Monday, March 18, 2013


Hey y'all, I want to thank all the guests who stopped by the porch for our Ladies Love  Country Boys event!! The contest is closed, but if you have a question or you want to share some love with one of the authors about their books they've posted, feel free to go to that blog post and leave a comment or question! The door is always open here on the front porch!

Winners this week will be notified by the authors in the coming days! Good luck and happy reading y'all!

Watch for more book news coming up!


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Sunday, March 17-Cat Johnson & Lorelei James

Happy St Patrick's Day to all! I'm a strong mix of both Scotch and Irish--McIntyre and MacIntosh to be sure. So, here's a toast to all of you this day and I wish to leave you with this lovely blessing as we part, but do know that you are always welcome on the porch!

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!
Welcome and it s the last day of the LADIES LOVE COUNTRY BOYS week long celebration! It's been a delightful week and I want to thank my guests--authors, readers, and aspiring writers, perhaps for coming by for a visit! Its great to know that the love for 'country boys' beats strong and fierce in the hearts of readers!!

There's a bit of a nip in the air and the forecast is callin' for a wee bit of rain. Its to be chilly , sure, but the friendship and talk of our next two author guests is sure to keep us quite warm! Please welcome Cat Johnson and Lorelei James!

About Cat Johnson:
A self-proclaimed promo ‘ho, Cat Johnson is known for her creative marketing and research practices. Consequently, Cat has sponsored bull riding rodeo cowboys, owns an entire collection of cowboy boots and camouflage shoes for book signings and a fair number of her consultants wear combat or cowboy boots for a living. She is currently contracted with Kensington and Samhain.

Cowboy Inspiration:
Living in New York State, just an hour north of Manhattan, we don't see many true cowboys hanging around. That's probably why my radar goes off whenever one is in the vicinity, whether it be the son of the farmer who delivered the hay for my horses who became the inspiration for Jared (Red, Hot & Blue series) or the ropers I saw at the small local rodeo in Connecticut who helped me craft the two hot tie-down ropers in Texas Two-Step (All Romance eBooks).

I suppose if I'd grown up in cowboy country, had my heart broken by a few of the sweet talkers, and were surrounded by them constantly, I might not be so intrigued by this breed of man. Perhaps I never even would have written one. For that reason alone, though I do long for a slowly drawled "darlin'" and the tip of a cowboy hat in real life, I guess I should be grateful I'm a New Yorker. That sure comes in handy when writing how the first encounter with a real cowboy such as One Night with a Cowboy's Tuck can make a city girl like Becca tingle like in the excerpt below…

Oklahoma Nights, Book 1
One Sweet Ride…
Oh yeah. A single look at the leggy blonde in the stands and Tucker Jenkins is
ready to buck all night long. It’s time to forget all about his cheating ex and his usual hands off policy.
One Hot Night…
Becca Hart is an East Coast professor. Not a buckle bunny.  But no degree can prepare her for the moves of the sexy bull rider she hooks up with at her first rodeo … Or the shock of finding him at her first Oklahoma State University staff meeting.
One Happy Ending…
Tuck knows it’s all about holding on, no matter how wild the ride. Now he just has to convince Becca that a rough start out of the chute doesn’t mean they aren’t a smokin’ combination …

Tucker laughed, deep and low. A sound that went right through her core.
“I’ll explain the different events to you while we watch.” He shook his head, still grinning. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had to explain rodeo to a city girl.”
She got a twisting of irrational jealousy in her belly, not that she’d ever assumed she was the first woman this cowboy had charmed. “Oh, really? Have you had to explain this stuff to a lot of city girls?”
That elicited another hearty chuckle from Tucker. He leaned lower, closer to her ear. “Never one as cute as you.”
He straightened again right after he spoke, but the warmth where his breath had wafted across her skin remained. It intensified and spread through her. Becca swallowed hard. She glanced at Emma, who luckily was getting a lecture from Jace about something rodeo related, judging by how he was pointing out things to her in the arena. Good. She didn’t need Emma watching her. She knew there was no hiding from her sister the blush creeping across her cheeks.




About Lorelei James;
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Lorelei James, pens erotic western romances about cowboys and the women who love them. Lorelei’s books have been nominated for and won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award and the CAPA Award. Lorelei lives in western South Dakota.

What inspired me to write this story?
Ever wonder about the quiet guy who's always around helping but doesn't seem to say much? Who keeps to himself and you wonder...what makes him tick? That was the jumping off point for the Rough Riders book COWBOY CASANOVA featuring enigmatic Bennett McKay. He's part of the large McKay family, but he has a life in a BDSM club that no one is aware of. A cowboy Dom? That was really fun to write :)

EXCERPT: COWBOY CASANOVA – Rough Riders, book 12 – Lorelei James

Ben was contemplating sub choices when a flash of red caught his eye. He swiveled on his barstool to watch the siren in the silk kimono saunter through the room.
Oh hell yeah, his night had just improved tenfold.
She perched on the edge of her barstool, every inch of her so prim and proper Ben’s fingers itched to muss her up.
After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, “Who is the hot number in red with Layla?”
“Her name is Angel.”
“Angel,” rolled off his tongue. Perfect name for her. Sipping his beer, he focused entirely on her. Lush body, lush mouth. Great smile. Expressive eyes. She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion. So why the hell was the woman wearing a wig? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red. Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?
Be interesting to coax the truth from her. Some very interesting extraction techniques popped into Ben’s head.
She must’ve sensed him staring at her because she turned and met his gaze head on. Their eyes remained locked for several long moments as Ben waited for her to lower her gaze—as he was accustomed. But she returned his intense eye-fuck full bore until Layla demanded her attention.
Holy shit. Dismissive wasn’t a reaction Ben usually got, especially not in here. And that intrigued the hell out of him. Casually, he said to Murphy, “Introduce me to her.”
Murphy sighed. “She’s not for you.”
“Why not? Has she already picked someone for tonight?”
“Not exactly.”
Ben faced Murphy. “Then exactly what’s the problem?”
A devious smile appeared. “She’s not here as a sub.”
“She’s a guest?” Ben frowned.
“She’s here as special entertainment?” That’d explain her wacky get-up. Some clubs in bigger cities had themed nights where members dressed up. Cody and Trace had threatened to try it at the Rawhide, but Ben secretly didn’t believe that’d fly in Gillette, Wyoming. Then again, he hadn’t been around to voice his opinion in the last month.
“No,” Murphy said. “And she’s not here to bar-tend, waitress or clean the bar.”
Which left one other possibility but Ben couldn’t wrap his head around it. “She’s here as a…Domme?” After Murphy nodded, Ben’s jaw dropped. “No. Fucking. Way. A Domme. In the Rawhide.”

