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July 22, 2017
Guest Blogger Maggie Carpenter’s Cowboy Bodyguard – LOGAN
LOGAN
Cowboy Bodyguard
(Alpha Male Master Series: Book Four)
A dominant cowboy with mesmerizing eyes and a six pack she could wash her clothes on is a dream come true … or is he?
Book Description
A steamy love story laced with danger and suspense.
Brandy Coleman’s face is flaming red. As the owner of a barn for retired horses she’s had her share of mishaps, but nothing can compare to this deeply embarrassing moment. She is looking up at a stranger who has the dreamiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen, and a six pack beneath his open shirt that is making her knees weak. The problem? Her hose burst and squirted water everywhere, leaving her hair a tangled mess and her clothes absolutely drenched.
Logan Scott has arrived at Rainbow’s End Ranch to apply for a job as a ranch hand. He is led into the barn by an exuberant Golden Retriever where he is met by a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl, dripping wet, is bent over wrapping a towel around her head. As she straightens up he can’t help but notice the thin pink T-shirt clinging to her luscious curves.
The sparks fly, Brandy hires him, but as the days pass a threat looms over the ranch…and Brandy herself.
A known thug wants her property and won’t take no for an answer. Logan declares he’s changing his job description from ranch hand to bodyguard, and to keep her safe, Brandy will have to do as he says. Will she…?
LOGAN: Cowboy Bodyguard, like all Maggie Carpenter books, it is a riveting page-turner with unexpected twists. Pick up your copy today, and escape to the romance and drama at Rainbow’s End Ranch.
Publisher’s Note: Logan: Cowboy Bodyguard, includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. STAND ALONE AND HEA
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EXCERPT
They Meet
With her long dark hair in a tangled mess and her clothes saturated, she was in no fit state to be greeting anyone, and the barn was an absolute shambles. In addition to the watery mess, none of the stalls had been cleaned, there were bags of feed waiting to be carried into the feed room, and the barn aisle hadn’t been swept in days. Hurrying into the tack room she opened up the storage cupboard in search of a clean towel, but pulling one out she knocked over a tub of soap powder. As it hit the floor the powder spilled out, and utterly exasperated she threw up her hands.
“To hell with it. I’ll just add it to the list of all the other crap that needs to be done around here. Damn you, Josh, you lying thieving snake!”
Deciding to wrap up her dripping hair she bent over to let her long locks fall forward, but just as she placed the towel around her head Lola returned, and trotting over began to vigorously lick her face.
“Dammit dog, get away.”
“Excuse me, are you Brandy Coleman?”
The male voice was deep and carried a slight western twang. It was a voice with which she was not familiar, and deeply embarrassed she raised her eyes completely unprepared for the gorgeous man that greeted her gaze. She didn’t even consider why he was there. All she could focus on were his dreamy hazelnut eyes and defined six-pack clearly visible beneath his unbuttoned white shirt.
“If this is a bad time I can come back. There was no-one up at the house, and the dog, well, she sort of led me over here.”
“Uh, no, it’s fine. Please excuse the state I’m in,” she stammered, hating that her face was flaming red. “I, uh, had a fight with a hose.”
“Looks like the hose won,” he said with a ridiculously wicked grin that suggested he was wishing he’d witnessed the scene.
“Yeah, I guess it did.”
As she tightened the towel around her head she glanced down at her clothes, and to her chagrin her baby pink t-shirt was unashamedly clinging to her like second skin.
“My apologies,” he continued. “I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Logan Scott.”
“Hi, and yes, I’m Brandy Coleman,” she said, wishing she’d wrapped the towel around her body rather than her head. “Do you have a horse you want to retire? Is that why you’re here?”
“Actually, Max at the hardware store said you might be in need of a helpin’ hand, and from the looks of things he was right.”
“I sure am. I had to let someone go with no notice about a week ago. That’s why I had the fight with the hose. He was supposed to get a new one, and I haven’t had a chance to do it. Damn thing exploded on me.”
“Would you prefer I come back later. Looks like you need to—”
“No, no,” she said cutting him off. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Why don’t you wander around the place and meet me at the house in about fifteen minutes? I’m so wet I can’t think straight.”
She suddenly realized what she’d said. He didn’t blink. He was either ignoring the inadvertent sexual innuendo or hadn’t picked up on it. Either way she still wanted the ground to swallow her up.
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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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July 19, 2017
More cowboy menage! TWO WILD FOR TEACHER!
Yes, the title’s a little over the top, but I love word play and teasing, so I’m not apologizing!
Do you love cowboy menage stories? Love it when brothers are involved? How about the added taboo of the brothers going after their teacher? Well, I have a story that you will find very naughty, but surprisingly sweet…
Two Wild for Teacher releases July 28th! It’s one of the stories I got back from Samhain when they closed their doors. I’ve revised it, given it a new cover, and it’s ready for prime time! Read a long excerpt!
