Friday, December 12, 2014

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Have you read my newest release, Under The Mistletoe?

Here's an excerpt!

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...

CASH
NASH
TUCKER

These boys are pretty popular.

Also,

AMOS
BO
JEB

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?

ARIZONA
CASSIDY
CHEYENNE

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?

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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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My holiday novella, Under the Mistletoe, is now up for pre-order at Amazon.

Under the Mistletoe will release December 4, 2014! Get you order in and anticipate a spicy holiday!

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Excerpt:

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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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Giveaway! Giveaway! Win Studs N Spurs

My holiday novella, Under the Mistletoe, is now up for pre-order at Amazon.

Under the Mistletoe will release December 4, 2014! Get you order in and anticipate a spicy holiday!

Read a hot excerpt below and enter the Rafflecopter to win a Studs n Spurs 2015 Sexy Cowboy Calendar.



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Excerpt:

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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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Win! Win! Win! Studs N Spurs 2015 Calendar

My holiday novella, Under the Mistletoe, is now up for pre-order at Amazon.

Under the Mistletoe will release December 4, 2014! Get you order in and anticipate a spicy holiday!

Read a hot excerpt below and enter the Rafflecopter to win a Studs n Spurs 2015 Sexy Cowboy Calendar

Excerpt:


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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Monday, November 10, 2014

Second Hope Cowboy Excerpt

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Tucker’s balls ached as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom staring at beauty at its most divine. Hope was his ex, which should mean something, but at the moment, he couldn’t think clearly.
She was spread across his bed, her long blonde hair spread over the pillow. Her flushed cheeks made her eyes appear darker. Her pouty lips were kissable pink. Her nipples were puffy and erect. Her knees were bent and her hands splayed across her stomach.
He was in trouble and he didn’t give a damn.
He teetered on a high wire and he had a decision to make. If he followed his utmost desire, walked across the room and climbed in bed with her, he’d have to face the consequences of tomorrow. Was he prepared to face the harsh morning light?
On the other hand, he could turn and walk away. After all, she’d walked away from everything. He could turn the table and prove to himself, and to her, that he was over her enough to deny life’s greatest pleasure.
But he wasn’t over her, and he certainly couldn’t come up with one good reason what walking away would prove. Sure, he’d get some gratification knowing he’d spurred her as she’d done him—but he’d never been a spiteful person. He certainly had no desire, even in the darkest places of his heart, to hurt Hope. He had a feeling if he followed through, he’d be the only one who’d be burned.
And he was willing to face the devil to touch her one more time.
To feel her body next to his, against his.
What they’d shared earlier wasn’t enough and had only left him deeper in insanity’s grip.
Putting all thought and concern to the back of his mind, he stepped across the room toward the bed and the beauty that beckoned him like a treasure.
When he reached the edge of the mattress, she lifted up on knees, her breasts firm and her nipples were as hard and red as cherries.
“My God, Hope.” His voice vibrated his chest. 

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Second Hope Cowboy--Excerpt!

Who loves a cowboy? What makes a cowboy even better is when he has a heart of gold. Fall in love with one of my Second Chance Cowboys today!

Pushing aside his irritation, he examined the best route to the bottom of the hill. He realized there wasn’t one easy way down.
Taking the hillside sideways, his boots sank into the grass but held their own as he slowly made his way to the bottom.
Five feet.
Three feet.
And he was almost there without falling on his ass—Then it happened. His left boot slid, he flailed his arms to gain his balance, but then the other foot gave way and down he went onto his backside. His jaw clanked as he hit the dirt. “Shit!”

“Oops…now it looks like we both need a shower,” Hope said through laughter.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” He shook his head. He slowly came to a standing position, balancing his legs in the mud. “I think you just wanted to see me dirty.”

She was still laughing.“Want your hat back now?” she said.

“Well I did come all the way down here for it, didn’t I?”Keeping the hat above the mud, she pushed herself to her knees, moving upward like a baby taking its first steps.Tucker clamped his fingers around her elbow, helping her. When she was standing ankle deep in mud, he let go and she fell against his chest, her arms naturally came around his waist, holding on.

He looked down into her beautiful eyes. Tension spiraled through him, excitement traveling across his nerve endings, straight to the one part of him that had been hard since she came back into his breathing space. He couldn’t get wrapped up in her beauty or her seduction again. The woman he’d known and loved wouldn’t have walked away from their marriage. She especially wouldn’t have settled for some high maintenance doc.

She didn’t release her hold on him—and he didn’t move away. They stood there, staring at each other. He should move all right—straight back up the hill and far away from her.

But what happened next blurred the barrier between right and wrong. She palmed his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the line of his jaw. Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip trembled.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” His throat ached with each word.

“Like how?” Her tongue came out and brushed across her bottom lip. The tip of his cock tingled and his balls tightened. The woman had power—he had to admit it.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” One corner of her mouth slipped into mischief.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve lost my ability to read you.”

“I’m thinking that I want to kiss you. Any argument?”

Damn, yes, lots, but he couldn’t find his voice.

She lifted higher and brought her lips to his. The kiss was warm and nice, but she’d made the move that unleashed all of his guard and resistance.Bringing his muddy hands up, he entwined his hands through her hair and tugged her against his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Is that all you got?”“I haven’t even started.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths met in a frenzied need—tongues battling, tasting, exploring.

