Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Lazarus by Beth Williamson Circle Eight Millennium: First Ride Cowboy Collection

Lazarus by Beth Williamson Circle Eight Millennium



First Ride Cowboy Collection
You Never Forget Your First…

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you'll never forget.

Coming February 3rd!

FEATURING:

Lazarus by Beth Williamson
Being a Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

Forget Me Knot by Lori King
Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova
Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford
A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn't.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain
She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is...if he can convince her to give an ol' rodeo bum a chance.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget
She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes fantasy cowboys for a living...but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn
Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen
Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won't mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post
A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
From gunslinger to ranch owner. He's finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy's heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis
He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
She mistakes him for a stripper...he is happy to comply!


Get a taste of:
Lazarus by Beth Williamson


Lazarus Graham has always been the black sheep of his family. Leaving behind the ranch his family had owned for nearly 200 years, he lives life as a Texas Ranger. Tough, hard and inflexible, he has no time for life's fripperies.
Beatrice Cartwright never expected to run into her childhood nemesis again. Yet Laz Graham sauntered into her store to investigate a crime nearby. Then the man had the nerve to not remember her.
Being a Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

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He cupped her cheek and a shiver raced down her skin. “You gave up your dreams to live theirs?”
She’d not heard it phrased in such a way before and it made her decision sound foolish. “No, I took responsibility for my family’s business. I couldn’t let my grandfather’s vision for a Cartwright legacy die with my parents.” Her tone was sharper than she expected.
“You’re right. I can’t judge you for what you did.” He pulled his hand away and she almost stopped him. “But for what it’s worth, you would have been a good cop.”
She turned away from him and stared blindly at the colorful sticky notes. The colors of the rainbow decorated the wall, a collection of awfulness in the guise of something beautiful.
“Thank you, I think.” She wrapped her arms around her middle. “I guess we have obligations to our families that we might not want.”
He nodded. “True enough.” He put his hand on her shoulder. “I think we have something to start with. Finally.”
The warmth of his large hand was strangely comforting in the harsh light of the almost barren room. There was almost nothing left of the store. It was a clean slate. She could either rebuild what was taken from her, or she could sell it all and start again.
First, however, she wanted to find out who was behind the crimes and help Laz catch the son of a bitch.
“I want to be part of this until the end.” She turned to look up into his beautiful blue-green eyes. “Tell me you won’t leave me here and finish this without me.”
His expression was just as hard as it had been when they started, but he dipped his head and kissed her. Soft and quick. Her heart thudded into a gallop. Suddenly all she could see, all she could smell, all she could feel was him. The fans buzzed back and forth, but instead of cooling her down, her temperature notched up.
“It’s hot in here.” Her voice was a crackly whisper.
“The AC is off.”
“It’s not the AC.” She told herself to step back, to move away from him. Yet her body didn’t obey. Nope, she did something really stupid instead.
She set the beer down and kissed him. His lips moved against hers, giving as much as receiving. She opened her mouth. The sweet heat slid through her as their tongues rasped and danced with each other. Her arms found their way around his neck and she pressed her breasts against his exceptionally hard chest.
What was she doing?
“Is this a good idea?” He murmured against her cheek as he kissed his way to her neck.
Bea took off her glasses and dropped them on the floor beside her. “No, it’s not.”
That didn’t stop her from backing him toward the chair and pushing his shoulders until he sat. Her nipples strained against her bra and her pussy throbbed with need, pulsing in tune with her rapid heartbeat. One kiss, that was all it took. Apparently touching Lazarus was like a switch.
She was on.
She climbed on his lab, pressing her heated core against him and was rewarded with a thump from his burgeoning erection. She slid back and forth, reveling in the friction. He cupped her breasts, hefting their weight while his thumbs brushed her straining nipples.
“God, these are amazing.” He tugged at the hem of her shirt until he could pull it off.
It was almost laundry day so the only bra she’d had to wear was a pink lacy, sexy one that she had bought at the urging of a friend. Bea only wore it when she had no other clean ones. Her big boobs were just about falling out of the scrap of lace that pretended to be a bra.
Laz, however, appeared to appreciate it. He growled low in his throat and pinched her nipples through the lace. The combination of the rough material against the sensitive skin made her gasp.
“These are magnificent.”
She couldn’t help it. She barked a short laugh. “Magnificent?”
He frowned up at her. “Don’t underestimate the lure of these.” He nipped at one, and she sucked in a breath. When he pulled back the lace off the left side, exposing the nipple, he licked it once. “Magnificent.”




