. Mom adored it!

So just because I write erotic romance, don't think I skimp on the research! The truth is research actually helps shape the story, taking me in directions I wouldn't have thought of without it.

Past Midnight is available online and in local your bookstore and also in e-format, Kindle and Nook. Book 2, What Happens After Dark will be out in Nov 2011 and Book 3, Anything Goes After Hours will be coming in April 2012. Don't miss an excerpt.

I also invite readers to visit my website, www.jasminehaynes.com, and my blog, www.jasminehaynes.blogspot.com. I'm currently doing a free read on the blog, a chapter a week of Kinky Neighbors, a naughty little foursome tale.

This week's contest, last week's winner, and two fans

I got two fan letters yesterday that made me smile, but also made me reconsider my plans, because they are pretty representative of the kind of fan mail I've been getting lately about my Dark Realm series.

Hi There !!

First off I love your style of writting- ABSOLUTELY amazing! I have finshed the fourth book "Darkness Captured". I have a quick question, pls tell me there will be a book on Marduk! He is Breathtaking.

Thank You and HAPPY WRITTING !!!

JG

I wrote her back to say that since Avon won't be publishing the series any more, would she be willing to buy a sequel as an eBook? Then this came a few minutes later.

Hi Ms. Devlin,

I have read your first 3 books of the Dark Realm Series…and am currently reading the 4th, Darkness Captured (I'm on chapter 4). My friend JG just emailed you asking if there will be more books….and you replied below…..I just want to tell you I would definitely purchase your books as ebooks….heck, if you write it down on napkins or toilet paper I would buy that!!!!!! Your books are FANTASTIC….I love your style of writing….please, please continue this series!!!!!!

Sincerely,

MC

MC didn't believe that she was really talking to me, so I told her I'd post her letter here to prove it. Hi there, MC!

Argh! I'm looking at my plan for the year, and it looks like I could tackle it this fall. It won't be as long as the other four DR books, but it will be longer than my usual 25k eBook, because DR fans really loved the deeper world building and I can't do that in short format. I'll probably cuss every bit of the way because I find it hard to self-motivate to write a story that long. I've needed the fear of an editor's deadline to keep my ass in the chair. So thanks, JG and MC, for the awesome emails! Grrr…

In the meantime… I have to choose a winner for the Voodoo Doll contest (the pic's on last Tuesday's blog). Who gets that ugly little mug? Laura Bowles is this week's lucky winner! Laura, send me an email with your snail mail addy and I'll get your doll into the mail.

This week's prize is another of the pretty journals I purchased from one of my favorite curio shops. This one has a picture of a very pretty mermaid on the cover. Be sure to post a comment to enter the drawing. And you can post here or on Facebook over the coming week to increase your chances of winning!

A Question…

Today's your last chance to enter the Voodoo Doll contest (see last Tuesday's post for a picture of the prize)! Post a comment here today for another chance to win. Then if you want still one more chance, head to After Midnight Fantasies where I'm blogging today as well! ~DD

I've been working hard on the next Lone Star Lovers book, and because I can't seem to get my head out of the story (that's a good thing!), I'm keeping this short today, and simply posing another of my questions….

If, with your safety guaranteed, you could experience something considered

very dangerous, what would you want to experience most of all?

Sunday Report Card

Not a bad week!

* A new release! Click on the cover for Begging For It—if you haven't already purchased your copy. (Thanks to whomever starred it on the EC website! I still need a review or two to tell other readers what to expect!)

* 50 pages on a new Lone Star Lovers story, for which I still seek a sexy title. Any suggestions? Pie features in this one. Apple pie in particular, but so do four lusty cowboys!

* I began working on the opening scene of a new vampire novella. It's very rough, not very interesting. I have to find the spark and soon so I can zoom through the story when I wrap up the cowboy thingie this week!

And I saw THOR! Loved it! I suppose it could have been better, but I enjoyed it. It was a fantasy thrillride with plenty of humor, danger and angst. I really loved the lead actor (lovely, lovely body!) and Natalie Portman was suprisingly funny. I hope they plan sequels. Guess we'll have to see if the movie does well enough over time to warrant it. In the meantime, they've given me my Norse fix and a face for my blond Viking in Enslaved by a Viking, HAKON! I'll need that face in my mind when I write his story.

And remember, there's still time to enter the Voodoo Doll contest. Drop a comment! A picture of the prize is in Tuesday's posting!

Heard any good tunes lately?

