Monday, 30 March 2015

Please welcome author, S D Skye to my blog today...

1.)          What is your favourite thing about yourself?
That’s kind of a tough question, but I would have to say the fact that no matter what difficulties I’ve encountered in my life (and I’ve had more than my fair share), I never ever gave up believing and hoping for a better future. I’m one of those people who, if there is a thing called “luck,” I don’t have it. I repel it. Everything I’ve ever achieved has been through hard work, determination, and pure stubbornness. Even when I come up against major roadblocks in my life that may stymie me for a short period of time, I’ll either wait them out, find a way around them, or find a way to break through them. I don’t think I’m even close to achieving my true potential, but I’ve come a long way from where I started.

2.)          What do you wish you’d known before you started writing?
Nothing. With the exception of those rare first-time authors who hit the NY Times Bestseller list on their first book out, it’s truly best for all involved that authors begin their careers blind and ignorant, completely oblivious. It’s the best thing for everyone involved. If anyone ever sat down and told writers how hard it is and how much work is involved in developing a long-term career in fiction writing, most would quit before they got started. If they told authors how much time they’d have to sacrifice with their families  and friends or how many hours they’d spend alone cloaked in smelly pajamas with weird people in their heads who won’t shut up. If they told authors about the excruciating pain they’d feel putting their “baby” into the world and opening it up to receive negative criticism and bad reviews...or how very hard it is to actually sell enough books to land on a recognized bestseller list—most would quit. If not for pure stubbornness and a consistent belief that even if I write a book that sucks, I can learn and get better, I probably would’ve quit some time ago.

3.)          Share a romantic moment in your life.
I remember in college an old flame, the cute green-eyed guy that EVERYONE wanted to date, asked me out on what was one of the most romantic dates I’ve ever had. It started at a piano bar in Washington D.C.’s Union Station where we had drinks and talked about everything and nothing. Then he took me dancing at an oldies but goodies nightclub in the heart of K Street, which is the business district. Our date ended at an ethnic restaurant in Adam’s Morgan, D.C.’s melting pot area, where we had the best food and listened to live music until dawn. The night ended with a sweet kiss and another date set for the next evening. 

4.)          Is there one subject you’d never write about as an author? What is it?
There are topics that I probably would not touch without a compelling reason, such as rape, incest, pornography. I was raised with pretty Southern conservative values (based on my grandparents’ upbringing), even though my parents raised me mostly in the Washington, D.C. area and in the Midwest (Ohio), so I will only go so far off the conservative reservation. Also, most of my fiction is reality-based and I don’t have the grand imagination necessary to do complex world building, so I will probably stay away from genres such as Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and paranormal.   

5.)          Do you have any suggestions to help someone become a better writer? If so, what are they?
One of the best things you can do is release any fear you have of writing. Don’t let that blank page intimidate you. Just write one word after another until the story is done. Everything on the page can be fixed, edited, or deleted, but the regret of not having the courage to try is tough to live with. Also, don’t allow yourself to get behind in your work because you’re getting ahead of yourself. Don’t worry about literary agents or whether you are going to publish in the traditional versus the self publishing route. Unless your book requires extensive research, don’t get mired down in details. The only thing that matters until you finish a actually finishing the book. Most new authors cannot sell that great idea in their heads to a publisher.  

6.)          If you could be the original author for any book, what would it be? Why?
I would have to say The Alchemist by Paul Coehlo. With that book, he has inspired countless people to follow their dreams and achieve greatness—including me. It’s one book that I read time and time again. I would love to have written a book that inspires people to find their purpose and pursue their dreams and passions.

7.)          What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?
I was a bit of a nerdy kid (honour roll student) and a loner when I was growing up, but when I was having fun with the few friends I had, it was hard to pull me away. I never came home on time. I was always off exploring in the woods or playing with frogs in local creeks or riding my bike to “far away” places (maybe a mile or two from home). Back then, we had BookMobiles, mobile libraries that would park just outside of my neighbourhood. I would spend hours there, reading and checking out books. And when my mom couldn’t find me, I usually got busted for it. On the whole, I was pretty much a lightweight in terms of getting into trouble. No major mischievousness.

8.)          If I came to your house for dinner what would you prepare for me? Why?

