Sunday, December 17, 2017



"I'm blind, but I don't need a sitter."
"I'm not protecting you because you're blind. I'm here because it's my job."
"I'm sure you have plenty of bar fights to break up and speeding tickets to dish out," she huffed.
"One more word out of you and..."
"And what?"
"I have an empty cell you know."
"You wouldn't dare!"
The last time you dared me you ended up kissed and breathless. Maybe that's what you'd like?" He took one step forward and she pressed against the cold wall, meeting his steely gaze without modesty.
"Just maybe you're right.
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Sunday, December 10, 2017



She brought her hands up to his hair and slid them through the thick mass, feeling the stands turn wavy under her touch. She brought her fingers down his forehead to his eyebrows and rubbed her thumbs along them. Most men had busy brows but his were perfectly shaped like his body. Gently and carefully, she touched his lids that were closed. His lashes reminded her of butterfly wings as she passed over them. As she had found out the other, his nose had a bump at the bridge. 


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Sunday, December 3, 2017



She was blind, and yet, for the first time he felt he was seen...truly seen for the man and not just the badge. "You're amazing," he whispered.

"Let me touch you, Phoenix. Allow me to learn you. All of you."

"I can't promise that my body won't respond."

"That's what I was hoping for."


The hat. The gun. And the will to protect.

Showing up to investigate a double homicide, Sheriff Phoenix Cade almost comes out of his boots when he sees the blonde--the only witness to the crime--covered in blood. He'd danced with her a few nights before and had every intention of getting her number until she threw up all over his shoes. Hell, his shoes would wash…

Ria Portman has spent the better part of six years convincing her family and friends that she could take care of herself. The accident took her sight, but it didn’t take her independence. There were a lot of things she’d learned over the years, especially regarding men. They said they could handle her disability, but truth was, they lied. When her assistant and client are murdered in her studio she will have to rely on one man—the one man who makes her want to trust again.

Phoenix is over his ex, but since he caught her cheating he’s compared relationships to playing with fire. It’s only a matter of time before a man gets burnt. Yet, Ria is different. She’s beautiful, smart, challenging, and doesn’t need him…even when she does. He should keep his head on straight because the killers want her dead and it’s his job to keep her safe. However, he’s realizing, a man in love becomes a giant. He’ll protect Ria with a force unlike any that has ever been seen before.

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Thursday, November 30, 2017

While you're wrapping, listen...

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Taking a dirt bath off a bull lands Jace Jackson into the hands of beautiful, smart, sexy country singer Jessa Garvey. In pain and loopy on pain meds, he has no clue he's flirting with her, and making a big damn fool of himself. Back in high school she rejected him, and although years have passed, sometimes a cowboy can't forget. When Miss Priss invades his space at Nirvana, he decides to give her a dose of her own medicine and puts her to work mucking stalls. That'll teach her....
Or will it?
Trading her guitar for a shovel, Jessa is out to prove to Jace that she isn't the same person she was as a teenager. As far as she's concerned, he'll forgive her even if it kills her, or lands her hot and willing in bed with the dangerously handsome cowboy.
She's in deep.
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

99 cents! If you like things sweet with a touch of spice, this is your story. Grab it now and cuddle up to a cowboy!

