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PG Excerpt from Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #paranormal #ghost #romance

Hi everyone,

I’m excited to be taking part in the Spookapalooza again! I’m going to kick off with a spooky PG excerpt from my erotic romance short story, Timeless Desire, which is available for just $0.99/77p!

I’d also like to invite you to an event which is taking place on the 31st October on Facebook. Join the Shivers and Tingles party for spicy Halloween fun, prizes and much more!

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Timeless DesireEmily worked in peace for a little while longer. Then she felt a slight draught on the back of her neck. Carefully placing down the book she was working on and fidgeting in the chair, she moved her head from side to side and up and down, as if to erase the odd feeling. She forgot it almost instantly, until a few seconds later, it came again. It felt as though someone was blowing on the back of her neck. Emily shivered, both at the sensation and the creepy thought that had entered her mind. Goosebumps crept over her entire body, and the third movement of air made her jump up out of the chair and spin round to face the source of the mysterious draught.

There was nothing there. Emily rolled her eyes. Why on earth was she getting like this? She’d worked in dozens of rooms like this, perfectly alone, and not once had she freaked out. Why now? When her gaze fell on the window, she rolled her eyes again. Of course. Old houses like Westbury more often than not had panes of glass which didn’t fit into their frames properly, or they’d slipped, been damaged. The draught was coming from the window. Emily crossed the room to the window, drew the curtains—she’d open them again before she left, and Mrs. Thompson would never be any the wiser—and sat back down again. Shaking her head at her own stupidity, Emily continued working on the book she’d just abandoned, quickly becoming absorbed in her task once more.

A noise from over by the ladder startled Emily, making her jump and almost jab herself in the eye with the end of the brush she was using. Turning, she saw that the photograph she’d righted earlier after its little mishap was once more lying down. She’d obviously not fixed the stand properly. Downing tools, Emily stomped across the room, cross at the seemingly endless interruptions, and grabbed the photograph. She checked the stand to make sure it held firm, then wagged a finger at the man in the image.

“Just you behave. I’ve got too much work to do to put up with your shenanigans, if you don’t mind.”

She didn’t know she’d spoken out loud and giggled at the realization, stopping abruptly when it hit home just how peculiarly she was behaving. This place was making her crazy, she decided, which could be catastrophic considering she hadn’t even finished one shelf of books yet, and she had considerably more to do. If this weirdness carried on, she’d be a wreck by the time the job was done.

Shaking her head again, Emily walked back to the desk and sat down. She resolved to knuckle down, get the first shelf completed and call it a night. Hopefully a decent amount of sleep and a session with her vibrator would make her feel more herself and mean she could put this idiotic behavior behind her and return to Westbury tomorrow with her sensible, hard-working head firmly screwed on. She hoped so, anyway, because this simply wouldn’t do.

Emily was able to finish cleaning the first lot of books without any further interruptions. She heaved a sigh of relief and swapped her book cleaning tools for her shelf cleaning tools. All she had to do was clean the empty shelf, replace the books, put the library back to how it had been when she’d started and be on her way. Tomorrow was another day, she mused, and she was determined it was going to be much more productive than this one.

She’d just put her feet back onto the floor after her third trip up the ladder when she felt something touch her right leg, down by her ankle. She wore trousers, so if it had been some kind of insect it was doubtful she’d have felt it. Besides, it was moving up and down, as though stroking her. Still looking forward at the ladder and grasping its handrails, Emily was frozen in place. She couldn’t move, speak, scream or even bring herself to look around.

She’d never been so scared in her life. The stroking sensation crept higher and higher until it reached her hip. Finally, something in Emily snapped and she screamed at the top of her lungs, lurched away from the ladder and ran out of the library.

Driven by nothing other than fear and the urge to get away from the library, Emily tore down the corridor, deciding on the spur of the moment that she was going to go and find George. She had no idea where his office was, but it couldn’t be that difficult to find. However, before she’d gotten much farther, George rounded the corner into the corridor, jogging toward her. His expression was one of confusion and concern and when he reached her, he put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

“Christ, are you all right? What’s going on? I heard you scream and came as quickly as I could.”

George must have been flipping the lights on as he did his rounds, as the corridor and the rooms beyond were all lit up. She thanked heaven for small mercies. With his all-black outfit, if Emily had come across George in an unlit room and not recognized him she’d have screamed again and not been held responsible for her fear-filled actions. Not that she’d have been able to do much damage to a man with his muscles.

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Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, by Rosanna Leo

Thank you to TRS for hosting us all yet again, and thanks to all the super readers for coming out to visit with us!

My latest paranormal, Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, continues the saga on Gemini Island. Featuring a jaguar shifter hero and a plucky human heroine, this one is a panty-melter. Please enjoy the blurb and excerpt below:

Predator's Fire cover

Blurb:

 

When Nina Suzuki discovers the body of her best friend Janine, her world turns upside down. Things go from bad to worse when Janine’s corpse seems to transform into that of a large, brown wolf. For the first time, Nina is faced to confront all the clues indicating her BFF was not what she seemed. A letter from the dead woman opens Nina’s eyes to a strange, new world. The same letter warns of a sinister group called the Alpha Brethren, and urges her to find Killian Moon of the Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort on Gemini Island.

Killian Moon is a jaguar shifter and teen mentor at the Ursa Lodge in Northern Ontario. He may be a comfort and inspiration to confused teen shifters, but he also has a fiery past. His past comes back to haunt him when human Nina arrives at the resort, demanding to speak with him. Demanding answers. Can he trust her with knowledge that will not only change her life, but possibly endanger those around him?

As Killian begrudgingly tutors Nina on all things shifter, their mutual curiosity flares into passionate need. Once they touch, once they succumb to desire, there is no going back. Killian realizes Nina is his mate and they both begin to comprehend the terror threatening those on their shifter-friendly island. He is forced to confront the tragedy in his family and determines to protect Nina at all costs.

But can they protect everyone they love from a cult of dangerous shifters, intent on horror and destruction?

 

Excerpt:

 

“How much longer do I have to wait? I want to see Killian Moon. Now.”

The feminine voice, strangely soft despite its insistence, echoed deep in his being, awakening his jaguar. The great cat roared to life, turned toward the office and inhaled deeply. Its eyes flashed in interest.

In…recognition?

Killian breathed in at the same time, catching the scent of cherry blossoms through the door. The sweet perfume, mixed with human outrage, proved a heady distraction, making him forget why he was there. Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss the odd sensation as Ryland opened the door.

The door swung open and the first person he glimpsed was one of the clerks from reception, trying his hardest to placate the unexpected guest. “I’m sure Mr. Snow and Mr. Moon will be right back.”

And then his gaze landed on the petite human. Tapered Asian eyes, so dark and mysterious, but rimmed with circles of exhaustion. Smooth, cinnamon skin hinted at a mixed background. Wearing no makeup, she appeared younger than she must be, but her presence and keen eyes pegged her at around thirty years old. She had a riot of curly, black hair and feminine curves that ought to come with a warning. He could see it now. Beware: this woman’s body will cause insanity in men. Even as she gesticulated at the clerk, her boobs jiggled in such a way his throat went dry.

He pictured her in a corset, her breasts spilling over delicate lace edging, and almost forgot his name.

This Nina Suzuki was damn hot and his jaguar seemed to agree. The animal licked its lips, its golden gaze assessing and appreciating every detail, from her rounded hips to her come-hither rack.

Yes, the creature uttered on a frenzied breath.

 

 

 

Buy link: Predator’s Fire, Gemini Island Shifters 5, is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/predator-s-fire-p946.php

as well as Amazon, Kobo, ARE, B&N and other outlets.

Gemini Shifters series covers

Author Bio:

 

Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love affair.  www.rosannaleo.blogspot.com

 

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Gave me the chills!