About the Author

Beth Williamson, who also writes as Emma Lang, is an award-winning, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both historical and contemporary romances. Her books range from sensual to scorching hot. She is a Career Achievement Award Nominee in Erotic Romance by Romantic Times Magazine, in both 2009 and 2010, and a quarter-finalist in the 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.
Beth has always been a dreamer, never able to escape her imagination. It led her to the craft of writing romance novels, fueled by Reese’s and tenacious pursuit of the perfect story. She’s passionate about purple, books, and her family. She has a weakness for shoes and purses as well as bookstores.
Life might be chaotic, as life usually is, but Beth always keeps a smile on her face, a song in her heart, and a cowboy on her mind. ;)


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Consent and Sexuality

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"Not that I am a woman who would have a relationship with more than one man, I do love the fact that Faith was able to follow her heart and live her life as she saw fit. It is time that women stand up for their beliefs and their sexuality. Ms. Alexander helps me believe in embracing my sexuality and hopefully womankind too. Praises for her story and the message she sends out."

-Amazon review. To Have Faith.


There is a part of me in all of the heroines I write. In To Have Faith, Faith O’Leary is the part of me who wanted to embrace and explore her sexuality. When I read that my words inspired others to connect with their trues nature, it brought tears to my eyes.

It is an interesting time to be a woman in America. And by interesting, I mean fucked up. We are told we can do and be whatever we want, as long as it fits someone else’s idea of womanhood. Nowhere is this stupid attitude more prevalent than when it comes to consent.

Consent. That’s right. I’m going there. Why? Because I’ve recently taken the bull by the horn shall we say and have changed my expectation of the type of physical relationship I want. It wasn’t a drastic decision, but one I’ve been contemplating for a while and finally decided to do something about. As I endeavor on this transition, I’ve learned some fundamental truths regarding consent.

Truth- I am a sexual human being. I enjoy men. I enjoy being a woman surrounded by men. I love our differences and I love our similarities. I love being a girly-girl, and wearing high heels, and hearing my man call me princess in his growly voice. LOVE IT! When I go out, I will dress sexy and wear low-cut tops to attract attention.

But Anna. Only sluts go out dressed to attract male attention in such a fashion.

Uh, no. All animals have their mating rituals. I just go about it in the way of the peacock, showing off my magnificent plumage. We are first attracted visually. We see someone who catches our eye and think, “Wow. I would like to know more about this person.” And then courtship commences.

Where mankind fucks up this process is when it comes to consent. Yes, I may be dressed to attract a man but that does not mean I am out to attract ALL MEN. Or even “you” specifically.

People are like puzzle pieces. You see a person you think may be a good match. You go up and say hello. Let’s say that after a few moments, you or the other person suggests that maybe you aren’t meant to be. If this were an actual puzzle, do you mash the pieces together? Scream and yell and force the pieces to fit? No. You shrug, put the pieces back on the table and try something else.

That is what we need to do with each other. You are welcome to talk to me. I am welcome to say no thank you. You move on. You are not allowed to mash us together. Ever. Ever, ever. Just because I flirt and kiss on one man does not mean I have to flirt and kiss on you. And that goes both ways. Just because a man is a man, does not mean they are ready or willing to hook up with anyone. No means no. Is this concept really so difficult to understand?

Be kind. Be respectful. And get on with your sexy self. You are allowed to want. You are allowed to desire. And you sure as hell allowed to lust. You are not a slut. You are not a whore. And you owe no one. Do not let someone tell you who you can or cannot be.

Peace!

Anna- The Super Diva



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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels: First Ride Cowboy Collection

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels




First Ride Cowboy Collection
You Never Forget Your First…

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you'll never forget.

Coming February 3rd!

FEATURING:

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Forget Me Knot by Lori King
Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova
Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford
A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn't.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain
She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is...if he can convince her to give an ol' rodeo bum a chance.

Lazarus by Beth Williamson
Being a Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget
She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes fantasy cowboys for a living...but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn
Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen
Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won't mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post
A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
From gunslinger to ranch owner. He's finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy's heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis
He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
She mistakes him for a stripper...he is happy to comply!


Get a taste of:

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Harland County Series/Book 1/Cole



Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

L.A. cop Jordan Masters Ryan has a problem. Her normal method of meeting a crisis head-on and taking it down won’t work. Not this time. Not when fate is her adversary. Having kept her from the man she thought she’d always marry, the same fickle fate took away the man she eventually did. Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Widower and software CEO, Cole McCall fills his days with computer codes and his free time working the family’s cattle ranch. Blaming himself for his wife’s death, he’s become hard and bitter. When his visiting former neighbor sets out to delete the firewall around his heart, he discovers there’s no protection against the Jordan virus. Though she understands his pain and reawakens his soul, will it be enough for Cole to overcome his past and embrace their fated hearts?