I’m fully convinced that in another life I was an Italian grandmother. I absolutely love Italian food. Pastas, pizzas, I was born to eat it. I would probably cook my world famous lasagne—ultra yummy and takes 2-3 hours to make because I do the sauce from scratch. Okay, maybe it’s not “world” famous but it’s pretty popular with my friends. I would also make a nice garlic bread, salad, and cherry cheesecake for dessert. Now, I’m officially hungry.  

A No Good Itch
by S.D. Skye




The FBI and Italian Mafia make strange bedfellows when a vicious Russian Organized crime figure, operating at the behest of Russian Intelligence, lands in The Big Apple. The Russian intelligence hench-man, infamously known as Mashkov, avenges the death of slain a Russian sleeper agent and accidentally hits the son of an Italian crime boss, sending J.J. and Task Force Phantom Hunter to the streets of New York. They are stepping into a possible war between Russian and Italian organized crime factions, while trying to dismantle the financial hub of the most insidious Russian illegals network in U.S. History.

Meanwhile, CIA Case Officer Grayson “Six” Chance is in Moscow trying to capture a fugitive American who has stolen White House intelligence and is planning to pass it to the Russians—putting Six in a moral dilemma he may not be prepared to handle.

And when J.J. finally learns the truth surrounding her mother's death in the line of duty, her life may never be the same.

If you enjoy this book, you will love Book 1--The Seven Year Itch (A J.J. McCall Novel) and Book 2 -- Son of a Itch (A J.J. McCall Novel).



The Sheriffs walked J.J. and Tony through a series of security doors until they reached the interrogation room. They left their overcoats with their escorts and tugged their suit jackets straight before entering. The sight of Kendell Phillips’ murderer shrouded in orange and shackled at the hands and feet gave J.J. a burst of pleasure she hadn’t felt since her early morning romp with Tony. A reddish blue bruise circled his eye and spread to the cap of his jaw. His gaze disintegrated under the weight of her glare and fell to his twiddling thumbs. She prepared to speak when an overwhelming scent jarred her senses—the smell of contemptible swine.

“My, my, my,” J.J. said to Maddix. “What an ugly fall from grace. Too bad they don’t make an Armani perp suit. You used to wear him so well.”

Positioned across from Maddix, Tony scanned the rat’s face and looked at him with a pained expression. “Rough night, eh? Did they forget to put you in solitary? Looks like you’ve been mingling with the locals.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said with a shrug. Then he leaned back, spread his knees wide, and placed his hands in his lap. “So, this is the reason you came all the way to Shangri-La? To gloat?”

J.J. savored his misery and then vexed him with a tight smile. “We’re here to discuss your comrade in arms, Hawk—Gary Mosin.”

 “Newsflash, doll.” Maddix forced out a grating laugh, overplaying his weak position just a smidge. “You get nothing from me, not without a deal. I want immunity.”

“Immunity?” J.J. blinked in rapid motion.

“Listen, you ain’t gotta make this difficult. We didn’t come here to pick a fight. Give us the information we need, and you can go back to counting the tiles on the ceiling . . . or whatever it is you do on the inside.” Tony contrived a calm demeanor as he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboro 100s and a book of matches. He slid them to the middle of the table until they stopped beside a plastic ashtray. “Our treat. Enjoy. But if you choose to stay on the difficult route, we can reverse course any time.”

Maddix cupped his hands and with no show of gratitude, pulled the offerings to the table’s edge, his shackles jangling with his every move. He folded back the foil on the corner of the pack and knocked the open end against his wrist until a cigarette emerged. Then his brow drew together, furrowed in confusion. “You don’t have a clue, do you?” His gaze ping-ponged between J.J. and Tony before he shook his head. “That’s why you’re here. You don’t know!”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

S.D. Skye is a former FBI Counterintelligence Analyst in the Russia program and supported cases during her 12-year tenure at the Bureau. She has personally witnessed the blowback the Intelligence Community suffered due to the most significant compromises in U.S. history, including the arrests of former CIA Case Officer Aldrich Ames and two of the Bureau's own—FBI Agents Earl Pitts and Robert Hansen. She has spent 20 years in the U.S. Intelligence Community.

