When Jade Hollis loses her job, she tries to commit hari-kari tequila style. With her head pounding the next morning, it’s hardly the optimal time to discover her live-in lover is a lying cheat. Bruised and dejected, she packs up all her belongings and the remains of her self-esteem, then hits the road.
Who the hell cares.
When she ends up beating a fast path down memory lane to Haven, Texas, she comes face-to-face with her high school heartthrob Colton Maddox. The seductive, oh-so-bad boy still zaps her senses like a screwdriver in a two-twenty outlet. But can she trust him and her foolish heart long enough to live out even the most wild of her fantasies… which include happily ever after?
USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.
A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.
As cowboys, the Langston brothers of Cattle Creek, Texas, know it can hurt like hell to fall off a horse. But it can hurt even more to fall in love. . . .
Sheriff Seth Langston is head over heels for local wild child Jessie McAllen and has been for years. The trouble is she has eyes only for Seth’s rodeo star brother, Chase. Even though he considers Jessie his girl, Chase is an incorrigible ladies’ man with a wandering eye and no chance of settling down soon.
Jessie is ready to move away from Cattle Creek to put her feelings for Chase behind her, but after she shares a white-hot kiss with Seth, things get a little complicated. Jessie realizes her heart should have been his all along. And in the face of sudden tragedy, they’ll discover if their newfound passion will tear the Langston men apart or make the family stronger than ever. . . .
She rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. He loved her!
His lips were stiff beneath hers. Then they softened as she continued to kiss him.
He loved her and yet he pulled away.
“Jessie,” he said, his voice choked and strained. “I need to go to work.”
“You mean now?” she asked, deciding that if he wasn’t going to let her kiss his lips, she would move her efforts to his jaw and that crazy pulse beating in his neck.
“Soon,” he croaked.
“How soon?” she asked, sliding her hands down his chest. He had been so diligent in his courting efforts, but enough was enough. There was something between them. She couldn’t say exactly what it was. But he loved her and she was beginning to think that she loved him in return.
Scratch that. She did love him. She had loved him her entire life like a brother, but ever since that afternoon in his truck . . .
He had been thoughtful and angry. Her rock, her nemesis, her savior, and now her husband. What was not to love?
She continued to kiss her way down his neck. How could one man smell so good?
“Half an hour,” he corrected, swooping in to capture her lips with his own. The kiss was searing and curled her toes. She loved every bone-melting minute of it. “Forty-five minutes. I got forty-five minutes before someone comes looking for me.”
She laughed as he captured her lips once again. They could do a lot in forty-five minutes.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Amy loves nothing more than a good book. Except for her family…and maybe homemade tacos…and nail polish. But reading and writing are definitely high on the list.
Born and bred in Mississippi, Amy is a transplanted Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma with her deputy husband, their genius son, two spoiled cats, and one very lazy beagle. Oh, and don’t forget the stray kitty that has taken up residence on her front porch. ^..^
When she’s not creating happy endings, she’s chauffeuring her teen prodigy to guitar lessons and practice for whatever sport he’s into this week. She has a variety of hobbies, but her favorite is whatever gets her out of housework.
Amy is an award winning author with more than thirty novels and novellas in print. She is a member of RWA and ACFW and loves to hear from readers. You can find her on Facebook, Instagram, Google+, Twitter, Goodreads, and Pinterest. For links to the various sites, check her website: www.amywritesromance.com.
Book Title: It Took A Rumor Author: Carter Ashby Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: May 19, 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Thanks to a flamboyant, small-town gossip blogger, Ivy Turner’s lily-white reputation has just been unceremoniously muddied. Rumor has it Ivy has succumbed to temptation and slept with one of the Deathridge brothers. Sources can’t confirm which of the four, sexy cowboys she’s taken up with, but everyone in town is weighing in.
Ivy would gladly step forward and defend her good name, except that the rumor happens to be true. Perplexed that her little indiscretion has somehow made it into the public eye, Ivy sets out to find the rumor’s source. In the process, she becomes the unwitting keeper of all the Deathridge brothers’ rather formidable secrets.
Now, not only does she have to keep taking hits to her reputation to protect the brothers, but all these secrets and lies are keeping her from exploring her burgeoning feelings for one of them. But if Jake, Cody, Dallas, and Boone think that Ivy’s patience is limitless, they’re in for a shock. Because when Ivy breaks, she’s taking everyone down with her.
