Month: November 2016

Author Spotlight ☆ Hell Yeah!: Her Hell Yeah Cowboy by Donna Michaels

her-hell-yeah-cowboy-600x900Years ago, he unknowingly rescued his soulmate, now she’s back in Texas and about to save his guarded heart.

 

Unlike his twin, Texas National Guardsman Sgt. Logan McCall would rather march barefoot and blindfolded through a cow pasture than date the same woman twice. After an active duty injury during a flood washed away his promising sports career and engagement years ago, Logan guards his heart more than his life until, fresh from deployment, he runs into a friend of the McCoys…literally. Hill Country’s newest resident is hotter than the wing sauce soaking into his shirt.

 

Mission on.

 

Graphic designer and carrier of misfortune, Chloe Davis is a danger to herself and those around her, so entertaining thoughts for the sexy cowboy wearing her hot sauce should be a no-no…not a hell yeah—especially considering he’s the guardsman linked to a horrible instance in her past. But when he turns out to be one of her clients, she can no more avoid him than the attraction sizzling between them. Chloe’s back in Texas determined to make a fresh start, and she succeeds in business but fails to resist the handsome soldier’s relentless pursuit.

 

But when he discovers her past, will he trust his heart or lose her forever?

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He glanced at the adorable woman riding shotgun in his truck as they drove back from the San Antonio store. Before they’d left the house she’d changed into a rust colored tank top and a pair of cut-offs, showing off mile long legs he immediately imagined wrapped around his hips. It made driving the truck difficult when all he wanted was to drive into the beauty doing her damnedest to become one with the passenger door. Logan’s lips twitched. It was as if she didn’t trust herself to be close to him. The ride to, and now from, the store for the paddleboard equipment went the same with Chloe hugging the corner.

“It’s okay, you know.” He glanced sideways at her and smiled. “I’m not going to jump you, so you can relax. You’re safe.”

Despite his desire, he’d never force himself on her.

A pretty blush rose in her cheeks but instead of shying away from the subject, she snickered and sent him a sly grin. “I’m more concerned about your safety.”

Damn.

He hadn’t expected that. A sharp thrill shot through his body. He really liked her openness. “Don’t be. Trust me. I can handle myself. I’ve been in plenty of dangerous situations.”

Her gaze clouded over and what little relaxation she’d achieved disappeared with the stiffening of her shoulders. “I just don’t want to add to it.”

For a moment he thought he’d heard her mumble the word again at the end of her sentence, but it made no sense. They’d never met before.

“You talking about that warning label?” He grinned at her as he exited the highway. “I never was one to listen to warnings.”

“Well, you should when it comes to me.” Her face was turned to stare out the window so he couldn’t see her expression, but there was no teasing in her tone.

When she didn’t elaborate, he decided to prod. “Why? It’ll take a lot more than food stains to scare me.”

More silence. She just shrugged and continued to stare out the window, until he turned onto his property.

A frown creased her forehead when she glanced at him. “I thought you were going to teach me to paddleboard.”

“I am.”

A brow arched. “Isn’t there usually water involved?”

He chuckled. “Yes.”

“So…we’re going back to the house, why?”

“Who said we’re going back to the house?” He slowed and turned onto one of the dirt roads that led the river. “The Guadalupe cuts through part of the ranch.”

The McCoys weren’t the only ones to enjoy the basin. Twice a year, in May and August, he and his brother got together with the McCoys and rode tubes down from Tebow. The May outing didn’t happen, but he looked forward to the one this month.

“Oh. You have river access.”

That was a loaded oh. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…didn’t know. That’s all.”

But it wasn’t all. He could feel a sudden tension rolling off her in waves. “Would you rather practice in the pool?”

Her brows rose. “Do people do that?”

“I’m not sure,” he answered honestly. “I’ve only ever seen paddle-boarding on rivers, and lakes, and the Gulf. But it’s water, so I’m sure people do. Why? Do you not like rivers?”

There was a rigidity to her posture that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. Then it dawned on him. Logan stopped the truck and put it in park.

“Chloe, look at me.” He reached across the back of the seat to lightly squeeze her taut shoulder. “Were you in a flood?”

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About Donna Michaels

It’s all my mother’s fault.

She read to me before I could read and opened up that magical world where I still reside today. Then came television and movies. Now I had three avenues to feed my imagination…and boy could I eat!

As you no doubt figured out, this lead to my writing career. After several starts in between having a son, twin sons then a daughter, I didn’t get serious until my youngest child entered 1st grade. Now, I’m multi-published with several publisher and self-published in e-Book and print with a ton of voices in my head. I love those voices! They helped me achieve award winning status, and become a New York Times and USA Today Best Selling author.

Hope they never stop!

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Pre-Order Available Now ✽ GODSEND (Hell Yeah! Heritage) By Sable Hunter

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Godsend (Hell Yeah! Heritage)

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Godsend is the first novel in the Hell Yeah! Heritage series. If you ever wondered where those McCoy men came from…these historical novels will take you to their beginnings. Deeply sensual stories of romance and adventure, they will capture your imagination and your heart. History is definitely worth repeating. 

Thrust from his home, Austin McCoy travels west to build a new life for himself in the wilds of Texas. Civilization has not yet arrived to the wilderness where he settles and his nearest neighbor is more than two days’ journey through Indian territory alive with bear, cougar and wolves. While difficult, carving out an existence amidst these dangers is not what weighs heavily on his heart. With nothing and no one to share his days, Austin is lost. The answer to his prayers comes from a very unexpected source… 

Jolie Dumas has also been torn from the only home she has ever known. The beloved daughter of a plantation owner and his quadroon mistress, she is horrified to be sold into slavery after the death of her parents. Bought and paid for, she is chained and walked from New Orleans to Texas. Before she can be delivered to her master, the slave trader is killed and Jolie escapes. Alone and vulnerable, she seeks a safe place to hide, not knowing the sanctuary she finds may end up being the one place she truly belongs. 

