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Tuesday, December 26th, 2017

After Christmas present for you: Two Phoenix Agency books still on sale for just 99 cents for ONLY 5 more days. Feel the Heat and Formula for Danger. Two heroines that the bad guys are really after. Summer is a psychic healer, and JL is a scientist who reads auras. Can Phoenix protect them? Keep them safe? An agency comprised of former elite forces. warriors can handle it, right?

Feel the Heat (Authors /after Dark Book of the Year)

Summer Cahill lives as quietly as she can, protecting her ability as a psychic healer. But danger brings Troy Arsenault into her life—along with scorching sex and intense emotions. Resisting him isn’t even a question, in or out of the bedroom. He protects her from the evil stalking her even as he teaches her what erotic sex is all about. When she’s kidnapped, his world is turned upside down and he employs all the resources of The Phoenix Agency to rescue her. He won’t rest until she’s back safely in his life—and in his bed for the rest of their lives.

Excerpt:

Summer slid off the safety chain and opened the door just enough for Troy to slip through. When she closed it, she hooked the chain again and turned the deadbolt. Then she turned to the man in her foyer.

She was prepared to be polite, let him do his thing and send him on his way. But when she looked at the man standing there, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and all her breath was trapped in her lungs. Faith had told her Troy Arsenault was a former SEAL and as far as Summer was concerned, he could have been the poster boy for recruiting. He was as tall as Mark, with a lean runner’s body and deeply tanned skin. His light brown hair was just a tad long, curling at the neck of his shirt, the kind of hair a woman wanted to run her fingers through.

But it was his face that was the most arresting. Ruggedly handsome, like Mark, high cheekbones were slashes on either side of his nose and eyes the color of melted chocolate studied her from beneath unexpectedly dark eyebrows and lashes.

Holy crap!

Her reaction to him was hot and totally unexpected and she made a deliberate effort to tamp it down. For one thing, he was only here to make sure she was safe. For another, her history with men was so unpleasant that she’d decided to swear off them completely. The last thing she needed was to have her ruthlessly controlled hormones decide to take a walk on the wild side. How terribly inconvenient that those hormones chose this particular moment to start galloping through her system again. Maybe she should have insisted harder to Faith that she didn’t need anyone.

Formula For Danger

Running back to Texas after an emotional disaster in San Francisco, J. L. Mitchell, microbiologist, is throwing herself into the development of a new, drought-resistant grain. Little did she expect to reconnect with Cole Martin, who rings al her bells, or to discover that her formula was at risk of being highjacked. As her work progresses, so does her relationship with Cole. When she is kidnapped, he brings all the recourse of The Phoenix Agency, where he has just become a partner, into play, hoping they will be in time.

Excerpt:

It’s J. L.” The man’s voice was hoarse with fear and anguish. “Someone’s taken her.”

Taken her?

Shit.

Cole raked his fingers through his hair, furious with himself. He’d felt in his bones, correctly as it turned out, the whole thing was a setup. It enraged him people close to him had been used to pull this off and snatched J. L. right from under his nose.

Fuck.

Okay, think. You jerk. Hotshot covert ops agent. Do something. The woman you love needs you, so you’d better get your shit together.

“Good thing she was coming to see me,” Jed went on. “She said you wouldn’t want her alone while you went to your meeting, and I agreed. Good excuse for us to get together.”

“Spit it out, for god’s sake.”

“Okay, okay. Anyway, she called me when she and the guards left her lab like you told her to. When it was way past time for her to arrive, I got nervous. Antsy. I tried her cell but it went to voice mail. I had a funny feeling about this so I called Sheriff Davis. He has a patrol car on that highway all the time. I asked him to check and see if she needed help.”

“She had an agent with her,” Cole pointed out, “and two more in a trail car.”

“I-I didn’t think about that. Sorry.”

“And?” Cole ground his teeth. “

“The sheriff just called me. Not good, Cole. Both SUVs were a mess, all smashed up, and the guards with her had been knocked out cold with tranq darts. They were starting to wake up when the patrol car got there. The deputy called the sheriff who called me.”

“What did the guards say?”

“One of them, Kevin something, said a big garbage truck came out of a side drive and smashed into the vehicle J. L. rode in, skidded it around so they got the second one, too. J. L’s driver pushed her down and was just reaching for his gun when two guys in ski masks smashed out their windows and hit them with the darts. They’re all still at the place it happened.”

The goddamn windows, Cole thought. The reinforced SUVs still sat at Texas Armoring, nearly ready to be picked up. They were promised for the end of the week.

“Jesus, Cole.” Fear was evident in Jed’s voice. “Whoever’s been after her has realty gotten serious.”