Learn more about Lorelei at her website

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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Saturday, March 16- Marin Thomas & Amanda McIntyre

 Wow! It's Saturday already! This week sure has flown by! But don't y'all think the fun is over just yet! No sir! We've got lots of spectacular authors, more fun excerpts and prizes yet to be shared!!

Speaking of I do just that with the talented Marin Thomas! Her Rodeo Rebels sound like the perfect read for a lazy Saturday! And I'll be giving y'all a sneak peek into my upcoming Kinnison brothers series, starting with Wyatt, in Rugged Hearts!

So round up your favorite comfy spot and enjoy today's excerpts!!

BIO: Marin Thomas grew up in Janesville, Wisconsin. She left the Midwest to attend college at the University of Arizona in Tucson, where she played basketball for the Lady Wildcats and earned a B.A. in Radio-TV. Following graduation she married her college sweetheart in a five-minute ceremony at the historical Little Chapel of the West in Las Vegas, Nevada. Over the years she and her family have lived in seven different states but have now come full circle and returned to Arizona where the rugged desert and breathtaking sunsets provide plenty of inspiration for Marin's cowboy books. Marin has published over 28 stories for Harlequin

 What inspired me to write this story?
I love all kinds of cowboys but I am partial to rodeo cowboys. That being said most rodeo cowboys also work other jobs, because only a select few become good enough to make living at bustin' broncs or bulls.

When I moved from Chicago to Phoenix two years ago, I learned that border security was a huge issue for the state of Arizona. It doesn’t matter "what side of the fence your on" regarding this issue, it's a part of every Arizonan's daily life. Intrigued, I did some research on the subject, but it wasn't until I took a sight-seeing trip south of Tucson that I saw a group of border patrol officers on horseback for the first time. I knew these Police Cowboys existed but I had never seen one. The officers wore green uniforms, but it was their cowboy hats that inspired me to use one of these rare cowboys in my Rodeo Rebels series--Tony Bravo, the hero in No Ordinary Cowboy, is a border patrol officer and weekend rodeo cowboy.   


 Tony removed his sunglasses, his brown eyes darkening with desire—a warning of the fine line they walked. As his mouth drew nearer, the blood pumped faster through Lucy's veins.
Faint or breathe.
Gasping, she swayed forward. Their chests bumped. Gazes locked. Breath mingled. Then Tony's mouth brushed hers in a soft caress.
A tingle spread through her body, tiny electrical pulses attacking her knees until they trembled. She sagged heavily against Tony and a groan escaped his mouth when she nudged his arousal.
He crushed her mouth beneath his, the kiss firm. Bold. Too brief. "I'm no good for you, Lucy," he said.
"Shh." She pressed her finger against his lips then a moment later replaced the digit with her mouth. She lost herself in his scent—sandalwood, dust, sweat. As their tongues dueled and a fire ignited in her belly, which he put out abruptly when his strong fingers bit into her shoulders and he pushed her away.
"What's the matter?" Her breath came in ragged gasps. "Why did you stop kissing me?"
Ignoring her question he said, "I don't want you practicing by yourself."
Startled by the change of subject, Lucy didn't immediately respond, not that she would have gotten a word in edgewise.
"If you fall and get stomped on, there'd be no one to help you." He put on his sunglasses and paced in front of her. "And practicing is a waste of time if I'm not here to point out what you’re doing wrong."
"Any kind of practice is better than no practice."
"Don't you get it, Lucy?" He flung his arms wide. "This isn't about teaching you to ride. It's about keeping you alive."
"Aren't you being a little melodramatic?"
"The successful bull riders are the guys who've broken bones, suffered concussions and have had their hand caught in the rigging. Pain and fear is a rodeo cowboy's best teacher. If you don't survive the first bull ride, then you can kiss the Pony Express goodbye."
When he stopped talking long enough to take a breath, she said, "That kiss really knocked you off kilter, didn't it?"
Ignoring her Tony removed the bull from the chute then walked him out of the pen.
"Wait!" She dogged his heels. "I'm not through with Curly."
"Yes, you are. Go find a hose and wash off. You stink."
"You're mad because you still want me," Lucy said.
Tony froze mid-step for a millisecond then continued into the barn and put the bull in his stall.
"You can deny it all you want, Tony, but it's still there between you and me. The fire.  The heat. The wanting."
The quiet click of the stall latch sounded like a bomb imploding in the structure. Tony faced her—rays of sun streaming through the cracks in the barn's siding highlighted the dancing dust particles around his head.
"Since you appear determined to have this out—" he took off his glasses and slid them into his shirt pocket. "—yes, it's all still there between you and me."
Her heart skipped a beat.





 BIO: My passion is in taking the ordinary and creating something extraordinary. It is what has fueled my life in many ways from an office career to motherhood, being a newspaper columnist and stepping into writing fiction. My love for penning"character-driven" stories-many of them romance- allows me to explore the potential and possibility that lives deep inside each of us.
Referred to by reviewer as a "true artist in the writing realm" I am humbled and also  challenged to stay fresh, be unique to my voice, and listen to my readers.
I am honored to be published internationally, in audio, in E-book and  in print. I currently write sizzling romance in contemporary and historical and love mixing genres!

