Free Book!!!- The Cowboy Way on Amazon

Have you read any of the Sprawling A Ranch books? Well here is your chance to get started with the first book in the series, The Cowboy Way, available for FREE on Amazon! Scoop it up now, for the sale only goes until Friday the 9th.

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An on the job accident leaves ranch owner Trey Armstrong with a dislocated shoulder and no recollection of the last few years of his life, including his marriage to the lovely Greta. His mind might not remember her but his body sure does, and despite his lack of memory, Trey finds himself eager to return to the homestead. With his ranch a success and a beautiful, understanding wife by his side, Trey comes to think he’s been living the charmed life.

But not all is as it seems. Behind shy smiles and scorching kisses, Greta is hiding secrets that could destroy their rediscovered relationship. When the illusion of his perfect marriage begins to crumble, Trey realizes he can’t live in oblivion forever and will have to remember his past in order to salvage his future.

Welcome to the Sprawling ‘A’ Ranch, where the men are as hot as the August sun.

4.5 Stars- "This is very much an emotional, character driven story. A well written story."- Jeep Diva Reviews

5 Stars- "So, although the chemistry between Greta and Trey sizzles, and I mean it’s scorching hot, it’s the miracle of healing and hope that makes this story so special."- Romancing the Book

Excerpt

“Tell me about our first kiss.”

“Wow.” Her brows rose. “You change gears quickly.” Her soft chuckle made his breath hitch and his fingers tightened where they had landed on her hip. He was pleased when he felt an answering shudder race through her.

He shrugged. “I’m curious about you. About us. I want to hear about something happy.”

“You think our first kiss was a happy memory?”

“It wasn’t?” How could it not have been?

Greta threw her head back and laughed long and hard. Her hair rippled down her back and her shoulders shook as he stared at her with both confusion and amusement. It was the first time he had earned a genuine smile from her and he wanted to do it again.

“Our first kiss.” She sobered and bit her lip as her gaze focused inward. This time when she laughed it was with a low and husky purr. It poured over him like syrup and pooled in his groin. “We’d been dancing, and you were trying to convince me that I was your girl. You pulled a macho move and planted one on me as I was trying to walk away. It was the funniest thing ever.”

“Why was it funny?”

“Because it was all soft and lippy and really wet. I was surprised that the great love-’em-and-leave-’em Trey Armstrong was a piss-poor kisser.” She giggled.

“That can’t be right.” He looked away in disbelief and shifted in his seat. “You must be remembering it wrong.”

“You’re questioning my memory?”

“Well, yeah.” He didn’t recall having any troubles where the ladies were concerned. She must be playing with him. “I couldn’t have been that bad. You obviously stuck with me.”

“I had to retrain you.”

Retrain him, huh? “Was I a quick study?” he smirked.

Her expression took on a dreamy quality that had him thinking of hot summer nights tangled in crisp cool sheets. “Yeah, you were.”

He leaned in close, close enough to smell the wine on her breath. It was impossible to take his eyes off her succulent lips. “Do you think I still remember how?”

Greta’s eyes widened at the unspoken request in his query. “You’d have to tell me,” she whispered.

He dipped his head ever so slowly. Watching, waiting to see if she’d pull away. Her gaze fell to his lips, making them tingle in anticipation until he pressed his mouth to hers. Remembering her “soft lips” comment, he kept his touch firm. When he felt her smile in response, he slanted his mouth over hers and coaxed her to open for him.

She gasped and melted in his embrace, her arms slipping around his neck to hold on tight. She tasted of wine and spice, and he wanted more. Her little whimpers pushed the need to claim her to the breaking point, twisting and twisting until he thought he would snap.

Hot damn. Her kiss burned him to the core. If he could, he’d crawl inside her and not leave for days. His shaft throbbed and reminded him that it had been awhile since he had engaged in any vigorous activity. Since he couldn’t remember the last time he had had a taste of her body, it felt how like he suspected he had the first time with her, hot desperate and completely out of control.

Which was why he needed to stop. Now.

