Thursday, January 15, 2015

Guest: Parker Kincade

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Welcome to the Ranch!

Cowboy Redeemed – Book 3

Unlike his brothers, Clayton Mathis isn’t looking for the woman of his dreams. He works hard, plays harder, and enjoys every minute of it. And with his family preparing to expand Shadow Maverick Ranch, settling down is the last thing on his mind—until a sexy blonde makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

Of all the men in the bar, Ainsley Russell has to go and proposition the one man who will cause her nothing but trouble. The Mathis family has been persistent in their bid to buy her property. Inheriting her uncle’s ranch has given her the first home she’s ever known … along with a mountain of debt that threatens to take it all away. 

After learning Clay’s identity, Ainsley can’t run fast enough. Or far enough … since the gorgeous cowboy shows up on her doorstep the next morning, looking to pick up where they left off the night before…

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“So, how about it?” He stuck his hand out. “Have we got a deal?”
Ainsley studied his tanned face. The sharp angle of his jaw, the curve of his nose, eyes dark as coffee. He stared at her with a mixture of interest and amusement. There was no indication he was anything but sincere.
No sense fighting the inevitable. She’d started them down this path when she’d tried to pick him up last night. They were adults. And she wanted him.
“I planned to make spaghetti tonight.”
“My favorite.”
“None of that store-bought crap. I make my own sauce from ingredients out of my garden.”
“Even better.” He twitched his hand. “You gonna leave me hanging?”
Her sex clenched. Oh no, she wouldn’t leave him hanging. Not now, not later. She placed her hand in his and gave it a shake. “You’ve got a deal, but this is the last time you pull a stunt like this. If I need something fixed, I’ll take care of it. This ranch, this house—both are my responsibility. Got it?”
Even as she scolded him, a strange sense of satisfaction settled in her chest. She would take care of him tonight, in more ways than one. Her hands would create something to sustain him, while later, those same hands would give him relief—a massage for his strained muscles—and release—while she stroked him.
Ainsley wasn’t a girly-girl, but the innately feminine part of her purred at the knowledge she’d know him intimately before the day was through.
Clay jerked her against him, brows lifted. “What’re you thinking about, Ains? ’Cause I gotta tell you, the sexy expression on your face has me intrigued.”
The way he shortened her name made her heart flutter. She curled her arms around his neck and went up on her toes. “I’m thinking I’ve got a half-naked, sweaty cowboy all to my little ole self.”
The arrogant, panty-melting smirk made a reappearance. “That right? What’re you gonna do about it?”
Ainsley didn’t wait for him to take the lead. She dove in, lips first, and took the kiss she craved.
Clay didn’t disappoint. She half expected him to wrestle her for control. He didn’t. Instead, he kept his hold on her firm, but not pushy. His mouth opened at her insistence, and he seemed content to let her explore—his teeth, his tongue, his lips—to her heart’s content.
And explore she did. Not only with her mouth. She speared her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and massaged his scalp with her fingertips. She traced the curve of his ear, tugging slightly when she reached the lobe. His broad shoulders were slick and hard. The light smattering of dark chest hair tickled her palms as she moved over the curves of his pecs. She took her time, learned what he liked by the rumble in his chest.
 When she swiped a thumb over the flat disc of his nipple, his breath hitched. He stilled her roaming hands, nipped her bottom lip, and pulled away.
“Unless you’re prepared for me to fuck you right here in the dirt, your clever little hands better take a rest.”
She blinked. “What if I said I wanted you to fuck me right here in the dirt?”
He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “I’d say you’re an evil woman. I’d say give me the word and I’ll have you on your hands and knees. I’ll yank your shorts down and shove my dick so far inside you, you’ll feel me for a week. And I won’t give a shit if anyone sees us.”
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White Collar Cowboy – Book 1
Gavin Mathis is ready to settle down. He’s quit his job and come home to Shadow Maverick Ranch to do just that. Too bad his decision caused his beautiful former colleague to lose her job.