Jake was all-out scowling, now. His big arms folded over his big chest. Not many men could look anything but menacing or childish when they were pouting…Jake was dead sexy. His dark eyes bored into hers. “It’s the dress,” he said.
“I beg your pardon?” She sat her coffee mug down. It rattled once on its saucer. She withdrew her hand and folded it in her lap.
“The dress. I know that dress. Intimately.”
“Listen, if you don’t want to talk business, then—”
“If you wanted to talk business you’d be in one of those prissy black skirts with your hair in a bun and your nails all manicured.”
“This is ridiculous.” She turned and started to scoot out of the booth before he could see the heat in her cheeks. But he propped his boot on the seat next to her, trapping her. “Move your big, dumb foot, Jake.”
“Know what I think?”
“Nope. And I don’t care.” Time to get the hell out of there and have a ritual burning of that bad luck dress.
“I think you’re angling for another off-the-books meeting down by the creek. That what you want, Ivy?”
“We agreed never to mention that.”
“You got a lot of nerve wearing that dress in here,” he said with a smirk. “You wanted me to mention it, admit it.”
“Let. Me. Go.”
“I’d be happy to meet you again, you know. Been thinking about asking you out.”
Ivy searched her mind for the low-blow and found it. “It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just that I don’t think I can spare the two and a half minutes.”
He dropped his foot and his smirk, his eyes widening and the color draining from his face. “That was a mean thing to say, Ivy.”
She snorted as she stood and grabbed her cell phone. “Don’t get your ego in a twist, baby. At your age, there are worse problems to have.” With a wink, she turned and sashayed the hell out of there before he could think of a comeback.
Carter Ashby is a mother of three and author of seven, so far. She enjoys snuggling with her children, reading good books, and writing sexy, small-town love stories. She believes in romance as a source of empowerment for women and is proud to be a contributor to that cause. For more information on Carter or her stories, please visit her website at www.carterashby.com.
A sexy, swoony romance from New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Jessie Evans.
Cowboy bikers, fireworks, and romance, oh my…
Wild girl, Mia Sherman, has a secret–she isn’t as fearless as she pretends. Descended from Lonesome Point, Texas’s founding family, Mia grew up hearing tales of an old Irish curse that had followed the Shermans to America. At age twenty-four, Mia is still terrified of the stories, because they aren’t stories. They are a warning about what will happen if Mia allows love and romance into her life. The curse struck Mia’s grandmother and her great-great-whatever grandmother, and Mia knows she could be next. The first-born daughter of every generation is cursed to lose her husband on her wedding night, which is one of the many reasons Mia has sworn off relationships.
Until the fateful day Sawyer Kane rides his Harley into her life…
Rancher turned restoration expert, Sawyer Kane, can’t believe his luck when the feisty owner of the lingerie shop next to his hotel turns out to be the curator of his latest project, a ghost town he’s been sent to restore. He’s looking forward to long, hot days talking history, and hotter nights with Mia, but the redhead with the killer smile seems determined to keep him at a friendly distance. But when a dangerous man from Mia’s past arrives in town, Sawyer finds himself drawn into her inner circle, and into the legend of Lonesome Point itself.
Can true love conquer all, even a centuries-old curse? Mia and Sawyer may be the first to find out.
Look for the entire Lonesome Point series:
LEATHER AND LACE (Book 1)
SADDLES AND SIN (Book 2)
DIAMONDS AND DUST (Book 3)
The 12 Dates of Christmas: A Lonesome Point Holiday Novella
GLITTER AND GRIT (Book 4)
CHAPS AND CHANCE (Book 5)
ROPES AND REVENGE (Book 6)
Fans of Brenda Novak, Lori Wilde, and hot, alpha cowboys will love the Lonesome Point Texas series!
Sawyer searched her face in the glow of the moon, the soft light making her look even sexier than she had in the yellow bulbs strung above the farmer’s market. “I really like you. A lot.”
“I like you, too,” she said, her full lips curving at the edges.
