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Just a reminder, if you haven’t popped over to my Leah Blake website, be sure to visit (www.leahblake.com). I’ve been working on my Alternative Romance series for the moment, and there’s always something new and exciting happening. I’ve updated the Boys of Sinn Island page on this site, so keep up to date with all the upcoming releases. 🙂
I still have two Casanova Cowboys books to write. Landon and Colton will have their stories told. I apologize for the delay. I have not forgotten about my Ryders and they will make a reappearance soon. I’m aiming for 2015, but I have to see what Leah Blake has in store for everyone 😉
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On another note, the fifth book in the Boys of Sinn Island series is coming out this Saturday, October 11th. Here’s a small preview of what’s in store for everyone.
Jeremy Cortez and Dylan Hughes have been best friends for six years. Add in one week of intense intimacy when Jeremy finally gave into his desires for men, and there is nothing they haven’t done together.
All of that’s about to change when Jeremy hooks his hopes on creating a future with his current lover, who is also a regular guest on Sinn. As much as Jeremy wants something permanent, he can’t get over the guilt of leaving Dylan, or wash away the attraction he feels toward his best friend.
Dylan fell in love with Jeremy years ago, but has always kept his fierce emotions under wraps. When he catches Jeremy’s lover in the hands of two women at Breakers, his first and only instinct is to protect Jeremy’s heart, whatever cost to his own.
The cost is crushing, as Dylan and Jeremy find themselves fighting to save their friendship, and the unspoken love they hold for each other.
Jeremy started to step into the apartment, but Dylan shoved him back onto the stoop, following him out and pulling the door closed behind him.
“Are you fucking mad?” Dylan raked a hand through his tousled hair and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “You’re gonna wake my sister and her kids. You do that, and there’ll be hell to pay.”
“I’ve already paid those dues. I paid this weekend. The whole fucking weekend having to live with what I did, or what I didn’t do.” He rushed his words, desperate for Dylan to hear everything he had to say before he lost the chance to explain himself. Jeremy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under Dylan’s closed glower. The man stood before him in a pair of gym shorts and T-shirt, looking appealing and sexy to a degree that simply shouldn’t be legal. “I got home and you weren’t there.”
Dylan lifted a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “And you thought it was a good idea to track me down in the middle of the night?”
“Yes!” Jeremy reached for his shoulders. Ice crackled along his spine when Dylan leaned away from him. “Dylan, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I was a dick. I know it—“
“Hey, wait.” Dylan lifted a hand. “We’re not going to talk about this now. It’s almost two in the morning.”
Jeremy grabbed his wrist when he reached back for the doorknob. “No. We are going to talk now because I don’t want to go back to our apartment without you.” Jeremy wedged himself between Dylan and the door, forcing his friend to look him in the eye. The nearness to Dylan lit him on fire, a fire he no longer cared to fight. “I want you. I want you to come back home with me. I don’t want to be without you. I’m a fool for not seeing it sooner, but I’m seeing it now.”
Dylan licked his lips and looked away, his forehead creased. His mouth set in a firm line. His jaw ticked as he ground his teeth.
Good signs. All good signs.
Jeremy cupped the side of his face. Dylan twisted his head, pulling out of the tender touch.
“Please. Let’s go get a hotel room somewhere nearby so we don’t disturb your sister, and I’ll help you get everything out of here tomorrow morning.”
Dylan shook his head. “No.”
The hopeful grin that had been plastered to Jeremy’s face waned. Dylan looked at him, torment and stubbornness stirring in his eyes.
“No?” Jeremy repeated.
“You heard me, Jeremy.” Dylan sighed. “I’ve tried to be everything you could want, but even someone like me comes to a breaking point. That breaking point was when I saw how easily manipulated you were by that asshole. Six years of friendship. Six years of secrets. Six years, Jeremy, for a man you’ve known barely two months.” He gave Jeremy’s hand on Dylan’s wrists a pointed look. “When you won’t listen to reason, I’ve got to wonder about logic. I won’t leave myself vulnerable to be hurt like that again. Not by you.”
Jeremy’s soul wept, but he refused to walk away. “Dylan, don’t do this.”
“I didn’t do it.” The look Dylan pinned him with was as lethal as a spear in skilled hands. “You did.”
