1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
First – My Mom. She isn’t alive anymore and I wish I could spend a few more hours with her. She died unexpectedly and I miss her a lot.
Second – Jude Deveraux. I would love to pick her brain on her character development of the hero in a Knight in Shining Armor.
Third - 
2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
I am inspired by many people including the nurses I worked with over the years including my older sister. She’s been a nurse for many years. I am also inspired by the patients I have the privilege of caring for on a daily basis. For some, it’s a constant fight to get better, but for others it is a fight to maintain their lives in a manner they remember. That’s humbling.
3. How would your best friend describe you?
Fun, but also driven. I am constantly doing something, but as I get older I find myself slowing down and taking the time to appreciate what I have.
4. How do you handle criticism?
We all hate to be criticized, but for me it is a learning experience. As long as the person doing the criticizing is giving me good feedback that I can use to grow, then I’m good.
5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
Love what you are doing – don’t write a genre just for the money
Be humble – there were dozens before you who did well and there will be dozens after you. Remember the readers – they put you where you are.
6. What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
Strength – I guess it would be my willingness to help others
Weakness – Cotton Candy (LOL)
7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
It depends on what I’m writing. If it’s a sex scene, I like quiet so I can put myself in the scene as I am writing it. If it’s other plot points, then I can usually work anywhere.
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
I don’t remember, but my favorite romance is Knight in Shining Armor. I just loved how Jude Deveraux did that one and at the time, time travel was popular. You could almost believe it was possible to do.
9. Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
I read and I spend time with my animals. I have 4 horses, 3 dogs, and 2 cats and they are a needy bunch.
10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
The last book I wrote was for Ruth Cardello’s Love Star Burn and it was called Lost Soul. Funny, I related more to the hero than the heroine in that one because he was sent to prison for a murder he didn’t commit. No I haven’t committed murder, but he was so lost when he finally got out of prison and went home, he wasn’t sure what to do. He was bent on revenge to find out who framed him at first. When he ran into his old friend’s sister, revenge wasn’t as important anymore. Reconnecting with her took a front seat. He had to reconcile himself to the fact that he wasn’t a good person in prison and he wasn’t good enough for her anymore.

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Brock Callahan has spent the last fifteen years in federal prison for a murder he didn’t commit. Hardened beyond redemption, he heads back to Bard Texas to find the person who framed him only to run into the one woman he hasn’t been able to forget. Today, his world began to turn again.

Libby Reynolds loved and lost at the tender age of sixteen when the man of her dreams was tried and convicted of murder. Unable to believe he could ever hurt someone, she’s always held out the hope that someday he would come back to her. That day is today.

Can Brock and Libby find their way back to each other when the truth is revealed? Murder, lies, and broken hearts are the name of the game when the sun sets and the web of corruption is exposed.


Rain pelted him like icy fingers as he tugged his hat lower on his face. He didn’t have a jacket and his clothes were soaked clear through.

Heavy wind blew the rain sideways in front of him. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning flashed, illuminating the neighborhood in an eerie glow.

A small light lit the window in the top story of the house he stared at from the shadows.

Libby’s place.

He should never have come here.

He turned to leave, but before he could take two steps, he turned back toward the two-story house across the street. It totally fit the Libby he’d known. White with yellow trim, a long porch wrapped around the front with two rockers strategically placed so she could sit and watch everything go by, and pretty flowerbeds in the front.

A shadow moved across the window, outlining her for a moment before she turned the light out and the house went dark.

Is she alone?

Thoughts of her tormented him as he remembered the feel of her mouth beneath his, the way she moaned when he took her nipple in his mouth, and how soft her skin was under his hands. She’d been perfect, all curves and valleys just waiting for him to explore. At sixteen, she hadn’t fully filled out yet, but she’d been everything he’d wanted. All he could think about now was being buried in her sweet heat again.

The door opened on the house before she stepped out onto the porch, a glass of wine in her hand. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come over here and get out of the rain?”

She’d known he was there the whole time.

Unable to stop his feet, he crossed the street and moved up the concrete walk until he stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the porch. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“But you are.” She took a seat in one of the rockers. “Come on up.”

His feet felt like lead weights as he took the two steps up to the porch. Water dripped from his clothes, pooling at his feet.

“You’re a mess, Brock.”

“I know.”

She climbed to her feet before pulling open the screen door and ushering him inside. “Take off those clothes so I can throw them in the dryer. Do you have anything else to wear?”


She made a tsking sound as she went through a doorway adjacent to the living room and returned a moment later with a big, fluffy towel. “Here. You can wrap up in this for now. I think I have a few things of Lee’s that might fit you.” She handed him the towel and took his wet hat. “The bathroom is through there.”

He went into the small room, flicked on the light, and glanced around. It wasn’t fancy or anything. Homey. Black and white subway tile lined the walls about halfway up, with the top part of the wall stark white. The sink was white as well, with a dark cabinet beneath. A silver framed oval mirror hung over the sink, reflecting his face back at him. He didn’t like what he saw. His hair was shaggy, lying in wet strands on his collar. His eyes looked dark and haunted to him, something he knew his soul could relate to. The t-shirt he wore lay plastered to his chest, his jeans were soaked through as well, and would be hell to get off his hips. At least my feet are dry. He toed off his boots, leaving them near the sink.

“Brock? Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah. I’ll be out in a second.”

He pushed the wet jeans to the floor before picking them up and tossing them into the bottom of the shower to his left. At least there, they wouldn’t leave a puddle. The t-shirt came next as well as his socks.

“Would you like some hot coffee? I have some already made.”

“Sure. That sounds good.” He heard her steps fade further away from the door as he wrapped the green towel around his waist. Luckily, it was big enough it would hide his cock at least in its flaccid state. Hopefully, I won’t be sporting a hard-on in the next hour while my clothes dry.

The smell of coffee permeated the room when he pulled open the door. He hadn’t had a good cup for a long time. The crap they called coffee in the pen sucked.

“How do you take it?”

“Black is fine.”

A few moments later, she came around the corner to his left carrying a white mug in her hands. All the saliva in his mouth dried up the instant he laid eyes on her.

The light behind her illuminated every curve of her body beneath the huge t-shirt she wore, making him acutely aware she had nothing on under it. “Holy fuck,” he whispered.

“Something wrong?”

He cleared his throat, willing his sudden erection to deflate. God help me. “Uh, no.” He turned quickly, so she wouldn’t see his cock standing straight up under the edge of the towel, and made his way to the couch. Down boy!

She put the mug down on the table and stepped back. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to throw your clothes in the dryer.”

“Uh, sure.”

He could hear her puttering around in the bathroom as she grabbed his clothes. I should have done that. She came out, turned right, and walked down the hall to what he assumed was the laundry room. A few seconds later, he heard the dryer turn on.

“There. They should be dry in about an hour. Jeans take longer than cotton.” She took the overstuffed chair next to the far end of the couch from him, folding her legs up under her as she sat. “Are you going to tell me why you were standing outside in this monsoon?”

He blew out a breath and said, “I really don’t know, Libby.”

******** GIVEAWAY********
What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Open for 24 hours-prize is an ebook of Lost Soul.