I was in a girly mood the other night and downloaded several new songs to my iPod…

Familiar Taste of Poison by Halestorm

I Get Off by Halestorm

I Kissed a Girl by Katie Perry

S&M by Rhianna

Rolling in the Deep by Adele

Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

And because I couldn't download all the girlstuff without adding a little testo to the mix:

Diamond Eye (Boom-Lay-Boom) by Shinedown

The one getting the most rotation on iPod is Jar of Hearts, so I was curious about the video. I love it–up until the point the dancers come in. I love the incubus-like element to the story. I'm also suffering tattoo-envy.

So what are you listening to lately?

Remember, the Voodoo Doll contest continues. Post a comment for a chance to win!

Quit BEGGING FOR IT–it's here!

Okay, it's a hokey blog title, but I couldn't resist! Anyway, I don't have any pearls of wisdom for you today. I'm just pimpin' a book. Why should you buy it? It's got plenty of raunchy sex with multiple partners, a heroine searching for release, a hero ready to deliver. What more could you want? Oh yeah, it has a story too! Click on the cover and buy it!

If you do buy, be sure to star it, write a review about it, tell a friend too! Any help at all getting the word out is greatly appreciated!

She needs punishment…before she deserves pleasure.

Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. Now the only way she can find pleasure is when it's delivered with a heavy-handed dose of S&M. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest—until she finds the sex club Unfettered and a Dom named Cross McNally.

Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs—restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way—a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination.

Begging For It, an excerpt

The Voodoo Doll contest continues! Post a comment today for another chance to win!

Warning! Maybe you shouldn't read this if you're at work or kids are looking over your shoulder.

Tomorrow's the day. My naughty BDSM story will release and you will get a chance to check out TJ and Cross. TJ's a hard case. Thinks she can protect her heart. Thinks all she wants is sex. Cross, however, knows her. He takes her on a journey that breaks her down one brick at a time until she's his. This is their first time together. You'll see her rough edges. Too bad you can't see into his head—but that's something you'll have to wait for until tomorrow! Hope you enjoy.

Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.

His teeth flashed, and TJ felt an instant wave of heat that didn't have thing to do with the fact his hands were rubbing oil onto her nipples, thumbs and forefingers pausing to pluck and twist the tips. That smile softened his expression and made him handsome.

Downward he roamed, slicking over her belly then onto her thighs, her knees, calves. Lord, her toes.

Each was parted, kneaded. And then his glance sliced to her pussy. "Part your legs for me, sweetheart."

She was embarrassed by how fast she complied, but he didn't smirk. He simply glided a fingertip along her nude folds, up and down then in between, tracing the edges of her thin, inner lips.

Her pussy clenched then opened, making a moist, sucking sound that snared his attention and made her blush. "I like a nude pussy," he murmured. "Keep it like this."

He said it as though they'd see each other again. Frankly, she hoped he'd last longer than Brent.

Fingers parted her and pulled up her folds to bare her clit. Air hissed between her teeth at the first, oily swirl atop the hard, rounded knot.

"Same sweet pink as your lips."

She rolled her eyes. "We are not discussing my pussy."

His eyebrows waggled. "Even if how much I like it will mean I spend some extra time there?" Fingers thrust inside her, two—thick, hard digits that twisted and thrust.



Of their own volition, her knees rose and parted.

"Yeah," he breathed. "I like it too, but we're not there yet." He withdrew and wiped his fingers on a towel. "Get on up."

His hand extended, and she gripped it without hesitation, letting him bring her up to sit on the edge of the table with her thighs parted around his hips. His cock angled toward his belly, and she wondered what he'd do if she shimmied her butt closer until it snuggled against her sex.

His gaze dropped to where their bodies almost met. His firm mouth curved. "You need a little softening," he said, his tone even.

"Softening?" she whispered, leaning back on her hands, all but inviting him to come over her, here and now.

"You'll like it. It's right up your alley." When his head came up, the hardness of his stare told her the use of the word "alley" had been deliberate.

She straightened and pulled her legs to the side, closing them. "You sound pissed, and you've no right to be. What I do with my body is my bus—"

"You're right. But you're also impatient as hell for me to make your body my business."

"You're an ass."

"And you're a bitch."

"So we're even?"

He snorted and shook his head. "We're back to rules. One I have to insist on now."

"Which is?"

"Call me Sir when you address me."

She turned away. "And if I don't?"

"Don't think disobedience will earn you the punishment you want. If you refuse, I walk. And it's not a tease. I won't stop at the door to give you a second chance."

TJ gave him a fierce frown. "Why's it so fucking important to you?"

"It's a sign of respect. Yours for me."

"You haven't done a thing to earn it."

