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Thursday, October 11th, 2012

From hot romance author Raine Delight- another “delight”!!!!!

Muse interview’s Michael Barnes from the upcoming Devon Falls book, Moonlight & Magic


Muse settles the chairs around the fire and waits for Michael, the newest resident of Devon Falls. Sipping his hot tea, he hopes he doesn’t scare this new one off. Thinking, I can deal with the antics of Rod, Damien and all the others but this one is different. He seems more fragile in a way as if he is afraid of being rejected. I guess I better be a bit more gentle with him then the other guys. Looking up, Muse blinks as he spies a cat lounging in the window. “When did I get a cat?” He blinks again and it is still there. “Jesus…..I am going to have to talk to Raine about this whole “let’s give Muse a cat and not bother tell him about it” thing.” Sighs and sips his tea and wonders if Michael will ever show up, though as he looked at his watch, it wasn’t late…..yet.

A soft knock echoes in the room.

Muse gets up, spies the cat again and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Welcome Michael,” as he open the door and ushers him in. “Please let me take your coat and help yourself to either coffee or tea over by the fireplace. I wasn’t sure what you would like on this blustery day.”

Michael blinks at the man in front of him. Normally he wouldn’t be so timid but this was THE Muse, the one who helped his author create the books and currently can either make you get your happily ever after or turned into dog chow.  “Hi there, I am sorry if I am early. The weather is getting bad out there and I figured to start early rather than later. I wouldn’t want to piss you off for any reason, Muse.”

Chuckling, Muse gestures over to the chairs, “Shall we sit where it is warmer?” After his guest was settled and a coffee was steaming near him, Muse settles in to get to the heart of Michael Barnes. “Michael, one I wouldn’t dream of hurting any of Raine’s creations because frankly I am afraid of what she would do to me. See she decided I needed a cat to keep me company.” Grimacing, “I don’t even know if I like cats, Michael and I look up and there one is. How long it was here, I have no idea but it looks content thank god and not dead like the plant I saw over the summer. I had no idea I even had a plant much less one where I needed to water it.”

Muse clears his throat softly as Michael chuckles. “Now let’s get to you, my boy. What brought you to Devon Falls?”

Michael: “I knew Damien Dracon from his time in Europe and we became friends. He has encouraged me to come to Devon Falls for several years now and it always felt like it wasn’t the right time to do it.” Michael shrugs as he continues, “It seemed after years of roaming from place to place, trying to find that one place to call home, it was the right time to do it.”

“You are a were-tiger, one of the rare white tigers to be specific?”

Michael: “Correct, Muse.”

“So what happened to your pride then?”

Michael shifts uncomfortably in his seat, “Muse, the only thing I can say is I was thrown out after my mother died and my uncle took over the pride. I have been alone except for a few friends ever since.”

Muse pats Michael’s knee. “It’s ok, Michael. I had to ask you see. No other details need to be given until the reader opens the book.” Sipping his rapidly cooling tea, Muse asks, “So what will you do while you are here in Devon Falls? Find work yet? A girl to see?” Muse slyly sees if Michael will mention anyone.

Michael blushes and fiddles with his leather bracelet. “Well I ………live over the Dew Drop. Damien’s girlfriend, Alicia generously let me stay there while I get my bearings. I found work at a local garage working on cars and Damien keeps trying to fix me up with every single woman in the town.” Sipping his now cold coffee, Michael tries to stare at the floor but finally gives up and blurts out “I did see someone I want to know more but I am afraid she won’t return my affections.”

Muse leans in, “Is it Dixie by chance? She is a feisty little package you know.”

Michael blushes even redder and nods slowly as his hair covers his face. “I feel so embarrassed. I should go up and talk to her but she is so beautiful with those dark chocolate brown eyes, a smile that lights up the emptiness inside and her genuine warmth that goes to everyone, though I have to say she does have a temper.” Michael chuckles as he sits up, pushes back his hair and smiles. “She is like a firecracker that goes off once and then calm is restored. She makes me feel happy whenever I am in her presence.”

“Well that makes it very interesting indeed, Michael.” Muse says as he watches the emotions flicker in the tiger’s eyes. He’s smitten and doesn’t even know it, Muse thought, should I let him on it or just let him find out himself. Nah…let’s have him fall like all the other ones…completely in love with their woman.