Skye is a member of the Maryland Writer’s Association, Romance Writers of America, and International Thriller Writers. She’s addicted to writing and chocolate—not necessarily in that order—and currently lives in the Washington D.C. area with her son. Skye is hard at work on several projects, including the next installment of the series.

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Saturday, 28 March 2015

Saturday Showcase...Finding Justice

Blurb for Finding Justice!

Old friends, new secrets 

Sergeant Cat Forrester lives by her own set of rules. When her childhood friend is murdered, Cat's world is thrown into chaos. Especially because Jay Garrett-a man from her past-is a suspect, and he needs her help to prove he's innocent. After all they once shared, how can she say no? 

The attraction flares between them, and getting involved with a suspect is a huge risk. But the more time Cat spends with Jay, the stronger the tug on her heart. He is the same caring, irresistible man she remembers. Yet she can't let her emotions interfere with the case—solving it is top priority. But as she digs deeper, she discovers Jay has secrets that may jeopardize any possible future together.

Describe your hero in 5 words. Now your heroine.

Hero – Jay Garrett

Intelligent, caring, determined, masculine, survivor

Heroine – Cat Forrester

Tough, loving, loyal, feisty, sexy

How do you go about choosing your characters names?

With difficulty! I know for some authors their characters’ names come to them as they get to know each character better, but that’s never happened for me. I start each book with a setting or premise and then find the characters to tell the story. Their names usually come when I am completing the character sketch sheets. Although I have been known to demand my kids give me a name and I go with it, LOL!

How did you come up with the idea for this book?

The setting rather the story itself inspired Finding Justice. Although Templeton Cove is a fictional UK seaside town, it is based on a real town in Dorest, England. I holidayed there as a child and on a visit a few years ago, I imagined a murder and knew it was the heroine’s friend. It just took me a while to work out the rest!

What makes Finding Justice different than other books in the same genre?

I’m very proud to say, as far as I know (and my editor knows), Finding Justice is the first ever Superromance to feature all British characters in a British setting. I’m very proud of that and thrilled Harlequin is willing to consider an ongoing series. The reviews for Finding Justice have been great. It’s such a relief that readers love Templeton Cove as much as me!

What’s the one thing you like best about being an author?

The illusion that I might possess an ounce of intelligence, LOL! People often say things to me like, “You’re so clever. I could never write a book” or “Wow, it’s amazing how you come up with these story ideas.” Little do they know I am clearly not right in the head and never had any formal writing education. Sooner or later, I’ll wake up and realize my success is just a Dallas style dream.

In your own words, tell us about one of your favorite scenes from this book.

This is so difficult because every scene means so much to me in this book – I just loved writing it…hence why I want to write more and more stories set in this town! Okay, one of the scenes that jumps to mind is told in Jay’s (the hero) POV and he knows he needs to confess his mistakes to Cat (the heroine) before there is any chance of them moving forward in their relationship or the investigation. They are outside, lying on their backs, side by side underneath the stars. He tells her about his addiction, how he feels responsible for their friend’s murder––the entire scene leaves Jay emotional raw and vulnerable, with no idea of how Cat will react. There’s something great about a man leaving himself open to rejection…I know, not a very nice person am I? LOL! ;)

  1. What’s your current WIP?

Right now, I am writing the first draft of what I hope will be book three in the Templeton Cove series. The proposal is with my editor so hopefully Harlequin will offer me a lovely new contact soon. Fingers crossed!

This book features two brand new characters and it’s mainstream romance rather than romantic suspense as the first two books. Sasha Robinson is desperate to get the Funland fairground back in her family after being taken over by the local crime lord, who is now serving time in prison. Everything is going to plan and just as she’s ready to make him an offer, hoping it’s one he can’t refuse, his son turns up to take over where his father left off and that’s when Sasha’s problem really begin…

Now the 4:

What kitchen utensil would you be and why?

An electric whisk – I’m efficient, get the job done in the minimum time, often noisy and love cakes!

What’s your favorite sandwich? How do you go about making it?

Is it boring that I love tuna mayo on granary bed?? Plenty of mayo, plenty of tuna, topped with diced cucumber and I’m happy J

Everything you write suddenly starts coming true and you want to use your powers for good…what would your next book be about?

