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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Happy Holidays!

          Hello, gentle readers! Happy holidays!
          It’s Tuesday. Yes, I know I’m late….I usually write my blog on Sunday because I like to be prepared…I was a Girl Scout for several years so I learned that lesson really well.
         It’s a beautiful day in my little corner of Arizona! Even so, I will admit that I cried today. Oh, not because I’m sad or hurt or angry (yes, I cry when I’m angry), but because today, I spent a good deal of time chopping onions!
         For those of you who’ve read my little blog before, you know that several times a year, I make a big batch of spaghetti sauce (with meatballs and sausage) and today’s the day, hence the onions and the tears. I’ve also peeled and crushed six cloves of garlic….did you know you can burn your fingers with garlic juice?
But it’s all good!
         What else have I been up to since I last wrote to you? Well, I finished my last work in progress and sent it off to my publisher and I’ve started a new story. Actually, I’ve started four (well, one I started a while ago but picked back up). Why four? I find I’m having a hard time settling on one to finish. My options are two different westerns, a sequel to something I’ve already written or another Civil War story. My problem seems to stem from the fact that while I’m working on something and trying hard to finish, my characters from other stories talk to me…constantly. Now that I’ve finished the last story in the MacDermott Brothers trilogy, the other characters in my head have suddenly gone silent. What’s up with that? I couldn’t get them to stop talking before and now, they don’t want to talk with me at all? Hmmm. Not sure what I need to do to get them to start talking to me again, but I’ll be working on it. In the meantime, I need to go stir the sauce.  
Have a wonderful holiday, gentle readers. I wish you peace and joy and most of all, happy reading!       

Until next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

AS YOU WERE, COWBOY by Heather Long Released!

Lone Star Leathernecks
As You Were, Cowboy

Wrangling a leatherneck takes skill . . . and patience.

Subject: Mateo Lopez, USMC retired 

Current Status: Medical discharge, recovering 

Mission: Rebuild his life following medical discharge from the Marines after suffering a spinal injury. Care for and train his beloved horses once again. 

Obstacle: Claire Windsor. The London-born trainer comes to the ranch, keen on beginning a training program designed to turn its horses into therapy animals. The last thing Mateo wants is a change in routine or a beautiful, talented woman with a sexy accent telling him what to do. But avoiding her may prove impossible, especially when she stands between him and the work he loves.

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Series Reading Order: 
Semper Fi Cowboy
As You Were, Cowboy

Excerpt of As You Were Cowboy by Heather Long: 

     Anger filled Mateo Lopez like hot shrapnel bursting with every word the gorgeous blonde issued in her cultured British accent. White-hot lances of pain radiated along his spine. All he’d done was move a few damn bales of hay, and it had left him sweating and gasping for breath. Accepting his limitations and giving in to weakness were not in his wheelhouse, although he’d elected to make the walk to his truck for the prescription the doctor insisted he fill. If he could avoid taking the pain pills he would. Now her.

“I beg your pardon,” she said, and he could practically feel the stiffness of her tone, as though a riding crop were delivering a fresh welt of pain across his back. “Mr. Wilks?”

“I’m not Tanner,” Mateo admitted. As grating as her pronouncement had been, his mother would tear a strip off his hide if he didn’t dispel the misunderstanding. “I’m Mateo Lopez, ranch manager.” Technically, he was the assistant ranch manager to his father. They split the ranch tasks between them. “I handle the trainers as well.”

He was the trainer.

The horses were his.

This . . . woman was not going to just walk in and take over like she owned the place.

“Please accept my apologies, Mr. Lopez. I thought you were Mr. Wilks.” Unease left her manner stilted, and a tiny frown line appeared between her cornflower-blue eyes, which gleamed with intensity even in the barn’s shade. Sugar nickered again and stomped her feet, disturbed by their nearness and likely offended by the lack of attention. The filly was lovely, and a diva in her awareness of it.

With a light cough to clear her throat, she recaptured his attention and continued, “If you could point me in Tanner’s direction, then I’ll excuse myself.”

