Some Sugar with Your Spice- Sweetest Kisses

It's a book birthday!!

Sweetest Kisses book four in the Sprawling A Ranch Series is out now at your favorite retailer.


Adam may be the baby of his family, and the youngest on the ranch, but that man is in no way childish, especially when it comes to those he loves. And I loved pairing him up to Nic, who I identified with entirely too much. There is a piece of me in all of my heroines, and Nic is the high school version of me. The girl with the pink hair who was ready to explore the world. Yeah... I'm still working on that.

*And for your long time readers, you may recognize the mention of a certain Marine that had to go undercover.  *cough*cough*Adamantium *cough*

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Small-town life fits Adam Maguire like a pair of favorite blue jeans, while Nicolette Fournier finds it as constricting as a straitjacket. But when this good ol’ country boy and rock n roll princess come together, sparks fly hot enough to melt the icing on the delicious cakes in Nic’s bake shop.

As the youngest of six brothers, nothing is more important to Adam than family, and he believes Nic would make a great addition to his. Only Nic is counting the days to when she has fulfilled familial obligations and can return to her life of open roads and adventure, leaving bad childhood memories in her rearview mirror. To make this free spirit his, Adam will have to pull out all of the stops to convince her that the only bed he wants to set his cowboy boots under are hers, and home wouldn’t be complete without her Doc Martens beside them.

Excerpt-

Criminy. No wonder Nic looked as if she’d swallowed a live bull frog when he brought her to The Crescent. And it also made sense as to why she was so gun-shy around people and insisted on being called Nic after hearing the way Angela said her name, as if “Nicolette” was something icky found on the bottom of her shoe. Was this how Nic had been treated all her life? Looked at with scorn just because she marched to the beat of her own drum? It sickened him to know that it was probably the case.

Even so, that didn’t mean he needed to allow that kind of stupidity to continue.

“Nic!” he shouted, pushing his way closer to the staircase that led up to the stage.

She caught his gaze through the gaps between the wide slats of the cage and winked. With a rebel yell, she gestured to the DJ, who then cranked up the volume on the guitar wailing opening of “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Dead Man.

The crowd went wild as Nic launched into a dance routine worthy of the finest burlesque show. She shimmied, she bounced, she jumped up and hung from the top of the cage, kicking her legs into positions Adam had only seen in strip clubs.

Torn between lust and fear for her safety, he watched as she whipped the crowd into a frenzy, moving with acrobatic skill as she climbed down and fell to her knees to twirl across the floor. She was sex incarnate as she temped and teased with a roll of her hips and shoulders. As Adam glanced around, he noticed every man gazed at Nic with passion glittering in their eyes as their girls looked on with envy.

“Holy shit,” exclaimed one of the fellas crowding behind him. “Is that the chick from the bakery?”

“Oh yeah,” his buddy answered. “I didn’t realize she was so hot.”

“Totally. I’d glaze her doughnuts any day.”

“Shake that ass, girl,” they shouted. “Shake that ass.”

Adam rounded on them with a growl. “Shut the fuck up. That’s my girl you’re talking about.”

“Seriously?” The taller of the two slapped him on the back. “You lucky bastard.”

Another whoop from the crowd brought his attention back to the stage, where Nic was now hanging from the outside of the cage, swiveling her body and encouraging people to spray their beers all over as if shooting water from a fire hose. As she tried to dodge the sprays of foam, she wore the biggest grin while she laughed and struck a pose as the song came to a whirlwind finish.

“All right, all right. Let’s hear it for Nicolette,” the DJ shouted over the thunderous applause.

Nic was helped down from the stage by a few admiring cowboys. Ignoring their attempts to keep her attention, she kept her gaze firmly on Adam as she passed a pissed-off Angela. Adam’s ex fumed, with rage in her eyes and her hands clenched by her sides as beer dripped off the end of her nose. Guess that would teach her for trying to get an up close look at what she thought would be a train wreck.

“How was that?” Nic asked while her sweat glistened bosom heaved as she caught her breath.

“That was…ahhh.” He lifted his hat to run his hand through his hair as his brain struggled to form a sentence. The words claim and mine flashed behind his closed eyes like a billboard on Times Square. “Damn, girl. All I can think to say right now is I really want to show you the flatbed of my truck.”

Those wondrous breasts of hers bounced with her laughter. “Then let’s go, cowboy.”

His voice dropped an octave. “Are you sure? Because I wanna give you a real thorough tour.”

The corner of her mouth curled up with a wicked tilt, and she curled her fingers around his belt buckle, brushing the hard length of his erection that was testing the integrity of his jeans. “What are we waiting for?”

Fuck yeah.

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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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Books, Cowboys and Margaritas- Anna Visits San Antonio

On July 22nd, me and 2000 of my fellow writers descended on San Antonio, Texas for the Romance Writers of America National Conference. The focus of the conference is how to succeed in the romance novel writing industry, but of course us authors like to mix a whole lot of fun with our business. My favorite part of conference is reconnecting with writers I only see once or twice a year. Conversation and cocktails flow like water, and you pretty much resign yourself to little or no sleep for the week. I made some new friends, attended fantastic workshops and had a great time. Here are some of the highlights of my trip.

Alyss and I at the book fair.

The book fair featured 500 authors. Lynda Aicher was my book fair neighbor again, and we were joined by one of my “cousins,” Alyssa Alexander.  She’s so sweet.

Amazon hosted a party and featured a photo op with some local fellows. Cowboy Wes and I bonded over a love of comic books. He’s a Green Lantern fan.

Best Novella!

Cameron was so cute. And so young!

Across the street was the Passionate Ink party where I was a double finalist in the Passionate Plume awards. Hero Unmasked won third place in the paranormal category and A Night at The Cavern WON FIRST PLACE for best novella. Cowboy Cameron was there to give me a hug after I received my plume necklace. That’s me behind his flexing biceps. Yes, Thursday was the night for man-candy. :)

 
I got to cheer when my friend and roomie, Danielle Monsch, picked up her certificate for being a finalist in the Daphne’s for Stone Guardian. And yes, she promised the next Entwined Realms book will be out this fall.

Heather likes to hide.

I enjoyed many restaurants along the Riverwalk, including the British pub where karaoke blared unexpectedly, and Saltgrass, home of the Man-gria. That drink was huge! Seriously, everything is bigger in Texas. Shelli Stevens introduced me to the Menger Hotel’s haunted bar, and Jenna Bayley-Burke and I tried to teach Heather Greye how to take a selfie in front of the Alamo. We’re still working on that.

Jennie Lin hosted a gathering and shared her spectacular view. Deanna Chase, Roxie Rivera, Minx Malone, Angie Fox and Viv Arend shared some kick-ass indie publishing knowledge with me, and I discovered Violet Vaughn has a very deviant mind, as well as cute shoes. I also got to chat with Alyssa Day at the chapter leadership luncheon. Don’t be surprised if you see me run for RWA national office in a few years.

Thanks for sharing the view Jennie!

Dani and I with the lovely Karen Rose

At the RITA/Golden Heart awards I cheered on my fellow chapter members Asa Maria Bradley and Anthea Lawson for their nominations, and finished compiling photo for my mini-movie, Peep-Toes and Cocktails. You know how I love shoes.

Yep, the clock says 3am and
 my taxi arrives in 30 minutes. No
sleep for Anna.

There was so much more, but this post is getting long as it is. Find me sometime and I’ll fill you in on the rest. Hopefully at the next conference, you’ll be there having fun with me.

Until next time!
Anna- The Super Diva

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