Even though it’s #6 in the series, the only story I’d say you need to read before this one is #5, Four-Gone Conclusion!
Two Wild for Teacher
Lone Star Lovers, Book 6
Two bad boy cowboys need a little tutoring to learn how to love…
Fathers know to keep their daughters close whenever Sam Logan’s twin sons come to town. Those two hell-raisers have a bad rep in Two Mule, Texas. All of it earned. When it becomes clear his youngest sons won’t settle down without another nudge, Sam reissues his challenge. Find a wife…
There’s only been one woman who could hold their attention for more than one night, but she’s been out of reach. Their former teacher’s a little too worried about a pesky morals clause to let them close. But they’re older now and ready to prove to her that sometimes rules are meant to be broken…
Molly Pritchet thinks her path is predetermined: to always be a child’s teacher, never a mother or a wife. Until the two boys who tempted her way back when crash back into her life. Overwhelmed by yearnings she’s long suppressed, she’s swept along on a tide of forbidden desires.
Excerpt from Two Wild for Teacher
Sam Logan couldn’t sleep. He had one last chore to take care of. One he’d been putting off. No time like now to get ’er done.
He walked softly on bare feet down the long hallway, past the master bedroom he’d given up when Johnny married Ellie and moved both his new wife and his brother Killian into the large room to share it. He shook his head, a glimmer of a smile tugging at his mouth. Sounds that hadn’t been heard in this old house in over three long years echoed up and down the hallway.
Sexy sounds—happy sighs and laughter, slick slaps, an occasional yelp from Ellie. He could only imagine what his two oldest boys were doing to the girl. But they all seemed happy with the arrangement, and both men were gaga for Mean Ellie Harker. Who would have thought one simple pronouncement would produce such lightning-fast results?
It’s time you boys found yerselves a wife.
That’s all it had taken. Sam had disappeared for a long weekend to attend a cattle auction and give them time to think about what he’d said about what was missing from all their lives, only to return and find all four men looking as though they’d been wrung through a wringer and put up wet.
His sons hadn’t told him everything, but he’d heard the rumors—from Ole Win at the diner, who’d witnessed how the oldest two had swarmed Ellie like bees around a hive, and then from Wade Luckadoo, whose daughter had witnessed Ellie’s kidnapping by the twins but for some inexplicable reason hadn’t called the sheriff.
So, they hadn’t wooed Ellie in a traditional way. Didn’t much matter to Sam. A pretty woman stood in the kitchen every morning, a happy smile on her face, and all the boys had perked up, falling over themselves to please her.
These days, meals were an event. Ellie had been running the town’s only diner and knew how to cook a mean chili, sear steaks to perfection, and bake glorious pies.
The pies had become a bit of a joke in the house over the last month.
Ellie had figured out right off that Johnny loved apple pie. However, Killian wouldn’t commit, sampling the varieties she lined up on the counter every Sunday and sighing, but never telling her which one was his favorite.
Sam thought he knew why.
Killian wasn’t sure about his place in Ellie’s heart. She’d melted first for Johnny, but had accepted Killian in her bed, too, and even told him often that she loved him. Killian only half believed her, and given his upbringing, living in a house with two people who’d hated each other’s guts and whose anger had spilled over onto him, Sam understood why Killian had doubts anyone could love him.
Ellie’s unending search for the perfect pie to please Killian was her way of proving she loved him. From the way his second adopted son beamed each time Ellie introduced a new set to sample, Sam didn’t think Killian would ever tell her which pie he loved most.
Pie was taking on mystical properties, a true elixir of love in every bite. And pie was what the twins, the youngest of his brood, huddled over now.
A single light shining from the stove was all that lit the kitchen. The boys sat, bleary-eyed, blond heads in need of a good haircut and a comb, with elbows propping up their chins while they shoveled sweet pie into their mouths.
Sam crept in silently, opened a cabinet door and gave it a good slam.
Both boys jumped, startled stares swinging his way.
Mace gave Sam a tired grin. “Hey, Pa.”
Sam never tired of hearing that. The two older boys still called him Sam. The twins had been eager to accept him and Gracie as their parents when they’d first arrived for fostering. Something Gracie had loved as well. She’d always wanted to be someone’s mama. He felt a pinch in his chest at how happy she’d been—all the way to the end—surrounded by her boys. “Why aren’t you two in bed?” he snapped, his voice gruff. “You’ll be fallin’ off your horses tomorrow.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Mace grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Why’s that?” Sam asked, although he had a pretty good idea why.
Mace grunted. “Too much damn noise. People gettin’ happy. Wish’t I was that damn happy.” He lifted his fork and turned to take another bite.
Sam came closer and peered over Mace’s shoulder. “That the cherry pie?”