“I have no problems excusing you, but the ranch is private property and, as I already stated, I oversee all the horses here. We don’t need a new trainer.” It went against the grain on every level. A spasm worked its way along his spine, and he gritted his teeth. Yes, Tanner had mentioned the potential plan—keyword potential. He hadn’t mentioned actually hiring anyone. Mateo attributed it to keeping the Colonel focused on his recovery. That was why, right?

“Mr. Lopez, I’m not sure what I’ve done to offend you, but my contract is with Mr. Wilks.” The stress of the word contract couldn’t be missed, nor could the way her chin lifted and her shoulders went back. Even her nose seemed a little higher, as though she physically held herself back from fighting with him.

“Lady, I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but no trainers touch these horses without my approval.” The horses were everything to him. There was no way Tanner was going to usurp his work to bring a Brit.

“I know exactly what is going to happen. I left a very lucrative and successful training program in Stafford to travel several thousand miles to make a dream come true. I apologize if I’ve offended you, but until Mr. Wilks decides to buy out my contract, I’m not going anywhere.” Stubborn defiance flashed in those willful eyes. Red flushed her cream complexion, which drew his attention to the scatter of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. They contrasted against her sharp look, and he couldn’t look away.

“What you left or didn’t leave is not my concern,” he said through his teeth. The spasm in his back was continuing to lash at his spine like blazing hot barbed wire. The need to collapse weighed on him, but he refused to give in. Not when he faced an opponent in better physical condition than he. Even if she was overdressed for the heat. To give in to weakness in front of her would be to concede that he couldn’t do his job.

Despite the rigidity of her posture, she couldn’t disguise the concern flickering in her eyes. The last thing he wanted was her sympathy. Not when she stood there with clenched fists. “I’ll leave you to whatever it is you’re doing and seek Tanner out myself.”

Though she turned on her heel and began walking away, Mateo couldn’t just let Claire leave.

“You have no business wandering around the ranch by yourself.” Not dressed like she was—she’d get heatstroke. “The ranch covers several hundred acres, and that doesn’t include the outer pastures.”

Halting, she still held her hands clenched tight as she turned to face him. “Mr. Lopez, was it?”

A shiver of humor evaded the pain storming his system. There was something about the way she framed his name in her perfectly sensible, clipped accent. Melodic and insulting all at once.

“You can call me Mateo.” He managed a smile, though it required him to clench his teeth.

“I’d prefer to keep the address formal in order to stay professional.” The brilliant blue of her eyes turned positively frosty. “That being said, Mr. Lopez, I spoke to a Maria. She directed me to the house, and I chose to stop at the barn on my way there. My mistake. I won’t continue to trouble you.”

The fingers of agony digging into his spine began to twist, and Mateo braced a hand against the door to the stall. White-knuckling, he managed to stay on his feet. A man appeared in the entry to the barn, backlit by the late-day sun, the hat on his head giving away his identity.

“Miss Windsor,” Tanner called as he strode down the aisle. “Maria told me you were here. Was on the way to the house when I saw the car outside.”

Shit. Mateo wanted to curse. Bad enough the foreigner was here. His best friend confirming her story, though—that made it all the worse.

About Heather: 

 USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. 

From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family.

She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

Heather is best known for her 18-book paranormal romance series Wolves of Willow Bend, which begins:
Prequel: Wolf at Law
1: Wolf Bite
2: Caged Wolf
3: Wolf Claim
3.5: Wolf Next Door
4: Rogue Wolf
5: Bayou Wolf
6: Untamed Wolf

Heather's other fantasy romance series include the paranormal westerns Fevered Hearts starting with Marshal of Hel Dorado, Black Hill Wolves which start with What a Wolf Wants, Witches of Mane Street, Mongrels, and the forthcoming Bravo Team WOLF series. 

Her contemporary romance series include: Always a Marine, Going Royal, Elite Warriors, The Love Thieves, beginning with Catch Me and Lone Star Leathernecks, beginning with Semper Fi Cowboy.

