Sunday, August 20, 2017


#sixsentencesunday   18+ years of age ONLY!

Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Book #3, Cowboys of Nirvana)

Blurb: Welcome to Nirvana—your wish is a cowboy’s command.

Cowboy Paradise (Book 1) Ben and Cara
Ropin' Trouble (Book 2) Chase and Kaycee
Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Book 3) Jared and Sofie

A cowboy can always dream that a woman like Sofie Drake would turn his way, but from the second she came to work at Nirvana Ranch she’s treated Jared like spoiled milk. His reputation as a rebel and a womanizer doesn’t weigh in his favor, but he never really cared what people thought of him, until Sofie. Wanting her is enough to make a man go crazy. One night she shows up with a wine bottle and a lonely heart, and Jared is more than willing to help a lady out. What would any other red-blooded man do?

Yet, with the sweet comes the sour.

One night with Sofie leaves Jared hungry for more, but when he learns that she's in love with the boss things might come to a skidding halt. This suddenly becomes a wicked triangle entwined with secrets, surprises and a sultry love affair. 

“Let me see those breasts,” he muttered.
Like an obedient lover, she arched her back, her nipples budding into tight nubs. He moaned from deep within his chest and his eyes glistened.
He finally joined her and she swirled her hips against his solid body. “Fuck me, Luther.” The words sounded raw, but she knew what they did to him.
 “Yes, baby. Yes! You know I like it when you’re dirty.”
His ragged, throaty voice sent goosebumps scattering across her trembling skin. She warmed under his perfectly manicured hands that braced her bare shoulders against the polished desktop. His scent drifted under her nose and she inhaled deeply. He wasn’t wearing the cologne she bought him for his birthday. Was he wearing Jasmine…?
“Sofie,” he whispered next to her ear. His fingers touched her knee, taking a slow, heated trail along her inner thigh, closer to the part of her that already dripped wet with need. After seven years together, she still wanted her husband—still craved having him inside of her.
Being here, in his office, naked and sprawled across his financial reports made her adrenaline pump faster. He always stirred her naughty side, awakening her inner temptress. Being caught loomed at the forefront of her mind, but it only encouraged her. The risk made the act more delicious. Who could fault her for wanting to please her man? He liked taking things to the very edge—in business and in pleasure.
The tension in her muscles turned to an ache, desire pounded through her in waves, one after enchanting another. Warmth built like a raging inferno in her core sending her spiraling down a path of mindless hunger. Whimpers fell off her lips and she clung to him, pulling at him in urgency. Lifting her knees higher and wider, she barely registered that she’d knocked something off onto the sixteenth-century Cairene rug.  A stapler maybe? Hopefully not the cup of coffee. She stretched her neck to look past his shoulder, relief spreading over her when she saw the cup on the corner, undisturbed. She knew how much he loved the antique rug.
Mentally shaking her wandering thoughts, she concentrated on the moment.
He placed his hands on the back of her knees and dragged her to the edge of the desk, entering her in one swift thrust. She cried out, but remembered where they were and that only a thin wall separated them from the world. She closed her lips tight to stifle any more outbursts of pleasure.  They didn’t need Sasha storming in.
With her knees high on his back, he pounded her steady and fast. With each prod, he pushed her further up the polished wood, then he braced his hands on her shoulders, holding her steady. He rammed her again and again, his heavy breaths filling the room—filling her ears—as she clawed his shoulders and slick back.
“You like this, baby? Like my cock deep inside of your tight pussy.”
“Yes, Luther! Yes! Take me hard and fast! I’m yours.”
A smile curved his lips and his penetrating eyes dazzled with a magic that made him a skilled lover. He’d only gotten better with age.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and fucked him with her sultry gaze—she’d also perfected lovemaking herself. He groaned and the sound reminded her of a crazed man. He lowered his mouth and kissed her—plunging his tongue inside, hungry and desperate, rolling the tip around the inner recesses. He dragged her tongue in for a gentle suckle that stimulated the invisible strings between her thighs. He pulled back, kissing her chin, neck, and breasts, sucking her tight nipples until she thought she’d scream for mercy.
She raked her fingers down the coiled muscles of his back to his slender waist, stopping at his tight bottom, clenching and unclenching with each movement of his hard body against hers.