After watching Comic Relief (huge UK TV extravaganza raising money to help the poverty and desperation in Africa), I would write a story that resulted in enough money that every house was provided with enough mosquito nets for the entire family and the senseless dying of children would end. Children in Africa are dying by the millions from malaria – a net costs £5…

What’s the most amount of money you’ve found while doing laundry? And what did you do with it?

£10 note in my husband’s jeans – I gave it back to him…of course I did ;)

EXCERPT - Finding Justice

Cat didn’t want the gentle caring lover who worried about hurting her, worried about being her first. That was before. She’d been with other men since and today she was a grown woman. Exhaling as his teeth nipped at her neck, she relished the erotic pain mixed with pleasure as it washed over her senses.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered. “All of you.”
Drawing away from him, she inched back until she sat upright against his groin. Feminine power roared through her blood as the delicious feel of his erection through his jeans touched her naked thigh. With her gaze locked on his, Cat slowly unbuttoned her blouse. His eyes widened and his jaw grew tight as she tossed it to the side and reached around to unhitch her bra.
She flung it to the side, her nipples tightening under his gaze. “Your turn.”
He sat up and their faces were barely inches apart. Lust swirled in his as hunger raged and desire burned. He clasped one naked breast in his hand, massaged it possessively, swallowing Cat’s shocked gasp with his mouth. Her arousal sky-rocketed and she fumbled for the hem of his t-shirt before roughly yanking it over his head. Their lips separated for seconds before reclaiming as they fell back onto the bed.
Her breasts and torso nestled against the soft brush of hair running across the middle of his chest and down his flat-board stomach. Her heart swelled and her mind emptied when he moaned her name.
He tilted her to the side so she lay on her back and Cat fell into his gaze, unaware of anything but him. The sexy lift at the corner of his mouth sent her insides into a girlish loop-the-loop as their connection slammed into place and locked. She fought the fear of it, the resistance; they were joined in finding their friend’s killer and they were joined in their anger and passion. They were joined.
However temporary, it didn’t make what was happening less tantric. His fingers smoothed over her thigh and she clamped her teeth together. His progress was tortuously slow, her body trembling with anticipation.
Silent understanding passed between them and Cat disregarded the emotional tidal wave rising inside her, threatening to destroy every intimate barrier she’d so meticulously erected since her mum’s demise. This was Jay. Her Jay. He wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t ask for more than she could give. She was safe. She swallowed, safe as a wooden house in the line of a smoldering fire.

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Thursday, 26 March 2015

Welcome Carina Press author, Anna Richland...

The Second Lie (The Immortal Vikings #2)
by Anna Richland



A woman desperate to achieve her dreams.

To reassure wealthy clients, Christina Alvarez Mancini invented a jet-setting British owner for her Napa Valley wine collection service. Success has brought her close to buying her own winery, when irregularities at a London wine auction threaten her business.

A man in love with a good plan.

Stig, an immortal Viking thief, knows he’s found the perfect role. The California woman who created his character won’t discover what he’s up to in England until after he’s pocketed the money he needs. Then Christina walks into the auction preview, ready to ruin his plans, and he knows his boredom has ended.

Secrets that turn deadly.

By the end of the night, these two rivals must cooperate to escape kidnappers, British authorities, media and a pair of mysterious watchers. That’s when a game Stig’s played for a thousand years puts Christina’s life at risk.

Can two people whose identities are based on lies trust each other enough to survive?

EXCERPT (Exclusive Excerpt):

The adrenalin rushes of multiple escapes, and the intimacy of a fine French dinner, went to Christina’s heads. At least that’s what she tells herself after she acts completely, crazily, madly out-of-character on the hood of a car behind the restaurant.

He cleared his throat lightly before he broke the silence. “What say you we go a little faster next time?”

“Next time?” She was covered on unintentional pregnancy, but they hadn’t used a condom. “We shouldn’t have—”

His finger pressed lightly on her lips, stopping whatever she was going to say. She didn’t actually know herself. “Give it a rest.”

He was right. The tingling satisfaction all over her skin agreed.

“Tomorrow, after you’ve had a sleep, and we’ve got off three or four more times and you’re unable to walk without thinking about me, then we’ll talk.”

“Really?” She snorted, but at the same time she had to put a hand on the car to keep her balance when the promise in his words registered in her trembling thighs. “Three or four more times? That’s a bet I should take.”