Alex Cooper shook her empty glass and winked. “We’re in Vegas, aren’t we?”  She pulled the down the arm of the machine getting a ding ding in response.
“Good thing we have a room.” Tara waved over a nearby waitress who happily obliged. “You haven’t had alcohol since…?”
“A year.”
Tara’s eyes widened. “That’s a long time.”
“I think I deserve this.”
“Of course you do.”
Alex nodded and stretched a kink out of her back. They’d been sitting at the slot machines for a while. “I’m so glad you invited me along on this adventure. I can’t believe I almost said no. Too bad I must leave tomorrow because I’m already dreading it. Is it too late to come down with an illness? The flu maybe? Jen from work has been out sick for a week. I could blame it on her.”
 “You really do hate the idea of visiting your parents.”
“I’d rather have my teeth pulled.” Alex leaned against the slot machine as she grabbed the handle and pulled down again. The display spun and the music chimed. Nothing. “A little luck here might ease the pain.”
The waitress brought their drinks and Tara clinked her bottle against the rim of Alex’s glass. “Well, then cheers and here’s hoping you win big. Or at least get a buzz and forget about tomorrow.”  
Sipping the sweet and tangy cocktail, Alex licked every drop from her lips. “I could drink a ton of these and not get drunk. They are delicious. I wonder if they’d give me the recipe?”
“Sure you could.” Tara wagged her eyebrows. “You haven’t peed yet have you?”
 “What does peeing have to do with my cocktail?” Alex wrinkled her nose.
 “Pee once and you will be a goner.”
“Interesting.” Alex swirled her straw and took another sip. “Just remember, we agreed not to do anything stupid. A buzz is never an excuse for stupidity.”
“We’re only here for one night. I say we live a little.” Tara shrugged and gave her long curls a toss over one shoulder. “You did remember to pack up the condoms, right?”
“A girl always has to be safe, but I won’t be using them. One night here just doesn’t seem to be enough though. All the lights, the joy…this is what the holidays are all about. But I’ll catch a flight home where the holiday becomes a winter wonderland massacre.” Alex twirled her finger and rolled her eyes.
“Girl, you know it’s not that bad and you should be glad you’re getting a break. Too much work makes a woman boring. Just think…a vacation. You can sleep in, relax and do whatever it is that you do in snow-covered Montana. I hope you bought a cute pair of snow boots. The ones with the fringes and balls we saw last week.”
“It’s not the time off that I hate. I get to travel to my hometown where I’ll be tortured because of my relationship status. What’s wrong with being single anyway?” She sighed. “And even if I did have a viable excuse not to go, I’d still feel guilty if I missed the holiday with my folks. My little sister Stacy has news to share. I’m sure she’s going to announce that she and her high school sweetheart have finally decided to tie the knot after six years of dating bliss. I’ll have another ugly maid of honor dress to add to my collection. I can already see the remorseful glances directed my way from the wedding guests, especially my Aunt Patty... “poor girl, always the bridesmaid, never the bride”. My mom tells me all the time that my eggs are drying up at the speed of a race horse and I’ll end up with ten cats that I refer to as my kids. I think cats are easier than men. They don’t argue. Leave the toilet seat up. Or cheat.”
“Sweetie, I think you’ve had too many of these.” Tara reached over and pushed Alex’s glass to the side. “First, you sound as if thirty-two is the end of the world. You’re still young with lots of time for relationships and family. Your parents are awesome—a little kooky and intrusive—but they have your best interest at heart. It’s only normal for them to want you to marry so you can pop kids out one after another—real kids, not cats. Having a baby around can make people feel younger.”
Alex rolled a tendril of her hair around her finger. “Are you siding with them?” She hiccupped.
 “No, I’m on your side.”
“I know…I know what you’re saying. They love me. I love them. But going home for Christmas only means I’ll feel like a bigger disappointment. They never understand that I have a career and no time for a relationship. By the time my mom was my age she was married for over ten years with two kids. She’s a superwoman and I’m…well, just me.”
“Times have changed.”
“Try telling them that.” Rubbing her temples, she groaned. A nagging throbbing started in her forehead. Why did she do this to herself? Worry herself sick over facing her parents without a ring on her finger, or even a boyfriend. Alex had always been the people-pleaser. She’d even said “yes” to Trevor Yates when he’d asked her to the junior prom. Her mom had been happy, but Alex had spent the night listening to him go on and on about the chess club.
“Let’s face it, there are some advantages to being single—not needing to shave your legs every day, wearing granny panties whenever we want and going to bed with zit cream smeared all over. Downside—I miss sex, a lot.”
“Is that all you miss about a relationship?” Alex laughed.
“I miss a man when my vacuum gets clogged. Or when the drain stops up.” Tara pulled the lever on her machine and sighed. “Neither of us are winning tonight.”
“The night isn’t over yet.” Dropping more coins into the slot, Alex rubbed her hand together.
 “If you would have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn’t be an issue.”
Alex looked at her friend. “What are you talking about?”
“I told you…online dating for the holidays is the way to go. Find a suitable companion for the parties and family gatherings. After the holiday ends, part ways with a thank you and good luck. Heck, if you’re lucky, you find someone who is mouth-watering sexy and you’ll get two bangs for your buck, if you know what I mean.” She rolled her tongue over her bottom lip.
 “Oh I could see that now. Mom and Pop, I’d like you to meet my date for the holidays. He likes long walks on the beach, the outdoors, and women who are lonely enough to find a date online.”
“You shouldn’t knock it until you try it.” Tara thrummed her fingers on her bottle.
“Have you registered with a dating site?” 
“No way.”
“So, you want me to try it out and tell you how it works?”
Tara’s eyes widened and her mouth slightly parted. “Don’t look, but sitting behind you is a couple of cowboys who I wouldn’t mind getting under a mistletoe this holiday.”
Not heeding her friend’s warning, Alex swiveled on the stool and immediately saw them—easily spotted because they were the only two cowboys in the casino. She made eye contact with the one wearing a brown hat and her toes curled. Blue eyes, chiseled jaw line and a smile that could knock a woman’s panties off—and that smile was directed her way. Her throat tightened and she brought the straw to her mouth, taking a long drink.
“See what I mean? Yum.” Tara sighed longingly.
“Yeah, they’re both cute.” She twisted on the stool and pulled the slot lever. Ding. A sea horse and two stars. Her luck wasn’t hitting.
“That’s it? Just cute? You don’t know a good thing when you see it.”
“A lot of people are lonely around this time of year and want a warm body and a glass of eggnog to snuggle up with. I don’t want to be anyone’s warm body. And I don’t particularly like eggnog.”
“Yeah, who’d want to be a man’s warm body? Sounds horrible,” Tara murmured. “A little bit of yum-yum in cowboy hat and boots would be too hollow for someone like you who’d rather tug on a slot lever instead of a man’s co—”
“Tara!” Alex blinked and shook the ice around in her almost empty glass. “I don’t have a problem with tugging on anything, but tonight I think we should concentrate on having fun, excluding men. You don’t want to be one of those chicks that wake up hitched to a stranger, do you?” There was a long pause. “Tara?”
“Who said anything about getting hitched? I was talking about easing an itch.” She rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of her bottle.
 “I’ll know if that bottle comes up missing.” Alex laughed.
Tara turned back to the machine. “Come on winner! If I can’t have sexy cowboy then cash would certainly take away some of my loneliness.”
Alex caught another side-glance of the brawny cowboy who was still watching her. Her stomach did a flip and her fingers shook. He was on the prowl and she refused to be the hunted, but a little flirting wouldn’t hurt.

