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November 7, 2017
Twins for the Billionaire by Sarah M. Anderson!
Hi everyone! Happy November! Fall is officially falling around here and we thankfully got enough rain this summer to make the maples especially lovely. Sadly, we didn’t get our basil harvested in time before a frost snuck up on us, but other than that foliage disaster, Fall has been pretty nice here.
I have a book out! Twins for the Billionaire is a reunion story–two old childhood friends, Sofia and Eric, reconnecting when Sofia gets a job managing Eric’s office.
This is my favorite cover of the year–look at those adorable twins! They even manage to capture the two different personalities of Adelina and Eduardo in the book–although in the story, Addy is the thoughtful one and Eddy is the outgoing one. 
November 4, 2017
November Frenzy and Another Texas Cowboy!
November’s shaping up to be one busy month!
First, November is NaNoWriMo—which is a writing challenge that causes authors around the world to lose their minds as they rush to finish 50,000 words! Yes, I accepted this year’s challenge. Nag me to make sure I hit that mark! As of this morning, I’m at 7029 words! Woot!
Next, I’m leading a FREE Mind Mapping workshop for authors November 6-12. If you’re a writer wanting to take a hard look at all the things you want to accomplish in 2018—start with this fun exercise!
Then, of course, there’s Thanksgiving… I am heading to Virginia with my dd’s family to celebrate with the rest of the Devlin clan. Vacay doesn’t mean I won’t be writing! Let’s see if I can figure out how to fit it all in!
Lastly, I have three releases this month! The first came Thursday. Love cowboys? Love reunion stories? Older woman/younger man? Well, you should enjoy this one! Ignore the clunky title. I promise it’s sexier than it sounds! ~DD
The Cowboy and The Widow
Following her husband’s death, Maggie McDermott faces the onerous task of running the family ranch. She’s through mourning her husband and the children they never had. The problem? She doesn’t know the first thing about running a ranch, so she knows she needs a capable hand. When Daniel Tynan applies for the position, she’s flooded with guilty memories of the time she tempted the younger man.
Daniel is more than willing to show sweet Maggie the ropes. His gentle ways melt her heart, and his sensual passion burns away her inhibitions. He may be younger, but he’s not without the right kind of experience…
All the Texas Cowboys, so far…
I can’t resist sharing this pretty picture…
November 1, 2017
Adorn yourself with cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver
I can wear Fall/warm boots.
I can wear my comfy jammies
My love for cozy, soft blankets is at its high
Fires in the fireplace
Hallmark Christmas movies (need I say more?)
Thanksgiving. The opportunity to eat as much as I want without judgement (although, that’s all the time)
Planning the holidays
New Cowboys!
I can help with #8! My final book in the Saddles & Second Chances series is up for pre-order. Hugh’s Chase. The last brother’s story will take you on a journey through small town hardship and a cowboy’s need for justice.
She has trust issues, he’s wrapped up in his job…and together they define trouble.
Sheriff Hugh Jericho likes his job, but he doesn’t like messy and that describes Adira Miles. When she is sentenced to community service and she becomes his responsibility, things get messy.
Since walking away from her ex, Adira has been on the run—running from a past that haunts her. Up until now, she’s done a good job at sedating the demons, but the sexy Sheriff has a knack at finding each and every one of them. He offers her things she has never known—kindness and adoration. A future. What’s a girl to do but give in?
As the two become closer, each helping the other close doors to the past and open them to the future, Hugh comes to grips with his love for Adira. To keep her in Colton though, he must help her learn to trust him completely…and he must show her that she doesn’t need a man, she needs a champion.
Murder and mayhem threaten to unravel the small town and they’ll both face turmoil, in their hearts and in the community. But he’ll risk his own life to offer her peace…
Excerpt!
She followed him across the parking lot, enjoying the view of his broad shoulders in the uniform shirt, wondering what he looked like under the cotton. She bet his chest was magnificent, sculpted and a rigid valley of muscular dips. Did he have smooth skin, bare? Or sexily furry? Either way, she wouldn’t mind.
He stopped and, because she was in deep admiration, she didn’t put the brakes on fast enough. She bumped into him and the collision could be compared to a kitten hitting a tree. Adira bounced backward, but he was quick and grabbed her arm, holding her steady.
“Rule two broken already. Stay out of my way,” he muttered.
Lifting her chin, their gazes clashed. Desire flooded her senses and she felt the jarring reaction to his touch all the way into her pinkest parts. He was a lethal man, charged with masculinity as she’d never seen before.
