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Ryder and Pepper McCoy are the pampered sisters of the Highland McCoys – Heath, Philip, Jaxson and Tennessee. The brothers have always been over-protective of the girls, vetting every man who is brave enough to even ask them on a date. Both sisters are spirited, giving their brothers a run for their money – but one is about to give them a heart attack. Two men are vying for the hand of Ryder McCoy, Samson Duke and his brother Gideon. But this isn’t a rivalry, the Duke brothers plan on sharing her. They are determined to lasso, corral, and mark the feisty filly with the DD brand. Resisting one of the Duke boys is difficult, keeping both of them at arm’s length may very well prove to be impossible. But who should she choose? One or both? Could she break one brother’s heart to gain the other? Ryder is torn between keeping the relationship with her family intact and following her own desires. To complicate matters, there’s more going on than meets the eye. The Dukes and the McCoys may very well have a common enemy. When Ryder becomes the pawn in a madman’s scheme, all of the men who love her will have to work together to save her. Still, entrusting their baby sister to the wild, powerful Dukes is not something the McCoy boys think they can accept. Will Ryder bend to her family’s and society’s expectations or will she surrender to what her soul and body craves? She soon finds out that true love doesn’t always follow the rules. 

Tuesday Talk with Randi Alexander

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Randi Alexander knows a modern woman dreams of an alpha cowboy who takes the reins, and guarantees they're rode hard and put up satisfied.

Published with Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and self-published, Randi writes smokin' hot romance with heroes who'll have you begging to ride off into the sunset with them. When she's not dreaming of, or writing about, rugged cowboys, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical rock-band.

Forever an adventurous spirit with a naughty imagination, Randi is also family oriented and married to the best guy in the world, her own cowboy, Kick. Give in to the allure of erotic passion, strong but vulnerable heroines, and irresistibly seductive cowboys, as Randi's emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless with passion.
1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? The first person who comes to mind is Jimmy Buffett. I love his music, but even more, I adore the whole island lifestyle he embraces. It takes away the troubles of my real life, and lowers stress levels to the point where I can face the world news every morning. Two more people to add to this soiree? Fabio (because meeting him is on my bucket list) and Kelly Pickler (because my husband Kick loves her, and I want to do something nice for him since he will have to clean the house for this dinner party!)

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why? I started reading romance novels before I was even a teenager, and my favorites were Johanna Lindsey and Kathleen Woodiwiss. They inspired my first attempts at writing historicals. When my mother gave me books written by LaVyrle Spencer, I fell in love with contemporary romance. And when my husband introduced me to Michael Connelly, I knew I wanted to create characters like his, ones you wanted to meet in real life. All these authors have touched my life and had a positive impact on my work.

3. How would your best friend describe you? Honest, caring, wanting to make a difference in the world, and (because I’m a Libra) not good at making decisions. Oh, and addicted to popcorn!

4. How do you handle criticism? I’m always open to constructive criticism. I remind my beta reader to be brutally honest (and she is, so you can thank her for the decent quality of my books.) Non-constructive criticism I just laugh off. One of my favorites – the person who gave my free book download a one-star rating because they finished reading the book before they finished their cup of morning coffee. I’m smiling right now!

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? For new authors: 1) Know the rules. Learn grammar, punctuation, point of view, verb tenses, etc. before you write a whole book. Once you’re comfortable with the rules, you can focus on the story without having to worry about the basics. 2) A mentor - whether it’s a well-seasoned writer, a critique group, or an online RWA chapter. You don’t have to do it alone, and your writing will benefit so much from the input of those who have done it all in this business. 3) Many professionals to make your manuscript shine. I strongly suggest to my mentees that they publish their first book through a reputable small press so they learn how the process works. Everything from editing to cover art to marketing, a small press is dedicated to helping you succeed. Where you go after that is your choice, but you’ll be equipped with the tools you need to publish professional-quality stories.

For published authors: 1) Integrity 2) Personality 3) Thick skin. REALLY thick skin.

6. What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? One of my strengths is that I’m compassionate. I really do care about people, and I never intentionally try to wound anyone. My greatest weakness is the inability to forgive those who intentionally hurt others. I un-friend them and know that Karma will make their lives ten times as miserable as the lives of those they’ve harmed.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? I like quiet, I need a snack and some lemony water nearby, and I have to pull my hair up in a bun and wear a muu muu. Lovely picture, isn’t it?

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why? It was an historical Johanna Lindsey novel, I don’t remember the name, but I still remember some of the scenes, how the characters remain in my thoughts, and how I had shed tears when I first read it. I knew I wanted to write novels that transported readers completely from the worries and stress of everyday life, creating a vacation for the mind. Stress can do so much damage to the body and the soul. I need to read books that help ease my troubles, if only for an hour, and I hear from many of my readers who need this, too.

9. Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? I bike, play the drums, bake, and compulsively seek out fun and educational experiences for the family – who sometimes appreciate this, and sometimes do not! 

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters. My latest release is Saddle and a Siren, Book 3 of the Heroes in the Saddle Series, and one of Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World books. I wrote the heroine, Kally, as a competent, intelligent, hands-on rancher who has gotten herself in an untenable predicament and needs the assistance of our hero, Clint, to see her through. I relate to her because she is strong and resourceful, she chooses to obey her heart instead of shying away from love, and she’s got a colorful vocabulary of cuss words which she isn’t afraid to use when necessary.

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Blurb of Saddle and a Siren:
 Responding to a late night 911 call, Paramedic Clint Black finds a T-boned pickup truck and livestock trailer tipping precariously at the edge of the highway. The injured driver is more concerned with her cattle than with her own welfare. She surprises Clint with her desperate need of his help for more than just her medical problems.

Kally Zappa hasn’t exactly been telling her family the truth. By taking on complete responsibility for her Chiangus breeding stock, she has left herself in a risky position. When her paramedic hero Clint turns out to be the answer to all her problems, and her heart races at his every touch, she can’t help wonder whether fate has tossed them together.

Finding in each other the missing part of their existence, Kally and Clint explore the captivating physical connection that keeps them running for the privacy of his bedroom. But when Clint believes she has ulterior motives for being with him, can Kally find the right words to convince Clint he is her forever hero?

