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#AuthorSpotlight – Hell Yeah Cowboy Collision by @KandiSilvers1 #Western

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Former reality star, housewife Kendall Swanson, has it all. A luxury high-rise condo in Los Angeles, an expensive convertible and her job is personal assistant to television’s hottest producer. What more could a girl want? Certainly not what her boss asked of her. Go back to her small town, and for his next reality TV sensation, find the ultimate single cowboy to host the ranch “makeovers”. Faster than you can say “stuffed turkey” it’s goodbye palm trees, hello Kerrville, AKA Hell, and yes, it’s frozen over. At least on her parent’s front lawn. How bad could the holidays with her family be? Other than the reindeer in the house and Deacon Cutes being back in town.

Deacon Cutes wasn’t expecting Kendall to blow into town in an over-priced car and designer handbag. He should’ve known she’d be back, he was here for the same reason. The only reason anyone returned to the small town was for weddings, funerals and the occasional holiday. One wedding, one after party and he’d be back on the road singing country songs to star crazed fans—make that after thirty days of community service for a minor infraction.

Wait, did the reindeer just talk? Time to lay off the sauce and not the cranberry kind.

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“Who wants carrot cake?” The church organist offered up happily, having been excluded from the proverbial bomb dropped in the living room.

Fritz reared, his body bumping both Sadie and Kendall. The cake went up and Kendall fell back. Deacon reached out to stop her fall but instead with the momentum both went over. The cake landed as the tree crashed to the floor with a scatter of ornaments and tinsel. Garland landed on Kendall’s face. Her soft curves sandwiched between the fallen Christmas tree and Deacon’s body.

He’d be a liar to say he hadn’t pictured himself on top of her. However, no clothes and no audience had also been part of that erotic image. He removed the garland from her and stared down into her eyes. From where he was laying, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize their bodies fit together perfectly. His groin stirred as his chest experienced her breasts coming against him hard with the shallow breaths leaving her lungs.

A flicker of anger crossed her features and she gritted her teeth. “Considering the tree is under me,” she whispered in seething temper. “I highly doubt that is a branch poking into my hip.”

Of all the comments and of all the girls he could have been in the situation with, he couldn’t think of one he’d rather be pressed against. The scent of her became damn near intoxicating and it took every ounce of strength not to kiss her senseless. He leaned in close to her ear and purposely blew warm breath against her skin. “It’s not a branch, baby, but most definitely wood.”

She hissed and struggled to get up slapping him lightly, which induced him to laugh. “I hate you, Deacon!”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.

Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side.

Happy reading!

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#AuthorSpotlight – Hell yeah! Chasing Butterflies by @1JenniferLabell #KindleWorlds #Romance

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Sawyer Maddox hasn’t had an easy life…

She’s the daughter of Kerrville’s biggest drug addicts and she knows what it’s like to be belittled and neglected. She keeps to herself as much as possible and has nobody to count on but her sister, Carley. She’s loved and failed, and with nothing left to lose the two sisters leave the only home they’ve ever known to start fresh someplace new.

They’ve established a good life in Minneapolis for the past eight years. Sawyer finds her passion through her art and tattooing, and her sister finds the love of her life. Her happiness disintegrates when Carley dies in a fire and she’s left utterly alone in the world.

It’s been a long time since she’s been home, but she decides to say goodbye to Minnesota and returns to the Hill Country of Texas. The town is familiar, and she’s determined to bring beauty back to those horrible memories that plague her. She’s not the same woman she once was, and Mad Ink, her very own tattoo shop is how she plans to make those dreams come true. What she doesn’t expect, however, is to run into the dark haired, green eyed, sexy cowboy she left behind.

Jagger Hale is instantly drawn to the brunette beauty sitting at the bar the moment he walks into Hardbodies. She looks eerily similar to the woman he once loved, and the moment he finds out she is indeed the one who got away he has his own agenda in mind—getting Sawyer back. But first he needs to come up with a plan to woo her. Now that he has her in his sights again he doesn’t plan on ever letting her go. All he needs is that second chance…

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“Nice ink you’ve got there.” He gestured towards the half sleeve she had on her right arm and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, I love my art on the body and off of it.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she opened them again. It had been a long day. “Do you have any?”