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October 29, 2017
Happy Halloween
It’s that time of year when all the holiday’s roll around. Halloween is first. There are a lot of homes in my complex that are decorated and it’s fun to see them all.
Don’t hate me, but I’m not a big holiday person and I haven’t been for years. I never had children, and all my nieces and nephews are all grown up. While some have children, then growing up now.
I love seeing all the decorations, but I don’t decorate myself. It’s must me and my dog, so I don’t see the need. I do have two snow men that sit on my mantel for Christmas and I bought a pretty snow scene with twinkling lights to put up this year, but that will be about it for me.
Do you have a favorite holiday? Do you decorate?
Here’s a little puppy (not mine) dressed up for your pleasure:
October 28, 2017
Saloon, Saloon girls, and a Preacher by Paty Jager
I’m happy to announce that the first book in my new historical western romance series, Silver Dollar Saloon, is now available. Savannah is set in a Shady Gulch, Dakota Territory. I made up a town along the Northern Pacific Railway in Dakota Territory to show not only the lifestyle along the railroad at that time but also the growth of our nation as the Dakota Territory split into North and South Dakota.
Savannah has come to Shady Gulch looking for her only living relative, a half-brother she’s never met. She stumbles into the arms of a man and soon learns he’s not what he seems and her brother isnt’ taking her word that she’s his sister.
Her brother, Beau Gentry, is a unique saloon owner for the times. He has women who sing, dance and serve drinks, but that’s all they do and the patrons are reminded often the women are not to be touched. Beau has picked these women up, literally and figuratively, when they were at the bottom of their lives and helped them heal and become citizens of Shady Gulch. Each one ends up with their happy ever after in the books in this series.
Here is the blurb and an excerpt from Savannah: Silver Dollar Saloon
Escaping a past full of deceit and larceny, Savannah Gentry goes in search of her only kin, a half-brother she discovered after her father’s death. She hopes Shady Gulch in the Dakota Territory can give her a future. However, she stumbles into the arms of Reverend Larkin Webster, finds herself working in the Silver Dollar Saloon, and soon fears she’s gone from the frying pan into the fire.
After dodging death and incarceration, the Topeka Kid decides to turn his life around and takes on a new identity. Reverend Larkin Webster. It works, until he finds a temptation he can’t resist and steals the heart of Savannah Gentry. When her past collides with his, he wonders if this theft could end up with him losing everything, including his life.
EXCERPT
He didn’t like how somber she acted. “Have you talked with all the businesses in town?” He led her over to a pew and they sat, facing one another.
She nodded and pulled neatly written papers out of her bag. “They all looked at the paper, asked if I was Beau’s sistah, and handed it back, say’n they couldn’t afford to hire anyone.”
“I had a feeling that would happen. I’m sorry.” He wanted to put his hand over hers, but restrained. The raw emotions he experienced when in her presence had his mind turned sideways. He wanted to act like any other man smitten with a woman, but he couldn’t, given his profession, and he didn’t want to scare her by being too forward.
Savannah peered into his eyes. “I won’t work in the saloon. I’ll move to Bismarck and find work there.”
His heart leapt into his throat. Lark swallowed hard, twice, to get passage for the words he wanted to say. “Don’t be hasty. If you’re in Bismarck, you won’t have anyone to help if you need it.”
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. “You bein’ a man of the cloth, why would you think I should work in a saloon rather than go to a town where I won’t know anyone?”
“As Mrs. Dearling and I told you, the ladies who work for Beau are treated different. It’s known that they aren’t painted up ladies and only provide entertainment.” He had talked with Beau earlier. “I stopped by the saloon a while ago. Beau mentioned you could play the piano, and I suggested that he could have you dress more conservatively and only play the piano, not serve or work the long hours the others do.” He took a deep breath and spit out the rest of what he wanted to say. “And if you can play hymns, I’ll see if we can get an organ for the church. You can play on Sundays. That would show the community that you’re only at the saloon for your piano playing.”
“How would you see that an organ was given to the church?” Her eyes brightened. “We could do a pie social and start raisin’ money.”
He held back the smile twitching his lips. “You know a thing or two about pie socials?”
“Yes! I raised enough money for the church back home to purchase a beautiful bell they rang every Sunday to call the community to service.” Her enthusiasm brought the sparkle back to her eyes and straightened her back.
“I would be pleased to help you with the pie social to raise money for an organ.” He didn’t want to change her good mood, but he had to add, “Does this mean, you’ll forget about going to Bismarck for work?”
“If all I have to do is play piano at the saloon.” Her nose wrinkled. “I’ve slopped hogs and had to clean the chicken roost since Daddy’s downfall, but there were a handful of men in the saloon the other day that nearly tossed my stomach. How do the others bear the stench?”
“It’s amazing what a person will do when it’s a matter of survival.” He thought back to the time he’d hid in an outhouse for six hours waiting for darkness so he could creep out of town.
“I’m sure the good Lord didn’t put whiskey on this earth so’s a man would spend so much time in a saloon that their body reeks of liquor. Especially, if he has a wife and young’ns.” Her eyes narrowed. “What are your ideas about that?”
“I agree. A man with a family should be with them and not hanging around in a saloon.” He peered into her eyes. The irritation in her eyes melted, giving him a glimpse into her blue pools. He liked what he saw.
Their hands touched on the pew. He clasped her hand, holding it gently. “When do you want to start working on the pie social?”
“The what?” Her eyes had softened and her body leaned towards his.
He couldn’t have drawn his body back if a lawman stood between them. He pressed his lips to hers, softly, a chaste kiss to not alarm her. He’d had his number of women, mostly prostitutes while riding with the Dellinger gang, but nothing had prepared him for a kiss that shook him to his toes and started his heart racing.
Savannah leaned back. “Lord a mercy,” she whispered, pressing her fingers to her lips.
The door of the church banged open.
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October 26, 2017
Champagne or Wine, I have both
Hi, it’s Donna Michaels, and I have some delicious releases this month!
First up…
CHAMPANGE AND COWBOYS Box Set
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Amazon Exclusive
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Donna Michaels and Hildie McQueen are joined by bestselling and award-winning authors Amanda McIntyre, Tori Scott, Gem Sivad, Kathleen Ball, Rhonda Lee Carver, and Victoria Vane to bring you eight sexy cowboys in this holiday collection that will warm you from the inside out.
*Disclaimer: These titles were previously released in the Ring in a Cowboy Boxed Set, although some new content has been added.*
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Next, there’s finally a new Citizen Soldier release coming in in 4 days!
WINE AND SCENERY
WINE AND SCENERY
Citizen Soldier Series
Book 7: Ryder
Pre-Order Now!! Rel. 10/30/17
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BXDRXM
His quiet life is about to get a sexy remodel…
Sets aren’t the only thing Ryder builds when volunteering his construction expertise at the local theatre. A surprising friendship forms between him and a vivacious New Yorker. Working side-by-side with the visiting make-up artist whose ready smile and warm brown eyes slowly thaw the ice around his heart, he warms to the idea of acting on their attraction.
But when Sophia’s close-knit Italian family summons her back to the Big Apple, Ryder’s reminded of the past and how his ex-girlfriend chose family obligations over him. To make matters worse, he discovers Sophia lied about her family, because they’re the ones undercutting his bids and threatening his business. Did he give his heart to the right woman this time, or will he end up alone and discarded again, like last month’s scenery?
*Each book in the Citizen Soldier Series is written as a stand alone. You can jump in at any time!*
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Have a Happy and safe Halloween!
Thanks for reading,
~Donna
October 20, 2017
Deadwood for Cowboys and Cowboy Lovers
Ready for the best vacation you’ve ever had? Wild Deadwood Reads Book Signing and Legendary Events is for cowboy lovers, like you! While the list of authors includes writers of everything from young adult to poetry to non-fiction, we’ll also have some of the hottest cowboy fiction writers on the planet!
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October 19, 2017
Wearing His Brand!
It’s heeeerrrrre! Wearing His Brand, that is. If you love stubborn cowgirls, who aren’t afraid to push a guy to the brink of violence, and stoic cowboys, who go wild when pushed…well, you’ll love this story! And guess what? There are five more stories coming right behind it! So, start here. Get ready for more. Nuff said?
Just a note to those who do read the story… Reviews are greatly appreciated! ~DD
An accident involving barbed wire gives Lyssa McDonough the chance to play damsel-in-distress to capture rancher Brandon Tynan’s attention. Brand promised Lyssa’s older brother he’d keep an eye on his kid sister when he went off to war, but the sexy cowgirl tempts his code of honor past the breaking point when her actions beg for his brand of sensual punishment.
A little TLC turns into one hot encounter neither can just brush off. Now, Brand is determined to put the brakes on Lyssa’s reckless behavior—just as determined as she is to find a way to stay in his bed, forever.
October 17, 2017
The Highlander is All That: Untamed Highlanders from Sabrina York #Giveaway
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The Highlander Is All That
by Sabrina York
Elizabeth St. Claire has always been hard to please. Dreaming solely of Highlander men her whole life, no prancing London Lord can stand a chance at winning her heart…
… But perhaps a Scotsman can.