Muse looks at the watch, “A few more questions for you Michael then you can head on home before it gets even worse out there.”

“So what did you feel when you got the Devon Falls?”

Michael: “Home. That is what I thought when I drove through town onto to Damien’s Dragon Inn. I felt safe as well which is important to me. I don’t want to cause trouble for other shifters in the area and I was lucky that they are all easy going here. Damien & Rod introduced me to the local Shifter community and they accepted me, thank god. Two alpha tigers in one place are not good so I was pleased to see I was the only tiger here.”

Muse nods encouragingly as he enjoys his time with Michael. “I am glad the others in the community have accepted you, Michael. That shows much promise for your future, I think…among a certain young lady as well.” Eyes twinkling, Muse watches as Michael smiles a little at the thought of Dixie.

“So tell me about yourself Michael. What do you like to do for fun?”

Michael: “I love to read mystery books (whispers-quite partial to Josh Lanyon’s books right now) and watch natural disaster flicks, like 2012, Day After Tomorrow and others. I also hike, in my human and tiger form. I love the outdoors and someday I hope to have a cabin in the forest where I can roam at will and not worry over a poacher or hunter trying to kill me for my skin. Working on cars helps relax me as well. I like taking apart engines and then putting them back together again, all fixed and running better”

Muses laughs, “Josh Lanyon, huh? Will have to let him know on your delight of his work. Good writer though.” Muse smiles and stands up.

“That’s it Michael. See nothing to worry about. I didn’t turn you in a lizard did I? See completely painless.”

Michael stands and sighs with relief. “Thank you Muse for this. I was very nervous since I heard the horror stories from Damien and Rodrick about you. Jaxon and Alicia said not to listen to them but alas, those two kept their comments up until I left. Got me all discombulated.” Michael puts his jacket on and then before he turns to leave, looks at Muse, “I have to say this though about Dixie. Even though she may be Alicia and Jaxon’s cousin, she has a magic all her own in that her pure heart is one of the draws to me. She is sexy, challenging and very beautiful. It is the complete package I am looking to win, not just sample.” With that, Michael nodded his thanks and walked out with a soft click of the door behind him.

Muse blinks, “Well that was unexpected. What a strong man he is. Not at all timid like I thought.” Gleefully rubs his hands together, “Oh the fun I am going to have with these two will be quite entertaining indeed.”


Muse curses as a fur ball lands on his lap and settles in his lap. “OUCH! Damn it cat, can you NOT shred the new pants for god sakes. I just got these and I like them.” Muse mutters on torture devices for Raine while he absently pets the cat who purrs contently in his lap. He looks down, “So who should we sit in the hot seat next, fluffy?” 

Check out Moonlight & Magic, Michael’s story in the Devon Falls Series now available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebookstore, Bookstrand and at Secret Cravings Publishing. (links are below the blurb)

Can a were-tiger convince one stubborn woman that she is his for all time and show her that falling in love is just as sinful as a chocolate kiss?

Dixie Sinclair has watched her cousins all fall in love and now she wants the same. Dared to go to the annual Masquerade ball, Dixie finds the one thing she desires: love…one problem…can she trust that it will last after that one night?

Michael Barnes is a rare white were-tiger who was thrown out of his pride long ago for a trumped up crime, Michael roams the world searching for the one place to call home. Finding that peace in Devon Falls, he finds the one woman who stirs him like no other. Can he convince Dixie that she can trust in him forever?

Raine’s Bio:

Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream.  Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas.  Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.

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J. J. Massa tells us about a woman in a man’s realm.
Wednesday, October 10th, 2012

Hi, Desiree and Hi to everyone visiting here!

Thanks so much for letting me stop over. Way to go on the recent release of Overnight Sensation and the anthology SWITCH! You’re burning it up, aren’t you?
As for me, I have a few books on the way, and one just out. I’ll get to that. First, the interview questions. What interview questions, you ask?
I’ve been interviewed a couple of times recently. Honestly, I don’t always know how to answer. In two recent interviews, I noticed I answered a question differently than on the last one. The interviewers are two different people and one hasn’t happened yet. Still, I guess that proves I’m a bit changeable.
The interviews do serve a real purpose though. An author isn’t floundering and trying to figure out what someone else’s blog followers might want. That’s a good thing. What if you don’t really want to know about my neighbor Tom and the ongoing debate about how we are not dating? And I’m not not-dating, either. If you don’t know what I mean by that, good. :- )
Since Desiree didn’t ask me anything, I went to her site and read a little about her. With her colorful history, I thought she might like to know what odd, irregular, or different things I might have done in my lifetime.