I have always been accident prone. I can fool around and get in trouble at the drop of a hat. Especially when I’m focused on a project – like I always am. This past week, I finished GODSEND and have BECAUSE I SAID SO on the verge of completing. I also did a lot of walking and pulled a muscle in my leg. Since I’m such a hypochondriac anyway, it doesn’t take much for me to dwell on an ache or pain. Especially when the lights go out. So, I purchased something my folks used to use - ICY HOT - a liniment type salve that gets really hot upon application and makes your muscles feel better. My dad used to believe in horse liniment, but that’s like using an industrial cleaner rather than dishwashing liquid – overkill. Interestingly enough, the ICY HOT comes in a little squeeze bottle now. When I bought it, I looked at it and wondered when they quit making it in a squeeze tube…
ANYWAY, the other night, I was very tired. I’d worked all day, I’d gone out and stayed way past my bedtime, so when I crashed for the night – I crashed. But before I did, I put some of the ICY HOT on my knee and did my other night time rituals which always includes my allergy nose spray since I’ve been addicted to that since time immemorial, I keep the bottle next to my bed and during the night if I get stuffed up, I reach for it automatically – in my sleep almost. 
WELL, this is where the disaster began. In my sleep, when I got stuffy, I reached for my bottle of nose spray and used it. 
Imagine my surprise – my horror – to realize I hadn’t used the nose spray, I squirted ICY HOT up my nose. Let me tell you, friend, my nasal passages opened up for eternity. I had brain revelations that rivaled any trip that any LSD user ever experienced. It goes without saying that I didn’t sleep anymore that night. And if my books take an unusually ‘heated’ turn, now you’ll know why.
I burned my brain. 
Have a good week! Remember to watch for BECAUSE I SAID SO next week! 

Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance (especially historical), mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she's decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? 
Jennifer: Hm, narrowing it down to only three is hard. I might invite Oscar Wilde, Stephen King, and Danielle Steel, three very talented writers. Haven’t put too much thought to it though.
2. Who has inspired you in your life and why? 
Jennifer: My husband has been a huge inspiration to me. He was there for me during very trying times in my life. He’s the light to my darkness. 
My mother was also an inspiration. She died when I was thirteen, but she was an amazing woman whose only fault was her taste in men. It was because of her experiences I decided to never settle for anything but the best when it came to romantic relationships. 
And, my children of course, I’ve been blessed with three. They’re my world. 
3.How would your best friend describe you? 
Jennifer: Ha ha, um…
4.How do you handle criticism? 
Jennifer: It depends how it’s given out but in all honesty I usually just try to learn from it then shrug it off. Nobody’s perfect and it’s to be expected, especially when you decide to write a book.
5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? 
Jennifer: 1. Patience – It’s not a fast paced business. Writing a book takes time, and so does the process of publishing it. 
2. To develop a thick skin – Not everyone will like your work and people could be downright mean. Use it as a learning experience and keep on writing.
3. Motivation – It’s always good to love what you do. The more you write the more you’ll get acknowledged. It also doesn’t hurt to have some marketing knowledge. Most writers don’t make very much money at all. 
6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? 
Jennifer: Strengths – determined, strong family values, nice and easy going, a survivor, and would do anything for those I care about.  
Weaknesses – I’m a bit of an introvert, suffer from PTSD and anxiety, could use a little work on my social skills, and I’m totally awkward in large crowds.  
7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? 
Jennifer: I prefer a quiet place, I usually only get to write while the kids are at school, or at night while they’re sleeping. I don’t really have a designated area though.
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Jennifer: Danielle Steel’s Jewels – It’s such a breathtaking historical romance. The main character ends up in a really bad marriage, she then divorces and meets the love of her life. He’s royalty who willingly gives up his position to the throne to be with her. Anyway I’m not doing the story justice. I was quite young when I first read it, and it stuck with me because even then I knew what toxic looked like and I guess it made me long for that happily ever after. Stupid reasoning probably, but there you have it. 
9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
Jennifer: Other than writing, it would be reading.  They’re my escape. Otherwise, I’m all about my number one most important job, which is being a mother. 
10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.

The last books I wrote were the I Dare You Trilogy for Evernight Publishing. Heidi (I Dare You Book 1), Zoey (I Dare You Book 2), and Meagan (I Dare You Book 3). I wouldn’t exactly say I relate to one of the characters but they were definitely fun to write. 
The last book I wrote in which I related to the character would be Holly Hewitt from Broken Survivor. It was based on true events after all, and the murder in that book is actually how my own mother died.
I’d like to thank Sable for having me on her blog today. It was a pleasure to meet you all. 
Please enjoy an excerpt from Heidi (I Dare You Book One) below. 
I’d be happy to donate an e-book copy of Heidi to one lucky reader of Sable’s choosing.

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

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A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead walk into a bar…
After an embarrassing encounter with her roommate Nathan, Heidi Taylor is in major need of a drink and a place to hide. She calls in her two closest friends, Zoey and Meagan to help rescue her. After they meet at a bar and the liquid courage sets in, she comes up with an unusual plan in the form of a dare for each one of them.
Heidi fell in love with a man who’s off limits and she’s afraid to tell him how she really feels—until a bet is made and her friends challenge her to make a move. But Nathan De Costa makes it easy on her when he suggests she needs a little spice in her love life, and designates himself as her something spicy.

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There was a large gap in his blinds, and thanks to the sun, he woke up before the alarm went off. It was the start of a piss-poor day already, and he sighed. It was the weekend, and he couldn’t sleep in or enjoy round two with his latest one-nighter because he was interviewing roommates again. He had just over an hour to get the house straightened up and get what’s-her-name to leave. 
Kelsey, Kaylee? Fucked if I know. He got up to go take a leak. By the time he got back to his bedroom, there was an annoying beeping sounding from his nightstand and the naked woman in his bed groaned. 
“Time to get up, babe. I’ve got things to do.” He tapped her butt cheek on his way to pick up his jeans from the floor and slide them back on. He’d managed to just get them over his ass before big tits pressed against his back and pretty little hands made a grab for his junk inside of his pants.
“Hmm, what, no good morning?” What’s-her-name purred. “I was hoping to play first, maybe get a little breakfast.” She moved to stand in front of him, pulled his pants further down, and pouted. 
“No time.” But his cock had other ideas. It saluted the both of them, engorged at full mast and wanting out to seek the pleasure she’d promised while she jacked him off. 
“You sure?” She raised an eyebrow in challenge and dropped to her knees in front of him to replace her hands with her mouth. 
“We’ll have to be quick.” He cursed as she licked around the head of his cock. What man in their right mind would turn down a blowjob? The moment the tip hit the back of her throat, he was a goner. He’d given her breakfast, all right—he’d fed her his dick.

Anything I enjoy, I tend to rush – it’s a quirk of mine. If I was a guy, I’d probably have premature… well, you get the idea. I start celebrating my birthday early, at least a couple of extra days on either side of the actual date. Christmas, the same. I start giving small gifts around the fifteenth of the month, and continue for the full 12 days of Christmas. In other words, I try to squeeze every bit of joy I can out of every occasion. Which is odd, my world is so small. My family such a small number, and my friends – for the most part – online only and our paths will seldom, if ever, cross. 
Maybe, that’s why. 
Today, I’m pushing fall. I’m ready for it. I want nippy air, colorful leaves, and a sense of expectancy in the air. I’ve already started my fall menu changes. I’ve prepared soup and chili in the past week. I love my soup – in fact the recipe is below. 
I’ve been trying to get my family to bring the wreaths up from the garage. I have them store the items for me, and they put them too high for me to reach, even on the ottoman. One wreath will go on the front door, another over the fireplace, and yet another inside the top shelf of a high bookcase. I’m ready to be surrounded by burnt orange, golden yellow and warm earth tones. These colors make me happy. 
As far as my writing goes, I’m charging full speed ahead.
Finishing up GODSEND which is up for preorder and releases on October 17th. This book will be a celebration of the history of my family. Even though it’s a Hell Yeah! and has foreshadowing of the McCoy and Renaud family, it is set in the exact spot where my East Texas family home sat. It takes place in an area I know extremely well. I’ve really been preparing to write this book all of my life, the plot idea is one that has haunted me for years. Old family tales and real historical figures and happenings have been woven into my typical brand of emotional, sensual prose. – Anyway, I hope you like it. 
I’m also writing a book that has made me an emotional wreck. BECAUSE I SAID SO deals with a heartbreaking subject, a man who has lost his reason to live meets a woman who will do anything to give him a reason to go on. I honestly have to tell you that this one shook me up – even though it came from my heart and mind, it touched me in a way that few books I’ve written have. So, watch for it in the next couple of weeks– let me share the cover with you now.  

I’m also working on LOVE FOUND A WAY, a HELL YEAH! Cajun that Ryan and I are writing together. It’s also going to be an emotional read, maybe rivaling the one above – this book has the theme of GRACE – unexpected and unmerited favor. Both the hero and the heroine think they will never have a chance at happiness. Love gives them both something they never thought they could have. T is redeemed. Not only does he get the chance at the family he doesn’t think he deserves, he is able to forgive himself for a past that has haunted his every breath. Glory has never expected much from life either, she has lived with uncertainty so long, she’s afraid to hope for a family or even a future. But…LOVE FINDS A WAY. Watch for this book before Thanksgiving.

All together I’m writing between five and seven thousand words a day this month, so I have my hands full. The other day, I went out to look at houses and as I was climbing the steps into one big gorgeous place, I ran my hand along a rough-hewn railing and, unbeknownst to me, picked up a splinter. It was a full 48 hours before I noticed it and by that time, it was all puffy and sore. I’m the type of person who likes to ignore their illnesses – hence my emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction that I was convinced was food poisoning and was determined to ride out - - - but this was my hand, my right hand, my writing typing making-my-living hand. So, I got tweezers and a knife and set out to operate on myself - - well, by the time it was over, I will say this - - the neighbors were disturbed.

Anyway – here’s that recipe I promised you - - it’s good.


2 lbs. of beef - either stew meet or a chuck roast cut up in stew meat size pieces.

1 quart of beef stock

1 quart of chicken stock

2 tablespoons of beef bouillon paste

1 tablespoon of parsley

1 teaspoon of sugar

½ teaspoon of basil

½ teaspoon of thyme

½ teaspoon freshly ground pepper

1 cup chopped carrots

2 ½ cups chopped potatoes

1 ½ cup fresh green beans

1 can of pinto beans, drained

1 cup sweet corn

1 cup diced tomatoes

Salt to taste

I use a big slower cooker that has a browning function, but you use whatever you’d like – from a Ninja Slow Cooker to a big pot on the stove.

Brown your beef in a couple of Tablespoons of olive oil. Once brown, drain grease if necessary, then add all of the ingredients. Let come to a boil, then turn down to simmer for about 4 hours. This soup gets better as the day progresses, I think it’s better on day two than on day 1, the flavors just continue to meld. AND THE BIG SECRET, in case you haven’t noticed is NO WATER. If you don’t want your soup to taste watery, don’t use it. Use broth and bouillon.

Have a good week.

Love, Sable

My best friend calls me “her Fairy Godmother,” but I feel more like Cinderella. After over twenty-five years of living a typical, I now live my dreams and I create them too.

Nothing is better than creating a brand new world from a blank piece of paper. Breathing life into characters and watching their stories unfold—I am truly blessed.

I live in on eight acres in middle Tennessee with my husband, my dad, one of my three children, two dogs and three cats. I am privileged to have two precious grandsons.

When I’m not on my computer or reading my kindle, you’ll usually find me in the kitchen. I love to cook! If I’m not there, I’m on the fields, watching my grandsons’ soccer or baseball games. 

It’s never too late to chase your dreams. I’m proof you can catch them, even if arthritis slows you down. Who knows, your own Fairy Godmother may be just a dream away.

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? There are so many people I’d love to meet, this is hard question to answer, but if I have to pick only three I guess I’d choose: Abraham Lincoln, because I think he had one of the greatest minds of the 20th century and I’d love to talk to him. Sherilyn Kenyon, because she was the writer that peaked my interest in Romantic Fiction, and I love her work. And Will Rogers, because I am distantly related to him. He was my great-grandmother’s cousin. He was also a great orator and told a wonderful story. I bet he would be great lunch companion.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why? My grandfather, John Helm, known as Bud, because his family was German and it was short for Bruder, (brother) was a great inspiration in my life. He had to quit school in the eighth grade because his father had a heart condition and couldn’t work anymore. Gramps had to work to support his family. He started in the mail room at the Missouri Pacific Railroad and worked his way up to General Traffic Manager. Something one couldn’t do today. Education was so important to him, and he always felt he was “less” because he hadn’t finished school or gone to college. But he was the finest man I ever knew. Honest, loyal, hardworking and with a heart as big as Texas. He loved to hunt and fish. He told wonderful stories. And he always had butterscotch candies next to his chair for me. He taught me how to shake hands properly. How to shoot a gun, and load my own shells. Took me deep sea fishing, and bass fishing. He always had time for a curious little girl, and I adored him. Through him, I saw that you could accomplish anything if had the will and determination.
3.How would your best friend describe you? Quiet, until you get to know me. A bit too softhearted and easily hurt. Loyal. Sarcastic. Patient.

4.How do you handle criticism? I hope I handle it well. I am always looking to improve, and as long as the criticism isn’t cruel, I appreciate it. It is sometimes hard when people make attacks personal though, or are just downright mean. 

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? Lol, If I knew that maybe I would be more successful! Talent, I would say is number one. Good promotional skills- number 2, and Luck- number 3. It seems to me you just have to be in the right place at the right time and have a book “hit.” It doesn’t matter how good a writer you are if no one reads your books. You have to get your books in the reader’s hands!

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? They are probably one and the same. I am a bit OCD, kind of a perfectionist. Sometimes I get so obsessed with one thing, I forget about other things. Which is bad. But, it’s also good, because I always want to make sure everything I do is the best it can be.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? I have a writing desk in my living room with my laptop. I have my coffee and sometimes the TV is playing (my dad lives with me and he watches) Nothing really bothers me when I write. I can shut out the world. 

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why? I have always been a voracious reader, since I was a child. I started reading harlequin romances in my teens. The first one I remember really sticking with me was called Piper’s Way by Kay Hooper. It had a bit of a paranormal twist and a quirky, funny heroine. I loved it. 

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? I love to cook, especially with my grandchildren. I love to read, of course. I crochet, and I go to Grandson’s soccer and baseball games.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
My last book was Changing Perspectives, a novel for Desiree Holt’s Omega Team Kindle world. 
There is little of me in all of my heroines. Angelina, the heroine of CP is a bit overweight, and coffee addict. That is me. Lol. She is also a fabulous singer, something I wish I could say was true of me. I love to sing. 


Angelina Montgomery’s biggest worries were graduating her Master’s degree program and finding time for a social life. The voluptuous brunette crooned sweet love songs to the crowds of the Cowboy Saloon every weekend, but hadn’t been on a date in almost a year. When flowers and gifts started arriving at her door from a secret admirer she was initially flattered. But when her car was broken into that inclination changed to fear. 
Retired Army Ranger Luiz Hernandez was one of Omega Team’s top agents. His Cuban heritage and scared visage made him the perfect man to infiltrate South American drug cartels. So why the hell were Grey and Athena sending him to babysit a co-ed with a stalker? He didn’t want the assignment, but he would do his duty. 
That duty changed when he set eyes on Angelina, and he had a new mission…capture her heart.
Nothing would stand in the way of a Ranger and his goal. Not age, emotional baggage, and certainly not a mad man hiding in the shadows.  