“And I think this is a car we should take.” He patted the spot on the hood that she’d just vacated. “Late enough it won’t be missed until morning. We’ll be holed up in Belgium by then.”

He bent to the bag he’d dropped when he’d tossed her on the hood, and then in a repeat of his trick on the train he had the door open and was helping her in like a valet parking attendant. Minutes later he was backing out and cruising down the dark alley.

Stig’s efficiency at car theft chased the endorphins from her brain. She’d noticed him across the clichéd crowded room, flirted when she should have turned him in, admired his package in tights and a dress, and had the wildest sex of her life ten minutes ago, but he wasn’t someone she should trust. Screw, yes. Trust, no. He was a con man and a thief, not a lover.

He shifted gears as they approached the highway. His hand rested casually on the transmission knob, a study in masculine veins and shapes, blunt fingers and fine blond wrist-hairs. Minutes ago that hand had been all over her body, those fingers had been inside her.

“Sit still.”

“I’m not—” She’d been wiggling in her seat and fidgeting with the shoulder belt. Trying to find spots where nothing rubbed her skin.

He slammed the shifter to fifth, and the flat dark fields and occasional houses of rural France passed faster. Inside the car’s cocoon, she could hear him breathe. Hear the barely audible scrape of his thumb across the cotton shirt as he opened another button at his collar and the slightly louder slide of his pants on the seat fabric as he hunted for a position.

The stretch pants were hot and stuck to her sweaty legs, and she wished she could clean up the dampness in her panties. Every time she changed position, she caught the smell of sex. Three or four more times, he’d said. Where did a woman buy condoms in France?

She needed to stop thinking about sex. But everything made her think about sex. Her body knew what they’d done, and the conflicting messages surging through her system added confusion. Her soft places were sensitized and wanting, but her usually stiff shoulders slumped as if she had no muscles in her upper back. She couldn’t find a way to sit that didn’t increase her awareness of the stickiness between her legs.

“Please, for the safety all passengers on the road, quit writhing in your seat like you have a vibrator over there. Or I will park this bloody car and haul you across the gearstick and take you hard and filthy on my lap, then haul you out and fuck you on the bonnet in sight of whatever nocturnal creatures populate this corner of Flanders, and we do not have time to do that properly right now.” He blew air out in a loud sigh, as if trying to lower his voice. “So please could you sit still.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Anna lives with her quietly funny Canadian husband and two less quiet children in a century-old house in Seattle. The perpetual drizzle is a good excuse to drink more coffee. She’s a former US Army officer who now writes The Immortal Vikings series from Carina Press and also the author of His Road Home, a novella which Publishers Weekly called “Tantalizing … a raw, emotional story” and the website SmartB*tchesTrashyBooks gave an A rating.

She donates a portion of her book proceeds to two charities: the Fisher House Foundation, which provides housing for families of wounded soldiers in the US and Great Britain, and Doctors Without Borders, which delivers emergency medical care in more than sixty crisis zones world-wide.

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Tuesday, 24 March 2015

CRASHING INTO LOVE by Melissa Foster

Only one woman could hurt ultra-alpha bad boy Jake Braden.
Only one woman can heal him.
Fiona Steele has arrived…
Fiona Steele has a great career, strong friendships, and a loving family. To an outsider, her life appears happy and fulfilling. But the one thing that’s missing is true love, and the only man Fiona wants is the one she can’t have, sinfully handsome and seductively intense Jake Braden—the man whose heart she broke, which she has regretted ever since.
As an LA stuntman, Jake Braden’s at the top of his game. He’s hired for all the best movies, hooks up with the hottest women, and lives an unencumbered lifestyle where his needs come first—and where he doesn’t have to examine his life too closely. Except when he visits his family in his close-knit hometown of Trusty, Colorado, where he spends his time avoiding Fiona—the only woman who knows who he really is.
When Fiona’s best friend is hired to act in Jake’s movie, Fiona jumps at the chance to try to win him back. There’s no denying the white-hot attraction burning between them. With every encounter, Fiona hopes Jake can’t resist falling back into the love they once shared. But her well-orchestrated rendezvous doesn’t go over well with the brooding heartthrob. Living in the fast lane is perfect for a guy who’s buried his emotions so damn deep he’s not sure he can remember how to feel—and he’s not sure he ever wants to.