"I'm here," he said, planting his hands on his naked hips. "I've seen the shit you dish, the stupid risks you take. But I'm still here."

"If I'm such a loser, why bother?"

"You really have to ask? When you saw me at the bar, there was a moment, wasn't there? You sized me up, and if your 'dick with benefits' hadn't walked up, I'd bet you'd have slid onto the seat with me. You knew in an instant that I could give you what you want."

He had to say that while they were both naked. While her nipples were hard and her pussy soaked. He'd oiled her up and gotten her stoked so she'd be weak. So willing to follow where he led that she'd beg for it. Damn, she was tempted to whine.

"What's it gonna be? Do you want me to stay?"

She swallowed down her pride but kept her face averted so he wouldn't see that she was secretly pleased he was placing limits on her. Like invisible bonds. "Please, Sir," she whispered. "I want you to stay."

Fingers slid into her hair, and he pulled to tilt back her head. Then he leaned toward her, closing the distance between them but never touching her with his chest or cock.

One breath, a slight arch of her back and she'd be able to scrape her nipples over his lightly furred chest. But his gaze warned her not to.

His mouth covered hers, suctioning slightly, then drew away.

She blinked open her eyes to find he'd never closed his. He studied her expression then his eased a fraction. "TJ, go to the bench behind me and bend over it. And no more questions."

"Yes Sir," she said, her voice husky.

He lent her his hand as she edged off the table and hopped to the floor. Her legs felt like rubber, and she wobbled a bit, but she strode around him toward the bench. A spanking bench, she guessed. She'd read about them but had never actually seen one. She climbed onto the platform, knelt on a padded step and leaned over it. It was surprisingly comfortable, even if the position left her completely vulnerable with her ass and pussy exposed. And she was comfortable—until he used straps to secure her wrists.

Cross smoothed his hand on her slick skin, from her shoulders to her buttocks. Then both hands closed around one thigh, slid up and down, and lifted it to widen her stance. He repeated the actions with the other. His palm cupped her sex, warming it. A finger slid inside her. "You'll let me do whatever I want?"

"Yes Sir," she gritted out, trying not to clench around the invading digit.

"But you want it rough." Another finger slid inside and both pushed deep.

"Yes," she hissed. Without thinking, she tilted her hips to stick her ass up higher, inviting him deeper. A thicker single digit—his thumb?—pushed against her asshole.

Her head sank as she breathed deeply, trying to relax the tight, little ring. Gradually, he eased inside then fucked all three fingers in and out, slowly.

Arousal slid from inside her to coat the long fingers thrusting in her pussy.

Pursing her lips, she breathed slowly, deeply. She knew he had no intention of getting her off this way, but she was content to let him set the pace.

His fingers withdrew. He padded silently away, toward a dark oak cabinet with slide-out trays of sexual implements. She watched from the corner of her eye as he ran his fingers over the flanges of a flogger, but he passed over it in favor of a paddle—a long, wooden paddle with holes drilled in its surface. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a blindfold.

His gaze darted toward her, catching her watching. He whipped out the blindfold, making it snap, and she smiled then trained her gaze straight-ahead. A blindfold didn't worry her.

His steps approached again and halted behind her. His body leaned over hers, the heat from his skin warming her back although he never touched her. The blindfold came under her face, and she closed her eyes obediently as he tied it.

"Can you see anything?"

"No Sir," she said, smirking.

"Good."

The door to the room whooshed open, and she jerked up her head. When Cross didn't say anything to whomever had entered, she tightened. She wanted to ask who'd come in and whether it was part of his plan, but he'd ordered her not to question him.

Did he expect her to balk? Footsteps treaded lightly on the carpet, stopping in front of her. A hand cupped her chin. Not Cross'. It didn't feel quite large enough. A thumb stroked her bottom lip, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

The hand withdrew. The sound of latex snapping came from right in front of her, level with her face. She began to shake her head.

A smack landed on the back of one thigh. Delivered by a hand—this time, certainly Cross'—and hard enough to sting. She jerked, tightening her lips.

Another slap landed on the other thigh then one against her right buttock and the left. She breathed noisily through her nostrils, knowing now what Cross hoped to achieve. Bastard! she wanted to say. But then he'd know he'd surprised her. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing she'd wanted him. Him alone.

A latex-covered cock stroked her cheek, but she turned away from it.

Cool gel squirted between her buttocks. Something with a rounded point slid between her cheeks. When it circled her hole, she groaned deep in her throat. As it pushed inside, she opened her mouth around a gasp, and a thumb entered her mouth, dragging down her jaw.