Excerpt of Saddle and a Siren:

Kally watched Clint leading Paz around the ring as if the man was born to it. He used the show stick to set the heifer’s legs when they stopped, and rubbed the hook on her underbelly to help her remain calm. He spoke quietly to her, and held her head high. He even combed the fur on her side the way he would after a judge worked his fingers in by the animal’s ribs to test for fat coverage.

“You’re a natural.” She walked over and took the show stick from him. “I’m really impressed.”

“I’m kinda impressed with myself, actually.” He seemed surprised, as if this was not a skill set he could have ever learned. He removed the halters from the cattle and smoothed their fur, petting them like he would have a dog or a cat.

“Why?” They headed out of the corral and she took a rag from her tack box.

Rex had left when they’d started working the livestock, and the guards took turns walking the area around the barn. It felt like Clint and she were never alone, and they had kept their interactions professional, when all she wanted to do was to head back up to the house and finish what they’d started earlier.

He took the rag from her and wiped everything down. “I’ve never been much good around the ranch.”

The words set heavily on her heart. Had his parents – or his father – told him that?

He laughed. “No, it’s not like that.” Clint set everything back in the box and closed the lid. “I was never interested, so I just did my own thing while my dad and the ranch hands did all the work.” He gestured to the back room and the big sink.

They washed up together, sharing soap and talking about their childhoods, which were diametrically opposite.

When they were clean and dry, she stepped right in front of him. “Clint, I’m so grateful you want to do this for me.” She shook her head and set her hands on his chest. “What I mean is…” She swallowed and puffed up her courage. “If I wanted you before we came outside, which I did, now I feel like I wouldn’t be able to breathe if I don’t have you.” Had that sounded stupid?

Clint’s face went tight. “You say that to me here, and all I can think of is getting you alone.” He looked around then grabbed her good hand and hauled her with him through a maze of hallways toward the back of the barn, and stopped at a big wooden door. He punched in a code on a keypad and the door opened.

Inside, a large desk stood in front of a big window looking over a gully. Two heavy leather chairs sat on one side of it, and a leather swivel chair took up the space on the other side. “What is this?”

“The office.” He backed her toward the wall, which was paneled in dark oak.

“Your office?” Her bottom hit the wall, then he leaned in to her, his hands on each side of her head.

“It’s mine now.” His head tilted and his lips covered hers. “And I want to share it with you.”

Oh yes, they were going to do it right here? She writhed against the hard length of his body pressing against her soft curves. He demanded entry with his tongue, and played with hers, tasting and nibbling, their breaths mingling as he found her breast with his hand, softly squeezing, playing with her nipple.

This was what she wanted. She’d been waiting for her hero for so long, she’d almost forgotten. There had been too many boys. This was the answer to her dreams. She reached for his belt buckle, figured it out while kissing him back, while heating at the touch of his hand on her breast. Unbuckling, unzipping, then she cupped the longest, hardest cock she could ever imagine any man possessing.

“Jeez, Kally.” His breath panted from his mouth. “Is this okay? I think I lost my gentlemanly finesse somewhere back there.”

“Yes, this is okay, Clint.” When had anything felt this okay? “I’m probably more comfortable in a barn than I am in a fancy-ass house like yours anyway.”

He paused, leaned back to look at her, and laughed like he’d heard the best joke in the world. “You’ve got the best lines, Kally.” He brushed his lips against hers as his fingers traced her belly to her own belt buckle, unfastening and unzipping. “You’re so real, it’s like I can finally…breathe.” In a second, he slid his hand into her jeans and touched her through her panties. “I never thought this kind of real existed.”

With his fingers rubbing her pussy, her whole core tightened, heating, expectancy built her need to nearly the point of spontaneous orgasm. “I think we should talk less...”

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Monday Minute

WOW! I’ve been spinning around in circles. I cleaned house this morning – remember, last week I was worrying about it. I also packed up my swag to send to Wyoming AND I finished the GUIDE TO THE HELL YEAH! World. Let me tell you a little bit about this insider’s collector book. It has everything you need to know about the original hell yeah – all 22 books! Covers, blurbs, list of characters, a playlist, insider notes from the author, even blogs that were written while I was penning the book. There is also a generous excerpt for each book plus a heads up about what characters are getting a book for themselves. There’s also a section about the new HELL YEAH! Kindle World books and – I’m excited about this – a novella that is new and available NOWHERE ELSE. The name of this short book is A McCoy’s Favorite Sport and follows Aron and Libby & Heath and Cato on a trip together – a trip that is a comedy of errors but also includes some hot McCoy sex – of course! 
Let me show you the cover.

Now, let me show you something else – this book will soon go up on preorder – 

Here’s a taste –

“You’re right.” He gave her a sensual look. “I feel very blessed right now.” They rode deeper into Falconhead land where the trees were thicker – ancient live oaks and massive pecans whose branches hung low enough to be used as benches or places where small children could climb up and lay down for a nap, warmed by the dappled sunshine. “Look.”

Ryder let her gaze follow his pointing hand and what she saw made her gasp with wonder. Ahead lay a small clearing lit by thousands of tiny white lights that had been strung in the trees. A table and chairs sat in the middle adorned with flowers, a white table cloth and candles. “How beautiful,” Ryder breathed. The closer they came, the more she could see, the table was set with china and dishes covered with silver domes awaited them. All of it looked like a fantasy scene that had jumped right off the pages of a magazine…especially the dark, handsome man who stood there waiting for them.

“Gideon.”

“Yes, Gideon is waiting for us.”

Everything Ryder thought she knew and understood about what was going on between her and Samson flew out the window. Wasn’t this a date? What was his brother doing here?

“I…don’t understand,” Ryder muttered as Gideon stepped forward to meet them, coming to Ryder with a smile on his face. His dark hair tousled in an I don’t give a shit fashion that he wore so well.

“Hello, Ryder. It’s so good to see you. I’m glad you could join us.”