Sunday, November 26, 2017



“The hand that you hit Reed with? I noticed the bruising.”
Her gaze lowered to her mentioned hand and she shrugged. “Hopefully better than that bastard’s cheek.”
Biting back laughter, he followed her to the stairs and they descended together. “I’ve known Reed to push buttons, but he must have done something pretty serious.”


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Sunday, November 19, 2017


Rolling her eyes, Alex sighed. “I don’t think we have anything to say to one another. Except, how did you know what room we’re staying in. Do I need to call security?”
“I paid a bellboy who likes crisp Ben Franklin’s. It appears everyone has heard about the win.”
She gasped. “You paid for our room number?”
“How else could I say I’m sorry.”
“Are you feeling sorry for grabbing my machine just as soon as I got up to go to the restroom?” 
His grin remained, and as deadly as ever. “No. Sorry that I didn’t bother getting your name.” He held out a hand. She noticed how large it was. His fingers were wide and he had surprisingly nice, cleans nails. “I’m Jax—”

Sunday, November 12, 2017


Her brain could barely function and he was asking her a question. This would require superhuman powers and she didn’t have them. She stood there staring. He kissed her lightly on the lips, chuckling, his eyes animated. “How about in between?” He adjusted the water temperature.
When he reached for her shirt and tugged it over her head, she finally gained some thought process back to her wonky brain. “I’ve never showered with a man before,” she admitted a little shyly.

“Then we’re even because I’ve never showered with a man before either.” His eyes danced with humor.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Cowboy and Cocoa

When the nights are cold what can warm you up faster than a cowboy romance and a cup of hot cocoa? I have the cowboy and a recipe that will knock your socks off...or panties if you're not careful :)

Cowboy Cocoa

1 can sweetened condensed milk
1/4 cup cocoa
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
6 cups milk
dash of salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
Marshmallows or Marshmallow creme

Add all ingredients, except for marshmallow, and heat just until hot. (If you're not sharing with the kiddos, add a splash or two of whisky). Pour into a mug and top with marshmallows. 