I love to send my tenacious heroines up against the wall of a stubborn sometimes scarred hero that thinks his life is going along just fine, until she shows up and turns his world upside down. I love placing my characters in the midst of chaos, and really, is there any chaos better than the brand that your own family makes? I'd written a short Christmas story long ago when I had a weekly newspaper column that was about an old cowboy rancher herding his cattle over Christmas. Alone in a cabin, no family, eyes dimming he reflects on the importance of his life when he is visited by a pregnant woman and her husband whose car has broken down...
This story was the seed that planted the idea  for three young boys--two brothers, abandoned by their mother after she married Jed Kinnison, and Jed's nephew, orphaned as a teen who comes to live with him. Each deals with the tragedies of their past in their own way. For Wyatt-it’s being oldest and head of the ranch, watching out for his brothe. For Dalton, it’s about being there for his brother, even though his escape for the scars of his past, are often the inside of a bottle.  Then there is Rein, Jed's nephew, whose purpose is to build the dream of having the Last Hope Ranch be a place where folks in need of healing can come and through hard work, the beauty of nature, and warm-hearted community folk of End of the Line, Montana--they can find their way again.
I love history and when you write history, you have a lot of research, which is one of my greatest passions! Whether by book, art, travel, internet, music, or interviewing people--the journey found in the research can be as much of a journey as writing the story.
My writing is eclectic-I'm a country girl, from a quintessential John Cougar Mellancamp "small town"--and I suppose there is a bit of outlaw in me as well that makes me partial to the American West. On my dad's side, my ancestry takes me back to the Trail of Tears and the forced emigration of the Cherokee through southern Missouri and on my mother's side, I've recently discovered that my great-grandmother--was related to the Younger Brothers. that rode with Jesse James.
Guess you could say, the old west runs in my blood...

 DEBUT EXCERPT:(unedited)
A sizzling public kiss. An abrupt end to an afternoon coffee date. When it comes to Aimee, Wyatt doesn't know which end is up. He's trying to convince the both of them, that he is not what she needs...but, Aimee, my feisty  tenacious second grade teacher has other ideas...

Look, I apologize for leaving in such a hurry.” He looked around, realizing that whenever he was in her presence, his thoughts became muddled.
“Apology accepted. Why did you leave? Are you uncomfortable around me?”
“Maybe…a little.” He admitted, meeting her steady gaze.
“Why?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear. If he told her the truth, she most likely wouldn’t like it—or him—which on second thought, might not be a bad idea.
“You might not like the answer,” he stated, eyeing her.
“Try me.”
Wyatt considered whether to cut his losses or be straight with her. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening between them, but he knew what he didn’t want to happen. He wasn’t looking for any entanglements and maybe it was better to nip the potential of this one in the bud. “I misunderstood your coming on to me the other day.”
Her face crumpled into a frown. “Misunderstood? I’m not following. When was I coming on to you? By asking you to coffee?”
“I thought maybe you were just interested in a little fun.”
“A little fun?” Her expression was skeptical. “Oh, I see. Does this normally work for you? The whole ‘to-be-brutally-honest, I-just-want-you-for-your-body’ routine?”
He held up his hands in defense. “You asked. I told you I wasn’t into the dating thing.” Wyatt held her puzzled gaze. She wasn’t buying what he was selling and truthfully, he questioned whether he was, either. Unfortunately, the day before he’d reacted on a whim and he shouldn’t have. Now she expected more, and he couldn’t give it to her.
She studied him a moment more. “Um, yeah, you did.” A small smile formed on her lips as she slowly shook her head. “For the record, no, I'm not looking for a good time. I can go down to the male strip clubs in Billings if I want that.”
Really? He tried not to react, but she just didn’t seem the strip-club type. He shrugged.
“But that’s not my style.” She tipped her head and looked at him. “Nor do I really buy that you’re so shallow. But I could be wrong.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Which was the point of asking you to coffee. And for the record. That kiss, wasn’t my fault.” She pointed her mittened finger at him.
“Okay, the kiss was a mistake. And fine, we’ll say it was mine. But you have to admit you were flirting. I’m not so old I don’t recognize that.”
She smiled then. “Okay, maybe a little. I admit, it’s been a while since I’ve been on a real date with a guy. This place isn’t exactly crawling with possibilities.”
“Don’t say those kinds of things to me, Aimee,” he cautioned.
“A little too long out on the range there, cowboy?” she asked with a teasing smile.
Dammit. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up backpedaling to make her like him--not at all in his game plan.
“Listen, I won’t lie. I’m attracted to you and yeah, it’s been a while for me, too. And there’s no doubt in my mind we’d be good—very good, together.”
Her eyes widened. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” she whispered.
“But here’s the thing, I’m not looking for anything permanent. I’m happy with my life the way it is. I want no entanglements, no complications. Are you with me here?”
She blinked. “Oh, I hear you, yes. I’m just not sure where you’re going with it.”
He blew out an exasperated sigh. “I guess what I’m saying is if the attraction is the same for you and at some point you feel you ‘d like to get together—”
“Are you offering me a cowboy booty call?” Her brows rose under her hat.
“I prefer to think of it as consensual. We’re both adults, Aimee. We know what we want, what we need.” Her blue eyes studied him as though scrutinizing whether his performance was real or not. He prayed he was doing a good enough job convincing her, because he wasn’t sure how much more of this pushing-her-away-for-her-own-good business he could take.

UNFINISHED DREAMS   (award winning story about second chances,  farm foreclosures, and the country boy that steals Tess's heart.)
 Leave a comment or question for your choice of any of my paperback historicals! (choice in sidebar!)  And I do hope that you'll consider adding  Rugged Hearts to your "watch" list for this spring!  (I don't think you'll be disappointed;)


Tomorrow we'll wrap up the Ladies Love Country Boys week with a St. Patty's Day bash like no other!!  Join us here on the porch for Miss Lorelei James and Miss Cat Johnson, bringing us some serious hawt, country lovin' cowboys! Be sure y'all stop by!!