The cock pushed between her teeth, but she couldn't object because the thing Cross pushed inside her ass was widening, stretching her. Her jaw opened wider for her to breathe around the cock pushing its way deeper inside her mouth.

TJ's entire body tightened. Her breasts hardened—her nipples grew painfully engorged. The plug Cross pushed relentlessly inside at last narrowed, and his palm snuggled against the base to push it the last little bit, but the toy wasn't going anywhere. The bulbous shape kept it trapped by the tightening of her sphincter.

He'd accomplished what he set out to do. Force her to accept another man's cock—a stranger's. The man in front of her stroked forward and back into her mouth, and she sucked him, obedient at last.

Guest Blogger: Cat Johnson

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I'M NOT MY CHARACTERS BUT MY CHARACTERS MAY BE PEOPLE

by Cat Johnson

There's been some noise in the romance community lately which only reinforces my opinion that non-writers truly do believe erotic romance authors are—or at least do all the things their book characters do. Of course that's ridiculous. First of all, unlike my heroine in UNRIDDEN where in New York State just an hour from Manhattan am I finding bull riders to have threesomes with when I rarely leave my PJs or my laptop long enough to go out and buy food for my family? Second, if I wrote murder mysteries would they assume I was killing people for research? Of course not, but apparently researching sex scenes is a different story in people's minds.

So no, I am not my characters, however my characters are often people. Not verbatim but at least in part based on or inspired by real people. Case in point Jared, the hero of my latest release of the same name, the fourth book in the Red, Hot & Blue series with Samhain Publishing.

Jared was written into JACK (Book 2) and JIMMY (Book 3) in the Red, Hot & Blue series as a side character, the younger brother of SpecOps Jack and Jimmy Gordon who chose his first love, horses, and stayed home to run the family breeding farm while his brothers were off saving the world in the military.

Writing the character of Jared was a pleasure. I mean, who doesn't love a man who loves horses? And the image of him working his farm, shirtless and glistening in sweat, wearing not much more than cowboy boots and jeans, is pretty nice too.

So who inspired Jared, you may ask, since I already confessed I don't get out all that much. It was the son of the farmer who delivers my hay. See! I didn't even have to leave home to find him. Gotta love when characters fall in your lap like that. Seeing that hay truck pull up with 200 plus bales stacked high and tight, and the farmer's son jumping up on top of all that hay to fling the bales (weighing at least 30 lbs each) two at a time through the hay door high up in the wall of my barn, was some nice inspiration.

If I didn't have to stack those bales once they hit the floor inside I would have just stood and ogled him. I guess I did pay too much attention to the vision since I nearly got pummeled by a few bales flying in from above when I wasn't paying attention. It was a bit like that game Frogger but I didn't write that part into my story. In the book the heroine isn't sweaty, hacking and covered in dust like I was. Oh no, my heroine gets to enjoy the scene from afar. See how we authors create a fantasy from the facts? You're welcome! LOL.

Anyway, I know what some people are thinking about me and the farmer's son all alone and sweaty on my 5 acre farm—but no I was not alone here with the farmer's son. His dad was here too, helping stack those bales and huffing and puffing pretty heavily, enough to make me wonder if I still remembered my CPR training. You see the son was here because his dad had recently had a heart attack. But when you make a living being a farmer, you're back on the horse—or the hay truck—or you don't pay the bills. So there you have it, life is not nearly as nice and clean or hot and sexy and we write it, and aren't you grateful for authors taking those liberties.

Cat Johnson

www.catjohnson.net

Check out the newly released JARED (Red, Hot & Blue, Book 4) available in eBook now.

Everything is just right…until she turns his life upside down.

It doesn't take anything fancy to make Jared Gordon a happy man. A slice of his mama's pie, a pretty girl, a well-bred horse. Life on the farm is just how he likes it. Simple. Until a big city girl blows into town like a tornado hitting a trailer park.

Quintessentially small-town Pigeon Hollow has everything LA producer Mandy Morris needs for her new reality show. A smoldering deputy sheriff, a quirky diner owner and a horse farm complete with a hunky horseman. If her own instant attraction is any indication, Jared will have the female demographic glued to their sets.

Except the red-hot cowboy is cool to the idea of cameras in his face. And the harder she negotiates, the deeper he digs in…until their head-butting strikes sparks that fans a prairie fire of unexpected passion. She doesn't usually mix business with pleasure, but as Pigeon Hollow's charm works its magic, the youngest Gordon brother has Mandy rethinking many things.

Like happiness doesn't have to end with the word "cut."

Warning: Contains one hot shirtless cowboy taking a city girl for a roll in the hay…and a few other places.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.