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August 12, 2013
August 9, 2013
Release Day!! Snowed Under
Snowed Under is now available! Yay! To celebrate, today’s Saturday Spanking is a more explicit excerpt than I usually share – hope you enjoy!
The kiss he gave her was gentle, his lips barely brushing over hers. Nell stood on her toes and kissed him back with more urgency, teasing at his lips with her tongue until he gave a growl and wrapped her in arms like bands of steel, holding her tight against him as he deepened the kiss, his mouth no longer tentative but demanding and hungry. Nell crushed her breasts against the wall of his chest, tangling her hands in his shaggy hair, just as she’d longed to do since the storm had blown him in along with the snow.
“What does she like?” Dean asked as he broke the kiss. His voice was husky, and it took Nell a moment to realise he was talking to Ivy.
“This.” Ivy gave Dean’s shoulder a shove and bent to Nell’s breast, sweeping a wet circle with her tongue a heartbeat before she closed her teeth on the nipple.
A storm, a stranger and a secret—Ivy and Nell’s cabin on the mountain is about to get crowded.
Ivy and Nell have been able to get along very well without a man, thank you very much. They take care of all the chores, the cooking, and each other—in every way.
But when a sexy stranger blows in with the storm, Nell is curious. Is sex with a man really as bad as Ivy told her it was?
Ivy was just as glad that her husband was considerate enough to disappear, leaving her and Nell to their happy lives, but the stranger brings news that may change everything. Betrayed and angry, Ivy decides that revenge is on the menu, and Dean Rook is just the man to help her out.
This book makes me laugh … is that weird? Like laughing too hard at my own joke? Hehe – hopefully it makes someone else laugh too!
PS – You can also get Holding Court from the Total E Bound website and read it today! Click here!
August 6, 2013
Happy>Pretty
In the last few weeks I’ve seen a few photos of myself and thought, “Wow, I look so pretty!”
It isn’t that anything changed. I haven’t lost weight, though I certainly have it to lose. My hair is the “styled” the same (ie – washed reasonably recently and brushed within the previous 24 hours – usually). I have the same make-up … that is to say, absolutely none.
My appearance is no different than in any other photo. But these photos capture moments of joy: I’m laughing at my naughty horses while attempting to pose with our prizes at the horse show; I’ve got my arms around my friends and co-workers, celebrating the wedding of our fearless leader; I’m snuggling a wet, towel wrapped chicken and enjoying the absurdity of the moment. It’s happiness that makes me pretty.
Happy people are always beautiful.
Happy>Pretty
August 5, 2013
At Gabrielle Holly’s Today!
Check out my interview today over at Gabrielle Holly Romance to learn a little more about me and my strange phobias and interests, as well as an excerpt from Snowed Under!
August 2, 2013
Outlaw Rose Review!
In celebration of this amazing review of Outlaw Rose from Cocktails and Books , this week for Saturday Spanks I’m sharing a naughty excerpt from Outlaw Rose!
She was good at knots.
Once she was satisfied he was secure, she gave his elbow a tug, spinning him to face her. She placed the barrel under the edge of his jaw hard enough that he tipped his head back, away from its pressure. She leaned against him, feeling the roughness of his shirt on her breasts and remembering his touch. “You interrupted my bath.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “My apologies.”
She could see the twinkle in his eye. He still wasn’t taking her seriously, but he would.
Rose would do whatever was necessary to get the gold back from the bank robbers. Enjoying it was an unexpected bonus.
Rose had a plan.
After all her planning and hard work, she was about to hit the payoff—until the bank was robbed, the gold stolen right out from under her nose. Rose wasn’t about to give up without a fight, but catching up with the outlaws was the easy part.
When Tucker finds the little bank teller tailing them, he needs to keep her from running to the posse, and her proposal sounds like way more fun than what he had in mind. But in this band of outlaws, they split everything three ways—he’s going to have to learn to share.
What Rose had thought was a straightforward plan quickly becomes more complicated. Maybe these law breakers can work together…in more ways than one.
PS – Only 1 more week to get Snowed Under at 10% off (and you can read it right away!) Alternatively, only 1 more week until Snow Under’s general release and you can buy it everywhere! 
PPS – Also, check out this great interview from my awesome publisher, Total-E-Bound!