Cole couldn’t disagree with the assessment. In seconds he was flooring the gas pedal and racing down the road, heading toward the highway location Jed had given him leaving the connection open. Only years of training allowed him to fight back the fear and concentrate on the situation at hand.

 

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Who wants a cowboy for Christmas
Saturday, December 23rd, 2017

Naked Cowboys

I would definitely raise my hand, but then I lived around cowboys for fifteen years.So here is what I’m offering. Leave me a comment telling me which Naked Cowboys book you read. If you read more, tele which one you liked best. I’ll pick a winner frm the comments to receive hr choice of ay other Naked Cowboys book.

Stark Naked

After Reenie bumps into her friend’s very sexy, very naked brother, she decides to keep her distance, but he shows up at her door the next morning asking she doesn’t let first impressions ruin what could be a whole lot of fun.

Matt quickly realizes none of his usual lines will work on Reenie, which only adds to his desire to get her to lower her defenses around him.

 

Buck Naked

When a cowboy stops to help Amy change a flat, she’s convinced her run of luck isn’t going to change any time soon. Buck is far too confident and cocky for her. Buck made his mark on the rodeo circuit, but the lifestyle left its on marks on him. He knows he should tell Amy about his past before she hears it elsewhere, but every time he opens his mouth, all he can do is kiss her…

 

Stripped Naked

Jinx thought moving from New York to Rowan Country would mean an end to reporting on murders and dealing with grumpy police who see her as a nuisance. After only a few weeks on the job, someone finds a dead body in a ditch, and Sheriff Dillon Cross is butting heads with the sexy local reporter. They get on like two angry hornets trapped in an upturned glass, but soon it’s more than heated barbs they’re exchanging.

 

Bare Naked

Georgie invests everything she owns in a dilapidated B&B in Saddle Wells, Texas, so when a rough-around-the-edges cowboy offers his handyman services, she accepts his help in exchange for room and board.

Cade’s a down-on-his-luck cowboy with a reputation so bad no one will hire him. Luckily for Cade, newcomer Georgie doesn’t know anything about the man he used to be. But not everyone is ready to give Cade a second chance, and their newfound happiness could disappear like smoke.

 

Naked Desire

All Cynthia has left after her divorce is her grandfather’s secret barbecue-spice-rub recipe. She’s determined to start over in Saddle Wells, but she’s totally unprepared for her reaction to the carpenter her new friends recommend.

Jesse is more than happy to renovate Cyn’s storefront, but what he’d really love to do is tackle that self-doubt he sees lurking in her eyes, but first he has to convince her to give them a chance despite their age difference.

Naked Flame

On a night out, former cop Charity notices the brooding bar owner needs help, so she steps in and ends up right in his arms.

After two tours in Afghanistan, Liam now runs his dad’s bar. Having Charity around is a distraction, but he can’t seem to deny whatever there is between them.

When a criminal comes looking for revenge, Charity knows it will be better for everyone if she leaves town, but leaving Liam is more difficult than she thought.

Naked Heat

Andrew “Mac” McDaniel is on a mission to find the drunk driver who killed his twin sister, and his latest lead has brought him to Saddle Wells. When realtor Nida hands over the keys, something sparks between them. But even as undeniable interest turns to hot nights together, Nida is not sure she can stand by and watch him destroy himself when his investigation sends him on a path toward a potentially disastrous act of revenge.

Naked Hunger

Raising livestock in Saddle Wells isn’t as exciting as the pro circuit for local rancher Ryan, but the sweet new vet in town certainly livens things up. Sable claims she has no time for a relationship, so Ryan suggests they have some friends-with-benefits fun while he convinces her she doesn’t have to choose between career and love. But when a costly mistake puts her career in jeopardy, Sable could lose everything.

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Dallas Creed – 20 years later he’s just as hot
Friday, December 22nd, 2017

Downstroke

It’s been twenty years since Charley Roper and Dallas Creed parted with great bitterness. In that time she’s made a career for herself with the FBI and private security and he’s been a country rock music icon…tumbled to the bottom and risen again. Now someone’s trying to kill him and Morgan Creed wants Charley to protect his brother and find out who’s after him. When they meet again after all this time it’s obvious the chemistry is still there, stronger than ever. They’re older but are they wiser? Caught up in the bitter wash of memories and the tension of a killer in stalking mode, Charley and Dallas begin a roller coaster ride that is emotional erotic and suspenseful. Is their love strong enough after twenty years to pull them back together?