He couldn’t get enough.Burying his hand under her shirt, he slipped his fingers under her bra and claimed one breast, rolling the puffy, thick nipple under his palm. She arched against him, her head dropped to the side and her hair spread like a satin waterfall.
He lifted his mouth, only slightly, so he could look down at her.

“If we don’t stop, this is going to go all the way.”

“Don’t stop, Tuck. Please.” Her breathless cry did him in.Pressing his mouth against hers again, he licked her insides as he quickly undid the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans.

He wanted to take things slow, but it wasn’t possible.

And by the way she grasped at his clothes, his chest, scraping her fingernails over exposed skin, she needed it to go real quick too.

But they couldn’t do anything in the mud.Lifting her into his arms, he carefully carried her a few feet away to a patch of grass in the sun. He set her on her feet, but she still clutched his shirt in her fists.  

Moving his fingers to her waist, he realized she was trembling. He was shaking too. It’d been a long time since he’d felt like school boy on his first date.Her shorts were easily lowered, falling to her ankles, revealing a slip of red panties. His mouth salivated and his cock twitched, aching for freedom. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Her gaze dropped to his length and a sweet smile curved her shell pink lips. That was almost his undoing.No words of request were needed. She turned with her back to him, bending slightly, bringing her bottom high in a welcome to sample.

He wasted no time, wanting to steal the moment before it slipped through his fingers.Grasping his shaft with his clean hand, he swirled his head around her creamy slit, and in one thrust, he buried himself into her tight pussy. Entombing himself in her coiled muscle, she took all of him, but he stilled, needing a moment to adjust as her tight sheath wrapped around him.

When he was in control, he moved inside of her, pushing into her moist center, staring at the place where their bodies united and his dark skin slicked with her juices. He wanted to taste her…but that would come…he’d make sure of it.

“What was that?”Her question barely broke through his focus.“Tucker?” Her body went still and her breaths calmed, her shoulders lifted.

“What?”

“Listen,” she whispered.He froze and his gut clenched. Did he hear the rattle of an engine in the distance? No one would come up the drive unless they were visiting him. He wasn’t expecting anyone…oh shit!
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Thursday, September 25, 2014



☆☆☆☆ Author Spotlight & #Giveaway ☆☆☆☆

☆☆☆☆ Rhonda Lee Carver☆☆☆☆
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At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.

Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.

When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive.


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We did a quick Q&A session with Rhonda, and here is what we learned:

What are you working on now?

I’m working on book 7 of my Second Chance Series, Second Hope Cowboy. This is Tucker’s Story and how he’ll find peace with his past—and maybe find love again with a woman he thought was lost forever.

What flavor is your writing style?

I enjoy writing badass men who have many flaws, and heroines who have been broken in one way or another. I also like stories of second chances, couples reuniting after traumatic events have torn them apart.

Do you ever experience writer's block?

On a daily basis.

Usually I can walk away from the story for a bit and when I come back, the block has been eradicated and I’m back to business. I've learned to allow my characters to take the lead. I might have an idea of what I want to do in the story, where I’m heading, but if something feels right, I just go with the flow. It’s a helluva ride at times, wondering where my characters and I are going to end up.

Do you write an outline before every book you write?

The first outline I've ever written was on a dirty napkin I found buried in my car while I was in the parking lot at Walmart. An idea came to mind and I had to write it down. This idea grew into a story and soon after was my first contracted book. That was the first outline and the last. I have an idea in my head and scene ideas stored in a file in my mind, but I jump right in, and sometimes it turns out nothing like I’d planned. That’s the fun of it all!

Have you ever disliked something you wrote?

I think all writers hate what we write. Good things readers feel differently, otherwise, there would be no books.

But yes, I like the idea of the story much better than the ending product. Probably more because I've spent so much time enveloped in the story that it’s hard to see it in any way but judgmentally. However, if I walk away from a project for a week and then come back, I have a new love that has grown from absence. For instance, when I was finished with my first book in the Second Chance Series, Second Chance Cowboy, I shook my head, feeling like I hadn't created the masterpiece that I’d wanted. I imagine we all feel that way a time or two. When I got rights back for this book, I read it and loved it—my own piece of work was awesome. Time heals all, I assume. I did some tweaking and self-published it. So glad that I did!

Was writing always the first thing you wanted to do in life?

I knew at 13 what I wanted to do with my life—write. Unfortunately, dreams take some time to mold into reality. Thank goodness I didn't give up. I love my career. Wouldn't change a thing.

While you were writing, did you ever feel as if you were one of the characters?

At times, I find that one of my characters is feeling a way that I have, or experiencing an emotion that I have. Characters are pieces of our past and present, molded to create a future in words. I believe all writers use experiences as the foundation of books…but in our world we get to recreate stories, change them, and even give that evil person what they deserve.

What inspired you to write your first book?

Love. Simply love. What better emotion is there?

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Yes! Especially when I’m writing a series. I get into the next book and think, “Dang, I sure wish I gave him this character quality.” “Oh, shoot, I wish I would have known this about my character way before now.”


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Under Pressure
Rhinestone Cowgirls, #1
Release Date: August 28, 2014

**Featured Series**
Second Chance:
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Book 2: Second Ride Cowboy:  http://amzn.to/ZHmObT
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Book 4: Second Dance Cowboy:  http://amzn.to/1mLo08N
Book 5: Second Song Cowboy:  http://amzn.to/ZHkDoQ
Book 6: Second Burn Cowboy:  http://amzn.to/1rmoFxf


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