“Mmm-hmm,” the younger twin groaned. “S’good.”
Sam arched a brow. “Think we should tell Ellie that Killian’s not a pie man?”
Both boys’ heads jerked up, eyes rounding.
“Hell, no!” Jason said around a mouthful of peach pie. “She might stop bakin’.”
“We’d still get lots of apple,” Sam said with a dry chuckle. “Girl wears herself out tryin’ to please y’all.”
“That ain’t what has her all wore out,” Jason muttered, then grimaced from the audible whack his brother gave his leg.
“You know,” Sam said, “there’s a simple solution to your problem…”
“Earplugs?” Mace quipped.
Sam shook his head. “Seems all y’all need is a little somethin’ to keep your minds off what you’ve got no business hearin’.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re gonna say. We need to find ourselves a wife.”
“A wife?” Mace murmured, his mouth stretching into a wide grin.
Both boys shared a glance then dipped their heads to continue milling into their pie. In that one glance, they seemed to share the same thought. And maybe they did. No two boys could be closer.
Men, Sam amended in his mind. They weren’t scrawny teenagers anymore. A woman, a good woman, would have herself a fine husband—if they could ever decide which would marry her.
“Strange times we live in,” Sam murmured, thinking about how the town was changing. Multiple men taking up with a single woman. He’d never have imagined it, but then, for him, there had only been Gracie. And she’d had eyes only for him.
On that melancholy note, he turned. Pie wasn’t going to satisfy his yearning. Sleep, a chance to dream about a golden-haired girl with freckles on her nose—that’s what he needed. “I’ll say good night. My job’s done. ’Night, boys.”
Jason turned his head to watch Sam leave the room, not liking the hint of sadness he’d seen in Sam’s eyes before he’d turned away. They all missed Gracie Logan, but none more than Sam. “Think he’s really okay with how things worked out for Johnny and Killian?”
“He hasn’t said a word about them holing up in the same damn bedroom. Don’t think he cares so long as everyone’s happy. Why you ask?”
“Don’t know. Sometimes, he gets a look.”
Mace nodded. “Know the one you’re talkin’ about, but I think it’s ’cause he’s missin’ Mom.”
Jason pushed away his empty plate and sighed. “Only thing’s gonna make him happy again is when we all start makin’ babies.”
Mace grimaced. “Think we don’t get any sleep now…” He shrugged. “It’s not like Johnny and Killian aren’t doin’ their best on that end. Still, Pa’s not gonna rest easy ’til we find a woman, too.”
“A woman?” Jason said, reminding his brother how Mace’s sly joke had started the ball rolling with Ellie. They’d been teasing Sam and had irked the hell out of Johnny, who’d taken Sam’s pronouncement as marching orders and didn’t like them making light of it. Jason felt responsible for how things had worked out. Johnny might never have considered sharing a woman with Killian if Mace hadn’t first planted that seed. Not that both Johnny and Killian didn’t appear satisfied with the arrangement. Still, it was his job to curb Mace’s wildness. He was the oldest. Little brother needed to get serious about this business of finding a wife.
Mace shrugged. “Be easier havin’ just one woman. Less yap. And we’ve got lots of practice sharin’.” He picked up his glass of milk and downed it in a couple of big gulps.
Jason knew Mace would prefer to drop the subject of the marrying part. The thought of taking a wife and starting a family made both of them feel itchy. Until they’d come to the Doubletree Ranch, they’d never known what a loving family could be like. Who knew whether they would follow their birth parents’ sorry footsteps rather than Sam and Gracie Logan’s? But Sam expected them to man up and give it a try. “How the hell we gonna find ourselves a woman?” he said aloud, although he didn’t really expect Mace to have the answer. He wasn’t the thinker. “We can’t settle on one for a whole weekend—how we gonna settle on one for the rest of our lives?”
Mace nodded. Then his blue eyes glinted, narrowed. He sat forward in his chair. “There’s only been one woman we ever wanted for longer than a day.”
Jason had an instant image of soft brown hair pulled back into a messy bun, dark-rimmed glasses perched on a pretty, slender nose, green eyes peering over the tops. He and his brother had fantasized about her for years. “She’s a pretty thing, but doesn’t even know it.”
“I like the way her eyes bug when she’s mad. She doesn’t like losin’ it.” Mace’s grin said he couldn’t wait to push her to the edge.
A smile twitched the corners of Jason’s mouth. Wouldn’t she be appalled to see them again? The thought didn’t dampen his enthusiasm one bit. On the contrary, just the idea of pursuing pretty Molly Pritchet caused heat to fill his loins. “We ain’t jailbait anymore,” he drawled.
“No, we ain’t.”
Both men shared wicked grins as they let the thought of what it might be like to seduce Miss Pritchet blossom.
“School’s out tomorrow,” Mace murmured.