One thing I’ve done that can vaguely be considered “a woman in a man’s realm” took place before I was very old. Many of you won’t be familiar with the name Bill “Maverick” Golden. He’s famous for being the owner and driver of “The Little Red Wagon,” a Dodge drag racing/exhibition truck based on the Dodge A100.
Mr. Golden took that truck to Guinness Book of World Records glory in 1977 by performing the longest wheelstand in history, at least at that time. My involvement with the man and his truck is much less glorious.
He lived right behind a restaurant my parents owned in the mid -seventies. The thing is, I had the most terminal crush on his mechanic. James. The mechanic’s name was James. I haunted the place and was eventually pressed into service –even paid every so often. 
I can’t remember every bit of that time, but I do remember how tall and thin James was, and that he had to wear boots all the time because his ankles had been injured or something. I remember the heartbreak I experiences when they went on the road, and how completely blown away, and moved I felt the first time I got a postcard from James while he and Bill were on the road. Though not a great correspondent, he did send me cards or letters, and even called now and then. For a young man free of Arkansas and his very large family of sisters–he had at least four of them–the consideration he showed me, in retrospect, is amazing.
I also remember that the Torqueflite™ Transmission turned out to be much heavier than I ever suspected. Little girls torn between a first crush and tomboy-hood should steer clear of heavy lifting as a way to show off.
One other thing I’ve done that could qualify as odd, irregular or different, is something you really don’t want to hear. I say that because it includes singing. I have a horrible singing voice, which doesn’t usually stop me around the house. In public, I keep my vocal stylings to myself. Except for that one time. I’m pretty sure the singer I was dating at the time, and me, were both trashed. That’s all I can come up with. While I’m not a proponent of public drunkenness, I’ll be forever grateful that the audience, too, enjoyed a few too many libations that night. It was the early ’80s. Folks did those things back then. Legally, even.
Moving on, here’s where I tell you what I’ve written recently and try to interest you in it. So here goes:

 Art & Soul
by J.J. Massa
Oliver Crane is a success. He enjoys making movies– losing himself in a new role every few months. Acting allows him to express so many facets of his nature. Dark and intense, he lives his work as the screen’s ideal leading man. What woman wouldn’t want to spend the night in his bed? For that matter, how many men could say they didn’t want him?
Not Thorbjörn  Frisk. Or he wouldn’t deny it, if anyone bothered to ask him. A Swedish artist who immigrated to America in his late teens, Tor often loses himself in his work, avoiding the harsh realities of impatient and intolerant people who have no use for a stuttering sculptor who barely speaks English.
 Each man has invested his very soul into his art. What will it cost in the end?


