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.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

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Urban's Rush

Presley bent back her head and laughed. He liked the melodic sound and the way several strands of hair had loosened from the messy bun and had fallen around her pale cheeks. Lowering his gaze, he could see the outline of her nipples through the wet T-shirt and his cock twitched. The last thing he needed was a hard on for a woman he couldn’t stand. Not one bit. Maybe just a bit, proof in the way his zipper stretched.
“I haven’t had sex in so long I’m beginning to think my parts are growing together.” Presley sighed. “At least I’ll get something from marriage.”
“Then maybe you should look for a man with a big di—”

Weston's Trouble
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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.
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Excerpt: New Cowboy


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?

“Dad! I can’t wait. I have a dead goldfish here.”
“You are ‘dad’? To a child?” Her heart squeezed. Why hadn’t she heard this tidbit of information? But then again, who would tell her? Getting any information from her dad was like wrestling a bear.
“Well, she’s not a parrot. Here, come on in.” He took a step back. “You don’t get freaked out by dead things, do you?”
She gave her head a quick shake. “No.”
“Dad! He’s going to rot before we flush him.” A little girl popped around Wes’s side. She had a head full of wild and wavy dark hair and bright blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Sammie’s heart warmed. She looked a lot like him and seeing the resemblance made this all suddenly very real. She wore a pink shirt that hung down one shoulder with a large gold heart emblazoned on the front and jeans that were a tad too short for her. From the worn knees and dirty thighs, Sammie guessed these were her play clothes. Although it had been a good twenty years since she had been in the dirt playing, she loved to see that the little girl didn’t mind getting dirty either.
 “Hi,” the little girl muttered.
“My name is Brie. What’s yours?”
“Oh, Brie, huh?” She gave Wes a narrowed eye. Had he intentionally made Sammie believe Brie was a woman? “I’m Sammie. Or Sam. Whichever you prefer.”
“That’s a boy’s name.”
“Brie,” Wes patted the girl on the shoulder.
“Sorry. I only meant that I know a boy named Sam. He’s in my class. I’m in kindergarten.” Brie’s cheeks flushed.
“It’s okay. I blamed my parents for years that they wanted a boy and not a girl. However, I’ve found that the name is unique and I like it.”
 “I know how to spell it. S-A-M.” The little girl seemed to forget that she had a dead fish in her net.
“Yes, you’re right. Do you spell your name B-R-I-E?”
 “Who was I named after, dad? The cheese that’s all melty?”
“No, you weren’t named after cheese. You know you were named after your great grandma.” He chuckled and tousled her thick hair.
Sammie laughed. She bet the girl was a handful and she seemed exceptionally smart. Of course, she would be. The Jerichos weren’t only sexy, but were also intelligent.
“This is Fred. Dead Fred.” The little girl held up the net that dripped water, showing off the orange fish with bulging, blank eyes.
“Yes, I see. What happened to Fred?”

Brie shrugged and the neck of the shirt slid another inch off her shoulder. “I probably overfed him. Daddy warned me just a pinch of food.” She held up two fingers and measured. “Like putting pepper on my food. A pinch is different for everyone I suppose because daddy pours that stuff on.”