“But I meant what I said before, about not being ready for anything serious.” The words tried to stick in his throat, but Sawyer forced them out. He owed Mia honesty, and he wanted to make damned sure they were on the same page before things went any further. “I want to make sure that’s still okay. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you.”
Her smiled faded, but her eyes remained soft, unguarded. “You won’t hurt me.” She ambled down the stairs, stopping on the stair above his, putting them face-to-face and their lips inches apart. “I’m fine with a night, or a week, or the summer…however long feels right. And when it stops feeling right, we go our separate ways, no anger, no regrets.” She lifted her arms, twining them around his neck, sending arousal surging through his body. “This is exactly what I need, Sawyer. You are what I need, and I can’t wait to touch you. Everywhere.”
Any hope of resisting vanished as that last word feathered between her tempting lips. Sawyer closed the distance between them, claiming her mouth as his arm wrapped tight around her waist, crushing her body to his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her body heat caressed him, making his pulse spike and a moan sound low in his throat. He wanted this woman—badly. And he was past ready for them to be alone in a room with a bed, a door, and a lock to keep the rest of the world out.
Sawyer lifted Mia off her feet, carrying her through the shop entrance before kicking the door shut behind them.
“Up the stairs,” she whispered against his mouth. “Bedroom’s up there.”
“You taste fucking amazing.” He hitched her thighs around his waist and took the stairs two at a time. “How can you taste this good after tequila and tacos?”
“How can you lift me like I weigh ten pounds?” she asked, breath rushing out as his fingers dug into the strong muscles of her ass. “God, I love your hands. I couldn’t stop staring at them today.”
“I love your ass,” he said. “And your legs, and your shoulders in that tank top, and the freckles on your nose. I’m a fan of every inch of you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” she said, thighs tightening around his hips. “Right here. Blue door.”
Sawyer opened the door at the top of the stairs, and moved into the shadowed room. He smelled vanilla and lavender, a feminine scent that was sexy and homey at the same time. He peered over Mia’s shoulder, spotting a bed with ruffles cascading down the sides, and an odd-looking rug warming the hardwood floor beside it, but he didn’t stop to flick on the light to get a better look at Mia’s choice of decor. The moonlight streaming through the window cast enough light to see the heat in her gaze as he laid her down on the bed, and that was all the illumination he needed.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, working open the buttons on his shirt. “Head to toe.”
“No toes,” she said, pulling her tee shirt over her head, revealing a white lace bra a shade lighter than the creamy skin of her breasts. “I’m not a foot girl.”
“You will be when I’m done with you.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessie Evans, gave up a career as an international woman of mystery to write the sexy, contemporary romances she loves to read.
She’s married to the man of her dreams, and together they’re raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a cottage in the jungle. She grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even more.
When she’s not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer (badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for bike rides with her house full of boys, and drifting in and out on the waves, feeling thankful for sun, surf, and lovely people to share them with.
A sexy cowgirl gives a rugged Texas loner the ride of his life in USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard’s seductive new series.
Ava Buchanan dreams of a career on the rodeo circuit. Winning a spot on a one-of-a-kind team would be her ticket to the life she’s always wanted. Ava won’t let anyone stand in her way—not even a stubborn cowboy whose slow-molasses smile and red-hot swagger set her senses aflame . . . and whose talents as a trainer could make her a star. Rodeo might be a man’s game, but Ava knows the right woman’s touch can tame the wildest heart.
Trace Carter believes his mayor’s plan to raise the town’s profile has disaster written all over it, and he won’t allow the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center to be dragged into the fiasco. Yet watching Ava’s delectable body on horseback proves too much of a temptation, and his fantasies stray to her riding skills outside the arena. Soon Trace is fighting like hell to rein in his unbridled desire for the petite brunette before it becomes a passion hotter than the Texas sun.
“It doesn’t matter,” Trace said, glancing over at Ava. “Don’t let the Horsemen guilt you. They’re working an angle, and it’s always a crooked one.”
“That makes no sense.” Ava gave him a look of disgust, which he intercepted with good humor. He was just happy to have her in his truck. Frankly, she’d come with him more easily than he’d thought she would. Especially after he’d overheard Fallon ask her out.
That alone had caused Trace to shift his gears. He hadn’t really planned on dragging Ava off. The plan had been to talk rationally to her, help her put her horse in the barn. Hell, he hadn’t had a plan.