Dylan grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. Jeremy reached back and pulled it shut, fighting against Dylan’s resistance.
“No. We’re not ending six years like this.” The door slammed, rattling in the frame. He forced Dylan away from the building, down the handful of stairs to the landing. “I won’t let us end like this. Whatever it takes, I’ll earn your forgiveness.”
Jeremy dropped to his knees, hitting the concrete with a force he’d regret come the morning. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s waist, fisting his fingers in the man’s T-shirt. Despite the moisture hanging in the air, he could smell a hint of Dylan’s arousal and tried desperately not to notice the bulge in the shorts.
A very difficult feat by the size of the bulge and the nearness to his face.
“I know you want me. I know it, Dylan. I want you, too. Only you. No one else anymore. I’m done. I’ve had my fun. I’m over it, and I want to be where I belong.” Jeremy pressed his cheek to Dylan’s lower stomach. A thrumming energy filtered through his nerves at the intimate contact. “Right here.”
“Jer, let go.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
Dylan’s hands tangled with his as he tried to pry his fingers away from the T-shirt. “Jeremy. Seriously.”
Somehow, Dylan broke free of him, sidestepped his attempt to grab him again, and stormed up to the apartment. He disappeared inside the dark hallway. By the time Jeremy stumbled to his feet, his eyes stinging with tears, and reached the door, it was locked. He twisted at the knob and banged on the door.
“Dylan, please don’t.”
Happy April everyone!
These past few months have been hectic, to say the least. I apologize for being absent here, but my absence has been for good reason. If you are not friends with me on Facebook, click on my Facebook link and friend me 🙂 I’m active on my page with daily updates of upcoming events and works.
But while you’re here, I’ll give you a brief update. Most may know I’ve been heavily involved in school. Graduation is approaching…next week! This is the light at the end of the tunnel I’ve been striving for for over two years. The only thing left to do after I graduate is pass my boards and I will be officially licensed as a RN. It’s been a long, stressful journey, one that I had to constantly push my need to write aside for. I want to thank every one of my readers for your continued support during these months.
In addition, the fourth book in the Casanova Cowboys series is finally out. My sexy sheriff of Ryder has his story of heartache and rediscovery with the help of his best friend and a woman who will lead him to find love again. Rylan’s story is one filled with emotion, both raw and reserved, so be prepared for a wild ride 🙂
Landon and Colton will have their stories told this year, if all goes as planned. Right now, I started a new series, a M/M series that will be finished within the next few weeks. If this 5-book series is accepted, I plan to have it under a new name. I’ll keep everyone posted. I’ve plotted out a spin-off of this series that will remain under Rhea, a MFM series for those who love a good, hearty menage. I am also going to start writing a new trilogy that has been nagging me for weeks. Needless to say, there are many projects on my plate. Graduation couldn’t come at a better time 😀
I will leave you with an excerpt from my latest best selling novel, Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys. Don’t miss this deep, touching story!
Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys
“He’s a good man, Bree,” Jackson said, his breath caressing the side of her face. An airy kiss touched her cheek. “I’ve known him for as long as I can remember. I know him very well.”
“I don’t doubt that, Jax.”
“I know you’ve done somethin’ to him.”
Brianna’s serenity faded. She straightened off the comfort of Jackson’s shoulder and looked up at him. Jackson shook his head, his thumb strumming her lower lip.
“Yeah, you have, honey. He’s like a short-circuitin’ flip switch. The man doesn’t know which way to turn.”
The stitch between her brows deepened, her lips falling apart. She didn’t want to hear this. She fought to convince herself Rylan hated her to save her sanity. She loved Jackson, loved him with all her heart.
Until the big, bad sheriff came into her life.
“Why are you tellin’ me this?” Brianna asked. “We’re here to make that deal and we’re leavin’.” She stopped swaying, her hands dropping from his shoulders to his chest. “Aren’t we?”
Everything about his expression should have led her to believe he was genuine when he answered. “Yes, baby. Deal and gone.”
But she had come to learn Jackson’s expressions, and something lingered now that made her doubt his intentions. Would his loyalties to his friend, his old hometown that he never “fit into” become a conflict of interest?