Ryder looked at Gideon, then back at Samson. “Hello.” Her mind and heart were in turmoil. She shivered with excitement, but that excitement was accompanied by a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Truth slipped from her lips before she could call it back. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Instead of seeming disturbed, Gideon gave her a heated look, reaching up to lift her from the mare’s back. “You didn’t tell her I’d be joining you, Samson?”

Ryder allowed his hands on her body. Truth be told, she enjoyed his touch. Confused, she looked from one brother to the other. “What’s going on?” She couldn’t fathom their motives. Was this some kind of joke? Were they having fun at her expense? Despite the holdings and wealth her family had accumulated, she wasn’t sophisticated – she was just Ryder. “Are you two making fun of me?”

Samson dismounted and came to stand near to Ryder. She was surrounded by two men who overwhelmed her senses. Each in their own way – one light, one dark – each possessed enough raw male beauty to take her breath away.

His smile had faded and his expression was completely sincere. “We would never make fun of you. You, Ryder McCoy, have captured our complete attention in no way any other woman has in a long, long time.”

 “He’s right,” Gideon whispered. “You’ve taken over our dreams, overwhelmed our senses. I’ve been able to think of nothing else.”

“I don’t understand.” Ryder shivered as she felt Samson run his hand beneath her hair, caressing her neck. He wasn’t the only one touching her, however. His brother ran a finger down her arm from elbow to wrist, causing frisson of excitement to rise along the path. “I thought Samson and I were here on a date. And now…” She closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. “Am I supposed to choose?”

Samson chuckled. “No, sweetheart. This isn’t some kind of weird competition between us.”

“No, Ryder, no competition.” Gideon took the same finger he used to caress her arm and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. “We share.”

Ryder heard his voice, but she couldn’t process the meaning of his words. “Share?”

“Surrender to us, Ryder,” Samson whispered, his lips branding the sensitive skin of her neck. “We’ll give you more pleasure than you ever knew possible.”

“Just a chance, Ryder,” Gideon murmured as he kissed her palm. “You’ll be the center of our attention, the focus of our passion. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you.”

In a haze of confused excitement, Ryder trembled at their touch. “Both of you want me?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” Gideon pressed her small hand between both of his, engulfing it in secure warmth.

Fantasies warred with expectations. Ryder’s heart raced as a wild, raging desire rose within her, trying to override all she believed, all she’d ever held to be true. “I can’t.”

“Oh, yes, you can.” Samson moved in front of her, taking her face in his hands, capturing her mouth with his. Giving her one long kiss after another, only pausing so they could take a breath.

“Don’t kiss me, please.” Her voice didn’t sound convincing as she blindly sought Samson’s mouth again with her own.

“We have to,” Gideon teased in her ear, “look at all the mistletoe.”

“What mistletoe? It isn’t Christmas,” she whimpered, her body on fire, her nipples as hard as river washed pebbles.

“Look up, beautiful, it’s all around us.” Samson pressed his lips to the upper swell of her breast.

In an erotic daze, Ryder lifted her head and saw the hundreds of green clumps hanging from the branches of the oaks like lush decoration. Her action exposed the creamy expanse of her neck and Gideon took advantage, blanketing her from behind. As she gave herself over to Samson Duke’s hunger, his brother’s lips blazed a hot trail across the tender flesh of her shoulder. “You won’t be sorry. We’ll worship your body, fulfil your every fantasy.”

As surely as she could feel their excitement, their hard aroused bodies pressing against her front and back, Ryder could feel her resolve slipping. She wasn’t afraid of these two men, they’d never hurt her, they’d proven that. She was afraid of herself, afraid of what she wanted – of what she couldn’t have.

“No!” Pulling away, she broke apart from them. They didn’t try to stop her, they only stood watching as she backed away, an unspeakable sadness on their faces. “I have to go. I shouldn’t be here. This is wrong. I’m not the type of woman you need.”

“You’re all we need,” Samson beseeched her, holding out his hand. “Let us show you how good it can be.”

“Give us a chance, Ryder.” Gideon stared at her with a hooded intense gaze.

“I wish I…” With a choked sob, Ryder turned and ran from the grove of oak trees, catching the horse’s bridle. Through a haze of tears, she mounted and rode back to the Highlands as if the devil himself were on her heels.

She saw nothing she passed – not Jaxson leading a breed bull by a bridle, not Tennessee driving a huge tractor from the hayfield – Ryder was intent only on reaching the house and the sanctuary of her room.

Entering the barn, she gave an apologetic glance at one of the ranch hands. “Would you make sure this horse is tended and returned to Falconhead, Hanse. I don’t feel well.”

“Of course, Miss Ryder.”

Without looking back, Ryder ran across the yard, barely glancing at the rose garden she and her sister lovingly tended in their mother’s memory. She only hoped Pepper wasn’t home. At the moment what she needed most was to be alone with her thoughts.

Flinging open the door to her suite, she flung herself on the bed and let the tide of despair wash over her. 

Ryder felt like her heart was being torn in two. How could they do this to her? She didn’t know what to think. “I can’t choose. Don’t make me choose.”

The tormented whisper echoed in the empty room, and even as she said the words, she didn’t really know what they meant.

Was she talking about choosing between Samson and Gideon?

Her feelings for both men were so far beyond anything she’d ever felt or imagined feeling for a man that denying them was impossible.

Or was she talking about choosing between what she wanted more than air…and her family?

There was no question…a decision like she was tempted beyond measure to make would crumble the very foundation of the McCoy clan. Her brothers would never understand and the impact on her father could be deadly.

“I don’t know what to do.” Ryder sobbed into her pillow, realizing her happiness might come with a price tag higher than she was willing to pay.

And remember – this one is up on preorder now!

This is going to be an emotional, sensual read, this excerpt isn’t sexy – but it touches my heart.

EXCERPT

Oak Hill Plantation - 1816

“I don’t understand.” Jolie held her bare arm next to Charlotte’s. They lay on the floor of the attic basking in a bright beam of sunlight. “My skin isn’t any darker than yours.”

