Welcome Catherine Bybee/ Taken by Tuesday

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TAKEN BY TUESDAY

The Weekday Bride Series, Book Five

Montlake Romance, Contemporary

August 12, 2014, First Edition

Paperback & Kindle

 

JUDY GARDNER:

College graduate Judy stands ready to conquer the world…if she can find a job. Hoping to transition from aspiring architect to famous architect as quickly as possible, the dark-haired beauty moves to LA, staying in the home of her celebrity brother, Michael Wolfe. But it’s hard for Judy to focus on work when the sexy bodyguard she fell for last summer keeps showing up in her life and leaving her breathless.

 

RICK EVANS:

With his hard body, green eyes, and easy smile, Rick could have any woman he wants. But the Marine-turned-bodyguard only has eyes for Judy and her spitfire attitude. When a faceless villain attacks Judy, Rick will stop at nothing to protect the woman who opened his heart from the monster hunting her.

 

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“Readers will fall in love with Rick, who is the ultimate book boyfriend with his good looks and bad-ass attitude.”  –RT BOOK REVIEWS, TOP PICK!, 4 ½ STARS

 

EXCERPT

 

A throaty laugh made him pause.

He knew that laugh.

The smile on his face suddenly felt more genuine. His gaze slid across the room when she laughed again. Her back was to him, but it was her…Utah. She held her cue stick and pointed at a corner pocket. “Watch ‘em and weep.”

She sunk the eight ball like it was her bitch and the guys around the table groaned. A short-haired blonde lifted her hand and made a grabby motion with her fingers. “Pay up!”

Utah laughed, laid her cue on the table, and grabbed the bottle of beer at her side. All the while Rick just watched the interplay. She wore tight jeans, a tucked in tank that hugged her waist in a mouth-watering way …over the ensemble was a jean jacket that he could easily picture draped over the handlebars of his motorcycle.

“I think we just got hustled,” one of the young college kids said as he shoved his hands in his wallet to pay his debt.

“I tried to warn you.”

Judy’s friend shoved the bills into her pocket faster than the waitress had. “Anyone else? Twenty buck minimum with a round of drinks.”

This might be fun.

Rick took a step forward and lifted his voice above the crowd. “A hundred bucks.”

Utah froze, but didn’t turn around. He wondered if she recognized his voice. Had she thought about him in the last year? With the exception of her brother’s divorce party, he hadn’t seen her…not outside of a wet dream or two.

The blonde swiveled her head like a snake to prey and her eyes did that sweeping thing that happened to him once in a while. Rick knew he wasn’t hard on the eyes, knew he filled out his shirt like a Marine should. His thick shoulders and neck screamed military or linebacker. He did play a little football in high school.

“Who the hell are you?” the blonde mumbled.

Rick chuckled.

Judy slowly turned and had to tilt her head back to look at him. “Green Eyes.”

“Hey, Utah.”

“You know this guy?” The blonde shoved next to Judy and nudged her arm.

God, she was even more adorable than he remembered. He didn’t let her eyes go, just matched her stare. A blush rose to her cheeks and a few freckles peeked through. Her snarky remark about his presence was a heartbeat away. He’d lay another hundred bucks on the table as a bet that the next words out of her mouth would shock everyone within earshot.

“Did the steroid train stop in town when I wasn’t looking?”

The blonde started to laugh.

Rick stepped even closer so barely an inch separated them. The smile never left his face. “I hear steroids shrink dicks.”

As if she couldn’t help herself, Judy glanced down and it was Rick’s turn to laugh. He brushed the edge of her body with his and removed the cue from the table. “What do ya say, Utah? I’ll even let you break. Ladies first and all that.”

Rick knew they were drawing a crowd, but the interplay between them matched the sparks that hovered over them like a damn rainbow, and he was powerless to care what anyone thought.

“A hundred bucks is steep, Judy.”

“S’okay, Meg…Rick’s a big talker. Besides, he doesn’t know what I’m capable of.”

Rick shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Now, now…don’t want to show all your cards.”

“She’s really good, dude,” the guy she’d relieved of twenty bucks said from across the table.

Rick lowered his voice. “Will you go easy on me, Babe?”

Judy regained some of her lost composure and pushed away from his personal space. “Not on your life. And I’m not your babe!”

We’ll see about that. He couldn’t stop smiling.

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CATHERINE BYBEE

BIO:

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the Weekday Brides Series and the Not Quite Series. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.

 

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Welcome Becky McGraw/ Cowgirl Crazy

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They work hard, play hard and love harder.

It’s all about the ride, until the right woman

makes them fall.

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BLURB:

Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

HOT (18+) EXCERPT from COWGIRL CRAZY…

Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to balance his shot glass about two inches under her navel. Heather always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would spill into her navel, but Ryan put his lower. Her muscles contracted, as the cold glass touched her skin and heat zinged through her as she thought about him licking her up to the glass, before taking the shot.

The amber liquid sloshed in the glass, and he frowned. “No spilling, Twy, or there will be consequences.” His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated almost as large as the blue irises. His breathing came in short spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his throat. The look on his handsome face said he would relish delivering those consequences. “By the time I’m done, I’ll really need that drink.”

A shiver worked itself up her body from her toes, and the glass wobbled. She gasped and contracted her muscles to steady it. Agitation bristled through her. “Why don’t you just have the damned shot then, and get on with this?” That’s what she really wanted.

His hand clamped on her ankle, and he grinned. “Patience is a virtue, darlin’. Slow is not always a bad thing, and I’m about to teach you that, and a lot more.” His voice was heavy with anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his tongue making a trip around his lips.