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So here I was, waiting for my first glimpse of the man on a stage since he and his pickup band played the Raccoon Saloon all those years ago. It was time to find out if I’d actually managed to wipe Dallas Creed out of my system. If bottling up my emotions and using other men to wipe away traces and memories of him had worked at all.

The night had a magical quality to it, a perfect Texas night with stars blinking against a black velvet sky. A very soft breeze stirred the air, chasing away the last heat of the day. The sense of expectancy in the outdoor concert facility was nearly palpable. Anticipation fairly zapped through the air like bolts of energy. I could even feel it myself, the kind of feeling you got on Christmas morning when you ran downstairs, or when you were right on the brink of the most outstanding orgasm you’d ever had. Seventy-five hundred people moved restlessly in their seats in front of me. An almost equal amount were spread out on the rise of the hill behind me, drinking and staring at the stage with binoculars, even though at the moment there was nothing to see. They were all waiting for the same thing.

The curtain was drawn across the stage, heightening the edge of expectancy. Especially for me, much as I hated to admit it. What was behind there? What was his band like now after they’d tasted success once and were back on top with him again?

I could feel the energy sizzling through the crowd. Well, why not? If nothing else, Dallas Creed had always had an electric presence. Add in the staging, his suck-my-tongue voice and the electricity of his music and you had a knockout winner.

The soft notes of a viola floated in the air from behind the curtain, joined immediately by violins, and I wondered what the hell? Violins? Then I realized it was a synthesizer. And obviously a damn good musician coaxing music from it. The sound that mimicked violins seemed to hold the audience in thrall, as if they were expectantly awaiting a grand moment. The music built and built as the magician behind the synthesizer added the full-throated sounds of woodwinds and the rich tones and powerful chords of an organ, swelling to a crescendo. The last note held and held and held, flowing out into the crowd, pulling at us as if to say, Wait for it, it’s coming.

Then I heard the familiar first downstroke of the rhythm guitars as they began the intro to the first song. The curtain drew back slowly to reveal the band onstage, the bass guitar and keyboards now adding their voices, the drums accenting them with a syncopated beat.

All sound ended abruptly and the crowd stilled for a breathless moment. The band launched into a rich intro to one of Dallas’ hits, an upbeat tune called Cowboys Get It Right, a song I realized the synthesizer had laid the foundation for. The spotlight came up and the man himself jogged onto the stage.

To my dismay, my traitorous heart tripped at the sight of him and an emotion I refused to name clogged my throat. Dallas Creed was definitely a lot older, forty-three to the twenty-three he’d been the last time I saw him in person. Newspaper photos had kept me up with his aging process, but no picture could do justice to the energy still radiating from this man. The energy that had drawn me to him in the first place.

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Erected…being in a vertical and upright position
Thursday, December 21st, 2017

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Book One: Erector Set

Writing a series about 3 brothers in the construction business made my  crazy mind go in a million different directions. Josh’s story came first and being a mound dog the title really fit. And then he meets Ness and……Well, check this out.

Excerpt:

He disconnected and shoved the phone back in his pocket.

“Well?” Ness looked to be more in control of herself, even with anxiety written all over her face.

“They towed it. About an hour ago.” He looked at her curious as to how this had happened. “Were you in the restaurant? Why didn’t you give it to the valet?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Because I’ve already had one car demolished a couple of weeks ago and I was hoping to last another twenty-four hours before getting a second one dinged. I thought it would be a lot safer here.”

“Were you in there with friends?” He felt as though he was digging the information out of her. “Where did they go? Can one of them take you to get your car?”

She sighed, fiddling with her hair again. “It was a business dinner. I can’t ask a client to take me to pick up my car that got towed. Anyway, he’s gone.”

“Not friends. A client.”

He looked at her cast then back at her face, one eyebrow raised.

She straightened her shoulders, trying to make herself taller. “My broken ankle has nothing to do with my ability to conduct business. I don’t talk with my foot.”

Josh swallowed a smile.

“Well, that kind of leaves you in a predicament, doesn’t it?”

She did that straightening thing with her body again, as if somehow she’d grow another six inches. “I am more than capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Yes. It is. Without question.” Her words were underlined with heavy indignation. She straightened and tried to square her shoulders.

“Could have fooled me.”

“Besides, I’ve bothered you enough. I’ll just go on into the restaurant and they can call a taxi for me.”

“Why don’t you just do it yourself?”

She looked away. “My cell phone is out of juice. And do not make any smartass remarks.”

She turned and began to clump her way back down the sidewalk, shoving his handkerchief in her pocket.

“Hold it.” Josh reached out to take her arm. “Hold it a minute, will you? You don’t need a cab. I’ll take you. And it’s not a bother.”