Friday, March 15, 2013

Friday, March 15-C.H. Admirand & Paige Tyler

"I want to touch the earth. I want to break it in my hands..." (Dixie Chicks, Cowboy Take Me Away)

Quite certain I am not alone in this, I am often inspired by music in my writing. One that I've used for inspiration (to high decibels, I admit) when I write about my country boys (Gabe-Unfinished Dreams, Sheriff Jake-Wild and Unruly, Wyatt-Rugged Hearts) is the above song, "Cowboy Take Me Away"  For me, it paints a glorious picture of wide open spaces, the sun warm on my face, and the heady the scent of new earth--all of which inspires me to plant a little something 'wild and unruly!' (whether in a story or a flower pot!;)

Authors and readers, I'd love to know what songs about "country boys" inspire you--to do...whatever!! 

Post your fav song and tell us why us why it reminds you of country boys! Hey, you never know--something "Wild and Unruly" just might be coming your way!! ;))

Today, I have a couple of ladies who inspire a great deal of country boy lovin and life in their work!! Welcome to the front porch, the talented C.H. Admirand and Paige Tyler!!

BIO: C.H. Admirand has always had her nose in a book, has traveled the world over, and even tested the time-space continuum, thanks to the awesome power of the written word. One of her writing quirks is that she loves to include bits and pieces of her ancestors and ancestry in all of her books. Her family centers her and keeps her sane, which is why she enjoys adding elements of family, hearth, and home in all of her romances. C.H.’s second series with Sourcebooks began with A WEDDING IN APPLE GROVE in November, available in large print in April. BRING ‘EM BACK ALIVE, my Historical Western digital comic will release in April; ONE DAY IN APPLE GROVE releases in June and WELCOME BACK TO APPLE GROVE in December. With 8 short stories and 15 novels to her credit, this award-winning, multi-published author’s books are available in paperback, hardcover, trade paperback, magazine, e-book, and this year digital and print comic format!

What inspired me to write this story? 
This is the 3rd book in my Hot Contemporary Cowboy series: The Secret Life of Cowboys for Sourcebooks…entitled JESSE. He is the youngest of the Garahan brothers—yes, I love my Irish Westerns—and has always dreamed of racing cars, but the Circle G Ranch is in dire straits and he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep their grandfather’s dream alive. They can’t lose the ranch. But an unexpected stop to help a stranded car will change his life…for the good!


Jesse Garahan hit the gas and breathed in the hot Texas air. He loved the feel of the wind in his face and the engine rumbling beneath him as the hot sun smiled down, trying to parboil him to the driver’s seat.

He’d left the ranch in two pairs of very capable hands—his brothers’. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he wondered if he could find a wild woman like the one Garth Brooks was singing about on the radio. Hell—he didn’t have time for romance right now, too much to do and not enough time to get it done in. Setting that thought aside, he concentrated on the road ahead of him and coaxing as much speed as possible out of his truck.

Flooring it, tearing ass along the road to town, he grinned. He loved driving and figured he missed his calling, having to work at the ranch with his brothers—but Garahans stuck together no matter what, and as long as the ranch still had life left in it, a Garahan would be running it. With enough work for ten men, most days he and his brothers were worn to the bone, but not ready to roll over and give up.

A speck of color off in the distance at the side of the road had him cutting back on the accelerator. Could be one of the Dawson sisters; Miss Pam had told him she’d been having a bit of trouble with her old pickup. Slowing it down, ready to lend a hand, he sucked in a breath and held it. Steam poured out from under the hood of a car that a very curvy, compact, jean-clad blonde was opening the hood to. When he noticed the rag in her hand, he knew what she was going to do.

“Damn fool woman!” He feathered the gas for more speed, cranked the wheel hard to the left, whipping the car in a perfect one-eighty. Gravel spit out from beneath his tires as he skidded to a halt behind her vehicle.

When she jumped back with a hand to her heart, he threw the truck in park and swung his door open with enough force to move the dead summer air like the early morning breeze coming across the pond at the Circle G. Stomping over to her, he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her off to the side, out of harm’s way.

When she yanked free of his hold, he was more than ready to read her the Riot Act. Drawing in a deep breath, he was about to let loose when he heard a little voice calling.


“Lacy, honey, I told you to stay in the back seat until I fixed the car.”

Looking down, he noticed a pint-sized cowgirl staring up at him, her big blue eyes wide with wonder. Not much surprised Jesse Garahan, but the little bit of a thing, no bigger than a fairy, was wearing pink—from the top of her head to the soles of her feet—and stood out like a swirl of cotton candy at the county fair.

“Go on back now; I have to thank the man for trying to help us.” The woman’s voice was firm, but the little girl wasn’t listening. Before he could process that fact, the vision in pink was tugging on his jeans and asking, “Are you a good guy or a bad guy?”

He shook his head at the incongruity of the situation. He’d intended to put the fear of God into the woman foolish enough to open the cap of her overheated radiator while she stood in front of it, and instead here he was staring down at the tiniest, pinkest cowgirl he’d ever seen.

“I uh…” He didn’t know how to answer. If he’d done what he’d intended to do—yell at her mother—the little girl would probably be crying now, and positive he was a bad guy. “I stopped to help.”

When the little one nodded but refused to let go of his jeans, the woman came closer and soothed, “He’s a good guy, honey.”

The little girl tilted her head to one side and frowned up at him. “But he gots a black hat—Gramma says good guys wear white hats.”

Jesse chuckled. “Is your grandmother a fan of Gene Autry or Roy Rogers?”

Her little head bobbed up and down, and her cowgirl hat slipped off her head and would have hit the ground if not for the bright white cord attached to it. She was still looking up at him when she said, “Uh-huh.”

“That was a long time ago, and only on TV,” the cowgirl’s mother told her. “The good guys wear white or black hats now.”

The little one bobbled and grabbed a hold of his leg with both little hands and whispered, “Daddy wears a black hat.” 

Buy links Amazon / Barnes and Noble / Books A Million / Indie Bound

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Next, let's welcome Paige Tyler to the front porch!