Her eyes followed it around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex of her thighs. Maybe this is why all those bunnies she saw leaving his trailer were smiling. They must have had the patience he was talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his lovemaking. Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but deciding to try to find the patience he asked her to have. She a huffed a breath then relaxed and uncurled her fists.

What the hell did she know about all this, anyway? She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing. Had done it many times. Too many. “Get on with it, then,” she grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass steady on her lower abdomen.

Ryan’s dark head appeared in her line of vision, and Twyla gasped. His eyes met hers over the plane of her tummy, and were filled with mischief and purpose. His hot breath tickled her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still, Twyla. No spilling.”

He slid his hands, behind her calves, and under her thighs to hold her hands at her sides, then turned his face to plant a wet kiss on her inner thigh. His mouth latched there and he sucked, while his tongue swirled on her skin. Fire zipped up to her core, her muscles contracted, and Twyla whimpered. The glass wobbled and she knew right then she was in big trouble.

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Becky McGraw, Contemporary Western Romance Author

Author of the Amazon Bestselling Texas Trouble and Cowboy Way Series

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Bio:

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya’ll. She is originally from Louisiana, but resides in South Texas with her husband and dog Abby.

A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, a graphic artist, web designer and writer. She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

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Welcome Jami Brumfield? Winter Saga Series tour

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Winters Saga Series
Author: Jami Brumfield
Publication Date: Apr 29, 2014
Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance

 

Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)
 

Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising

Revenge
has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal
for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people
who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the
middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come
true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a
position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on
a temporary hold.

He is duty bound to protect her.
Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite
supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal
is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them.
Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of
help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend
in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.

She is his mate.

Gabriel
Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the
new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned
upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council
meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t
dating his best friend, Lucky.

It’s like being torn between two lovers.

Rebecca
is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to
find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and
discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first
transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.

But the heart wants what the heart wants.

And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While
Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political
and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most
important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.

EXCERPT:

He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.

“You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family,” he
whispered.

Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her
wolf agreed.

“It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and
grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have
been healed by then. This cut,” she held up her bandaged hand, “is
already gone.”

“Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds
first. Bruises are always the last to heal.” His answer made logical
sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him
back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for
hours. How was I to know?”

“You need to be more careful.”

He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to
have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t
understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed
time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was
constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to
wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common
phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.

“Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?” Or the fact
that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that
last thought to herself but didn’t release her grip on his waist. It made her
feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run
her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren’t
in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to
stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was
still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of
that matter when she was this close to him.

He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her
senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power
to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.

“No.”

And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. “What took you so
long in the restroom?” It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the
passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt
ego or let him know he was rattling her.

‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.

‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping
things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

She went along with his change of subject, for now. “I ran into Sundae.
She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh?” Interest entered his face and eyes.

“Yes, she asked if I was happy.” Rebecca shrugged.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”

“I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.
She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.
I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous
than she looks. She even called me a little wolf.” Rebecca almost laughed
at the thought. “Which is funny considering she is much smaller and
obviously weaker than me.”

He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. “Be careful of the dream
weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks.”

“I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me
out, too.” She shivered.

“I’m serious, Rebecca.”

She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want
Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and
having to hide it to the world. “What? Okay, so they can give me
nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie.”

“The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
They are far better assassins than allies.” Lucky spoke slowly to make
sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle
enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made
her feel more worried.

A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky
hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but
hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it
more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural
way.

Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of
concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf
the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending
not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful
witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she
was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from
afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. “I’ll
be careful.” She promised.

The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten
it with a fun change of subject. “So why did you punch Gabriel?”

“Why did he kiss you?” The intensity in the look he gave her made her
wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.

“I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me.” She put up three
fingers and said, “Scouts honor.” The memory of the intense feelings
his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking
suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.

‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.

“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.

‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.

And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over
the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.

She shook her head. “It wasn’t me that enjoyed it.” She didn’t know
how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.

“Come on, Becca. I heard you.” Betrayal played in his eyes as he
continued his path towards class.

“It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me.” Rebecca took his arm
and spun him towards her. “I know we’re using this ‘fake’ relationship as
a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can’t change my attraction and desire for you.
And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this.”
She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate
to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all
resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.

He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her
waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that
moment, but if they weren’t everything would have simply faded away. In that
moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size
difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his
tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in
response only pulled her further into the kiss.

He pulled back and shook his head. “This can’t keep happening.”

His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out
the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps
backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.

The gesture made her freeze.

“Why?” It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

“It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all
things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically
engaged.”

Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. “Okay, we could
battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn’t they? But engaged?” She
shook her head in confusion. “Who? How? Why? You never said
anything.” Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a
strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

“I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be
twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids.” He tried to
explain, but had a helpless look on his face. “Besides, you’re an alpha.
You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made
his first play for you.”

Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)

Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one
terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she
lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy
her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human
cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to
separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could
she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?

It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to
rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone
wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive
her?

While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new
identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their
lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as
natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his
sisters lives indefinitely.

More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile
connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the
darkness to tear their new worlds apart.

EXCERPT:

Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store.
They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver
of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted
blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped
on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no
expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part.
Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and
designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time
he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.

“You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.

“Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t
good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.

“Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book.
However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are
placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded
her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that
we’re officially engaged.”

Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged,
officially.”

“Really? Why is that?”

This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her
bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a
man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in
impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the
tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”

Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor
had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and
screamed.

“What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at
them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public
settings.

“It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He
pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and
held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I
cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the
honor of becoming my bride?”

Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She
looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye
roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.”
She had no choice but to say it.

“What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a
vampire.

“Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.