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“I hope you know what you’re doing, Jordan. My brother doesn’t have the same sense of humor as before. In fact, the hay in the loft has more humor than Cole. He’s fresh out.”
“Don’t you think it’s high time we rectified that?” She patted Connor’s arm. “I’ve only been here a few hours, and I’m already tired of Attila No Fun.”
He brought them to a halt and grinned. “Well, here’s your chance. This is his office. Holler if you need me. I’ll be just down the end of the hall.”
“Will do. Thanks.” She raised on tiptoes and kissed his handsome cheek. Damn, the man was tall. He had to be close to six-four. “Don’t work too hard.”
“Never.” He winked, then disappeared into his office.
Time to push some buttons. She turned back to Cole’s door, squared her shoulders and knocked.
“What?”
She snickered and entered, shutting the door behind her. “You forgot, where, when, who, why, and how.”
“Jordan.”
He threw his pen down on the desk and hit her with so much fury in his gaze, she nearly stumbled backward.
“Is there a reason you’re here bugging me when I’m trying to work?”
She crossed the room on shaky legs and dropped into the leather chair in front of his oak desk. “You want the long list or the short list?”
“I don’t want any.” He glared.  “Get out.”
“No can do, McCall. That’s not on my list.”
“Jordan.” He pushed back from the desk. “So help me, if you don’t—”
“Wow. Did you know the vein in your neck bulges when you’re angry? You should do something about that.” She shook her head and clasped her hands in an attempt to hide her trembling fingers.
He closed his eyes and sucked in a long breath.
“That’s better. Deep, cleansing breaths.”
His eyes snapped open. “You’re still here?”
She laughed. “Yes. You can’t will me away, Cole. You know that.”
“Damn nuisance.” He straightened in his seat, folded his hands on the desk, and stared her in the eye. “What do I have to do to get you to leave?”
“Just talk.”
“Good. We did, now go.” He turned dismissively back to his computer monitor.
“No, I mean talk about you.” She crossed her legs and straightened her blouse.
“Sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you said. Now, kindly get the hell out of my office so I can get back to work.”
No way. With her heart hammering out of control, she leaned closer. “Are you working on a game?”
“No.” He leaned closer, too. “It’s a photo’s program. Can I please get back to it now?”
“Soon, but first I wanted to tell you I was sorry about Bess.”
Okay, that came out clumsy.
Still, she’d expect him to react with sadness, grief, pain, even anger, but the unbridled fury reddening his face was bad. Very bad.
“For the love of Texas! Go!” He shot to his feet, rounded the desk, and glowered down at her.
Holy cow.
She rose and ordered her body to remain steady despite his murderous gaze.
Chest to chest, she stared up at him, refusing to show fear. “Look, Cole. I just want you to know I’m here if you need to talk.”
Tight lips and flared nostrils relayed his rage while the rapid, single blink of his eyes gave away his unease.
If he was uncomfortable with her being so close, why didn’t he step back? What was she saying? That would force him to show weakness, and heaven forbid the mighty Cole McCall should act human.
“I don’t want to talk,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“Well, you know where to find me if you do,” she said, ignoring the warning voice in her head. “I can help with Bess—”
“I don’t need help with Bess! I need help with my program. So get the hell out of here, Jordan! Now!” Fisted knuckles cracked at his sides.
Sorrow, painful and deep, funneled into her heart. My God, he’s a mess. She had to convey some warmth to him.
Taking her life in her hands, she touched his arm. “I hate to see you like this, Cole. Just remember I have a good ear.”
“Fine. Duly noted.” Strong fingers clamped tightly around her wrist and pulled her to the door. “Now, kindly leave, and take your good ear with you.”
She snorted into a laugh. “You made a joke, Cole. Good for you.”
“Yeah, hurray for me. Now, leave.”
She sandwiched his hand between hers and squeezed. Let me in, she willed, staring into his cold gaze, hoping some of her compassion reached past the dark pit where he dwelled.
“Please, I can help you…” Her voice trailed off, leaving the ball in his court.
He volleyed. “I’m fine. Now, leave me the hell alone.” Yanking free, he glowered before throwing the door open. “Good night, Jordan.”
What he’d really meant was good riddance. She smiled. Too bad.
The devil inside made her stand tall, lean in and place a noisy, wet kiss on his taut cheek. “Night, McCall.”