Jason gave a firm nod. “She’s gonna have time on her hands. A whole summer’s worth.”
Both men scooted closer to the table, pie forgotten, and made their plan.
As she adjusted her burden in her arms again, Molly Pritchet wished she’d driven. She was hot, starting to sweat, and the muscles in her arms were beginning to burn with the weight of her box of personal items she’d emptied from her desk. Earlier, traces of roses and honeysuckle scenting the warm air had drawn her from her house, enticing her to get ready to embrace the last day of school and the start of her plans for a summer of blessed solitude, free of responsibility. That morning, she hadn’t wanted to think about anything but the pretty day, the flowers she’d purchased to set into their beds, and the small, decorative pond she wanted to install in her backyard.
Besides, walking to and from the little high school was the only real exercise she ever got.
With every passing year, she fought a little harder to keep padding from settling on her rear and upper thighs. So, she walked, getting more of a workout than she’d planned, but enjoying the sounds of lawnmowers growling, birds chirping, and children playing.
Lord, she loved the sounds of children. Not something that had changed over the eight years she’d been teaching. And it was a true joy to meet up with graduates who remembered her and stopped by to tell her about their lives, and how she’d touched them.
She might never have her own, but there were plenty of children she’d helped raise in her own limited capacity.
The sound of footsteps on the sidewalk—heavy tread, a little hollow—men’s booted heels, came from behind her, and she edged to the side to let whomever was approaching pass.
However, the steps slowed, and before she knew it, she had a man at each elbow.
Her breath caught when she recognized them. “Mason, Jason,” she said, hoping they’d take her reddening cheeks for exertion, not delight. She’d always had the most inappropriate thoughts where these two were concerned.
Some things never changed. They both looked so handsome and tall—shaggy blond hair curling beneath the brims of their straw cowboy hats, matching blue work shirts—nicely ironed—and dark Wranglers that molded to powerful thighs. The only notable difference in their appearance was their boots. Mace Logan’s boots were saddle-brown leather while Jason’s were black. She didn’t need visual clues to keep the two of them straight. Unlike most folks in Two Mule, she’d always been able to tell them apart. Mace had a lazy smile that invited a woman to linger. Jason was a tad sharper, with a keen glance that had burned right through more than one woman’s defenses, or so she’d heard.
Good Lord, she’d just checked them out, and from Mace’s slow grin and Jason’s razor gaze, they both knew it.
Two sets of blue eyes glinted with humor.
“Howdy, Miz Pritchet,” Jason said, his smile wide, perfect white teeth gleaming.
Mace cleared his throat, drawing her attention. Before she had a chance to sink into his brilliant blues, he reached out his arms. “Let me take that box for you.”
“No need,” she said, wheezing a bit because she couldn’t manage a deep breath with both of them towering over her. “I need the exercise. Home’s not far.” She knew her voice was a little shrill, but she couldn’t help it. She needed them gone before her cheeks heated until they were as purple as sugar beets, and she really started to sweat.
The Logan boys, these particular two, were trouble with a capital T. Any sensible woman would steer well clear of them. A teacher with a pesky morals clause in her contract had even more to worry about. “I swear I can manage this box on my own. Always have.”
Mace gave her a crooked smile. “Didn’t say you couldn’t manage it on your own, ma’am. But why deprive us of a chance to do a good deed?”
Stiffening her spine, she gave him her best “teachery” steel-eyed glance. “You’re here to do a good deed? Why do I suddenly feel like an old lady a Boy Scout’s about to help cross the road?”
“Oh, you’re not old, Miz Pritchet, and we’re not Boy Scouts,” Jason piped in, probably to get her flustered because she had to look left and right to hold this conversation. Her foot stumbled on a rock, and she fell forward.
Hands reached to grab the box, another slipped around her middle.
Breathless and embarrassed, she let go and tried to straighten away from a hot palm that branded her lower back.
Jason bent toward her while Mace juggled the box. “I know you’re a little flustered, but if you’d quit fightin’ us, this’d be over so much quicker,” Jason whispered then gave her a wink.
Molly gulped, cheeks aflame, but she gave a terse nod and lifted her chin. “Your hand is no longer needed,” she said, her voice clipped.
“Fair enough,” he said with a wicked waggle of his eyebrows, slowly sliding his hot palm away.
Pushing her dark-rimmed glasses up her nose, she backed up one pace, then whirled on her heel and stepped out again, leaving both men to follow in her wake. “Well, seeing as how you were both so insistent…” she threw over her shoulder, “…don’t dawdle!” She picked up her pace, arms swinging, angry with both of them, angry with herself for letting them get under her skin.