“Jax, you know what this deal means to me. You know I need this promotion,” Brianna said.
“Bree, I know everythin’, but you don’t need a promotion to cut ties with your mother.” He touched her temple, followed by her chest. “Here and here, my love. That’s what counts. Be happy in your heart. Be sound in your mind. Don’t prove anythin’ to anyone, only to yourself and you’ll be free.”
He cupped the back of her head and laid her cheek to his shoulder once more. “As for Ry, let me just say that I think he’s got an eye for you like no other.”
“You’re up to somethin’.”
“Not up to anythin’. Pointin’ out a fact is all.”
She pressed her lips together for a long moment. “Really, Jax?” A short laugh escaped her. “I think I know you better than that. You’re simmerin’, and probably with those thoughts about threesomes we’ve joked about.”
His smile held a pronounced mischievousness. His eyes darkened, shadows casting through his expression. She knew that look, knew it meant he had something edgy and inappropriate, maybe even a little dangerous, coming together in his intriguing brain.
Her thoughts were disturbed when someone reached for Jackson. Rylan leaned into his friend, his head turned away from Brianna, and spoke close to Jackson’s ear. Jackson responded, his words muffled by the music. Rylan straightened up, shaking his head even as Jackson tugged him up to Brianna.
“I’ll be right back. Ry’ll teach you a thing or two about dancin’,” Jackson said. He pecked her cheek and sidled through the crowd, disappearing in a mass of cowboy hats, tank tops, and T-shirts.
Brianna shot Rylan a confused look, a rush of weakness pouring down her legs. He shrugged, holding out his hand.
“What do you want to know about country dancin’?” he asked. She glanced at his hand and recalled the strength in those fingers, the heat that permeated her flesh from his palm. Guiding her gaze along his bared forearms, the thick muscle and defined veins, to the bunched thermal sweatshirt at his elbow, she lost the ability to swallow. “Or do you?”
Her full attention flew up to his face, catching at his lips for a brief moment. He was watching her, those shadowed eyes peeling apart each molecule of her being in the most invasive and—god help me—erotic way.
“What are you willin’ to teach me, Sheriff?” Brianna asked, easing her hand in his. Her voice dipped, a sexual husk filtering into the last few words. Rylan’s lips curled ever-so-slowly, a seductive motion that demanded her full, unfettered focus. The shadow of a dimple formed in his left cheek, his fingers folding around hers. He angled his head slightly, his eyes narrowing enough to leave her heart racing in her chest.
“Some valuable lessons that come with bein’ part of Ryder.”
“Ryder the town? Or Ryder the family?”
Rylan led her in a slow circle under his arm. As she came back to face him, his smile had grown. She didn’t miss the sharp edge that accompanied it when his other arm slinked around her waist and brought her close.
“Both, Miss Cabot.”
Time to celebrate the release of Summer’s Wicked Cowboys! What better way to share in the celebration than to have a contest 🙂
So…here are the rules:
Time for a little treasure hunt. The answers to the following questions can be located somewhere on my blog or at www.bookstrand.com/rhea-regale. Post your answers in the comments. Note that the starred questions do not need to have exact answers, word-for-word 😉 The contest will end Sunday evening, November 10th, at 11:59 est. I’ll draw a random winner Monday, November 11 (Veteran’s Day).
The prize? $20.00 gift card for Amazon!
Here goes! Have a blast discovering, or rediscovering, Ryder 🙂
1.) What logo is on Carter’s shirt when Braden first sees him in the stables after his return?
2.) Complete the sentence: Lexi’s nose pressed against the __________________.
*3.) What does Mandy swear she’ll do to anyone who called her “Mandy May?”
4.) What is Carter’s endearment for Summer?
5.) What name does Craig address Mandy by?
*6.) How was Brent burned in his past?
7.) Which Ryder will have his story told in Casanova Cowboys 4?
*8.) What is the root of the bad blood between Craig and Brody?
9.) Carter left Ryder how many years ago?
And this last one to leave you feeling a little warm 😉
10.) Deeper and deeper, he worked the ________, touching areas inside her body she had only recently discovered existed for the purpose of pleasure.
Thank you for participating and good luck!