Elizabeth watches intrigued as the Highlander of her dreams, a Scotsman named Hamish Robb, arrives to oversee her season at the behest of her cousin, the Duke of Caithness. Elizabeth doesn’t hide her feelings for the striking Scot. But Hamish, determined to obey his order to protect the St. Claire sisters, steadfastly rejects her every seducing lure.
Believing that the debutante Elizabeth deserves a better, wealthier man, Hamish continues to turn away from her affection, even though he doesn’t exactly want to. Can this Highlander Scot resist the tempting seductress’ attempts to win his heart?
Read an Excerpt!
He emerged in the kitchens and, after greeting the plump and friendly cook—and snagging a scone from the cooling tray—he followed her directions out into the garden.
Ah yes. This was what he needed. The scent of mown grass, a hint of flowers, fresh air, and sunshine. He turned his face up to the sky and soaked it in.
Granted, it was a watery sunlight, and it struggled to shine through the haze of coal dust, but it beat the hell out of a musty carriage. He strolled along the path, studying the immaculately trimmed hedges, perfectly arranged rosebushes, and the affected pond in the center of the garden.
Everything was prim, proper, and utterly controlled. How British.
He missed the wild heathers of the Highlands, the raw scraggly trees that clung to the cliffs of the coast, the cold breeze gusting from the sea.
While he had been honored that Lachlan had entrusted him with this mission—for it clearly was important to the duke to support this family he had not known he had until recently—Hamish hated being away from home.
He had a business to run and had been in the process of seducing the lovely widow Dunn when the duke’s summons had come. But when a duke commanded one’s presence, one responded.
Ah well. The lovely widow could wait.
Hamish stilled and the little hairs on his nape prickled as he caught the trail of a tantalizing song. Like a sailor called by a siren, he followed the sound. As he rounded a corner, a whimsical gazebo came into view. There, leaning against a column, was his angel.
Her face was exquisite, delicate, and finely formed, utterly classical but for the button nose. Her hair, curly and glossy, skimmed her shoulders, and her dress pinched in at the waist, highlighting a fine form.
His breath caught as she tipped up her chin and warbled a few more notes. Then he must have made a noise, for she abruptly stopped singing and turned.
As she saw him, her cheeks turned a charming pink, and Elizabeth clapped her hand over her mouth.
“Doona stop,” he said before he could halt the words.
“Oh dear,” she said with a delightful laugh. “I’ve been caught out.”
“You have a lovely voice,” he said, stepping closer.
He should not step closer. He should not be alone with her, here in the garden. This he knew to the depth of his being. But, to the depth of his being, he could not resist.
Her grin was entrancing. “You are a very kind liar.”
“I’m no’ a lair.”
“Well, thank you, sir.” She gifted him with a mock curtsey.
“Do you often sing in the garden?” he asked.
“Only when I am certain no one can hear.” She turned away and stepped into the gazebo. He couldn’t help but notice the seductive swish of her skirts.
Hell.
He clamped down on his lustful thoughts. She was a girl. One who was far too young to know a thing about seduction. Obviously, his imaginings were born of his own desire, and it would behoove him to remember that. He was here to see her wed. To be her protector. Not to pursue her.
She was the duke’s cousin.
Still, he followed her up the steps into the folly. She sat on a padded bench and he took a seat on the other side, far out of reach.
“Have you recovered from your journey?” she asked politely.
“Aye. A walk in the garden has helped immensely.”
“I can imagine. Traveling can be so dull.”
“Have you traveled much?”
“A bit here and there. Brighton, on holiday. York, for a house party. We went to Scotland once, but I was young.”
“Ah.” That caught his attention. “How did you like it?”
“Oh.” Her face transformed to one of rapt excitement. An expression that grabbed him by the solar plexus and tugged. “I absolutely loved it.”
“Did you?” How . . . intriguing.
“It was so beautiful and wild. The people were lovely and the food was delicious.”
“Even haggis?”
Her adorable nose curled a little. “It has its . . . charms.”
He had to laugh. Her lie was so blatant.
“I would love to go back sometime.” He appreciated the wistful note in her tone.
“I miss it already.”
“I can imagine you do.” She sighed. “It must have been difficult to put your life on hold to come here and help us.”
“The duke insisted.” He regretted his words immediately, as she flinched. “However, I’m certain we shall enjoy this adventure.”
“I do hope your time here is pleasant.” Unfortunately, she’d gone all prickly and formal, which he couldn’t help but regret.
“Thank you.”