The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped
his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around.
“That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against
her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when
he put her down.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had
gathered to witness her fake proposal.

He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a
request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender
hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell
around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching.
One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept
onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you
now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her
lips toward his, still not touching.

She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his
question.

“Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”

He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a
matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light
up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand
of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”

“Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread
across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips
touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her
mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he
continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and
possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.

AUTHOR BIO:
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Jami M Brumfield
has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds
for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every
story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is.
She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short
stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like
examiner.com. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing
and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the
product of that union.

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Book one in the Winters Saga
“Lone Wolf Rising” focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of
unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona
pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around
every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance
begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate
prices.

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Book two in the Winters Saga “Vampire Princess
Rising” continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the
focal character is Rebecca’s sister Savannah. She went from homecoming
queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life… undead
life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the
Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war
starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle
of it.

Book three in the Winters Saga “Fire Master
Rising” is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the
focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted
daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be
tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will
never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June
or early July release date for this book.

She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.

By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights
she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic
thrill rides for your enjoyment.

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Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way)

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Author Becky McGraw

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Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend,
Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he
tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an
overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best
friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight
his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the
Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and
apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his
barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club.
When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there
shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

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Her mood teeter-tottered back and forth like a seesaw. Unfortunately, now jealousy had raised its ugly head and her blood boiled for a fight. As she marched to the garage, Grace stomped her fancy shoes, making little puffs of dust with every step in the dirt. Tight fists swung back and forth with every step.

The wooden stairs to his room echoed her angry steps. Reaching his door, Grace gripped the doorknob and swung open the door. John stood half-naked, shaving in front of an old cracked mirror.

“Don’t believe in knocking, princess?” He never looked her way, just continued to shave. The straight blade scraped along his neck, one graceful swipe after another.

His concentration was obviously on the task at hand and not on her. “I didn’t want to startle you and have you slit your throat.” She crossed the room and sat on his bed. Shock that she’d burst into his room and was sitting on his bed briefly flashed into her mind. She dismissed it and tried to calm her racing pulse. Trying to appear relaxed, she rested her arm on the iron footboard. Overlapping her legs, she swung one long leg gracefully back and forth.

“So, you decided to just barge right in and that would be quieter?” He rinsed the blade in the sink full of water and surveyed his jaw once more in the mirror for spots he may have missed. “I’m not in the mood for games this morning, Grace.”

“Who said I wanted to play games?” Her chest puffed out.

“You tell me. I’m not the one who barged into your room.” John splashed his face and then patted it dry with a towel.

“My, you’re in a temper this morning.” The swinging of her shoe increased in speed.

“I’m not angry.” He reached for a comb and ran it through his hair. “Just tired.”

This was not going as planned. All the words that she wished to say were suddenly gone. Instead, she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Well, I’m angry with you.”

“For what?” He turned and sat his backside against the sink, his arms folded over his chest.

“You left me alone last night.” She stood, walked to his side, and leaned a shoulder on the wall.

“Your brother was here.” John faced toward the mirror again and returned to combing his hair.

He was trying to ignore her, it would seem. Had he lost interest so fast?

“That’s not what I meant.” Her nose raised and her hand settled on her hip.

“And what do you mean?” John halted, tossed the comb on a shelf, and stepped closer. So close she could smell the clean scent of his soap. Her cheeks heated as she recalled that part of her dream. His chest was bare except for the springy dark curls that graced his chest before narrowing to a line that disappeared into his trousers. Her ears burned and she swallowed.

“I trusted you.” She settled deeper against the wall.

“Is that it? I passed another test on your list and now you are angry because I didn’t live up to your standards.”

How did he know she had a list? “Something like that.” Her lower lip stuck out and she stared at the floor.

“So what did I do to lose your trust?” John crossed his arms. A line creased his forehead.

“Daniel said you went to Roxie’s.” Grace peeked at his eyes before looking away. It never mattered that her father or brother had probably frequented there, but with John, it was a different story.

“Aye, and what has that got to do with trust?” His voice rose in anger now, which riled her even more.

“Why are you yelling?” She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.

“Because I’m tired, frustrated, and I don’t know what the hell you are doing here?”

“I can understand you being tired, but I thought that ‘kind of activity’ was supposed to ease a man’s,” she searched for the right word, “exasperations.”

He laughed and braced a hand on each side of her shoulders along the wall. “Is that what this is? You’re jealous.”

“I am not.” The tip of her chin rose. “I thought we had a business agreement.”

“Are you offering the same kind of business as they do at Roxie’s?” He leered at her chest and raised an eyebrow.

Her cheeks flamed. “Heavens, no. What kind of lady do you think I am?” The man was infuriating.

“I know what kind of lady I’d like you to be.” He wasn’t backing down.

“Be that as it may, I won’t waste my time on any man who doesn’t love me full time.” She narrowed her gaze. “Or one that spends his time in a whorehouse.”

“You think I spent the night between some woman’s thighs.” He stepped closer and the tip of his finger tapped her nose.

“Don’t be crude, John, and don’t be silly. Why, I should give two bits about whom you spend your time with.” But, she did care and it hurt like hell to think of him with someone else.

His right hand framed her jaw and his thumb slid across her lower lip. The rapid beat of her heart threatened to bring on the vapors.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered.

Was that a question or a statement? She couldn’t decide.

“Yeah.” It was all she could manage to say before her eyelids lowered.

She jumped when his lips touched hers. His large frame pressed her smaller one against the wall. The kiss was forceful before gentling. Her knees weakened as he nipped her lips. When she kissed back, his tongue gained entrance. The kiss tasted sweet, like maple syrup. John’s arms reached around her back and held her close. Her breasts compressed against his chest. Her soft curves yielded to his hard length. Grace gasped for air when the kiss ended. His eyes shone darker than usual.