“Tattoos?” He lifted his eyebrow and smirked. “One, but I’d have to take off some clothing for anyone to see it.”

Damn it! He’s flirting. “Jagger.” Sawyer said as if she was exasperated with him already, but secretly she was really wondering where on that delicious body of his it was located. Not that she’d ever admit that out loud or anything.

“That’s my name. Speaking of, I never did get yours,” he said just as they’d reached her car.

“Uh huh, now if I gave you that the mystery would be over.” Her keys jangled as she grabbed them from her pocket, but Jagger leaned against the driver side door before she could open it. “And, right now I’m still unsure if you’d like what I had to say. Best to play it safe I think.” She took a step forward hoping he’d take the hint and move out of her way but the stubborn stud wasn’t budging.

“I don’t know any man who doesn’t like a challenge sweetheart and I will figure you out. So consider me intrigued.” He smiled and stood straighter. “Now, how much have you had to drink?”

“What?” she asked totally taken off guard by the question. “I am not drunk.” Hell, it had taken her over an hour to finish her first beer, and she hadn’t even finished her second one.

“Let me be the judge of that.” He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers. “I have a feeling we’ve met before I just can’t seem to place it yet, and if that’s the case you know I’m a decent guy. So I think maybe you should pass me your keys and I’ll make it my duty to get you home safely.”

“Absolutely not!” she said and gripped them tighter.

“You need references darlin’? If so, feel free to march back inside and get as many as you need. I know almost everyone inside including the owner,” he said and waited.

Sawyer was in complete shock. In fact, so much so, her mouth was literally hanging open. Of all the nerve…wow. She fidgeted and then narrowed her eyes at him. “There’s no need. I appreciate your concern but I’m perfectly capable of taking myself home.”

He chuckled in response and then crossed his arms. The smooth tan skin and bulging muscles of his forearms distracted her and she muttered another curse under her breath when she looked back up to his face and he winked. Busted!

“Humor me.” He repeated, “Are you always this pigheaded or is all of it reserved just for me tonight?” He held out his hand again. “Come on just consider this some good old southern hospitality. You get home safely and I feel better about it.”

“Fine, it’s not like I’ve been given any other choice.” She handed him her keys and stomped her feet as she made her way to the passenger side. “Stubborn? Huh!” She huffed. “Takes one to know one.”

“It’s all just part of the package.” He teased. Once they were inside and all buckled up he turned towards her. “Now were to.”

Sawyer gulped as she looked into those hypnotizing green eyes of his and knew that she was royally screwed. Because the moment she gave him the address to her folks place he’d know exactly who she was and that might not be a good thing.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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#AuthorSpotlight – Hell Yeah! Taboo Frequency by @GemSivad #KindleWorld #Novella

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When ultimate impulse collides with maximum control…

It’s all about taking charge. Luke Danvers has his future planned to the nth degree—until he steps on an IED in Afghanistan. Bitter, angry, and emotionally adrift, he returns to the States, ready to spend the rest of his life pissed off at the world.

Kiley Endicott has never been a poster child for moderation. Married and widowed young, she’s raising twins on her own. Since impulse has always ruled her life, it’s not easy being a sedate parent under the critically watchful eye of her family.

A Friday night lapse in sanity, leads Kiley to a hook up with Luke Danvers. Even in the cab of a truck, he’s an awesome lover. She wants more. But she’s got to be circumspect, nobody can know.

Luke hasn’t had fun in—forever. But he can’t stop grinning after he meets Kiley Endicott. It’s more than her being a totally uninhibited lover, but God knows he can’t get enough of that either. She makes him laugh.

She says nobody can know. Okay, he’s trained in stealth. He sets up a call system, a taboo frequency, guaranteeing her twenty four hour access in every way. But he’s not just waiting for their secret meets. He’s planning a siege.

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“Maybe we can help each other,” she said looking up at him. He didn’t know what she had in mind but listened to find out.

“I’m a single mom. I don’t have a steady man because I don’t want one hanging around my two kids who are right now with my mom. She doesn’t babysit often and aside from Marcie, I don’t leave them with anyone else. I have a full-time life that includes a job and no time for a relationship. ”

“And?” He squeezed her shoulders, urging her to make an offer he wasn’t going to refuse regardless of what it was.