Tor was up to his elbows in plaster, clay, and muck when he heard the disturbance outside. Forcibly ignoring the racket, he immersed himself in finding the rhythm of the piece of art in front of him. The sculpture was a multi-media undertaking commissioned by the wife of a prominent local businessman.
As a rule of thumb, the art trade was competitive if you were into that sort of thing, which neatly ruled Tor out. Born Thorbjörn Matthias Frisk in the Östergötland municipality of Sweden, his family had moved to New York when he was seventeen.
Tor had struggled to fit in with his American peers for many years. This had proved to be impossible in the long run, of course. He was just too different. Though he began to pick up the language here, Swedish would always be his first language. Thus, it would forever be the language he thought in. Where he was from, creativity was highly prized, and nobody cared a whit about sexual orientation.
Things were different here. With a shake of his head, he stepped back to view his project. It was only then that he heard the pounding on his studio door.
Komma in!” he called absently, circling the huge sculpture, assessing what it was and what it might become. As he reached the point where he’d been working, Tor began to back up for a broader view, bumping unexpectedly against something solid.
“What the hell?” a strange voice shouted. “What’re doing? You got…sludge all over me!”
The new voice and unexpected impact caught Tor by surprise, causing him to stumble, grabbing onto the now-gaping stranger. Only, this wasn’t a stranger—not really. While he’d never met the actor, everyone knew Oliver Crane.
Dark hair, square jaw, piercing blue eyes, muscles in all the right places, the man was a god. Currently, however, he was a god covered in what amounted to mud. Sure, it was expensive mud, but mud just the same. Tor, on the other hand, was covered in… Well, he was covered by Oliver Crane. He definitely had the best part of the deal—or so he thought, until he looked into those raging blue eyes.
“Um,” he squeaked, before trying again. “Hallo. What brings you to my verkstad?” At the arching of one dark brow, Tor quickly supplied the translation. “Uh, Verkshop. Stu-d’yo. Studio.”
The burning eyes narrowed before their owner fluidly lifted himself from atop Tor. Before Tor had time to miss his presence, Oliver reached down pulled him up, setting him quickly on his feet.
“I’m lost,” the famous voice snapped impatiently. “Your neighbors seemed to think you were the go-to guy for directions.”
“I-I cannot imagine why,” Tor mumbled pushing his overlong bangs aside. “ Vart går du?” he asked. “Where going?” he tried again. He’d been in this country long enough; he should be fluent by now. Except his thoughts and words always reverted to his native tongue when  flustered or nervous. Worse than that, his stutter increased as well.
Intense eyes studied him, pinning him in place until Tor could barely breathe. “I’m going to Yankee Stadium,” the man ground out finally.
“Oh! This I know,” Tor announced, pleased. “I can show…”
“Can you just write out some directions?” The actor paused, sweeping Tor with another scathing look. “Just draw me a map.”
The words might not have been intended to hurt, but they did.
Hurriedly turning away, Tor shuffled through random papers on his cluttered desk. He hated being so bumbling. Art was his world. Art didn’t judge, only accepted.

J.J. Massa
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2012

Whisper of a Witch

by Suza Kates


Biologist Shauni Miller, a beautiful as she is compassionate, harbors a secret that could alter her life forever. If she chooses to share it. Dr. Michael Black helps Shauni in her time of need, but sees more in the raven-haired temptress than she ever meant to reveal. He knows she’s hiding something, but then, so is he. Both Shauni and Michael have a role to play and decisions to make as a centuries-old prophecy has yet to be fulfilled. Only the fates know if they are meant to be together. Or if one of them has to die.


“Oh, no you don’t,” she said with a shake of her finger. “I’m not being derailed again.”

“What?” His gaze lingered on her shoulders and the curve of her neck. He wasn’t halfway finished with her, yet. “Yeah. You were going to tell me something.”

“Now you’re catching on. And you were going to tell me how you found me out in those woods.” She looked at the large, golden lump of dog snoring in the foyer. “And don’t tell me it was all him.”

Michael felt his previous mellow aura zipping up tight. She’d relaxed him to the point of pre-catatonia then after one look at her, he’d been aroused again and gunning for round two.

Now he felt neither level of satisfaction. He was back to agonizing over how she would react to his dirty little secret. Hell, she might consider it a breach of privacy, the way he perceived what people were feeling, especially his ability to tune in to her so well. It was like he had a direct line to channel Shauni. All day. All night.

So he did what any fearless man would do. “You go first.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Suza Kates can’t remember a time when she didn’t love books, but two particular memories stay with her. “As a young girl I picked up Little Women, read it straight through, and promptly turned to page one to start all over again. The next book I did that with was Mind Hunter by John Douglas, tales about profiling serial killers.”

Thus a twisted romantic was born.

Throughout her teenage and young adult years, she read everything from horror to historical romance yet never imagined writing anything of her own.

It was during a long, cold winter in a tiny apartment in Germany that Suza picked up a pen and notebook to entertain herself. “The apartment was so tiny, my bed also served as my living room couch. Plus, I shared it with three cats.”

Missing the warmth, the hospitality, and the food of the South, she wrote about those things with a huge dose of family thrown in. She says she still has a sweet spot in her heart for her first book, Southern Moon, but to date, she hasn’t revisited it for submission to her publisher.

Suza followed her heart to Savannah, Georgia, and it was the gorgeous city with its moss-covered oaks and secrets of history that inspired her to consider paranormal romance. “I had an idea about sisters and magic, so I went to work on the first book of The Savannah Coven Series, Whisper of a Witch. The series is still going strong, and I am grateful every day that I took a chance on paranormal romance, a genre I wasn’t very familiar with and had never actually read before writing it.”

Suza has since joined RWA and can’t say enough about this organization. “The education and support are unparalleled. I am so grateful to all of my fellow writers who have offered advice.”

Suza still resides in Savannah and is currently working on her next book. She considers it a perfect day when she can sit at the keyboard with coffee in her cup and one of her cats purring in her lap. 

Tracey Kitts asks Why vampires and do they have to be naked?
Friday, October 5th, 2012

A lot of people (relatives in particular) have asked me why I write so much about vampires. I write werewolves too, but vamps seem to draw the most attention. At least, it gets the most questions. The truth is, I write what I like. When I was in school I read every book that had anything to do with vampires. Anything I could get my hands on that had vampires in it, I read it so thoroughly it could be considered studying. I also wrote a few short and semi-erotic stories about werewolves just for fun. Of course, they weren’t up to par with what is considered erotica now, but it was pretty sexy to me and my friends.
I always knew that I wanted to write professionally some day. It wasn’t something that just came to me out of the blue or something I did on a whim. Everything I have ever done in my life I have viewed as “good writing material.” I knew that each experience, whether it was a job or a relationship that went wrong, would somehow end up in my books. In the case of bad relationships, it could be considered therapy. Ha. Ha. Of course, names have been changed to protect the guilty, but there are a few of those along the way.

Since I always knew I wanted to write and I have always been drawn to vampires, it seemed only logical to me that’s what I’d write about. The other question I get even more often than, “Why vampires?” is “Why sex?”

The short answer: Why not?

Now, for something more in depth:  I love science fiction, but find it grossly lacking in sex. Ha. Seriously, I enjoy a good story but what I also enjoy is a good romance. I used to read the really old romances, the ones you could find at garage sales and such. So, they were really outdated and for my tastes, too … sweet. I wanted a heroine who could kick ass and take names. I wanted someone I could identify with. Someone who wasn’t “pure as the driven snow,” and all that crap. I wanted someone real.

Of course, I also wanted a hero who was sexy beyond imagination. I don’t want the guy next door. Let’s face it, unless Hugh Jackman lives next door, none of us are really interested in normal guys, are we?

I also have a deep love of fantasy. So, you take all that, mix it together (shaken, not stirred) and you get paranormal romance. Paranormal romance is really an adventure for women. We just happen to find romance to be part of the adventure.

I write what I like to read. Why would I try to sell something to someone if I didn’t even like it myself? That’s ridiculous. I love vampires and if we get them alone in the story, someone bettertell me what they look like naked! I don’t know about you, but I’d feel cheated otherwise. Of course, I’m okay with waiting for such a moment (like in the case of a series, which I enjoy writing). But once we get there, I want details. Ha. Ha.

The last and probably best answer I could give is this: Writing is wish fulfillment and so is reading. Who hasn’t fantasized about living forever with some gorgeous hunk? Tall, dark and immortal sounds pretty darn good to me. To never grow old, never get sick and die. And let us not forget, eternal love. I think these are all pretty strong fantasies that most people can identify with, even if they don’t get into the whole, “Bite me,” thing.

Unfortunately, in the area where I live most people just see it as macabre. For the rest of the fang baitout there (like myself), please check out my latest release. LOL For everyone else, I do hope we can move beyond that some day.

My latest release is Bitten and it’s available at Amazon.

For more information me and my books, you can find me at

Meet the sexy female sheriff!!!!!
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2012

No one writes sexy westerns better than Cerise Deland. Check this out. It’s great bedtime reading.
I Caught the Sheriff
There’s a new sheriff in town with a strong need to show folks who’s boss. But rancher Lex Coltrane has steered things his way too long to let the sassy redhead with the curvy bod run wild. He figures he’d better catch the luscious sheriff and lay down the law.

Lana jumps at the chance to get Lex into her bed and show him what’s really beneath her badge. Show him how she wants him—tough, tender, attentive. Show him how she needs him— fierce, eager and dominant.

Lana knows Lex is always in charge in bed. But who will be in charge out of it?


