Archive for July, 2009

Hanging with Fam

July 28, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger 1 Comment →

It’s been and interesting summer. I’ve been hanging with the fam. My sister and nephew are here for their yearly visit. Just chilling and reconnecting. I love when they come for their visit. My sis and I laugh and have lots of fun. My nephew looks at us like we are nuts but he also has a wicked sense of humor.

My cousin and her fam who live close to me have come by to also chat and so on. My other sister who also lives close came by too. One day they all showed up and my house was overrun with people. Imagine 8 kids and 6 adults. Whew it was a fun and crazy day. I love hanging with the fam. Nice talking about old times, current events and politics. We had some rousing discussions. LOL.

Hanging with fam is one of my favorite summer things. What are some of your fav summer things?

McKenna Jeffries
…. sensual, edgy, unexpected

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Conquering Jazz – What’s a woman to do when she unwittingly makes a tantalizing proposition to her best friend?

Be brazen, bold and set some ground rules.
Her offer. One night of carnal bliss. No emotion allowed.

His counter offer. A continued affair to fulfill all their sexual cravings.

His hidden agenda. Conquer to make sure their affair never ends.

Buy here at Liquid Silver Book.

SCHOOLED is in Session!

July 27, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 3 Comments →


School is about to begin… 

Hola! I’m RaeLynn Blue. I write erotic interracial romance. I write in  a variety of subgenres, including science fiction, fantasy and paranormal/urban fantasy. SCHOOLED is a contemporary romance and I’ve enjoyed writing about ordinary people falling in love. Like my previous titles, Something Deeper and Thelma’s Eatery, SCHOOLED deals with working, middle class people. SCHOOLED is available today from Phaze. As a school teacher, I had a lot of fun writing SCHOOLED. The story is set in a school of course and the heroine is Harper Perry, a language arts teacher at a middle school. Her most terrible and out of control student, Scott Pearson, drives up her stress levels. But his father, well, he drove up her libido level! I am a teacher and have taught school for eight years. I’m going into my ninth year of teaching and find the career challenging and more than a bit rewarding. Like Harper, the heroine in SCHOOLED, I’ve had my share of difficult parents, but I’ve never had a parent quite like Nathaniel Pearson! If I had, it would be a really awesome job perk!

Here’s a short blurb about SCHOOLED. Harper Perry was a veteran teacher. For ten years, she had attended Parent/Teacher Conferences with dread in her heart and a smile plastered on her face. The last thing she expected was the instant attraction to none other than her most problematic student’s father. Nathaniel Pearson had tried to be a good dad, even when circumstances had torn him out of his child’s life. Now he was back and determined to do right by his son. He had the best intentions when he walked determinately into the school gym to meet Scott’s teacher. The last thing in the world he expected was to be SCHOOLED in the ways of love.

 I’d love to know what you think of romances that deal with middle class folks! I also am interested in what you think about interracial romance. Feel free to post your comments below this blog and/or at my group, The Color of Love.  For excerpt an excerpt of SCHOOLED, visit Phaze

But now it’s time for the RJ Blog Contest! This contest ends at 11:59 EST today, July 27th.

Contest for blog readers: 

If you are reading this RJ blog, here’s your contest. Email me, RaeLynn Blue at and tell me one sexy thing about a teacher you had in school. Be sure to put RJ Blog contest in the story line and tell me about a time you were hot for teacher!

Thank you, Romance Junkies for letting me post today. Don’t forget to grab a copy of SCHOOLED and enter the contest!


RaeLynn Blue 


Suspense? Romance? What’s your preference?

July 24, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Latest News 24 Comments →

Thanks to the Romance Junkies for having me here today!

For those of you who don’t know me, I write romantic suspense for Dorchester. My debut book, STOLEN FURY, released in January 2009 and got a fabulous five ribbon review from the Junkies. The second book in the Stolen Trilogy, STOLEN HEAT, hits store shelves next Tuesday, July 28, 2009, and I’m eagerly awaiting the release of this next book. 

My books have been compared to Romancing the Stone and Indiana Jones. I consider myself a throw-back to the old style of RS – when it wasn’t so much about forensics and chasing a killer in order to solve a crime as it was about running for your life, being involved in an adventure, taking a chance on something you never planned to take a chance on. I fell in love with Nora’s early RS’s like Hot Ice, Elizabeth Lowell’s Donovan family (Amber Beach, Jade Island, Pearl Cove…) and Judith McNaught’s Perfect. And I knew those were the style of books I wanted to write. The style that isn’t around so much anymore in this era of dark and gritty serial killer romantic suspense.