They compared their little arms. They did look the same, small, still baby round. The only difference they could see was that Charlotte had a smattering of reddish freckles where Jolie had only one or two darker freckles. “Mama called them beauty spots, Grandmere called them moles.” She wrinkled her nose and let her finger trace over her skin. “I’m not sure why, moles are those blind little creatures that live in the dirt.

“Yea, I don’t understand either. You look okay to me. I’m not sure why mother says you’re different but you are, I guess.” She raised up on her elbows. “Do you feel different?”

Jolie rolled to her back. “No, I feel like me. Abraham was darker, his skin looked like the fine obsidian stone that Grandmere used to wear for protection. She said it came from a volcano that stood right behind her home on Martinique. But when we would catch our skin on bramble bushes, the color of our blood was exactly the same.” She rolled over to gaze at Charlotte. “What does that mean? How can we be different if we’re all the same on the inside?”

Charlotte sighed. “I don’t know, Jolie. I don’t understand a lot of things. Like ciphering. I hate numbers. And I don’t want to learn how to speak French.” A sudden smile lit up her face. “Was your grandmother a witch?”

“No!” Jolie made a face. “She had a broom, but she didn’t ride it. She just swept with it and would wallop me on the behind with it when I acted ugly.”

Charlotte giggled. “I wish you could come to Sophia’s birthday party with me.” She captured her cousin’s hand in her own.

“Me too.” Jolie stared at the ceiling. “Grandmother Dora says I’m a shame and a disgrace. I’ve tried to be better. I stand up straight and I don’t talk back. I haven’t played in the dirt all week.”

Charlotte sat up, placing her hands on her knees. “When we grow up, Jolie. We’ll go to parties all the time. We’ll have them right here at Oak Hill.” She spread her arms wide. “Grand parties and we’ll wear beautiful clothes and fine gentleman will come to call on us.”

Jolie giggled. “Do you think we’ll ever get married?”

“Oh, yes.” Charlotte put her hand under her chin and batted her eyes.

“My mama and papa weren’t married. He loved her, though.” Jolie was certain of this. Although, the thought did bother her.

“Charlotte! Charlotte! Come downstairs this instant. It’s time for you to get dressed!”

Charlotte and Jolie stood, dusting off their dresses. They could hear Lisette ascending the narrow staircase. “Jolie, are you up here?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I want you to get downstairs and stay in the kitchen. Help Cook get ready for dinner and don’t come into the parlor under any circumstance. Do you hear me?” By the time she finished her speech, Lisette was standing on the top step looking Jolie hard in the eye. “Charlotte, did you finish your lessons?”

“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Cryer said I did a fine job. Why doesn’t Jolie have to take lessons?”

“Jolie doesn’t get to take lessons. Why would we waste the money?”

Jolie bowed her head. She didn’t like to be the topic of conversation. “I don’t mind. I’ve already completed the level that Charlotte is working on.”

This bit of information didn’t seem to make Lisette happy. “You have no need for an education!”

Jolie didn’t argue, she didn’t know if she did or not. All she knew was that she missed her family. Her real family. The relatives she lived with now didn’t make her feel welcome. As she made her way slowly down the stairs, keeping out of Aunt Lisette’s way, Jolie wondered if she’d ever feel like she belonged anywhere again.

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As you can see, I have a lot to do! Have a good week.

Sable. 

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Tuesday Talk with Ciana Stone

Happily-ever-after is something Ciana believes in with her whole heart. Love may be a bumpy road and there's bound to be some perils along the way but in the end love should win. She tries to take that attitude into her writing and thinks that love, hope and laughter are some of the best medicine there is. Along with books. 







1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
Robert Downy Jr. , Kevin Costner and Jimmy Fallon

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
My honeyman.  His steadfast love and belief in me along with his view of life, has always made me feel the world is place of possibility and potential..
And as odd as it may sound, my mother-in-law.  She sees life and people through special lens, always seeing the beauty.  She taught me to look for the best in people and to count blessings rather than bemoaning whatever hardships befall me.
  
3.How would your best friend describe you?
Hmmm, that’s a good question and honestly I had to text her for the answer.  “Someone who’s always there to listen, whose love is genuine, who makes me laugh even when I’m crying and someone who knows no boundaries and wears me out with just hearing about her daily routine.”

4.How do you handle criticism?
If it’s honest, it doesn’t bother me.  I’ve been an artist all my life and there’s not an artist alive who doesn’t suffer criticism.  Regardless of whether your critic can do it, there will always be one telling you how you did it wrong.
If it’s criticism that is just offered in the spirit of meanness then it (a) disappoints me and (b) pisses me off that I’m wasting my time on someone who’s only goal is to tear me down.  We all know those people are out there.  They will have nothing to say about your actual story, but will say you’re trash, can’t write your way out of a paper bag and no one should waste their money on your books.  And their reviews will clearly show that (a) they haven’t bought your book, (b) were not given your book so (c) didn’t read your book, but (d) feel the need to tear you down.
Which takes me back to being pissed off that I wasted any time at all on a person like that.

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
1.  Be able to tell a good story.  
2.  Be able to market/ promote your books
3.  Genuinely love what you do and the people who read your books.

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
Strengths:
Determination.  I have my dad in me and his motto in life “I may give out but I won’t give up.
Imagination. Loyalty. Devotion. The capacity for love.

Weaknesses:
I want to do everything and there’s never enough time.
I tend to spoil the people I love which is bad for my bank account.
Gadgets – electronic gadgets. Gah!  

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
Just someplace I am comfortable.  Sometimes my office, sometimes the patio, or maybe my chill room or the family room or the bar in the kitchen.  Doesn’t really matter when I am in the zone.

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
First romance…. I don’t know if this qualifies, but Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susanne.  I remember finding it in my mama’s beauty salon when I was in the fifth grade.  I guess a customer had left it behind as they often did when they finished reading a book.
I always walked to my mom’s shop after school and I remember the cover of that book – all those pills.  It really made me curious.  What did a bunch of pills have to do with dolls?
Well, I obviously found out as I dove into Neely, Jennifer and Anne’s stories.  Wow, this wasn’t anything like life as I knew it in my small town.  These people were miserable, and no matter if they succeeded in what they were doing, they couldn’t find a way to be happy.
That book bothered me for a long time and probably was instrumental in helping me decide what I wanted most in life.  To be happy.