“I was there, princess, but the only pair of legs I want to be between belong to a woman who wasn’t there.”

The comment brought her crashing back to Earth. She reached an arm back to swing and he grabbed her hand before it could make contact with his face. “You’re nothing but a thug, John O’Malley.”

A smile crinkled little lines around his eyes. “Aye, but I’m your thug.” He enfolded her in a hug and swung her around. “I think you want a thug, Grace.” He released her and grinned. “A gentleman thug.”

“There is no such thing.” She placed her fists on her hips.

“Aye, there is and it is just what you need. A gentleman thug—that’s a man who will open the door and then slap your perfect arse as you pass.”

That kind of man did sound intriguing, but he didn’t need to know that. “Be that as it may, I still don’t know if I can trust you.” Her spine straightened and she gazed at an old picture of three horses in a storm hanging on the wall.

“Can I trust you, Grace?” he asked softly.

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COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) by Becky McGraw

Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl.  She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love.  She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister.  When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do.  One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

 

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy.  He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city.  Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay.  Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her.  If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

 

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off.  Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath.  He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy.  He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club.  When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

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Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to balance his shot glass about two inches under her navel. Heather always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would spill into her navel, but Ryan had put his lower. Her muscles contracted, as the cold glass touched her skin and heat zinged through her as she thought about him licking her …up to the glass, before taking the shot.

 

The amber liquid sloshed in the glass, and he frowned. “No spilling, Twy, or there will be consequences.” His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated almost as large as the blue irises. His breathing came in short spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his throat. The look on his handsome face said he would relish delivering those consequences. “By the time I’m done, I’ll really need that drink.”

 

A shiver worked itself up her body from her toes, and the glass wobbled. She gasped and contracted her muscles to steady it. Agitation bristled through her. “Why don’t you just have the damned shot then, and get on with this?” That’s what she really wanted.

 

His hand clamped on her ankle, and he grinned. “Patience is a virtue, darlin’. Slow is not always a bad thing, and I’m about to teach you that, and a lot more.” His voice was heavy with anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his tongue making a trip around his hot lips.

 

Her eyes followed it around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex of her thighs. Maybe this is why all those bunnies she saw leaving his trailer were smiling. They must have had the patience he was talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his lovemaking. Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but deciding to try to find the patience he asked her to have, she a huffed a breath then relaxed and uncurled her fists.

 

What the hell did she know about all this, anyway? She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing. Had done it many times. Too many. “Get on with it, then,” she grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass steady on her lower abdomen.

 

Ryan’s dark head appeared in her line of vision, and Twyla gasped. His eyes met hers over the plane of her tummy, and were filled with mischief and purpose. His hot breath tickled her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still, Twyla. No spilling.”

 

He slid his hands, behind her calves, and under her thighs to hold her hands at her sides, then turned his face and he planted a wet kiss on her inner thigh. His mouth latched there and he sucked, while his tongue swirled on her skin. Fire zipped up to her core, her muscles contracted, and Twyla whimpered. The glass wobbled and she knew right then that she was in big trouble.

 

 

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COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) by Becky McGraw

Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend,
Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he
tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an
overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best
friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight
his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the
Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and
apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his
barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club.
When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there
shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

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Welcome Becky McGraw/ Borrowing Trouble

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Dylan Thomas is a rodeo cowboy working at the R& R Ranch until his shoulder is healed enough to get back on the road. Carrie Collins, a young widow, is sent to the R & R by her friends to rest, but it is hard for her to relax when she has two kids and a hill full of bills to worry about. Little did these two know that they would have an instead attraction and that trouble was never too far behind.

I loved this story. Dylan is the perfect handsome cowboy that although he won’t admit it, really needs the home life that he never had. The sweet as sugar cookies, Carrie thinks she has no time for romance and a traveling cowboy is the last thing she needs. I was cheering from the start to see these two end up together!! The story was engaging, suspenseful, realistic, romantic, and had just the right amount of sweet and spicy.

I am actually only on book five of the Texas trouble series but I read this one anyway. It was written in a way that you could read it as a stand alone book and not be lost at all. This is fast becoming one of my favorite series!

Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) **NEW RELEASE ON 5/26/14**
Carrie Collins has been trying to hold it together for three years, since her husband Sean was killed in the line of duty during an undercover drug operation gone bad. If that and the mountain of bills she was left with weren’t bad enough, her son becomes mixed up with the wrong crowd at school. Carrie feels like a failure as a mother, and does the only thing she can think of to fix things, she goes back to her parent’s ranch.
Her dead husband’s best friend, the man accused, but later exonerated of, Sean’s murder shows up at the ranch with his new wife and offers her a break from the kids and the craziness of her life. Carrie is reluctant to accept, but he won’t take no for an answer. She goes to the R & R Ranch, but doesn’t find relaxation there. What she finds is a tall, charismatic ex-rodeo cowboy who not only ties her emotions in more knots than his lasso, he wakes up her dormant libido.
Carrie fights the attraction, because the last thing she needs is a man like Dylan Thomas in her life, a tumbleweed kind of guy who tells her in no uncertain terms he isn’t looking for a relationship. She knows her kids deserve better and so does she. Her kids aren’t there though, and the temporary fantasy he represents becomes too much to resist.
Dylan Thomas wants nothing more than to return to competitive bull riding after an almost career-ending injury landed him at the R & R Ranch teaching rich greenhorns to ride bulls. A year and a half of catering to those wealthy snobs has him bored and restless, until a curvy brunette convinces him it might not be so bad to hang around for a little while longer.
Carrie Collins takes hard to get to an olympic-class level though, and it takes everything in Dylan’s bag of tricks to get close to her. When things finally heat up between them, he finds out there are a couple of things she hasn’t told him about. Like the two kids she has who show up at the ranch, and the job she has accepted there.
His temporary fling with the cute ranch guest suddenly gets a lot more complicated and permanent. Especially when former associates of her son turn up at the ranch demanding money she doesn’t have. Dylan knows then he’s borrowed a helluva lot of trouble he didn’t need in his life by getting involved with her, but when the opportunity to leave presents itself, how can he leave her in danger?
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The loud, throaty rumble of an engine reached Carrie Collins inside the barn and her eyebrows knotted. She laid the saddle blanket back on the shelf, and dusted her hands on her jeans as she walked to the door. Shielding her eyes, she looked at the road to see who was paying them a visit. Maybe it was one of her mother’s friends from church, she thought, but then a slick, black motorcycle emerged from the trees onto the gravel drive leading up to the house and she realized she was very wrong. Neither rider wore a helmet, both wore bandanas instead. One rider was in black leather and the other in white.