Lauren Delgado is a no-nonsense businesswoman. She’s had a crush on Gavin for years, but has a strict “hands-off” policy with the men she works with. When her life takes an unexpected turn, there’s nothing to stop her from accepting his invitation to Galveston Island, where the policy is definitely hands-on.

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Borrowed Cowboy – Book 2
His past never looked so good…

Paxton Mathis is committed to bachelorhood. One failed marriage was more than enough to remind him of the dangers of getting too close. He has his work on the ranch; he has his family. He has everything he needs.

Event planner Reese Jameson accepted the job at Shadow Maverick Ranch for one reason: to face her biggest regret. Paxton Mathis was her first love, her first everything. And ten years ago, after a night of unbridled passion, it all came crashing down.

The moment they see each other again, it’s clear the years haven’t doused the heat between them. On the contrary, their flames burn hotter than ever. Despite Paxton’s attempts to keep things casual, old feelings emerge alongside a fierce hunger to keep Reese in his life forever. Reese willingly accepts Paxton’s need to keep things casual, but she’s worried her heart won’t get the message.

When Paxton is forced to face his fears, will history repeat itself, or will he take a chance on a whole new future?

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Gavin has waited long enough to make Lauren his. He is counting the days until he will stand before his family and friends and pledge his life to hers. For better or worse. Forever.

Lauren is more than ready to say her vows, but with the construction of their new home far behind deadline, she knows there’s only one thing she can do … cancel the honeymoon so she and Gavin can supervise the completion themselves.

Gavin knows arguing with Lauren will get him nowhere. But missed deadlines aren’t worth missing a pleasure-filled week alone with his bride-to-be.

It’s time to take matters into his own hands…

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About the Author:

National Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and erotic western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

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PRESSURE RISING (Book 2, Rhinestone Cowgirls) January 7, 2015

All hell broke loose inside of her as he rolled the tip of his tongue along the inside of her mouth. His fingers threaded through her damp hair, tangling in the mass, lifting her head at a perfect angle so he could reach deeper.
He tasted good. He felt even better. The scent of his soap and the clean fragrance of rain mingled underneath her nose, making her nipples tight.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer, pressing her breasts against his hard chest.
His teeth nibbled at one corner of her mouth, scraping gently along the curve of her bottom lip. A vision of him nibbling her pussy lips made her scorch with heat as a strong desire to be one with him washed through her. Her core ached for fiery release.
All trepidation faded from her.
His kiss slowed and he pulled back. She whimpered in disappointment and opened her eyes. His gaze was filled with longing and she wanted him right then and there, not caring that earlier that week she could have wrung his neck.
“Darlin’, I don’t think one kiss will be enough.”
A hot shiver raced across her flesh. “No?”
“Uh-uh.” His eyes turned a shade darker and he sucked in a deep breath.
“Where are we headed here, DJ?”
“I have plans to lick every part of your delectable body. Is that a problem?”
She couldn’t have turned him down if her life depended on it. She unfastened the top button of his shirt, then another. “I like that idea.”
He smoothed his hands along her bare leg to the top of one cowgirl boot and pulled it off her foot. He gave it a toss and it landed with a thump to the floor. Then he removed the other. “You’re making me crazy, woman.”
Undoing the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered at the sight of his bare chest and flat stomach.  “God, I’ve never seen a better body.”
He chuckled and it vibrated his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more flattered.” His eyes twinkled.
She tugged his shirttail from his jeans and helped him slip the material from his shoulders. He had nice, large shoulders that could carry a lot of weight. “Is there any part of you that isn’t toned?”
“Well, you haven’t seen all of me yet, sweetheart.” He smoothed the back of his knuckles along her cheek.
“I’ve seen this part.” She squeezed his ass, careful not to hurt his wounded cheek. “That’s definitely in shape. About the only thing I haven’t seen is buried deep in those jeans, and from the looks of that bulge, I don’t think I’ll be a disappointed woman.”
He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I not only want it, I’m craving it.” She moistened her lips. “It’s been a long time for me, DJ. I hope I can satisfy you.”
He blinked. “Darlin’, I’m satisfied just looking at you. Trust me, neither of us will have a problem.” He tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “How long has it been?”
“Too long,” she whimpered.
“I don’t want to make you feel like this is all I want. We don’t have to—”
She covered his mouth with her finger. “Don’t, DJ. I want this. I’ve been waiting a long time to feel this way.”
“I’m privileged to break the dry spell.” He winked. “I’ll take very good care of you, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
She scraped her nails down his back. “How fast can we get the rest of the clothes off your body?” She couldn’t wait to see his goodies.