Until he’d heard Fallon make his boneheaded offer—and split-second, Trace had known that just couldn’t stand.
“It makes sense to me. You don’t want to hang out with them, Ava. Trust me.”
“I don’t know if I trust you at all. You seem shadier than they do.”
He shook his head. “Just some friendly advice. You don’t know the pitfalls of Hell. Friends help each other out.”
He felt her glare and grinned. Such a sweet, sexy body, so much sass. “Last I checked, yes.”
“You need to sell your idea to Judy. Not me.”
“You let me handle Judy.”
“Fine.” She waved her hand dismissively.
“You don’t really like me much, do you?”
Ava looked at him, her dark-green eyes gazing at him curiously. “You’re arrogant and short-tempered. You didn’t want to give us a shot in the first place, and this is the second time you’ve put me in your truck to twist my arm. Did I miss what I’m supposed to like?”
“Now that you put it like that, I realize I haven’t given you much to be impressed with at all. Let me fix this snag.”
“Go right ahead.”
He turned his truck toward his barns to put her horse away. “If I train you, you’ll be a helluva rider.”
“I’m a helluva rider now.”
“Yeah, but when I get done with you, you’ll be a badass helluva rider.”
“Why? Why are you suddenly so motivated?”
He laughed, parked the truck. “Maybe I hate to see a nice girl getting taken advantage of by the Horsemen.”
“I’m not being taken advantage of.”
“I meant Judy.” He grinned, enjoying himself.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re not that kind of guy.”
“Unselfish? Sure I am.” He went around to open her door.
She slid out of the truck. “Considerate. You’re not considerate enough to try to help us out. Your ego may be involved because you’re competitive. But not considerate or unselfish.”
He grabbed her hand, turned her to face him. She’d been sassing him with those pink lips for a few days now, and a man could only take so much.
He kissed her, long and slow and sweet, taking his time since she didn’t protest. She felt better than he remembered, even in his wildest fantasies, which he’d had plenty of concerning her. He was dying to move his hands to her waist, circle it, palm her sexy fanny. Told himself it was too fast, and too fast never got a man anywhere.
Her lips moved under his, returning his kiss, surprising him. Had she just moved a fraction closer? She seemed to melt against him, surrendering, and Trace’s world spun at all the magical wonder suddenly opening to him.
Somewhere a truck door slammed. Ava gasped, moved away from him. Stared at him, blinking, then silently went to unload her horse.
He followed, helping her unlock the trailer. She unloaded Mack, walking him to the barn.
“Go away,” she told Trace.
That was it? He’d given her a kiss to melt the hardest heart, and she was telling him to drop dead? “Hey,” he said, “don’t freak out.”
“Do I look freaked out?” She walked her horse inside the barn, checked that Mack had fresh, cool water and plenty of fresh hay. “This is the face of annoyed.”
That wasn’t a woman’s typical response to his kissing. “I’m sorry. I jumped the gun.”
“You jumped more than the gun, buster.” She put her horse into a stall, checked the hay, filled the water, brushed past him.
He followed her as she sashayed toward her own beat-up blue truck she’d driven from Virginia. “Ava.”
“What?” She moved a mountain of paper and horse stuff from the front seat to the back.
“Can you forget that happened?”
“Easily.” She got in her truck, switched the engine on, rolled down the window. “I already have.”
He jumped back as she peeled away, shredding his gravel drive. Trace grinned.
She might try to forget, but that kiss was going to last him a while.
It had to. He wasn’t touching the lady again—she was going to have to make the next move.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 2.6 million copies of her titles. She has made the USA Today Bestseller, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook lists, and has written and contracted seventy-one books and special projects. Her work has been published by Harlequin, Samhain Publishing, Robinson Scarlet, and most recently Random House Loveswept contracted for a single title trilogy project, Hell’s Outlaws. Leonard was chosen to be among the first authors published for Robinson’s Scarlet line, writing four single title novels for that imprint. Not long after, she sold on proposal to Harlequin American, where she has since written several popular series, most notably the Cowboys By The Dozen, Morgan Men, and Callahan Cowboys series. Her newest single title project, HOTTER THAN TEXAS, was published in March 2013. Leonard is known for her fun sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters.