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Showing posts with label sexy western. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy western. Show all posts
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Friday Fun! Meet Paige Tyler and her BUCKLE BUNNIES Series!
Thanks so much for letting me guest blog, Jennifer!
What's better than a hot cowboy? Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you'll get in RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!
A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!
The rodeo is a nod to one of my aunts. She was crazy about the rodeo (only she pronounced it row-day-o, like in Rodeo Drive) and couldn't get enough of her cowboys! My books might be a little too risque for her, though. She was very old-fashioned and read the kind of romances where the man and woman held a hanky between their hands when they touched. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea! All the skin-on-skin contact in my books would have scandalized her!
Okay, back to the series! It'll be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way! Hope you'll check them out!
Happy Reading!
A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!
The rodeo is a nod to one of my aunts. She was crazy about the rodeo (only she pronounced it row-day-o, like in Rodeo Drive) and couldn't get enough of her cowboys! My books might be a little too risque for her, though. She was very old-fashioned and read the kind of romances where the man and woman held a hanky between their hands when they touched. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea! All the skin-on-skin contact in my books would have scandalized her!
Okay, back to the series! It'll be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way! Hope you'll check them out!
Happy Reading!
This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!
Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
Excerpt:
Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.
“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.
Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.
Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.
Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.
Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.
She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.
“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”
Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.
His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.
She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.
Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.
She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.
Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.
The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.
Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?
The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”
A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”
The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.
“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”
Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”
Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.
“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.
Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”
Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”
The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.
The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.
As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.
Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.
She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”
Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.
Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.
“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.
The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.
She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.
“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”
Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.
“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”
“Huh.”
She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.
She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.
“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”
He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?
“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”
She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”
Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”
Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.
She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.
So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”
The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.
They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.
Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.
She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”
“Rule?”
He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”
It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.
“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”
“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”
Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.
She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.
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Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
Excerpt:
Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.
“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.
Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.
Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.
Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.
Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.
She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.
“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”
Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.
His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.
She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.
Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.
She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.
Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.
The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.
Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?
The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”
A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”
The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.
“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”
Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”
Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.
“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.
Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”
Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”
The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.
The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.
As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.
Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.
She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”
Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.
Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.
“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.
The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.
She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.
“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”
Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.
“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”
“Huh.”
She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.
She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.
“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”
He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?
“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”
She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”
Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”
Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.
She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.
So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”
The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.
They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.
Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.
She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”
“Rule?”
He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”
It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.
“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”
“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”
Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.
She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.
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Paige
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012
New Release Wed. = Meet Sandra Dailey + Give*away!
Please help me welcome the talented SANDRA DAILEY to the blog! She brought a great new contemporary for you! Sandra will pick 1 lucky winner of a PDF (e-copy) of THE CHIEF'S PROPOSAL!
Thanks for being here today, Sandra :)
Where is your favorite place to write?
I have an enclosed porch on the front of my house with a lot of windows. I’ve made a little office at the end. I can look out on the beautiful North Florida scenery while I work.
What is the most difficult for you to write: Characters, conflict, emotions?
Emotion is the hardest part for me. I grew up with military parents. We learned to soldier on without showing much reaction. I know, weird for a romance writer, right?
Do you have critique partners?
No. In my area, the closest book store is thirty miles away, the local library is closed most of the time, and the nearest RWA is over sixty miles away. No writing groups, no book clubs, and no interest. My mom helps with the mechanics, my husband with the technical stuff, and my sister with the plotting problems. It’s a family affair.
What music are you listening to lately?
I love all kinds of music. For inspiration, I like country or jazz best. For fun, I like reggae or classic rock.
Favorite romance Movie?
If I have to name only one, I’d say ‘The Wedding Date’.
What is your favorite time of year?
Summer time! I love the heat. The less clothes the better. I recently noticed that all my stories take place in the summer time. A habit I need to break.
Tropical or European vacation?
Need you ask? The Caribbean or South Pacific Islands would be great.
The
blurb:
Ginny
Dearing has finally realized her goal of teaching, but finding a position is
proving impossible. After exhausting all possibilities, an Internet ad is her
only hope. In a small town hundreds of miles away there is a job with one huge
string attached...a husband.
Burned by love once, Brett Silverfeather finds his bachelor
life more than satisfying. He’s facing re-election for sheriff, but this time
the voters are looking for a family man. Brett finds himself pursuing a
marriage he doesn’t want.
Ginny and Brett are opposite in every way, but opposites do
attract. Can Brett protect his heart as well as he does his town? Can Ginny
hide a secret past that could possibly destroy her future?
An
excerpt:
When
she opened the door, she caught her breath in a gasp. Brett stood in the center
of the room. The only things he was wearing were his arm sling and a pair of
black boxer briefs. The tight, stretchy garment dipped low in the front due to
the nice way he filled them out. She honestly tried to look him in the eye, but
on her way up, her attention was caught by the expanse of dark smooth skin over
washboard abs and a wide strong chest. The man was Playgirl centerfold ready.
Brett
cleared his throat. “A little help here, please? I can’t get my britches on
one-handed.”
Ginny
was confused until she saw the uniform pants in his right hand. He needed help
dressing and she couldn’t think of who to call. Suddenly it hit her. She was
his wife. He expected her to help. Would this fall into the category of for
better, or for worse? And what was he doing with his uniform anyway? He’d left
the hospital less than twelve hours ago.
“Why
are you out of bed?”
“I
got lonely,” Brett smirked. “Are you volunteering to keep me company in there?
I’d be glad to crawl back in, in exchange for some serious body heat. Who knows,”
he winked, “it could be mutually satisfying.”
A
wave of heat overtook her entire body as her imagination kicked into overdrive.
What was wrong with her? She’d never had erotic fantasies until she got to
Three Trees. Perhaps it was caused by something in the water. She should have
it bottled and sell it to make a fortune.
“You
know I have to go to the school today,” she croaked. Embarrassed, she cleared
her throat. “It’s my last chance to check out my classroom before the kids
arrive tomorrow.”
Brett
took a step closer. “Hmmm, I didn’t hear a no in there anywhere.”
“You
were just shot three days ago.” Ginny looked as panicked as the only girl bunny
in a full hutch. “I thought you’d still be heavily medicated and resting for a
while.”
“I’m
not taking those pain pills,” Brett stated matter-of-factly, “I need to be
alert. The county doesn’t pay me to lie on my back. Instead, I plan to sit on
my butt at my desk.”
“Well
then, you can just go to work naked.”
Brett
glowered at her. “I don’t have to. Lisa is picking me up this morning. If you
won’t help me get dressed, she will.”
“Like
hell.” Ginny jerked the pants out of his hand.
Brett
grinned. “Careful, Dove. That almost sounded like jealousy.”
“Shut
up.”
She
knelt in front of him and held his pants open as he gripped her shoulder with
one hand and stepped into them. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes
were squeezed shut. She was leaned back at a dangerous angle.
“You
have seen men before, haven’t you?”
“Of
course,” Ginny said.
“Then
you know there isn’t anything down there that bites.”
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Friday Fun: Meet Author Emma Lai!
It's my pleasure to welcome the fabulous EMMA LAI! She's brought her hot new release, RIDING RODEO. *Yummy cover, Emma*
You can find out all about Emma and her work at http://emmalaiwrites.wordpress.com/ including Buy Links to all her delicious stories :)
Emma is giving away a copy of her book to one lucky commentator, so get typing, ladies! LOL You know you want to read about these hot cowboys.
Hi, Emma! Thanks for being here today.
Was your road to publication a
delightful stroll in the park or a tiring jog over hot coals?
Anyone who’s heard my story probably
hates me. I wrote a short in two days, submitted it, heard back in three weeks
requesting increased length, sent revisions in, got a contract.
However, I’ve had my ups and downs. I’ve
been asked to cut a scene I was highly attached to. I’ve had my first
full-length rejected (really, a rewrite and resubmit--but it’s a painful
rewrite, though thankfully not like the scene that ended up on the editing
floor.) I’ve received reviews that made me cringe. I’ve met rude writers,
though thankfully not editors. I’ve ranted and raved and pulled out my hair,
but in the end I return to my keyboard.