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time?
Well, let’s see … being with my honeyman, spending time with family, doing artwork, reading, riding one of my bikes (I have a new bike love called a Halfbike), working out, swimming, working in the yard, talking with friends and lying in the pool watching the wind blow the Spanish moss and the clouds float by.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.

The last book I wrote is Playing for Keeps, which releases in August 31st. I relate to the character Cade Beckett.  He’s enjoyed enormous success in his career and had a host of beautiful lovers and then one day realizes that what he wants more than riches, fame or success is to have a home and be happy.  Now, I’m not a millionaire, or a household name, but I am a person who recognizes the real wealth of life and that’s to love and be loved, to have a home and family.  
And to be blessed by being able to write.  

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Monday Minute

Yesterday, I looked around at my house and realized I had neglected my housekeeping duties. I’m living in a wee Sable pigsty. Dishes in the sink, unfolded clothes, makeup all over the bathroom, clothes not hung up. As I surveyed the havoc around me, I heard my mama’s voice coming back to me over the years and down through time. “You need to clean this mess up, girl.”
As always, my rebellious nature prevailed. “Why?” I asked myself. “No one’s going to see it but me and the dogs don’t give a rat’s ass.”
And then I heard her speak again – plain as day. “Because I said so.”
And I smiled. That phrase that she used so often for so many reasons was going to be the hook in my next book.
I’m working on several books at a time, and yes, I’m nutty as a fruitcake. I think its hormones, I don’t have hot flashes, I have plot surges. Scenes, hooks, dialogue – it all comes pummeling into my brain like a herd of buffalo. The other day I was working on a book called BIG D, it was going to be a TEXAS HERO book about the fireman, Dallas, and I was going to play on his size, coupled with his name and the reference to the Texas city, Dallas, and how we’ve always called it Big D. And yes, I was certainly going to make references to the length and girth of his manly business! 
Well, the story took on a life of its own. Instead of being a lighthearted romp, like what would more appropriately accompany a title like BIG D, my brain went in another direction and the words pouring forth from my stubby little fingers were heart-wrenching. (I do have the shortest fingers and the tiniest hands, my mother used to stare at them in sorrow because it was always her dream that I play the piano. But who could play with a pinkie finger less than two inches long. Well – I CAN! Ha! I showed them! I can stretch my reach to two notes above an octave. I digress) So, I decided to save Dallas and the title of BIG D for another book. 
Now the hero’s name is Brodie Walton. He’s a First Responder, an EMT with Logan Gray’s Stonewall VFD unit. He has experienced the greatest loss a man can face, and he’s trying to rebuild his life by memorializing the one he loved through establishing an ambulance service so no one will have to suffer the needless grief he has endured. 
Brodie never intends to love again.
And then…he gets a new partner – Shane Wilder. Shane is running from her own demons, and also has no desire to make herself vulnerable to another man. But here they are – together and Shane doesn’t understand why Brodie acts the way he does toward her. He doesn’t let her get close, he pushes her away. They might be partners, he says, but that doesn’t mean they have to be friends. The truth is that Brodie resents Shane because Shane is alive when Brodie’s, Mary, is gone. He also resents Shane because he’s attracted to her and he feels guilty for his weakness. 
So begins a tug of war between two hard-headed people. 
Shane holds no illusion that she could ever make Brodie love her, but she is determined to do everything she can to bring him back to the land of the living. And Brodie…he fights his attraction to a woman who is fast becoming more important to him than he could ever imagine. 
His catch-phrase, BECAUSE I SAID SO, fast becomes a bone of contention between them. He wants his way and she wants an explanation. But over time…the phrase comes to mean more, she even uses it a few times in…certain situations. What was a battle cry, becomes a love song. Honestly, this book has brought me to tears several times and I’m not one to cry. 
So, there you are – a fast glimpse into the chaotic, crazy world of Sable Hunter as she plots and writes. I hope you’ll like this book, I’m working through some issues about love and loss as I bring it to life. And you, you have a good week.  Why?
BECAUSE I SAID SO! Ha!
Love ya
Sable 

Tuesday Talk with Maddie James

Maddie James writes romance - but don't try to pin her down to one genre! From edgy suspense to flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles, she just wants to silence the people in her head.

She is the bestselling author of forty-two romance titles published worldwide in at least seven languages. Available in ebook, trade paperback and audio, her titles span the romance genre from contemporary to paranormal romance. Winner of the Calico Trails Cameo Award, and the Romance Book Scene's Best Novella of the Year award, Maddie has enjoyed numerous Top Pick and 5-star reviews, and has been listed as a Top 100 Contemporary Romance author at Amazon. Affaire de Coeur says, "James shows a special talent for traditional romance," and RT Book Reviews claims, "James deftly combines romance and suspense, so hop on for an exhilarating ride." Thank you, Sable, for inviting me to your blog today! 

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
Olivia de Havilland. I just think she’s one of the coolest of the old-timey actors.
My grandmother. The one I never met. I have questions for her. Besides, I think she would like Olivia.
Glinda the Good Witch. I like her bubble.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
Wow. That’s a toughy. I’ve had a number of mentors. I have family members who support me no matter what. But inspire? I think my inspiration comes from somewhere inside myself. I don’t say that to be egotistical or narcissist – I say it because I think my inspiration comes from some place that I can’t quite define. Okay, better stop now before it gets weird. 

3.How would your best friend describe you?
Creative. Funny. Hard worker. 

4.How do you handle criticism?
In life? Sometimes well. Sometimes not. Generally, it depends on who the criticism is coming from, and the kind of relationship I have with that person. If I trust you, I’ll take all the criticism in the world and turn it around to a positive. If I don’t, well…  
Now, if we are talking about writing, that’s different. It all depends on how the criticism of the writing is handled. 

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
A thick skin. Because… Yeah. You know.
Patience. Even overnight successes take years to come to fruition.
Sticktuitiveness. Because you can’t give up.