Concern shot through her, and Carrie considered going back inside to get the shotgun her daddy kept in the office, just in case, but the kids and her daddy were in the house. He could see her from there and she knew he must hear the loud engine too. She walked out of the barn to stand under the tree and wait for them to make it to the barn.

The bike stopped, and the driver put down the kick stand. He leaned down to fiddle with something at the side of the bike and she noticed the pattern on his bandana said Groom of Doom interspersed with hearts over crossed bones. Cute, but definitely not bad ass, she thought, feeling a little better about her mysterious visitors. A man wouldn’t wear a bandana like that if he was a bad guy, would he?

From the curves the white leather suit hugged, it was obvious his passenger was a woman. She swung her long leg over the back of the bike and stood. Carrie squinted and made out that the wording on her white bandana that said Bitchin’ Bride. The man on the front of the bike looked back up, and his sunglasses were gone. Recognition hit her between the eyes and Carrie gasped. “Trace…”

His jaw tightened, accentuating the scar on his left cheek, which he had to have gotten in prison. Trace Rooks was still handsome as sin, but he looked rougher, tougher and much harder than he had when she saw him last in court. When they convicted him of killing her husband, Sean. Heat shot up her throat and gathered as pressure behind her eyes. Trace hadn’t killed Sean, she reminded herself, shoving the old bitterness she’d lived with for three years away. Sean’s other best friend, Seth Copeland, had not only killed Sean, he had set Trace up for the crime.

Seth was in jail now, and Trace was free. But it was obvious from the look in his haunted eyes that Trace wasn’t free at all. Not any freer than she was.

The woman with him glanced at Trace, before quickly walking over to Carrie to extend her hand. “I’m Ronnie Win—“ she started, then a fleeting smile curved her red lips. She glanced back at Trace again, then corrected, “Ronnie Rooks.”

“That’ll take some getting used to,” Trace said with a laugh as he got off the bike and walked over to drape an arm around Ronnie’s shoulders. “Ronnie and I got married in Vegas.”

Married? Trace Rooks? The man her husband said was a world-class player who would probably never get married was married to none other than the Shark Lady. The woman who had represented him during his trial, and recommended a plea deal that sent him to prison for a crime he didn’t commit. At the time, Carrie thought the slick attorney was brilliant, that she would get him off scot free. To Carrie, even the three year sentence the judge handed down was pretty damned close to getting him off scot free. But Trace evidently thought otherwise, because on his way out of the courtroom he had threatened to strangle this woman. And now they were married. Unbelievable.
Her eyes locked with the woman beside Trace and Ronnie Rooks full red lips curved to spotlight her perfect white teeth. Carrie ran her hand over her own hair, which she’d done nothing to except pull back in a haphazard ponytail that morning. She hadn’t worn makeup since Sean died three years ago, so she knew she must look a mess in comparison to the striking woman. “Wow,” was all Carrie could push past her frozen vocal chords.

Trace hugged Ronnie to his side. “The honeymoon is over and Ronnie has an election to win,” Trace informed with a surprising smile for the beautiful redhead. “But I wanted to stop by to check on you and the kids. I’ve uh, been meaning to do that for a while.”

What Carrie wanted was to get Trace out of there. His stopping by, or worrying about her at all was astonishing to her. She was embarrassed at the nasty things she’d said to him at the courthouse as they led him off to jail. Those words should have assured she would never see him again. But here he was. Typical Trace. He never knew when to leave well enough alone. Even though he’d been a player, he was a good man. It was the reason he had been Sean’s best friend. When someone needed help, Trace was always there. He was the one who should be wearing the white leather suit.

Well, Carrie didn’t want his chivalry or his concern. She’d been doing just fine on her own for three years now. Seeing him just reminded her of Sean, dredged up old memories she had been trying to bury since her husband died. The kids would feel the same. Chris and Izzy had enough problems right now, and so did she.

Carrie sucked in a breath and forced a smile. “Oh, that’s sweet, Trace, but I’m fine—”

His eyes narrowed. “It’s obvious that you’re not fine, Carrie,” he grated. “Seth might be an asshole, but he didn’t lie about what was going on with you. You moved out here because the kids were out of control, and you lost your house. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.” Trace’s eyes fell to her left hand, and Carrie hid it behind her back. “It’s been three years since Sean died, and you’re still wearing your wedding ring?” he asked incredulously.

Because in her mind she was still married to him. The man she had dated in high school then married when she was eighteen had been the love of her life. Yeah, they’d had their problems, but Carrie knew Sean would always be there for her. Unless he was working, which he did most of their married life. Or he did something stupid. Like get himself killed.