As long as I have readers, I will write.
What music are you listening to lately?
I listen to a wide array of music. As I
type this, I’m listening to old country: “When You Say Nothing At All” by Keith
Whitley; “Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On” by Mel McDaniel; “Convoy” by C.W.
McCall; “Crazy” by Patsy Cline; “Daddy’s Hands” by Holly Dunn...among many
others. Feel good songs that remind me of carefree childhood days and crazy
teen years on a cool Houston day.
The country song I best associate with Riding
Rodeo would of course be “Ride a Horse (Save a Cowboy)” by Big & Rich.
Though if anyone is a fan of The Sing Off on NBC, Darmouth Aires
did an awesome a cappella rendition that was loads of fun.
Tell us about your real life romance.
I have been married to my amazing
husband going on seven years, with no itch in sight. We started off as
coworkers twelve years ago and became fast friends because we have similar
senses of humor. When we went through our respective nasty divorces to our
college sweethearts, we helped each other deal with the anger and depression
and all the other negative emotions associated with the process. (Yes, it is
true, friends get divided by divorcing couples.)
The general advice you receive when
going through a divorce is not to date for at least two years, but when you
find that person who can see you at your worst, support you through it--even
make you laugh through it--you don’t let them go.
We’ve moved halfway across the country,
had jobs we hated, lived in places we despised, but none of it mattered because
we were together making each other laugh. We’ve had other challenges--financial
difficulties and the birth of a child--that tested the strength of any
relationship. (Yes, a child is a blessing, but it also puts stress on
relationships in never before tested ways.) Now, here we are on the
upswing--companies are doing better and the boy-child is a precocious two--and
we’re stronger than ever.
Everything we’ve gone through together
only makes us appreciate each other more. He’s my best friend.
What was the best advice you were given
leading you to getting published?
If you don’t submit, you don’t get published.
So, submit, submit, submit!
If you could switch places with one of your characters would you?
Every time I write, get into the head of
one of my characters, I am essentially switching places with them. But while I
enjoy the mini-vacation from my life, I would never trade fantasy for my
reality.
Tell us a little about your WIP.
Riding
Rodeo is my latest release. It’s part of the Cowboy Kink series from The
Wild Rose Press. This, of course, means it’s HOT, HOT, HOT!
Blurb:
The
last person Amanda Goodson expected to walk into her bakery was Sean Cassidy,
the bareback bronc rider who rode her hard one night and left without a
good-bye the next day. Since then, she'd sworn off one-night stands and
cowboys, but one look at the man she called Rodeo leaves her hankering for
another ride.
A nasty injury ended Sean's career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate past sins, especially the most damning one...walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn't forget. Eager to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds Amanda--and learns he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her darkest fantasy--taking two cowboys for a ride.
When the dust settles, will Sean's plan to win Amanda's trust backfire or will she risk her heart for one more shot at Riding Rodeo?
A nasty injury ended Sean's career and left him with nothing but time to contemplate past sins, especially the most damning one...walking out on Amanda, the one woman he couldn't forget. Eager to right the biggest mistake of his life, he finds Amanda--and learns he has competition. Never one to back down from a challenge, he offers to fulfill her darkest fantasy--taking two cowboys for a ride.
When the dust settles, will Sean's plan to win Amanda's trust backfire or will she risk her heart for one more shot at Riding Rodeo?
What is your favorite time of year?
I have two favorite times of year. Both are when the weather
in Houston is in the 60s or low 70s and the sky is clear and beautiful--though
a few gray days are fine as well. It’s perfect weather to be outside without
being too hot or too cold.
Tropical or European vacation?
Both? I love to travel. I’ve been to Costa Rica in November
and Austria in May. The tropics are lovely when the weather at home is cold and
Europe is beautiful when spring is in the air. Hubby and I both dream of
traveling the world in a couple of years, once the boy-child gets old enough to
yell, “Stranger! Danger!” (Though, he’s actually not one to wander beyond our
sight, or even outside of 10 feet from us.)
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