The need to take her slow, then fast, then slow again was strong. But the need to have her trust was greater. She was holding back. He felt it. Any information about their relationship he’d had to coax from her like getting a newborn calf to accept a new mama. She hadn’t refused to answer his questions, but she hadn’t elaborated, either. For some reason she was hiding something, and that bothered him.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, he tore away, leaving them both struggling for breath.

Her lips were swollen and wet, her eyes dazed as she blinked up at him. “Yeah, you remembered,” she said as she exhaled.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Greta.” His throat was so raw it hurt. “I want you. Want you something fierce. From the moment I first saw you, you called to me. My head might not remember you, but my body sure does.”

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To Have Faith- New Release by Anna Alexander!

Have you seen? Have. You. Seen?!?

To Have Faith, the third book in the Men of the Sprawling A Ranch series is live for your reading pleasure.

And yes, that is two men on the cover. I know. My mother was scandalized and my father just shook his head and said, "I don't ask."

So why did I write a menage romance? Well, it didn't start out that way. When the fellas on the ranch began to pester me to write their stories, Ben was one of the first to come to mind. I started to wonder about who he was as a man. He was the oldest ranch hand and had been on the ranch the longest. Hmm... early forties, six-foot plus, big, muscle-bound, and knows how to use a rope...he had to be into kink!

Yep, Ben was kinky. And being in a small town was not conducive to finding a willing partner, so Ben was convinced he'd die alone. Then Faith appeared and possibilities abounded. Now Colby on the other hand was just meant to add some excitement to Faith's instructions, but once the three of them got together, I couldn't imagine them apart. In my mind, the three of them made sense, and I hope you all see the same magic as I do and enjoy their story. :)

Blurb:

Ben Castillo was every woman’s fantasy. More precisely, Faith O’Leary’s fantasy. Tall, broad, and oh-so handsome, he had a deep voice, and big hands, and the best part of all – he was just as kinky as the rumors suggested. Even kinkier. When he agreed to help Faith explore her submissive nature, she mistakenly thought her biggest obstacle would be in getting Ben to believe her when she said she wasn’t going to walk away after his tutelage was over. Instead she finds herself facing the scorn of their conservative community when it’s discovered that their relationship also included time spent with his cute roommate Colby.

Ben was convinced his time with Faith was limited, and she’d move on to someone closer to her own age and settle down once she had her fun. The vicious gossip going around town is a sign for him to walk away from the woman he’s come to love, but Colby thinks Ben’s a fool, and will do whatever he can to ensure a happy ending. For all of them.

Excerpt:

Ben’s knees threatened to buckle, and for a second, he was tempted to fall back into the chair in order to catch his breath.

There she was. Little Faith O’Leary. Standing before him in her pretty blue shirt and black mini-skirt, asking him to teach her how to be submissive. This had to be a dream.

But damn him, he wanted this to be real. He wanted her to be his. He wanted her on her knees with her mouth parted, ready to take his cock down her throat.

Fuck him to hell and back. What was he thinking? Faith deserved more than to be treated with such objectification. She deserved to be romanced, to be laid on a mattress with soft music, candlelight, and have sweet nothings whispered in her ear. With him, she’d get a hardwood floor, the bite of leather around her wrists, and filthy commands growled against her breasts.

Now that wasn’t to say a little down and dirty was a bad thing. Sure, he’d met his fair share of women who craved the darker passions like him, but Faith wasn’t one of them. She was too pure to be depraved.

But didn’t she make a tempting morsel, offering herself up to the devil with her big blue eyes, full pouty lips, and those pretty nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt, practically begging him to latch on and make her cry out in pleasure.

No. No. No. He blinked hard against the rush of desire that hardened his muscles and then some. He wouldn’t take what she thought she was willing to give.

As he opened his mouth to tell her she was misinformed about whatever gossip the rumor mill had churned out, her shoulders slumped, and a tinge of pink raced up her neck as her lips trembled in what looked like embarrassment.