BIO: Paige Tyler is a full-time, multi-published, award-winning writer of erotic romance. She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband!) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their easy going dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-for-anything-but-food cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, doing Pilates, going to the beach, watching Pro football, and vacationing with her husband at Disney. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her wickedly hot stories of romance, adventure, passion and true love will bring a blush to your cheeks and leave you breathlessly panting for more.


I have a confession to make. I never used to read westerns. I never cared much for western movies either—well, except for Clint Eastwood movies, and Viggo Mortensen’s—so I figured I wouldn’t like western romances, either. I was wrong. I read Shelley Thacker’s Into the Sunset—one of my all-time favorite books, by the way—and I was hooked! That was around the time when I sold my very first book. After finishing that one, I immediately started on another, and that one was—you guessed it—a western romance. And not just any western romance, but a western spanking romance to boot. It’s called KAYLA AND THE RANCHER and it’s about a big-city Eastern girl from the mid 1800′s who decides to defy her father (who intends to marry her off to a jerk) and go to San Francisco to pursue her dream of becoming a dress designer. On the stagecoach, Kayla meets a shy girl heading to the Wyoming Territory to be a rancher’s mail-order bride. Before they reach Copper Creek, the girl changes her mind and begs Kayla to tell her groom to be. Kayla has every intention of doing so, but when she sees how gorgeous the rancher is, she finds herself pretending to be his mail-order bride instead. As you can imagine, that gets her into all sorts of trouble! That book was (and still is!) so popular that you’d think I would have devoted myself solely to writing westerns, but I didn’t. Not until a few years later when I came up with THE CUTLER BROTHERS SERIES. It’s about two hot and hunky Texas brothers named Cade and Madoc who are U.S. Marshals. One falls for a girl in the Witness Protection Program, while the other falls for a beautiful fugitive wanted for murder. Like my first western, it was immediately a bestseller for me (and still is!). Did I run right out and write another western on the heels of that three-book series? Nope. In fact, I didn’t write one until I talked to another writer at a conference who told me that westerns are huge. And that if I wrote a story with a ménage and BDSM, even better. I immediately wrote KARLEIGH’S COWBOYS. That book made it to Number Eight on the Amazon Top Ten in Western Romance, so I wrote a sequel called AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE. That book made it to Number Ten. Both books are now available in a two-book set (ebook or print) called MORE THAN A COWBOY, as well as individually in ebook format. To give you a little taste of my bestselling hot BDSM cowboy ménages, here are a couple excerpts. The buy links are on my website, along with some additional super sexy excerpts!
Happy Reading! 


The barn was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside. Lined with spacious stalls on either side, it was home to fifteen of the most beautiful horses Karleigh had ever seen. But as much as she adored horses, it was the two hunky guys pitching hay sans shirts halfway down the center aisle who immediately caught her eye. Both tall with broad shoulders and killer pecs, not to mention some seriously lickable
abs, one had dark hair and a sexy trace of scruff, while the other was blond and more clean-cut. When Heather said Colorado Springs was full of hot guys, she’d neglected to
mention two of them worked for her.
Karleigh leaned in closer to her friend. “Who are they?”
“Two of our best ranch hands.” Heather’s lips curved in a knowing smile. “Come on. I’ll introduce you.”
Karleigh was hoping she’d say that.
The two men stopped what they were doing to look up at their approach. As their eyes—one pair of baby blues, one dark and soulful—met hers, Karleigh’s pulse skipped a beat.
“Boys, I’d like you to meet my friend Karleigh Blake. Karleigh’s here on vacation from New York for a couple weeks.” Heather glanced at her. “Karleigh, meet Holden Donnelly and Mav Ryan.”
Heather gestured to each of the men as she said their names. Holden was the blue-eyed blond. Mav was the one with the smoldering, dark eyes.
Both men took off their leather work gloves and held out their hands. Their hands were big and strong around hers. They were rough and slightly calloused, too, she noticed. Nothing like the men back in New York City. Damn, it was sexy.
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” they drawled as they shook her hand, each of them flashing her their own version of a heart-stopping grin.
“Me, too. I mean, you, too. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her face colored. Darn it.
She was normally poise and well-spoken, but concentrating on anything other than
those two glorious bare chests in front of her was almost impossible. “Oh, and it’s Karleigh.”
“I’m going to take Karleigh out riding and show her around the ranch,” Heather said. “Beauty hasn’t been out today yet, has she?”
“No, she hasn’t,” Mav said. “It might take some doing to pry her away from Highwayman. They seem to have taken a fancy to each other.”
Heather sighed. “I thought that might happen if we put them next to each other.
Just don’t tell Loverboy.”
Holden must have seen the look of confusion on Karleigh’s face because he
explained, “We’ve been trying to figure out which male to breed Beauty with and were
pretty sure she’d taken a liking to Loverboy, but then Highwayman went and wooed
her, and now all bets are off.”
“Ah,” Karleigh said. “I see. So, it’s a love triangle.”
Mav rested both hands on the handle of the hay rake, flexing his big biceps and
making them look even bigger. Karleigh bit her lip to stifle a moan.
“My money’s on Highwayman,” Mav said.
“Fifty says she picks Loverboy,” Holden insisted.
Mav grinned. “You’re on.”
Heather shook her head, but Karleigh saw a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “Well, right now, she’s going to have to settle for a couple hours of girl talk with Honeysuckle because Karleigh and I are going for a ride. If anyone needs me, we’ll be out by the east pastures. See you guys later.”
Karleigh would much rather have stayed and watched Holden and Mav flex their muscles some more, but she obediently fell into step beside Heather as the redhead led the way to where the mares were stabled. She threw a covert glance over her shoulder to get another glimpse of the two men working, and found both of them standing there admiring her instead. Or more precisely, admiring her jean-clad ass. The lust in their eyes made heat pool between her thighs and she squeezed them together to ease the sudden ache there. An hour ago she’d been flirting with the idea of hooking up with a guy if she happened to meet one. Now, she had two gorgeous guys to pick from. Choosing wasn’t going to be easy. 