Anger and grief warred inside of her and Carrie spun the ring around her finger with her thumb. Trace Rooks of all people knew how much she loved Sean, how much he had meant to her. He had been Sean’s best friend and the best man at their wedding. Him questioning her about still wearing her ring, like she didn’t have a right to do that, pissed her off. She didn’t owe him or anyone else any explanations about how she handled her grief. “I don’t want any help,” Carrie said firmly.

His arm fell from around Ronnie’s shoulder, and his hands clenched into fists at his side. “Well that’s too damned bad, you’re getting it,” he said taking a step toward her. It’s the summer, so the kids are out of school right?”

Carrie’s neck rocked back on her shoulders to meet his eyes. What the hell did that matter? “Yeah, they’re out of school. Why?”

“You ever hear of the R & R Ranch?” Trace asked.

Ranch? That place was a spa for rich people who were looking for adventure. Not somewhere she would ever visit in this lifetime. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

“The owner is a friend of Ronnie’s and we’ve made arrangements for you to go there for a week. You need a damned break. Ronnie and I will keep Chris and Izzy for the week,” he said. The woman beside him gasped, and Trace glared down at her, before looking back at Carrie. “I want to see them anyway.”

Before Sean’s death, Trace had been a fixture in her kid’s life. She had tried to shield them from the ugliness of the murder trial, because they considered him an uncle, but Chris knew. She couldn’t keep him away from the television when the trial was going on. The more he watched behind her back, the angrier and more withdrawn he became. Carrie hadn’t had a chance to talk to her son since Trace had been cleared. “Um, that’s probably not a good idea.”

“Why the hell not? I want to talk to him.”

Carrie didn’t miss the hurt in Trace’s tone. He loved her kids as much as Sean had, but they didn’t feel the same now. Because Carrie hadn’t had time to talk to them. “Chris doesn’t know you’ve been cleared,” she admitted looking away.

“Why haven’t you told him?” he demanded.

Carrie heard the unmistakable sound of a pump shotgun being racked and spun toward the barn door. Her tall, lanky thirteen-year-old son stood there with her father’s shotgun to his shoulder, eyeing down the sight at Trace.

“Get out of here murderer,” he growled trying to sound fierce, but his voice trembled.
Fear shot to her throat. Carrie swallowed it down and tried to force calm into her tone, “Chris, put the shotgun down.”

It was true. Chris was out of control, but she had no idea how to help him. Counselors hadn’t worked, suspension from school for smoking pot hadn’t worked, grounding for the summer hadn’t worked. Moving away from the nasty group of friends he’d been hanging out with at the old house hadn’t worked. Carrie was afraid he was going to end up dead or in jail if she didn’t do something. She just didn’t know what to do. He needed a man in his life, a good man other than her father who was just too old to deal with teenagers any more.

Trace stepped forward and spread his arms. “Shoot me,” he invited and Ronnie and Carrie gasped at the same time. “If it will make you feel better and you think it will bring your daddy back, just do it, kid. I loved him too, and I love you.”

Carrie thought Trace must’ve lost his mind. The gun shook in Chris’s hand, and she thought he might do accidentally shoot him. Trace was even bolder though, he showed no fear as he took a step around her, then another toward Chris. Carrie saw Chris’s eyes fill, but his grip on the gun got tighter. His finger moved into the well of the trigger.

“I love you, Chris. I want to help you,” Trace said taking another step toward him. “I didn’t kill your daddy.”

“They sent you to jail. You killed him!” Chris said in a higher voice.

“Seth Copeland killed him,” Trace countered taking another step toward him. “Ask your mother,” he said gruffly shooting a glare over his shoulder at Carrie.

“It’s true, honey,” Carrie said with a waver in her voice. “He’s in jail, and Uncle Trace has been cleared. It was all a mistake.”

Chris swung his eyes toward her, then back to Trace. The barrel of the gun lowered a few inches, and his shoulders relaxed a little. Carrie’s did too, but Izzy picked that moment to run around the side of the barn yelling her brother’s name. Chris tensed again and swung the gun in Izzy’s direction. Carrie screamed, Ronnie gasped, and as if in slow motion Trace shot forward to tackle him around the waist.

The gun exploded and Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, because she just couldn’t look. Her ears rang as the sound reverberated through the trees, and she prayed that she hadn’t just lost her daughter too.

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Ready or not, Dylan didn’t leave or back off. His heat surrounded her, as his body crowded her from behind. His fingers brushed her skin as he pushed her hair aside to lean over her shoulder. He stuck his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, then hovered here a moment with his hot breath tickling the shell of her ear. The richer, deeper timber of his voice vibrated through her, as he finally asked, “You like to bake. Is that why you smell like sugar cookies?” Electricity zipped down her spine when his lips touched down briefly on a spot right behind her ear. Carrie shivered and he laughed.

“Or do you just wear the dough behind your ear to tease me, because you know I have a weakness for sugar cookies?” After a final flick of his hot, wet tongue, he moved away. Cool air hit the wet imprint left by his mouth, and Carrie shivered. Her nails curled into her palms, and she sucked in a breath when they scraped her burn. The spatula clattered to the stove, and she sucked the fleshy pad at the side of her palm into her mouth.

Dylan grabbed her hand to inspect it. “Did you burn yourself?” he asked with concern. “We need to take you to the med shack and get Terri to bandage it. I was headed out there when I heard the smoke alarm, but I didn’t see her out there.”

“It’s fine,” Carrie said tugging her hand away. He didn’t let it go. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it slowly as he held her gaze. Carrie licked her lips, tasting the sugar cookies she had to taste test before she put them in the oven. “Um, I, ah…” she stammered, at a loss for words as she stared at the blatant desire in his eyes.

