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Two Grand Prize packages will be offered. Come back each day to re-nominate and to see more information about these books.
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
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
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
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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Nominees
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HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY
Harland County Series/Book 6: Tanner
by Donna Michaels
Harland County Series/Book 6: Tanner
by Donna Michaels
Review:
“Warning** this book deals with Alzheimer's...keep tissue nearby. Alzheimer's is such a cruel disease, taking our loved ones before they die. It is dealt lovingly but with strength. The love story is a surprise return of a one night stand and then interwoven, it is doubly hot as both learn to deal with life, death and love. Love this series. No wonder Donna' s books are my favorite rereads!!” ~Karn, Amazon Reader
“It was an excellent love story. It was hot and the characters were great. It was a well written story and I am looking forward to getting the rest of the Harland County Series. Donna Michaels just keeps putting out great books. You know you will get a great story. A quick read. I encourage you to get this book you won't regret it.” ~Elaine, Amazon Reader
BLURB:
Cowboy
Tanner Hathaway, part time firefighter and National Guardsman, is great at
volunteering his time, never his heart, but when his Pocono one-nighter shows
up in Texas to help a friend, sparks ignite a flame neither of them expect. Can
the county’s bad boy, convinced the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting
for, or will she leave before he has the courage to volunteer his heart?
EXCERPT:
He shoved a hand through his hair and eyed the
entrance.
Leave, idiot.
She’d told him what he’d wanted to hear. Admitted his performance had been memorable. Restored
his mancard. They’d left things in a good place. It was time to get on the damn
bike and ride away. Hell, he’d done it a dozen times in the past.
Leaving was smart. He strode to his Harley because he
always played it smart and cool.
But, this time, it was different. This time, he’d seen
deep pain and remorse in the woman’s eyes. This time, it mattered. She
mattered.
Dammit.
Muttering a curse, he pivoted around and marched back
into the Pub to find the dining room cleaned and Gwen putting away the cleaning
supplies.
“Need any help?” he asked, hiding a smile when she
squeaked and turned to face him, hand to her throat in a déjà vu from the
kitchen.
“Tanner!” She blinked. “Jeez, you scared me. Again.
What do I have to do? Put a damn bell around your neck?”
He chuckled. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I came
back in to see how you were doing.”
She stiffened, and her expression closed right before
his eyes. “Things are good. Just finished cleaning up, now I need to tackle
some chores to get things ready for the kitchen staff and set up crew that’s
due in an hour.”
“I wasn’t talking about the restaurant, Gwen,” he said
quietly, stopping right in front of her. “I was asking about you.”
“Me?” She frowned. “I’m fine.”
Did the woman think he was blind? “Fine my ass. You’re
shaking.”
Her chin rose. “Because you bug me. I don’t like to be
bugged,” she said, and made to walk around him.
He stepped closer, blocking her path. “Gwen.”
“Don’t you have a fire to put out or a cat to rescue
or something?”
Now, she was frowning at his throat, refusing to meet
his gaze because she no doubt knew he’d read the bullshit. Lord knew, he’d thrown
enough of it during his youth. Due to that experience, he was a qualified human
bullshit meter.
“Gwen. Look at me.”
To help, he crooked a finger under her chin and gently
tugged until she finally met his gaze.
Ah, hell.
She slayed him. Her big, blue eyes were full of
determination and grit that didn’t quite mask the vulnerability and pain
lurking beneath.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her close, unwilling to
dissect the relief flowing through his veins when she offered no protest and
burrowed deep.
Tanner knew he’d just crossed a line, a line he never
even approached in the past. One that separated his emotions from his sexual
liaisons. But right now, the distressed beauty and whatever haunted her, making
her shake in his arms, was more important than his damn comfort zone.
“It’s all right, darlin’. It’s okay,” he told her,
stroking her back as she clung tight.
Whatever bothered her had to be pretty big to get
through her tough skin. He recognized a kindred spirit when he saw one. A
master at holding things in and only showing the world what she thought the
world wanted to see, keeping her fears and hopes to herself so they would never
be crushed.
Because at one time, they had been.
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Lassoed by a Dom
Rawhide, 7
by Desiree Holt
Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM club north of
San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in
carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its
well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom
and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.
Blurb:
Just for an instant their
gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find
that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A
born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso
he'd held in his hand.
Jake Keenan had never
forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d
give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that
one brief glimpse?
Then Fate threw them
together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub
relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit,
much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside down and
showed both of them what’s really important.
Excerpt:
Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the
image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in
Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate word
because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after
the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that
exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he
intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding
her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the
incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the
image of him etched in her mind.
The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less
than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No
matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was
really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory,
the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could
still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from
the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his
punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she
could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who
almost got to talk to me.
Dumb, Trish.
Really dumb.
Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy.
Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed
a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now
she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for
the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family
would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out
of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.
Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at
the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this
point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d
discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a
little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out
at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide
porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if
there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in
small doses when she could.
She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought
to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the
reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good
long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing?
She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one
thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and
then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why
would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came
along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?
She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her
except when—
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