About Melissa Foster
Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes contemporary romance, new adult, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the  World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on  Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine. 
Melissa hosts an annual Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
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Sunday, 22 March 2015

Out Now - Cowboy Up 2 Boxed Set!

Saddle Up with the best-selling authors who brought you Cowboy Up... And fall for Six more Cowboys ready to steal your heart!

Good Ride, Cowboy by Allison Merritt

Sometimes all you need is one good ride to clear your head.

Thanks to her ex-boyfriend, Sommer Allen's life is in shambles. She's headed home to Courtland, Texas for her sister's wedding, but when a quick stop a gas station ruins her plans, she's left stranded and at the mercy of a handsome cowboy.
Perry Glidewell is on his way back to Texas after winning another championship in the arena versus a bull. When he finds Sommer having a meltdown in the middle of a parking lot, he knows he can't leave her alone. Since her hometown is near his, it makes sense to hit the road together.
Sommer never imagined falling for a cowboy. His manners and gallant attitude win her over quickly, but with her future uncertain, she's not quite willing to give her whole heart to Perry. He'll do whatever it takes to break the walls around Sommer's heart, because beneath her tough-talking exterior, he sees she's the type of Texas girl he's always dreamed of.


Perry opened the door. “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to steal my truck?”
She glowered. “Of course not. You snore. I thought I'd be able to sleep out here. I was asleep, until I turned a little and set off the alarm. I'm so sorry.” She handed him the keys and knocked something off the dash.
A lacy bra landed on his bare feet. His gaze shot straight to her chest. Sommer's t-shirt was tight around her breasts and her nipples made perky bumps in the material.
Perry clenched his teeth. Of all the damn things to notice. He bent down and picked the bra up by the strap. “Think you lost something.”
She snatched the bra out of his hand. “You try sleeping in one of these.”
“Not really my style, sweetheart.”
“It's not like I have a garment bag to store it in. Anyway, you snore really bad. It's like the cross between a wood chipper and a rabid lion. I can't spend the rest of the night listening to you.”
“You could have woke me up instead of alerting the whole world to where we are.” He shook his head. “You're one strange lady.”
“Am not.” Her lower lip slid out and she folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up higher.

About Allison Merritt:
A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town  in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she's not writing or reading, she hikes in  national parks and conservation areas.
Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that's gathering dust after it was determined that she's better at writing fluff than hard news.
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Cowboy in Waiting by Leslie P. Garcia

She’d buried a hero. She wasn’t looking for another. But her cowboy in waiting was far from a hero…
Bury enough dreams, and you’re bound to grow up.
Diana Salas Chester is a rancher’s daughter and a hero’s widow. There isn’t a lot she can’t do, from raising her daughter Gwen to facing down the loss of dream after dream. And then a birthday celebration goes wrong, and Diana winds up in Border Patrol Agent Ray Bennett’s bed.
Not many of her acquaintances approve of Ray “Baby” Bennett. But is he just the cowboy she’s been waiting for? Ray Bennett spent his life running away from the demands of his cowboy brothers and the ranching life. So when he wakes up in bed with his Border Patrol partner’s sister, he doesn’t want the complications. But suddenly the choice isn’t his to make.


Across from him, Di straightened in her chair. He looked her over appreciatively. The halter dress she wore plunged deeply, the icy blue contrasting with a smooth, even tan that went enticingly lower than he would have expected. Compassion headed toward desire. Hell, toward lust. Maybe if the night went suddenly better…
She tilted her head a little, then shook it. “You…what kind of car do you drive?” she asked abruptly.
“Yellow Corvette.” He waited for the gleam of appreciation.
“Then you’re the idiot in the yellow car!” She closed her fingers around her drink glass so hard he thought it might break, and gulped half the drink before slamming it down again.
“I will never forgive Rachel for this—this nightmare! My best friend? How could she set me up with some stupid, stuck-up, oversexed jerk in a yellow car? Damn you, Rachel!”
He gaped for a moment, then slowly closed his mouth. “Just one thing,” he asked. “Who’s Rachel?”