When Austin opens his heart and home to the beautiful woman, he has no idea the future she faces. Knowing what awaits her if anyone finds out the truth, Jolie hides her identity from him. Having been betrayed before by those she trusted, she has no idea that in Austin’s eyes she could not be more perfect. 
She is his Godsend. 

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“Come on, Sandy. Time to lock the door and call it a night.” Austin McCoy urged his dog to join him inside. “We’ve had a hard day. Time to rest.”

The big hound stepped over the threshold, making for the hearth and flopping down in his usual spot.

“We made good headway today. I think we’ve cleared another acre, soon we’ll have enough room for a few more cows.”

Sandy’s only response was to roll over.

“Are you hungry? I’ll hang this pot of stew over the fire to warm it. Tomorrow, I think maybe we’ll put some corn in the coals to roast.”

Austin’s voice rang in the empty space. Taking off his hat, he chunked it on the table. Yes, he was going crazy. The only live creature he had to talk to was his dog and Sandy was a poor conversationalist. He sank down in a ladder back chair with a cowhide bottom and let his gaze rove around the small log cabin he’d built with his own two hands. “Home, sweet home.” The simple dogtrot structure was made from pine logs he’d cut and stripped of their bark. After he’d peeled them smooth, he’d notched the logs on the corners, then set them together, filling the cracks with a mixture of red clay and pine straw. This humble abode was nowhere near as fancy as the home he’d left in Tennessee, but Austin was no longer welcome in his family home. After his mother died, his father had remarried. When his young wife’s wandering eye had fallen on Austin, his father quickly decided it was time for his only son to venture west and make his own fortune. Stephen McCoy had given Austin his inheritance early, wishing him well and sending him on his way.

The lure of adventure was strong and the prospect of his own land in the rich territory of Texas had been some consolation for walking off and leaving everything he’d ever known and held familiar. Now, six months since he’d broken ground six miles south of the spot the Indians called Red Mound, he was fast beginning to regret the decision. Hard work and the dangers he encountered daily were not the cause of Austin’s deep depression. No, it was the isolation. The loneliness. The complete and utter void that seemed to surround him, made Austin want to throw his fists in the air and rail at the heavens. What he wouldn’t give for someone to talk to, someone to hold at night–someone to love.

Austin longed for a wife.

How many nights had he lain alone in his bed and ached for release? He’d not been with many women, but since becoming a man he’d not gone so long without feeling the sweet relief that only a woman could give. And what scared him more than anything, was that there was no end in sight to this exile. Months and years of loneliness stretched before him. How would he endure it? Where would he find a wife in this wilderness? He’d made the long journey to Nacogdoches, only to find women as scarce a commodity as silk. And if there was one, he was no prize. His mind returned to his home in Tennessee, the women he’d courted, the plans he’d made. All of that was gone. What did he have to offer a lady?

Only love, only to be cherished.

Running a frustrated hand through his long hair, he stood up in disgust. “No use wishing for something I can’t have, is there boy?”

Feeling rested enough to feed his hunger pains, Austin hung the cast-iron pot on the hook over the flames. While he was there, he stoked the fire and added another log. Sandy raised up and cocked his ear. “Did you hear something outside?” Austin grew still to listen also. He heard howling in the distance, but nothing out of the ordinary. “Just that big old timber wolf and his pack, nothing unusual.” Sandy lifted his nose to take a whiff, giving Austin a long look from his limpid brown eyes.

“You want to check it out?”

Just voicing the question gave them both a jolt of energy. The dog and man both rose to head for the door. Austin picked up his rifle, just to be on the safe side. “Let’s go see what we can find.”

…In the small lean-to, full of tools, Jolie nestled down in the straw. She was scared and hungry, but at least she had shelter of a sort, enough to give her a chance at a few hours of sleep. The scratches on her body made her feel raw and achy. As she closed her eyes, the sorrow in her heart knew no bounds. With no food, no money, and nowhere to go, Jolie didn’t think she would make it. She’d tried to find some berries to eat, to no avail. The only sustenance to be found was the raw turnip she held in her hands, which she would attempt to eat as soon as she rested enough to have the energy. As she laid her head against the rough wood, Jolie tried to reason with herself about all that happened. What had she done to deserve this? Was she less than her Aunt Lisette or Grandmother Dora? Was she not a human being like they were?

Jolie hugged herself and tried to reason the mystery of slavery. All that her Grandmere and mother had told her, the whispers that she’d heard from Eula and her papa, all the things that she’d seen while at Oak Hill came back to her. The tiny cabins the workers had lived in, how they lined up for water and food to be doled out to them, the men who guarded them on horseback with dogs at their sides–all of the things that she’d chosen to ignore and not see. If she didn’t acknowledge the injustice, it wasn’t real. Closing her weary eyes, she knew there would be no more avoiding the travesty. The nightmare had become her reality.

…Sandy took off ahead, his nose to the ground. Austin followed closely, his rifle loaded and ready. Not too many days ago, he’d seen a panther. He had no wish to kill the big black cat, but it could take down one of his oxen, not to mention a full grown man. Austin cocked his ear toward the area where the three head of cattle were penned. There was no unrest, so he didn’t think there was a predator about. When they came even with the shed, Sandy veered over to nose around. The closer he came, the faster he walked, tail in the air. “What is it, boy?” Austin asked. “Something there?” He figured it was an armadillo or a possum, hopefully not a skunk. The last run-in the mutt had with a skunk, Austin had dipped him in the creek four times, scrubbing him with lye soap until they both could tolerate the stench.