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
I’m a workaholic. I’m a workaholic. 
I’m a mentor and I’ll help others out all day long. Yet, I sometimes forget to do for myself. 
Oh, and puppies. I’m weak there.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
I’ve learned to adapt. I’ve written in airports, hotel rooms, in my car, at work, and penned scenes on my cell phone. But I prefer to be in my “happy chair” in my sunroom, with my feet up and my laptop on my lap. Total quiet. No music, no TV, no people talking around me. I like the sound of silence. That way, the people in my head get their say.

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Gone With the Wind. And I’ve been trying to change the ending ever since. Drat Rhett Butler.

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
Gee. Spare time. Hm. I work full time, write at night and weekends. If I do get some downtime, I love to cook. My guy and I also like old movies and to binge watch American Pickers on the History Channel.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
Seducing Sarah is the last story written. This is my story for the Hell Yeah! Kindle World. But the last book written that is available is Trust Me. Here’s the blurb and details.

What if you were the last blue-eyed woman?(Futuristic/Paranormal/Romance)

The year is 2095. The Americas Revolution has ended. And Cyan Sebastian—the last blue-eyed, Caucasian woman known to exist in the Western hemisphere—is on the run. Her safe and sequestered life ripped apart, she is running with a man who has sworn to protect her. A man who once hunted her for the bounty she would fetch. The man whom days before, killed her father. 

Devin McCrae is that man. Having tracked Cyan and her family for years, Devin never dreams her father will one day drop her in his lap, with a proposition he cannot refuse. He never imagines that instead of hunting Cyan for the bounty on her head, he will become her protector to the end, and safeguard her from all the others. 

Most of all, he never expects he will fall for her. If ever there was a woman who is hands off—Cyan Sebastian is that woman. Turns out though, keeping her hands off him, is the bigger problem. And it’s a deadly one, at that. 
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And an excerpt:  

McCrae crossed the room. “This doesn’t change anything.”
Cyan threw her arms into the air. “It changes everything! My face is plastered all over the country. The world, probably. I can’t make a move without someone noticing me. And everyone will be looking. Watching! A goddamned bounty on my head?”
McCrae shook his. “Cyan, you and I both know there has been a bounty on your head since the day you were born. Nothing different. But you are in danger. We both are. A new, different kind of danger. Have been. More now that it’s hit the media. This is a game changer. We have to be cautious.” And I need to make contact with Chaco—if he is still alive…..
She turned away, hurling her body toward the wall. “Fuck! I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore! I want my life back. I want my dad and my fully barricaded home. I don’t want to see anyone. I want to read and paint and play music. I want to feel things. Good things! I want my life back, dammit!”
She was close to tears, he could tell. Close to spilling over. Losing it. Tired, he imagined, of the humming awareness of danger spilling over into every facet of her life.
“Or I don’t want it at all!”
“What? Life?”
“Yes. I’d just as soon die—”
He reached for her. “You don’t mean that.”
She bolted backward. Eyed him. Glared. “Don’t touch me.”
He exhaled. “Look. I’m sorry, but that life is gone, Blue.” He paused, searching her eyes. The contacts were in. Damn, he missed the turquoise. “But you want life. I assure you, things will get better.” And who am I to reassure her of this?
Those brown eyes narrowed. “Get better? What the fuck, McCrae? My life is shit. I haven’t even lived a life. It’s true what that newscaster said. I’m still a goddamned virgin. I’ve been sequestered away without any choice all of my life. I have no home. No friends. My mother has been gone for years. My father is dead, thanks to you. And now I have to rely on you to protect me? My father’s murderer? What the fuck do I have to look forward to? Tell me. Seriously. Because I don’t know.”
Devin watched her fists clench, unclench. “It won’t always be like this, Cyan.”
She laughed. “The hell it won’t. It’s been like this since the day I was born. You have no clue.”
“Actually, I do know. And believe me, things could be worse.”
Her laughter pitched higher, slightly hysterical. “Seriously, McCrae? My father died this week, and guess who killed him.”
Devin’s gaze shifted to the brown-stained rug. “He told me to kill him.”
“What?”
“He told me to kill him, Blue,” he said louder, and then lifted his gaze back to hers. “He feared he could no longer protect you. The life you, he, and your mother had lived for so long had taken its toll. He didn’t want to go on, couldn’t bear to see you suffer the same fate as your mother. He asked me, under certain circumstances, to kill him. And I did as he asked.”
He growled and batted at the light switch. The room sank into darkness. He hadn’t wanted to go there. Fuck.
****
A glimmer from the fluorescent light in the bathroom flickered through the crack in the door. Cyan decided to leave the door ajar. She needed the light on. Didn’t want to be left in the dark any longer.
Yes, dammit, she needed a night-light.
Chase away the boogieman.
Thing was, the boogieman was probably going to sleep beside her in a few minutes. She wasn’t eager to face McCrae after that last revelation.
Her father had wanted to die. Told McCrae to kill him. Knowing that gripped her heart and wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t take the pressure, yet she was expected to go on, in the hands of her father’s killer?
“He was a good man. Been through a lot.” She stood in the dark, watching the flicker.
“Who am I to judge? I’m not like that.”
“I don’t know what you are like. I barely know you.”
“Your father knew me better than most people, I suspect.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “He knew many things. It was his job.”
“He was protecting you. He did it for you.”
“Yes, that too.” Sudden exhaustion was setting in, her knees weak.
His voice came from behind her. “I’m sure your entire family has been through a lot.”
She huffed out a breath. Shook her head. “I watched them take my mother. I saw more than she knew. It wasn’t pretty.”
McCrae cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”
“It was terrible.” Cyan turned toward him. “Can’t you see why I would be better off dead? It’s only going to happen to me too, one day. Either I’ll be raped or…worse. Dying might be a piece of cake.”
He touched her shoulder. She jerked away.
“Some days I think that too, Blue. About me, I mean. I expect my death will happen on its own terms though. I have no desire to rush it.” She heard a grunt and then the groan of the double bed as he fell into it. But she stood fast. Standing, staring at the damn crack of light in the door. Her back to him. Not knowing what to do, which way to turn.
His voice came to her on a feather-soft whisper. “Blue. Lay down. Go to sleep.”
Involuntarily, her head lurched toward him at his words. “I….”
“C’mon.”
Resigned and tired, she slowly lowered herself to the edge of the bed. Not too close to him. Then after a few minutes, still staring at that small beam of light coming through the door—her safety net—she sank onto her side, her head cradled in a dank, smelly feather pillow.
It felt better than anything she had experienced in a long time.
Within seconds, she slept.

