Friday, December 4, 2015

2015 Hottest Cowboy: Day 3

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We will be taking nominations Dec. 2-7 from YOU, the readers.  Then on the 8-9th, we will have a run-off vote between the cowboys who received the top 10 most nominations.  So be sure to come back each day to nominate.

Each day, we will promos from our Grand Prize packages.  Each time you nominate/vote for a cowboy, you get an entry into the random drawing.  Come back Dec. 10 to see who won the coveted titled of
Hottest Cowboy

The two Grand Prize packages will be offered. Come back each day to re-nominate and to see more information about these books.  

Grand Prize A

Natalie Alder - an ecopy of Crewel Work 
Elizabeth Otto - $20 Amazon gift card 
Sable Hunter - Kindle copies of Texas Wildfire and Texas C.H.A.O.S
  Victoria Vane - signed paperback: SLOW HAND
Randi Alexander - paperback of Jackson: Sons of Dusty Walker
Cara Covington - $20 Strandbucks gc  
Cat Johnson - signed paperbacks: One Night With a Cowboy & Midnight Ride
Elle James - signed paperback Heir to Murder

Grand Prize B 
 Tina Donahue - 3 ebooks from backlist of 25 titles
Desiree Holt - Naked Cowboys mug & tote, $25 AMZ gc

Victoria Saccenti - signed paperback of Destiny's Plan & swag
Victoria Vane - 3 signed paperbacks: SLOW HAND, ROUGH RIDER, SHARP SHOOTIN’ COWBOY
Donna Michaels - $10 AMZ gc
Sahara Roberts - $10 Amazon Gift Card
Sabrina York  - ecopy from backlist
Heather Rainier - an e-copy of Tangled in Divine and a swag bag

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Day 1:  Donna Michaels, Sable Hunter

Day 2: Cara Covington, Heather Rainier, Victoria Vane

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Rori and Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker
by Randi Alexander

Jackson Walker is anxious about spending a whole week in Red Creek, Kansas with his newly-discovered brothers. Will they be able to work as a team at the company they inherited from their dad? Can they even be in the same room together without getting into a dust-up?

What he has no concerns about, however, is the woman he’s fallen crazy in love with, sexy, quirky computer engineer Rori Hughes. But that changes when her family comes to town with an offer she can’t refuse. Jackson is more confused than he’s ever been in his life, including the day when he’d been just fifteen and learned his father had a wife—who was not Jackson’s mother.

Rori has major decisions to make, and she can feel Jackson backing away from her as he finds too many commitments that keep him away from town and out of her arms. His frequent nightmares concern her, but even more disturbing is the strange woman in town who has been talking with Jackson, and going out of her way to avoid Rori.

As fall turns into winter, and the holidays quickly approach, will Jackson and Rori find a way around their suspicions and insecurities or will there be separate and heartbroken Christmases for each of them?

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Back in her truck, driving down the alley behind her store/apartment, Rori concentrated on sorting out the puzzle. A woman? Someone young enough to be his sister? Who could that have been?

Lights shone from the windows of the apartment above her store. Jackson was home. The thought made her heart gallop, and her breath come faster.

She pulled into her parking spot, not seeing Jackson’s work truck, figuring he’d left it at the office of D. Walker Mineral Company, across the street and down a few blocks. While everyone knew they were cohabiting, they still tried to keep their personal comings and goings private.

She looked in the mirror and smoothed her hair, blinked at the excitement in her eyes, and grabbed her bag of gear and the box of cheese. In seconds, she was in the back stairwell, running up to see her cowboy.

The door at the top swung open and he grabbed her as she reached the landing. “Darlin’.” His low voice reverberated through her.

She dropped the box of cheese and bag of gear as he pulled her against him. Hot and firm, his body welcomed her home. She ran her fingers through his dark brown hair, loving how it’d grown a little long and curled around her knuckles. “Jackson. I missed you.” She looked deep into his inky-blue eyes.

“I missed you, too. A whole lot.”

He’d missed her? She let out a long, decadent sigh. In her chest, that lovely ache formed again. How had she gotten so lucky to have found this perfect, sexy, kind, hunk of man? What did she need to do to make him happy, and keep him here? The anxious thought cooled her enthusiasm a little. She couldn’t dwell on that or she’d go crazy.

His hand smoothed along her back and cupped her butt cheek. “I wish you could come with me more often.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Work had been so busy, she’d needed to put in hours on weekends and evenings. She needed help, but ironically, didn’t have time to interview anyone. “I will soon. Things slow down a little in the fall.”

A buzzer went off in the kitchen. “Perfect timing.” He kissed her and set her loose, walked into the kitchen and opened the oven. “I made supper.”