“And—I have certain biological needs I’d like to satisfy with something other than plastic.” She closed her eyes, her blush denying the intimacies they’d just enjoyed at the same time her hand stroked his thigh, promising more.

“Well as to those biological needs—seems like we can find a way to get them satisfied. When you’ve got the time, I’ll find the place.” He pulled up next to her car and put the truck in park, idling in front of her sister’s house, waiting for Kiley’s answer.

When she remained mute, he decided coaxing was in order.  “You do the calling,” he said, switching on his truck’s overhead light to search in the glove compartment for paper.

“I’d just as soon the whole town not know we’re carrying on,” Kiley murmured, her blush turning her pink cheeks to ruby.

“Carrying on?” After the uninhibited fucking they’d just engaged in, her old-fashioned description made him smile.

His quick rummaging turned up no paper, so before shutting off the overhead light, he held her hand and wrote his number on her palm. “If you change your mind and don’t call, it’s okay. I’ll not bother you. If you do call, I’ve marked your number a TF.”

“TF?”

“That’s military speak for taboo frequency—a contact too important to miss. You call when you’re able to get free and I’ll make sure we get together.”

He let her get half out the door before he added his last addendum to their deal.  “As to the plastic, you might want to bring it along for a ride or two. No sense in letting it feel neglected.” He liked a little variety in the sheets and he figured he’d let her know up front, he wasn’t all vanilla. He had a feeling neither was she.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Hi, I’m Gem Sivad. When I moved to the southern part of an enchanted kingdom and found my Prince Charming, he inspired me to write romance.

Although I have hermit tendencies, occasionally I venture out of the writer’s den to meet readers at book signing events. I hope we someday meet, but in case we miss each other, you can find Gem Sivad at the cyber locations below:

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#AuthorSpotlight – Hell Yeah! Thunderstruck by @AmandaMcIntyre1

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Texas born, Nash Walker hasn’t met a challenge yet that his southern charm, and cowboy diligence couldn’t tackle. From graduating top of his class to creating a world-class team of historical restoration specialists, or the recent purchase of a neglected grand dame plantation deep in Louisiana Bayou country.

But when the tenacious and beautiful, Scottish-born parapsychologist, Dr Somer Ingler crosses his path in the throes of investigating his new home for paranormal activity, she brings a whole host of challenges from her strange ghostly friends to the powerful whirlwind she creates inside of him.

Determined to resolve the plantations mysterious past, they find themselves mirroring the passion of past lovers, caught in a raging storm of desire and deceit, leaving them in the end…thunderstruck!

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He blew out a breath and offered a congenial smile, along with the truth. “I have to confess, Doc, I don’t believe in ghosts and all that mumbo-jumbo.” He crooked his fingers for emphasis. “I mean, yes, I know there are stories. But in my experience, the majority are just stories that you tell around a campfire on Halloween.” He hated to sound like a condescending ass, but he felt she should know where he stood.

“If you’re finished?” She handed him a mini-video camcorder. “Turn on the night-vision button and you should be able to see everything quite clearly in the dark.”

“But I just said…”

She tucked a small transistor-looking device in her pocket and held a miniature walkie-talkie in her hand. She jabbed a small flashlight in her mouth as she zipped up her hoodie.

Nash thought his heart might stop altogether at the sight of her perfect pink lips enclosed over the end of the flashlight.

He blinked as she jerked the flashlight out of her mouth and pointed it at him. “Mr. Walker, please understand. Your inability—your refusal, even—to believe in the existence of the paranormal has no bearing whatsoever on whether it exists or not. They don’t need your permission.” She shook the light at him. “In my world, in my experiences, paranormal activity certainly does exist.” She strode to the door and opened it. “Now, shall we go? All I ask is that you follow me and keep the camera running. Do you think you can manage that?”

Nash chuckled. Glasses and bossy. Could this get any better? He sure as hell hoped it would. He trotted down the steps after her, quietly humming the tune of the movie that brought ghost hunting back to life, so to speak. He was about to sing the chorus when she stopped suddenly and spun to face him. He lifted the camera, avoiding disaster as his body slammed into hers.

She pressed up on her toes, pushing her face into his. “One more wise-crack, Mr. Walker, and I may have to use my magic to put a spell on your dick.”

“Sorry.” He smiled. Little did she know she already had.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Amanda McIntyre’s passion is telling character-driven stories with a penchant for placing ordinary people placed in extraordinary situations.

A bestselling author, her work is published internationally in print, E-book, and audio. She writes sizzling contemporary and erotic historical romance and believes no matter what, love will find a way.

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#AuthorSpotlight – Audacious by @authorbethw #Contemporary #Romance

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Veronica “Ronnie” Graham had always been called Audacious. She spent her teenage years out of control and at the age of twenty-six, is a single mother and struggles to find a better life for her son. She lives day to day and dreams of a future where she can stop being afraid of failing.

Jack Reilly shed his former life, and the responsibilities of his parents’ fortune, to hide out in small town Texas. He’s not expecting to tangle with a fiery redhead but once he does, he can’t stay away.

Two lost souls find an unlikely connection and the promise of more than a life alone. Together they have to let go of who they were, and embrace who they could be.

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Jack went to the pantry area in the back of the kitchen and pulled a towel from the plastic wrapped bundle. It was plain white but it worked for his purposes, which was to clean up the house. He was glad to have one on hand to help the redhead who was quickly overtaking his thoughts.

She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with an intense stare. “Why?”

He glanced at the towel. “I bought one of those bulk packs. Figured I’d need—”

“No, not the towels. Why me?” She crossed her arms and waited. It seemed that this woman had more armor than an armadillo. A nearly impossible nut to crack.

“I like you. You don’t have any falseness about you. I find I need people who are who they say they are.” There was more to it than that, but that was the primary reason he’d been drawn to her.

“How do you know I’m not shining you on?”

“My gut tells me. I trust it.” He stepped toward her with the towel in one hand. When he reached the doorway, he leaned against the casing and looked down toward her freckled countenance. “Besides, you do laundry like a goddess.”

She smacked his shoulder. “Flatterer.”

“Is it working?” He kissed her, just a brush of the lips, then lapped at the seam of her mouth until she opened it.

Light surged through him as he kissed her, their tongues dancing and tangling. His body tightened and eagerly awaited more.

She broke the kiss and moved back a step, her lips glistening and swollen. “Good night, Jackson.”

“Will you come by later?”

“No, I’m not ready for later.” She kissed him once more, fast and hard, pressing her breasts into his chest.

He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

With that, she turned and left him standing there with an aching staff, wishing she was ready for later. Ronnie was like a drug he was fast becoming addicted to.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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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 semi-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. 😉

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#AuthorSpotlight – The Pink Rose of the Prairie by @GingerRings

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Rose McAlister was always the perfect daughter and student, but it was never enough for her high society family. Tired of the big city spotlight, Rose accepts a teaching job at the most remote location hiring – in the middle of the prairie in South Dakota. This was her chance for adventure, her opportunity to shine as an educator, and her shot at forgetting the ex-boyfriend who left her heart torn to pieces and her bank account in shambles. In South Dakota, Rose vows she’ll find someone to love and trust.
Seth Peterson is a wanderer. Not surprising since he didn’t know where he was going or where he came from. When a beautiful, flower-tattooed woman enters his life claiming to be from the future, he doesn’t know which is crazier: her, or the fact that he is falling in love and wanting to put down roots. Before he can decide if it’s best to follow his aimless path or to obey his heart, women are being stabbed to death in town and it looks like Rose might be next on the killer’s list. Can this new love survive not only the slash of steel, but also the test of time?

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“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Nope.” The guy sure stayed in character well. That’s for sure. Her teeth rattled with the bounce of the trot.

“Stop.” Rose screamed and the horse halted.

“What’s wrong?”

“You may be used to riding around on a horse but my legs are about rubbed raw and all this bouncing is going to shake a tooth loose.” She hated to complain but the stress of not knowing where she was, and Peterson’s insistence that he lived in the 1800’s was starting to get on her nerves. “Plus you’re freaking me out with this old west stuff. How far are we from Harvest?”

He pointed in the distance. “You can just see the edge of town.” Peterson clicked his mouth and Kadoka started toward town.

Relief and despair hit at the same time. She was glad to see Harvest but hated to admit her time with Seth Peterson, if that was his real name, was ending soon. Rose circled her arms around his waist and held on tight. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and her heart skipped a beat. With her luck, some member of the school board would probably be the first person they ran into. That’s all she needed.

A gasp escaped her lips as the town got larger with every step of the horse’s hooves. It was like a movie set. Everyone was dressed in old fashion attire just like him. There were horses and wagons and no signs of the twenty first century anywhere. This couldn’t be Harvest. Even with the heat, she was chilled.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone.” His reassurance both frightened and comforted her.

“Why is everyone starring at us?” Her arms hugged him tighter.

“Because you’re half naked.” His husky laugh made her tingle.

“What? I am not.” Feminine giggling caught her attention and she looked up at a group of colorful ladies lounging on a deck above. “But those ladies have less on than I do.”

“That’s a whorehouse.” He released her hands from around his waist as they stopped in front of a light green building. The overhead sign proclaimed it Brink’s Dry Goods and General Store. “Let me do the talking. I don’t want anyone thinking you’re crazy. I’ll see if anyone has found your horse.” His voice low so only she could hear.

“I told you I don’t have a horse, I’m looking for my car,” she whispered back.

“That’s exactly what I mean. You start flapping your mouth about cars and a cell with a phone, whatever the hell that is, not to mention claiming Hickok being dead.” He flung his leg across the horse’s neck and jumped down. “They’ll be wanting to lock you up for the night.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Ginger Ring is an eclectic, hat-loving Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love anFacebookd adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.

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#AuthorSpotlight – Sensing Love by @TamaraHoffa

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He finally found his soul mate, only to see her violently murdered. All in a dream. Sometimes it’s hell to be a psychic. Mataus Montoya has a mission. Find the woman of his dreams, and change her destiny.

Cara “Mo” Konklin runs Mighty Mo’s, a program for underprivileged children, on her ranch in Prairieville, Louisiana. The former soldier has no time for love and no belief in psychic mumbo jumbo, but when fate throws an abused child in her path, literally. And the crazy psychic’s predictions all come true, including the one that he is the other half of her soul. What is a sensible soldier to do?

Together, Mo and Mataus must protect the child in her care and fight the unknown evil that stalks her in the darkness. Mataus sensed his love, but will his gift be enough to save her or will fortune steal their happily ever after?

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The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains and fell on the beauty that lay beside Mataus.

Bathed in the light she glistened like an angel, her blonde tresses a golden halo surrounding alabaster skin, so soft and smooth it begged for his touch. Pale blonde lashes caressed her cheeks in sleep and her plump pink lips were slightly parted. Mataus leaned down to brush his lips to hers, but before he could taste the sweetness of her mouth he found himself standing in the dark. He was in the country. The smell of hay and horses permeated the air. No moon lit the sky, only a sprinkling of stars. In the faint light he could make out the shape of a barn and a house in the distance, fenced pastures and a gravel drive.

Mataus walked along the gravel road toward the house. A sense of foreboding clawed at his aura. As he grew closer, the outline of a large truck parked in the driveway came into view. A shadow crept around the vehicle.

Evil, a hatred so pure it almost brought him to his knees shot to his mind. An explosion. Flames. A maniacal laugh.

Mataus woke with a start. Sweat drenched his body. For three nights now he had dreamed of the angel in his bed, but this was the first time he had sensed danger surrounding her. Fuck! He threw the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed, swiping his hands down his face.

He needed a shower to think. Heaving himself off the bed he staggered to the bathroom and turned the spray on as hot as he could stand it. As the pounding water eased his taut muscles flashes of his dream ran through his head. He closed his eyes and the woman appeared in front of him, so vibrant and real, he wanted to reach out and touch her. In his heart, he knew she was the key. The missing essence that would blend with his aura and complete his soul.

Switching off the water, Mataus scrubbed a towel over his skin and walked to the sink. Naked, he ran the electric razor over his face, brushing his teeth at the same time. A heavy swipe of deodorant, to combat the New Orleans heat, then a splash of cologne and he was set for the day.

Sauntering into the bedroom he threw on a pair of well-worn jeans and a T-shirt that said, You’re never too old to have invisible friends. Barefoot, he headed for the kitchen and some chicory coffee and a beignet.

As soon as Mataus had a little caffeine in his system he knew what he needed to do. He had to call his cousin Harley.

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My best friend calls me “her Fairy Godmother,” but I feel more like Cinderella. After over twenty-five years of living a typical life, I now live my dreams and I create them too.