In the spirit of Halloween I wanted to share a true story. I come from a small town in Maine named China. My dad lived on a country road that for many years was nothing but dirt. He and my step-mom had a nice home on a small hill, back from the road and secluded by trees and flowering plants. My dad worked for and retired from the railroad in Waterville, and for as long as I knew him he always wore the same thing, a dark blue pair of pants and matching shirt that all the railroad workers wore. Even when he retired he still wore the same clothes every day. Every morning my dad would walk his greyhound, Buster. He loved that dog and when dad passed away Buster went a month later.

Now, on the country road my dad walked Buster the homes were far and few between. My step-sister lived just a little down the way from him, and across the street from her was a small house shared by two women. One day my step-sister and her neighbor across the street happened to go out for their mail at the same time. Mail boxes were at the edge of their driveways. So they got to talking.

The neighbor woman asked my step-sister, “Who’s that man I see walk by here every morning with his dog?”
My step-sister thought for a minute and said, “Gee, I don’t know, my step-father used to walk by here every day with his dog but he passed away. What does he look like?” The neighbor described him saying, “He wears dark blue clothes and he’s walking a big greyhound.”

Chills.

The women didn’t know my dad and had never met him, she moved into that house after he passed away. When my step-sister told me the story I got chills. My step-sister and I knew that woman was seeing my dad walking Buster. How? A lot of people don’t believe but I’ve always believed that anything is possible. And knowing that dad and Buster were together and doing what they loved best made me feel good.

I haven’t written any Halloween stories. I do have a couple short erotic paranormals, The Mating Ritual and Scent of a Wolf’s Mate, and a contemporary romance with a brief Halloween party scene in it, Kiss Me! That one is a full length romance that I’m offering FREE to anyone interested, until the end of November. Below are more information, and a coupon to claim the book.

Kiss Me!

Blurb - Two years after Emma’s divorce she’s looking forward to settling into a quiet life in her new condo at the lake. But thanks to her match making sister she’s running into Stratton’s sexy small town detective at every turn. The last thing Mike’s looking for is a relationship to complicate his busy life, and tells Emma as much. So, if that’s the case, why can’t keep his hands off her? Previously released at Whiskey Creek Press.

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Excerpt - Emma caught her breath, recognizing Mike the second she heard the deep timbre of his sexy voice. He made a hunky Zorro, dressed all in black in a costume that fit his tall, powerful body like it was tailored especially for him. She’d seen him watching her while she crossed the room, ignoring him on purpose because she hadn’t wanted to encourage any unwelcome attention. Now that she knew who he was, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

He was what dreams were made of, the handsome hero disguised in a black mask, his steely eyes doing all his talking for him as he leaned insolently against the table with that wolfish grin. The bad boy every woman secretly yearns for. He had to know how he affected women with his mysterious presence. Goodness, she all but placed her hand over her pounding heart. What was wrong with her? It took effort to remind herself he was married.

She was about to step away when a dancer bumped into her backside, causing her to fly directly into Mike’s arms. “Oh!” she gasped, throwing her head back to meet his eyes just as his strong hands curled around the fleshy part of her arms, catching her against him. Their bodies were flush, and suddenly it seemed like they were sharing every breath, every heart beat as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.

Emma felt warm heat spread throughout her body, a heat that had nothing to do with the hot disco lights glaring overhead. Time seemed to stand still. She couldn’t pull her gaze away from his, too caught up in the spell of the moment and feeling way too much in his strong arms, experiencing way too much sensation against his hard body. She was old enough to realize the flow of heat pooling in the lower half of her body was the result of sharp and instant arousal. She tried to ignore the tingling in her nipples as they tightened against his chest, wetting her lips to issue an apology. However, the only thing that came out was a noise that sounded very much like a purr of surrender, a sound of betrayal if she ever heard one.

“Mike,” she began, in a breathless tone that revealed her emotions. She was unable to finish, her body trembling on a sudden wave of weakness. Certain her knees were going to give way, she struggled to put the brakes on the obvious signs of what being in his arms was doing to her. “Please…” she began, intending to ask him to let her go, but there was no denying the invitation she heard in her own voice.

Mike’s eyes darkened with desire; he didn’t want to let Emma go. He’d known he was attracted to her from the start, but he wasn’t prepared for the instant results she produced every time she touched him in some way. Even innocently, only this was hardly innocent. He felt every inch of her. His hands tightened around her arms, a low groan locking in his throat.

The very air around them seemed electrified. He didn’t want to feel the attraction, yet he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he was acting like an adolescent discovering what sex was all about for the first time. Hell, he was breaking out in a sweat! Her sweet scent and softness was more than any mortal could bear.

Glancing down was his undoing. Her lovely breasts, crushed against him, were all but spilling out of their scant covering. The breath hissed from his lungs, lust shooting a direct path for his aching groin. Releasing a low growl of denial, he felt himself turning hard, and realized he should set her away from him at once. But she felt too damn good right where she was. As if she belonged there.

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Always Cowboy, Allison Merritt, Cowboys Don’t Cry, Vicki Taylor, A Cowboy’s Heart, Melissa Keir, Cowboy Trouble, Autumn Piper, Chasing a Cowboy, Sara Walter Ellwood, Cowboy Bred, Cowboy Born, D’Ann Lindun, Cowboy Up, boxed set, Contemporary Western Romance, cowboys

 

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Seven women who know how to…

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A boxed set of seven romantic novellas by seven award winning authors experienced with writing about the men of the West.

 

Always, Cowboy

by Allison Merritt

Blurb:

The past is better left behind, unless it offers a brighter future.

Brody Longtree’s first love was bull riding, but he loved beauty queen Libby Dempsey equally as hard. When she turned down his marriage proposal, everything from his rodeo career to his love life went to hell. His love ran too deep for blame, so he made the best of what life threw at him. Things finally get back on track…and then she almost runs over his dog.

When her pageant dreams died in an embarrassing display of nerves, Libby made a new, cowboy-free life for herself. One where she could train other girls who want to be pageant princesses. One that doesn’t give her any reason to dwell on what might have been with Brody until his dog bounds into her heart. And she bounds into Brody’s bed.

Despite the differences in their lives, they mesh together, the way Brody always knew they would. No matter what, he’s waiting until he’s certain Libby is ready to get married before he asks again, but their relationship comes under fire when one of her friends reveals a secret about a little girl Libby is awfully attached to—a girl who’s the right age to be Brody’s daughter.

Excerpt:

Under that snap front western shirt, did he still sport six-pack abs? She couldn’t count the number of times she’d helped him out of a similar shirt and put ice on his bruises after a ride. Or how often they’d parked at the lake and explored one another under the stars.

“Hot?” Brody asked.

“What?”

“You’re flushed. We could go sit in the stands, maybe catch a breeze.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Can I ask you something, Lib?” Brody rose. His dark eyes were serious and a few lines bracketed his mouth. “Why’d you come tonight?”

Libby swallowed hard. “You asked me.”

“Really?”

“I only live an hour away and I didn’t have anything else to do tonight.” Tell him you miss him.

“You used to be more honest.” He slipped his hand around her wrist. “You missed me.”

“I—” Electricity buzzed through her from his touch. “Maybe a little.”

“Maybe a lot.” He pulled her into his arms. “You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

About Allison Merritt:

Allison MerrittA love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town  in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in  national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.

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Cowboys Don’t Cry

by Vickie Taylor

Blurb:

A broken cowboy with nothing left to lose…except his heart.

Dash Connaway is hell-bent down a highway to nowhere. But he can’t outrun fate. Just a few months ago, he’d had a new album shooting up the country music charts, a luxury tour bus prepped for gigs in 39 cities, and a live-in girl friend he’d been thinking of asking to marry him. Now he’s just another drifter with an old guitar, a beat-up pickup, and a dog named Bill for a bed mate…until he meets Maggie McCain.

Maggie isn’t your ordinary Oregon rancher. She’s more into organic gardening and hand-spinning yarn from the fleece of her prized alpacas than breeding stinky old cattle. She’s a nurturer, a giver, so when Dash steps into her life from nowhere, she’s ready to trade in her solitary existence on the farm in favor of a husband to grow old with and a passel of children to care for.