She picked up the box of cheese and followed him in. “You’re the best…roommate I’ve ever had.” She stumbled over the word roommate, not sure exactly what to call him, not sure exactly what they were to each other. No matter what the technical term for their situation was, she loved how he enjoyed cooking. Finally, her oven was being used for something other than heating a frozen pizza.

Jackson stopped moving and gave her the stink-eye. “Roommate, huh? Is that all I am to you?” He pulled a pan of some kind of pasta and red sauce from the oven.

She started unloading the cheese into the dairy drawer in the refrigerator, feeling unsettled with the direction of the conversation. “No. You’re one heck of a boss, too.”

He smacked her butt as she giggled. Jackson owned the company that her business, Cyber Wise, contracted with. “Boss? Roommate?” He pulled her back against his body and leaned around her, pawing through the different kinds of cheeses. “Sounds like we need to have a conversation about our roles in this relationship.” Reaching lower on the door, he took out the grated Parmesan. “And what kinds of cheese we like.”

She closed the refrigerator door, excitement at his proclamation—about the relationship roles, not the cheese preferences—making her heart race. She wouldn’t push him, though. “I couldn’t say no to the cheese. It’s from a customer. And I dropped off about fifteen pounds with Lexie already.”

He kissed her neck and stepped back, sliding a cookie sheet of sliced Italian bread into the oven. “That’s nice of you.”

She remembered what Lexie had told her about the woman at the motel. Taking a breath, Rori tested the subject. “What time did you get back to Red Creek?”

“Early. Around nine, I think.” He tasted some of the pasta, then poured two glasses of red wine.

She accepted a glass from him and leaned back on the counter. “What did you do all day?”

He shrugged. “The usual. Showed my face at work, autographed some paperwork on the lines where Abby told me to sign.” Tapping his glass on hers, he winked. “Boring, but it’s the usual.”

She sipped her wine. No mention of a young woman at the motel? Was it work-related? Personal? Whatever the lady’s reason for being in town—and in her cowboy’s truck—was evidently none of Rori’s business. The thought gave her anxiety a boost. “Okay, I need to change, and take a quick shower.” She set down her glass and sniffed her shirtsleeve. “I smell like cheese.”

With a wicked smile, Jackson put his glass on the counter and pulled the tray of bread from the oven, setting it on top of the cold burners. “Need some help with that?”

A wild race of desire centered down in her belly. She held up a hand to stop him and backed out of the room, grinning. “Now, wait a minute, boss.”

He stalked her, unbuckling his belt and pulling his shirt out of his jeans. “Boss?”

“Roommate?” She glanced back to make sure she didn’t run into the wall, and pulled her T-shirt off over her head.

“Let’s call it what it is.” He whipped his shirt off over his head then dropped his jeans and walked out of them, not missing a step. “Official cheese-smell remover.”

Randi is giving away a copy of Book 1:  Jackson in the Grand Prize basket.

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 New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Randi Alexander knows a modern woman dreams of an alpha cowboy who takes the reins, and guarantees they’re rode hard and put up satisfied.

Published with Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and self-published, Randi writes smokin' hot romance with heroes who'll have you begging to ride off into the sunset with them. When she's not dreaming of, or writing about, rugged cowboys, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical rock-band.

Forever an adventurous spirit with a naughty imagination, Randi is also family oriented and married to the best guy in the world, her own cowboy, Kick. Give in to the allure of erotic passion, strong but vulnerable heroines, and irresistibly seductive cowboys, as Randi's emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless with passion.

Saddle up! And prepare yourself for the sexier side of happily ever after.

 Randi Alexander

"Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"


Come & Get Your Love
by Tina Donahue

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Their desire wasn’t supposed to be real…

With millions willed to her in an incentive trust, Lissa can get the dough to start her own country music label when she meets one of the no-contest clauses. Namely, reach middle age in twenty years, work in the hated family business for a decade, or marry someone not in the music biz.

Marriage it is, at least for a year to satisfy her greedy brother who wants the inheritance.

Enter Cass, a hot Texas rancher who dampens Lissa’s panties. With a pile of medical bills from his brother’s accident, Cass agrees to wed Lissa. She’s sweet to look at, surprisingly pleasant for an Atlanta debutante, and makes his jeans feel tight as hell despite their no-sex contract.

Uh-huh. The devil’s in the details. Longing gazes turn to tender intimacy and wild nights with pretend feeling all too real.

Damn shame it may be too late with her brother gunning for them both.