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A Cowboy and a new beginning

Urban Jericho has hit a snag. He should be loving his life as a rodeo star but his passion for riding bulls, and getting knocked around, has fizzled. When he sees the opportunity for a new beginning, he’s ready to rope the chance of a lifetime. Problem is, it requires a wife…

An Ultimatum

Presley Dean has life by the reins until she’s given an ultimatum to get married or lose everything she’s worked for, everything she loves. So, when Urban comes up with a ridiculous plan that’ll get them both what they want, she considers marrying him. Up until now she’s stayed clear of the cowboy who has done nothing but rile her every chance he got…and conjured feelings she’d like to ignore. After being shot with a horse tranquilizer, she sees another side to Urban…

Saddles & Second Chances

Roman’s Choice (Book 1)
Penn’s Fortune (Book 2)
Weston’s Trouble (Book 3)
Urban’s Rush (Book 4)

Sunday, November 5, 2017



Book 1, Lawmen of Wyoming

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"Being blind doesn't mean I need a protector."
"I'm not protecting you because you're blind. I'm here because that's my job."
"Go do your job somewhere else!" Ria huffed.
"Listen, lady. We can do this the easy way or the hard way but at the end of the day you'll still be under my protection and I'll still be gritting my teeth to keep from bending you over my knee and swatting your bottom!" he seethed.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Didn't you say that before and where did it get you? Kissed and breathless."

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Thursday, November 2, 2017

Psst! Cover Reveal!

She is blind. He has baggage. Who will help the other more?

Ria has no clue what the cowboy looks like, but acting upon a dare from her friends, she dances with him. One thing leads to another, until she finds herself queasy and seriously sick...ending all romantic possibilities. Embarrassed, she sneaks away from the sexy cowboy.

Sheriff Phoenix Cade has put up a block on his emotions. He's been there...done that. He'll never find himself in love again...ever, but lust is another thing. And the woman who left behind her heels on his bedroom floor certainly did have him perplexed. He begins a search to find her, but she falls into his lap...literally...

Getting a call to a double homicide, he's surprised to find the witness is someone he knows--someone he should stay clear of, but then why does he want to protect her above and beyond his badge?

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Sunday, October 29, 2017


He could tempt fate and ease the tension behind his zipper with her. He’d managed to keep his emotions behind a steel wall and had become a pro at preserving his feelings, but when it came to the beautiful mystical Adira, he’d already witnessed another side to himself that was as new and foreign as a UFO landing in his backyard. Completely aware of how he enjoyed being near her, talking to her, quick touches, he was becoming a basket case.

Taking another sip from his bottle, he thought about Option B. Maggie. She’d made it very clear today that she wanted to take things to the next level. Sure, thinking of her as “Option B” was unfair and no one deserved to be a second choice. He didn’t want to hurt anyone and for that reason, he couldn’t let her believe they could be anything more than friends.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Adorn yourself with cowboy!

I broke down and turned on the heat yesterday. I hated doing it, but my kids were complaining. Although we've decorated the yard with ghosts and goblins, indulged in pumpkin pie, and carved pumpkins I still can't believe the cooler weather is upon us. I find that I'm lazier in the winter. And then I feel lousy. My goal is to stay active this season...and that includes going to the gym (not once, but regularly).

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Sunday, October 22, 2017

#sixsentencesunday and Cover Reveal


Something broke inside her, like a dam allowing a flood of emotions to wash in. “This feeling scares me.”“I’m scared too, sweetheart.”“I swore I wouldn’t lose myself again. Please don’t make me lose myself in you.” “Not all men are like your ex, or Joe.” He reached out and grasped a tendril of her hair, rolling it around his finger then releasing it to bounce against her cheek.Her lungs barely functioned. “I know you’re right, but I manage to find the bad ones,” she murmured, half distracted by the sensations rolling through her.“You’ve met me. Where do I fall?”She attempted to control the racing of her mind. “I haven’t decided yet.”

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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Excerpt and 99 pennies!