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Maddie James writes romance – but don’t try to pin her down to one genre. From edgy suspense to flirty contemporary romance to darker erotic titles, she just wants to silence the people in her head. Find out more at www.maddiejames.com.

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Maverick Cross is a Texas hero, not the flashy kind, he's a war veteran who served his country overseas and now serves it at home as an Austin firefighter. To look at him, and women love to look, he's a ripped athlete who takes care of himself and has it all together.
Only his next door neighbor knows the truth; Maverick suffers from PTSD.
Everly Winterfell is almost invisible, blending into the crowd is fine by her. She's a hero too, not the kind who wears a cape, but the kind who isn't afraid to dig for the truth and expose it for all to see. Everly's alter ego is Eve Winters, an award winning journalist who doesn't seek the limelight, she's content with writing stories that change people's lives without drawing any attention to herself.
Nothing much escapes Everly, she has a talent for seeing beneath the surface, reading people for who they really are. From her vantage point in Apartment #701, she has learned that the occupant in #702 is lonely. He has a habit of pushing people away before they can get too close, especially women. Maverick can offer a woman great sex, Everly can vouch for that fact. The walls are thin between #701 and #702 and many nights she has lain there wishing she was on the receiving end of his attention. He's intrigued by his odd little neighbor, who seems to want to be his wingman and he has no idea that her ulterior motive is to be his friend. After some negotiations, they strike a deal - she'll find him women who know the score, who won't expect more than he can give, and in return he'll see if he can advise her on how to attract a man for herself. To facilitate their odd arrangement, they install a chalkboard on the narrow wall separating their front doors, leaving messages about their shared adventures.
The more time they spend together, the less important finding dates for the other becomes. Everly and Maverick discover they share a chemistry that’s off the charts, they can’t keep their hands off one another. There’s only one problem – Maverick has no idea Everly is his secret obsession, Eve Winters. Sometimes what we need is right in front of our face. Sometimes what we’re looking for is right next door...

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EXCERPT

“Maverick, it’s me. Everly.”
 He opened his eyes expecting to see flashes of gunfire and explosions from IED’s. Instead, he looked into delicate features, eyes warm with concern. “Everly?”
“You were dreaming,” she whispered.
Fuck, he was dreaming now. “What are you doing here?”
She kept her hand on Maverick, seeking to soothe him. “I heard you through the wall.” Standing up, she stood next to the bed. “Do you want some water before I go?”
“Did I hurt you?” He grabbed her hand, pulling her back down to sit on the bed.
She twined her fingers with his. “No, of course not.”
“Don’t go.” His hand came up to weave itself in her hair. “Where’s the whale spout, Tink?”
“What are you doing?” she whispered as his other hand skimmed up under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back.
“I need you,” he pulled her head down until their lips met.
Now Everly thought she was the one who must be dreaming. Could this be real? His mouth moved on hers, a gentle graze that made it hard to breathe. She wanted to kiss him back so badly she could die.
“Open.”
His demand made every nerve ending in her body spark to life. There was no way on God’s green earth she could resist this man, she wanted him too much. Tentatively, she responded to his strength, his passion. Parting her lips, she touched the tip of her tongue to his and he groaned, pulling her to the bed beside him. Everly’s blood raced through her veins. She craved him – she craved his touch and she craved to touch him. Clutching his shoulders, she began to kiss him back with desperate intensity.
Her surrender seemed to free something within him. Maverick began to devour her lips and she trembled as his big hands roamed all over her body. Never had she been kissed this way. His mouth on hers was the single most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.     
A haze of desire clouded Maverick’s brain. Her body was soft and warm as his mouth blazed a trail across her face and down her throat. When his lips brushed the pulse point that betrayed her excitement, he knew he wanted more. Feeling the evidence of her surrender beating against his lips sent a hot rush of hunger to his cock.
“You feel so good, baby.” Returning his mouth to hers, he kissed her as his hand found her breast underneath her shirt. Cupping the small mound, he pulled and tweaked the nipple until she shivered in his arms. When he removed his hand, she whimpered her disappointment until his teasing touch edged up her thigh.
“Maverick?”
“Shhhh, this dream is so much better than the one I just left.” Waking up wasn’t an option. He wanted this, he needed this. The fire between them was so unexpected he was shaking from it. His fingers were hovering very near paradise. He could already feel her heat. “Do you want me?” Please, God, say yes.
“Oh, yes, I want you.”
Maverick tried to catch his breath. “Take this off.” He tugged on her shirt.
Everly sat up, glancing around the room, then at him. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, but he’d be able to see her well enough. “Are you sure?”
“Now.”
She was of the firm opinion that she looked better clothed than naked, but his insistence pushed her doubts away. Skimming the shirt over her head, one hand instinctively came up to cover her breasts.
“Don’t. I need this,” he muttered, grasping the offending arm blocking his view and pushing it over her head. In the dim light, his eyes focused on her breasts. Bending his head, he brushed his face against their soft swell, letting his lips rub over them. The woman was petal soft all over.
Her breasts swelled at his touch, she couldn’t believe this was happening. Her voice caught in her throat, but she managed to speak. “Maverick?”
“Hush.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, his mouth crashing into hers, kissing Everly until she had no breath left.
Everly thought she would swoon. Her whole body lifted to his as he stroked and teased her breasts. She was shaking with need when his mouth finally closed over the aching peak, sucking the tender bud between his lips, grazing it lightly with his teeth. With a moan, she clutched his shoulders even as he passed a soothing lick over the sensitive spot.
Maverick was consumed with desire. He wanted all of her. Bare breasts. Swollen lips. She was amazing and totally at his mercy. With unsteady hands, he covered her tits – cupping, kneading, relishing their weight and warmth. “Feel good?”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned, arching her back.
This was a fantasy, it had to be. His blood pounded through his head making him dizzy as he felt her gasp when he closed his lips around her, taking as much of her delectable tit into his mouth as he could. Her hands clasped his head, she begged for more and Maverick thought he would cum on the sheets if he didn’t get inside of her soon.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, rising into position over her. The lights from outside filtered through the drapes and he could see her face with her heart in her eyes.
“Don’t wait.” Maverick couldn’t misinterpret the invitation when she shed a tiny pair of panties, then wrapped her legs around his hips. “I want you so much. Just remember, I’m not too good at this.”
“Experience not required.” Running a hand between them, he made sure she was wet. Oh, hell yeah. She was ready and he was trembling, burning and aching to bury himself deep inside of her. Going to his knees, he took himself in hand, gliding the head of his cock through the slick heat of her pussy. Maverick held himself steady, muscles quivering, as he pressed into her, working himself in inch by inch. She was small and tight. His eyes crossed from the pleasure. “Okay?”
“I’m good.”
Yes, she was. Her little body seemed to grasp onto his greedily, as he pulled out, then slid all the way back in. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, holding himself stiff. Supporting his weight by his arms, he gave himself time to get a grip. Beneath him, she wasn’t still. She held onto him tightly, urging him to move. And when he did – rocking, pumping – bucking his hips, the pleasure on her face was the biggest aphrodisiac of all. This was so good. He wanted it to last as long as possible.
But his body had other ideas.
Once he got started, he couldn’t stop or slow down. Maverick was helpless in the grip of ecstasy. He thrust deep, pumping harder, faster until she cried out, bowing her back and quivering in his arms. He was powerless but to follow, completely lost in the wonder of his midnight dream.
After he’d cum, Maverick pulled her into his embrace, the act of release seeming to give him peace. Everly held him close, marveling at what had transpired. A small smile played on her lips. Tingles of elation mixed with shivers of remorse. He’d been in the throes of a nightmare when she’d come to his bed, offering him comfort. Oh, he’d taken it all right. The only problem was that Everly wasn’t sure this was something he’d have done in any other circumstance.
Easing out from under him, she made a grab for her shirt, pulling it over her head. When he didn’t move, she felt around in the bed for her panties, but found nothing. “Dang it,” she whispered, then froze when he moved again, his hand running over the covers. Was he looking for her?
No matter, he wouldn’t find her.
Coward that she was, Everly Winterfell backed out of Maverick’s room and retreated to the safety of her own apartment.
The cold light of day would tell the tale. If what they’d done together meant something to him, he’d let her know.
And if it didn’t….