Excerpt One Changing Perspectives:

Another knock at the door. Ask and ye shall receive, she thought. She checked the peep hole again and almost fell over. Outside her door stood Braveheart and Antonio Banderas. Holy hell! The one guy had to be six-foot-six with flaming red hair and looked like a brick wall of muscles. The other one was shorter, maybe five-ten or six-foot, his hair shaved on the side and the top pulled back into a sexy pony-tail, his eyes covered in mirrored aviator glasses. Dark, brooding, sexy as hell. Oh, damn! These two hotties were going to be shadowing her 24/7 for god knew how long. She was in trouble with a capital T.
“Miss Montgomery? Are you there?” Braveheart asked.
Shit. She hadn’t opened the door.
“We’re from Omega Team,” he continued.
Angelina flipped the deadbolt and let them in. “Sorry, I was a little shocked when I looked through the peephole,” she stammered. “You’re a bit…large,” she added.
Braveheart laughed. “No worries, it’s good to be cautious. I’m Duncan Flynn,” he said extending his hand. “And this is Luiz Hernandez.” He indicated his partner.
Angelina’s small hand was swallowed up in his, but she shook it firmly, as her dad had taught her.
“Welcome. Come on in. I’ve got coffee made if you’d like some.”
“Sounds great,” Duncan said with a smile. He seemed like a nice man. Luiz had yet to say a word. Angelina headed to the kitchen with the two men following. As she pulled mugs from the cabinet the dark man finally spoke.
“What’s this?” he asked, pointing to the chocolates on the counter. Angelina turned around and put her hands on her hips.
“Another delivery. It came just before you two arrived. There’s a note with it. I didn’t touch it. The delivery man didn’t know if the person who sent it wrote it or if the florist did. I got the number of the florist so we could call and ask.” She picked up the card off the counter and handed it to Luiz.
“I’ll give the number to Jacqui and have her call. She’s better at dealing with people than me.” He growled, pulling the cell phone off his belt and turning toward the door. “I’ll get the print kit out of the car.” He tossed over his shoulder as he marched off.
The front door slammed behind him and Angelina muttered, “Did he get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”
“Sorry about that,” Duncan said, with a smile. “Luiz is a bit cranky this morning. He’s a good guy, though. I promise. Good at his job.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a bit cranky too, ya know. I’m the one with the creepy stalker.”
Duncan walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know. Again, I apologize. This isn’t Luiz’s usual gig. He isn’t used to dealing with ‘normal’ people. He usually deals with drug dealers and lowlifes.”
“Oh great. Well, at least I’m a step up.” She laughed. “I hope anyway.”
“Definitely,” Duncan answered.
Luiz came back in the house carrying a small bag. He placed it on the counter next to the box of chocolates and proceeded to pull out print dust, rubber gloves and something that looked like the brush she used to apply her face powder. Angelina watched in fascination as he applied the powder to the box and envelope, then transferred the viable prints to little cards with tape.
“That’s really cool.” She looked at him curiously, “But you know it’s not that bright in here. Couldn’t you see better if you took your glasses off? Or are they prescription?”
Luiz scowled at her. “I can see just fine.”
“Are they prescription glasses? Do you need them to see?”
“Then why are you wearing them inside?”
Another scowl. “I have my reasons.”
Angelina shrugged her shoulders. “You are a strange man, Luiz. You know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Now that you have the prints, what will you do with them?”
“I’ll e-mail them to Jacqui, our computer expert, and she’ll run them through the system. See if we get any hits.”
“You have access to criminal data bases? Like the police?”
“Athena and Jacqui are both former Tampa PD, they still have connections.”
“Who are Athena and Jacqui?”
“Athena is one of the owners of the company. She and Grey Holden run Omega Team. Jacqui is our computer expert.”
“Wow, a woman in command. That’s awesome. And another as a computer expert. I wouldn’t have expected women in your field.”
“They’ve earned their places.”
Angelina nodded. “I’m sure they have.”
“Do you have a computer I can use to send these or do I need to set up ours?”
“My lap top is right over here,” Angelina said, walking into the living room and picking it up.
“Do you have a printer with a scanner?” Luiz asked.
“Yep, it’s wireless. It’s set up in my bedroom. Follow me.” Crap, I didn’t even make my bed this morning. She thought. “Please ignore the mess,” she said as they entered the room. “I wasn’t expecting company in my room.” She shoved her night gown under the pillow and caught a flash of something cross Luiz’s face as the wisp of purple satin slipped out of sight. Was that lust on the harsh warrior’s stoic consul? Hard to tell with those damn glasses covering half his face. But shit, she would be one happy camper if the Latin lothario was interested in more than protecting her. She would certainly like to explore the muscles on his body, one at time…with her tongue.
The man might be gruff and growly, but she liked gruff and growly. Ever since he’d walked in the house, her panties had been wet. She was dying to take those glasses off his face. She wanted to see his eyes. The rest of him had her panting and squeezing her legs together to assuage the ache. All man. Totally alpha. Every inch was sculpted muscle that flexed and bulged with his movements. And that hair! She wanted to take it down from the ponytail and run her fingers through it. Have it slide across her body as he--
“How do you get this machine to scan?” Luiz asked, interrupting her fantasy, just when it was getting good, too.
“Here, I’ll do it,” she said taking over and scanning the cards. Their hands brushed briefly and electric shocks shot up her arm. Did he feel it too?
Luiz stepped back. “I’ll meet you in the living room.  We need to discuss our plans.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Hot Excerpt Changing Perspectives

Back at Angelina’s apartment, Luiz watched in a combination of amusement and dismay as she raced around closing blinds and curtains. It seemed her earlier bravado had blown away like a leaf in a hurricane. Now a bundle of nervous energy, she flitted about the apartment like a whirling dervish.
Finally, Luiz grabbed hold of her arms as she made to move past him. “Angelina, calm down. The curtains are all closed now. Everything is fine.”
Startled, she looked up at him and melted against his frame like hot chocolate pouring over strawberries. Her arms encircled his waist, her head tucked under his chin with her cheek pressed to his chest. A soft sob reached his ears and the hard shell he kept around his heart cracked.
Picking her up, Luiz carried her to the couch and sat, placing her sideways across his lap. He tipped her chin up with the tip of a finger. Tears flooded her hazel eyes, making the green specks sparkle like tiny emeralds. As the moisture overflowed and slipped down her cheeks, he brushed it away with a thumb.
“Don’t cry, pequeña , it’s all right. I have you.” He knew he shouldn’t. Knew it was wrong, but he was only human. He leaned in and kissed her. He meant it only as comfort, but she tasted so sweet. 
Angelina opened for him and his tongue swept into the honeyed innocence of her mouth. Her arms crept around his shoulders, hands sliding into his hair and drawing him closer. A moan from her lips caused an answering groan from Luiz and a shift in position, to accommodate the growing bulge in his pants which the sound elicited. 
Luiz’s lips drifted from her lips down her neck. Kissing, licking, biting. Angelina shivered in his arms. “Oh God, Luiz. That feels so good. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
He nipped her collar bone, reaching for the tie of her halter dress. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“I don’t care. Don’t stop,” she said, pressing the back of his head to keep him in place. 
His nimble fingers undid the knot at the back of her neck and the bodice fell to her waist. Golden globes, topped with raspberry nipples spilled free for his exploration. The tempting berries drawing his lips to taste their succulence. 
Luiz laid Angelina down on the couch and hovered over her, his warm breath fanning her engorged nipples. “Dios mio, you are hermosa, mi dulce.” he whispered, as he took the peak into his mouth. Angelina arched upwards, her hands pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants slipping beneath to caress his skin. Enticing sounds of pleasure spurring his passion higher and higher. 
“Take this off,” she pleaded, tugging at his shirt. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
Supporting himself on one arm, he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Angelina’s restless hands drew harder on his back, pulling him down on top of her. He rested his weight on his elbows, so he wouldn’t crush her, but his chest pressed into the lush curves of her breasts as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. 