In STOLEN HEAT, Pete and Kat aren’t trying to solve a crime, not at first anyway. They’re just trying to stay alive. But circumstances thrust them back together after six years, and the only path to freedom for either one is to find a way to work together: 

His past tore them apart. Her lies thrust them back together. Now a killer’s out for revenge, but the biggest threat for both may just be the heat they thought they’d already lost….

Antiquities dealer Peter Kauffman walked a fine line between clean and corrupt for years. And then he met the woman who changed his life—Egyptologist Katherine Meyer. Their love affair burned white-hot in Egypt, until the day Pete’s lies and half-truths caught up with him. After that, their relationship imploded, Kat walked out, and before Pete could find her to make things right, he heard she’d died in a car bomb.

Six years later, the woman Pete thought he’d lost for good is suddenly back. The lies this time aren’t just his, though. The only way he and Kat will find the truth and evade a killer out for revenge is to work together—as long as they don’t find themselves burned by the heat each thought was stolen long ago…

The one thing I love about romantic suspense is that it forces two people together in extreme circumstances. You realize what’s really important in life when it comes down to the basics, and that’s what happens for my characters. My books are equally weighted on the romance and the suspense. Take one away and the book falls flat. In STOLEN HEAT, it’s the suspense that draws these two back together, but it’s the romance that keeps them there when things get hot.

I’d love to get your opinion on RS. What type do you like to read? Equally balanced suspense/romance, heavier on one or the other? And what kind of RSs would you like to see more of on the market?

Thanks so much for having me here today. For those that are interested, in anticipation of the release of STOLEN HEAT I have BIG contest going on at my website. Enter the drawing and you could win a $100 VISA giftcard, plus a whole host of daily prizes! Go to to enter!!


July 21, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 6 Comments →


Romona Hilliger

Author Romantic Suspense  Filled with stunning twists and surprises, this storykeeps the pulse racing while challenging the emotions…     


Never in her wildest dreams did the young beauty, Megan Ducass expect be caught up in a hunt for a killer while on holiday in
Australia’s Outback.
As he lived and breathed, the maverick, with fire in his eyes and a physique like mortal sin, has sworn to avenge his wife’s rape and murder. But Buck Daniel, discovers that scouring the Australian Outback with revenge on his mind, isn’t that easy.  Hitting dead-ends and false information, keeps him just one step behind his quarry. And then, out of nowhere, he’s confronted with a young woman in distress.Megan is in desperate need of bush photographs to tie up a contract of a lifetime. But securing a ride through the bush proves difficult, until Buck reluctantly, answers her plea for help.But travelling with Buck is a dangerous business. Their campsite is invaded by two thugs on motorbikes, out to warn him off, none too gently. Meg teams up with Buck, and her surprising self-defence skills, win Buck’s admiration. But in the bargain, Meg is hurt, and in his gentle care, she senses the throb of desire running through him, well aware of the answering cry within herself.  Dark secrets and stormy passions surrender to love. Tortured with guilt, Buck believes he’s betrayed his wife’s memory and the quirk of fate that has brought them together now threatens to tear them apart.  

With his wife’s murder avenged and Meg armed with her photographs, they are both ready to leave and go their separate ways.  

They now, face the fight of their lives – the fight within themselves to acknowledge their love for each other.  But will Buck’s past forever, haunt him?  Or will the love he sees in Meg’s eyes prove the more powerful…TRAILER .  


Chapter 1Murder! Not in her wildest dreams had Megan Ducass thought that she’d becaught up in a hunt for a killer while on holiday through
Australia’s Outback.
~On a sensuous breath, she drew in the hot, moist male scent of his broad bare chest.      “Love me,” she sighed, enticing him with the seductive pressure of her breasts. He captured her chin and tilted her face upward, teasing her parted lips with a kiss of soft fire. Her knees buckled and she slumped against him helplessly…      Meg heard herself moan. Her eyelids fluttered and flew open. In a state of drowsiness, she fought her way out of a net of dreams, trying to focus on where she was. Placing her palms on the Land Cruiser’s seat, she pushed herself up from the slumped position she’d slipped down to and stared out of the window. She swallowed hard. The tall, dark stranger with long raven hair, fiercely tied back at the nape of his neck, was still standing by the petrol pump refuelling his vehicle, an impressive, black, ST Nissan Patrol. Cold reality slid over her, clearing her foggy mind, and with it came the realisation that the heat and gentle pulsating, way below her belly, was sexual stimulation. It struck her like a slap in the face.      Horrified, she glanced up sheepishly at her travelling companions. Had they heard her mumbling? Perhaps not, they were both too busy arguing. Meg drew herself up—was she that confused that a total stranger could bewitch and arouse her in this cruel way?      They pulled out of the service station and snaked their way along the

