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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Screwing is Hard When You Get Older

It's not fair what aging does to the body when the mind still thinks that it can do what it used to. I discovered this little fact yesterday. I was so proud of myself for putting up a new cat shelf in the window that I thought I'd try putting up the new blinds I'd bought. New blinds because the cats, I have four, ruined the first two pairs.

This time around I bought bigger, sturdier blinds but I swear if they ruin these I'm going to go back to curtains. Anyway, I got everything out, studied the directions, and proceeded to get busy. Yeah, that wasn't going to be easy. I have bad arthritis in my left hand and now beginning to feel it in my right. Plus I was using a manual screw driver.

I could only screw so far before I'd have to give up due to the pain in my hands. Boy did that piss me off because there was a time when I could just about tackle anything. I'm not that old either, won't be 60 until the end of the year. But just that little defeat showed me what aging and arthritis can take away from you. I had to break down and ask my son-in-law to help me. Thank God he's a sweet kid.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

FREE! Big, Black and Beautiful

This only lasts one week folks so get it while you can at Coffee Time!


“Open up the door!” Tony waited about a minute, his patience wearing thin. He knew Shelly was inside, and he was pissed at her for making him come all this way. If she’d just answered the phone like a normal person he’d still be home in bed, getting laid by the hot chick he’d met at the bar. “Damnit, Shelly! Open the door before I break a window! I know you’re in there!”

“Go away!”

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. “No. Now open the door. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you answer your damn phone? I’ve been calling all day.”

Silence, before she said in a reluctant, slightly apologetic tone, “I turned my phone off.”

“Yeah, I figured that out after about a dozen tries.” Tony leaned against the door, frustrated and tired as hell. As soon as he’d found out that she and Peter had broken up he’d been trying to get a hold of her. As far as he was concerned she could do a hell of a lot better than a pretty-boy accountant who wore a different color sweater vest every day of the week.

Sweater vests for Christ’s sakes.

Ever since Tony’s best friend, and Shelly’s brother, Steve, had asked him to look out for her while he was in Iraq, he’d become her stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, but Tony had taken Steve’s request seriously. He’d kept close tabs on her.

“Come on, honey.” Tony decided to try a different tactic since his He-Man attitude didn’t seem to be working. “Let me in. I have to pee.”

“Go behind a bush,” was Shelly’s response.

“Damnit, Shelly!” So much for that, Tony’s anger was simmering too close to the surface for him to hold it back. “I didn’t come all the way here to talk to you through a door.”

“You shouldn’t have come here at all. I’m a big girl, Anthony. My brother had no right to ask you to babysit me.”

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew that he hated when people used his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated that Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn. By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him.

“Come on in Mr. Big, black and beautiful,” she said in that teasing tone she used whenever she called him that.

Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh, hell no, you’re not doing this, baby.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only three years younger than them, but she’d always been around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Oh Hell No!

Today was a busy day for me, starting with a doctor's appointment where I learned I've lost 12 pounds. When I first entered the office I couldn't help but notice a handsome, tattooed up bad boy (in my mind) waiting to be called to the back. He was called about one minute before I was, yet I was still surprised to see him sitting in a chair right next to the (gasp!) scale, where he would have a great view of just how high that damn thing could go once I stepped onto it. Took one look at him and said, "Oh hell no! I'm not gettin' on that thing while he's sittin' there in that chair!"  

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cover Reveal for Dark Menace MC!

You meet Rachel and Stone in Wild Marauders MC. The clubs have a brief connection but both stories are stand alone books with HEA endings. 
No Cliffhangers!

Pre-order available on 5/1


Erotic Biker Romance

Synopsis

Rachel walks into her sister's kitchen to see her brother-in-law getting roughed-up by some bad-ass bikers that he owes money to, and they want collateral until the loan is paid back or he's dead. Afraid that they'll take her sister, Rachel offers herself to Stone, president of Dark Menace MC. However, her history with the Red Devils, a rival motorcycle club run by Wildman, soon causes problems that lead to chaos and bloodshed between both clubs.

Rachel soon becomes a target when Wildman, who’s been looking for Rachel and her mother for years, decides that he wants her, but so does Stone. He's claimed the little hellion who's turned his world upside down and inside out, and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the monster who calls himself her step-father.

As turmoil surrounds life in the MC, Stone and Rachel struggle through their own journey of learning to trust one another while giving in to a fierce hunger that can only be satisfied in each other’s arms.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Discounted Books

I just marked the 5 individual stories down to 0.99 each! Available at Smashwords, Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and Coffee Time! 

Friday, April 10, 2015

Show it Off Saturday!