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Yesterday was 9/11, a day that will stay with all of us forever. No matter how you felt about the war and all that came after, the sight of those buildings coming down and the knowledge of the lives that were lost and the families that were shattered broke your heart. We all commemorate huge moments in our own way – whether it’s watching news reports or TV, attending memorial services or doing what I did – taking part in an activity designed to make you remember, make you think in a unique and touching way.
Austin has a custom, it’s unofficial, but people come together to remember 9/11 by climbing the 99 stairs that lead to the top of Mt. Bonnell. They don’t do it just once. In order to pay tribute to all who lost their lives, in both towers, they walk/run the equivalent of running up both twin towers, 220 stories. To pay proper homage, they climb Mt. Bonnell 44 times. 

Now, not everyone – like me – could make it 44 times. I have a family member who did, but some folks do it in teams. Either way, while you are trudging those stairs, you have plenty of time to think – and to remember.

Mt. Bonnell is a neat place. I’ve mentioned it several times in my books, most recently TEXAS MAVERICK, the first time in UNCHAINED MELODY. Mt. Bonnell is the highest point in Austin, overlooking the Colorado River. Just downstream is my bridge, the one just outside my front door – Pennybacker, so this is my stomping ground. Having this event take place here meant a lot. 

Here’s a news report and film on yesterday morning’s event.


There are two other names for Mt. Bonnell, one is Covert Park, because the land was given to Travis County by rancher, Frank Covert. But the history goes back farther than that. Legend has it that Mount Bonnell was once called Antoinette’s Leap, after a young woman who leaped to her death to avoid capture from Apaches who had just massacred her fiancé. There’s another intriguing tale of Sam Houston, President of the Republic of Texas, and instrumental into bringing the territory into the fold as a U. S. state, went up on Mount Bonnell with a Texas Ranger friend of his. He, supposedly, slapped the Ranger on the back and said, “This spot is so beautiful, it has to be the place where Satan brought our Lord Jesus Christ up on the mount to tempt him with riches and beauty.”

Nevertheless, Mount Bonnell is beautiful – as Mojo and Abby can attest. 


Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.

Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side. Happy reading!

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
My great aunt Rosie, the woman called an ace an ace and would be the life of the party., she lived well into her 90’s and often in her later years considered wine breakfast food. As for the other two…hmmm good question. I think it would be John Candy, my fave comedian of all time and Lucille Ball. Because at best I am a “Lucy”.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
Those that have believed in me. My surrogate aunts and my husband, Mr. Silvers. He believed in me when we were “Just Friends.”

3.How would your best friend describe you? “Lucy” or “Chaos” both are fitting. I can take down an innocent display of luggage tags in record time. Like all over the floor disaster…yeah, I’m that good.

4.How do you handle criticism?
With a grain of salt.

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
And most of all belief in self. If you don’t believe in yourelf. No one else will. Trust me on this.

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
I believe in me.
I believe there is still good on the world.

I live and love cuteness.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
Quiet. Except for Music inspired. Oh yeah the play list is diverse
8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
Only A whisper by Gayle Wilson

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
Design clothes and sew. I was a designer before I was a writer.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.

Boardroom Cowboy – OMG, I am just as klutzy as the heroine.

Hell Yeah!: Boardroom Cowboy (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Cowboys & Candy Book 1)

CEO Vanessa Lockhart has had her fill of controlling men. So when she decides to take a few days off in the Lone Star State to kick up her booted heels with a little shopping and a night on the town, she doesn’t count on meeting Carson, getting ruthlessly kissed, or ending up in bed with the cute cowboy. A two-day Texas fling? Why not? A girl only lives once. After all, she’ll have something for her memoirs—until she goes back to work in Nevada to meet her new CFO…and in walks her Texas cowboy. Vanessa’s divorcing one man and doesn’t need another—too bad Carson has other ideas. 

Carson Cutes didn’t plan to pick up Vanessa at the bar or spend two fun days and two hotter nights with the beauty. But it isn’t an issue since she blows out of town without a goodbye. When his godfather asks for help with his new hotel venture—he never expected to end up in Las Vegas or for the CEO to be the one woman he can’t get out of his mind. What’s a cowboy to do? He doesn’t believe in love at first sight—but now has doubts. How can he convince a girl under neon lights that she holds his Texan heart? 


“He better not be spending money,” Carson barked.
“Online auction,” Hailey stated blandly.
Vanessa’s heart slammed to a stop the same time the car cut two vehicles off and damn near drove crossways through a lane and a half of traffic. “Son-of-a-bitch are you trying to kill me?”
“I knew you wouldn’t be happy,” Hailey groaned.
“Not you, the hot rod happy cowboy who thinks this is a speed way.”
Carson growled. “You told me to get off at Tropicana.” Oh yeah, the hotty was pissed. Oh well, so was she. Currently though, she wasn’t sure if it was at The Captain or Carson or a combination there of.
“I did, but I didn’t tell you to try killing us and eight other people in the process!” She sighed and her heart started to pound. It matched the one starting at her temples. “Hailey, what kind of auction?”
“Oh, hell! You did not say auction!” Carson all but bellowed. He hit his hand against the steering wheel, snaked his tongue across his teeth then set his jaw. If she thought he was mad before, Vanessa figured she’d just seen a new layer of the cowboy’s temper.
“Are you two quite through over there?” Hailey asked, sounding relatively calmer than she had when she first called. 
She chose to ignore the sarcasm in her friend’s tone. “What kind of auction?”
“An aircraft auction.”
Carson glanced over at her. “What the hell is he bidding on?”
She blinked at him as he turned to focus back on traffic. However, the expression filled with apprehension on his handsome face matched her own feelings at the moment. “Aircraft,” she choked out above a whisper.
His foot hit the brake and they came to a sudden stop.
“Could you be more careful!” she snapped.
“The light is red,” he barked back at her. “Would you have preferred me to go through it?”
Vanessa sighed and she tuned back in to Hailey’s voice. Too bad she’d missed part of what she had said due to the road raged cowboy. “What did you say?”
Hailey inhaled a deep breath. “I said a private jet, currently sitting at forty-eight million and change.”
She wasn’t sure what was going to kill her first. The Captain’s spending or Carson’s driving. “He’s buying a private jet?” True, the question was redundant, but she wanted to be totally clear and make sure she wasn’t being delusional or had misheard.
“Yep,” she replied with a great deal of trepidation in her tone.
“Like hell he is!” Carson roared as the light changed. “Hold on!”
Before she could respond, his foot hit the gas and they took off with a jolt. Vanessa gasped and wasn’t sure if they would make it back to the office in time to stop the spend-happy Captain or if they would die in a car accident. If she did live, she might want to call her attorney and see if he did criminal law because she would be needing a good defense.
I’m going to kill Carson and The Captain both.

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I'm Lana, a life long Texan, dog lover, and writer of sensual romance. When I say 'sensual romance' I mean I include real life in my stories, and real life includes sex. 

I divide my time between Austin Texas and a small family ranch not far from Shiner. Shiner is the home of Shiner beer, I've been known to stop off at their tasting room before rolling up my sleeves to get to work on the ranch. Like many Texans I've got a bit of everything in me, German, Native American, and some Creole influence. Nothing like a little spice to liven things up.

Writing is much like reading, I need to feel the story in the same way a reader would. I adore leading men who are strong, but aren't afraid to love. My goal is to fall in love as I write, it's the only way my reader will as well.

Come with me and get to know a hot cowboy or two. It'll be fun!

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party?
Fannie Flagg, Julia Child, and J.K. Rowling. Can you imagine the laughs and the fun that would be? It would be a potluck of course. Country cooking, French cuisine, and Butter Beer. Sounds like a grand time!