Stuart Highway

again. Meg rested back and gazed out of the four-wheel-drive window, but without even being aware of it, she found herself avidly searching for the black Nissan Patrol. Was he behind them again? Her eyes strained to focus on the traffic lining up at the rear but the sleek black Nissan was nowhere to be seen. She stared ahead and focused on the passing scenery, trying to erase the persistent longing to get a glimpse of the man’s vehicle again. But shoving away the thoughts of him wasn’t easy, they remained large and immovable. Why was she looking for him? 

     Why did he seem so vital to her? What on earth made him so compelling? Someone she didn’t know even existed a few days ago seemed now to consume her. This was the big camping holiday by road around
Australia. At first, Meg hadn’t been interested but Jessica and Nat were doing the trip and had asked her to come along.


Author  Romona HilligerPublished by BLADE PUBLISHING.ORG     “Red hair,” Jim had said back at Bulia. Well there were two men with that description but neither looked anything like him. But then, what if those two rats on motorbikes were right and Jim wrong? They said they knew where Larkin was. Well where were they?Finally, Buck came to a decision. He slapped the steering wheel. “I’ll wait inside,” he said, and jerking the door open, he let himself out of the vehicle. 

     Meg began unbuckling her seatbelt. 

     “Not you, Meg,” he snapped. “You take the Nissan and park just up the road and wait for me. Don’t get out of the car.” 


     The rush of adrenaline through his veins sharpened his voice. “Do as I say Meg. I don’t want you caught up in all this. Now go!” 

     “No, I want to—” 

     “You want nothing!” he said, fiercely. “Do as I say.” 

     An angry retort sprang to Meg’s tongue but she bit on it. She knew he meant well; besides, there was no reason to cross him, not when she could see how taut his face was, taut with the strain of tension and nerves stretched to the limit but held in iron control. 

     Meg drove on and hardly had she parked, when the two men on motorbikes drew up and stopped a little distance from the bar. With caution in their movements, they scanned the area and when they seemed satisfied, they eased off their helmets in a nonchalant way. It was the same two men who’d invaded their camp. Meg froze and her stomach clutched. She could hardly forget that horrible man, Kel. Once more, their suspicious eyes roved the immediate area, and making sure the coast was clear, strode gingerly into the hotel behind Buck.      Hardly had a few minutes elapsed when they all came out and stood on the pavement, talking in low tones. Buck handed them the envelope he’d stashed away in his pocket and without another word, the two men slapped on their helmets, grabbed their bikes and revved away in a noisy retreat. 

     Buck crossed the road and came to the driver’s side of the car. Meg pushed herself over to the passenger seat and Buck got back in, but remained silent. Meg glanced across at him, itching to know what the men had said, but the hard line of his eyes and the scowl on his face spoke trouble, and taking heed of her instincts, keeping quiet seemed the best thing to do. Wordlessly, he started the ignition and drove slowly along a side street, and after some distance, he came to a stop at a dimly-lit house. 

     Meg swallowed hard as icy fingers clutched her stomach. “Is this where Larkin is hiding out,” she asked, mutedly. 


     “Please be careful, Buck,” she said, the words hanging tremulously on her lips. 

     Buck made no reply; it was as though he hadn’t even heard her. So intent on his task he was a different man, one she scarcely recognized. Granted, he wasn’t an old pal or anything like that, but their time together had given her a good insight into his character and she’d not found it wanting. Just then, a man and a woman came out to leave and another man followed behind. She felt Buck grow tense beside her, his knuckles sticking out as his fists clenched the steering wheel.