“Neck hurt?” he asked.
She stopped kneading her aching muscles, but couldn’t lie. “A little.”
He put down his drink without tasting it. “Lie down. I’ll massage it.” He went to the bed and pulled away the down comforter.
She regarded the white satin sheets. “Wonder where they get linens to fit that thing.”
Cass smiled. “Beats me. I’d say the bed’s more for contortionists than regular people.”
Lissa snickered, grateful they’d broken the tension. “No kidding.” She padded to the bed. “Should I lie on my belly?”
“Depends where you hurt.” He eased his hand between her hair and the robe, gently touching her neck with his fingertips. “Here?”
Her legs went watery at the gently pressure of his hand. “Uh-uh.”
Damn. Her shoulder shot up with the pain.
“On your belly,” he said.
Lissa knelt on the bed and fell forward.
“Jesus Christ,” he blurted. “Didn’t that hurt?”
“It’s worse if I bend anything.”
“Does that mean you’re going to have trouble getting back up?”
Lissa wasn’t certain how to answer that so she hedged. “Why?”
“You might have to take off your robe so I can find your neck.”
Groaning, she rolled over, undid the tie, then rolled back onto her belly. “Can you just pull it off me?”
Cass did, his touch extra gentle, his breathing barely controlled. “Ready?” he rasped.
For just about everything, even as desire and fear continued to war within her. She touched the back of her neck. “Here’s where it hurts worse.”
The mattress jiggled with Cass’ weight, but his touch was exquisitely light as he brushed her hair to the side, then kneaded her muscles.
A sigh spilled past her lips as he eased away the pain, little by little. Minutes later, Lissa was finally relaxed. She stretched her arms over her head, parted her legs widely, and moaned in pleasure.
“Better?” he murmured.
“Good.” He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms until he touched her fingers.
Without thinking, Lissa laced them through his, holding him.
Neither of them moved. Lissa was pretty damn certain they’d both stopped breathing too.
A sound of raw male need finally poured from Cass. He lowered his mouth to her neck, his breath skipping across it, his achingly soft lips pressed to her.
Her toes curled at the hot, wet sweep of his tongue on her skin. She lost what little resistance she’d had, his kiss warming her inside and out.
After easing his hands from hers, he turned Lissa over and covered her body with his, capturing her mouth, filling her with his tongue. When he slipped the strap past her shoulder and down her arm, wanting tore through Lissa, crashing in waves so fierce, she pushed her fingers through his silky hair and arched her back, giving herself to him. Her areola puckered in the room’s coolish air, the tip hardening even more at the brush of his calloused palm, his fingers squeezing her breast.
A rush of moisture dampened Lissa’s soft folds. Cass’ shaft grew harder against her, his kiss fiercer. With one hand beneath her head, he held her still so he could own her mouth. Then he lifted the edge of her gown, easing it up until he’d exposed her legs and pussy.
Lissa’s thoughts spun out of control at his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh to her delicate curls. He tugged at them playfully, then sought her damp entrance, finding her clit.
She gasped at the stunning sensations pulsing through her. Her body surrendered to pleasure even as her mind began to rebel, desire warring with fear, good sense battling with need.
Cass teased her nub, generating indescribable sensations as he deepened their kiss. With his knees, he pushed her legs wider. Her body responded wantonly, wanting more even as a wish repeated itself in her heart like a well-loved melody.
If only he loved her.
He didn’t. This was a deal born of desperate financial need for him and a soul-deep longing within her—the chance to create something beautiful in a world that had always seemed so heartless and cold.
Remembering that, Lissa pressed her hands to his chest and pulled her mouth from his. “Cass, no,” she panted.
He suckled her neck.
Breathing hard, he finally lifted his head, his gaze unfocused, thick with lust.
The same that Lissa felt but had to fight, protecting her heart. “No.”
He blinked as if coming out of a trance, then pulled his hand from between her thighs, his fingers slick with her moisture, proof of her desire. He couldn’t have looked more confused.
Lissa didn’t know what to say. Now wasn’t the time to tell him she didn’t believe in casual sex, not even with her own husband. Laughter bubbled in her throat while tears stung her eyes.
He stared. “Lissa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do anything. I thought…” Not finishing, he rolled off her and left the bed. He was at the wet bar, downing a shot of whiskey when she moved past.
“Whoa.” He cuffed her wrist and frowned at the pillow wedged under her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Sleeping in the tub. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she added quickly. “You thought exactly what you should have. This isn’t fair to you.”
Cass shook his head. More of his dark locks spilled loose, grazing his eyebrows, making her weak with wanting. “You’re not spending the night in the tub.”
“I have to. You won’t fit in it.”
He laughed. “You’re right, I won’t.” Sobering quickly, he took a deep breath and spoke on a sigh, “We have a year of this to face, so we sure as hell better start getting used to it tonight. We’ll both use the bed.” He grabbed the bottle of vodka and slapped it into her hand. “If I try anything in my sleep, just hit me over the head with that.”
She threw it to the side. “I’m sorry for what happened. Not because it happened but because of the circumstances surrounding it. You deserve better.”
He made a face. “And you don’t?”
“I can handle it.”
He glared. “I can’t?”
“That’s not what I meant. I—”
“It’s okay.” Breathing hard, he cradled the side of her face in his hand. “Just go to bed. I’ll be there directly.”
She glanced at the wet bar.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to get drunk.”
“I know. I was thinking about doing that myself.”
He laughed. “God, woman, you’re a handful.”
Her cheeks warmed at his teasing. She murmured, “You’re an honorable man, Cass.”
He dropped his hand. “Go to bed, please.”
Lissa didn’t move. “Which side of the mattress do you prefer?”
“The middle?”
She laughed. “I’ll take the right if that’s okay.”
“Fine. Whatever you want.”
“No, I want you to be comfortable too. If you prefer something else, let me know. Do you have a double bed on the ranch? Do you sleep in the middle of it?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, his biceps bulging with that small move, the dark hair in his pit peeking out, making Lissa nuts.
She swallowed. “Come on, tell me. How do you usually sleep?”
“In the nude.”