“It must be difficult for your family to have you gone as well.” She looked away as she said this, but he caught an odd glimmer in her eye before she did.
“My family?”
She cleared her throat. “Your . . . wife? Children?”
Ah. That was it. The little minx was fishing for information. Something warm trickled though his veins, and he bit back a grin. “I doona have a wife, lass.” Why he invested the words with a low rumble, he did not know. Or perhaps he did.
Her response was immediate. A slow smile blossomed on her beautiful face. Was it possible it made her even lovelier? “No wife?”
“No’ a one.” He chuckled. Damn, if she wasn’t flirting with him. Though it was foolish, the prospect danced through him in ribbons of pleasure.
“And the baron?”
His mood plummeted. “What?”
“Does the baron have a wife?”
Blast.
Aye, she was fishing for information.
On Ranald.
He shouldn’t be disappointed. He’d already acknowledged that his friend was a far better catch for her. “He is a widower.” A disgruntled offering.
“Oh, how sad.”
“He has a daughter.”
“Oh, that is even sadder. A helpless little mite without a mother?”
“Aye.” Though Catriona was hardly a helpless mite. She was more of a hellion.
“Does the baron plan to marry again?”
This was going from bad to worse. “He hasna spoken of it.”
“I was just wondering, you know, because he is very handsome.”
“Aye.”
“And he seems very nice.”
“Aye.” There was no call for such misery, but it swamped him nonetheless.
“What a pity that Anne dislikes Scotsmen.”
Anne?
Hamish blinked. “Anne?”
“They are of an age.”
Indeed, they were. He cleared his throat. “Anne . . . dislikes Scotsmen?”
“Oh yes. On account of the fact that she fell in love with one, and he broke her heart.”
He barked a laugh. “She canna blame all Scotsmen for that.”
“She can,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “And she does. Faithless philanders, all of them,” she warbled.
“That is no’ true. Scotsmen are the most devoted lovers!”
“Really?” She fluttered her lashes at him, which sent rivulets of delight and alarm through him. Her expression was far too intent. And again, not intent enough.
“I . . . ah. Aye. You’ll never find a more loyal man than a Scotsman.”
Her smile was stunning. “Well, I believe you,” she said, coming to her feet. He followed suit. “But you will need to convince Anne of that.”
He had no intention of doing any such thing.
She held out her arm and he took it as a matter of habit, and then they headed down the stairs.
He had no idea what happened next, other than the vague recollection of Elizabeth tripping on a stair, and his arms coming out to catch her.
But then, there she was. In his embrace. Staring up at him with wide doe-like eyes. Lips parted. Breath soft and sweet on his cheek.
She slipped a bit and gripped him closer, pressing her delicious body against his. His head spun. His cock rose.
She’s too young, some small voice cried from the back of his mind. She is unequal to your experience. This is wrong!
Ah, such a chorus of dissent.
He ignored them all and lowered his head.
The desire to taste her was far too strong, and try as he might to resist, he could not.
He was going to kiss Elizabeth St. Claire, and he was going to kiss her now.
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October 7, 2017
Sarah M. Anderson’s Reader/Reviewer Crew
Hi all!
I’ve started a new reader group on Facebook, so if you’re interested in getting early access to covers and ARCs and you can commit to leaving honest reviews of my books after you’ve read them, hop on over to Facebook and join the crew!
What can you expect? Early copies of my books (even print!), first looks at covers, dibs on choosing character names and bonus swag! (I’m working on Christmas surprises as we speak!). You also get early access to a super-sekrit pen name and all those books, too!
What do you need to do to be a part of this group? Well, first off, you have to request to join the group. Then you have to like to read books and commit to posting at least two HONEST reviews online (such as at Amazon and on GoodReads). I want honest, real reviews and I know that not every book will be a 5 star read every single time (I’m good, but not THAT good. :P)
I’ve started a Magic Spreadsheet where you’ll need to enter your information and keep track of the books you’re requesting and reviews you’re posting. You’ll also have to agree
to terms, which include not reselling print ARCs or uploading eARCs online and respecting other people’s reviews/ratings (i.e. no piling on people who leave a negative review, ever.) Once you get your info in, you’ll only have to deal with the Magic Spreadsheet (a Google sheet online) when you request a book. Don’t be scared of the spreadsheet!
In other news, I’ve got a book on sale through Oct. 10, so if you haven’t snagged your eCopy of Billionaire’s Baby Promise, now’s the time! There’s a bunch of great Desire titles on sale, so pick up some new favorites!
Stay tuned next month for sexy excerpt from Twins for the Billionaire!