 “Who are you?” He attempted to wrap his head around the idea that this woman appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of a blizzard, with her dog. He was certain he was still alive because he had a throbbing pain in his temples.
“I’m Charlie Lindon. I live a short distance that way.” She used his guitar to aim in the direction behind her.
“I’ll take those things.” He took his hat and mashed it on his head, then relieved her of his guitar and bag, hooking both of them over his shoulder. “I’m—”
“Bleeding. Your forehead.”
He pushed back the rim of his hat and wiped his head, looking down at the moist crimson smear on his fingers. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
“Looks like more than a scratch,” she murmured, leaning in to investigate the wound closer. He got a whiff of her—strawberries and crème—and he instantly felt a tug low in his gut. He must be tired, or still reeling from the accident, or both to react this suddenly to a stranger. She held the flashlight, inspecting his head, and he got a good look at her eyes. Were they blue? Green? Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she continued to examine at his head.
Movement at her feet made him look. The scraggly dog dang near killed him. “Is that yours?”
She didn’t take her eyes off his forehead. Now she was touching him, her finger tips probing the skin around the cut. The warmth of her touch felt amazingly good. “Yes. That’s Yogi.”
“Well, Yogi, that will cost me my career,” he muttered and pulled back from her touch, immediately irritated, not by her as much as the fact that he had a familiar ache growing in his body. How could he feel anything but regret after he’d wrecked his only means of transportation? Max was going to kill him.
“I know he ran into the road…I saw him. I tried to catch him, but you were driving fast, and the curve…well, I-I…” She pushed her hat back. A shock of pale blonde hair fell to her shoulder.
He looked into her gaze, wishing he could make out her features, but it was too dark. She moved the flashlight and the light feathered across her face. He caught a glimpse of a trembling bottom lip. Sympathy broke through his annoyance. Here she was, standing in the bitter cold, shivering. But he couldn’t let her get off so easily. “What owner would allow a dog to roam in this weather?”
“Who would drive in this snowstorm?” She tilted her jaw. “And Yogi usually stays close to the house.”
“I was caught in the snowfall unexpectedly.”
“Radio stations within a hundred miles in every direction are warning people of the icy conditions. You’re not from around here. License plate says Alabama.”

“It’s a rental.” He blew out a long breath and stepped across the snow. A cool blast of wind leaked in through his thin T-shirt. His balls shriveled into peanuts. No wonder the lady and her dog were both shivering.

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors Donna Michaels and Hildie McQueen are joined by bestselling and award-winning authors Amanda McIntyre, Tori Scott, Gem Sivad, Kathleen Ball, Rhonda Lee Carver, and Victoria Vane to bring you eight sexy cowboys in this holiday collection that will warm you from the inside out.

Donna Michaels - Wine and Her New Year Cowboy (Book 4/Citizen Soldier Series) A Going no male resolution excludes cowboys.

Kathleen Ball – A Kiss at Midnight - Will Anora accept Maverick’s Heart? Only a long awaited New Year’s kiss at midnight will tell him.

Rhonda Lee Carver- A New Year's Cowboy- Charlie has suffered tragedy, but a Christmas package offers hope and a cowboy.

Amanda Mcintyre - Lost & Found - Fate gives first love a second chance.

Hildie Mcqueen- New Year with You- A modern Cinderella type story with a humorous twist.

Tori Scott- Cowboy Masquerade - A New Year's Eve masquerade party reveals more than anyone expects.

Gem Sivad- Cowboy Burn- She slides down an icy road and lands in the arms of love.

Victoria Vane – A Cowboy’s Midnight Kiss – He never dreamed his soul mate would stumble into his life in stiletto-heeled boots.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

FREE Chapter One--Weston's Trouble

Once upon a time, Weston Jericho could have any woman he wanted, but these days he’s known as “daddy” and less “bachelor of the year”. His daughter and his ranch are his priority until country-girl-turned-city waltzes back into his average life. She’ll have him juggling daddy duties with the need to be near the one woman who stole his heart years ago.

Her father’s declining health leaves Sammie Tanner with no other choice but to come home to Colton, Texas and get things back in order on the ranch, and face those she left behind. From the second her boots cross the county line she finds nothing but trouble, especially with Weston who has her cursing like the backwoods country girl he remembers, and still desires. 