“How fast do you want it, baby?” he muttered.
“As fast as you can. Ride me! Ride me hard.”  He liked it dirty—liked it wild and crazy.
His cell phone played the song ‘Hard to Handle’. So that’s what fell to the floor? And when did he change his ringer?
He dragged himself out of her slick opening and she whimpered in complaint. “Roll over,” he demanded.
Beads of sweat layered his forehead and his breathing came in pants. Stress lines surrounded his eyes and mouth. Something was bothering him. Usually sex relaxed him. She stared, wanting to ask what was wrong, but he tapped the desk. She quickly did as he commanded and turned onto her stomach, leaning on her elbows. His hands came to her breasts, squeezing and flicking the nipples. She squinted. He was a little too rough…as if he had a large amount of pent up energy.
He tugged her body down the desk until her heels were on the floor and her ass was high in the air.  He rolled his wet tip along the crease of her ass, lower until he found her opening again, sliding his bare cock deep inside. His weight pressed onto her back, holding her captive against the desk. She couldn’t move as his strides quickened. He wrapped his long fingers around her wrists, stretching her arms high above her head, while his other hand grasped her hip.
“Stick that ass up further,” he demanded as he lifted off of her slightly, allowing her room to shift.
His words sunk into her fuzzy brain cells. She slid her upper body toward the edge and spread her legs wider. He reached deeper inside of her.
He’d taught her how to be wicked, how to bring more pleasure. She squeezed her inner muscles, clutching his shaft with her body and rolling her hips in a figure eight. Controlling the joystick. His groans deepened, became frantic, as his body tensed. Would he come?
He slowed his pace, then stopped. A second passed before he started moving again, stroking her insides with his erection, moving like a man who was nearing release, but maintained control. He built up speed again, fast and furious, his balls slapping the backs of her thighs. Crisp hair tickling her sensitive flesh. The smacking, slurping sounds of sex filled her ears, mixing with his heavy grunts of pleasure, and they were the only two people in the building…in the universe. She couldn’t have heard the door opening and the soft click that followed even if she was listening.
“You. Fucking. Bastard!”
Sofie tensed. Had she heard a female voice? Luther’s growls continued.
“You two-timing, son-of-a-bitch!”
The words penetrated through the cloud surrounding Sofie. Oh shit! They weren’t alone. She lifted her chin and saw her, Luther’s assistant, standing at the head of the desk. Her mouth was twisted and the intensity in her blue eyes shot lasers into Sofie.
She squealed and pushed against Luther’s weight, but his forehead stayed buried in her back and he continued to pound her.
“Luther! Off!”
He groaned and his movements slowed. A huge exhale of heated breath swept across her moistened skin.
The other woman seemed unconcerned about doing the right thing, the expected thing, and getting the hell out.
Sofie moved, struggling to cover her breasts with her hands, but Luther wasn’t moving fast enough. She squirmed, thrashing her hips until he finally dragged his body away from hers. Grabbing her jacket from the floor, she covered her naked body that still quivered. “What the hell are you doing? Get out!” Sofie said through trembling lips.
“Janelle,” her name swept out of Luther’s mouth on the tail of a groan.
The woman didn’t even look at Sofie. Actually, she didn’t even seem to notice her now that she had Luther’s attention. The woman’s eyes were hard and accusing. “You-you jackass!” Her color turned so red it matched her crimson lipstick.
Sofie inhaled sharply. Her brain started to function again as she attempted to wrap her mind around the assistant’s words. Why would Luther’s employee be calling him names? Doesn’t she recognize me? They’d met once at a company party, but had only said a few words in passing. “I’m his wife, Janelle. You need to leave this office at once!” The shaking in Sofie’s voice and her nudity didn’t help with her desire for authority.
Then the younger woman finally took her gaze off Luther. Her tense glare was filled with palpable bitterness and her shoulders were pulled back as if she readied herself to unleash. “I know who you are, you stupid woman!”
Sofie swallowed the acid taste building in her throat. She looked at her husband who was casually slipping into his slacks. He was still breathing hard and his face remained flushed. He looked like he’d aged ten years. Zipping his pants over his still hard erection, one corner of his mouth glided into a smile.
A smile? Sofie cringed. “What’s going on here?” she asked him.
He didn’t look at her, but continued to tug on his shirt.