It was just like her first year teaching. She’d been fresh out of college, eager to take command of her first classroom, and both Logan boys had landed in hers. They hadn’t lingered in the back like most of the football players—no, they’d taken seats at the front. Their handsome faces had greeted her with smiles and compliments every morning. She’d begun every day gritting her teeth, because she couldn’t suppress the heat in her cheeks or the breathless hitch in her voice that their attentions brought. Back then, they’d been beautiful young men, horny and popular with the girls—not so much with the girls’ parents, because they could tempt an angel into parting with her wings. They’d turned their considerable charms on Molly, making the ninety minutes they’d shared a constant trial on her nerves.
No doubt, they’d done it on purpose, to test the new teacher. She had never been so glad to have a semester end.
Still, until they’d graduated, she’d had to endure seeing them in the hallways, knowing their interested stares followed her. She’d dressed as frumpily as she could bear, foresworn makeup, all to discourage them.
They were just too handsome, too cheeky. And she’d been all too aware there weren’t that many years between them. Just five. Something the boys teased her about.
The last few months they’d been in school, they’d begun to drop hints that they’d like to see her—after they weren’t jailbait anymore, but she’d had better sense. Even though they likely had more experience than she did in the sex department, she was starkly aware of how a relationship with two former students would look. Despite their sly and charming efforts at tempting her, she’d remained firm.
Unfortunately, it seemed time hadn’t changed them a bit. They may have left boyhood firmly behind, but they still liked to tease her to the point of exasperation.
And Lord, she wished she hadn’t noticed they weren’t boys anymore. Both were tall, and their rangy frames had filled out nicely. Any woman they passed couldn’t help but pause and watch, be she ten or a hundred. They knew their attraction and took full advantage of it. She’d heard the rumors of their sexual exploits. Apart, together—they only had to give a girl a sly wink to have her sidling their way. Then it didn’t take more than a sexy smile to have her panties around her ankles—an image which shocked Molly because it came so readily to mind.
No, she was not imagining that girl was her. How ridiculous would that be? Her, standing in broad daylight with lacy pink panties pooled around her feet.
And yet, what made it so real, so tempting, was that she knew if she wanted it, all she had to do was signal them with a crook of her finger. One lazy summer afternoon spent between the sheets with the Logans might just get the yearning out of her system.
The thought lodged tightly inside her head. But then another, of her getting naked with two perfect specimens of manhood, splashed cold water all over the dream.
She could never stand to be just another one of their conquests—even if they only intended to tease. They couldn’t be seriously thinking about doing anything more. They had their pick among the female population. She wasn’t the prettiest or the shapeliest. Sure, she was smart, but men like the Logan twins didn’t prize a high IQ. What they wanted was a woman with a single-word vocabulary.
So, why did the word yes feel as though it sat perched on the tip of her tongue, ready to take flight? Was it because she didn’t have a boyfriend or plans for a romantic summer? Until that moment, she’d been happy about that fact.
Molly’s house loomed in the distance, and she sped up again, trying not to think about what they might be looking at. Her butt might be a little soft, but there was muscle underneath. She lifted her arms and power-walked the rest of the way home.
July 7, 2017
COVER REVEAL and bonus NMFR from Sarah M. Anderson
Hi everyone! Last month’s winner was Tanya B! Tanya, you win a super-early copy of Little Secrets: Claiming His Pregnant Bride! Send your snail-mail address to message @ sarahmanderson . com!
Starting this month, we’re going to move to Rafflecopters on the blog. I list prizes and pick winners but unless their emails are connected to their comments, I don’t have any way to contact the winners and they don’t seem to be emailing me to claim their prizes. So we’re going to give Rafflecopter a try and hopefully, that means more people win fun books!
This month I have two fun things–a Cover Reveal and an excerpt! First up–a new cover and title for an old favorite. With the closure of Samhain, I got rights back to a bunch of my books. Including Mystic Cowboy and Masked Cowboy.
I’d also self-published two more stories in the Men of the White Sandy series, Nobody and Clarence. And I’ve been working on the next story in that series, Sheriff Tim. So when I got the rights back, I decided to self-publish all of the stories with refreshed covers and new titles. I also made a few updates to the stories, the biggest of which was changing Nobody’s heroine’s name from Melinda to Melonie. I’d originally written it as Melinda in Mystic Cowboy but when I wrote Nobody, I wrote the whole dang thing with Melonie (yes really) and luckily, a beta reader was like, um… So I was able to go back and change her name! Yah, updates!
Because, yes, it bothered me that the titles didn’t match up. Two were Something Cowboy and two were Character Names. So now the Men of the White Sandy are titled thusly:
The Medicine Man (was Mystic Cowboy)
The Rancher (was Masked Cowboy)
The Shadow (was Nobody)
The Medic (was Clarence)
The Sheriff (BRAND NEW STORY!)
So! Romanced by the Cover, run by the talented Alexandra Haughton, has been working on updating the covers. I don’t say ‘new’ covers because we were able to repurchase the stock art for Mystic, Nobody and we got the same model for Clarence (but new and improved–without his SHIRT!).