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Friday, January 2, 2015

Guest Em Petrova!

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Reining Men
There’s no escaping ranch policy—anything to please a lady…
The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 3

The Boot Knockers Ranch caters to women in all ways. And now rookie Paul is officially part of the team. He’s had six months to hone his skills with the ladies and prides himself on being a prime catch.

Jack would agree. He can’t get the rugged cowboy out of his system. He wants Paul in his bed more than anything, but his best friend has always been resistant to relations with other men. Jack’s instinct says different, but he values Paul’s friendship too highly to push it.

Then Jack takes on beautiful new client Lissy Lofton and finds himself falling hard for the confident show jumper. He’s not the only one. Lissy has caught Paul’s attention, and the attraction is mutual.

But now Jack has a problem. Lissy’s sexual appetite is so ravenous, he doubts he can last the week without backup. Which presents an irresistible opportunity to invite Paul into their bed—where the incandescent heat brings all their walls tumbling down.

Warning: Contains two smoking-hot cowboys whose drive to please the same woman spurs a desire to please each other.


“This lower lip is as ripe as a juicy peach. And this upper one”—he dragged his thumb over the rounded edges—“is a man’s wet dream.”

His dirty words spiked her desire. She wrapped her fingers around his strong wrist. Wide, sprinkled with light hairs, warm from the sun. Damn, she wanted to touch his every inch. For a week, Jack was hers to worship.

And she planned to take total advantage and make the big fee worth it.

His lashes lowered over smoldering eyes the color of sea glass. As a child she’d gathered the remnants from the beach and kept them in a little wooden box her parents had given her. What had happened to that collection?

Who cared? Now she had a new kind of sea glass to admire.

Jack tipped closer until the brim of his hat bumped her forehead. With a warm chuckle, he nudged it up. “Hat on or off, Lissy?”

Her mind bounced around the question. What did she want her first kiss to be like? He was allowing her to choose her path. Her heart swelled with the knowledge of her own power.

“On,” she whispered, her voice a stranger’s.

He angled his head, nose brushing hers. She filled her lungs with his scent—leather, man, hay. All the things she adored clinging to one perfect cowboy.


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Body Language book 2

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworkingin bed and outand she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.


Friday, December 12, 2014

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Have you read my newest release, Under The Mistletoe?