How I Became a Romance Junkie by Hannah Murray

July 20, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 5 Comments →

My best friend Christine Warren and I have an ongoing feud. Well, it’s not really a feud so much as an incredible amount of bitterness on her part. She’s absurdly jealous because the first romance novel I ever read was Diamond Bay by Linda Howard. The reason this makes her so angry is that she wishes she’d begun her lifelong affair with romance novels in a similar fashion – see, we both love The Howard. That’s what we call her – The Howard. Like, The President or The Beatles – she’s that important.

Why am I talking about my long and very embarrassing fan crush on Linda Howard? Because it all started with her.

I am a romance junkie, and have been ever since I picked up that dog eared copy of Diamond Bay from my neighbor’s stack of to-be-returned library books. I spent my weekly allowance on them, went through the meager collection at my local library within months, and scoured garage sales. Since I was all of twelve when this (minor) obsession began, my mother was less than thrilled. To her credit, she did not outright forbid me to read them, but rather asked me to reach for something slightly more age appropriate.  When I asked her what she had in mind, she said, “What about Judy Blume? How about those kinds of books?” Sure, no problem. So I brought home Forever and Wifey, and she threw up her hands and told me to read whatever I liked.

I read everything I could get my hands on, but the books I liked best, the ones I remember years after reading them, are the ones that made me feel…something. Whether it made me laugh or cry, made me happy or made me sad, I just wanted to feel.  There was a Silhouette Special Edition called One Lavender Evening by Karen Keast that is so achingly beautiful that even today, twenty years and countless re-reads later, it makes my chest tight and my eyes well up.  Julie Garwood’s The Secret still make me laugh, and my heart pounds like mad even though I know what’s going to happen. And Diamond Bay by Linda Howard..that book made me feel everything, and to this day holds a place of honor on my bookshelf.

I didn’t become a romance junkie just because I love romance – I became one because these women, and scores more, are good writers. They tell stories of passion and betrayal, family ties and deep friendships, relationships that are real and bold and keep me on the edge of my seat.

Which brings me full circle, because all those things are also why I became a romance writer. Women like Linda and Judy and Karen, they inspire me every day to tell good stories. I only hope I can live up to their example.


Hannah Murray writes contemporary and erotic romance, often with a kinky edge and always with humor. Check out  website for excerpts, “Behind the Book” tidbits, and a July contest! Her latest story, The Boy Next Door, can be found in Secrets 27 Untamed Pleasures, available now from Red Sage Publishing.

The Boy Next Door – Isabella Carelli isn’t just looking for Mr. Right, she’s looking for Mr. Tie Me Up And Do Me Right. In all the wrong places. Fortunately, the right place is right next door. And the boy next door is just about ready to make his move…


“I really love my life,” Jacob drawled.

“Mine’s starting to look pretty good,” Isa said, her voice muffled by the comforter.

“Darlin’, you should see it from this angle,” he drawled, and sat back to admire his handiwork.

The tableau before him was straight out of his fantasies, the ones that had started the day Isa moved in next door to him. She was on her knees, her ankles tied to the bottom corners of the bed. He’d lashed her wrists together and then pulled them under her body and between her spread feet, tying the rope off on the footboard. The position held her shoulders pressed to the mattress and her ass in the air, and he couldn’t resist running a hand over the curve of her hip.

“Um… it’s not that I don’t appreciate the ingenuity,” Isa said, turning her face to the side and peering up at him from behind a curtain of hair. “But I’m feeling kind of exposed here.”

“I know.” He slid his hand around to her other hip. “I like looking at you like this, all spread out and helpless.”

She made a soft, purring sound at that. “Well, when you put it that way, I like it too. But it does beg the question.”

He was busy testing the firmness of her ass by gently squeezing and releasing the rounded cheeks. They were very firm. “What question is that?”

“Are you going to look all day, or fuck me?”

The question startled a laugh out of him. “Why Isabella, such language! What would your mother say?”

He saw her wince behind her hair. “Dude, are you trying to kill the mood? Don’t mention my mother.”

He was still chuckling. “Right. Good idea. But I can’t let that kind of language slide. It’s rude.”

She snorted. “Rude. Right. I’ve got my ass so high in the air it’s getting altitude sickness, and the word ‘fuck’ is just too crude.”

“That’s a dirty mouth you’ve got, darlin’. Maybe we should do something about that.”

She snorted again. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like this,” he said, and brought his hand down on the curve of her ass with a crack.

Isa yelped. “Hey! Who said you could do that?”

“You did.” He ran his hand over the bloom of red his hand had left on her cheek. “Don’t you remember? A little bondage, may be a slap on the ass here or there.”

Isa’s voice was thick with suppressed laughter. “I don’t think that qualifies as a negotiation, pal. I was drunk!”

“That’s true,” he allowed. “Strictly speaking, you didn’t give your consent to a spanking. But since you’re here…” he slapped the other cheek.

She was giggling openly now, her body shaking with it. He hid his own grin and put on his best big bad man voice. “You’re laughing? This is funny?”

“Well, it does kind of tickle.”


She laughed again, the sound bursting out of her at the outrage in his voice.

“Tickle?” he said again. “I’ll show you tickle, woman!” He dug his fingers into her ribs, moving with her as she squealed and wriggled to get away. “Ah ha! Not so funny now, is it?”

She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, her entire body moving and flexing against the ropes as she tried to evade his dancing fingers. “You asshole!” she managed to get out between gasps for air.

“Asshole? There’s that mouth again,” he rumbled and smacked her upturned ass, a little harder this time.

“Ah!” she gasped, her head coming up off the bed in shock. He rubbed his palm over her cheek, the sting from the initial blow fading into a spreading warmth. He repeated the action with the other cheek, and Isa moaned and dropped her head back to the mattress.

Liane Gentry Skye, Addicted to Magic

July 17, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Latest News 8 Comments →

I believe in magic. 

No, really, I do.  Nobody can convince me that Santa doesn’t exist, that mer-folk aren’t real, or that time travelling demi-gods live only in my imagination.  For me, magic simply is, and I choose not to contemplate a world where it doesn’t exist.

I’m finding that during these challenging times, I’m reaching more and more into my bag of magic tricks to help me create the kinds of stories that can spirit me away from the crap life throws at me. I think that’s why all my stories involve liberal doses of magic–usually of the wicked kind. 

In fact, both of my July releases are stories where red hot magic and sexy fantasy play heavily into the relationships between my heroes and heroines.

 When I was a kid, I wanted to be a mermaid when I grew up.  While that particular dream hasn’t come true just yet, I do love to write about worlds where mer-folk simply are. 

My most recent release, Heart Storm is my very first mermaid novella, and appears in Secrets, Volume 27, Untamed Pleasures.

Sirenia, the last fertile mermaid of her brood, must defy a hurricane to find and mate with the only merman who can save her kind, the prophesied Lost Son of Triton.  Too bad he’s not that sexy Navy SEAL, Byron Burke, who was washed into her arms by the hurricane–and by destiny!

While Heart Storm has been described as “sparkly magic with a brooding edge,” my other July release, Wicked Temptation, could better be described as “brooding magic with a sparkly edge.”  Since Wicked Temptation is the kick of title to Red Sage Publishing’s first multi-author series, Three Kinds of Wicked, I thought the romance junkies out there might enjoy taking a peek at the trailer for the series:

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What about you?  Does magic play a part in your everyday life?  Do you enjoy a bit of magic with your romance, or do you prefer more reality driven stories?  If you do enjoy some sexy magic in your stories, please stop by my website

Thanks so much for allowing me to introduce myself and my work to you here at Romance Junkies today! 


July 16, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Latest News 1 Comment →

Thanks to the moderators of RJB for allowing me this opportunity.

Lure of the Emerald Peacock  

A land of beauty and an ancient history. A land where magic potions and soothsayers walk hand- in- hand with everyday life.  It is 1947.   In the dying days of the British Raj 

See the exotic TRAILER.  With music from Song of
India and the author’s photographs of that wonderful land.

SHORT EXCERPT Even bloodied, sweating, and bound in handcuffs, the magnificent Scotsman was a fearsome sight. His arms pulled above his head with a rope and pulley, he braced his riding boots on the floor to ease the sting of his raw and bleeding wrists.          The goonda chief grinned and prodded his prisoner. “Bow to the lady. She is Maharaja Asohk Kumar’s young sister,” he sneered with a grin, knowing that the Scotsman could barely move let alone bow.  Discarding his prisoner, the chief rushed to welcome the young woman entering the room and grovelled before her, then, holding the door wide he waited for the Maharaja’s entry.