About Leslie Garcia:
Leslie P. García grew up lost among a crowd of six siblings and a menagerie that included more than twenty horses and ponies, uncounted dogs and cats, possums, raccoons—even a lion and monkeys. Then she moved to Texas, fell in love, was disowned—and embarked on her real adventures, raising 4 children, teaching hundreds, and loving 9 grandkids through forty years of marriage. The fabric of that colorful life has always been writing. In A Cowboy Heart, Leslie celebrates two of her passions—cowboys and the ever present chance at redemption in spite of past mistakes. Leslie loves hearing from readers and can be found all over cyber space, including these places:

The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir

Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle…
Johnson O’Neill joined The Heartsong Ranch to escape his addiction. One night at a friend’s wedding, stress causes him to fall off the wagon and into the arms of the woman of his dreams.
Debra Donahue lost her husband to alcohol then pulled herself up by her bootstraps becoming a million-dollar selling real estate agent. One night with a sexy cowboy and a bottle of whiskey, Debra falls hard.
Can an alcoholic cowboy and a brokenhearted woman find love despite their fears? Or will the bottom of a bottle claim another happily ever after?


“I don’t drink, but could use a strong one, right now. Not this sissy stuff.” He lifted the glass to his lips, downed the contents, and shoved his now-empty champagne flute away before he leaned in toward her. The smell of alcohol on his breath hinted that he’d already had too much to drink. “Know anyone around here with some whiskey?” The dark sapphire of his eyes chilled her. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. “I’d even share.” His voice deepened and became husky with his offer and she shivered.
“I don’t drink with men I don’t know.” Debra stuck out her hand. “I’m Debra, and you are?”
The man grabbed another glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and guzzled the drink in one swallow. “The name’s Johnson O’Neill. Now about that whiskey.” He reached out and drew her up to standing then tugged her in close to him. Wrapping his arm around her back, he moved her body in a slow two-step motion.
Debra gazed into his eyes. “You don’t have to seduce me for the whiskey.” She stepped out of his embrace and put her hands on her hips. She frowned.
“That’s not why I drew you into my arms. You were tapping your foot when I arrived—and I thought you might like a dance. A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be sitting alone.” He stretched his palm out again in a plea.

About Melissa Keir:

Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.
As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America, Mid-Michigan RWA Chapter, and EPIC. She is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. 
Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a movie reviewer, an owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.
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Cowboy in Trouble by Autumn Piper

A cowboy on the run and a girl on the rebound make for a messy fling.

Colby may be having the worst day ever. He wakes up at gunpoint, “hired” by a stranger to do a new job he doesn’t want. Worried the load he’s hauling is contraband, he walks off the job once he’s out of sight of his new employer. Running may not be his best plan, but he needs time to find a way out of this mess.
Delta’s day starts off rough when her pickup stalls on the side of the road. Lucky for her, a handsome cowboy comes along and works mechanical magic on the poor old truck. They strike a deal: he’ll help her out around the farm in exchange for a place to lay low for a few days. He turns out to be handy in all the right ways. A real keeper…not that she’s interested in keeping a man right now. She can afford a rebound fling, but nothing more.
Besides, once Colby gets rid of the crime boss breathing down his neck, he’ll hit the trail. A rodeo circuit cowboy from Oklahoma wouldn’t want to stick around on a little farm in Colorado. Or would he?


The door across the hall opened and by the time she turned around, Colby stood there in nothing but a towel. Hubbahubba, a very small towel, since she kept her nice big ones downstairs and hadn’t remembered to provide him one.
Um. Dripping, mostly naked, and looking as surprised as she felt… Wow. Those shoulders looked even better without a shirt. He had the prettiest eyes. Did guys like their eyes being called pretty? Whatever. Nice green-gray. And oh, how she’d appreciate a wardrobe malfunction right about now, just a little slippage of that towel. Although the healthy bulge beneath might not allow it to slip far.
“Er,” she answered ever-so-intelligently. “Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he said at the same time. “Forgot my bag in here.”
Caught leering. Her face must be flame-red. “Thought I had time to make up the bed for you.”
“I’ll just…” He indicated his bag on the floor by the window.
“Oh. Sure.” She stepped aside so he could get to it. Lord, please grant us a wardrobe malfunction...
He picked up his bag without the towel slipping, although she had to say it had soaked up water in some prime spots and clung just right.
As he passed by her, he paused, and she tore her eyes away. Reluctantly. God. Her mother had definitely taught her it was rude to stare. The poor guy probably worried she’d attack him in the night. He was hot enough, it had probably happened before.
“Ditto,” he said.
With his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over her chin. “Whatever you’re thinking, right back atcha.” Looking up into his eyes was like riding the downhill part of a rollercoaster. Her heart screamed Weeeee!