On a one-hundred-degree Fourth of July in south Texas, Lex Coltrane gazed out upon his two burning problems. One stood across the street glaring back at him. He was the crusty old dude who’

d bought the ranch down the road a piece and hogged all the water in High Maria Creek. The other headed toward Lex on a horse. She was a long, tall drink of cool tea by the name of “Red” Foster, the newly appointed local sheriff, who filled out a pair of j

eans like she’d been born in them and who, if she did not help him soon with his neighbor, needed a whipping something bad.

“And I am just the man to give it to you, too,” Lex murmured as he watched her ride past, waving to the Fourth of July crowd like a

prize filly at a beauty pageant.

“Nice piece of horseflesh.” Lex’s buddy Zack Christianson nodded toward the redhead who sat her quarter horse as regal as the barrel-racing queen she had been at fifteen. “She looks even better than when she was the captain

 of the cheerleading squad. That was more than ten years ago. How does she do that?”

“She’s used to the saddle, Zack.”

The way her thighs hug that mount, she’s an expert at controlling animals. Too bad she has failed to ride herd on my new idiot neighbor.


“Working as a deputy down in Zapata County, she patrolled the Rio Grande border every day on horseback.” Lex knew because he sat on the county council that had reviewed her resume.

Zack cocked a brow. “She could patrol me every day and I’d be just fine abo

ut it.”

“Dream on, man.”

I do.

 Shifting to calm his cock, Lex watched her pass and kept his eyes glued to her firm little ass. “Word around town is she’s not looking for a man to keep her bed warm at night.”

Zack pushed his white Stetson up his forehead an

d grinned. “Hell, that’s fine by me. I just want a taste of that sugar, not an all-night meal.”

“Your divorce has got you down, Zack. Not good to limit your time with a woman before you’ve even talked to her. Come on,” Lex urged his friend, “let me buy you

 a beer over at the fairgrounds. I want to take a look at a few of the entries in the 4-H competition.”

“I never refuse the offer of a beer and I’m always looking for good stock.” Zack fell in step beside Lex as they strode through town toward the pens on

the fairgrounds.

The crowds were thick, and it just so happened that Lex and Zack kept pace right behind the end of the parade. This, Lex noted with a twist of his lips, allowed him a continuing view of the rear end of the Bandera County Sheriff’s Posse an

d the tight butt of their new boss lady.

But Ted Plumber stepped right in front of him and obstructed his vision.

“Hey, hey, hey, Red!” he called to her above the din of the brass band and the happy crowd. “Hey, baby!”

“Drunk at eleven in the morning?” Zac

k winced. “Hell, Ted’s getting worse every day.”

Lex saw him reach up to pull the sexy sheriff from her saddle. “Oh, brother. Look out now. She won’t stand for that.”

Zack growled. “She shouldn’t either. The long arm of the law doesn’t want to be cuddled.”

“Or manhandled. Come on.” Lex thumped his buddy on the shoulder and plowed his way through the crowd to get to Lana Foster.

He and Zack got to her side just as their very drunk pal was tugging at her long, white shirt sleeve.

“Sir!” She leaned over in the

 saddle to frown at the man who plucked at her clothes. “Take your hands off me.”

“Lana! Baby!” Ted grinned like a slobbering kid. “Come on down here, girl, and gimme a big smacker. Right…” He tapped his puckered lips. “Here.”

“Sir, I am very sorry,” she t

old him in a no-nonsense tone, “but please remove your hands from me.”

“Aw. You remember me! Ted! From high school! Math class. You were so good.” He swept his wide-brimmed cowboy hat from his head in a gentleman’s gesture of respect. “A kiss. Let’s get to


“Ted!” Lex looped an arm under Ted’s while Zack took the man’s other arm. “What say we take you home?”

“No! Party’s jush getting started, Lex. Lemme go.” He tugged to get loose.

Lex held him tighter. “You are making a scene here, Ted. Time to go.”

In a wrench that broke him free of Lex and Zack, Ted lurched toward Lana Foster who had, in the meantime, climbed down from her horse.

This time when Ted went to grab her, he got her around the neck.

She yelped, but braced her legs and in a lightning move,

 shrugged and threw the man off her back.


 Ted was on the dusty ground, scrambling up, dirty and mad as a wet hen.