     Through a haze of pain, the Scotsman observed the half-breed girl looking across at him. She hung back a moment, shock imprinted on her face at what she saw, then, took a few steps forward into the full light of the room. Her beauty was beyond anything he’d ever imagined, the delicate eggshell texture of her skin and midnight hair that fell in waves to her waist. And those lips, the colour and sweetness of a pink lady guava, demanding a man taste of them.         The beauty’s eyes travelled salaciously over the expanse of his broad bare chest along his ribcage to the waistband of his trousers, lingering at the area of his exposed navel and on down below that, where her gaze rested. The tip of her tongue circled her lips to moisten them, her thrusting breasts, breath-taking seduction, rose with the long breath she drew. Despite his pain, the Scotsman’s gut tensed and his blood flared in his veins.          The goonda chief and his two burly brutes bowed with folded hands as the Maharaja came tearing in. “Sarkar despite all my efforts, he won’t talk—typical British. Too stubborn for his own good.”      

At all gala functions in the book an authentic Anglo-Indian culinary delight is served. Find the complete recipe on the last page. 

Book now, Available  at Champagne Books   Romona Hilliger Author Author website YouTube

Debut Titles That Rock!

July 14, 2009 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News 26 Comments →

 Book Club Favorit

The RJ Book Club is 2,500 members strong and made up of readers and authors that come to us from all over the net. Many of our members belong to romance communities, blogs and review sites.

We asked our book club members to share with us a debut Author title that they read this year that rocked.


Here are those titles:

Note: Many of the titles listed below have not been reviewed by Romance


The Real Deal by Niki Green at Samhain publishing
Mark of the Demon by Diana Rowland, Bantam Books

The Magic Knot by Helen Scott Taylor

The Shack  by William P. Young

As Luck Would Have It by Alissa Johnson.

Dark & Dangerous by Jeanne Adams, Zebra

Fire at Midnight by Lisa Marie Wilkinson

The Path to Freedom by Lisa Pietsch,  Sapphire Blue Publishing

A Hint of Wicked by Jennifer Haymore

Twilight by Stephaine Meyers!

Super in the City by Daphne Uviller, Bantam Books

Rescue Me by Christy Reece

Hot Cargo by Nicki Bennett, Ariel Tachna

One Scream Away by Kate Brady

A taste of magic by Tracey Madison

My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult

Even Demons Get the Blues by Maree Anderson, Red Sage Publishing

Forbidden Heart by Kara Wills, Siren-Bookstrand Publishing

Renegade by Sarah Parr, Zebra

I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti by Giulia Melucci, Grand Central.

The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan, Delacourte

S. J. Day- Eve of Darkness, Tor

Scarlett and the Sheriff  by Carly Carson’s,  Red Sage

 The Conqueror by Kris Kennedy, zebra

Ravenous: The Dark Forgotten by Sharon Ashwood, Signet

Salt & Silver by Anna Katherine, Tor

Mastering the Marquess by Vanessa Kelly

Lady Sarah’s Redemption by Beverley Eikli

Mistaken by Kerri Nelson

Dibs by Lisa Wells
Rockstar by Lexi Adair

What a Scoundrel Wants by Carrie Lofty

Mistress of Pleasure by Delilah Marvelle,

Never Resist Temptation By Miranda Neville

Dark Desires of the Druids by Isabel Roman

Blood and Sex: Michael  by Angela Cameron
In Over Her Head  by Judi Fennell, Soucebooks

No Regrets  by Michele Ann Young , Sourcebooks
Wild Sight  by Loucinda Mcgary, Sourcebooks

What Would Jane Austen do by Laurie Brown Soucebooks

What’s in a Cowboy?

July 10, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger 2 Comments →

Blackest HeartSince I began writing western romance in early 2008, I haven’t really been able to stop. When I stopped to ask myself why, my #1 reason was of course those addictive cowboy heroes.

Alpha? Beta? Gamma? I can’t categorize my cowboy heroes or anyone else’s. Whether writing in the historical or contemporary western world, these heroes have a flavor all their own. Most cowboys are…

 1) content to be on their own for lengthy periods of time while out riding the Range

  2) can rough-it in the wild if needs be and like it

  3) respect and even love that trusty steed they get around on (a lot of them get along better with the horse than people)

  4) often think they can handle the fairer sex the way they handle their trusty steed…and are really surprised when that feisty heroine teaches them something different

5) know what back-breaking work is and have the ripped physique to proof it, baby!