Silly girl. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that a woman should never be embarrassed to ask for more, especially when it came to their sexuality. It was a struggle he heard many of his female friends in the BDSM community deliberate over and over again. For centuries women had been fighting the ideology that if they were meek in the bedroom, they were prudes, but if they demanded sexual fulfillment, they were whores. What the world needed to understand was they were human beings who deserved satisfaction just like their fellow men.

Faith had every right to take control of her sexuality. He just didn’t think he was the best person to guide her on her journey.

He swiped his hand over his face and sighed. “I’m more of a top than a Dom.”

A soft gasp parted her lips and the sparkle returned to her eyes. “Will you explain the difference?”

He sighed again and felt his throat grow tight. Where to begin? 

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Anna Alexander's The Marlboro Man is here!!!

Happy March y'all!!

The second book in the Men of the Sprawling A Ranch series is here and Mark is ready for your reading pleasure.

We all have a secondary character that does not leave you alone. In my Saturn Series, it was Bale and Marco DeWinter. In the Sprawling A it was Mark. That man stood behind my shoulder one day and demanded his own book. And from that the entire Sprawling A Series was born.

Read. Enjoy. And welcome back to the ranch!

Blurb:

For years Mark Webber was in love with his best friend’s girl, and it had become well past time for him to move on for greener pastures. Not long after he left, Mark realized the Sprawling A was his home, so now he’s back, ready to leave the past in the dust. While he was gone there had been some changes at the A, including a new ranch hand who comes with a sister that stirs Mark’s passions in ways he never felt before.

Gabriella Montoya has come to the ranch seeking shelter after a failed marriage. Not only is she welcomed with open arms, but she gains six big brothers. But one man doesn’t look at her like he would a sister. Oh, no. Mark gazes at her with a heat and promise in his eyes, and damn if he doesn’t deliver on every one. But Gabriella’s not certain she’s ready to embark on another relationship so soon with a man who has made no bones about wanting forever, especially when both of their pasts rise from the ashes and threaten everything they have. 

Excerpt:

How could one man’s gaze burn her like a blowtorch set on high?

During her marriage, the sexual chemistry had been good, but it was nothing like the excitement she felt sitting next to Mark at the dinner table. All of her senses were attuned to his every move, his every breath. From his scent of Old Spice and spearmint to his low rumbles of appreciation. The shifting of his thigh muscles alongside hers under the table brought to mind images of him thrusting inside her wet and achy sheath. The glances he flicked her way were hotter than the peppers on her tongue, and she lost track of how many glasses of water she drank in an attempt to cool the fire he lit within.

God, she hoped she responded correctly to the questions the others asked her during the meal. The last thing she needed was to come off as a complete goober, or worse, have Rafe start to suspect something was up.

“Ladies.” Ben stood and gathered his dishes. “That was excellent. You sure know how to spoil us.” The rest of the men nodded.

Mark stopped her as she began to stack the dishes. “There’s a rule around here. Whoever cooks dinner gets to relax while the others clean up.”

“Yeah,” Greta chimed in. “I usually sit on the swing with a glass of wine. Why don’t you join me? You can have the wine, I’ll make do with grape juice.”

“All right. But I can at least help clear the table.” She collected a few utensils and then her plate.

When she stood, Mark’s big hand covered hers, just like it had that morning. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware that the others had gone into the kitchen and they were all alone in the dining room. Her gaze lifted to his face and her lips parted as she saw the desire in his eyes. A second later his mouth was on hers, hot and firm. She barely registered the texture of his lips when he pulled away and disappeared without a sound into the kitchen.

Shock held her immobile for several long seconds before her tongue swept her lower lip in an attempt to recapture his flavor. 

What the hell?

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Lexi Post Has a New Release - Cowboys Never Fold - Contest & Chances to Win!!!

Cowboys Never Fold

                                                 By Lexi Post

Who doesn't love a yummy cowboy. The Divas do...

Lexi Post is visiting the Decadent Divas today.  She is also running a contest so check out her links below for a chance to win!!

Blurb:

COWBOYS NEVER FOLD – Award-Winning Author Lexi Post – When a cowboy honors a promise by working at a nudist resort, he discovers that to win the heart of the sexy owner he will have to go all-in, but that could mean baring more than his soul.