So without further ado (hasn’t there been enough ado thus far?) here’s the refreshed cover of Mystic Cowboy, now officially The Medicine Man!
(If you subscribed to my newsletter, you’d already have had this bad boy land in your mail boxes. So you should subscribe to get more super-early sneak-peeks, shouldn’t you? YES YOU SHOULD.)
I’ll start rolling out the rest of the Men of the White Sandy covers and stories later in August. But trust me–you’re going to *love* them! I think I’m looking at…October for the release of The Sheriff? Don’t hold me to that, tho. But I’m working on it!
Now for an excerpt! Last month I talked about Not My 1st Rodeo, which is out! Just last week, Entangled released the second volume, appropriately titled Not My 1st Rodeo 2!
Here’s the blurb for the trio of novellas:
In Donna Alward’s Seducing the Sheriff, Cassidy’s first foray into online dating is an unqualified disaster. Witness to a bank robbery, she’s now in danger. Sexy sheriff Joe Lawson is willing do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means hiding her away in his secluded mountain cabin.
In Roping the Rancher by Sarah M. Anderson, all Tommy knows is girls his own age don’t do it for him. Carly has no interest in being anyone’s cougar, but when Tommy says he’ll do whatever she tells him to, she can’t resist the chance to take what she wants from a man with no strings attached. But no one said anything about scarves…
In Jenna Bayley-Burke’s Captivating the Cowboy, aspiring designer Jules is about to head to New York. Before she leaves, she’s going to help widower Slade Weston find the perfect ranch wife, but finding his forever turns into schmexytimes. Jules doesn’t want to be a wife and mom, and Slade isn’t moving across the country. It’s just a fling, until she’s not sure where she truly belongs.
And now, for a short, HOT excerpt from Roping the Rancher!
“But,” he went on, “if you’re looking for something else, something fun with no strings and no commitment, I can give it to you. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
She exhaled. “Anything?” she teased—but it wasn’t teasing, not really. Could he seriously be saying what she wanted him to be saying?
What did she want him to be saying?
What did she want?
She felt the tension in his body as the tips of his fingertips scraped against her skin. “Within reasonable limits,” he said and she thought she might be hearing things, but his voice almost sounded shaky.
She hoped like hell it was a good kind of shaky. She leaned into his touch. “Nothing weird. Nothing super kinky.”
“Why don’t you give me an example?” She saw him swallow. “Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you?”
Dear God, he was serious. No one had ever asked. No one had even thought about asking. What she wanted had always been secondary to what they wanted. The boys she climbed into the back seat with in high school, the little-more-than boys in college. And Drake—Carly should’ve known better, but didn’t.
She wasn’t playing around anymore. Suddenly, almost twenty years of not getting what she wanted felt like it was weighing her down, a stone around her neck. If she didn’t say what she wanted—if Tommy didn’t give it to her this very instant—then she was going to lose all hope.
Now all she had to do was say the words. He was still cupping her face and she was still leaning into his touch. It was an intimate gesture, but it wasn’t intimate enough.
“What would you say,” she began, her voice barely a whisper, “if I told you to take me home?”
The air between them got even thinner as he lifted her face toward him. “Is that all? You just want me to take you home?” He stared into her eyes, his pupils dilated, and his breath warm against her skin. “Or is there something you need me to do to you when we get there?”
“Cocky, aren’t we?”
Oh, that smile—that was going to be the end of her. But what a way to go.
“It’s not cocky if I can back it up. But I can’t back it up until you tell me what you need.”
She’d given him a chance and he’d convinced her. Now, she had to convince him. This was quite possibly an once-in-a-lifetime chance and she couldn’t let it slip by because she was afraid. She wasn’t going to be afraid to get what she wanted.
“Take me home,” she heard herself say and was amazed at how confident and powerful she sounded. But this was who he was telling her she could be right now—a confident, powerful woman who always got what she wanted. “You’re going to go down on me until I come.”
WHEW! That’s only the beginning, folks. Wow. Trust me.
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July 5, 2017
Still riding with the Malloy Family by Beth Williamson
Howdy y’all, Beth Williamson here!
Hard to believe it’s been a month since I hung out with y’all! I’m still busy republishing the Malloy Family series books each week. Since there are 13 weeks, that’s 4 months of #MalloyMonday. 
July 4, 2017
Delilah Devlin: Happy Fourth of July!
Here’s wishing all of you in the U.S. a very happy holiday! And if you’re needing inspiration to remember why you’re grateful to be an American, here’s my gift to you!
Happy 4th of July!
June 29, 2017
Overseas Trip and New Release
I had an absolute wonderful trip overseas. My sister and I took a vacation we’d been planning for about a year. We went to England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales for 23 days. It was a long time to be gone from home and writing, but I had so much fun.