Nothing is better than creating a brand new world from a blank piece of paper. Breathing life into characters and watching their stories unfold—I am truly blessed.

I live in on eight acres in middle Tennessee with my husband, my dad, one of my three children, two dogs and three cats. I am privileged to have two precious grandsons.

When I’m not on my computer or reading my kindle, you’ll usually find me in the kitchen. I love to cook! If I’m not there, I’m on the fields, watching my grandsons’ soccer or baseball games.

It’s never too late to chase your dreams. I’m proof you can catch them, even if arthritis slows you down. Who knows, your own Fairy Godmother may be just a dream away.

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#AuthorSpotlight – Letting Go by @RLCarver #Western #Romance

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Love grew from the flames.

Brooke Winslow fought the demons alone, until a cowboy changed everything…

Brooke Winslow had the life she wanted until a car accident changed everything. People called her “lucky” because she survived, but luck was the last thing she felt when other lives were lost. Guilt plagued her and she hit rock bottom, not wanting to live, no longer wanting to face the images of that fateful night. Who would ever understand? Who would ever accept her secrets?

Tuff McCoy wasn’t a stranger to tragedy. He gained guardianship of his siblings after their parents passed away. He quit the rodeo and moved to Kerrville, Texas to work on Tebow Ranch with his distant cousins, the McCoy brothers, to provide a stable family life. Things started to come together, his brother and sister were smiling again, until the house they live in fell into the hands of a different owner. Will they have to move? How will he put his family through change again?

However, the new landlady wasn’t so bad…

In fact, if she’d just open up things might get pretty hot down on the farm. But Tuff is learning, letting go is a lot to ask.

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So this was what Tuff McCoy looked like up close. Darn, she wished she could find fault in the tiny expression lines around his eyes, or the thick ungroomed brows, or the laugh lines that surrounded his lips—nice, plump lips that were now parted in a killer smile. Neither said anything, until finally… “Sorry, ma’am. Hope I didn’t startle you too much.” The gritty Texas twang made secret parts of her come alive like dancing fireflies. What the hell was wrong with her? Hoping that her voice would work and truly wishing she could inconspicuously pop a Tic Tac, she finally said, “No…I-I was just, well, thinking.” It wasn’t the best answer, and the cracking in her voice sucked, but at least she managed to get her tongue to form words and her brain to function. Oh hells bells. He was going to think she was a freak. She sighed. He’d find out soon enough that it was the truth. Being socially awkward and a recluse didn’t make her stand out for all the right reasons. This was either the change she needed, or she was bound to go up in smoke like a nuclear bomb.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Rhonda Lee Carver is a published book writer with a collection of print and eBooks under her wing. She is also a freelance editor. Her first book was published with Wild Rose Press in 2010. She writes everything from contemporary to steamy to paranormal to suspense…you name it, she’s written it. Her specialty is writing men who love to get their hands dirty—hardworking, blue collar, heroes in everyday life. When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you’ll find her with her children and husband watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places (with Bora Bora on her bucket list), doing (or trying) yoga, saving cats and dogs, and finding new ways to keep life interesting. Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where fantasy comes to life. Her motto: “Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time.“

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#AuthorSpotlight – Don’t Mess With The Bull by @SiddaLeeRain #Western #Romance

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Hell Yeah!: Don’t Mess With the Bull

Sasha, once known as Sissy in her former life at The Shady Lady brothel. She wasn’t only looking for a new name, but a new life.

Friends Isaac and Avery McCoy not only helped her get an apartment but also a job—one she needed desperately to take care of herself…and her child.
Bull locked eyes on her the moment he walked into Hardbodies. Wanting her instantly. The curvy little blonde not only had a body that had him craving sin, but her spitfire attitude ‘bout did him in.
There’s something about Sasha besides his body’s reaction to her. A bit of mystery, a story there, a secret…and he intends to know everything there is to know about the sassy pale skinned beauty.

If only Bull can convince her to let him in…besides her bed.

He’s former military, a patch holder in a motorcycle club for chrissake, certainly he can handle a little thing like her. Right?

‘Don’t Mess With the Bull’ is a crossover story from
The IGNITION INFANTRY MC Heir Saga
by Billy Storm (Sidda Lee Rain).