Thursday, March 14, 2013

Thursday, March 14-Melissa Cutler & Jenna Kernan

Welcome to another country morning! You can almost hear the sizzle of bacon, smell the fresh-brewed coffee and the heady scent of a dew-covered mother earth! Its a great day to welcome visitors to the porch and talk about books--especially from authors whose heroes have always been cowboys--the quintessential 'country boys'!

Today we welcome two more gifted storytellers--Melissa Cutler and Jenna Kernan. So grab your cuppa, find your favorite spot and get cozy as we visit with these two fine ladies today!
BIO:Bio: Melissa Cutler knows she has the best job in the world, dividing her time between her dual passions for writing sexy contemporary romances and edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense. She was struck at an early age by an unrelenting travel bug and is probably planning her next vacation as you read this. When she's not globetrotting, she's enjoying Southern California's flip-flop wearing weather and wrangling two rambunctious kids.

What inspired you to write this story?

With The Trouble with Cowboys, I was inspired to create a mash-up of western and culinary romance novels, with a heroine who's a failed reality Chef show contestant (a lá Top Chef) who's returned to her small town home to open a restaurant featuring locally grown food and a cowboy hero who not only raises prime beef but knows what to do with it once it hits the kitchen. I love the idea of following a cattle rancher in from riding the range to his kitchen and watching him prepare filet mignon from steer he'd painstakingly raised.

 Kellan’s imposing form materialized at the end of the breezeway. He folded his arms over his chest and propped his shoulder against the wall.
Amy yelped and lurched to a halt. “You scared me.”
“I’m ready to ask you out.”
"Oh." She tried to calm her racing heart, breathing deeply. Impossible. “Go ahead.”
“Amy, may I make you dinner at my house on Friday?”
She was ready with her answer. “No. Not a good idea. Sorry.”
He swaggering closer, his thumbs hitched on his belt buckle. Not that she was looking there. He stopped close enough to touch her. She took another step back and bumped into the wall. “Amy, may I have dinner with you?”
“No.” The word was little more than a note on the wind.
She flattened her palms against the cool stucco wall as her eyes trailed a vein in his neck from where it began at his shirt collar to where it ended at the locks of hair peeking from beneath his Stetson. Something shifted inside her, something carnal and potent.
With a blazing expression in his eyes, he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves to his elbows. “All this fancy stuff…I don’t think it’s for me,” he murmured.
The tie was off next, stuffed into a pocket. Maybe he heard her ragged intake of air because his gaze shifted to her lips as he unfastened his belt and dropped it to the ground. The metal buckle clanged on the cement. He loosened the top three buttons of his shirt, then tipped the brim of his hat lower over his brow.
Oh, damn… She rocked to her toes and lassoed his neck with her arm. His hat tumbled off as she brought her lips to his. His hands wound into her hair. Crushing her to the wall, he devoured her. Thoroughly and without mercy, pinning her in place with his lower body as his lips and tongue caressed her.
With a labored grunt, he wrenched his lips from hers and propped his arm against the wall behind her, panting. She opened her eyes, expecting triumph in his expression, but
all she saw was a raw heat that matched her own.
“I’ll pick you up Friday at six.” Scooping his belt and hat from the ground, he walked away, listing a bit. 

MORE ABOUT MELISSA: My thanks to Amanda McIntyre for hosting me today. I love hearing from readers and am really easy to find:



Next we get to spend some time getting to know Jenna Kernan a bit  better~

BIO: Award winning author, Jenna Kernan, writes fast-paced romantic adventures set in out-of-the-way places and populated by larger–than-life characters. Nominated for two RITA® awards for her Western romances, Jenna has penned more than two dozen novels and received the Book Buyers Best Award for paranormal romance in 2010 for book one in The TRACKER series. Visit

 I had so much fun researching Texas for THE LAST CAHILL COWBOY that I just couldn’t leave the state. I was especially interested in the theme of belonging and acceptance in my February release, THE TEXAS RANGER'S DAUGHTER.

My feisty heroine, Laurie Bender, is the daughter of a famous Texas Ranger who is trying so hard to be accepted as a perfect lady that it nearly kills her. I loved watching Laurie gaining confidence and independence as she loses more and more of her clothing. For me, her proper attire was an outward symbol of her efforts to gain her parent's approval.
My hero, Boon, also wants acceptance, but he has had none of the advantages Laurie enjoyed but also none of the expectations. He’s the son of a whore with no daddy and no last name. He is more than the rough, tough outlaw he appears. Inside he longs for the respect and belonging that comes with wearing a Ranger’s Star. But past mistakes have closed that door to him forever. He’s ridden with the most notorious gang in Texas and she’s a lawman’s daughter. He knows what he wants and can’t have it. She knows what’s expected and doesn’t want it.
I simply loved telling their story. The words just flew onto the pages. I hope you enjoy Laurie and Boon’s adventure as they escape from outlaws and run for their lives. For more about THE TEXAS RANGER’S DAUGHTER visit my website at and look for my STORY BEHIND THE STORY page.


My hero, Boon, was inspired by Brad Pitt.
My heroine, Laurie Bender, has a mother who is Castellan and so I picked a young Catherine Zeti Jones as my inspiration.

In this scene, Laurie Bender is trying to change into the boy's clothing Boon provided so they can make their escape from pursuing outlaws but she finds them too small:

Laurie glanced up and caught his eye. He looked at her with the intent gaze of a starving man. She tugged the flaps of the boy's shirt together and only then realized they did not quite cover her
"Turn around," she ordered again.
This time he shook his head in refusal. There was a new tension in him as if he was held in place by some invisible tether. Laurie's heartbeat accelerated as she recognized that she now faced a different kind of danger, the kind that came from showing a man her naked body.
"They'll be back in a moment," she warned, but she was not sure he heard her.
He stepped forward, reaching, his fingertips brushing the full round curve of the exposed tops of her breasts. She gasped and spun away, clutching her hands across her cleavage as her body tingled to life.
"I shall scream." It was an idle threat. She wouldn't, couldn't, because to scream was to draw more danger than she faced now.
But her words seemed to rouse him, for he blinked and then shook his head as if waking from a trance. He stooped to snatch up her discarded garments while Laurie tried frantically to button the shirt. She managed to get it fastened about her torso, thanks to the corset cinching her middle but the tight fit squeezed her breasts together so they bulged at the gap in a most lurid manner.
She stared down at her white flesh, thrusting up in an open invitation and gasped in despair. The action caused her breasts to strain against the buttons that imprisoned them. Were it not a sturdily constructed boy's shirt, she felt sure the tension would have split the seams.
Boon returned to the horses, stuffing her clothing into his saddlebags as she covered herself with her open hands, searching wildly for some other means to conceal her bosom from his view.
Boon turned. His arms dropped to his sides and his shoulders sank as if she had somehow defeated him.
"You must think I'm made of stone," he whispered.