Heather is well-represented in fantasy with her superhero series Boomers, a sci-fi western called Space Cowboy Survival Guide, an urban fantasy series called the Chance Monroe Adventures, and a stand-alone ghost novel titled Haunt Me.

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Sunday, December 10, 2017

DARK WARLORD by Cynthia Sax in Alien Alphas Boxed Set

Alien Alphas And Gladiator Games 
By Cynthia Sax

I have a thing for fictional gladiators. If a story or movie has a gladiator-theme, I’m interested. I’ve watched the Russell Crowe Gladiator movie so many times, I can quote it.
It was fitting that Dark Warlord, the sexy SciFi Romance story I contributed to the awesome Alien Alphas box set, has a gladiator-type feel to it.

What do I love about gladiator-themed stories?

There is something sexy about fictional hand-to-hand combat scenes. I recently took a course on writing them from the wonderful Angela Knight and she shared that writing sex scenes and writing battle scenes were very similar. They are upfront and personal dances consisting of action-reaction, action-reaction. One fighter swings his sword. The other fighter blocks. One fighter steps forward. The other fighter steps back.

Because the fighting is done at close quarters, it is intimate. The fighter can read the other fighter’s facial expressions, can look into his or her eyes. During breaks in the combat, they can speak to each other, exchange taunts.

In Dark Warlord, this dance is even more stimulating as the hero is fighting the heroine. There’s sexual I-want-her-so-bad tension and combat I-might-die-right-now tension whenever contact is made. They desire each other but they are also trying to kill each other. There’s accidental and not-so-accidental touching. The taunts and comments have a sexual edge to them.

And there’s an exhibitionist feel to it. The audience is watching them, stomping their feet and chanting, cheering for their champion. Every touch, every word, every clash could be witnessed. Blades slice through clothing, exposing skin. Sweat beads on foreheads and chests. Fighters grunt. Muscles ripple.

That they might die at any time means the characters are fully in the moment. They’re not thinking about previous battles or what they ate for breakfast. They are concentrating on the other fighter, noting everything about her, the slightest angling of her body, the glint in her eyes, the set of her lips. Every detail is magnified.

This is why I love both reading and writing gladiator-themed romances. What do you love about them?

Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.

All ready to claim their mates.

Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.

Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker

Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection involve MF and MFM pairings. They include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.

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About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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Friday, December 8, 2017


Have you been waiting for the 3rd book in the sexy romance series inspired by A Christmas Carol? Well, your wait is over!

Temptations of Christmas Future (A Christmas Carol #3) has released! This story follows Malcolm and Joy's love story as they work together, though sometimes against each other, to help their supervisor's widow live her own life beyond her late husband. 
He set out to prove the future was far worse than she imagined. Now he wished it wasn’t. 

     Thanks to his shock tactics and pessimistic attitude, Scottish spirit guide Malcolm MacLachlan’s job is on the line. What else did they expect from a former Glasgow Watchman? For his final assignment, he chooses his partner based on the probability of success, and Joy Collingwood is the very best. That he can prove to her the future isn’t all puppies and marshmallows is an added bonus.
     Joy is thrilled to help Malcolm, but their different methods threaten the success of their collaboration. If they can’t find some common ground, they’ll fail. What she doesn’t expect is that their common ground will be her bed and her deepest secret will be revealed. 
Yet her secrets are nothing compared to Malcolm’s and their revelation could jeopardize everything…including her heart.

There will still be one more book in this series. One of a Kind Christmas (A Christmas Carol #4) will come out in 2018 because somehow the widow has to have her own happily ever after, too :-) I hope you enjoy this sexy take on a classic story.

Always, Lexi

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Cover Your Eyes by Mary Burton

Don’t just Cover Your Eyes for this story, but rather wear armor.

Rachel Wainwright attempts to reopen an old murder case- not unsolved, but she feels the man committed has the right to further due process.  As a public defender, the job isn’t easy, piles of work, and sometimes enemies fight back.