How many times had he said that in his life?

She stopped almost in mid-clump and stared up at him. “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

He grinned at her. “I know your name, the kind of car you drive and that you have a broken foot or ankle. That’s more than I know about a lot of other people.”

Including some of the women I date. So what does that make me?

 

The heat is turned way up in Bluebonnet Falls
Wednesday, December 20th, 2017

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It’s very hot in Bluebonnet Falls when Gabe and Jill get together after all these years. And I’ve got more heat for you. Some lucky commenter will win a copy of INCENDIARY. Just tell me the hottest place to make love. 

For Jill Danvers, going home to Bluebonnet Falls meant seeing Gabe Carter again. Ten years ago she gave him her heart and virginity, then lost him to someone else. Now she’s not only going to see him, she’ll have to work with him on the story she’s writing. Is the heat still there after all this time? and how will she deal with what happened, with the pain that’s never gone away?

 

Excerpt:

“God, darlin’.” His words were like little puffs of air on her face. “You have no idea how much I’ve prayed that despite every bit of bitterness you had a right to feel, you’d still walk back into my life one day.” He traced a line from her mouth to her jawline with feathery little kisses, then moved to her neck and the place behind her ear that drove her crazy. As he teased the soft flesh with the tip of his tongue, his body pressed her back against the couch and one hand moved easily to the buttons on her blouse.

I have to remember something important. What? What?

Then she felt his hands on her, gentle but insistent and she lost all ability to think. Peeling away the blouse, opening the front clasp on her bra, he touched her breasts with a gentleness she’d never forgotten. His mouth closed on a nipple, teasing it with his teeth then swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. Sensation washed over her, sparking her nerve endings, spiraling through her like an electric wire.

“Jesus, I’ve missed you,” he whispered hoarsely. “Not a night has gone by that you weren’t in my dreams.”

Jill clutched at him, her hands feeling his powerful muscles beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, the heat searing her palms. Memories of how well their bodies fitted together played havoc with her mind and her senses. Suddenly his clothes were too much of an obstruction. With frantic movements she tugged his shirt free from his trousers, desperate to touch his skin, to relearn the feel of him. The instant contact was like a drug, fogging her mind.

One arm holding her tightly, Gabe’s other hand moved over her body, mapping it, relearning it. He touched the familiar places, from her breasts to the curve of her stomach, down to her slim legs and up to the inside of her knees, her thighs. Sliding beneath the thin fabric of the skirt, his fingertips teased at the elastic edge of her lace panties. All the while he murmured softly in her ear, words that inflamed her and made her writhe against him.

Automatically she opened her legs to give him greater access. He deepened the kiss as he reached beneath the scrap of silk to touch the soft curls covering her feminine mound. She felt him now, gently touching, probing, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

Then, out of nowhere, the painful memory of his betrayal along with the reality of the situation blasted into her brain like a bucket of cold water. What was wrong with her? She had no business doing this. Wrenching her mouth away from his insistent lips, she pushed at him with all her strength.

“Stop,” she gasped. “Stop, stop, stop. Let me up, Gabe. Right now.” She writhed in is grasp, trying to free herself.

“What?” He looked at her with eyes clouded with desire. “What’s wrong?” His eyes had an unfocused look. “Jill, I’m so sorry I grabbed you this way but from the minute you walked in the door all I could think of was making love to you.”

She shoved at him as hard as she could, pulling herself away. “We can’t do this. Please.”

He leaned forward while she adjusted herself, raking his fingers through his hair. “Help me understand here.” His voice was raw with passion and frustration. “What we felt so long ago is still there. Ten years haven’t made a damn bit of difference.” He drew a sharp, ragged breath. “You may have hidden from me all this time but you can’t hide the fact you feel it too.”

She had her head bowed, biting her lower lip as she struggled to fasten and rearrange her clothing. “It doesn’t matter. We can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

“Wrong?” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Tell me what’s wrong with it. It doesn’t get much better than this. It never did.”

She knew he was going to kiss her again and she jerked her head away. “I don’t sleep with married men, Gabe.”

“Married?” He dropped his hand. “What in God’s name are you talking about? Who’s married?”

“You are.” Defiance gripped her. “To Robin Fletcher. Remember?” Her voice mimicked his from long ago. “‘Robin’s pregnant. Four months.’ Has the little scene somehow disappeared from your memory bank?”

Gabe rose from the couch and stood before her, looming over her, his face a mixture of shock and anger. “I’m not married, Jill. Maybe if you’d bothered to keep in touch you’d have found out. Robin and I were divorced two months after the wedding.”

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