In the Ignition Infantry…
Love comes FAST!
Love comes HARD!
Love come KINKY!
And, so do these bikers.

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EXCERPT

“Isaac is with the beer distributor but I’d be happy to get you a drink.” Looking up at her. “Wouldja now?” Maybe I sink a little deeper into my Texas drawl but women tended to mop it up like sausage gravy to a biscuit. Her blush was adorable. “Well, yeah it’s kinda my job.” she retorted with cloying sweetness. I chuckle. “I suppose it is.” She leans forward resting her elbows on the high table where I sit. “What’s your poison?” My eyes take in the deep line of her cleavage that was practically being served to me on a tray. Snapping her fingers in my face. “Those aren’t being served on or off the rocks.” “Shame.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Social media whore, beard aficionado, pickle lover, hair dye junkie, and all around pleasant yet distasteful kinda broad…oh, and she’s totally BATMAN.

Known for her rebel attitude
International Bestselling Author Sidda Lee Rain/Billy Storm
makes it clear she’s here to stay and write the way she wants.

Far from perfect characters…
Far from perfect love stories…
But in the end? Love is found oh so perfectly.

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#AuthorSpotlight – Love Found a Way by @huntersable and Ryan O’Leary

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At six-foot-six and two hundred-fifty pounds, T-Rex Beaumont covers the ground he walks on and men step aside when he passes by. Raised in an abusive family, T is convinced he’s inherited his father’s dangerous temper. He’s resigned himself to being alone, so afraid he’ll hurt someone he loves…until his world is turned upside down by a woman who won’t take no for an answer.
Glory Bee Hudson has her own set of issues. She’s a wanderer, a modern-day Gypsy who has made a habit of trying to outrun the things that threaten to conquer her. Childhood leukemia. An uncaring family. A heart that isn’t nearly as strong as her spirit. But no matter how hard she tries, Glory can’t escape her uncertain future.
When these two meet, sparks fly. T sees a temptation he must resist and Glory sees a man who doesn’t know his own appeal. Determined to convince him he’s worthy of love, she pursues T with unrelenting fervor. After being hit by Hurricane Glory, he succumbs, unable to resist her beauty, sweet sexiness, and joy of life. Both agree their liaison is temporary. Neither see love and a future in their stars.
But fate has another idea. The impossible occurs. Love finds a way to give them exactly what they need – each other.

*Content Warning–this book contains adult language and sexual situations. It’s intended for audiences 18+ ONLY*

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There was something comforting about a woman in his kitchen, and he couldn’t deny he loved to watch her move. She was a sexy little thing. But when he turned his back to her…he nearly jumped out of his skin when she popped him on the butt with a spatula.

“Hey!” Whirling around, he was surprised to see her grinning at him, armed with a plastic egg turner. “What did you do that for?”

“I think you need to loosen up a little.” She danced around, reached behind him and popped him on the butt again.

“Oh, you want to play?” He grabbed a dishcloth and wound it up, letting it go, and grinning when she yelped as the end of it whipped against her breast. “Paybacks aren’t so fun, are they?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “They can be.” She took her spatula and ran the end of it up his fly, skating over the full length of his cock, then pulled it back and slapped playfully at his crotch.

“Oh, you want to play rough?” He wound up his dishcloth and popped her again, this time right over her mound.

“Yea, I want to play rough.” She sidled up to him and gave his erection a little squeeze. “If you think you can handle it.”

This side of Glory was such a surprise. He’d known she was playful, but this was as erotic as hell. “Oh, I can handle you, no doubt about it.”

“I’m not sure you can.” She threw her spatula in the sink. “I’m a bad girl. I need a spanking.” Ever since they’d teased about a spanking the other day, it was all she could think about. “And you know what?”

Her chest was heaving with excitement and T watched her, completely mesmerized. “Go on.”

She ran her hands beneath her hair, raising it off her neck. The movement pushed her breasts out toward him, the cleavage he could see through the undone top buttons of her blouse teased his eyes. “More than a spanking I need some good loving. Can you give me what I need? Can you deliver, T?”

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

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Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.

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Rarely will you find Ryan O’Leary in a state of rest; if he’s not on the ice or kicking around a soccer ball, he’s plotting his next story or out on the town with friends. His fun and flirty nature makes it possible for him to write the kind of romance that makes the reader both smile and tingle.

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