Judd Black, my first cowboy hero from Blackest Heart, is a prime example of all of the above. He’s a loner, the small town of Wayback, Texas’s “silent cowboy.” Though he isn’t entirely mute, thanks to his traumatic childhood, he only speaks to a select number of people—and shortly. His circle of trust is very small and other than his work on Ridge Range, he doesn’t get out much and is more than content to be home alone every night with his pet mutt. Until Stella Ridge comes back to her family’s Range to recover from a car accident, Judd likes his solitary life. Being as drawn as he is to the untouchable boss’s daughter is pretty frigging inconvenient…until he realizes she’s attracted to him, too. Then the real fun kicks off! He might like the quiet life but he has a daredevil streak and is a champion bull-rider. He revels in the rush of being on the back of wild, bucking beast for eight seconds. All reviewers for Blackest Heart had one thing to say in common: they love them some silent cowboy!

So what do you say for Judd? Alpha, Beta, or Gamma? Tough to pick, huh? Let’s try another: Casey Ridge, the hero of Bluest Heart and second in my Wayback trilogy. Casey can rough it with the best of them, having grown up on his family’s cattle spread, Ridge Range. Though he appreciates the back-breaking work, he wants to settle down. Only the woman he wants, Josie Brusky, doesn’t believe in marriage. So begins Casey’s efforts to charm Wayback’s ultimate single woman into tying the knot. The thing about this cowboy is that he’s not willing to give in once he’s decided he wants something bad enough. Though Casey has softer characteristics than Judd, he is one hot man and Josie’s wild attraction for him gets in the way of her refusal. How does one resist a dimpled smile, a six-pack, and some pretty fantastic cowboy lovin’ all in one undeniable package? Pretty impossible, if I do say so myself…

Bluest Heart

When I ask others why they love their cowboy heroes, it’s difficult to pin down exactly why. One if not all the above elements are listed. But most of all it’s that when you read about a cowboy, you’re pretty much guarenteed a hero who is strong, courageous, and adventurous and more than man enough to stand by his woman through thick and thin…once you get past that isolation streak, in Judd’s case, of course 😉 

Blackest Heart, available now, and Bluest Heart are a part of The Wild Rose Press’s Wayback, TX series, “Where a Cowboy Falls in Love Every Eight Seconds.” I’ve been a fan of this series since reading Rita Thedford’s Hot Night at the Blue Bug Saloon and Judith Rochelle’s Shadow of the Hawk. Each Wayback release quickly jumps to the top of The Wild Rose Press bestseller list, evidence that I’m not the only Waybackaholic. I’ll leave you, Romance Junkies, with the most serious symptoms of Waybackaholics:



1) Chronic gawking – this is due in large part to the beautiful covers of Tamra Westberry’s creation. In particular, Rita Thedford’s Hot Night at the Blue Bug Saloon and Sylvie Kaye’s Wrong Side of Love

2) Soreness of the nose – caused by the insanely addictive nature of these HOT stories. (Readers have been found glued to the screen.)

3) Recurring distraction – experts believe this is due to two things: a) incredible love scenes and b) the dreamiest of dreamy cowboy heroes. This symptom will interfere with day-to-day activities (namely laundry, cooking, cleaning…) and may occur in the workplace where consequences could be much more severe

4) Fantasizing and/or playacting – this symptom isn’t particularly alarming. In fact, experts suggest it may be the reason many readers have         taken it up a notch in the bedroom. Imagining your SO Nash, Hawk, Luc, or Judd can definitely add more excitement to activities in between the sheets! (As of yet, no complaints have been filed by partners or spouses.)

5) Sulking – when readers flip to final place and their noses are pressed against a blank screen, inevitable sulking soaks in. But no worries,        Wayback may be a small town but there are many more cowboys to rope and tie down and more Wayback stories to enjoy! Check out         The Wild Rose Press and discover what real cowboys are all about!!!


“I love the way the air feels here,” she murmured, watching the fire in the sky take its sweet time burning out. “I love how it tastes.”

Her companion didn’t speak. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall figure leaning against the fence. She turned her head when he didn’t reply. A stunning zap of electricity surged through her.

Judd had taken his hat off, revealing his thick crop of black hair, and was holding it between his hands draped over the fence line, elbows braced on the rail. His boot was propped on the lowest. His eyes squinted against the bright display, trained on the sun’s showcase. Beside him, sitting dutifully was an adorable mutt.

The man was an enigma. It got to her. That pleasant burning sensation began to swell within her again.