Police officer, Deke Morgan, has a stake in her investigation.  Years ago, his father was the officer who cracked the case and put Rachel’s client behind bars.  Deke has also taken an interest in her, but sometimes it’s hard to tell.Win the First Morgan Family Novel, COVER YOUR EYES! | Mary ...

Great tension between Rachel and Deke as they are on opposing sides of the same law.  Between jabs and affectionate moves, they work hard to find a current killer who somehow appears to be related to the old case.

When the active killer targets Rachel, who will win?  It’s always a guess when a tough attorney, an honorable officer, and a psychotic criminal butt heads.

I like a suspense story that’s truly suspenseful and full of questions mixed with will he get her, or will she allow him to have her!

Happy reading,


Sunday, December 3, 2017

HEROES OF WESTHORPE RIDGE by Krissy Fortune and a Chance at a $10 Gift Card

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge
Holiday Series Boxed Set
By Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate and 3 ebooks of Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier to lucky winners during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter every day, so please follow us along on the tour. You may find the tour locations here About the Boxed Set: Kryssie Fortune's holiday series, Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge, is now available in a convenient e-boxed set!
Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine: Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband. Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle. Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff: Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option. Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other. As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor: Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam--the man she loved and lost so long ago. Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her. As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them? Note: All of the books in this set were previously released as single titles. Buy Links: 
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Excerpt from Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff:
He held her close and breathed in her essence. “I’m a moron, okay. Jazz Stewart, please will you come to the New Year’s party with me? I’ve already bought us tickets, and like a fool, I assumed you’d come with me. If you say no, then I’m staying here with you even if I have to pitch a tent in the parking lot. No way am I seeing in the New Year with anyone but you.”
She sniffed. “Really? But you hate it when I touch you. I’m going crazy trying to work out what’s going on between us.”
He kissed her so hard her toes curled. Finally, keeping his arms around her, he smiled down at her. “I’m making a real mess of courting you, that’s what. I decided to take things slow and win your friendship, but keeping my hands to myself has left me on edge. I can’t go a minute without thinking how much I love you. Jazz, I can’t live without you, and I’ve made some real special plans for you and me tomorrow night. Every tear I’ve made you cry twists my gut until I want to curl up on the ground and bellow like a castrated bull. Understand one thing, Jazz. You’re my best and only girl.”
“Lovely imagery you got going on there.” She giggled and rested her head against his chest. Being back in his arms made the moon seem bigger and the stars brighter, more twinkling diamonds than pinpricks of light, but they paled alongside her handsome sheriff. “Yes. I’d like to go to the party with you, but I’ll have to drive into Polka Springs again tomorrow to find a new dress. I’m not wearing my red one, not after I wore it for Jones. I might call Abigail and ask her to come with me. Oh God, Abigail and Jared. I ran out on them. What must they think of me?”
He kissed her again. “Probably that you’re a beautiful woman who deserves better than an idiot like me. I’m an ass for hurting you, but can we continue this inside?”
She smiled but shook her head. “We should stick to your plan. Being friends counts for a lot, and while I’m already buzzing with anticipation for tomorrow night, I’ve had a strange day. Kiss me good night, and I’ll see you after I’ve been shopping for the party. Sean, now I know what’s happening, I like how you’ve taken the time to court me.”
Sean’s kiss sent Jazz’s hormones dancing, but when they finally broke apart, she walked to her door and watched him until he vanished from view. Waiting until tomorrow left her frustrated, but she’d let him organize his surprise. Her body burned at his every touch, and, once they’d seen in the New Year, she planned to drag him into bed. Humming under her breath, she decided that sounded like a plan.
Not taking her eyes off his car as he drove off, she reached behind her for the light switch. Before she found it, a man’s hand clamped around her wrist, and he dragged her inside. Something sharp stuck into her arm. Her body went limp and her brain turned dormant as the drugs knocked her out.

About the Author: 
Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.  Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them. Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.
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