With only the light of the moon to guide him, Austin drew closer to the shed where Sandy was now nosing his way past the door that had somehow been left ajar. Hearing the dog’s whimper, his curiosity rose to a high level. His animal wasn’t reacting the way he would expect if there was prey or some type of threat. No, Austin was confused to see Sandy’s tail begin to wag. “What have you found?”

Coming close, he pulled the door open a bit wider so the moon’s rays could filter into the near darkness. “What?” he whispered. At first he thought the intruder was a man. The hat pulled down over the face and the jacket obscured his view, but the long hair and bare legs sticking out from what appeared to be a dress of some kind convinced him otherwise. He blinked once or twice. Were his eyes deceiving him? Perhaps this was some kind of cruel joke that his mind was playing on him. This was a woman. Going to his knees, he knelt by the small trespasser. “Ma’am? Are you all right?” He shook her shoulder gently.

The touch jerked Jolie awake. All she could think was that Coffi or the bear had her. A scream erupted from her lips before her eyes focused on the face in front of her.

The sudden noise caused Sandy to bark. Austin sat back on his hills, giving the girl a little space. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Before, Jolie would never have thought to fight for herself, but after what she’d been through, having been sold into slavery, defending herself had become second nature. But without a weapon or light enough to see her surroundings, all she could think about was running. Jumping to her feet, she tried to figure out a way to get past the big man who blocked her way. “Please, just let me go. I’ll leave. I promise.”

Leave? He took in her tattered clothing and bare feet. She was so small. “You don’t have to leave. Come into the cabin where it’s safe. Aren’t you hungry?”

The turnip she’d taken from his garden still lay at her feet. “Yes.” Could she risk it? There was the possibility this man could hurt her, but what choice did she have? “If you’ll let me rest for a little while, I’ll be on my way soon.”

Austin didn’t know what to think. “Are you alone? Where did you come from? Those questions and more were racing through his mind. He rose and offered her his hand. “The ground’s rough. Do you want me to carry you?”

Jolie would’ve laughed if she’d felt more confident. “No. I’ll be fine. I’ve walked a long way already.”

He couldn’t fathom what she was saying. Knowing what lay beyond his small clearing, Austin was flabbergasted to find this tiny female seeming to be at the mercy of the world. “Please, come in and let me check your feet and get you something to eat. Sandy and I were just about to have supper. Somehow, he knew you were out here.”

“He did?” Jolie laid her hand on the big dog’s head. “He’s soft.” The memory of the vicious dogs used on the plantation to keep the slaves in line caused her to jerk her hand back. “He won’t bite me?”

“No, he won’t bite.” Austin was anxious to get his guest inside. “We’re glad to have some company, aren’t we, Sandy?”

His dog answered with a bark, which made Jolie smile. “Okay, for a little while.”

As Austin led his guest back to the cabin, he tried to make her feel more comfortable. “My name is Austin McCoy. What’s yours?”

“Jolie.” She answered automatically, then immediately regretted it. Would her buyer look for her? Did he know her name? She really had no way of knowing one way or the other.

“Jolie.” Austin said it, savoring the way her name sounded on his lips. “That’s a beautiful name. Where are your folks? Were you attacked by Indians?” The thought of her just barely escaping with her life made his blood run cold.

“We were attacked. My parents are dead.” Both of those things were true, albeit unrelated.

“I’m so sorry.”

When he opened the door to the cabin, the smell of food caused her to sway. She hadn’t realized how weak she’d become.

Austin shot out a hand to stabilize her. “How long since you’ve eaten.”

“A couple of days.” She tried to remember. Coffi hadn’t really cared whether the women had eaten or not.

As soon as he got Jolie inside, Austin began to do everything he could do to make her welcome. “Here, sit here.” He gave her the more comfortable chair, a rocker that sat next to the fireplace. “And water, let me get you some water.” Moving to the bucket of well-water he kept on the small cabinet in what passed for his kitchen, Austin ladled a cup full and carried it to her.

Taking the water, she gratefully took a drink. “Thank you.” It tasted so good, she greedily drank it all.

“I’ll get you more.” He hastily refilled the cup, then found a bowl to dip up some of the stew. “This is rabbit, but I’ve added some potatoes and onions I raised in the garden. I think it’s edible.”

“You’re very kind.” Jolie sat the cup on the floor and raised her hands to grasp the clay dish with the tin spoon.

“My pleasure,” Austin said and he meant it. Even by the light of the kerosene lamp, he couldn’t make out her features. The hat cast a shadow over her face, but from what he could see of her neck and arms they were covered with mud and numerous scratches. “I think I’ve got an herb salve that might make those sore places on your face and arms feel better.”

Jolie heard him, she just couldn’t stop eating long enough to answer.

Raised a lady, she managed not to shovel the food between her lips–just barely.

It did Austin’s heart good to watch her eat, but he couldn’t stop worrying about what would happen to her if she left again. “Where will you go? Do you have relatives?”

Swallowing the last delicious bite, she licked her lips, then hung her head. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do.” Just the thought of trying to find a place to live, some way of making a living, was more than she could comprehend.

Austin wanted to offer help. He wanted to do something. Noticing again her tattered clothing, he spoke quickly. “Do you have any other clothes?” He hadn’t seen any type of satchel, but she might have left it at the lean-to.

Jolie glanced down at the rag she wore. “No, I must look a mess.” What could she say? “I ran to get away.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you were terrified. Would you like to wash up and change? I could pour up some water for you.”

Cleaning herself sounded like heaven. “Please, yes. But I have nothing else to wear.”

“I’m sure I can find something.” He rose to find her anything of his that would come close to fitting. “A shirt, I’ll find a shirt for you. As small as you are, the length will be almost like a gown.”