Happy November! Don’t miss the fun going on at The Romance Reviews this month. There are tons of prizes and awesome authors that’ll be hanging out and partying it up 🙂 One lucky winner will receive an e-book of Summer’s Wicked Cowboys during the month. Keep an eye out.
Oh, are you looking for that hint for the hangman game? Ah, I see. Very well. Here’s a brand new excerpt from Summer’s Wicked Cowboys, due out November 6th. Don’t forget to pick up your copy at the special discounted price through November 13th!
“I hope your family doesn’t feel the need to leave ‘cause I stopped by,” Summer said. Carter snickered and shook his head.
“Honey, the last reason they’d leave is because of you. The first reason they’d leave is because they can’t control their dicks.”
Summer’s eyes widened. She quickly put the bottle to her mouth and took a deep drink when Carter turned back to her.
“Brother, I’m headin’ out, too. No beatin’ down fences, got it?” Landon said. He pointed to Summer. “You take care of him, hear?”
He waved and hustled out the front door behind the trio. Carter turned his hand over and looked at his raw knuckles. Summer nodded. “So that’s what happened?”
“Something like that,” Carter admitted. Summer placed her bottle on the table and scuffed her boot on the floor. “I’m curious to know if you’re here for me.”
“I’m not sure yet.” Say no. Tell him you’re here for Braden. What a lie that would be. “Why’d you beat the fence?”
“Many reasons. Many you may not understand.”
Summer clenched her teeth as a stab of hurt and anger shot through her. She lifted her chin, straightened her shoulders, and jammed her fists deep into her coat pocket. Carter arched a brow, a hint of humor flashing in his eyes.
“Carter Ryder, I’m not gonna stand for bein’ left in the dark ‘cause you don’t think I’d understand. Get it out, and get it all out now, if you have any hope of redemption.”
Carter’s arms dropped. He stepped into her. “Redemption?” She stepped back. He advanced again. “Is there a chance I might be able to redeem myself in your eyes?”
“I–I didn’t say that.”
“No?” He caught her around the waist and eased her against him. God, why did she go to him without a fight? His rich chuckle left her knees weak. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”
His fingers brushed up under her shirt against the bare flesh of her lower back. A spark caught fire, that liquid flame filling her womb and hot juice seeping from her cunt. She struggled to get her hands free of her coat pockets, her heavy breasts pressing firmly against his hard chest.
“Maybe you heard wrong,” Summer said.
Carter caught her off guard when he claimed her in a kiss that slashed every reasonable thought from her mind. A long-suppressed hunger rushed her. She grew pliant in his arms, following the lead of his skilled tongue, indulging in a taste she had craved all these years.
When he tipped his head down and broke away from her mouth, she practically whimpered.
“Did I, Summer?” he whispered, his moist lips kissing a trail to her ear. “Hear wrong?”
“Maybe not,” she admitted, finally freeing her hands from her pockets. Paths of warmth and weakness flowed through her limbs.
“Good, angel, because all I want to do is take you in my arms and love you more than ever before,” Carter whispered against her ear, sending chills spiraling through her bones. She gripped his shoulders, hard-packed muscles she wanted to slide her hands down. The airy kiss of his warm breath made her tremble. “There was more to that night.”
It’s almost release day for Summer and her wicked cowboys 🙂
If you haven’t stopped over at Siren Publishing yet, here’s a sneak peek from the third Casanova Cowboys novel. Want something a little more spicy? Hot? Down right sexy? Check it out at www.bookstrand.com/summers-wicked-cowboys.
Oh, and don’t forget to stop back tomorrow for a brand new excerpt, a special little glimpse into the life of Ryder’s most controversial member 🙂
“Seems you know how to hold yourself around horses,” Braden said, dully noting that this particular mare was a skittish three-year-old who didn’t like anyone besides him. The man finished speaking, pat the mare’s neck, and turned.
Braden stared for a long moment. Oh shit. He knew the color of those shadowed eyes that stared at him in what appeared to be the same degree of shock that stole the breath from his lungs. Only when his coffee mug smacked into the dirt at his feet, the liquid splattering in every direction, did he grab hold of his bearings long enough to observe the man who was awfully familiar and yet a total stranger in the same instant.