But when she learns the real reason for Dash’s commitment to life on the road, she’s faced with a difficult choice and a lesson in the fallacy behind the old saying “Cowboys don’t cry.” Only time will tell just how potent the healing power of love can really be.

Excerpt:

“It’s a girl,” he pronounced cradling the newborn alpaca in his arms.

The woman wiped her grimy chin with the back of her grimier hand. Tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks. “You did it.” She pushed to her feet, but her legs looked none too steady. She picked up the rifle and leaned on it like a crutch.

Dash went to her, ready to catch her if she fell. “We did it,” he corrected.

“Yes, we did.”

He smiled and reached out to her free arm. It was meant to be a celebratory brush, a comfort…but it lingered a moment too long. The air changed.

Without warning, she swung her rifle up and rested the barrel against his chest. “Now who the hell are you, and what are you doing on my land?”

About Vickie Taylor:

Vickie Taylor published her first book in 1999 and quickly rose to the ranks of national best-selling and award-winning author. She enjoys all types of books, but especially paranormal, suspense, and western contemporary with the unifying theme being romance. Vickie always enjoys a good love story. She is the author of sixteen published novels and is a four-time nominee for the Oscar of the romance world, the Romance Writers of America Rita award. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s usually out riding horses, training search and rescue dogs, or volunteering with her local humane society. She is an avid supporter of the campaign to preserve America’s wild horses, and her latest release, Cowboys Don’t Cry is the first book in a new series featuring her beloved mustangs. Sign up for her newsletter to be notified when the next book in the series, The Horseman’s Widow, coming October, 2014, is available. Vickie loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via the methods below:

Website  (where you can also sign up for her newsletter announcing new releases.)  |  Facebook  |   Twitter

 

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A Cowboy’s Heart

by Leslie Garcia

Blurb:

Teenage lovers torn apart by betrayal. Have seventeen years changed everything—or nothing?

Star-crossed lovers in their south Texas hill country high school, torn apart by a best friend’s lie, a mother’s cold hatred, and a father’s lack of trust…

High school junior Illy Kingston turns to varsity football star and cowboy in training Gil Salas when her father, a Border Patrol agent, is killed under suspicious circumstances.

Their hormone-fueled, all or nothing affair ends when betrayal tears them apart.

Years, later, Illy returns home, at loose ends after her disastrous marriage to a reality show rock star ends with an embarrassing photo gone viral and a divorce.

When Gil and his mounted Border Patrol make an unannounced civic call at a local elementary school, Gil is shocked to see Illy lurking in the shadows, threatening to upend his existence once again.

The old passion still burns—but neither can go back to the innocence of their high school affair. Illy swore never to love a man wearing a uniform that didn’t involve jeans, a western hat, and boots. Gil has a price on his head.

And star-crossed love doesn’t usually work for cowboys, either.

Excerpt:

He stopped abruptly. Illy had told him to stop, and he hadn’t thought she meant it. The memory of her reacting to him, caressing him, wanting him, stormed back. And then, when Emma called, she’d turned off and fled in a fury.

Did she think he’d seen the picture? He’d seen it online, like the entire world had, according to all the social media. What if she thought he was just acting out what he’d seen? No matter how much the photo enraged and sickened him, he could only imagine her horror that her marriage was over, but that episode never would be.

Did she feel strange at all, being in his arms after that very public display with her ex-husband? His heart thudded dully. She must know he’d seen the picture, but what would it do to her if she knew the truth?

He closed his eyes. She was out of his life, and that was best for him. Because truth be told, he didn’t know if he could take her again and not remember the second most painful night of his life. The night he’d happened on Illy making love to her rock-star husband in public.

About Leslie Garcia:

Leslie GarciaLeslie P. García grew up lost among a crowd of six siblings and a menagerie that included more than twenty horses and ponies, uncounted dogs and cats, possums, raccoons—even a lion and monkeys. Then she moved to Texas, fell in love, was disowned—and embarked on her real adventures, raising 4 children, teaching hundreds, and loving 9 grandkids through forty years of marriage. The fabric of that colorful life has always been writing. In A Cowboy Heart, Leslie celebrates two of her passions—cowboys and the ever present chance at redemption in spite of past mistakes. Leslie loves hearing from readers and can be found all over cyber space, including these places:

Website  |  Facebook  |  Twitter  |  Pinterest  |  E-mail: lesliegarcia2000-author@yahoo.com

 

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The Heartsong Cowboy

by Melissa Keir

Blurb:

Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Angela French blames herself for her daughter’s lack of voice. Determined to do anything to correct the situation, she seeks out Jake Kyncade, the owner of The Heartsong Ranch.

Jake Kyncade hides his own sorrows behind his no-nonsense demeanor. Helping children becomes one way to correct his past. Using equine therapy, he sets out to make a difference.

Can Jake help Angela’s dreams come true or will Jake’s past bring more heartache? Will love save them all?

 

Melissa Keir, The Heartsong Cowoby, Cowboy Up, Boxed Set, Anthology, Contemporary Western Romance, Cowboy Romance, Western

 

 

Excerpt:

With Taylor asleep on the couch, Angela snuck the magazine out of her daughter’s sleeping hands before carrying her to her bed. After making sure her baby was tucked in, she turned out the lights and went to the kitchen. She sat down at the table to study the article about the horse whisperer. The photos gave off a peaceful feeling—so much so, she longed to jump into the images. Along with the horses, there were shots of children laughing and petting the animals. The article mentioned a little boy with Down’s Syndrome whose language increased after a week of animal therapy. The Heartsong Ranch. Even the name sounds encouraging. Dare I get my hopes up?

One photo in particular captured her attention. The owner, Jake Kyncade, wore jeans and a cowboy hat as he stood next to the ranch sign. She took a deep breath as butterflies circled in her abdomen. He’s sexy. Very different from Mike. Mr. Kyncade has this wounded look in his eyes. I wonder what his trauma was. I’ve gotten better at noticing it in others. Still, he’s good looking. Probably married with his own children.

 

Melissa Keir, The Heartsong Cowoby, Cowboy Up, Boxed Set, Anthology, Contemporary Western Romance, Cowboy Romance, Western

 

 

About Melissa Keir:

Melissa KeirMelissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.

As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America, Mid-Michigan RWA Chapter, and EPIC. She is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars.

Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a movie reviewer, an owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.

Website  |  Blog  |  Facebook  | Facebook Page  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads

 

Melissa Keir, The Heartsong Cowoby, Cowboy Up, Boxed Set, Anthology, Contemporary Western Romance, Cowboy Romance, Western

 

 

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Cowboy Trouble

by Autumn Piper

Blurb:

She’s decided to make some bad choices this weekend.

Susie Howell has always done what her family expects of her, but they don’t know about the divorce papers she’s just signed, or the secret torch she carries for sexy ranch hand Cash. When keeping the secret gets to her, she flees her brother’s wedding reception. Determined to live a little, she swipes the nearest truck from the ranch and heads to Sin City.

Cash Acosta has worked hard for everything he has, and nobody is taking off with his truck. When he sees it driving away, he jumps in—and becomes the unwilling passenger of a ready and willing woman he’s forbidden to touch. Hell-bent for trouble, the boss’s sister has already earmarked him as one of her “bad choices”.

And Susie intends to get what she wants.

 

 

Autumn Piper, Cowboy Trouble, Cowboy Up, Boxed Set, Anthology, Contemporary Western Romance, Cowboy Romance, Western

 

 

Excerpt:

“So that’s why you’re runnin’.” Under the parking lot lights, his eyes were pitch black. He thumbed a tear from her cheek.

She tried for a more ladylike sniffle, blinked away her tears. Nodded, for lack of a better reply.

