Rhea Regale

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Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 4

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!

xoxo

Rhea

Brianna’s Sinful Cowboys

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“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.”

Release Contest

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 🙂

Questions:

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!

xoxo

Rhea

Sneak peek at Summer’s Wicked Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 3

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 🙂

xoxo

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Excerpt

“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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