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I’ve been busy at not getting much done, in the way of writing. I’m sure there are plenty of people who know how that feels. I’m praying that after this semester in school (oh yeah, definitely looking forward to a break after these past few months), I’ll be able to set more serious time aside for writing and less for studying. Trust me, I much rather write some fun books than research papers, lol!
I do have great intentions. I have started the third novel in the Casanova Cowboys series, and it might take a little longer to complete than expected. The Ryder in this one is pretty beat up, both physically and mentally (can’t give too much away here), and I’ve been doing extra research (shhh, it’s not for school, lol) to make sure I connect with readers. I’m hoping his character will really leave a mark in your hearts when he emerges 🙂
I am also hoping to finish the vampire novel I’ve been chatting up. I had a devastating blow when I lost a nice chunk of the book in some cyber void, and trying to rewrite something that I felt worked perfectly the first time around is more daunting than I ever imaged. This isn’t the first time I have lost work, but is the first time I nearly lost a completed manuscript less than two chapters away from being completed. Hopefully it will continue to come back to me while I’m trying to get a tech wizard to work some magic for me.
And to the exciting news…
Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys is coming out on April 4th and is available for pre-order now (Excerpts will be coming soon: www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys). I loved writing Mandy, the spunky red-head that knows just how to put her two men in their place. Brody was a pleasure-in all ways-and Craig’s soft side beneath his bristly front definitely makes my heart flutter. Be sure to check it out, and as always, I love to hear from my readers!
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Mandy Pearson has fantasized about brothers Brody and Craig Ryder for years. Problem is, Brody has never paid her mind and Craig wants nothing more than friendship. When the two brothers return to Ryder after the unexpected death of their father, nothing can prepare her to become the center of their hungry attention. Her excitement is overshadowed by the potent bad blood, caused by Craig’s ex three years prior, that still runs between her sexy cowboys.
From the moment he returns to Ryder, Brody has his eye on Mandy. The once-scrawny, redheaded tattle-tale from his youth has blossomed into a hot, young woman he desires more than a riled crowd at one of his concerts.
When Brody and Craig learn they are vying for the same woman’s heart, will the betrayal from their past destroy their chance of a future with Mandy?
Happy Sunday everyone!
Tomorrow is the exciting release day for Wild Mates: Dark Moon Redemption, BML 4. For those of you who’ve been waiting for Jordan’s story, it’s almost here! It is available for pre-order at Siren (www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption), and will be available for 15% off the original price. Don’t miss out!
In anticipation for WM’s release, I’m going to give away one copy (e-book) of Wild Mates tomorrow 🙂 Here’s the contest: Leave a comment to this blog post by noon EST tomorrow, February 25th, telling me what you love to read in a paranormal romance. Are you looking for sweet, happy love, or something a little more gritty and hard to earn?
I would love to hear from you if you’ve read any of the previous BML books (if you haven’t, it will NOT affect your chances of winning 🙂 ). Which was your favorite story? Why?
So I leave you with a brand new excerpt from Wild Mates, just a small taste of the battle Jordan faces between the evil inside him and the woman who he blames for it.
I look forward to hearing from everyone!
“May I use the bathroom?” she asked, the hyper-timid tone of her
voice pulling him up short. He took a drink of his beer and cast her a
masked glance over his shoulder. Her fingers knotted against her lap.
Her eyes fluttered toward him and just as quickly lowered to the floor.
He gave her credit. She knew how to play submissive very well.
“You haven’t been home all day,” she reminded quietly.
Jordan let out an exasperated sigh and turned to her. He eyed her,
banishing the urge to release her from the constraints. Cautiously, he
allowed his nudging wolf the chance to brush alongside hers for a
better understanding of her game. To his disappointment, he sensed
no deception. Instead, an unexpected tinge of innocence flowed
through her spirit. He narrowed his eyes on her, curiosity rooting deep
in his soul.
He crossed the room, drawing out the key to the padlock. After
separating the collar from the chain, he motioned to the bathroom.
Lilia ducked her head as she passed him.
“Door open,” he growled when she began to close it. Her gaze
lifted to him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He arched a
brow, lifting the beer to his lips. “You stole modesty from your
victims. You deserve none here.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her, making a point that he watched
every damn move she made, until she lowered herself to the toilet.
Even in his state of turmoil, he couldn’t bring himself to invade every
aspect of Lilia’s privacy.
Turning away, he began picking up tufts of foam and tossing them
onto the mattress, trying to ignore the faint throb haunting his cock.
The longer he ignored the attraction to his enemy, the calmer the beast
“I can help you clean up,” Lilia offered, stepping into the room.
Jordan flashed her a perturbed glance and pointed to the chain on the
wall. Lilia frowned. “I’m not going to try to escape.”
“I don’t want your help.” Jordan swept an arm across the room.
“This is what your help created.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the corner, making
quick work of securing her with the chain leash. Her stomach growled
as she lowered herself to her knees on the scrap of a blanket he
must’ve cast aside during the night.
Jordan kicked the roll toward her with the toe of his boot and went
about cleaning up the mess of his room.
“There are more wolves roaming the forest. They’re ruined
wolves, dangerous and feral. Eva didn’t finish reprogramming them.
They’re broken. They have no control. All they know is the hunt, the
bloodlust that consumes them until it’s slaked.”
Jordan tucked the splintered pieces of wood into the gaping
mattress, giving into his wolf’s curiosity about Lilia’s claim. He,
however, wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of lending her an ounce of
his physical attention, despite the growing desires churning in his gut.
He scented her musk, the subtle hints of her arousal after her acute
perusal of his backside. Her fucking wolf slinked closer to his, her
head bowed in submission. She knew her alpha and knew her place
with him. What disturbed him most was the reaction his spirit had to
His wolf coaxed her closer, offering her the comfort he did not
want to give her in physical form. When that damn beast reared up,
jowls pulled back from sharp white teeth, Lilia’s wolf quivered but
did not back down.
The spiritual standoff shook his thoughts.
“I’m not sure what Eva did to them,” she continued, her words
heavy with concern. “These are different than the originals. They’re
uncontrollable, which makes them extremely dangerous. Eva wanted
them to hunt the whites, but I think these will hunt anything.”
Jordan rested his beer bottle on the floor and gathered the fan
motor with its dangling wires and broken blades. He shoved it deep
into the mattress with a grunt.
“My sister has deceived me in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if
she was creating a new breed of were.”
There was an edge to her words, a tension that made his wolf
bristle in response to the beast threatening Lilia. Everything in this
moment wound together, making little sense to him but causing an
unnerving reaction within his soul. He stopped himself from turning
and giving her his full attention, jamming more foam between the
“I wish you would speak with me,” Lilia said quietly.
Jordan scowled silently to himself. Yeah, he wanted to say a few
things to her, things that he had no right to say after everything she
caused for him and Kasa. He wanted to acknowledge her arousal,
slake his own hunger, and forget the past.
Lifting the mattress onto its side, ensuring none of his deeply
packed contents came loose, he slid the mattress through the doorway,
lending the only sounds to the room other than her breathing and the
occasional rattle of her chain leash.
Jordan didn’t spare her a glance on his way out. He feared his own
sanity would be lost if he looked upon her pitiful expression. These
short stints in her presence wore on him more than the war with the
beast. His wolf recognized a sign so primitive that even he couldn’t
deny it, but he would.
He plucked out the two bundles of rope he’d bought earlier and
turned his attention away from the tumultuous thoughts long enough
to haul the mattress into the bed of his truck and tie it down.
There would be plenty of time to wage a new war between wolf