Carter tugged off his cap and ruffled his dark hair, the wavy strands barely long enough to brush against his forehead. The overhead lighting highlighted a deep scar that etched along the man’s right cheek and upper lip. His eyes, when he finally looked up at him again, held a haunting mist along their bright blues.
Braden’s stomach knotted. His heart did a strange flip inside his chest. At one time, he would have delighted in the feel of his legs weakening and his cock swelling. Right now, he hated it.
Carter had no fucking business showing up in Ryder like this after what he did. None!
“Well, now everythin’ makes sense,” Braden groused. He reached down and grabbed his mug, ignoring the dirt clinging to the sides. “I’ll be back to check on the horses, since it’s obvious you know your way around here better than me.”
Braden spun on a heel and stormed down the aisle. He barely made it ten feet when Carter grabbed his shoulder and brought him up short.
“Hey,” Carter said. Braden whipped around and away from the man who looked so different, yet so much the same, as he had five years ago. There was a powerful air surrounding Carter, something dark pulsing along his being. It left Braden half breathless, half cautious. He had grown in delicious muscle, each fine cut and curve evident, despite the tattoo and cotton shirt. Thigh muscles strained against dark-blue jeans. His face held telltale wounds that gave him a mysterious, almost sharp, appearance.
Gone was the once carefree, jubilant rebel Ryder. A new man stood in Carter’s body, one that held more secrets, darker secrets, than Braden could begin to decipher. Not that he cared to do much deciphering after the bastard disappeared under suspicious circumstances without as much as a two minute explanation.
Carter rubbed the strong frame of his jaw, turning his face away enough to hide the scars.
Braden glanced down at the T-shirt, hugging Carter’s hard-muscled body. Go Army was printed in bold black block letters on a grey background. He narrowed his eyes, taking a moment to scour Carter’s bare arms. Light marks marred his tanned flesh, some new scars, some old. He got a better look at the tattoo of a gothic style cross nestled in a bed of black thorns and branches. A pair of dark-red hearts perched on the arms of the cross, Rosalin etched in beautiful calligraphy above the cross.
Carter glanced down at his arm and frowned. “Got it shortly after the accident.”
“Murder. She was murdered,” Braden muttered. Carter’s eyes shot up to him. Within a split second, the man he had fallen hard and fast for five years ago shut himself off. A mask of indifference slammed down over Carter’s face. His eyes became hollow, distant, and cold. “It might help if you acknowledge the facts.”
“You’re being a bit outspoken.”
“And I don’t have the right to speak out about that night? What the hell happened, Carter?” Braden growled, taking another step back to put more distance between them. “You bailed Ryder within an hour after your momma was killed and your father put a bullet from the same barrel into his own head. You ran the hell away from that, from all the people who gave a fuckin’ shit about you. You made the town gossip about your part in your parent’s death because of your actions.”
“There’s more to it than that, Bray. You’ve no idea what happened that night,” Carter said, his voice taking on a chilling edge. Braden snorted. He punched his fisted hand deep into his coat pocket to keep from punching Carter’s handsome face. This was not how he wanted to start his morning.
“Maybe you should let me in on the secret, you selfish prick. You weren’t the only one affected by the events that played out behind closed doors.” Braden shoved his dirty mug into Carter’s chest. The man tensed, not moving an inch. He lifted his chin. “What about me, Carter? What about Summer? You remember her? You loved her, didn’t you? You know what you did to her?”
Something cut across Carter’s face, but vanished behind ice as quickly as it appeared. Braden nodded once.
“Yeah, that woman had it hard for you and you fuckin’ left her like all the rest you flung aside once you had your fill.” Braden took one step closer to Carter and warned, “Stay away from her. You don’t deserve either of us.”
Braden spun around and stormed out of the barn, his blood lava hot with more than anger. Once in his truck, he slammed both hands down on the steering wheel and cussed.
Five fucking years have passed and that man could still set him on fire like he did when they were together.
God, why the hell did you send him back?