Head on over to Show it Off Saturday (link located at the left), hosted by Coffee Time Romance. Beginning at 9 PM EST (I hope that you're a night person) they will be posting information about my books and there will be a giveaway offered. I'll be popping in as well to respond to any comments and pick the winner of the prize. I hope to see you there!

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Big, Black and Beautiful Excerpt

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“Open up the door!” Tony waited about a minute, his patience wearing thin. He knew Shelly was inside, and he was pissed at her for making him come all this way. If she’d just answered the phone like a normal person he’d still be home in bed, getting laid by the hot chick he’d met at the bar. “Damnit, Shelly! Open the door before I break a window! I know you’re in there!”

“Go away!”

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. “No. Now open the door. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you answer your damn phone? I’ve been calling all day."

Silence, before she said in a reluctant, slightly apologetic tone, “I turned my phone off.”

“Yeah, I figured that out after about a dozen tries.” Tony leaned against the door, frustrated and tired as hell. As soon as he’d found out that she and Peter had broken up he’d been trying to get a hold of her. As far as he was concerned she could do a hell of a lot better than a pretty-boy accountant who wore a different color sweater vest every day of the week.

Sweater vests for Christ’s sakes.

Ever since Tony’s best friend, and Shelly’s brother, Steve, had asked him to look out for her while he was in Iraq, he’d become her stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, but Tony had taken Steve’s request seriously. He’d kept close tabs on her.

“Come on, honey.” Tony decided to try a different tactic since his He-Man attitude didn’t seem to be working. “Let me in. I have to pee.”

“Go behind a bush,” was Shelly’s response.

“Damnit, Shelly!” So much for that, Tony’s anger was simmering too close to the surface for him to hold it back. “I didn’t come all the way here to talk to you through a door.”

“You shouldn’t have come here at all. I’m a big girl, Anthony. My brother had no right to ask you to babysit me.”

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew that he hated when people used his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated that Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn. By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him.

“Come on in Mr. Big, black and beautiful,” she said in that teasing tone she used whenever she called him that.

Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh, hell no, you’re not doing this, baby.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only three years younger than them, but she’d always been around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Shake my way to good health

I don't mean exercise either. I hate exercise, always have, Mostly because I have a degenerative disease in my spine which effects my hips and legs, partly because I'm lazy. Well, hell folks, I worked forty plus years and only the last fifteen were spent at a desk job. Most of my working career had always been extremely physical.

Okay, got off the track a little. When I say I'm gonna shake my way to health I mean the health food shakes you can make at home in the blender. I'm in the middle of a mid-life crisis because I'm turning sixty at the end of this year, and my best friend has just been diagnosed with incurable cancer. Fact is I need to get healthy. I'm not dieting. Just eating healthier. Spent a fortune at the grocery store on all this kale, flax seed, yogurt, fruit and veggies, wheat spaghetti and thin sandwich rolls giving up what I love most, white spaghetti and bread. Any kind of bread, Oh, I also got a stack of those little round white pancake thingies that are good for burritos. I just stuff them with a little beans and rice, fiesta corn and jalapeno peppers.

I'm not going to beat myself up if I have a bad day either, and let the feeling that I might as well eat all I want because I've already ruined it by eating that bowl of ice cream. I'm not going to deny myself that juicy burger or pizza if the feeling comes over me. I'm just making healthier choices, burger without fries kind of thing, so I don't feel like I'm being punished.

I'm voluptuous, was born voluptuous, have spent about ninety percent of my life voluptuous and will probably die voluptuous. Who said you can't be voluptuous and not healthy? My goal, please God let me do it right this time, is to yes, lose some weight, and get off my meds. That's not unrealistic, is it?

It's been about a month so far and I feel the difference. I'm not going to let it go to my head though because I have a super long way to go. Honestly, I don't care if I only lose twenty-five or fifty pounds as long as I feel better and I get off the meds.
First health shake I've ever made. It tastes as bad as it looks. Well, it should. I had no idea what I was doing. Three cups of fresh kale, four tablespoons of organic flax seed and some other crap. lol I tried to blend it dry, didn't know you were supposed to add liquid to it. Finally added some milk. Forced myself to drink the whole thing down. Been picking kale out of my teeth ever since! Have gotten much better at it! Now I add fruit, ice and water, I find I like it better if it's more like a drink and less like a thick shake.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Sinful Delights by Shaunna Peterson

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It looked like an ordinary dinner among friends, but behind closed doors it was anything but normal. Luke and Samantha are husband and wife and they have decided to invite ten special friends over for dinner. A dinner that starts out normal enough, but in the end is erotic, carnal, dirty and down right sinful. With Samantha being the center of attention for this one night she is allowed to explore the darker side of her deepest fantasies. Being worshiped as a Goddess has its perks, even if they are sinfully delightful. Author's Website

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Easter Sunday Memories


First let me start out by saying that I hope all of you have a happy Easter weekend. I'm sure we all have wonderful childhood memories of what our Easter Sundays were like, going to church all dressed up in our new clothes, egg hunts, fancy baskets full of goodies, special dinners.