I’m an Amazon and international bestselling author in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Decadent, Luminosity, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

You can check me out here – yes, I am everywhere!  J

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Winner gets three of my backlist ebooks from this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire - Four and a Half Stars - The Jeep Diva
16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times
18. Seven Sensuous Days – 4 Stars – Long & Short Reviews
19. Stolen Desire – 4 Stars – Romantic Times
20. Taking Eve – What to read after FSOG and Story of O
21. This Time When We Touch – Erotic Paranormal
22. Carnal Takeover – BDSM
23. Wicked Takeover – Erotic Contemporary
24. Intimate Details – Menage
25. Freeing the Beast – Readers’ Choice Award


Destiny's Plan
by Victoria Saccenti


When Raquelita Muro and Matthew Buchanan meet by chance on a Greyhound bus between Texas and Tallahassee, neither suspects Fate is about to take over.

Raquelita, a gentle girl under the heel of her abusive mother, finds this kind young man a miracle.  Matthew and idealistic young soldier, discovers this sweet-natured girl is an angel in need of a guardian.  However, the next stop on Matthew's journey is Fort Benning to report for deployment to Vietnam, while Raquelita's destination is set at her mother's whim.  Regardless of the forces tearing them apart, they discover a way to secretly span the distance, to end up closer than ever.  But Fate is rarely kind.  The vagaries of war —and the unstable tempers of Raquelita's mother—intervene, leaving both ill-fated lovers feeling there is no hope for their love.

Set in the turbulent era of the Vietnam War, Raquelita's and Matthew's story is one of love, loss, lost faith, shattered memoirs, deferred dreams and broken promises.  Will Fate tear apart these two damaged souls, leaving them desperately alone forever, or will they finally overcome Fate, their bond stronger than they ever thought possible?


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Goodreads reviews.
“My favorite part of this historical romance novel is that it explores so many different types of love. Young love, unrequited love, mature love, free love, familial love. It also explores duty, to your country, your family, your loved one, and to your own self. The Vietnam War, a time of epic social upheaval, is the perfect setting for this exploration as Raquelita and her family are faced with changes, both within and outside their family. Is a chance meeting on a bus part of Destiny's Plan, and if so, what is that plan?

Get swept up in the winds of change as one twist after the other leaves you wondering what the ultimate outcome will be.”

“You will be absorbed into this story on so many levels. The innocent and instant connection between Raquelita and Matthew is as real as anyone that has be blessed with love at first sight and will make believers out of others.

The first novel from the talented Victoria Saccenti Author, transports you to another time, when the country was discovering the awareness of love, life and the world.
This story is a definite must have for anyone that appreciates a well-written story, will fully developed characters, riveting story plots, and a romance that your heart and mind will not forget.”

About the Author.

Victoria Saccenti is a world traveler born in Havana, Cuba. She attended the University of Puerto Rico, and is a contributor to The Ultimate Guide to Dorothy Dunnett’s THE GAME OF KINGS, by Laura Caine Ramsey. She is a member of the RWA and AWFA, an active moderator at the Outlander Book Club (, She lives in Orlando, Florida with her husband, but hopes, one day, to relocate to the Highlands of Scotland.

Victoria Saccenti writes Women’s Fiction and Generational Sagas.  Her debut novel Destiny’s Plan, takes place during the 1960’s and the Vietnam War, a turbulent era, when the nation lost its innocence, and established traditions tumbled under the pressure of political upheaval and social rebellion.  In Destiny’s Plan, Raquelita and Matthew, two young people from very different cultures, meet and fall in love at first sight, but the obstacles ahead promise a difficult journey and Destiny will always have the final word.




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  1. Chris Potter - Tangled in Divine - Heather Rainier

  2. I love the Divine series, and Chris Potter from Tangled in Divine was a very hot cowboy.

  3. How can we pick just one? Today's choice is Austin from Where There's Smoke by Becky McGraw. :)

  4. Chris Potter - Tangled in Divine - Heather Rainier