“Do you really not know what’s going on?” Janelle wrapped her arms around her waist as her mouth turned into an arrogant smirk. “Wow, you’re right, Luther. She is as clueless as a doe.”

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017


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?

Sunday, August 13, 2017



SEVERAL ICED TEAS, elephant ears, and cheeseburgers later, Pippa dragged the sexy cowboy into the elevator and pushed him up against the mirrored wall, planting kisses on his jaw, his neck, and the top of his chest. She’d been wanting to do this all day. He’d given her enough heated looks and subtle touches that she was about to explode.
He sucked in a deep breath, threading his fingers in her hair. “Now what did you say your name is?”

She pulled back slightly, looking at him through the veil of her lashes. “Seriously?”


Five brothers. One ranch. Hold on...things are about to get rough and dirty.

Roman Jericho, and his brothers, are known in Texas for their striking good looks and skill as ranchers--among other things that keep the ladies hot on their tails. The last thing Roman wants, or needs, is another marriage that ends with an empty bank account and bed so he steers clear.

Relationship Guru, Pippa Wilder, is at the top of her career. Two bestselling, self-help books and speaking engagements all over the country, she offers advice that saves marriages. But if only her fans knew how upside down her own love life is. Relationship after relationship fizzled. When she sees tall, strapping, and handsome stroll into the lobby at the Vegas casino, she drops all logic into the slot, pulls the lever and watches her life spin in front of her. She's lost in smoky blue eyes and callused hands--and that husky Texas twang.

After falling in lust, they do something real crazy. They find themselves drunk on hormones, standing before an Elvis impersonator getting hitched. When all hell breaks loose in the media, to save her career Pippa must save her marriage.

Roman has always been the 'go-with-the-flow' type so when his 'wife' shows up on his ranch needing his help he's more than willing to oblige--especially if it means they'll be husband and wife in every way. He's got it bad for the petite, spitfire and can't seem to get enough. 

Finding themselves smack-dab in the spotlight and on the cover of trash magazines, Roman isn't sure he's cut out to be in the public eye--he wants his wife, but he refuses to be called Mr. Pippa Wilder. Roman realizes it's time to make a choice...or take the lead. This could be fun, or very messy.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

#sixsentencesunday--sneaky peek at Weston's Trouble


Hey, y'all! How are you on this fine Sunday morning?

I want to give you all a sneak peek at my WIP, Weston's Trouble (#3, Saddles & Second Chances). Look for this cowboy releasing this month!

What the hell? She’d flagged him down and now she came off with an attitude.
She dragged off her cap and sunglasses, showing off pale blue eyes surrounded by smudged macascar and long, thick lashes. Her surprised gaze met his and he almost swallowed his tongue.

His heart beat slammed against his ribs and it took him a good three seconds to regain his composre. Grabbing his hat from the passenger seat, he smashed it to his head as he climbed out of the driver’s door, still staring at the woman. “Well, I’ll be damned. If it ain’t Hudini’s sister. Sammie Tanner.”
By her shell-shocked expression, they were both thrown for a loop. She recovered, giving him a a grin that showed off nice white teeth as she brazenly moved her slanted gaze from his hat to his boots and back up slowly. “This is certainly a surprise. Last person I expected to see was the Wes Jericho.”
“Are you really that surprised considering Second Chance is only three miles that way?” He jerked his head in the direction.

With a roll of her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe I should rephrase that. You were the last person I wanted to see.”

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