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I know I’ve been absent for the past few weeks, but I’m happy to say that I have my computer back after nearly a month without it. The bad news? My friend was unable to find the file/book that I lost, the reason why I’ve been without the computer. A bittersweet reunion, but at least now I can plow ahead and start working on the next couple books I haven’t been able to touch for a few weeks. On the agenda is the third and fourth CC books and rewriting that lost book of mine. Instead of trying to redo what I remember from the original copy, I’m going to start from “almost” scratch and go where the characters would like to take me this time around. I have to bury the long gone copy and move on. Sad, sad. And I’m sure many of you reading this can understand what it means to lose something to a hungry cyber monster’s belly. Bleh.
On another good note, the first semester of school is done. Only three more to go (or another 12 months, lol). However, I understand that the next four months will free up a bit more time than I had this past semester, which ended up being no time. Even my best laid plans didn’t pan out as I had hoped. Here is praying for a better schedule, more time, and some more interaction with everyone!
For those of you who enjoy parties, I’ll be participating in The Romance Studio’s five day-yes, 5 days!-Staying Home Party. I’ll be giving away winner’s choice of either Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys or Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys. Be sure to stop over and check it out. There’s a star-studded lineup of authors that will be hanging out for five days, sharing thoughts, excerpts, and just having a blast! http://trsparties.com
I look forward to mingling with everyone!
Good Friday Afternoon!
I’m thinking it’s morning, probably due to the coffee I’m still nursing into my body. The cooler weather didn’t help wake up the brain today. Hopefully the caffeine will 🙂
I sure hope everyone’s had a great week, and that you’re all looking forward to a relaxing, or fun, weekend. I’m sure trying to make the best of the school-free time I’ve got. Down here in Florida (I will not say warm because for us, it’s not warm right now), we’ve got the Florida Strawberry Festival going on full-swing. For those country lovers out there, check out the website (http://flstrawberryfestival.com/headline.html) for an amazing line-up of country singers. Justin Moore, Gloriana, Trace Adkins, Randy Houser…Oh my! I’m hoping to get up that way tomorrow and see some of the stars, and eat a TON of strawberries (I’m a berry lover). It’s quite a festival, so if you’re in the area and looking for something to do, drop by!
I think this festival is really revving up my excitement for the upcoming release of Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys, projected to come out April 4th. Brody is a rising country star making a huge splash on the music scene, but stardom doesn’t impress the born and raised Ryder gal Amanda Pearson, nor does it erase the bad blood between him and his brother Craig.
Although I’m all about juicy strawberry, berries aren’t going to fix the problems that arise between these three, even if they’re chocolate-dipped or shortcake-stacked (and really, who can be angry when indulging in some delicious chocolate-dipped heaven?). Ahh, sorry. I really have strawberries on the brain now. There’s no seduction by strawberries in this book, even if I’m seducing my taste buds at the moment. Hey, who knows what may pop up in the next book? There are still 4 more books to go, and things can get pretty crazy in Ryder, Kansas, especially on Colton’s ranch.
For those of you who aren’t following me on Facebook, Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys is now on Amazon, and should be available in print in the next few weeks. If you’re a Kindle owner, be sure to grab yourself a copy 🙂 It will be up at BN in the very near future as well.
Wild Mates (BML 4) has been riding Siren’s best seller list since its release February 25th! Jordan’s story is officially out, and I sure hope you all enjoy it! The violence isn’t as magnified in this book, although the effects of Jordan’s torture plague the story, and the relationship. Wondering how he and Lilia overcome the struggles of their past? WM is available (www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption) at a discount for a limited time.
I am hoping to finish up my vampire novel so I can start on the next Casanova story. The Ryder in this one is pounding to come out on paper, and he won’t be held back much longer.
Okay, so I won’t make you wait any longer. I did not leave a lot of time with the last contest. This one will be open from today until 11:59 pm (est) Friday, March 8th, and the winner will be able to choose one ebook of his/her choice either from the BML series or the CC series (Mandy’s will not be available for delivery most likely until the end of March). The contest is easy. Leave a comment on this post telling me what you like most in a paranormal romance and why. Your comment can be the type of paranormal (werewolves, vampires, etc), the tone of the story (lighthearted and sweet, or dark and gritty), but I really want to hear why 🙂
One last thing before I bow out. The cover for Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys arrived in my inbox this morning and I’m so excited to share it with you!
I look forward to reading your responses! Good luck!!