About Autumn Piper:
Born and raised in itty-bitty Rifle, Colorado, Autumn Piper studiously avoided trouble…but is now inclined toward it, particularly in her novels. She thinks the best things in life are funny, and the runners-up, romantic.
An admitted carb addict, Autumn writes, edits, manages two teenagers, two cats, a box turtle with a huge personality, one husband and many supersize houseplants, and does the cooking and cleaning when forced to.
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A Cowboy’s Heaven by Sara Walter Ellwood

From the hell of lost love, can they find heaven together?

Katie Chester is alone in the world. After losing her husband and then her parents, she’s left to run Heaven, a thousand-acre ranch encompassing nearly an entire Montana mountain. She rents out a suite of rooms, but ends up with a boarder who shakes her to her foundation.
When Pennsylvanian ex-Army doctor Collin Kirkpatrick lost his wife a year ago, he lost his world. He needs to escape the pain, and where better than in an isolated town in the West? He answers an ad for resident doctor in Evansville, Montana, but is surprised to find Heaven and the angel residing there.
But can they leave their grief and pain in the past to blaze a new path into the future?


He smirked at her as he sat beside her on the hay bale. “You’re laughing at me.”
“Not at all. You’re actually a pleasant surprise, Dr. Kirkpatrick.”
“I hope in a good way.” He winked at her and quirked his lips up into a lopsided smile, then turned his attention fully on the cow and calf, and leaned over his long legs with his elbow planted on his knees.
The calf suddenly lurched herself onto her back feet and Collin grinned from ear to ear. “She’s a beauty.”
Dear God, he more than surprised her, he overwhelmed her, and yes, it was in a good way. A very good way.
Katie let out a breath and violently shivered. He picked up the discarded blanket and pulled it over her legs. “You’re going to catch your death. Were you out in this cold all day?”
She nodded and swallowed. No way could she tell him that the sensation had nothing to do with the cold, and everything to do with him.
With a deep breath to steady her racing heart, she watched as the calf latched onto one of her mother’s teats and started sucking with loud, hungry pulls.
“We can go inside in a few moments.” Sweet mercy, was that low, husky voice hers?
Collin only nodded as they watched the miracle of life before him.

About Sara Walter Ellwood:
Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published author and publishes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun

She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together?
All Madeline Harper ever wanted was to escape the tight fences of Black Mountain, Colorado. Nothing would stop her from pursuing her goals--not a devoted boyfriend or infant son. Leaving everything behind, she landed her dream job as a Western Girl jeans model. Her sister’s wedding is the only thing that can entice her home. What she learns upon her return shakes her to the core…and changes everything.
For the last five years Shan Ellis’ life has consisted of taking care of his son and being a cowhand on his parents’ ranch. He scarified everything to be a single dad. College. A career. Girls. Now, the one woman he can’t forget is back in town. Can he take a chance, and risk his heart, or steer clear and never know what might have been?


This is how Shan had always pictured his life.
Doing what he loved with his wife and children.
Like him, Mason lived to be with the horses and cows. Too bad his mother hated the cowboy lifestyle with a passion. Shan couldn’t forget that for a second. Madeline Harper had ripped out his guts once before—he’d be damned if he’d let her do it again. Even if she wore a mile-wide smile and looked as at home on the back of a horse, herding cows as well as any cowgirl she wasn’t happy here. He couldn’t make her love the life, their son or him.
His good mood faded.
Last night, Callie Donovan had all but mounted him on the dance floor. He liked her well enough, but turned down her advances because he couldn’t get his mind off the dark-haired beauty from his past. In the five years since Maddy left town he’d held onto to the hope she’d return.
He was a fool.
Nothing had changed. He wanted a family; she craved fame and fortune.

About D’Ann Lindun:

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought 
about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
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