“When I hear a beautiful woman wants to make some mistakes, my gut instinct is to help her out with that.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “Hearin’ she’s single…that’s another checkmark in the pros column.” Hypnotized, she barely breathed as he cupped her jaw in his fingers and that gaze riveted on hers. “Seein’ her cry? What choice do I have?” He bent to her, his lips hot and strong, skilled as they teased hers apart, his tongue waking feelings she’d forgotten. And Lord, it may be too soon, it may be wrong, but she wanted. Wanted Cash, his hands, his mouth, his… She grabbed onto his hard shoulders, slipped her hands up his neck, buried her fingers in that thatch of hair. And kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Of course there was. Sexy, brooding, womanizing Cash wanted her, and he’d be hers, at least for this trip.

 

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About Autumn Piper:
Autumn PiperBorn and raised in itty-bitty Rifle, Colorado, Autumn Piper studiously avoided trouble…but is now inclined toward it, particularly in her novels. She thinks the best things in life are funny, and the runners-up, romantic.

An admitted carb addict, Autumn writes, edits, manages two teenagers, two cats, a box turtle with a huge personality, one husband and many supersize houseplants, and does the cooking and cleaning when forced to.

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Chasing a Cowboy

by Sara Walter Ellwood

Blurb:

He’s running from heartbreak. She’s chasing after love… Their hearts will never be the same.

Paige Morgan has lived her entire life in the glare of her fraternal twin sister’s
star. Although the sisters are as different as sun is from the moon, Paige fell in love with the same man as her famous swimsuit model sister. When country superstar Chase Jordan is dumped at the altar by her twin, Paige sees an opportunity to go after the one thing of her sister’s she’s always wanted. She finds Chase in Cabo San Lucas nursing his broken heart in the true country song fashion—with a bottle of Jose Cuervo—and reminds him of the desire he once felt for her. Will this singing cowboy change his tune as they set the tropical nights on fire? Or will Paige be the one singing the blues when her sister shows up wanting her man back?

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Excerpt:

All of his hopes and dreams shattered on what should have been the happiest day of his life. Today, instead of settling in for their two-week vacation and only getting out of bed to eat, he was nursing a bottle of Jose Cuervo. Why had he come here? His brother wasright; he could have easily eaten the cost of the trip. Chase had insisted that he had to escape for a little while, lick his wounds and come up with a plan before he had to go back on tour in a few weeks. Jack accused him of wanting to punish himself. Why else would he go to the place he and Kayla were to have their honeymoon? Had he come here to remind himself of what should have been? He shook his head, hoping to dislodge the thoughts, and turned to gaze out the other side of the bar.

A woman stood on the walkway staring at him through a pair of Aviators. Her long blonde ponytail shimmered in the sun like spun gold. He narrowed his eyes. Was he now hallucinating?

She entered the bar and headed toward him. Sitting on the stool beside him, she removed her sunglasses to reveal a pair of expressive hazel eyes. “Surprise.”

“Paige? What the hell are you doing here?”

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About Sara Walter Ellwood:

Sara Walter Ellwood (7)Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published author and publishes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.

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Cowboy Bred, Cowboy Born

by D’Ann Lindun

Blurb:

Freedom or family?  Only love can make the choice.

Photographer Alannah Murphy refuses to be tied down. She watched her parents struggle to hold onto their dairy farm until it killed them. The mere thought of the same fate makes her shudder. When she meets rancher Sterling Gentry she has to face her fears, or lose him.

Sterling Gentry longs for someone to hand his ranch down to. Like his father before him, he has sacrificed everything to hold onto the land his ancestors settled. But finding Ms. Right proves harder than he imagined. Then he meets Alannah Murphy with her big city ways. How he can ever take a chance with a woman exactly like his mother, who abandoned him when he was a child?

Despite their determination to stay the course they’ve each chosen, attraction pulls them together as steadily as a nail to a magnet. Can these two find a way to mesh Alannah’s need for freedom and Gentry’s desire to hold onto his land?

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Excerpt:

Still snapping photos, the woman approached him. When she came within speaking distance, she waved. “Hello.”

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in the middle of the road? Don’t you know better than to stand in the way when somebody’s herding stock?”

Her mouth opened and closed a couple times. “I didn’t think—”

“Hell no, you didn’t think,” Gentry shouted. “Damn it anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “The shot was just so good…”

The shot? She’d ruined hours upon hours of exhausting work because she’d wanted a picture? Who the hell would do something so stupid?

Only a damn greenhorn.

For the first time he noticed her get-up. A straw hat only a city girl would wear, floaty pink top with tiny straps that left her bare shoulders exposed to the unforgiving Arizona sun, cut-off jean shorts and red cowboy boots. Daisy Duke personified. He shook his head in disgust.

Reality crashed over him.

The New York photographer his mother had enticed out here, hoping an article in The Cowboy magazine would bring attention to the Santa Gertrudis cattle they raised.

Damn.

 

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About D’Ann Lindun:

DAnn LindunFalling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

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Gambling On A Secret

 

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Excerpt 1 (Highlight)

Dylan moved over to her, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around before he realized what he was doing. Charli stood close enough for him to smell the sweet scent of peaches and see the flecks of blue in her wide green eyes. “I warned you more than once about Ferguson. I won’t let you give him this ranch. I’ll buy it from you first.”

She laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding. You’ll buy the ranch? Hell.”

She bent into the open refrigerator. It wasn’t a secret he was broke, but her easy dismissal pinched his heart in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable way.

Over her shoulder, Charli burned him with the fire of her cat-like eyes. “I don’t really give a flyin’ fu–I don’t care what your deal is with Leon. He’s done nothing to me. He’s a gentleman and only wants to be my friend.” She turned back toward him with a carton of eggs in one hand and a jug of milk in the other. “So, if you can’t accept that, I think you know what you can do. Goes for my rule about your drinking, too. Take it or leave it. The door’s open.”

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Excerpt 2 (Official)

“Ferguson, what are you doing here?” Dylan barked.

Leon ambled toward them on the stone path. “I’m saving a young maiden from torment. What are you doing here, playing the part of the devil?”

“I’m Miss Monroe’s new manager.” The deadly edge of his voice matched the flintiness of his eyes. “If there’s anyone to save the young maiden from, it’s you.”

“Mr. Quinn, please.” She turned to Leon. “Leon, is there something I can do for you?”

He smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a face handsome enough to belong to an actor. “I was just passing by on my way home and decided to stop. How are the boys working out?”

Dylan’s stance widened and his hands flexed at his slides. “What boys?”

“Charli and I have entered into a business arrangement.”

She lost the battle with the urge to wrap her arms around herself. As much as she appreciated Leon’s kindness, respected him, and was even a little attracted to him, something about him didn’t sit right with her. He represented her peers in the community. According to Mrs. Pratt, besides the Cartwrights, she and Leon were undoubtedly the wealthiest residents in the county. No one in Colton could learn about her past. It would ruin her, and Leon, no doubt, had the means to dig up the dirt.

“Really?” Dylan stepped closer to her in a protective manner. Whiskey tainted his breath as the warmth of the exhalations tickled her cheek. “What kind of business arrangement?”

She could protect herself. Dylan Quinn wasn’t any safer than Leon Ferguson. Stepping away from him, she forced her arms to her sides. “Mr. Quinn, I can handle this.”

She faced Leon. “I’m amazed by how much the men got done since starting on Monday. The foreman told me last evening they’d be reseeding another fifty acres for hay this morning. And they have the corrals fixed and started on the fencing in the north pasture.”

“Good, good.” He glanced at Dylan. “I’ll be going, unless you need a more reliable exterminator. I couldn’t help but overhear about your snake infestation. I can give you the name of the company that has gotten rid of the snakes in our lakes over on Oak Springs for years.”

Although he presented the perfect solution, she didn’t the like way Leon had looked at Dylan as he said the word exterminator. “No, Mr. Quinn is quite capable of getting rid of the snake.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is.” Leon tipped his hat. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, Charli.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as his uncle glanced at him. “It’s good to see you up among the living again.”

Leon headed back to his Porsche. With no pretense of lowering his voice, Dylan said, “Now, there’s a snake no one wants in their garden.”

Upon hearing the jibe, Leon’s shoulders jerked in mid-stride.