About the Author


Donna Michaels is an award winning, New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Romaginative fiction. Her hot, humorous, and heartwarming stories include cowboys, men in uniform, and some sexy, primal alphas. With a husband in the military fulltime, and a household of nine, she never runs out of material. From short to epic, her books entertain readers across a variety of sub-genres, and one is even being hand drawn into a Japanese translations.

Cowboys, Military & More…

To learn more about Donna Michaels and her books, or to join her mailing list, visit www.DonnaMichealsAuthor.com

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~Donna


Monday, February 13, 2017

Dehydrated Pineapple!! by Jennifer Kacey

I started a new food plan on January 1st. It's called AIP. Auto Immune Protocol to try to help the Lupus and the other awesomeness I'm dealing with. I've had to make some changes to it so I don't drop too much weight but something I found doing this that I LOVE is my dehydrator! I love dried fruit but don't want the added sugar and preservatives (both no-nos on AIP) so I thought I'd try my hand at making my own. SO FREAKING FUN!!

Here's pics of my making dried pineapple the first time! I used fresh and cut it and cored it. Tasted amazing!! Even miniman loved it! And it's super easy to use!

If anybody's interested in the kind I use. It's the Nesco Dehydrator. Just found it on Amazon and selected one that had multiple temperature settings because I want to make jerky as well.

Here's a video on the unit! Enjoy!!! And go get a dehydrator cause they're so fun!


Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York: First Ride Cowboy Collection

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York



First Ride Cowboy Collection
You Never Forget Your First…

Saddle up for a sexy ride with 18 bestselling and award winning authors as they share with you their first in a series. These cowboys will claim your heart with their rough edges and raw emotions. Dust off your boots, and join us for a ride you'll never forget.

Coming February 3rd!

FEATURING:

The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
She mistakes him for a stripper...he is happy to comply!

Forget Me Knot by Lori King
Will her vacation into the heart of cattle country turn out to be a mistake?

Cowboy Crazy by Em Petrova
Five brides for five brothers…at least that’s the deal the Daltons have struck with their boys. Each son must marry in order to inherit a piece of the ranch they love so much.

Watching Fireflies by Jaycee Ford
A cowboy who knew nothing of love. A city girl who wishes she didn't.

Sweet As Candy by Sidda Lee Rain
She may be the softness to smooth his rough edges. That is...if he can convince her to give an ol' rodeo bum a chance.

Lazarus by Beth Williamson
Being a Graham isn't easy, and it's about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?

Gimme Some Sugar by Stephanie Berget
She’s is a genius with cupcakes and croissants. He needs a ranch cook to whip up beef, beans and bacon. Love never tasted so good.

Her Fated Cowboy by Donna Michaels
Thrown back into the path of her first love, she finds hers is not the only heart fate has damaged.

Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun
She left town to chase her dreams…he stayed and ignored his…can they find love again?

Davis: Letters of Fate by Paty Jager
A marriage of convenience ignites into a steamy romance and brings two strong wills together.

Make Mine a Cowboy by Sandy Lea Sullivan
She writes fantasy cowboys for a living...but she never expected to find her own on the back roads of Hill Country, Texas.

Chocolate Cowboy by Kirsten Lynn
Returning to Wyoming two things surprised GySgt Jared Worrell…becoming the town chocolatier and Lucy Thomas. Coming home never tasted so sweet.

Montana Bachelor by Hildie McQueen
Rich Bachelor seeks Single Female who won't mind complications of elite society, a suspicious father and an evil ex-girlfriend…

Cowboys Never Fold by Lexi Post
A cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort but to win the sexy owner’s heart, he must bare more than his soul.

River’s Edge by Gem Sivad
From gunslinger to ranch owner. He's finding respectability a lot more dangerous than his former life of sin.

Under Pressure by Rhonda Lee Carver
The Stone sisters know their way with a gun, rope, three-inch heels, and a cowboy's heart.

Jake: Men of Clifton by Susan Fisher Davis
He can tame the wildest stallion, but can he tame a stubborn redhead that wants nothing to do with him?



Get a taste of:
The Real McCoy by Sabrina York
Book 1 in the Stripped Down Cowboys Series
It’s like Magic Mike…with cowboys!


At a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, she meets the gruff, dominant man of her dreams. It’s too bad the sexy stripper is only a pretend cowboy…or is he?

When Crystal Wilson gets roped into a wild, girls-only weekend at a rowdy “stud” ranch, the last thing she wants to do is tangle with a bunch of half-naked men pretending to be cowboys. But when she meets Ford McCoy, she can’t help but be attracted to his dark, dominant, gruff appeal.