Well, she’d deal with that when the time came.























About the Authors:
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.

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Monday Minute!

Well, I’m haunted. I knew I was in the past, but that was in the old house back home. In this modern structure I’m living in, I really hadn’t thought much about paranormal happenings – as much as I like them.

But last night…

Last night, I was working away, it was about midnight or a little after and I was writing on RYDER’S SURRENDER (which is about to go up for preorder) and I’d turned off the TV because I usually like to leave in on CNN or HGTV while I write, just for noise. But since it was Saturday night, there wasn’t even news to watch! I was lying there in the dark, working, when - - all of a sudden…the TV comes back on! It hadn’t been sleeping, it actually came back up with the ATT U-Verse Life is Good logo. While I was staring at it, a question came on, “Are you still watching netflix?” I answered out loud. “No!” Then, I shut the TV back off and laid there a few minutes, feeling spooked. Finally, I turned the TV back on, so I wouldn’t lay there and worrying about it coming on by itself. What a night!

Considering the events of last evening, one would think I was nuts if I tell you that I went to the movies this afternoon to see LIGHTS OUT – a scary movie! But it was good, right down my alley. I enjoyed it and even got a tidbit of inspiration for a book. The boyfriend in the movie is one that I would jerk right out of the pages, he wanted her to say he was her boyfriend, he wanted to stay over, he wanted commitment – HE EVEN LEFT HIS  SOCK IN HER DRAWER so he’d be able to think about leaving something of his there when he was gone. He was a doll! And he didn’t get killed! So, I shall work that little tidbit into my book that sorta fits that scenario, MAKE ROOM FOR INDY. Love it!

Well, let me invite you to our FB event to celebrate the Hell Yeah! Kindleworld launch, which is coming up – August 11th.

  https://www.facebook.com/events/165244600563375/

And if you haven’t seen the trailer, go feast your eyes on this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLKeGvSFmUE&feature=youtu.be

And GODSEND – is up now up for preorder!
Have a good week!
Sable

Available for PRE-ORDER!!

Godsend is the first novel in the Hell Yeah! Heritage series. If you ever wondered where those McCoy men came from…these historical novels will take you to their beginnings. Deeply sensual stories of romance and adventure, they will capture your imagination and your heart. 
History is definitely worth repeating. 

Thrust from his home, Austin McCoy travels west to build a new life for himself in the wilds of Texas. Civilization has not yet arrived to the wilderness where he settles and his nearest neighbor is more than two days’ journey through Indian territory alive with bear, cougar and wolves. While difficult, carving out an existence amidst these dangers is not what weighs heavily on his heart. With nothing and no one to share his days, Austin is lost. The answer to his prayers comes from a very unexpected source… 

Jolie Dumas has also been torn from the only home she has ever known. The beloved daughter of a plantation owner and his quadroon mistress, she is horrified to be sold into slavery after the death of her parents. Bought and paid for, she is chained and walked from New Orleans to Texas. Before she can be delivered to her master, the slave trader is killed and Jolie escapes. Alone and vulnerable, she seeks a safe place to hide, not knowing the sanctuary she finds may end up being the one place she truly belongs. 

When Austin opens his heart and home to the beautiful woman, he has no idea the future she faces. Knowing what awaits her if anyone finds out the truth, Jolie hides her identity from him. Having been betrayed before by those she trusted, she has no idea that in Austin’s eyes she could not be more perfect. 
She is his Godsend.