July 26, 2013
#Satspanks – Holding Court
Today I have to iron a dress and shave my legs (neither of which is a regular occurrence), pay for and pick up my new-to-me car and then road trip over the mountains with a car full of co-workers for my boss’ wedding and a weekend of shenanigans.
I’m tired already just thinking of it.
But first, Saturday Spankings!
Today’s HOLDING COURT snippet is right after last week with Clara and Court. 
“Did you read my letter?” His voice sounded loud in the silence of the room.
“Yes.” Clara let her voice falter, as though she’d forgotten the instructions.
“Then you’ll have to be punished.”
Clara shivered again, this time nothing to do with the cold, as a thrill of anticipation went through her. She thought she saw a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled, but it was gone in an instant, his face serious and shadowed once again.
“Take it off,” he said. “I rode all this way, and I’m cold and tired and I didn’t come to see you all covered up.”
HOLDING COURT is now available for Pre-order at 15% off the list price!
July 18, 2013
#SatSpanks – Clara AND Court
I just found Holding Court on the publishers website!! That means it won’t be long before it’s available for preorder!
Apologies for my hiatus from Saturday Spankings – we had a little event here called the Calgary Stampede that kept me pretty busy there for a couple weeks, but now we’re back to our regularly scheduled insanity. And back to Clara and Court!
Court broke the kiss and brought his hand up to her face. He looked down at her, his thumb stroking slowly over her cheekbone.
“Clara.” he said, his voice husky and low, and then he kissed her again, more slowly, cupping the back of her head with one hand, while the other slid down the silky rope of hair to pull her closer. Abruptly, he stopped and pulled back. He frowned at her. “What are you wearing?”
Clara put on what she hoped was an innocent look. “The dressing gown you gave me.”
Schoolteacher Clara lives a peaceful, solitary life when she’s away from the school house. That is, other than the nights when rich, powerful landowner Courtland Raymond comes to call.
Court makes Clara do and feel things she’d never before dreamed of. He is forceful and dominant, and he always knows just what she needs. Their secret arrangement allows them to enjoy each other without the disapproval of the community they both rely on for their livelihood.
Clara loves Court, and she’d do nearly anything to be with him forever, a real relationship, but she’s not willing to risk their stolen moments. But when their secret trysts are exposed, will she be able to hold on to Court? Or lose him forever?
PS – Snowed Under is available now from Total-E-Bound! (No spanking, but much sex and fun!)
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July 15, 2013
July 6, 2013
My Stampede
I grew up at the Calgary Stampede.
For 10 days every summer (12 or 13 days, really, with set up and tear down), I was a Stampede brat. I cleaned stalls and swept and answered the same questions a thousand times a day. I knew where to find the “secret” bathroom with no line ups, the best gap the fence to peek through for the chucks, when the Queen Mary started moving in it was past time to go home to sleep, and that if we were still there at the fireworks it was going to be awfully hard to get out of bed to do chores the next morning.
I don’t spend quite as much time with my Stampede family these days. I’m there for 3 or 4 days instead, but I wouldn’t miss it. Ever.
So many people talk about the Stampede, and their stories are of beer tents and midway rides, poor decisions and hangovers. I’m not judging … if that’s their brand of fun, power to them. But that Stampede isn’t my Stampede.
My Stampede is watching the World Champion Six Horse Hitch Competition in the Saddledome, accompanied by the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra, tears in my eyes as the beautiful team of high stepping Percheron mares took their victory lap.
My Stampede is the hazy memory of a very little girl watching the retirement ceremony of the great Cindy Rocket, squealing with delight when they turned out her foal to play in the arena, already bucking with joy, like she was bred to do.
My Stampede is running through the barn in my dress and heels, racing back from a wedding in time to be onstage at the Grandstand Show, then looking out over an unbelievable sea of people, tens of thousands strong.
My Stampede is rain dripping off the brim of my hat, perched in the back of a wagon and looking up at people on balconies, cheering and waving the Stampede Parade.
My Stampede is savouring the moment, driving my favorite horse in the Big Top one last time at the Centennial Stampede.
My Stampede is waterfights in the wash racks and plastic spiders on strings dropped over barn rafters.
My Stampede is racing through the midway, horse in tow, to find my Grandad and tell him about an exciting win in the show ring.
My Stampede is about agriculture, the animals and the people who love them.