I have anticipated this day for a long time now. After taking time off to spend with the baby, I’m back in my writer’s chair, plugging away at one of the things I absolutely love to do: Write.
And today marks the reason why I love writing, and that’s to share my stories with you, my readers.
Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys, the first in the Casanova Cowboys series, is now available at Siren (http://www.bookstrand.com/lexis-untamed-cowboys), and at a 15% discount until February 4th.
I’ll be hard at work finishing up the edits for Jordan’s story (BML 4), and keeping my fingers crossed that CC 2 will be accepted by Siren. I’ve done light plotting for the rest of the CC series, but I’m currently working on a paranormal (yummy vampires) story to share with everyone. I’ll be keeping you apprised of progress in the undead department!
I hope you enjoy Lexi’s story with her sexy cowboys, Travis and Brent!
I’m hard at work finishing up the last little details on CC 2 and hopefully will have it in this evening. Yay! The exciting news is that Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 1 is due out January 28th from Siren (www.bookstrand.com/lexis-untamed-cowboys). It is available for pre-order, and there’s a 15% discount from now until February 4th (don’t miss out!). What better way to steam up pre-Valentine’s Day than with hot cowboys lovin’ a hot city gal in a hot menage romance? Umm, I’ll take some of that snow over here! Need something to keep the temperature down 🙂
I do not have a release date for Wild Hunts at this time, but will let you know as soon as I do.
And here, a brand new excerpt from Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys!
Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys
She lowered her gaze from Brent, trying to figure out the best way
to word her next nagging thought. “Um, how did you and Travis…”
“Ah, that.” Brent chuckled, a deep, husky sound that rippled
through her body and strummed her aroused core.
“Travis was under the impression I struck something in you last
night, but if you two are…well, you know—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her with a soft “shh.”
“You caught his attention when he picked you up off the side of
the road. First time I heard him piqued since we started our
relationship.” His hand smoothed back her bangs and cupped the back
of her head. Her heart stammered as he angled her face up to his.
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I could see why.”
“I would never have guessed that either of you held that type of
interest. You’re both so…masculine. You certainly have your pick of
“Doll, we’re as masculine as they come. Our relationship is not a
typical one. Nor is it a public matter. Miss Bess may have a suspicion,
but we try to be caught with a woman in town every now and again.
Most women are after Travis’s name and money. Me? I’m a bit jaded
when it comes to the fairer sex.”
Lexi’s hopes suddenly fell flat. “Oh. Is it about that time again?
I’d make an easy fling, being that I’ll be leaving when my car’s
Brent’s eyes narrowed on her. His face hovered a few inches over
hers, those kissable lips of his drawn taut. “Now what would make
you think you’d be a fling? I wouldn’t indulge in stories, and certainly
not my private life, if I wanted a fling.”
“The timing of the comment had me wondering.” She tamped
down the foolishness that rose heat in her face.
“If I were to kiss you, would the timing be off?” The hand resting
against her lower back slid to her ass and cupped one of her cheeks.
“Because I’ve been wantin’ to taste that mouth of yours since dinner
A split second passed before she felt the heat of Brent’s lips brush
against hers. The tease of a kiss tugged every cord in her body tight as
wire, vibrating in her womb. She slung her arms around his neck,
pressed her body flush to his, and opened her mouth to his kiss.
Brent explored her mouth with slow, lazy sweeps of his tongue.
He kissed away the soft moan that rolled up her throat, filling her with
the masculine, hot taste of him. She drank in the subtle flavor of
sweetness as the strength in his kiss consumed her mind.
Her body reacted like a set of fireworks lit in concession with
each other. She arched into him, pressing her heavy breasts against
the hard planes of his chest. The whisper of friction against her
nipples sent a spray of tingles straight to her clit. Moisture filled her
pussy, the warm itch spreading from her labia to her lower gut.
Pressing up on her toes, she tilted her hips, seeking a semblance of
relief in his cock bulge.
The skirt around her thighs bunched. Brent’s rough, callused palm
slid against her skin, a deep, rumbling groan escaping him to resonate
in her chest. His hand was strong, masculine, the hand of a capable
man. The unsteady release of his breath gave away his tenuous
control, his fingers splaying along her thigh, drawing closer to the
hem of her panties.