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Jax wanted Alex…bad.
She smiled and his heart did a triple beat that took his breath.
He liked Alex and he was wishing they’d met before he won the cash prize.
“What would you like for Christmas?” she asked.
“I wish I could have all of the winnings from the slot machine without the IRS taking its share.”
She blew out a long breath. “Now there’s a wasted wish.”
He nodded. The waitress stopped, took their dishes and he ordered another beer. He was glad Alex wasn’t in a hurry to get back to her room. He’d much rather be here with her, enjoying her company and beautiful smile than being in the room with Dayton listening to him snore.
“How are you spending the holiday?” Jax watched her, the way the sparkle in her eyes dulled.
“Home, with family.”
His gaze dropped to her hand. “You’re not wearing a wedding ring, so family as in parents? Brothers, sisters?”
 “My parents, sister and her boyfriend—probably turned fiance by now.” She sighed
“And you’re not happy?” He relaxed back into the cushion, staring at her pink, kissable mouth. A penetrating ache flew through him. He shifted his legs to adjust his fly, but his cock was only getting harder.
She pulled a lock of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t resent anyone’s happiness, but my sister is the golden child. My parents have been after me for years to settle down and I’ve been a disappointment.”
“You still have a lot of years. What are you…twenty-five? Twenty-six?” He winked.
She laughed. “I’m thirty-two. To my folks that’s a dried up spinster.”
“I’d bet my left arm that nothing about you is dried up.” He smoothed his palm over his chin.
“My parents are like time clocks, reminding me that time passes at the blink of an eye.”
“I think it all depends. If you feel like you’re missing something, then you should change things, but no one, not even a parent, can tell you how to live.” He gripped his bottle. Once upon a time his parents had dreams for him too and they were disappointed when he decided to ride bulls instead of working the ranch.
“It’s this time of year. I have a feeling all of our food and drinks are spiked with a lonely pill.”
 “I just rode my last rodeo a few months ago. Then we lost our father. I guess a long phase of sadness is normal, but it sure is hell.” Damn, why did he have to share that? Usually he was a bit tight-lipped when it came to discussing his personal life with a stranger, but she felt more like a friend—maybe even more if things continued.  “It had been difficult to hang up my saddle. Newer, younger riders are coming into the circuit, and my body wasn’t bouncing back as fast as it once did.” More than ever he needed to keep the ranch. He had known all along that one day he’d come back and run it, possibly find a woman to marry, have a couple of kids.
It all seemed like a faraway dream at this point. And it certainly wasn’t the time to think about his future.
Sympathy filled her eyes. He didn’t want her pity.
“I’m sure you know it’s time. A new beginning—an adventure. Give up the bulls for a horse on your ranch.”
He grinned. He liked the way she thought.
Before he wrapped his brain around his next move, he slid around the u-shaped seat until their thighs met. Taking her slender, soft hand, he brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. But it wasn’t enough to tame his curiosity. He slid his free hand to her neck, skimmed the tips of his fingers over the short hairs on her nape and she leaned into him. Her eyes widened slightly, sparkling in the dim overhead lighting. There was no resistance as he drew her even closer and lowered his mouth to hers.
Waves of desire rocketed through him when their lips touched. Her hands were pressing his biceps, then her arms came around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. An invitation to continue.
At first, he kissed her softly, taking his time. He slid the tip of his tongue between her lips, parting her mouth, sliding further in to taste her—exploring her.
She groaned deep, eliciting something virile in him.
Everything went blank inside of his head except for the woman he held in his arms. Her vanilla scent, her taste, the way her fingers moved through his hair, it all triggered his raging need.
He moved his fingers from her neck and threaded them into her hair—the tresses reminded him of luxurious satin. He nibbled her bottom lip and she moaned again with more want than before.
His cock was suffocating behind his zipper, throbbing and hard. He couldn’t take much more…
He pulled away, catching his breath. “I might be a little brash, but how about I get us a room for the night. We can continue talking, drinking, order dessert…anything you like.”
Would she slap him for his brazenness then get up and walk out of his life? All he knew was that he didn’t want to let her go.
Or would she, just by chance, say…
“Yes. I’d like that.”

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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Cowboy Names

As I begin writing a new series, I put a lot of thought in the names of my characters. After all, the names I pick will stick with these characters for--well--ever! It's like naming a child. We peruse book after book, list after list, finding that perfect name. I'm sure everyone has their own way of finding the suitable name. Maybe it just comes to you in a dream, over dinner, in the bathroom...I had to throw that one in just to see if you were listening ;) There are a few cowboy names that have made their rounds among western writers as of lately--in my books included...


These boys are pretty popular.



are moving on up on this list of popularity. Bo was used a lot at one time, but he's coming back.

How about for a cowgirl?


Those are nice names, but they don't fit my next heroine. The name debate is still on for my newest characters.

Do you have fave names?


Pearl couldn’t believe her ears!

“Let me get this straight.” She wrapped her arms over her waist and eyed Scrawny with a narrowed gaze. “You’re telling me you caught Pugly with Charmin?” She slammed the gate shut to the corral.
Scrawny bobbed his head and scratched his scraggly beard with his dirty encrusted fingernails. After years of knowing her, Pearl believed he shouldn’t act so nervous around her. 

“Yes, ma’am. They were doing the dirty, yes-siree, they were.”

“I’m going to kill him!” Icy fingers marched down her spine. She’d had enough!