As Jolie sat there by the fire, her belly full, with a dog at her feet, she was transfixed by the big man with the long honey blond hair moving around the room, doing his best to make her comfortable. As she waited, she trembled. Residual shock from all she’d endured still echoed throughout her body.

“Jolie, you can come and clean up.” He snapped his finger. “Sandy, get up. We shall wait outside. When you finish, we’ll return.”

He gave her a kind smile, then left her alone. As soon as he was gone, she glanced around. After Oak Hill and even the bungalow, his home was simple and barren. But for the first time in weeks, she felt safe. Taking the rag he’d given her to use, she dipped it in the lukewarm water and began to clean the mud and blood from her body.

Outside, Austin leaned against the side of his cabin, flummoxed by all that had happened. How different this evening had turned out to be than the one he’d envisioned. For a little while, he was no longer alone. When a smile played upon his lips, his selfish feelings shamed Austin. How could he take pleasure when this woman had suffered so much loss?

Standing in the darkness, he kept an eye on Sandy who explored a few feet away. “Don’t go far, boy.” Austin was aware of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. The knowledge that Jolie had been exposed to those same dangers and soon would be again caused a shudder to rip through him. How could he let her return to the wilderness? The very idea was intolerable. He’d have to accompany her to a settlement, see that she was safely delivered to…his mind clamored for answer. Perhaps the Spanish mission in Nacogdoches could offer her sanctuary until she could find someone or…

“Mr. McCoy, Austin? You can come back in now.”

Her soft voice broke into his thoughts. “Very well.”

“Sandy.” He called his companion and they reentered the cabin. Aware she had changed into his clothing, he cautiously let his gaze move up her body, starting at her small feet, which were now clean from the mud that had been caked on them. By the time his eyes climbed to her face, Austin was speechless. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman. Her skin was the color of gardenias, and her eyes were a purplish blue that reminded him of a delphinium flower that had grown in his mother’s garden. The hat was gone and now he could see she had dark hair which fell to the middle of her back in long, loose curls…and her lips, her lips were the color of a pomegranate. Her beauty almost brought him to his knees.

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Blog Tour ☆ Chasing Page by Tiffany Janine

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Chasing Paige (Falling For Words) Tiffany Janine

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Tiffany Janine you have done it again! I fell in love with this story and these characters. A little different than you would normally write, it works for you.

Paige Turner is a widow at a young age. After the death of her husband 2 years ago she never thought about falling in love so soon. She put her heart and soul into her bookstore Chasing Pages. But everything she knows is about to change for her. And it all starts with a “male beauty” who comes into her store and chats with her.

James Diamond Parker aka JD Parker is a horror/suspense writer. For the past two years he has kept a secret. A secret involving Paige. When he meets the beauty at her bookstore he finds out her favorite author is none other than JD Parker. Without telling her who he is, the sparks are flying between the two of them. But when the truths start coming out, both their worlds begin to shatter.

I love the chemistry between these two characters. They are fun and flirty and that all comes across in Tiffany Janine’s writing. This book is a true example that lots of crazy sex doesn’t need to be written. You get all that from just reading her scenes without the verbage. That is a lot to be able to create but it is done so well in this story. Thank you Tiffany Janine for this wonderful story of finding love again and also for including JINKS in the story!  

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Paige Turner – A 28 year old widow who owns a bookstore called Chasing Pages meets someone unexpectedly after two years of her husband’s death. Little does she know he’s the one who writes her favorite novels and has a secret he is keeping from her. James Diamond Parker AKA J.D. Parker – is a horror novelist who is having a signing at Paige’s book store. The first glimpse of Paige and he instantly feels a connection with her. Love begins to brew between the two of them, yet there is something James is keeping from Paige, something that will change everything between them. Will the secret destroy their newly founded love, or tie them closer together?

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I’ve had such a wonderful time with her tonight, time simply didn’t exist. “Come, let’s get
going.” After she grabs her purse, I again take hold of her hand and lead us
back to the car. We become quiet, as we get closer. For the life of me, I’m not
ready to take her home. I feel this night shouldn’t end. I don’t want it to.
Before I open the passenger door for her, I swing her little body up against
the car, and take control of the moment. I palm her beautiful face and connect
our lips. In an instant, her arms wrap around my middle and she squeezes me. Good,
God, I could take her right now. I hear a slight whimper as our
tongues ravish each other and it only makes me deepen the kiss. She feels so
good. The aftertaste of wine blending in with mine does crazy things down
below. Our bodies melt into one as we continue kissing. I bite, and suckle that
bottom lip of hers, I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of her. I could do
this forever.
My eyes stay closed, our
noses touch, and our lips slightly disconnect when I breathe out and tell her,
“Come back to my place. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. Please.” Our
breathing and the beating of our hearts are all that I’m hearing. I pray she
comes home with me.
As I keep my hands
cradling her face, she brings her hands up, and wraps them around my wrists.
Her breath lands on my lips when she answers back, “I’m not sure…this is going
way too fast.”
As much as I want to
take her to my bed, I don’t want to scare her off. I want to do this right. If
she’s not ready, then I’ll wait as long as need be. Kissing her lightly on the
lips I say, “I promise, if you’re not ready, we won’t do anything but talk.”
“That’s the problem. I
don’t think I’m going to want to just talk.”
“And that’s a bad
thing?”
“Very.” She nods.
Looking up into my eyes, I see the hesitance, yet I feel the fire between us.
“My body is reacting faster than my brain. It has a mind of its own, and if I
go with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“Then don’t stop,” I
whisper. My hands move away from her face, and travel down to her hips, pulling
her forward against my body, and kissing her once again. She moans inside my
mouth and immediately snakes her hands behind my head, deepening the kiss. No
doubt, she wants this as much as I do. Once our lips part, our foreheads remain
touching. “I’m not ready for this night to be over.”
She sighs, “Don’t you
have to be up early for the airport?”
“I’m an early riser
anyways. And a night owl.” I smirk.
“James–– ”

 

I cut her off by placing
my finger on her lips. “Don’t make me beg. Come back to my suite.” What
happened with letting this ride out and not wanting to scare her off?
Pressuring her is the last thing I want, but my gut is telling me to not let
her get away. Once I’m on that plane, who knows when we’ll see each other next?
With all my signings, and TV appearances it could be a month before she’s in my
arms again.