What she doesn’t know is that Ford isn’t a stripper. He’s her friend’s overprotective brother, there to make sure his little sister doesn’t get into any trouble. She’s surprised at the passion that flares between them. In fact, what she has with Ford might just be what she’s been looking for all along.

It’s a pity the sexy rancher isn’t in the market for a city girl.


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She shouldn’t have taken the shot.
For God’s sake, what had she been thinking? She’d been on a low-carb, low-calorie diet—with no alcohol—for a month. Not because Blaine had called her fat. That had nothing to do with it. She just wanted… She just wanted to do it for herself. Yeah.
It wasn’t like he was coming back or anything. And it wasn’t like she’d let him.
But it would be awesome to run into him somewhere, say the bank or the coffee shop or that bar on Grill Street, looking like a vixen. She only had ten pounds to go to hit vixen weight. It was a helluva ten pounds. They didn’t seem to want to budge.
And damn, she really wanted something to eat.
And damn, the tequila had hit her hard.
So hard she’d left the weekend kickoff party—although, to be honest, she’d wanted to leave since the pumping music and the grinding bodies and the strobing lights were starting to make her eyelid twitch. As down-home country as the bedrooms were at this ranch-slash-resort, they sure knew how to throw a bacchanal at night.
It was pleasanter out here behind the house, staring up at the stars and enjoying the kiss of a soft breeze. There were no sounds but the rustle of the leaves in the trees, the crickets and the occasional croak of a frog.
Her head hardly spun at all.
She leaned back and closed her eyes and imagined how amazing it would feel to be twenty-one again and interested in those kinds of men. To rub against a hard chest and feel his thickly muscled arms hold her close.
But none of those boys had ignited a flicker of interest in her. They’d all been rubbed smooth. Although several of them, and one in particular, had made it clear he wanted to dance for her.
It was a damn shame.
It would have been fun.
What kind of man would she want, if she wanted a man? Tall, for sure. Broad. Hard. Rough. Maybe a little wicked twinkle in his eye.
A door slammed to her right and her eyes flew open. She blinked as a man strode toward her through the shadows. Her heart lurched and the breath caught in her throat. Yes, her heart whispered. Yes. That was the kind of man she wanted.
He was big, and broad and roped with muscle. His stride was sure, determined and powerful. He wore boots that kicked up dust with every step, and chaps and even a Stetson. He had high cheekbones and a well-formed brow. His square chin was spattered with a dark shadow. His shirt was buttoned.
He looked like a real cowboy.
He looked like a man.
This guy could dance for her. No problem. She’d love to have him rub himself all over her—
His steps stalled as he caught sight of her.
“Well, hey there, cowboy,” she purred. It was probably the tequila purring, but he didn’t seem to care. He peered into the shadows.
She did him the favor of moving into the light. She liked that his nostrils flared and his throat worked. He touched the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”
Ooh. Ma’am.
Sexy. This stripper knew how to play a role.
“You’re late,” she said.
He blinked. “Late?”
“The party’s already started.” She sidled up to him—again, the tequila; normally she would never sidle up to anybody—and put her hand on his chest. The muscles rippled in response and something inside her rippled as well. It was probably her womb. Crying out for a visitor.
It had been a while, after all.
She leaned closer, against him, and it was good. She nestled her nose in his beautiful neck and took a whiff. And daham, he smelled sinful. Wicked. Alluring.
“What is that fragrance?” she asked. She needed to know. Wanted to bathe in it.
He chuckled; the sound rumbled through her. “Soap.”
“Mmm. Yummy.” She scudded her palm over his chest, his thick arms and down to his trim waist. He held steady as she explored, staring at her through insanely thick lashes. It should be illegal for a man to have lashes like that. His features were locked and hard. A muscle ticked in his cheek. “You’re hard,” she murmured. Oh, God, he was.
“Yes, ma’am. I am.” This he said in a low purr, one that gave a sizzle of double entendre to the words.
Something cracked inside her. It was probably the remainder of her pickled restraint. He was the hottest man she’d ever seen, much less touched. His heat soaked into her and melted her, liquefied her.
She couldn’t stop her roving exploration and wouldn’t have anyway. Her hand drifted lower. His body tightened, his breath hitched as she reached his belt. And then she found him.
Her knees locked. Her pulse rocketed through her veins. Because Jesus God, he wasn’t just hard, he was rock hard…



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Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous romances. Her titles range from sweet & snarky to scorching romance in historical, contemporary and fantasy sub-genres. Represented by Nicole Rescinti at the Seymour Agency  Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests.


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