Rattled by Leon’s attention and the snake fiasco, she turned on Dylan. “You aren’t off the hook. I want those snakes gone.”

“We’ll see.”

“I hate snakes.” She shuddered and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should have asked him who the exterminator is.”

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Except 3 (HOT)

“Stay with me for a little while.” Her voice was warm as good Southern whiskey and just as intoxicating. “I don’t want to fight this thing between us anymore. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Me either.” Slowly, he slid his hands over the soft cotton covering her back. She shivered and her lips parted.

He lowered his mouth to hers, and she opened to accept the full thrust of his tongue. She tugged on his t-shirt, and skimmed her hands over the skin under the hem. He groaned deep in his chest as she raked her nails over the small of his back, jolting his already excited erection.

When he tried to retreat from the battle of dueling tongues, she sucked on his, wrenching a long, deep moan from him. His hands held the curve of her behind, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her flesh.

She broke the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. Before he knew what she was doing, her hands were on his belt. He caught her by the wrists and stripped her of her shirt and bra. She tugged off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans between gut-twisting kisses.

She stood before him wearing only a diamond studded belly button ring and a pair of stretch lace, pink panties. Freckles, millions of them, speckled the creamy porcelain of her skin. Like springs caught in a blacksmith’s fire, her red-gold hair fell around her face and shoulders and down her back to her waist. The sexy pout puckering her lips and the heavy-lidded eyes caught and held his.

He knew she wasn’t innocent, but something about the way she looked made him think she was far more experienced than he’d initially thought.

“Are you sure we should do this?” His voice came through as a low rumble.

Charli flashed him a wicked grin. She skimmed her right hand over the Special Forces tat and the puckered nipple on the left side of his chest. He shuddered when she leaned in and flicked her hot tongue over the point and ran her hands down his body to the fly of his jeans. She’d already opened the belt. She lowered the zipper and purred against his skin. “Don’t you dare get all noble on me now.”

 

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Gambling On A Heart

Sara Walter Ellwood, Gambling On A Heart, Contemporary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy Romance

 

Excerpt 1 (Highlight)

He didn’t look happy about their turn on the makeshift dance floor.

Tracy swallowed and waited for him to walk toward her. Zack’s younger brother announced the next dance, and Zack stepped before her. When she placed her hand in his, heat tingled up her arm. She looked at his face, but if he felt anything, he didn’t feel the same thing she did.

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Let’s get this over with.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

All eyes were on them. In a community as close-knit as Forest County, Texas—where everyone seemed related in some convoluted way–not many people didn’t know Tracy and Zack’s sordid past. A past she had never lived down.

He didn’t smile. His expression didn’t change from the angry contemplation she’d seen more than once on his face.

At the middle of the dance floor, he dropped her hand and reached for her waist. Heat from his light grasp immediately flowed through her, and she sucked in a breath. She had to get a grip. He was making it clear he wanted nothing to do with her. Didn’t she want as far away from him as she could get, too?

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Excerpt 2 (Official)

“I was hoping you could keep me company this afternoon.” He skimmed his fingers over her cheek.

Her insides, heating up like lava under the surface of the earth, pooled in her low belly. Her lips parted.

Against her lips, he whispered, “Tracy, I want you.”

She had thought of little else since he’d left her standing on her porch Friday night. He was asking her to enter into a sexual relationship without any hope of a future–without love.

But she was already in love with Zack.

Both of their kids would benefit from them being together. Hadn’t that been what she’d decided while she tossed and turned in her big, empty bed?

With her gaze locked on his, she murmured, “I want you, too, but I have a stipulation.”

He leaned back. “What is it?”

“I’m no one’s bed-buddy, Zack. I know what my reputation is in this town, but it’s all wrong.” She swallowed her rapidly thumping heart back into place. “I’ll only go through with this, if you promise to treat me as a serious girlfriend. That means we date, we visit with our families and we share our kids.” When his expression hardened, she quickly added, “Mandy likes me. And I adore her. I’d like to bring her here, to the shop, for a few hours and play. And take her shopping. I know your mom tries, but she’s busy with her foundations and charities she does for the Junior League.”

The breath she sucked in was full of Zack’s scent of sage and leather. “Meanwhile, you can teach Bobby how to ride and maybe take him to the sheriff’s department and show him around. Jake won’t like it, but I’ll deal with him.” Having laid her demands out on the proverbial table, she held her breath, waiting for him to tell her what she could do with herself. After all, a man of Zack’s caliber could have any damned woman he wanted. Tracy was just handy, and according to the gossip of her ex-husband and mother-in-law, she was easy.

He studied her for a few moments. “That’s more than one stipulation.”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Tracy, it won’t change what I told you Friday night. I’m never getting married again.”

His words stung as much now as they had the other night, but she didn’t show him how much. She kept her face determined, as if she were haggling over one of his horses, rather than her body and soul.

“Fine. But I’m not a floozy. Yes, I’ve made mistakes. But I have my son to consider. And I’d hope you’d feel the same about Mandy. They’re bound to see us together. What do you plan on telling your six-year-old daughter when she asks about me? That I’m your friend with benefits? I know that isn’t what I want to be teaching my son.” Moreover, she didn’t want to give credence to Jake’s claim that she had no sexual morals.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll play the game your way.” He pressed her against him. “Luck would have it I’m off this afternoon, too. I’ve already put in sixteen hours.”

When his lips captured hers, she knew she’d made a pact with the devil, but she couldn’t stop the elation surging through her. There was something he wanted from her. Sex was a big portion of it, but something else kept Zack from walking away and hooking up with any one of the many available women in town.

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Excerpt 3 (HOT)

“Sorry about the mess.” He reached for the buckle of his service belt. “I never entertain company in here.”

She bit her lip as he removed the belt holding various gear, including a holstered Glock, and gently laid it on the couch in front of a red brick fireplace. He didn’t date and probably hadn’t had sex since his wife’s death. The prospect of being the first since Lisa both thrilled and scared her to her core.

When he stood before her again, she met his gaze. “Shouldn’t you lock that up? Because of the gun?”

The grin tugging on his lips had invisible tentacles attached to the pit in her lower belly where she felt its pull. With his hands on the buttons of his shirt, he said, “Are you afraid of my gun?” He opened more buttons, revealing his chest was bare underneath.

As with the night they’d played in the pool, she found it hard not to stare at the muscles moving under the tanned skin and the scar marking the wound that had nearly killed him.

He shrugged out of the shirt. “I wasn’t planning on shooting off that particular gun.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots, pulled them off, then his socks. Such a simple act, but the exhaled breath caught behind her heart somewhere in her throat.

He stood, held out his hand to her. “Come here.”

And despite every warning bell in her going off, she took his hand and let him pull her to him. He wrapped her up in his arms.

“This is crazy. It’s the middle of the afternoon. You should be at work trying to figure out who stole your horses. Or sleeping. You said you worked all night.”

A grin lifted the corner of his lips. He hadn’t shaved, and the day’s growth of beard darkened the angle of his jaw and planes of his cheeks. A troublesome lock of hair fell over his forehead. He looked just like the picture of the bad-assed rodeo cowboy she’d ripped from a friend’s calendar and kept folded up in her underwear drawer.

“Yeah, we probably are crazy, but I don’t care.” A hairsbreadth above her lips, he murmured, “Tell me now if you don’t want to do this, Tracy.”

He gave her an out. She should walk away now, before she completely lost her heart, but her body had other ideas. She pressed her lips to his and licked the full upper lip. When he pressed her pelvis into his, she felt the hard, long steel of his erection. Parting his lips, he let her tentatively explore his hot mouth. He tasted so good, sweet and spicy. His tongue stroked against hers, and her hands, caught between their bodies, splayed over his hard six-pack and inched their way upward. Only a sparse dusting of hair tickled her fingers in their blind exploration. As she stroked over the points of his masculine nipples, he sucked in a heavy breath and caressed his tongue against hers and turned up the passion of the kiss to toe-curling.