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?
My grandmother ran the ranch, ran the house, and smiled the whole time. She was as comfortable with barbed wire as she was writing poetry. Everyone who knew her felt loved, what better thing can be said about a person? Sadly, she died young, but not without leaving her mark in my heart. I’ve spent my entire life trying to emulate her unique combination of grace and strength.

3.How would your best friend describe you?
Ten years ago I met one of my best friends, Claire, in a book club. Of course, no surprise there. My friend is outgoing, has tons of friends all over the world, and could chat up a post with no problem. That summer, when she went home to Montana to visit her folks, apparently Claire kept talking about “Lana” this, and “Lana” that… finally her father, a life-long rancher who says very little, asked her, “Who is Lana?” My friend stopped, looked him in the eye and said, “Lana has the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.” Her father nodded and said, “Is that so? When is she coming to visit?”
It’s probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said about me.

4.How do you handle criticism?
I cry, bite a pillow, ask my friends to tell me it isn’t so, learn from it, and move on. I'm mostly joking of course, but tone that down some and that’s roughly how it goes. I’m new to writing, so I’m working on that "thick skin" thing. Why have you heard something bad? (Just kidding!)

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry?
-You need to want to write regardless if anyone ever reads your work.
-You need a community. As in most things, a support network and shared knowledge is essential.
- You need to keep working on your craft forever and ever… Amen.

6.What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?
I always say the coin has two sides when it comes to strengths and weaknesses. I’m too sensitive, which causes me to suffer. Not only for myself, but for others. This same sensitivity allows me to think ahead about the needs of my friends and family. It also allows me to put myself in the heads of my characters. I can easily imagine what it might be like to walk in another persons shoes. I feel like it adds a richness to my storytelling.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer?
I like a writing space with a view. It can be out a window, or over a balcony, or across the room at a coffee shop. I need to be alone if at all possible, but I’m getting better about that as well. A cuppa something warm with caffeine helps a lot too.

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why?
When I was in high school I saw a banned book display in a local bookstore. One of the books was a completion of erotic short stories. Looking back on it now I realize it was even more graphic and raw than most of the romance novels I’ve read. So, I guess it blew the lid off my mental limits in terms of sex in a story. I’m sure my parents would have been horrified to know I had it tucked under my pillow. I can’t recall the name, but the cover had a beautiful period drawing of a courtesan with flowing robes. The cover is what drew me to take a closer look. It was beautiful. 

9.Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? 
I love to grab my hubby and explore the small towns surrounding Austin and Shiner. Texas is chock full of stories and atmosphere. My favorite thing is finding mom and pop diners and trying the pie.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters.
My last book was my contribution to Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World, it’s a novella called THE SONG OF HER SIGHS. The main character, Lola, goes back to her family ranch after a break up. I love the idea of getting a second chance at life and Lola gets that in more ways than one. Lola is starting over in life by leaving the city. I’m finding myself spending more time in the city these days and I’m not happy about that reality. I wish I could be on our family land more often. I would love to do what she’s doing and find a way to move out of the city. 
I also relate to the passion and love she feels for Rodney. It’s something all my characters share, loving deeply and for the long-haul. I am happy to have that in my own life, so it’s easy to write about those feelings. 

Sex, Secrets, and Second Chances… 

Rodney Regent works hard running the family ranch, and it shows in every rock-hard muscle on his body. Known for his jaw-dropping smile, he has captured the hearts of women, young and old, 
all over the small Texas town he calls home. Rodney is single and loving it, until he sees a photograph that grabs his heart and won’t let go. As his luck would have it, the one woman he has always wanted is engaged to someone else. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t forget her. 
Then the news comes that Joseph and Cady McCoy will visit Regent Ranch. The change they bring with them includes more than just Cady’s magic touch, it brings the woman of Rodney's dreams to his doorstep.


Lola Maie woke to Rodney moving fast out of bed. “Get dressed. Someone’s outside.” His voice was low and firm. It was no doubt a command, which she followed immediately trusting him completely.
A multitude of lights moved across the long windows lining his bedroom. People were outside. A lot of them. 
Then she heard it.
It was a low thumping, something she felt in her sternum before it registered in her ears. Lola Maie’s eyes went wide as she recognized the rapidly growing sound of a helicopter.
Rodney pulled on a pair of jeans laying over chair. In the moving shadows of flashlights racing back and forth, he looked enormous. His broad shoulders, silhouetted against the shocking white of the helicopters eye, seemed six feet wide. Rushing toward her, he all but lifted her off her feet, tucking the bed sheet around her as he swept her towards a small door. “I want you to get in this closet and lock the door. It’s a panic room. Under the carpet in the left corner is everything you’ll need. You don’t open this door until I tell you and not before.”
Lola Maie just stared at him.
“You hear me? Promise me. Right now, say it!”
“I promise.” She breathed.
Then he shoved her inside and slammed the door. “I want to hear it click Lola Maie!” He yelled through the metal door. The command in his voice brooked no argument and with a shaking hand she reached out and turned the deadbolt. After such a warm night of intimacy, having the cold hard door between them felt deeply wrong.
“Good. Now wait for me, baby. I’ll be back”
Lola Maie’s heart squeezed listening as the thunder of his steps became more and more faint as he ran. Until finally there was silence. It was the worst sound she’d ever heard.

It's all my mother's fault. 

She read to me before I could read and opened up that magical world where I still reside today. Then came television and movies. Now I had three avenues to feed my imagination...and boy could I eat! 

As you no doubt figured out, this lead to my writing career. After several starts in between having a son, twin sons then a daughter, I didn't get serious until my youngest child entered 1st grade. Now, I'm multi-published with several publisher and self-published in e-Book and print with a ton of voices in my head. I love those voices! They helped me achieve award winning status, and become a New York Times and USA Today Best Selling author. Hope they never stop!

1. Which three people (famous or otherwise) would you most like to invite to a dinner party? Oh wow, this is very hard. The choices are way too many for me, so I’m going to narrow it down to literary and present day. So, that makes it very easy: Jill Shalvis, HelenKay Dimon, and Kristan Higgins. Those three authors are naturally funny and very generous. I’d love to just sit down with them and learn, and laugh while doing it.

2. Who has inspired you in your life and why?  Both of my parents. My mom, for encouraging me to read, and for her strength, which she inherited from her mother.  I get my middle name from them (Louise), and their perseverance. And my dad, well, he’s the easy going dreamer. I get my vision and creativity from him.

3. How would your best friend describe you?  I’m the Ethel to her Lucy, or Lucy to her Ethel, depending on the day.  Right, Kandi Silvers? Oh my goodness, the stories we could tell you, especially when we’re together for conferences. Let’s just say we put a smile on the faces of those watching the security footage at the hotels.

4. How do you handle criticism? Hopefully, with grace. I try to find something in it that I can learn from and work to improve.

5. What three things do you need to be successful in this industry? Clones. Lots of clones.   No, seriously, you have to have somewhat of a thick skin to be able to take the above mentioned criticism, because you should always strive to learn and improve. You need great time management skills to be able to do marketing and promo and socialize, oh… and write, writing is important. (Hence my comment about clones.) But most of all, you need readers. You need to engage them on social media, or at conferences, at the food store, dentist…etc., and hope, once they read one of your books, they’ll want to read more. 

6. What are your greatest strengths and weaknesses? They are one in the same, actually. Thinking the best about people. Trusting them. Seeing the good in them. I am an optimist, and yes, it can come back to bite me in the butt, sometimes. But, that’s who I am.

7. What type of writing environment do you prefer? I am easily distracted, so I need to shut myself in a room, turn on a floor fan to block out household noise (there are 9 people and 6 cats living in my house at times, depends on if the college kids are home), and no phones.