We weren’t on our own for the entire time, we spent 2 days in London on our own before we joined a 14 day tour group. The tour group spent a day in London, then off we went through England, up into Scotland, then a ferry ride over to Ireland, all over Ireland, another ferry ride into Wales, a couple of days in Wales and we ended back up in London.
When the tour was done, spent 2 days in London, then took the trail back to Edinburgh Scotland to take a day trip out to the higlands and the Loch Ness – the bad thing that day was it poured rain the entire day which put a damper on being able to do a lot of things. We had some free time so we were able to go to Holyroot – one of the royal palaces. It was closed when we went through with the tour group because Princess Ann was in residences. Plus we had afternoon tea at the restaurant there, it was so much fun.
Then we went back to London for our last 3 days. One of the highlights for me was going to the British Museum. We spent over 4 hours there. I was lucky enough to find a private tour for the two of us that lasted 2 1/2 hours that showed us everything we really wanted to see, plus our guide had a lot of information we never would have gotten on our own.
While there were things we found we wanted to do there wasn’t enough time to do it all but we hit everything we planned and a few things we didn’t.
Upon arriving home, I had to dive back into writing. Galleys had arrived for two books, have a short story due on 8/1 that hasn’t even been written yet.
But the best news is I have a new release Passionate Desire will be released on 7/17 – it’s up for preorder right now. I will tell you this is a new an improved edition of my first book – In Plain Sight. When I got the rights back to it, I took the book and expanded it, showing more of the relationship between Joe and Vicki and how they fell in love.
By the end of July I should have more news about my two book series and when it will be released.
Until then here’s the cover for Passionate Desire and click here for the link to the preorder:
June 28, 2017
Can a Bad Boy become a Good Man? by Paty Jager
I’m working on a new historical western series set around the Silver Dollar Saloon in Shady Gulch, Dakota Territory. The series will revolve around characters who work at or frequent the Silver Dollar Saloon. The owner has a past, all the saloon girls have pasts they’d like to forget and in the first book the preacher, who falls for the saloon owners sister, has a past he’d liked to forget.
You read all the time about a man going to prison and finding God and changing his life. Larkin Webster didn’t go to jail but he came damn close to losing his life for a group of men who would have laughed about it and continued their killing and stealing without another thought about him.
He didn’t come from a bad home. But he craved excitement. At fourteen, he met a 
young man who took any dare and stared down men older than him in gun fights. The lure of the excitement took Larkin from his home and sent him on a path that he isn’t proud of. The day he had to hide in an outhouse to keep from being killed by his own gang and the law, Topeka Kid died and Larkin Webster was reborn. He attended the nearest theological school and moved to Shady Gulch at the request of his brother.
When Savannah Gentry stumbles off the train and into his arms, he chases the excitement once more. This time, his heart won’t listen to his head. Loving this woman may end his career as a preacher, but it will make his life a challenge until the day he is put in the ground.
This book is full of steamy romance and hard choices.
With the heroes or heroines in each book in the series having a rough past, the love between them will build slowly, but when they come together, my goal is to make bombs go off and hearts crumble.
My cover designer is still working on the graphics for the series. When it is done I’ll reveal it and the first book. In the mean time you can pick up any of my other historical or contemporary western romance books at all ebook stores. Check out my website to see what I have. patyjager.net
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June 25, 2017
Military Cowboys On The Loose by Donna Michaels
Hi everyone, it’s Donna Michaels and I had hoped to have pictures of my office since I posted last month, but other than a path to my desk, there’s more clutter than floor. The office took a back seat, because I was too busy with two releases this month! 
June 24, 2017
Cocked and Loaded is back for just 99 cents
My present to my readers. For a very limited time, you can COCKED AND LOADED, get the hot western romantic suspense, for ONLY 99 CENTS!!!!! Check it out.
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And Zane Cameron is both!
When Jamie Randall kicked the dust of Amen, Texas from her heels, she swore neither the town nor the bad boy she’d given her virginity to would never see her again. Yet here she is, returning under a cloud of disgrace, not a penny to her name or a soul to welcome her–least of all the sheriff.
Jamie Randall—a decade hadn’t lessened the bitter taste of her name. Zane Cameron had only been good enough for sultry summer sex. But the local hell raiser is the sheriff now and determined to run her hot little body off the worthless piece of land her father left her and right out of his sleepy little town. Just as soon as he scratched a twelve-year-old itch.
Explosive passion changes Zane’s mind, but before they can explore their feelings, strange events threaten Jamie and it becomes obvious someone else wants her out of the way. Dirty money, cold-blooded murder, and deadly secrets interfere with Zane’s plans to convince Jamie to give him a second chance.
Excerpt:
He closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before, burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body. She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.
His tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn’t have moved away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply melted away.
His tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking, tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the sensations that assaulted her body.
The harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker her legs became until she wasn’t sure she could stand at all if she took her arms from his neck.
When every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction, tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?”
“Mmm?” She forced her eyes open.
“You using your old bedroom?”
“What? My bedroom?”
He extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I’m going to fuck the life out of you, and I don’t want to do it on that ratty old couch.”
She could barely focus enough to from clitoris to vaginal opening and back, gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.
“Taste good, too. Just as I’ve remembered point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second door on the right.”
Later, when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought from it, she’d wonder why she hadn’t just ordered Zane Cameron out of her house. He certainly wouldn’t take her by force. That wasn’t his style. No, even after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them, and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set off in her body.
He held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot, he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face, and instantly heat warmed her blood.
With hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of her bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his ravenous gaze.
June 19, 2017
More Naughty Cowboys!
If you’ve been following me for long, you know I have many, many projects in the making. Some are refurbed stories I have back from former publishers. Some are brand new stories I’m soooo eager to share! This newsletter is filled with both! So, take a deep breath then get ready to drink from a fire hose!
My latest “new” release is Breaking Leather, the fourth in a series about an odd little town in Texas. In Two Mule, Texas there’s something in the water. When men desire the same woman, they don’t fight each other for the right to be hers. They share. Yup. At least in my mind, those sexy cowboys are more than willing to call one woman their wife! Breaking Leather is particularly fun because it involves the Kinzie brothers, always a fan favorite! So saddle on up and take a ride on the wild side!
And of course, I’ve had two other releases this past week. Blue Collar is exciting! It’s a brand new short story collection, which is very reasonably priced at just $0.99 because the 16 authors represented in this collection want you to discover them! So, do!
Then there’s Big Sky SEAL, which readers are loving! There’s a bounty hunter, a former SEAL, and bomb dog with PTSD. What’s not to love? Settle into a comfy chair for the weekend and indulge yourself!
And hang on, more’s coming soon!
Breaking Leather is out!
Three cowboys…
One for remembrance…one for healing…and one to steal her heart forever…
Chrissi Page has tried to find one man who heats her bed the way the Kinzie brothers did one shameful night years ago. She’s failed miserably, leaving her with no choice but to bank that inner fire–and keep a lid on her inner bad girl.
Way back when, she’d been weak, unable to choose between three cowboys who appealed to her in very different ways. After they’d each tried to win her for their own, they’d confronted her, demanding she choose. Confusion and anger had boiled over into a passion so wild, that to this day, she’s still trying to live it down.
Since that night, Ezra, Cade, and Joshua have individually sewn their wild oats with pretty much the entire available female population of Two Mule, Texas. Yet nothing and no other woman has ever erased the attraction they still feel for Chrissi. When she’s stranded on the road near their ranch, it’s their last chance to turn their mutual obsession into an unusual proposition….
Also in the series!
And just out!
When it comes to love…Blue Collar is better!
It’s time to set aside those sexy billionaires and enjoy stories about the everyday, even sexier bad boys you meet in real life. They may have dirty hands and wear tool belts and jeans instead of Rolex watches, but they’re earthy alpha males unafraid to get down and dirty when face to face with a woman in need–whatever her need may be!
Just a few of the titillating stories inside…
In “Elevation” by Megan Mitcham, an always-in-control policewoman trapped in an elevator shaft gets a sexy rescue from the handsome repairman. A lonely woman drives a thousand miles to meet an oil field roughneck ready for a long night of laying pipe in Mia Hopkins’ “We Drill Deep While Others Sleep”. Jennifer Kacey shows the lengths to which an enterprising gal will go to get the owner of an oil change shop to check her fluids in “The Boss”. And those are just a few of the sexy stories inside this collection about the everyday hero next door.
These are men who’ve built their powerful muscles from hard work rather than inside any gym, and they sure know how to use their hard-earned skills to pleasure a woman…
Romance sparks between a bounty hunter and a SEAL on the hunt for an escaped terrorist…
A former military police dog handler, Jamie Burke, along with her former bomb dog Tessa, are still trying to adjust to civilian life. With a jaded, testy personality, Jamie has few friends. Now, a bounty hunter, she’s tasked to help federal and local law enforcement search for an escaped terrorist in the Crazy Mountains of Montana.
Former SEAL, Sky Reynolds can’t believe Jamie Burke is part of the task force. The last time he saw her was in Afghanistan. Back then, he thought he’d never stand a chance with the pretty, ballsy blonde, sure she had someone waiting for her back home. But here she is, still single, still prickly as hell. Assigned to stick close to her and her dog Tessa during the hunt, he’ll use the situation to get close. This time, he’s not letting her slip away.
When Jamie’s captured by the terrorist, it’s up to Sky, his fellow SEALs, and her motley crew of bounty hunters to save her…