He slipped his hands under her top, and she shuddered as he caressed up her spine, pushing the thin material up, breaking the kiss to remove her t-shirt. After tossing it on top of his uniform shirt, he reached for the belt of her pants. Before any semblance of sanity returned, she was stepping out of her sandals and kicking off the slacks pooled around her ankles.

She couldn’t meet his gaze. Tracy knew he was peering at her, dressed in her plain white bra and panties. She didn’t want to see what she’d find in his eyes.

“Tracy.” His voice was low and gentle. Using his finger and thumb, he lifted her chin to bring her eyes to his. He smiled and ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek, down her neck to the small rise above her padded push-up bra.

She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to see in the midnight pools, but an inferno wasn’t it. He curled his other hand around her hipbone, and he turned her to lay her on the bed. He stretched out beside her, and his lips followed the blazing trail his fingers had made only moments before.

 

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Heartstrings

 

Sara Walter Ellwood, Heartstrings, Contemporary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy Romance

 

Excerpt 1 (Hightlight)

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. She bit her bottom lip. God, she wanted to spend time with him. “What do you have planned?”

“Something special.” When she started to shake her head, he added, “All you need to do is say yes. And pack enough for a two-day trip. Although, I doubt you’ll need any of it.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I have the ranch–”

“You can go willingly or I’ll kidnap you. The choice is yours. I talked to Judd, and he’ll take care of the ranch in your absence,” he countered, referring to her foreman.

“You thought of everything.” Excitement curled in her lower belly at the way he grinned at her. A whole weekend with the one thing she couldn’t have, but wanted beyond all reason. Maybe she could convince herself he only wanted sex and couldn’t possibly feel anything for her.

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Excerpt 2 (Official)

Seth leaned in. His lips were close enough to kiss, and his scent of sandalwood and something exotic enveloped her, taking her back to that night on the beach. His eyes flashed with the dangerous fire of his temper. It was similar to the flame of the passion she’d once seen in the green depths. Abby didn’t expect or want the heat curling in her belly, and shivered with a sudden and fierce desire.

“I’m her father, Abigail. I wanted to be her father after she was born. It was you and Mike who insisted I had no business messing things up.”

“I never said any such thing. You never tried. You just left.”

He pounded a fist on the counter top so hard she jumped. “Yes, I left! I wasn’t welcome at home. Dad ran me off with a shotgun. Mike wouldn’t even let me see my daughter. He made it quite clear you and he were happily married, and I had no place in your life. I was under contract to be in Nashville to start recording my first album.”

What did he mean, Mike wouldn’t let him see Emily?

Before she had a chance to voice her question, his eyes darkened as the pupils dilated, obscuring the stormy green. “But I’m no longer nineteen and scared shitless. I could make things very rough for you and this fantasy you’ve got working.”

A cold lump quickly replaced the tangle of heat in her belly. “What-what do you mean?”

He backed off and tapped the countertop. “I’m talking a custody battle. I could have a judge order a paternity test. I think we both know the media hoopla the results would cause.”

Her heart slammed into her chest wall. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“Try me. Now that I’ve met Emily, I want to get to know her.” He walked over to look out the kitchen window. The hard line of his jaw melted, and he swallowed so hard his throat moved up and down. “I was a fool when I let Mike talk me out of being in her life after she was born.”

“What do you mean?”

He glanced at her. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

The strings of guitar music provided a soft counterpoint to the hard tension in the kitchen. Emily was outside on the patio playing around with her guitar, waiting for them to finish with the dishes she and Seth had insisted on doing.

“All I want is to have some time with my daughter. That’s all I’m asking for.” When he looked over his shoulder at her, sadness replaced the anger in his eyes. “I’ll keep your little secret. I’ll just be her favorite singer. The family friend who made it big in Nashville. I don’t want to hurt her. As much as it galls the hell out of me, I see what Mike means to her.”

He moved toward her and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Besides, I don’t want to hurt Carolann or Frank any more than you do.” He glanced outside again, his voice husky as he spoke. “But I’ll sue you if I have to.”

A part of her wanted to give in to him, but a larger part wanted to punish him. Let him take her to court; she’d make sure the world knew what kind of jerk Seth Kendall really was.

She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands by her sides. “I’ll let you have tonight, Seth. But don’t ask for more.”

She turned away and strode through the French doors.

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Excerpt 3 (HOT)

Abby closed the pearl snaps of his shirt and wobbled through the kitchen. She lifted the collar and breathed in Seth’s scent. She loved the way he smelled and tasted.

The shirt barely covered her, but there was no way she’d walk around the house completely nude. She could only imagine what he’d think of her pudgy belly and full hips if he’d taken the time to actually look at her. She turned on the light over the sink and filled a glass with water.

She swallowed the cold sip and closed her eyes. What had she done?

“Hey, I came back from the bathroom to find you gone.” Seth entered from the hall, running his fingers through his tousled hair, and as nude as the day as he was born. Her gaze traveled over his amazing body, and he watched her as if unable to get enough of her either.

He sauntered toward her and wrapped his arms around her. “Damn. Too bad Urban’s already done that one.”

“What’s that?”

“You look good in my shirt,” he said, referring to a Keith Urban hit song. “But you look even better without it.”

Heat warmed her cheeks, and she leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. “You just plain look good…period.”

He removed the glass from her hand and took a sip before setting it on the counter. When he responded to her, she moaned and lifted her leg, bringing herself intimately against him. How could she be so achy for him so soon?

He raised a brow. “You haven’t been anywhere near loved enough, if you can still look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me right up.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Good. Because I’m feeling a little famished myself.” He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wiggled against his erection. Chuckling low and sensually in her ear, he carried her back to bed. “Trust me, this will definitely be better than chocolate cake.”

 

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Gambling On A Secret

Book 1 of The Colton Gamblers

 

Sara Walter Ellwood, Gambling On A Secret, Contemporary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy Romance

Blurb:

When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her?

Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitches—the Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wife’s betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, Dylan’s even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

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Gambling On A Heart

Book 2 of The Colton Gamblers

 

Sara Walter Ellwood, Gambling On A Heart, Contemporary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy Romance

 

Blurb:

She once lost his heart on a bluff. Will she risk everything to win it back?

Beautician Tracy Quinn spends her days making the women of Colton, Texas beautiful, while living down the nickname of Olive Oyl, given to her by the only man she has ever loved—Zack Cartwright. She spends her nights alone, despite what her ex husband wants their friends and neighbors to think.

Ex-rodeo cowboy. Ex-bad-boy. Ex-Marine. Widower and single dad Sheriff Zack Cartwright can describe his life in exes. One ex in particular reminds him of what’s missing in his workaholic life: Tracy Quinn. For years since she broke his heart, he’s practically made avoiding her a second job. He still wants her, but can never go after her.

When cattle rustlers target her brother’s ranch, Tracy and Zack are stuck working together. Her son could use a positive male role model, and his daughter is wild for a chance at a “substitute” mom. But Tracy’s ex threatens to sue if she lets Zack near her son, and the Colton grapevine is abuzz with rumors about their past relationship. Is it worth the gamble to see if what they have is more than lust?

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Heartstrings

 

Sara Walter Ellwood, Heartstrings, Contemporary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy Romance

 

 

Blurb:

He’s determined to set things right, no matter the cost.

The last person Abby Crawford wants to face down is country music superstar Seth Kendall. Last time she did, she flat-out lied so he’d go to Nashville without her. She’s never understood why their mutual best friend proposed, but she went with it so her baby wouldn’t be fatherless. Now she’s a divorced mother of a teenager, and secretly Seth’s biggest fan.

Seth is home in McAllister, Texas for his father’s funeral…and a chance to meet the daughter he’s never known. He’s willing to face the music of his own making and admit he’s known about his little girl all along. For fifteen years he’s kept his distance because Abby told him to follow his dreams without her, insisting she didn’t love him. But now he won’t leave until he knows his daughter and she knows him, even if it means facing the woman who broke his heart for good.