He straightened, catching her stare. She didn’t look away. Remembering how he’d raced with her over the field that afternoon, how he’d ridden that mean bull at the rodeo, she thought he must like challenges. Her admiration for him peaked.
She liked a challenge, too.

His brows rose as she stepped to him. Interest instead of astonishment filled his complex eyes. She came to a halt with the dog between them. “What’s with you, Judd?” she asked, punching just enough challenge into the question. “Didn’t Apache Jim ever teach you any manners? Didn’t anyone ever tell you how rude it is to stare?”

Something welled beneath the interest.


A sharp breath escaped her as she watched his eyes smile at her, crinkling up at the corners. She was the astonished one. Her body froze up when he reached out with one of those hard, wide-palmed hands. If she could’ve moved, she wouldn’t have stepped back.

His fingertips brushed over her damp hair, from her brow back over her crown. She fought against the urge to close her eyes, sigh and melt. Her scalp tickled under his light touch. His fingers combed through the ends of her tresses and repeated the motion, slower the second time through. She gripped the rail next to her, afraid she’d sway.

The amusement in his eyes had faded. They’d lifted to the scars she’d left exposed by combing her hair back from her face. His thumb traced the smooth, jagged line, tracing it to the corner of her eye.

She tried to read his face. The tender moment between them intensified. The tingles deepened. Though she wanted to turn his attention away from those imperfections on her face, she drew comfort from his whispering touch. His eyes darkened. There was anger there now. He was angry she’d been hurt. Her heart picked up pace, welcoming his fury.

She allowed her eyes to close. Her blood was singing, warming skin chilled by the nightly breeze. She could hear him breathing, just barely. Edging closer, she reached up to touch him. Her fingers found the chords of his upper arm. They wrapped around them, gripping them for support.

His fingertips found the scar by her mouth and began to trail down the angled mark. Her eyes popped open, fixed on his and her breath seized when he touched the very corner of her mouth. His fingers lingered, eyes tracing the line of her lips. She wanted his mouth to do the same. She waited breathlessly, heart thudding hard between them.

*More Than Magic Winner
*Available Now from The Wild Rose Press
The Way Back Home*Look for the Wayback print anthology The Way Back Home featuring More Than Magic winner Blackest Heart, Marguerite Arotin’s Return of the Prodigal Daughter, and Abbey MacInnis’s Delighting Miss Daisy – available July 31! Purchase Blackest Heart, Judd’s story, today at The Wild Rose Press and look for Bluest Heart, Casey’s story, later this year!

Amber Leigh Williams is a member of Romance Writers of America, Secretary and PRO Chapter Liaison of the Gulf Coast Romance Writers, and monthly contributor to Romance Writers United Write Right newsletter. She is the award-winner author of romantic adventure Fox & Hound, romantic suspense Denied Origin, western romance Blackest Heart, and contemporary romance A Summer’s Hope. She lives on the Gulf Coast with her husband and three labs. Learn more about her books and articles by visiting her on the web at

Romantic Suspense Author Betty Ann Harris & Her Sexy Special Agents

July 08, 2009 By: Guestauthor Category: Guest Blogger, Latest News 6 Comments →

eureka_point200×300.jpg  First there was the deeply sensitive and romantic Special Agent Tom Owens from Eureka Point. Next came the ruggedly handsome and sexy Special Agent Stephen O’Leary from My Very Special Agent. Both, the kind of agents I wouldn’t mind protecting me.


  But hold onto your hats, ladies. My third release in the Special Agent Series, The Darkhorse Conspiracy, which is being released tomorrow, July 9th, at Red Rose Publishing, will introduce you to the sexiest special agent to date. James Kelly is charming, witty, and very good at his job. But he’s got his hands full with the Stephanie Alexander case.


  Stephanie Alexander is an international journalist who is missing, and under suspicious circumstances. The beautiful blue-eyed blond and ex-fiance of Simon Fox, owner of The Darkhorse Stables, who raises Kentucky Derby winning thoroughbreds, has vanished.

  James must find her, if she’s still alive, and finds himself smack-dab in the middle of a terroristic conspiracy that is a threat to the security of the entire eastern seaboard of the United States. Will he find her in time? Can they work together to find the answers they need so that the State Department can defray The Darkhorse Conspiracy?

  You can find out all the answers to these questions when you read, The Darkhorse Conspiracy by romantic suspense author Betty Ann Harris. Available July 9th at 

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