(c) The Texas Ranger's Daughter, 2013, Jenna Kernan
This excerpt provided by permission of Harlequin, Inc.





Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Wednesday, March 13- Holly Bush, Carolyn Brown, Sabine Starr

Welcome y'all to day three of our, "LADIES LOVE COUNTRY BOYS" CELEBRATION! 

This pic was taken at RT 2012 of the Cowboy round-up reader event. Have you ever seen so many fine lookin' boots? If you're at RT this year, be sure to stop in on 5/1/13 at 2:15 pm, Sheraton Inn, Crown Center--Kansas City, meet the authors of RT 2013 "Cowboy Corral"

We'd like to welcome Holly, Carolyn and Sabine to the front porch today! Three very different and very gifted women in their field. Come on up and find yourself a comfy place to sit. Don't worry about "Norm", my old black Lab, he's more bark than bite;)  So let's get started!! First up is Holly Bush!
We've not met, but my good friend, Kimberly loves your writing and I have to say, I am looking forward to picking these up myself! 

BIO: Holly Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid readers. There was not a room in her home that did not hold a full bookcase. She worked in the hospitality industry, owning a restaurant for twenty years and recently worked as the sales and marketing director in the hospitality/tourism industry and is credited with building traffic to capacity for a local farm tour, bringing guests from twenty-two states, booked two years out. Holly has been a marketing consultant to start-up businesses and has done public speaking on the subject. Holly has been writing all of her life and is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and historical works. She has written four romance novels, all set in the U.S. West in the mid 1800’s. She frequently attends writing conferences, and has always been a member of a writer’s group. Holly is a gardener, a news junkie, has been an active member of her local library board and loves to spend time near the ocean. She is the proud mother of two daughters and the wife of a man more than a few years her junior.


I was driving home from work one day and had what I call one of my ‘mental movies’ playing in my head. There was a petite young woman, fashionably dressed in a pale yellow dress with a high neckline, lace collar and a matching short jacket. The back of the skirt was tiered, ruffled and each row was held in place by bows. She wore a small, yellow felt hat atop her blond, nearly white, hair. She had pale, smooth, cream colored skin, and fine delicate bone structure. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes gray blue. She placed a glove covered hand on the offered arm of the conductor and took one step down onto a busy train platform. He pointed to her leather trunks being stacked beside her. She looked around and saw cowboys in chaps and women in calico dresses holding children’s hands.
I got home that evening and through dinner and laundry and spelling lessons with one of my daughters, I kept seeing this young woman. I pictured her in a navy blue velvet formal dress with a high bustle and a lace bodice. She was at a dressing table attaching earrings and speaking to another woman. When the other woman left, the young woman took a key and opened a small drawer on the table. She pulled out a letter, unfolded it and read.
The following day or days I tried to name her and see her story. Who was she? What was in the letter? Why would a fashionable dressed, wealthy young woman travel alone to a mid-west town? I sat down at my computer to begin on the novel journey of this woman. Those first few minutes are both exciting and terrifying but as I described what I saw happening in my head, Julia Crawford began to take shape as the central character and eventually the heroine. As I wrote, Julia’s motivations became clear and her story followed. 


Excerpt from Train Station Bride 1887

“Make love to me, Jake,” Julia said.
Jake held her face in his hands. Every fear, hope and dream was visible there. Their lovemaking was reassuring to her. It was a hell of a lot more than that to him. More than a man’s release, a symptom of him being born male. It offered more than physical comfort to him. This beautiful woman wanted him, needed him in a way no one else did. When Julia curled up to him, responded to him, he felt as if he was the biggest, smartest man God had ever graced the earth with. After years of wondering if he’d done the best by his family, by the legacy his parents left him, when Julia touched his chest as she was doing now, Jake was convinced he’d succeed against any obstacle. Was this love? Was this what Flossie was trying to tell him?
“I’d be happy to oblige you, Mrs. Shelling,” he said.
Jake carried her to their bedroom. Their clothes slipped to the floor in a heap until they both stood naked before each other.
“You are too beautiful to grace my bed, Julia,” Jake said as his eyes swept her head to toe.
Julia smiled softly and ran her hands up his wide arms. “I never thought in a hundred years I’d be married to a man as handsome and kind as you.”
Jake kissed her deeply and she inched up to him, her breasts touching his chest. He tilted her head back in his hands. “Don’t ever leave me, Julia,” he said.
“Why would I want to leave you, Jake?” Julia whispered against his mouth. “You make me forget I’m silly and clumsy and fat.”
Jake watched his hand run down the side of her breast and follow the curve of her waist and hip. “Don’t say that, Julia.” He stared into her eyes. “There isn’t an ounce of flesh on you I want to part with.”  

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Next we invite Carolyn Brown to tell us about herself and her books! 

Carolyn Brown is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author and a RITA finalist. Her books include historical, contemporary, cowboys and country music mass market paperbacks. Billion Dollar Cowboy debuts the Cowboys & Brides series in June. It will be her 63rd published book and is her 14th cowboy romance for Sourcebooks. She and her husband live in Davis, Oklahoma. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.

 What inspired you to write this story?

My last Spikes and Spurs was finished and it was time to think about a new series. Four cowboys were whispering in my ear telling me to write their stories so I started paying attention. I had four very, very rich cowboys who loved their ranches and land. But just how important was love to them? Was it more important than money? Was it more important than a ranch? Was it more important than pride? Was it more important than secrets? And could love ever overcome all of the above or would it falter?”