Her heart wants the cowboy, but how does she reveal the true reason why she left him…left home? Will he look at her the same? Can she take the risk?

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Sunday, October 8, 2017



"I need a wife. Plain and simple."
Presley slanted a hip. "There ain't nothing simple about marriage...or you!"
One corner of his mouth leisurely slipped into a panty-melting grin. "That's what you need, sweetheart. A cowboy who'll keep you guessing, breathing heavy, always anticipating his next touch."
"You're full of yourself, Urban. You might have a line of buckle bunnies, but you won't find me hanging out in the fan club. The last thing I want, or need, is a man who thinks he's God's gift to women."
"I think I'll have fun proving you wrong."

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Sunday, October 1, 2017



Lifting herself up on hind legs, she thrashed the air, angrily. Braise stepped back.
“Hold on, Urban!” Presley shouted.
He held the rope tightly, digging his boots in as Braise joined him. The horse was strong and wasn’t backing down.
“Shoot, Cheryl.” Urban heard Presley yell followed by a cry out in pain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tranquilizer dart sticking out of Presley’s shoulder as she wobbled, then fell to the ground.

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Sunday, September 24, 2017


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Ruby red colored her cheeks and her irises blossomed into dark targets. Yeah, the death glare was back. He deserved it. The words had slipped out. She cleared her throat. “I wouldn’t know. This is our first date.”
“Marrying kind?” Hugh said with a scoff. “Are you looking, Pres?”
“No.” She dared Urban to make a peep otherwise.
He lifted an eyebrow, almost forgetting that Rena was snuggled up close until she shifted and brushed against his crotch. By her sweet smile she must have believed his expansion was due to her, but Urban knew without a doubt that the unfriendly lady across from him was the culprit. She had some control over him that he couldn’t quite understand. “Sweetheart, maybe you should move.”
Rena blinked, her nose wrinkled and she nudged him in the ribs as she pushed away. “Good to see you, Dr. Dean. I hope you’re doing great.”
“Fine, thank you, Rena.”
There was no love lost between the two and Urban had no understanding why, nor did he care. Rena strolled away, probably angry. “So, is that the new flavor of the month?” Presley drawled.
“Ain’t none of your business,” he said in moody tone. He couldn’t allow her to get to him.
“Oh, but it’ your business who I’m with?”
Hugh was watching the duo closely, the area between his brows scrunching. “I see you two are still at it.”
“No, we’re fine. Aren’t we, tiger? I mean, can I call you tiger? That’s what your cast reads.” She grinned and gave him a gentle tap on the face.

He didn’t even look to see what Rena had written. “Better than good. Happy hunting,” he said in a lowered voice.

A Cowboy and a new beginning

Urban Jericho has hit a snag. He should be loving his life as a rodeo star but his passion for riding bulls, and getting knocked around, has fizzled. When he sees the opportunity for a new beginning, he’s ready to rope the chance of a lifetime. Problem is, it requires a wife…

An Ultimatum

Presley Dean has life by the reins until she’s given an ultimatum to get married or lose everything she’s worked for, everything she loves. So, when Urban comes up with a ridiculous plan that’ll get them both what they want, she considers marrying him. Up until now she’s stayed clear of the cowboy who has done nothing but rile her every chance he got…and conjured feelings she’d like to ignore. After being shot with a horse tranquilizer, she sees another side to Urban…

Saddles & Second Chances

Roman’s Choice (Book 1)
Penn’s Fortune (Book 2)
Weston’s Trouble (Book 3)
Urban’s Rush (Book 4)

Sunday, September 17, 2017



She waved over the waitress. “May I borrow your pen just for a sec?” Pen in hand, she bent close, within inches of his face, as she jotted something. A satisfied grin crossed her beautiful lips. He couldn’t stop staring, even when she stood. “See you around, Hugh. Good luck in the race. And you Urban,” she snarled.
Once she was gone, he read what she wrote. “Grow up. And by the way. Your pants are unzipped.”
“Damn.” He zipped his jeans. He heard soft laughter and looked to her table.

Urban stood and started past Presley, but had a better idea. “Thank you for noticing, Pres.” He tipped his hat and grinned, moving on.