“Do you ride?” he asked suddenly.

Her dazed mind spun trying to process the words. “Since I could walk,” Carrie replied once she wrapped her mind around what he’d asked.

“I have a few days off for my arm to heal. Will you go riding with me this afternoon?

You need to relax a little,” he said with a little smile.

Carrie didn’t know how spending time with this cowboy would lend itself to relaxation. Every time she got within three feet of him, she was wound tighter than she had been in years. Being alone with him, wouldn’t help her put distance between them. But her mouth opened, and “Yes,” fell out, before she could stop it.

She only had two days left here, and she couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel like a desirable woman once more. That’s how he made her feel. Something she hadn’t felt in three years, and wasn’t likely to feel again for a long time after she left this ranch. Dylan made her forget her grief, forget her problems. Carrie knew agreeing to spend time with him was just avoidance. Her problems would still be there when she went back to her parents’ ranch. Right now though, he would help her forget for an afternoon.

“Come out to the barn around two, and I’ll have the horses saddled.”

“I can help,” she offered, and her gaze fell to his shoulder. “You’re hurt. You shouldn’t be saddling anything. Are you sure you’re okay to ride?”

He laughed and his smile broadened. “I could ride with one arm tied behind my back.”

“I’ll ride with you, if you let me saddle the horses then,” she propositioned.

“Deal,” he replied and his deep voice vibrated along her nerve endings. When he leaned toward her, Carrie held her breath. His lips touched hers, lingered for a second, then with a playful little nip to her lower lip, he stood back up and smiled. “You taste like sugar cookies.”

“That’s what the lumps of coal in the trash were,” she replied with an embarrassed laugh.
“Give me some of those beautiful biscuits, and a few of those cupcakes to take back to the bunkhouse with me.” Dylan eyed them over her shoulder. “I’ll make some gravy to go with the biscuits for breakfast.” His tongue made a circuit around his lips, and her eyes were dragged around with it. Heat settled between her legs, and her lips sizzled.
She would give him the whole damned pan if he kissed her again. But he didn’t. He just stood there staring. Waiting. For her to do something. Oh, yeah, ice the cupcakes and wrap up biscuits for him. Heat shot up to her cheeks, and Carrie walked to the refrigerator to get the bowl of icing. She iced the cupcakes, while he leaned against the counter watching her. Moving around him, she brought the bowl to the sink, then opened the cabinet beside it to look for a container. The one she wanted was on the upper shelf, and she couldn’t reach it even on her tip toes. Huffing a frustrated breath, she balanced on her arms, then climbed up on the counter. Sometimes it sucked being short, she thought, as she stood to drag it down from the top shelf. When she turned around to get down Dylan was right there behind her.

He smiled up at her and put his hand at her knee. “I couldn’t help you get it down, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall,” he informed with a shrug.

Carrie eased down to sit on the counter, and he grabbed the container from her to sit it on the counter, before he nudged her knees apart to make a space for his hips. He slid his hands up her thighs to grip her hips, and Carrie’s heart did a leap in her chest. “And I wanted a real kiss. You’re at the perfect height now for that to happen.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth, and he licked his lips again. “Kiss me, Carrie,” he invited, not making a move to kiss her. He just waited, while staring at her mouth, which felt like it was on fire. Carrie licked her own lips, then hesitantly leaned toward him, stopping when her mouth was within millimeters of his to catch her breath, to get her out of control heart to slow down.

“Kiss me, Carrie,” he whispered again.

She put her palms on his bare chest and his heated skin felt like smooth silk under her touch. His warm, musky morning scent enflamed her senses, as she closed the space between them to take a tentative pass over his mouth with hers, then another. That evidently wasn’t enough for him, because his left hand moved up from her hip. He shoved his hand into her hair, cradling her skull to pull her closer, as his mouth devoured hers. He feasted on her lips like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

His were the best she had tasted in a helluva long time, that was for sure. Minty toothpaste, and the sweetness of the man kissing her flooded her senses. Carrie couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands moved to circle his neck and pull him closer still. He was right, this counter was at the perfect height for kissing and so much more.

The inside of her knee brushed the warm skin at his hip, where his pajama pants rode low. Fire shot up the inside of her thigh to her center and she throbbed there in time with her heart. Without conscious thought, Carrie wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to where she needed him. Dylan moaned into her mouth, and his tongue courted hers in time with his hips, as he ground himself into her.

His erection hit her in just the perfect spot, and her breath came in short pants as her pleasure inched up with each stroke. When she couldn’t breathe, she dragged her mouth from his and threw her head back. His lips latched onto the side of her neck and he sucked her there. Carrie moaned loudly, thrusting her hips against him, reaching for the release that was just out of her reach. “Oh, God, Dylan…yes, make me come,” she whispered hotly.

His fingers dug into her right hip, as he continued to suck her neck. “Lord, woman…I want to fuck you right here on Penny’s counter,” he growled into her ear, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

That was the hottest damned thing Carrie had ever heard. The only place she’d ever made love was in the bedroom. Behind closed doors. Most of the time with the kids rattling the doorknob, or yelling for her. Just the naughty image of doing it right here that flickered through her mind, sent her tumbling over the edge.
About Becky McGraw:

Becky
McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl
by birth and the grace of God, ya’ll. She resides in South Texas with
her husband and dog Abby.

A
jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a
beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation
management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a
real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and
writer. She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her
dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a
graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own
cover art, along with writing the novels.