The first story went to Colton Nelson because he was whispering the loudest. Colton assured me (Billion Dollar Cowboy) that love was important but he was a billionaire so how could he ever trust a woman to marry him for love. Laura Baker didn’t even want to be on his ranch, but she needed money to bail her sister out of gambling debts…again…so she’d agreed to work for Colton’s best friend and financial adviser as a glorified ranch secretary. She was there, she was pretty; they needed a fake girlfriend for Colton so the women would stop plaguing him. Pretty soon, neither of them can figure out what’s fake and what’s real. 

It was just supper, for God’s sake; it wasn’t an inquisition. They weren’t going to take her out in the yard and stone her to death if she ate with the wrong fork. Andy had said they were just like family, and since she was his assistant she should meet them, but she didn’t want to get all friendly with the “family.” She just wanted to work off her debt and get out of Ambrose, Texas. She’d managed to avoid most of them for a whole week and thought she could do so for months, but oh, no, Andy decided it was time for her to break bread with them that very evening.
Laura sat up straighter in the chair and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She hated going back to glasses after years and years of wearing contacts. She could wear her contacts on special occasions, but not more than a couple of hours. Tonight didn’t qualify for that in her opinion.
“We are glad that you came to supper, Laura,” Maudie said.
Maudie was tall, thin, with salt-and-pepper hair, and not nearly enough wrinkles to be Colton’s grandmother. She’d never be worth a damn in a poker game because Laura could easily read her through her green eyes. She’d popped in and out of the office at least once a day, so Laura had met her, but saying a brief hello and sitting at the supper table with her was two different things.
Laura’s smile was strained at best. “Thank you.”
Andy clapped his hands once. Conversation stopped and all eyes were on Laura. She sincerely thought about crawling under the table and hiding, but she refused to let anyone intimidate her. Not even the people who lived in a house so big that it took her breath away when she first saw it. It had turrets and wings and tall windows, a deep wraparound porch, and would put Tara from Gone with the Wind to absolute shame.
“Introductions!” Andy said with a sweep of his hand. “Maudie is the only one who has met Laura, who has been getting settled into the apartment and the job this week. As you all know, she is my distant cousin so I’ve known her since we were both kids.”
Laura nodded at Maudie even though saying hello from behind a desk and computer was far different than knowing them.
“And,” Andy went on, “that feller over there with the platter of steaks in his hand
is Rusty. He’s the ranch foreman and the person who knows what’s going on in any corner of the ranch. The kid beside him is Roxie, our new resident teenager.”
Rusty smiled. “I’d begun to think you were just a figment of Andy’s imagination or that he’d hired a robot. Welcome to the ranch. If I can help you with anything, you just holler. The apartment suiting you all right?”
“Yes, sir. It’s great,” she said.
Roxie looked up and Laura’s heart went out to her. There was something in her blue eyes that said she wasn’t real sure of her place in the world or where she’d fit in if she figured out that she even had a place.
“Hello,” Roxie said in a soft Southern drawl.
Laura saw herself at sixteen when someone new came to dinner at Aunt Dotty’s ranch. Trying to remember her manners and not talking too much, but being friendly. It was an awkward age at best. Andy had already mentioned that Roxie had just recently come to the ranch on a full-time basis and was more than a little bit shy.
Andy pointed in the opposite direction. “The cowboy at the head of the table that looks like shit is Colton.” 

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Welcome now Sabine Starr with her new release Angel Gone Bad!

BIO:Sabine Starr rides the trails of her ancestors by horseback, four-wheeler, and jeep when she explores Wild West myths, legends, and mysteries to locate authentic excitement for her novels. She lives near the Old Shawnee Trail in Texas and in the Kiamichi Mountains of Oklahoma. Lady Gone Bad was a #1 Best Seller Amazon Western Romance and a Rhapsody Book Club Best Seller. Angel Gone Bad is a March release. Bride Gone Bad will be out in October.

What inspired me to write about a Viking Cowboy in the Old West?
A lightning storm made me think of mighty Thor throwing his Hammer across the sky . . . and that led to an irresistible urge to write about a Viking cowboy and the dime romance novelist who done him wrong. Well, he did put her out of sorts when he wouldn’t give her everything she wanted from a man, but in his defense, he was treating her like a lady. She got her revenge, but now he’s back and ready to mete out justice. He gives her no choice except “to do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want.” And after all, she does need hands-on research for her novels.
Angel Gone Bad is second in my Gone Bad Series set during the 1880s in Texas and Indian Territory (Oklahoma). I was inspired by the fact that “G.T.T.” was once widely known to mean “Gone to Texas.” Those letters were frequently found scrawled on doors in the South, Midwest, and East, and those folks were simply gone. And many of them, gone bad. That idea led to the title for my Gone Bad Series. Another inspiration for this series was the paranormal interest that was part of society at that time. Native American mysticism was also still practiced in their cultures. In Lady Gone Bad, Sharlot hears danger warnings in her head. In Angel Gone Bad, Crystabelle is a card reader. In Bride Gone Bad, Tempest speaks with ghosts.

 Excerpt from Angel Gone Bad

“Angel, look at me.”
She didn’t want to open her eyes. She simply wanted to focus on his touch. But she did. In the dim light of the room, his eyes had turned from sky blue to deep, mysterious
“Tell me you want me as much as you did before.” He moved his hand in slow circles, gently massaging her hot, tender flesh.
She shivered, feeling a burning chill. “More. I want you more.”
“Kiss me.”
She realized that he needed her, too. He needed to know she still wanted him. He needed her to set aside the smart words, the games, the barbs. He’d made himself vulnerable to her. Could she do any less? 


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My thanks to each of you gals for stopping by! It's been great to visit with you and we'll be looking for more good reads from each of you!

Thursday join us here on the porch for a chat with two more "country boy " authors--Melissa Cutler and Jenna Kernan!  See y'all tomorrow!