 

 
 

New Release ☆ Chasing Paige (Falling for Words) by Tiffany Janine

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*For those readers who are not into explicit language and explicit sex scenes, this book is highly recommended*Paige Turner – A 28 year old widow who owns a bookstore called Chasing Pages meets someone unexpectedly after two years of her husband’s death. Little does she know he’s the one who writes her favorite novels and has a secret he is keeping from her.
James Diamond Parker AKA J.D. Parker – is a horror novelist who is having a signing at Paige’s book store. The first glimpse of Paige and he instantly feels a connection with her. Love begins to brew between the two of them, yet there is something James is keeping from Paige, something that will change everything between them.
Will the secret destroy their newly founded love, or tie them closer together?

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I’ve had such a wonderful time with her tonight, time simply didn’t exist. “Come, let’s get going.” After she grabs her purse, I again take hold of her hand and lead us back to the car. We become quiet, as we get closer. For the life of me, I’m not ready to take her home. I feel this night shouldn’t end. I don’t want it to. Before I open the passenger door for her, I swing her little body up against the car, and take control of the moment. I palm her beautiful face and connect our lips. In an instant, her arms wrap around my middle and she squeezes me. Good, God, I could take her right now. I hear a slight whimper as our tongues ravish each other and it only makes me deepen the kiss. She feels so good. The aftertaste of wine blending in with mine does crazy things down below. Our bodies melt into one as we continue kissing. I bite, and suckle that bottom lip of hers, I’m not so sure I’ll ever have enough of her. I could do this forever.

My eyes stay closed, our noses touch, and our lips slightly disconnect when I breathe out and tell her, “Come back to my place. I’m not ready to let you go just yet. Please.” Our breathing and the beating of our hearts are all that I’m hearing. I pray she comes home with me.

As I keep my hands cradling her face, she brings her hands up, and wraps them around my wrists. Her breath lands on my lips when she answers back, “I’m not sure…this is going way too fast.”

As much as I want to take her to my bed, I don’t want to scare her off. I want to do this right. If she’s not ready, then I’ll wait as long as need be. Kissing her lightly on the lips I say, “I promise, if you’re not ready, we won’t do anything but talk.”

“That’s the problem. I don’t think I’m going to want to just talk.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Very.” She nods. Looking up into my eyes, I see the hesitance, yet I feel the fire between us. “My body is reacting faster than my brain. It has a mind of its own, and if I go with you, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Then don’t stop,” I whisper. My hands move away from her face, and travel down to her hips, pulling her forward against my body, and kissing her once again. She moans inside my mouth and immediately snakes her hands behind my head, deepening the kiss. No doubt, she wants this as much as I do. Once our lips part, our foreheads remain touching. “I’m not ready for this night to be over.”

She sighs, “Don’t you have to be up early for the airport?”

“I’m an early riser anyways. And a night owl.” I smirk.

“James–– ”

 

I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips. “Don’t make me beg. Come back to my suite.” What happened with letting this ride out and not wanting to scare her off? Pressuring her is the last thing I want, but my gut is telling me to not let her get away. Once I’m on that plane, who knows when we’ll see each other next? With all my signings, and TV appearances it could be a month before she’s in my arms again.

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Hell Yeah!: Boardroom Cowboy (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Cowboys & Candy Book 1) by Kandi Silvers

boardroom-cowboyHell Yeah!: Boardroom Cowboy

CEO Vanessa Lockhart has had her fill of controlling men. So when she decides to take a few days off in the Lone Star State to kick up her booted heels with a little shopping and a night on the town, she doesn’t count on meeting Carson, getting ruthlessly kissed, or ending up in bed with the cute cowboy. A two-day Texas fling? Why not? A girl only lives once. After all, she’ll have something for her memoirs—until she goes back to work in Nevada to meet her new CFO…and in walks her Texas cowboy. Vanessa’s divorcing one man and doesn’t need another—too bad Carson has other ideas.

Carson Cutes didn’t plan to pick up Vanessa at the bar or spend two fun days and two hotter nights with the beauty. But it isn’t an issue since she blows out of town without a goodbye. When his godfather asks for help with his new hotel venture—he never expected to end up in Las Vegas or for the CEO to be the one woman he can’t get out of his mind. What’s a cowboy to do? He doesn’t believe in love at first sight—but now has doubts. How can he convince a girl under neon lights that she holds his Texan heart?

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Carson woke to a slight heaviness around his waist and the faint scent of expensive perfume blending with sweat. Sun peered in through the window and his brain kicked into thought process.

The weight around him was a tanned slender arm.

Vanessa!

He glanced down to the toss of dark ringlets against the pillow case and the woman he’d shared hours of hot, incredible sex with wearing his button down shirt. She lifted her head and met his gaze. Her lashes were naturally long and her eyes so dark, he swore he could get lost in them. His stomach fluttered from the sweet smile dusted across her full lips.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“I thought you’d be gone.” Surprise registered on her pretty face.

“I probably should’ve, considering I should be back at work.” He tightened his hold at her waist. “I have to admit I’m pretty comfortable right where I am.”

She giggled softly. “You realize that’s not very one night stand of you.”

