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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

www.bookstrand.com/briannas-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.”

The Romance Reviews Year-End Splash! Party

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!

www.bookstrand.com/summers-wicked-cowboysrr-cc-summerswickedcowboys3

Excerpt:

“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.”

Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys Now Available! (Steamy new excerpt!!)

What a wonderful way to get this weekend started.  Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 2 is now available at  www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys

Looking for a great way to kick back and relax, maybe heat up things a bit?  Here’s  a brand new excerpt to whet your appetite 😉

 

“It’s getting cool,” Mandy murmured, not wanting to move away
from the heat of Craig’s body. She felt leaden and complacent. Her
breasts reacted to the gentle friction Craig caused. Her pussy stirred in
the lazy pre-arousal state that often occurred when she spent time
alone with him. “I’m gonna get my jacket.”
She stumbled back, smoothing the skirt of her dress down from
the rumpled mess it had become from rubbing against Craig’s legs.
She swayed the short walk to the truck, all the while feeling Craig’s
gaze burning into her. The fiery trail scoured her as she leaned into
the truck and grabbed her jacket. Summer was brutal, but the nights
were cooling off a bit, leaving a chill in the air.
When she turned, she was surprised to see Craig standing a few
feet from her. Tentatively, she tucked her rebellious curls behind her
ear and tried her damnedest to force the sudden lump in her throat to
keep movin’ south. The hunger she sensed pulsed off him in
unrestrained waves.
He moved closer. It didn’t matter what she tried to tell herself
about their friend-based relationship. Craig was scorching her with
that heady gaze of his, as he had been doing for years. A short glance
below his belt left her dizzy and her mind rolling while her body
acutely reacted. Like a switch, he turned her so far on, her startling
fantasy of jumping him and fucking him mad in this field didn’t seem
too preposterous.
“That kiss, Amanda.” Craig stepped into her, his fingers sinking
into her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I’ve been wantin’ to
do that for years, but going to school in Arizona with you here…it
wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Mandy tried to find her breath, but air only filled her lungs
partway. Despite the unusually clean night air, she found it hard to
breathe, hard to think, and so damn easy to imagine. Thank you, beer.
“What changed now?” she asked, her voice hoarse and sensual.
Her body hummed like the nighttime insects all around them. Her
pussy grew wet and tingly. Her clit pulsed a familiar rhythm that
called for more than clothed bodies and kisses.
“Time’s too short to fuck around. I’m a semester away from my
master’s, and then I plan to return to Ryder for good.”
“And the rodeo?”
“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want to give it up, but I can
arrange to have you travel with me. If you don’t like it after a season,
then I’ll give up rodeoin’ and focus on the farm and the ranch.” He
tipped her head, bringing his mouth a breath away from hers. “I want
you so damn bad it’s been near killin’ me to stay away all this time.”
His words had no time to sink in before his mouth claimed her
with a hunger that lit her on fire from lips to mind to toes. He
controlled the kiss with each possessing sweep of his tongue,
plundering her mouth and feeding her breath. There was a tinge of
desperation behind the hunger, something dark and brooding and
quickly forgotten when his arm slinked around her waist and tugged
her flush to him.
Mandy moaned, delighting in the solid frame of his body against
her own soft dips and curves. His hands moved over her, exploring
her with no resistance, his kiss deep and desperate. His palms slid
down her side and curled around her ass. She moaned, and her arms
wrapped around his neck, and her fingers tangled in his soft hair,
feeding into his kisses until the very air she breathed came from his
lungs.
He hoisted her up with a soft groan, fitting the hard bulge in his
jeans against her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as
her back hit the side of the truck, forcing him tight against her.
“Amanda,” he whispered, cupping her head between his hands
and finally unleashing his restrained hunger. His hips rocked into her,
and she whimpered, the rough friction releasing a series of tremors
that threatened to rip her apart.
“I want you, too, Craig,” she whispered between possessive
plunges of their tongues. “I want you.”
* * * *
Craig held nothing back. He’d restrained his true feelings for
Amanda far too long to warrant caution tonight. He wanted her, all of
her, and he’d forever be thanking god if she wanted him in return. His
emotions were on the fritz, his only salvation coming from the sparse
time he spent with Amanda. She helped him clear his thoughts,
making one thing frighteningly clear. He loved this woman and would
not risk losing her for any schooling or rodeo.
The flavor of beer still lingered in her mouth, igniting a throb in
his jaw and a pounding ache in his cock. She tasted great. He bunched
up the skirt of her dress and pulled it over her head, tearing her mouth
away from his for a brutal moment.
She didn’t allow him the chance to soak in the sight of her flesh,
those wicked hips of hers rocking against his, the hot center of her
body sliding up and down his hard cock. She clawed his shirt up his
back and stripped it off his body, casting it aside.
When she arched against him, the warm, soft curves of her body
caressing the feverish flesh of his chest and stomach, he groaned,
grabbing her ass in his hands and spinning her away from the truck.
The swells of her breasts rubbed over his pecs, her quiet moans
echoing each slight movement.
Craig stumbled through the knee-high grass, blinded by the heady
desire flowing through their hungry kisses. Her hands splayed over
his back and trekked on either side of his spine, molding over every
small crevice in his muscles and each vertebrae of his spine, spears of
raw heat jolting in the wake of her path.
His toes hit the pads with the sleeping bags. Carefully, he knelt
down and settled back on his heels, coasting his hands along the
smooth planes of her back. His fingers tangled up in her hair, bringing
his hands around to cup her face. He eased back, delighting in stealing
nibbles from her bottom lip. His breaths came sharp and shallow, the
throb in his cock resonating through his body. Amanda’s hands
gripped his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist as she sat
firmly against his dick. Her supple breasts rose and fell rapidly, her
pants expelling from her parted and swollen lips.
Her shoulders shrugged as she leaned closer to him. The soft,
sweet fragrance from the silky strands of her hair filled his nostrils,
laced with the underlying hint of her arousal. Even in the darkness lit
only by the dazzling display of stars and a half moon hanging in the
sky, he felt the heat radiating from her skin and saw the deepening
color that painted her cheeks.
“Craig,” she whispered.

Teaser

I’ll be posting a steamy, tantalizing excerpt sometime this week. Don’t miss the preview to Wild Nights!