I have three fond memories of my Easters. When my hubby was alive and I worked I always took that Sunday off so I could make us a nice ham dinner, just the two of us. Earl loved to make home made split pea soup with the bone later in the week.

Another memory, believe it or not, was when I first discovered that the Easter Bunny was really my dad. During the weekends we were able to spend with him our bedrooms were upstairs in my grandmother's old farm house. He had a closet in which a curtain was used for the door. My sister and I got snoopy and discovered our huge, Easter baskets stashed in that dark closet. We never told him.

Then there was my first memory of getting ready for Easter when my daughter was little, it was to be her first one. Her daddy had come from a large family of nine siblings so you can imagine they didn't receive the expensive made-up baskets in the stores. He talked me into doing a basket for her in stead of purchasing a ready made. I can remember just tossing full bags of jelly beans, chocolate eggs, a bunny in the box, and those Marshmallow peeps still in the box, inside the basket on top of the fake grass. Her daddy got a huge laugh because I 'd left everything in their packages. Looked much better after opened everything up and spread it around the grass.

Share some of your memories.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Stone Hard SEALs by Sabrina York

TITLE: Long Awaited Stone Hard SEALs Duet—Get it now at a discounted price!
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Last summer, Hot Alpha SEALs took the book world by storm, getting rave reviews for this collection of scorching military romances, and earning spots on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists.
Ryder’s story was such a hit, readers asked to read Drake’s story as well. Here, now, for the first time, are BOTH adventures!
The duet (a full length novel) will retail for $2.99, but I wanted to offer it at a discounted price during preorder for those of you who have read Ryder’s story and have been waiting so patiently for Drake. This is a great deal as well for your friends who missed the Hot Alpha SEALs Collection and are new to this exciting read.
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rsz_1rsz_stone-hard-seals-web areSTONE HARD SEALS A Duet of Steamy SEAL romance by NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Sabrina York 

Book One: Ryder A hostage rescue mission turns Ryder “Stone” Maddox’s world on its ear when he comes face-to-face with his greatest fear: A woman he cannot resist. But he has to resist Lily Wilson. He’s vowed never to fall in love. Besides, as the daughter of a senator, she is definitely off-limits. Lily sees things differently. Irresistibly drawn to this hot, hard SEAL, she is determined to prove they belong together…and that her man does not have a heart of stone. (Originally published in the NYT and USA Today Bestselling Hot Alpha SEALs collection)

Book Two: Drake Drake Ronan is all man—a rock hard SEAL who doesn’t need help from anyone. Doesn’t need anyone. But when he’s shot during a dangerous rescue mission, and has to rely on a beautiful nurse to survive, he realizes he has to rethink his resolution. Suddenly he can’t imagine his life without Brandy in it. It’s a damn shame she has a secret that could ruin everything.