In all his years, Carson had never stayed the night with a woman he had no intentions seeing again. Then again, unlike his cousin Dillon who was notorious for one night stands and two week relationships, one night stands weren’t something Carson normally participated in—he was too busy working. His grin broadened and he lifted his brows.

“True. So since we’ve established that, would you consider me taking you to breakfast?”

She went to open her mouth to answer when a loud ringing filled the room and echoed around them. “Hold that thought,” she whispered.

Vanessa slipped from underneath the covers and climbed out of bed. She glanced at her wearing his denim shirt then around the room before walking over to the three drawer dresser which sat along one wall. Her fingers reached for the silver phone on the smooth oak top and glanced at the number.

“Oh, God,” she whispered then rolled her eyes and swiped a finger across the screen of her phone. “Good morning, Antoine.”

Antoine?

Out of everything he’d learned about her last night, ironically he’d never asked if she was married or involved with anyone. Considering his past, and his dreadful mistake with Sheila it should have been one of the first things he asked. However, her lack of ring and…

“I was just getting out of bed.” She told the man on the other end of the phone. “Why are you calling so early?” There was a momentary pause and again she rolled her eyes. “I should have known Hailey and Arianna were behind this.” A heavy sigh escaped her and she glanced over to where Carson had sat up in bed. “What do you mean you booked me the works?” An unhappy expression worked across her features. “Antoine I have better things to do then to park my ass at the spa for the day, I should be—”

Her expression shifted from unhappy to defeat. So many questions ran through Carson’s mind—the big one being if she was involved with someone. He wanted to believe she wasn’t but doubt filled his mind. One of the reasons he rarely dated—he didn’t trust his judgment where women were concerned.

“What the hell happened to David?” Panic coated each and every syllable, her long lashes blinked before her eyes widened.

Who’s David?

He never even bothered to find out if she had kids. What did it matter? This was a one night stand, well an extended one at least.

Vanessa groaned and covered her face with her hand. “Well its David’s own fault. He knows Shakespeare hangs out on the bookcase and tosses books. He didn’t get a concussion did he?” Again, she sighed heavy. “Usually, Mischief takes care of the plants, I’m surprised Shakespeare got his plump rump up that high.” She shook her head. “Listen, give my love to everyone, and tell our fearless leader I’m relaxing and enjoying my vacation time, hell, tell him whatever you want so he doesn’t end up calling my cell phone and giving me one of his hour long lectures.”

Carson couldn’t help but wonder if he’d overstayed, yet a small part of him, knew that he hadn’t. He tossed back the covers and decided now was as good of time as any to get dressed.
“Yes, I will be there for eleven and I love you too.” She ended the call and her shoulders sagged as Carson did up the front of his jeans.

He wasn’t sure what to say, so started with the obvious. “Is everything okay?”

She nodded rather unconvincingly that it was. “That was my overly flamboyant personal assistant on the phone, letting me know about my all day spa session. Apparently, my boss, who is a good man with a good heart, though eccentric at best, insisted I be pampered.”

Not her husband.

“And he informed me that David, one of my colleagues and friends who is staying with my kids while I’m away got knocked out by Shakespeare knocking a plant pot off the bookcase and hitting him in the head with it.”

Kids, as in plural.

He ended up with more questions running through his mind. “How many kids do you have?”

Her head tilted to the side and a quizzical expression crossed her face. “Oh, technically none.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Persnickety I got from a rescue charity that was having adoptions outside the food store one day when I went in to do groceries. She had been in foster care for six months and didn’t get adopted because she doesn’t show well, due to being shy. Mischief, I got shortly after I moved into my condo because I was busy with work and didn’t want persnickety to be lonely while I put in long hours at my job. Shakespeare, he loves napping on my bookcase and shortly after I moved into my condo, my neighbors moved out and left him behind. I figured I already had two fur babies what was one more.”

Fur babies? Not actually children. Interesting.

“So here I am, not even thirty-five, live by myself and I’m already becoming a crazy cat lady.”

His mouth dropped open as he absorbed the new information. The more he got to know her, the more he found himself curious about her and liked her—a lot. “Before your phone rang I asked if you wanted to go to breakfast. Would you still be interested?”

She giggled and nodded. “I’d really enjoy that, especially since you know I’m a cat lady in the making and it hasn’t scared you off.”

He grinned broadly. “I’m used to cats, and my younger sister Gloria has a pet pig named Bacon Bits, who actually thinks he’s a dog—so I’m used to strange.”

“Me too—if you only knew my friends.”

“I’m guessing the Hailey and Arianna you mentioned to your assistant?”

“Yeah,” she paused and studied him a minute. “It’s nice you paid attention.” There was something in her tone he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he knew her words to be sincere.”

He thought a moment and glanced out the window to the Texas sky then turned back and met her gaze. “So an all day spa appointment, I’m guessing you will be staying another night?”
“Yes,” she replied with a smile.

“I have a couple things I need to do, but would like to see if you will keep me company later on tonight for dinner.”

Vanessa threw her head back and laughed. “We haven’t had breakfast yet, are you sure you want to invite me to dinner?”

“I do, in fact, I’ll take whatever time I can spend with you.” He shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants, and right now you’re what I want.”

Her surprise wasn’t hard to miss and she pursed her full lips. “Well, since you put it like that, what did you have in mind for breakfast?”

Be a gentleman. A voice warned in his head. And don’t say you.

“Funny you should ask.”
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About Kandi Silvers

Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.

Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side.

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Book Spotlight ✽ The Omega Team: Texas Stand-Off (Kindle Worlds) (Texas Heroes Book #3) by Sable Hunter

Texas Stand offA stand-off is defined as a heated situation between two equally matched opponents–which perfectly describes the sizzling sexual tension between former SEAL Deacon Jones and the woman his boss asks him to evaluate. Deacon is not happy with the situation, but he’s given his word to his friend, Grey Holden, and he’ll do it–even if it kills him. She shows up at his reclusive home on the Pedernales River, deep in the heart of the Texas Hill Country, eager to prove she has what it takes to be part of the Omega Team. Having lost a female member of his unit while in Afghanistan, Deacon holds himself accountable and has no wish to be responsible for sending another woman into harms’ way.