8. What was the first romance you read that stuck with you and why? I honestly don’t remember the very first romance I read, other than it was a Harlequin and I loved seeing two people with odds against them finding an HEA. I bought a bunch at a yard sale when I was 12 years old, and I was hooked ever since.

9. Other than writing, what do you like doing in your spare time? Besides reading, and taking walks with my husband, I love to watch movies. I’m a huge movie freak, all genres, but especially RomComs and action/adventure.

10. What is the title of the last book you wrote? Tell us how you relate to one of the characters. lol Oh, this is an easy one! The last book I wrote is HER HELL YEAH COWBOY for Sable’s  Hell Yeah Kindle World. I very much relate to the heroine, Chloe Davis, because…hello, Lucy/Ethel here, and I gave some of those qualities to poor Chloe. She has horrible luck and crazy things happen to her like her many Lucy moments. The one person in all of Texas she did not want to run into…she runs into…literally. That would most definitely be my luck, so I had to do that to my poor heroine. But, it’s okay. I made sure to give her lots of good moments too, plus, a hot hero I modeled after my own National Guardsman. 

Harland County Series/Hell Yeah KW 
Crossover Novella/Book 8/Logan


Years ago, he unknowingly rescued his soulmate, now she’s back in Texas and about to save his guarded heart.

Unlike his twin, Texas National Guardsman Sgt. Logan McCall would rather march barefoot and blindfolded through a cow pasture than date the same woman twice. After an active duty injury during a flood washed away his promising sports career and engagement years ago, Logan guards his heart more than his life until, fresh from deployment, he runs into a friend of the McCoys…literally. Hill Country’s newest resident is hotter than the wing sauce soaking into his shirt

Mission on.

Graphic designer and carrier of misfortune, Chloe Davis is a danger to herself and those around her, so entertaining thoughts for the sexy cowboy wearing her hot sauce should be a no-no…not a hell yeah—especially considering he’s the guardsman linked to a horrible instance in her past. But when he turns out to be one of her clients, she can no more avoid him than the attraction sizzling between them. Chloe’s back in Texas determined to make a fresh start, and she succeeds in business but fails to resist the handsome soldier’s relentless pursuit.

But when he discovers her past, will he trust his heart or lose her forever?

Cover photo by Cover Me Photography with Orestis Papapetrou

First Kiss Excerpt:

She tossed her purse inside her truck through her open window but didn’t get in. Her air conditioner was temperamental, and it was too hot to chance it not working. 
Chloe turned around and bumped into him, grossly miscalculating the distance between them. 
“I’ve got you.” Two strong hands grabbed her arms to steady her, sending her pulse into orbit.
She automatically palmed his chest for balance and was hit with a delicious déjà vu from yesterday. Damn, there was something extremely sexy about a soft T-shirt on a hard body. Awareness spread in all directions, tingling her neglected good parts deliciously lined up hip-to-hip with his, thanks to her heels. 
It wasn’t until she met his dazed gaze and felt his heart rock under her palm that she realized Logan was just as thrown by the crazy connection. She opened her mouth to apologize for her miscalculation but nothing came out. Then his gaze dropped to her lips and heated. The world kind of fuzzed away like that control she’d regained for a fleeting second while he’d paid the bill. But now he was here, holding her, eating her up with a gaze hotter than the sun beating down on them. 
“Chloe,” he rasped out, his breath warm, lips so damn close all she had to do was lean forward just a hair and they’d touch.
Which would be foolish. Dumb. He was her boss. Her client. The dream guy she didn’t deserve. So, she ordered her body to step back. But her mush-for-brains mixed up and propelled her forward. His grip on her arms tightened as his mouth brushed hers, forging a connection of current that pinged through her body with unexpected force.
He groaned and covered her mouth fully, kissing her hot and wet and deep. She knew it. She knew kissing Logan would be mind-altering and amazing. That’s how he tasted. He made her head swim and legs weak so she ran her hands up his chest and down his arms to clutch his biceps, her thumbs brushing over his flexing muscles. That sexy tattoo. The scar.
Shit. The scar.
The reminder of how she’d ruined his life had the effect of a cold soaking.
She broke the kiss and stepped out of his arms. “I’m sorry. You’re a client. I shouldn’t have done that.” Blaming it on work kept him from questioning her odd hot-to-cold behavior.
She hoped.

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           We’ll see how my powers work this week, I’m going to try and be in two places at once – I’ll let you know how it works later. Split personality. Twin souls. Doppleganger. Ha! I know I sound mysterious, but I’m in a mood. Speaking of two – two is always better than one – right? Two for the price of one is always a draw. Two cookies. Two kittens. Two kisses. Two pieces of cheese. Two margaritas – you get the idea. 

           Well…. I’ve been wanting to write a menage for a while. It’s a fantasy of mine. I’ve set two different scenarios up in two different series, but I have as yet decided how I wanted to write them – until now. In Texas Heat, a series I need to get back to, I have two Hispanic Texas Ranger hunks by the name of Rebel and Jagger Cruz. They helped Aliyah in her battle with the Taliban/Isis/drug cartel types who were trying to kill her and Ty. I implied then that they shared a woman… 
         OKAY – I’ll be honest, I read these types of books! 
I have dozens and dozens of menage books on my kindle. F/M/F – ZERO. M/F/M – probably 200. Two men, one woman – that’s what I want to read and what I want to write. The second threesome I have set up is a HELL YEAH! – Ryder and her two men, Samson and Gideon Duke. And I think I must tell you, even though I’ve read many of them, I really had to make an adjustment in my thinking. 
         Let me explain. In my books, I’ve focused on women and their men who fall so hard and so deep for one another that nothing could ever tear them apart. How was I going to create that same dynamic between 3 people? I’ve read some that really don’t address the emotions, they concentrate on the physical, but I wanted my readers WHO KNOW THE MCCOYS SO WELL to read this and believe that Ryder McCoy could fall for two men and that these two men would want to commit themselves to one woman. 
         Now, I won’t give away the whole story, but I decided to make the men come from a family where this was not a far stretch – sharing. So, I started doing some research and I found out having more than one husband was a thing with Polynesian royalty in Hawaii years ago. So…I have Gideon and Samson descended from this culture, their mother is Hawaiian and has two husbands and I also got to play in the islands and have some scenes set on a magnificent ranch there. 
        But explaining Ryder’s penchant for two was harder – let me show you how I set it up. If you’ve read my books, you know the prologue usually consists of glimpses into the past to show why people are doing what they’re doing in the present – read this: 

             Ryder - Love Enough for Two
“Please, Papa, I want them both,” Ryder pleaded with her father, looking up at him with big, blue eyes shimmering with tears. She clutched two squirming puppies tight to her chest. “I can’t just leave one by himself, he would be so lonely.”
Christian McCoy dry-scrubbed his face. “Your sister and brothers each chose one apiece. Why do you have to have two?” He let out a long sigh, meeting his beautiful wife’s amused gaze, as she watched on indulgently. “Two horses, two puppies, two dolls. What will be next?”
“Let her have them, dear.” Carolyn sat on a bale of hay, sewing a button on Tennessee’s shirt. “This boy is so rough on his clothes. He seems to rip off a button every day.”
“All right, go.” He held up his hand and pointed toward the house. “Don’t let me see you with both of those dogs up in the bed, Ryder. Make them sleep on the floor.”
“Yes, Papa,” Ryder jumped up and scampered off, her long, brown braid flying in the wind behind her.
“What’s up with our oldest daughter? She’s never satisfied with one of anything. Two cookies, two chicken legs, two candy bars. Ryder seems to think she has to grab onto everything with both hands or she won’t have enough.” 
“All of our children are special, Christian. Ryder has a big heart; she has love enough for two.”
Christian went to his beloved wife and pulled her into his arms. “She must have inherited that trait from you. You make each member of our family feel like they’re the most special person in the world.”
Carolyn laid down the shirt she’d been darning. “Do you need to feel special, husband?” She glanced around. “We are alone…in a barn…with hay.”
A gleam came into his eyes. “Hell yeah.” Taking his wife by the hand, they climbed into the hay loft. 
Life was good.  