READ AN EXCERPT “Are you hungry?” He asked because her belly growled loudly enough to attract pirates on the mainland. “A little.” She licked her lips. “But I’m really thirsty.” He pulled out the straw of his CamelBak and leaned forward, holding it to her lips. He should have shuttled off all his gear and just handed the damn thing to her because when she leaned in close and he got a whiff of her, he nearly passed out. You would think a woman who had been held prisoner by filthy pirates for nearly a week would smell bad. She did not. She smelled like heaven. There was a light musky odor of sweat—it was hot in the tropics—but it twined with something that was essentially female. He’d never felt such hunger. It screamed through his soul. And, on top of that, their faces were close. And she was sucking on the nozzle. And fuck. He was a warrior. A trained weapon. On a mission. This was no time for a hard on. But he was hard. Damn hard. Her lashes flickered as she glanced up at him; she moaned as she swallowed. A shiver walked down his spine. Walked right down his spine and coiled in his balls. When she sat back with a sigh, he put the nozzle to his lips as well. Not because he was particularly thirsty, but because he wanted a taste of her mouth, while it was still fresh. What he really wanted was to kiss her. But she was the senator’s daughter and he was a grunt. That wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t. “Did…did you say something about food?” Damn lashes. Fluttering again. He had the urge to grab his Gerber and snip them off. He pulled an MRE from a pocket on his left leg, read the label, and grimaced. He hated the meatloaf. He should have paid more attention when he prepped his gear. He had more in his pack, but this would do for now. “I have this.” Her nose wrinkled as she studied the silver foil. Yeah. Wait ’til she got a taste. He ripped open the packet, broke off a piece, and handed it to her. It was messy, because of the gravy, but he didn’t want to unload everything to find an implement. They needed to eat and go. She took a bite. Her eyes widened. “Yuuum,” she said in an unconvincing tone. It was all he could do to hold back his laugh. “What…” She swallowed heavily. “What is this?” “An MRE.” “What does that stand for?” His lips quirked. “Meals Rarely Edible.” Her brow wrinkled, and then she laughed. And ah, what a laugh. A melodic trill. Some kind of sound he figured you might hear in heaven. “Do you eat these often?” “Not if I can help it.” He shoved a chunk in his mouth and fired it back. “But we have a long way to go today, and these have a lot of calories.” She froze, a niblette of mystery meat halfway to her mouth. “How-how many calories?” “About twelve hundred a meal.” She gaped at him. “Twelve hundred?” She glared at the meatloaf as though it were made of turds. Then again, it might have been. “And you gave it to me? To eat?” “Yeah. You’ll need it.” “Why didn’t you warn me?” She smacked him. It was like being batted by a kitten. “Twelve hundred calories is my whole day!” He grinned. He could burn that much with a good fart. “Perfect. It’s probably all you’ll get. Eat up.” “For twelve hundred calories, I could have eaten a cheesecake.” He looked around for the cheesecake. She shoved her tiny chunk of meatloaf at him. “Here, you eat it.” He pushed it back. “You eat it. We have a lot of ground to cover today.” “We do?” She tipped her head to the side. “Where are we going?” “There’s an island to the south.” He grabbed a stick and sketched out a quick map. “We’re here. At the north end of this island. And the secondary extraction point is here.” Her throat worked. “How will we get to the other island?” “Swim.” She paled. “I-I can’t swim.” It was probably rude to stare. But really? She couldn’t swim? Who couldn’t swim? “You never wanted to learn?” “Oh, I wanted to.” She sighed. “My mother was afraid I would drown.” “Not drowning is kind of the point of swimming.” “She wanted to keep me safe.” He didn’t miss the exasperation in her tone. “I didn’t get to do a lot of things. Which is probably why— And wouldn’t you know it? The first time?” She gazed at him as though she’d finished a sentence. As though he’d understood a bit of what she’d said. “Well, don’t worry. We’ll get you home safe. And then everything will be just the way it was before.” Her sudden frown mystified him.

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Today was my day! A long overdue pedicure, hair cut, and lunch. I also received a royalty check. Happy Friday everyone:)

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Release Blitz for 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!

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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.



EXCERPT:

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.



EXCERPT:

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. GarcĂ­a 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:

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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?



EXCERPT:

“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?



EXCERPT:

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.

“Ahem.”

“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.

“Huh?”

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?



EXCERPT:

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.

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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?



EXCERPT:

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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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

My Hometown

Some small towns seem to stay the same as progress moves on all around them. I'm from one of those towns, and though there have been a few changes over the years, they have been slow coming. China, Maine is still considered a small country town. Some of my favorite childhood memories are from there. A lot of my family still lives there. 

I wanted to share a few pictures of some places I am familiar with that haven't changed for as long as I can remember.

This is the China Post Office and though it might have received new paint and updated for people with disabilities, this small building has been the post office for as long as I can remember. I went into it the last time I was home and there was only one person running it.


This is China Baptist Church and it's still used today. It's located right across the street from China Lake, where Earl and I were married one summer. When my step-mom passed away my Dad donated a copper weather vane in her name. This little church has been in service for 213 years.

Town library. Used to be an old family house.
The town office. I was home one year taking care of my dad during his last months. Earl decided to surprise me by flying in to marry me. He stopped here for the marriage license.
This is the town fire rescue, which has always been voluntary. I can remember hearing over the scanner in my dad's kitchen when fire rescue was needed, they came out the morning I woke to find my dad had passed away in his chair. My cousin's son JR was the first one through the door and he came straight to me and hugged me while I cried. Will never forget that. I knew it had been hard for him, too, because he'd grown up around my dad.


The Landing. This place has been here forever! It used to be a tiny little place where you could get ice cream during the summer months only. Now they serve delicious food and ice cream and there are picnic tables where you can sit and look at China Lake.


The view from The Landing. In the distance across China Lake
 you can see the China Baptist Church


China Lake. When I was a kid the water was so clean. I can remember catching fish and ice skating there. These days I wouldn't go into the water without something on my feet, though.



Now I want to go home!