But she’s good…he can’t deny it–she may even be better than he is. Everything about her turns him on–from her hot sexy body to her super-spy skills. But Deacon doesn’t intend to get involved. He’s given up on women since his wife left him after he lost a leg in the war.

Natasha Levin has another take on the situation. She’s never met anyone like Deacon Jones and she wants to learn everything he can teach her–from the firing range to the bedroom.

Both have scars they try to hide, he was injured serving his country and she was tortured by her father’s enemies after the former Russian agent defected to America. What happens when an irresistible force goes head to head with an immovable object? They’ll find out when they are called upon to work together to save a child being held hostage in a rancher’s dispute with the federal government over land rights. One thing for certain–there will be fireworks…and lots and lots of sex.

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A ding on his phone let Deacon know he had an email. Taking a bite, he held it up to look. “Grey.” He touched the screen to open the message. As he ate, he looked through what he’d been sent. “Hell.” He let out a breath. “I’ll let you look at these in a bit. He’s sent maps, pictures and information available on all the people involved. He’s still insisting you be the one to go in, but I disagree. We’ll have to study these and plan some kind of exit strategy. We’ve got to get the little boy out and to do that, this is going to have to come to an end. I don’t see any other way.”

She ate silently and waited her turn. When he gave her his phone, she read everything carefully. “We need to know how the interior of the house is laid out.”

“I doubt there’s blueprints available on file anywhere. Who knows? The old man might have built it himself.”

Taz nodded. “We should talk to the neighbors, maybe they could tell us.”

“Good idea,” Deacon conceded. He watched her face as she focused–damn, her lips were plump and sweet. He picked up his napkin and wiped his hands and mouth. “You know I find smart to be mighty sexy.”

To his ever-loving surprise, she handed him back his phone, gave him a saucy wink and smiled. “Me too.”

With a low snarl of erotic intent, Deacon slowly stood. “You about finished?”

“No…” she teased, so glad she recalled a piece of appropriate sexual banter, “but I’m ready for dessert.” Taz had waited a long time to be able to say that to someone.

When she looked up at him with those big doe eyes and that sexy little grin, he knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and wasn’t even aware of it. With deliberate moves, he began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time to move around the table and toward her.

Watching him approach, she knew what a cornered gazelle felt like being stalked by a hungry lion. She stood, her breath coming fast and shallow. Words were unnecessary, so she nervously licked her lips.

“Here, let me do that for you.” With one fell swoop, he clasped her hands and walked her backwards into the wall, holding his arms high, pressing his palms to the wall while still holding her hands captive.

Taz felt herself go liquid against him, gasping as he bent his head, doing exactly as he’d said–using his own tongue to caress her lips. She felt her knees give way. There was no moving, though–for his body anchored hers firmly in place. Licking over her mouth, he pressed, demanding she open to him. With a whimper of acquiescence, her lips parted so his tongue could gain entrance. And when it did, he groaned his pleasure.

Open-mouth kisses–hot–wet. She pushed her breasts into his chest, wishing there was no barrier between them. Stealing her breath, he gave it back, taking little bites at her lips, before capturing her tongue and sucking on it.

Taz went on tiptoe, she felt like her clit was on fire. Desperate to be closer, she pushed her hips against his, opening her legs wide enough to allow him to thrust his knee between them. When she felt the hard flesh of his thigh rub against her greedy sex, she bumped forward riding his leg. The friction felt so good she thought she might pass out.

Deacon braced himself, making damn sure he didn’t lose his balance. His little doll was finding her pleasure by scrubbing that sweet pussy on his leg and he wasn’t about to ask her to stop. Dragging his mouth from hers, he let his lips slide to her neck–sucking and biting the soft flesh. “That’s right baby, hump my leg, it feels so good.”

Oh, God. She was behaving badly, but she couldn’t help it. “Give me your eyes,” she whispered. When he did, his flashed, heating her more. She shattered in a million pieces. “Deacon!”

“I need to see you, touch you.” He let his hands find the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up and off, he feasted his eyes on her naked tits. “I’m going to eat you alive, sugar.” With both hands, he grasped the top edge of her panties and ripped, the tiny fragment of lace giving way.

“Deacon!” She didn’t protest, instead she began pushing his shirt off his shoulders and peppering his skin with kisses. Accomplishing that task, she set to work on his belt and the button of his fly, working feverishly to find his naked flesh. All the while, he was cupping and molding her breasts, milking the nipples and tasting her lips. Her fingers trembled, her heart beating as fast as the flutter of hummingbird wings.

“Those little hands will be the death of me,” he murmured as she pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. He couldn’t help but smile when she moaned, a sign of satisfaction once she got her hands on him.

Between kisses, she panted words. “I know…about a dozen…ways…to kill a man…with my bare…hands.” Responding hotly, she stroked his cock and massaged his balls, acting as if there was nothing she wanted more.

As she fisted his cock, he tweaked a nipple and finger-fucked her sweet pussy. “This must be number thirteen.” When she angled her hips and hooked one leg behind his, he knew she needed what only he could give. “Wait, honey. I don’t think I can hold you up and keep standing. I’m afraid to risk dropping you.”

His tone was apologetic. “Let me help,” she offered. “Let’s get you undressed and I’ll help you with your prosthesis.” She went to her knees at his feet, ready to tug off a boot.

“I gotta better idea. Let me keep it on for a bit. Get on the bed on all fours.”