Excerpt #1

Wade took the plate from her and brought it to the sink. “I’ll just wash these up for Selma and head to bed.”

Kendra was off the stool and grabbing the sprayer before he could reach it. “No. You made the meal for me. I can clean up. You’ve probably had a long day. When did you get up?”

He shrugged. “Probably around five. I didn’t really pay attention.”

“Exactly. I’ll stay and clean up. Go get a good night’s sleep. You have a lot of ordering to do tomorrow based on your lists.”

His eyes widened. “You really approve of everything?”

She put her other hand on her hip. “Listen. I don’t know anything about horses. All I know is what nudists like based on research. I’ll come up with something for the nude riding, but I need an expert to set up my stables and trails. You’re that expert. I’m not going to get in the way of that.”

He smiled, his eyes almost twinkling in his excitement. “Well then, boss. I definitely need to be doing the dishes for you.”

 He reached for the sprayer and without thinking, she pulled it out and sprayed him.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” She stared as the shirt conformed to Wade’s body, the contours of his chest coming out in full relief. Turning away from the titillating sight, she grabbed a couple hand towels hanging next to the sink. She just didn’t want him to do the dishes. Now he would think she was the worst boss in the state.

Turning back to help him dry off, she froze. Wade had taken off his shirt, revealing his moist chest and arms. The man’s pectorals were what she called mountain muscles and the wet hair that formed a line straight down the middle of his rippled abdominals disappeared beneath blue jeans being held up by a big-buckled belt. She tried to look at his face but was drawn to his large biceps, which had been hidden by the shirt. She followed those to his shoulders where more muscle explained why he appeared so broad. He was. The man was walking muscle.

“Are those for me?”

His voice snapped her out of her drool-like state, and she looked him in the eye. The man’s lips formed a slow smirk.

“Yes. Here.” She gave him the towels and he pushed one back at her.

“Can you dry my back? That water sprayer is strong.”

“Right, of course.” She was bumbling like an idiot, but what woman wouldn’t be. Damn, the man was built. He made her feel petite despite being taller than average. He had to be well over six feet. Stepping behind him, she was treated to another tantalizing view. As he wiped at his chest and arms, the muscles in his back danced, showing the many layers he had. She hesitated to touch him. He would be warm and so male.

“Isn’t it wet?” He rolled his shoulders. “It feels like it.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She forced herself to use the towel against his skin, careful not to let her hand touch him. If it did, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She wiped at the moisture until he was dry, then took a deep breath and stepped around him, tossing the towel on the sink. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to keep you from washing the dishes.”

“No harm. I’ve been wet before.” His smile appeared again, and she had the strongest urge to kiss it.

 Switching her weight to her right hip, she crossed her arms. “Well, I guess now you have to let me do the dishes.” She meant to sound flippant, but didn’t carry it off well.

He held out his towel. “Yup. Definitely got your way…this time.”

She uncrossed her arms to take the towel and crushed it against her chest. “Have a good night.”

He shrugged his large shoulders, causing her insides to tighten. Why did she have to be so susceptible to broad shoulders, and why did he have to have the most muscular ones she’d ever seen?

“It all depends on the bed.” He winked and brushed past her. Their arms touched for a second, his clean male scent, which was stronger now without his shirt, washed over her and almost buckled her knees.

She couldn’t resist and turned to watch him walk away, his back teasing her with its muscle play until the batwing doors swung closed behind him.

 She pulled the damp towel up to her face and inhaled. God, the man smelled good. Damn. Built, well mannered, organized, knowledgeable and with a dark tan above his waist that made her want to crawl down his pants to see how far it went.

 She groaned. Tan to the waist meant he was outside without a shirt more often than not. “Hell.” She was definitely screwed…or rather wanted to be. Could she ask Dale for another replacement stable manager?

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Lexi Post is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
But Lexi's first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. Lexi believes there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great literature for her sexy love stories. Her books are known as "erotic romance with a whole lot of story." In 2014 she won both the Aspen Gold Readers Choice Award and the Passionate Plume Award.
Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).

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