     What do you think? Do you buy it?
      Now, the family angle was tougher and one I’m still working on. You know the McCoys – they are powerful, alpha, Southern – TEXANS. Which translates to CONSERVATIVE in most things. How in the world was I going to make Heath McCoy except that his baby sister is going to have two men in her life? Well, it’s going to take some shenanigans, I tell you. Those two are going to have to prove their worth to the protective men in Ryder’s family, that’s for sure. 
      As far as the sex goes – well, I’ve employed one of Desiree’s techniques – using small action figure dolls to get them into positions so I can explain where this body part is joined with this one and where this spare one goes - haha – I’m making sure the editors watching for missing male parts. We don’t want to lose any of those sexy things. 
       ANYWAY – I’m excited to announce that RYDER’S SURRENDER is up for preorder. Here’s the link – and the blurb – and the cover – and an excerpt – ENJOY!

     Ryder and Pepper McCoy are the pampered sisters of the Highland McCoys – Heath, Philip, Jaxson and Tennessee. The brothers have always been over-protective of the girls, vetting every man who is brave enough to even ask them on a date. Both sisters are spirited, giving their brothers a run for their money – but one is about to give them a heart attack.
Two men are vying for the hand of Ryder McCoy, Samson Duke and his brother Gideon. But this isn’t a rivalry, the Duke brothers plan on sharing her. They are determined to lasso, corral, and mark the feisty filly with the DD brand. Resisting one of the Duke boys is difficult, keeping both of them at arm’s length may very well prove to be impossible.
But who should she choose? One or both? Could she break one brother’s heart to gain the other? Ryder is torn between keeping the relationship with her family intact and following her own desires.
To complicate matters, there’s more going on than meets the eye. The Dukes and the McCoys may very well have a common enemy. When Ryder becomes the pawn in a madman’s scheme, all of the men who love her will have to work together to save her. Still, entrusting their baby sister to the wild, powerful Dukes is not something the McCoy boys think they can accept.
Will Ryder bend to her family’s and society’s expectations or will she surrender to what her soul and body craves? She soon finds out that true love doesn’t always follow the rules.

          Samson and Gideon stood at the window, watching the McCoys head down the drive. “I don’t have to ask you what you’re thinking,” Gideon muttered at Samson’s side. “I can feel it.”
         “Yea, she bowled me over. Tonight wasn’t the right time, but I think we should make our move.” Samson leaned his forearm on the window sill, gazing out into the night. “She’s sweet, soft, smart, and sexy as hell.” 
          “Just the thought of something happening to her and we never got the chance to meet her…to touch her.” Gideon turned abruptly, heading to the tray and pouring himself another glass of the expensive wine.
          “Unthinkable,” Samson agreed. “Our only problem will be convincing her to accept us both.” 
          Gideon laughed. “If you think that will be our only problem, you didn’t meet the same group of cowboys tonight that I did. Those McCoy men would die for their sister. And I have the feeling they’re pretty traditional.” 
          “I guess we’ll just have to convince them, as well as Ryder.” Samson drained his glass and set it on the tray. “How do you think we should proceed?” Gideon tried to ignore his cock, which had been hard anytime she was near. “Slowly and with as much finesse as possible.” “No, what I mean is should we be honest from the start or should just one of us pursue her first and…?”
          Gideon interrupted Samson. “Gradually get her used to the idea of a threesome?” The brothers could always finish one another’s sentences. From the time they were born, their connection was inexplicable to other people.  
         “Yea, I guess.” Samson mused. Gideon heard his brothers unspoken concern. “We’ve done that in the past and I don’t think it’s a good idea with Ryder. I prefer we were honest from the beginning. This is just too important – she’s too important. If Ryder can’t accept us for who we are, there’s no use putting our hearts on the line by getting involved in a dead-end relationship.” 
         “I’m not sure she picked up on it, but we didn’t exactly hide it from her tonight.” Samson recalled all that had been said. He also remembered how she felt in his arms, how beautiful her face was, and how her curvy little body was beyond delectable. They would give her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed. “True.” Gideon laughed. “I wish I could read her thoughts as easily as I can yours.” 
       “Damn, I’m going to bed.” He clapped his brother on the back and headed up the stairs to his suite. “I’m right behind you,” Gideon called out, knowing he’d be doing the exact same thing his brother would be doing. Fantasizing about Ryder McCoy. 
       Upstairs, Samson shed his clothes, tossing them in the hamper. Even though they had household help, he was by nature a neat person. He and his brother enjoyed sharing their women, but each had their own private space. Since moving to central Texas, they hadn’t participated in their favorite form of eroticism, but the size of their beds certainly allowed for the possibility. Samson and Gideon were big men and their choice of furniture reflected the amount of room it would take to play with their woman of choice. Custom made beds, oversize chairs and an in-suite hot tub were just a few of the built-in luxuries they’d had installed in their new home. Needing to relax, Samson grabbed a towel and headed for the Jacuzzi tub. As he passed the bed, he imagined Ryder stretched out between them, her beautiful body bare to their hands and lips.
        “Ah, yea.” He rubbed his cock. “Making you feel good would be such a pleasure.” Stepping over the side, he lowered himself into the bubbling waters and sighed. The warm water churning against his skin felt incredible. Leaning back against the side, Samson closed his eyes and took his cock in hand, remembering how her breasts had rested on his forearm as she’d nestled against him astride the horse. As he stroked himself, he thought of Ryder’s sweet scent. He couldn’t wait to see her breasts, suck her nipples, find out how sweet her little clit would be on his tongue. “Fuck, baby.” She’d said yes to his phone call, he prayed she’d say yes to seeing them again. Up and down, he pumped his dick. The silkiness of the hot water against his skin a poor substitute for the creamy heat of Ryder’s pussy. 
       For years they’d searched for the one woman they could call their own, one who would love them both, be receptive to their needs and desires – want them as much as they would cherish her. “Oh, yea, let me love you, baby.” As he worshiped Ryder in his mind, his whole body bowed, shafts of fire licked at his balls. His hips bucked in the water, sending little waves beating against the sides. “Ryder!” he shouted as his cum boiled up, jetting out of his body in white ribbons of ecstasy. 
       In the opposite wing, Gideon was having a similar fantasy. He stood in the shower, his back against the smooth marble wall, fisting his cock. Tonight they might have met the woman of their dreams. He treasured the memory of how his lips had felt on her skin. Drops of water glistened on his heaving chest as he let go, sending plumes of cum shooting across the tile. “I’ll take you to heaven, baby. Just give me a chance.” 
       After finishing his shower, Gideon dried himself off with a Roma bath towel from Neiman Marcus, which his housekeeper had informed him cost a hundred and sixty dollars when she’d found it wadded up in the tub. He pulled on a pair of Hermes woven boxers with two fourteen karat gold buttons on the waistband which had been on sale at five hundred dollars a pair. The sheets on his bed were one thousand thread count made by Charlotte Thomas, the price for these bed linens per his decorator’s invoice were a cool twenty-four hundred dollars. No creature comfort had been spared in their home and their five car garage held a Bentley, an Aston Martin, a Lamborghini, a Porsche and a King Ranch pick-up. The Duke brothers wanted for nothing money could buy. Yet – something was missing. The value of material things fades fast if there’s no one to share them with – no one to make smile. That night, as they closed their eyes in sleep, both would have given most anything they owned to have Ryder McCoy lying next to them.

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