“Who? Pugly?”

“No, that son-of-a-gun DJ Walters. How many times have I told him to keep that donkey off this property? I swear he does this on purpose.” She kicked up dirt with the toe of her boot. “I knew I’d only have trouble with that scoundrel. I’ve dealt with him for years now and my patience has come to the very last thread! Just last week I was checking the mail and he drove his truck through a mud puddle, splashing me. Can you believe him? I bet if he was looking down the barrel of a shotgun he wouldn’t be so egotistical.”

Scrawny laughed but Pearl kept a straight face. This wasn’t a bit funny! His eyes widened and his jaw clicked. “You aren’t serious, are you, ma’am?”

“Very!” she snapped. “I should have done something about that man long before now.”

 “Come on, Pearl. Don’t go high-tailin’ it over at Walter’s R&R and get yourself into trouble, ya hear?” His thin bottom lip trembled. As a ranch hand at the Rhinestone Ranch, Scrawny was always attempting to keep the peace with Pearl and her sisters. Pearl almost felt sorry for the older man because she knew they never made it easy for him.

But she couldn’t go on as things were.

She had every right to feel wrath toward DJ Walters and was tired of his shenanigans!

Tightening her hands into fists, her nails dug into her palms. “Will you finish feeding Charmin for me, Scrawny? There’s something I have to do.”

“Rethink this, Pearl. Nothin’ is ever solved in anger.”

She ignored him, turned and stomped toward the truck, slipped behind the wheel and slammed the door so hard that the metal rattled. Turning the key, the engine roared alive and she cranked the window down. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and she swiped it away on the back of her hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” she yelled across the yard to Scrawny who was shaking his head.

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

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Alex was a perfect woman. Pert breasts. Lovely, slender hips. Long, toned legs that went for miles. A perfect in his arms.

He held his breath. What was he getting into?

Focus on bringing her pleasure because tonight is all we have.

He followed the slender curve of her shoulder with his mouth, licking as he went along, He kissed the sleek bend, along the arch of her neck, inhaling her scent that made him woozy. “Do you like that, darlin’? Me kissing your neck?”

“Yes, yes!” Her fingers rubbed the back of his neck, tangling in the ends of his hair. He imagined her doing the same when he licked her pussy.

A soft cry escaped her lips, as if she was in the beginning throes of an orgasm. It was almost his undoing. He’d never heard a more desirable sound but he needed to slow down, take things at a steady pace, enjoy it like the last morsel of chocolate cake.

Dropping his hands to her breasts, her nipples swelled under his touch, against the material of the dress. She looked up at him and his emotions stirred. He could lose himself in the dark pools and pink lips—the bottom lip was slightly fuller and quivered.

He needed to see more of her—now!

Pushing the material of the strapless dress lower, it easily fell below her breasts, exposing the thin bra. He’d been hoping she was braless, but soon she would be. He bent his head and rolled the tip of his tongue around the pert bud through the lace. She arched her back and moaned, and he held her in his arm.

“You have nice breasts. Big, beautiful nipples the same color as your lips.”

He sucked the pink pearl deeper into his mouth, suckling until her pants grew heavy and needy.

He picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, placing her in the middle of the thick, white comforter. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow—black satin against the stark white.

He joined her on the bed, angled himself above her so he could stare down into her lovely features, visually tracing each line of beauty.

Sitting up onto his haunches, he wrapped his fingers around her bare ankle, lifted her leg and brought her foot to his mouth. Her eyes widened as he licked the delicate arch. He left a moist trail to her big toe, suckling it into his mouth. She giggled and thrashed her arms against the bed. He nibbled, then sucked and blew on each toe until she quaked.

Smiling, he placed her foot on his thigh and slowly skimmed his hand along her tight calf muscle until he reached her knee. Spreading her legs apart, he continued on the path of pleasure, reaching the treasure of her warm, moist core. He smoothed his thumb along the seam of her panties. She was wet and ready and he rewarded her with sliding the lace to the side and inserting a finger inside of her. Her juices coated him.

“I’m so hungry for you,” she whimpered and bucked her hips.

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