Fantasy-fulfilling time. Funny, they’d been discussing his disability naturally–no shame, no judging–just mutual hunger. With his pants and briefs around his calves, the place where his stump nestled in the cup of the prosthesis was clearly visible. So what? His cock was hard, his woman wanted only him and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass.

The sight of her kneeling before him, the lovely line of her spine, the swell of her hips–he couldn’t resist. “Remember when I told you I was going to spank your sassy little butt?”

“Yes,” she answered with a whisper.

Coming closer, he ran both hands over the swell of her ass. “Beautiful.”

She expected a swat and braced for it. She’d read about women who enjoyed spankings and had no idea if she would or not. But she was willing to try anything for Deacon. “I’m ready.”

When she wiggled her plump, round bottom in front of him, Deacon felt his hips jerk in response. Taking his cock in hand, he used it to spank her. Several sharp raps on each cheek. Taz looked back over his shoulder and moved backward, wanting more. “Like that?” he asked. God, he did–he fuckin’ loved it.

“Oh, yes,” she whimpered, then gave him her act of complete submission. She pressed her face into the pillow, spread her legs and tilted her hips up, giving him a full and complete view of her soft femininity. It was swollen, pink and glistening with cream.

Deacon wanted to taste her, but he didn’t have the strength to wait. Guiding his cock, he dragged the head between her legs, bathing himself in her juices. A luxurious feeling of indulgence enveloped him–and he wanted it again and again. Up and down, he pushed the tip against her clit, giving her a hint of ecstasy to come.

“You’re teasing me. Will you accept a bribe?” Frustrated little pants punctuated her words.

“Maybe.” He flexed his hips, working his cock up and down the lips of her labia. “What are you offering?”

“Two blowjobs and a dozen chocolate chip cookies.”

“You got cookies?”

“I’ll get cookies!” she shouted with a giggle. “Just fuck me already!”

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About the Author:
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream
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New Release + 5 Star ARC Reviews ☆ Just an Illusion – Side A (The Illusion #1) by D. Kelly

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Reviewed by Jacqui

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Dee Kelly has a new smash hit! Okay, she has a new amazing rocker romance book out. If you love rocker romance, Just an Illusion will definitely be the perfect book. Although I will read whatever she writes, I’m not afraid to say this might be my new favorite book of hers. I’m still #TeamMichael from the Acceptance Series, but Sawyer and Noah Weston are creeping in there.

Noah and Sawyer Weston are the lead for the band BAD. Both are as sexy as you can write them characters that anyone would fangirl over. But only one girl has caught their attention and she is not a fan of their music.

Amelia Greyson is a best selling author with her book The O Factor. She attends BAD’s concert with a friend and is suddenly pulled into the rocker world as a biographer for the boys of BAD. This means living on a bus with the two sexy brothers for a year and trying to maintain a professional friendship. But her heart has other thoughts. She tries to avoid the bad brother Sawyer and give her heart to Noah, the nice brother. But as she learns more about Sawyer through her interviews, she sees a different side to him. But she can’t hurt Noah because she does love him. But Sawyer is not making it easy on her.

I love a good rocker series as much as anyone. But this story was so well written it goes to the top of my favorite rocker series. Dee Kelly knows how to write a story that leaves you wanting more and feeling everything the characters do. She is also known for writing stories that will make you choose a team. Mine is #TeamSawyer. Can’t tell you why since you need to read the book. But I’m sticking with the bad boy. Thank you once again Dee Kelly for rocking my world. You have a way with words.

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Reviewed by Suzi

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I’m pretty sure this book is going to make a therapist very rich! Between the smart and sassy chicks and the smoking hot rock stars of the BAD crew, I’m in complete book hangover mode. I’m not sure I can function normally until I know how the story ends. Noah and Mel are destine for great things and deserve nothing more.   But drama seems to rule the roost. Sawyer, Wyatt, Darren, Bell and Anna all have their work cut out for them and want nothing more than to have a normal life outside the rockstar world. Can these two worlds co-exist? Can love concur all? There are so many turns in this book I never knew what was going to happen next, and true to her world the queen of cliffhangers did it again and boy did she do it.

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One night changed her life… 

Bestselling author Amelia Greyson has grown up in the music industry and isn’t the slightest bit fazed by fame or celebrities.  However, when she attends a Bastards and Dangerous concert with her best friend Belle, her world shifts on its axis. 

Double trouble…

Sawyer and Noah Weston are the front men of BAD.  They’re fraternal twins and sexy as sin.  When they hear the author of The O Factor is in their green room, they’re intrigued.  She’s just the person they need to write their farewell story.  The brothers offer Amelia the opportunity of a lifetime, which she reluctantly accepts. 

Three hearts…

Noah is sweet and considerate, working hard to make Amelia feel at home on the road.  Unfortunately, the closer they get, the more obnoxious Sawyer becomes.  Sawyer is arrogant and distant and he wants Amelia, even though she’s not his for the taking.  Only during stolen moments does Sawyer show her who he really is. Can Amelia maintain a safe distance from Sawyer and keep her heart intact?  Or will she shatter Noah’s heart by giving hers to his brother instead? 

Just an Illusion – Side A is the first book in The Illusion Series

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d-kelly-profile-picI’m a wife, a mom and a dog lover. I’m also a taxi, problem fixer, extreme multi-tasker and my kids’ biggest fan in anything that they do. I’m married to my high school sweetheart… how cool is that? Margaritas and sarcasm make me happy. Chocolate makes that happiness grow exponentially. People who make me laugh are my favorite kind of people. I believe Karma is real and mean people suck. I’m California born and raised, I love the beach but hate the sand. And of course I believe Starbucks makes any day better. I’m the author of The Acceptance Series and Chasing Cassidy with more books soon to come.

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