Confessing she’s lied about her daughter’s paternity all these years won’t be easy for Abby, especially with her ex blackmailing her to keep the secret. And Seth doesn’t know the hardest truth of all: Every love song he plays on his guitar still plucks her heartstrings.

 

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COMING JUNE 2015 from KENSINGTON LYRICAL PRESS

 

Gambling On A Dream

Book 3 of The Colton Gamblers

 

Blurb:

When the past and present collide, will Dawn and Wyatt roll the dice on a dream unrealized?

In Colton, Texas, where cattle and horses outnumber people 100 to 1, kids are turning up dead. Interim Sheriff Dawn Madison has to find the murderer or jeopardize her dream of being elected the county’s first Native American female sheriff. Drugs had cost her unborn son his life, and she does not intend to allow kids in her town to be killed over them. Her competition for the election is a fellow deputy who believes her brother is the drug dealer. To save her brother from another wrongful drug conviction and to find the murderer, she’ll do anything, even work with the man who broke her heart.

Texas Ranger Wyatt McPherson never wanted to see Dawn again after she shattered his dreams by putting herself in harm’s way and losing their baby—a child he didn’t know she was pregnant with until it was too late. Now, he’s the Ranger on the hunt for a drug dealer taking out the local competition. But working with Dawn is harder than proving her brother isn’t the killer. As their passion heats up, they realize their old dreams might not be as lost as they thought, but they may not have a chance to find out as the killer is determined to remove Dawn from the election forever.

 

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About Sara…

Sara Walter Ellwood, Author, Contempoary Western, Romance, Texas Romance, Cowboy RomanceAlthough Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published author and publishes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.

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Excerpt: Storming Love: Doug and Neal / DeRicci / MM contemp

Welcome to Spookapalooza 2014!! I’ve missed everyone this year! This is the first party I’ve attended all year! I know! Been a bit off, and out, and family…. and well… It happens. But I’m back! With a new release and more coming! YAY!!

 

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Title Doug & Neal
Storming Love Series #6
Author Diana DeRicci
ISBN# MLR-1-02014-0298 (ebook) $4.99
Release Date October 2014
Cover Artist Kris Jacen
Length 24,000 words
Heat Rating Moderate
Categories Contemporary
Available At: MlrBooks (ebook)

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Doug travels from Arbor Heights to stay with his grandmother Noel during one of the largest hurricanes North Carolina has seen. What starts as a support trip becomes more intense when her neighbor’s house is damaged during the storm, forcing Neal to bunker down with Doug and his grandmother. But it’s not just a hurricane tossing Doug’s life around. There’s a boyfriend back home causing him to question their relationship, and an unexpected attraction for Neal. Doug’s life will never be the same after Hurricane Lauris.

Chapter One
Doug turned into his grandmother’s driveway and brought the rented truck to a halt. He shook his head at what greeted him. Pink flamingos. Seriously, Grandma? Pink flamingos? He sighed. Did they even have flamingos outside of Florida?

Apparently his grandmother did. Grandmother Noel was a tad eccentric by most standards, and his favorite person in the world. And the first thing he was doing was plucking those crazy birds out of the ground and putting them away.

He hit a speed dial on his cell. “Hey babe,” he said when Ryan answered.

“Make it safe and sound?” There was humor in his voice and it warmed Doug to know Ryan was there for him.

“Landed and have arrived. I’ll call when I can. I don’t doubt we’ll lose power and cell but I’ll call as often as I can.”

“No problem, sweetness. Take care of Grandmama Noel and I’ll see you when you get home. Miss you.”

“Miss you, too.” He sighed, meaning every word. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

He ended the call. Getting out of the truck, he shouldered his overnight bag and grabbed his carryon by the handle out of the truck bed. He figured he’d be there at least a week, if not longer. He’d packed enough for almost three weeks if he had to stretch, especially if power took a while. Washing laundry wasn’t going to be easy without it. At the door, he rang the doorbell and waited.

The inner door opened and his grandmother beamed. “Doug!”

“Hi, Grandma.” He moved aside to let her open the outer glass door and leaned close to get a huge kiss. “I’m here.” It never failed, even though he stood over her now, he always felt eight years old around this lady.

“I see that. Go put your bags in the spare.”

He did as asked, meandering through the smallish home to the second bedroom. At almost eighty, Grandma Noel was still as spry as a spring chicken. She played bingo, gardened, and volunteered every week for the Ladies Auxiliary, and utterly believed conformity was for the birds. The bold pink stripe in her hair was proof of that. Age was a number, and hers didn’t matter. It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. Doug didn’t doubt all that activity and youthfulness was what was keeping her going strong. She just wasn’t able to prepare for the coming storm on her own, thus, his enlisted aid.

He plopped his heavier bag on the bed, looking around the room. He’d been there a lot over the years and knew nothing had really changed. His grandmother happened to like this particular color of blue that defied naming, so there was a lot of it in this room. His grandfather had put his foot down when he was alive to not have it in the master bedroom. Doug kind of understood his point.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, coming up behind him in the doorway.

“Not yet, but thank you.” He faced her. “Have you seen the weather reports?”

“Oh my, yes.” She put a light hand to her face. “That stupid storm. It’s going to give us a good walloping.”

He blew out a breath. Yeah, that’s what he’d heard, too. “Okay. Well, that’s why I got the truck, so we can get you plywood to cover the windows and anything else that won’t fit in your car.”

At least she had a two-car detached garage. So long as that held, the rental would be safe inside.

“Do you have enough food for the next week? Stuff that can be eaten without being heated?” A cooler and ice would work for a few days if the world stopped.

“I think so. Really all I need is water to take my medications,” she explained.

“Grandma,” he chided, chuckling. “You have to eat, too.”

She harrumphed at him, laughing. “Well, of course I do! I meant that I can rough it.”

He nodded, but didn’t argue. Young at heart was one thing. He wasn’t going to risk her health no matter how resilient she thought she was.

“Okay, well let’s make up a list or two and see what you have. Are Granddad’s tools still out in the garage?”

“Under his work shelf. I kept a lot of those because I knew they’d be needed.” She frowned. “Just hadn’t thought it would be for a hurricane.”

“Life is full of surprises,” he agreed. He followed her from the bedroom then veered off for the garage. Sunlight between the two buildings didn’t tell the story of the pending storm correctly, but at least they had time to get his grandmother’s house stabilized. The burr of work was already taking place up and down the street as people prepared for the torrential rain and harsh winds.

Opening the door, he turned on the light taking in the frozen in time aura of the space. He could still see his granddad futzing around his work bench, tinkering with some little bit of who knew what, something only he knew what it was. He’d enjoyed working on small motors and engines in his retirement and would often repair them for neighbors just for the sake of having things to work on. The smaller hand tools were hung with care on a pegboard above while the larger ones, the ones he needed, were on a shelf beneath.

He gathered the small crowbar, hammers, measuring tapes and anything else he thought he might need in his hands.

His phone rang before he was done in the garage. Juggling tools, he unclipped it. “Hello?”

“Hey. Did you make it okay?”

Doug chuckled. “Hey, Shawn. Yeah. Safe and sound.” He could hear the worry under his tone.

“Watching these weather reports is insane.”

“Earthquakes and four-month-long fires are better?”

Shawn huffed. “Okay, you have me there. Just be careful. Give a shout if you need anything from me.”

“I will. Thanks. I’ll be back when this is all over.”

“Not worried about that,” Shawn replied.

Doug was relieved to get that answer. Without a set in stone day to return he didn’t want to take any chances, but Shawn was his department head and if he said it was cool, then… He was luckier than many. He was supposed to be teaching first year music composition classes to new students. Instead, he was on the East Coast, getting ready for the hugest hurricane to hit in a decade. “Okay. I’ll give you guys a call in a few days.”

“Do that. Take care.”

“Thanks.” They hung up and Doug smiled, grateful for not only a boyfriend who cared, but friends who gave a damn. He’d been working with Shawn at the community college for almost three years. They were close work friends, and he was glad for that.

