Sunday, December 6, 2015

2015 Hottest Cowboy: Day 5

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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

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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Harland County Series/Book 6: Tanner
by Donna Michaels


“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


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?


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.


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.


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.
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. 
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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