Shawn taught basic music comprehension and supervised the music department while Doug taught music composition. There was nothing more fun than Shawn playing guitar with Doug on the piano. They’d spent hours just goofing off, playing music and laughing.

He didn’t know a lot about Shawn’s background, only that he’d made some major changes once he’d moved to Arbor Heights from LA, about two years before he’d been hired at the school.

He knew Shawn was in a committed relationship–he’d overheard conversations on the phone. Not intentionally, but when you hear baby and love you, a person assumes. He knew whoever had Shawn was a lucky man.

Gathering up tools again, he managed to secure the garage and carry everything into the house without dropping anything.

He found his grandmother in the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of tea.

“Find what you needed?”

“I think so. Did you want to go to the store with me?”

“Do you mind if I don’t? My shows are coming on.”

Doug smiled. “That’s okay. Let’s make up a list of what we need. Hopefully the home supply store won’t be sold out already.”

About an hour later, he was driving to the closest big box store to buy boards and supplies. With those purchased, he returned to start reinforcing windows and removing things from the yard to store in the garage.

The next morning, the sky was still cloudless, but there was a pressure in the air that hadn’t been there the day before. The first signs of the coming hurricane could be felt on his skin. Almost everyone he passed looked to the east, into the sky. They knew it as well as he did. Lauris was coming.

A grocery store run was on the list, along with making sure the ice chest was cleaned out and ready to use. Going to the store proved to be an adventure in survival all its own. Shelves were being stripped clean and bottled water was almost as precious as gasoline.

As the hours ticked down and the day faded, the sense that something was coming, just out of sight, grew. A disquiet hung in the air like nature was holding its breath. Every house on the street had boarded up windows, making the neighborhood look like a ghost town. Everything loose had been removed from yards. Decorations were taken down from awnings and portico roofs. Tarps covered vegetation and were either staked to the ground or weighted down. Doug only had a few more small details. They’d be as ready as they could be when he was done, just waiting for the first surge.

They were eating breakfast the next morning when there was a knock on the door.

His grandmother stood to answer it and a moment later returned, followed by a man Doug didn’t know.

She said, “Doug, this is my neighbor, Neal. He came to make sure I was ready.”

Doug stood from the table and offered a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Are you hungry, Neal?” she asked.

The other man smiled and waved her off. “No. I already ate, but thank you. I wanted to let you know that if you need me, I’ll be next door.”

“You’re not going in to the hospital?” she asked, pouring a glass of tea and handing it to him just the same, ignoring his refusals.

“No, at least not right now.”

“What do you do?” Doug asked, taking his seat to finish eating.

“Sit,” she invited and Neal did, joining them at the table. He cradled his tea between his palms, relaxed as they talked.

“I’m a triage nurse at Hempstead Main, an RN.”

“Oh? I would think that would be where they’d want you during an emergency like this.” Doug cleaned his plate, trying not to look like he was starving at the same time. He loved his grandmother’s waffles.

“I just came off my rotation, so I’m actually on my downtime. It just worked out that the hurricane is coming now, too.”

When he was done, Doug walked to the sink to give his plate a rinse. “Is there anything you need help with at your place?” It seemed like a neighborly kind of thing to offer if he needed help with any last preparations.

Neal grew thoughtful. “No, I think I’ve got it all ready. What about you guys?”

“Covering the back windows today.”

“Would you like some help?” He drank some of the tea in his tumbler.

Doug didn’t think his grandmother would care if he asked for a little help. “I won’t turn down a second pair of hands.”

“Okay. Let me change into something I can work in. I’ll be right back.”

After he’d left, Doug said, “He seems like a nice guy.”

His grandmother smiled. “He checks on me using little excuses so he thinks I don’t know what he’s doing. He’s a very nice man.” She gave a sideways glance. “He’s single.”

Doug chuckled. She knew perfectly well Doug was in a relationship. “And I’m not.”

She gave him a dismissive shrug. He kissed her cheek. “Let me get what we need out of the garage. I’ll be in the backyard.”

“Okay,” she said.

Conceiving Evil-Jenna Fox

Don’t be daunted if you fall in love with the notorious Dorian Lincoln.

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In a World Full of Hopelessness, He was Her Savior

Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.

But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?

*A Dark Erotic Romance that will leave you screaming for more…

 

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SOMETHING EVIL STIRS

Something evil stirs in my town.
A festering unrest.
A defiant unease, a growing anxiety.
Moving ever so softly,
like whispers on the wind.
This thing comes swiftly.
No warning-as silent as breath.
Drenched in malice, it nears.
A friend to chaos, sloth and death.
So quick-a malignant mass.
Leaving behind the useless and morally dead.
So forceful, that many become chaff.
Consuming everyone within its wake.
It fed well-as always.
Until the next time-devouring all.
Slipping into homes, like fog on the bay.
Youthful disenchantment suffocates all.
Beware the beast is red as fire.
A mass of hate and poison.
Our dictators battle the war with little success,
for the King and his court,
squabble like school boys.
Only socialism will sooth the beast.
An iron fist cloaked in velvet is needed.
Something evil stirs.
I am ready-standing tall and strong.
I draw strength from within.
Honor rules my mind.
Courage stirs my desire to win.
For the beast is-procrastination.

SHE

Somewhere there’s a wife
thinking of her husband.
Wanting to kiss him,
even though he is far off.
She hopes he’ll live to see her again.
Helmet on-gun at his side.
As his family is kept in his heart.
Her hero stands with pride.
She knows she may never see or touch him again.
For a soldier’s life on the front line is slim.
She prays to be with him soon.
Oh how it breaks her heart.
He has risked his life.
For others to be safe and free.
Some must give little or all.

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Tall, Dark and Apocalyptic – Sexy Dark Paranormal Romance

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Apart they are pain and death…apocalyptic. Together they are fire and magic…destiny.

He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s his latest bounty…a creature of dark power. As everything in their world implodes, they must work together to set it right, while the fire burning between them threatens to consume everything in its path.

 

I Am, Indeed:  ” Engrossing and detailed with plenty of twists, this was a fun read with a solid love conquers all things message.”

Big mistake. Huge mistake. Pleasure, hot and imperative, slammed through Audie, thickening his cock the second his lips touched hers. He dragged her closer as his lips opened and his tongue slipped through to taste her delightful essence.

She was warm and soft and deliciously alive beneath his touch. Her breasts were enticing mounds against his chest, the firmness of her nipples a clear sign that she didn’t exactly hate what they were doing.

She moaned softly and Audie experienced a jolt of real fear as his body tightened in immediate response. She was perfect in his arms, like an extension of his own body, and the thought was terrifying. He’d tried to ignore the craving that had burned in his gut for months. With harsh words and a cold demeanor, he’d tried to keep her at arm’s length.

But none of that meant anything. Because he was dangerously close to realizing that he couldn’t ignore the feelings she engendered in him. Nothing he’d tried could blind him to the burning desire her closeness caused.

The thought of her being in danger had nearly undone him. The sight of her bleeding wound made him want to kill and maim.

Audie hadn’t been sure if Yeira returned his feelings. But in that moment, as her lips moved urgently beneath his, he knew. And the knowing was like a knife in his gut.

He could no longer tell himself he was pursuing a useless hope. He knew by her reaction to his kiss that if he wanted to reach out and claim her, he’d likely find her willing and eager.

As if she knew his thoughts, she clasped his shirt in her small hands and dragged him closer. Her mouth angled hungrily over his, her sweet tongue dancing into his mouth as her hips rocked from side to side, teasing the ridge of rock-hard cock beneath his pants. Audie’s heart jumped painfully as a soft sound of need throbbed in her lovely throat.

He’d tried to dehumanize Yeira. He’d tried to place her in the same ugly bucket as the zombies the dark one had created. But she was too vibrant…too delicious…for him to easily dismiss.

More importantly, everything that made her what she was called to him. And everything within Audie craved her touch.

 

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