Becky
has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and
has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to
the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

She
has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as
technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the
Writer’s Guild on AOL, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the
first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart
Romance Writers. Currently, she is a PAN member of RWA and a general
member of FTHRW.

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Welcome Lyn Croft/ Blood & Kindred

Blood and Kindred

Blurb

Continuing the Bloodlines Series with Book 2
Cara expected a relaxing spring break, free from studying, free from exams. Instead, her reality has been crushed as she is thrown into a world of the supernatural and finds out that the very battle between Heaven and Hell centers around her.
Halflings, Vampyres, and Werewolves are now part of her reality as she struggles to survive. Her best friend is now a vampyre and Zillah, the ancient vampyre queen is still hot on her trail. New enemies emerge as lost loved ones resurface.
In this exciting sequel to BLOOD and LILLIES, the Halflings fight to protect the key while everywhere they turn; they face betrayal and new enemies. Will Eamon lose Cara forever when she finds out the secrets behind the Halfling’s heritage and learns what she truly is? Or will Zillah finally win in her quest and open the portal between all realms, destroying our mortal reality and the key along with it?

Excerpt

Thunder tore through the cabin as the walls trembled against the quaking foundation. Damon grabbed a vampyre by the neck and tossed him through the drywall. His deadly sword quickly followed, piercing directly into the heart of the monster. The blood sucker cried out in pain as it clawed desperately at his attacker. The blade exited. Before the vampyre’s feet could hit the floor, edged steel smoothly creased against his throat, flawlessly severing head from body.
Damon moved quickly through the horde, his weapon swift and true, eliminating numbers of the enemy’s army. One after another, they poured from all crevices of the house, their numbers many, each falling at his feet as they advanced towards him. Decapitated heads rolled at his feet, mouths gaping open, eyes wide with shock. Damon looked around as the whispering movements of the Halflings pressed on. He searched for his wife, hoping for a glimpse of watching her in action. Her movement was intoxicating, and he loved watching her graceful executions.
The sea of heads swarming in the room made it difficult to pick Shannon out. Damon focused, honing his senses as the chaos stilled before him. Using his mind, he slowed the clatter of bodies before him, giving him only a few moments to examine the occupants in the room.
She was nowhere to be found.
His heart contracted, as if an invisible fist had jammed itself inside his rib cage, crushing his beating organ right where he stood. Something wasn’t right and he could feel it. Panic hit as he released the trance on his mind as the battle before him came rushing back to full speed.
“Eamon!” he called out to his twin across the room. “I can’t find Shannon!”
Eamon spun around with his sword, taking out a half circle of vamps out as he did. He pushed through the bodies, scanning and assessing the people around him. Other Halflings made their way through the horde of vamps, each graceful and deadly in their movements, but none being the one he searched for. He could hear Seamus still outside with other warriors, as well as the hellhounds, battling the flocks of minions the queen had stashed about the grounds. He knew she wasn’t out there though. Shannon had come inside with them. He was sure of it. Immediately, his eyes hit the stairs. Muttering under his breath about their plan to “stick together”, he forced his way to the stairway, only to be blocked by another fury of vamps.
Damon’s eyes followed his brother’s. Seeing the opportunity the blockade had given him, he charged without another second to spare. Leaping over enemies, he struck in mid air, taking out foes with the brunt force of his blade. His foot reached the top of the stairs, as he heard the gargled chokes of one desperate for breath. Damon’s heart sank as he came to the entrance of the room, only to see his worst nightmare playing out before his eyes.
Soiled boots struggled and kicked above the ground, as a shattered blade lay in scattered pieces across the wooden floor. The girl’s body shook and quivered in midair as frantic hand store at the vice around her throat. Shannon thrashed against the blackness consuming her as Zillah continued squeezing her like a python constricting its prey.
“Put her down!” Damon ordered as he charged forward.
The Queen’s face peeked around the Shannon’s limp body. Obsidian spheres glared at him, filled with warning. The edges of her lips curled up into a sinister grin, pleased and eager for another visitor.
“Step any closer and I will snap her neck.” Zillah ordered, as he held Shannon to the side. She raised the girl’s body higher and squeezed harder wanting to make sure her point was made.
The sound of fragile bones splintering under the pressure echoed in Damon’s ears. He cringed against the sound of twigs snapping as throttled breath begged for him to stop. His movement ceased as fear washed over, locking his feet to the ground in terror.
“Please!” he begged, surrendering his sword down to the ground. He knew he was going against everything he stood for, everything they had fought for so long, but the thought of losing her…
“Please, let her go. You can have me. Please!” Blood burned under his skin, pulsing violently as it raced with need. The fear of his wife being killed threatened his sanity, as well as his humanity. The demon bitch had found his only weakness. To save her, he would sacrifice his life.
Damon threw his hands up in surrender, his eyes begging in silence for the monster to release his wife. He couldn’t hear the thunderous quaking from downstairs, anymore. The only sound filling his head was that of the labored and shaky breathing of pressing death surrounding him. The seconds ticked by slowly, as an eternity seemed to pass as Damon waited for Zillah to release her clutch.
Shannon’s body fell with a thick thud, lying motionless between them. Weighted misery flooded him, robbing him of his air, and stilling his heart. Dropping to his knees, Damon stared hopelessly at to her unconscious body. Her heartbeat fluttered, barely registering, as her life had already begun slipping away.
Vengeance took hold as rage coursed through him, erupting with murderous intent. The Halfling unsheathed a jagged stake from his ankle as the voltage in his eyes ignited. A feral growl rippled from his chest as Damon leapt at the vampyre queen.

Lyn Croft
BIOLyn Croft is a sci-fi fantasy writer born and raised in sunny Southern California. There, she raises her daughter, works full time, writes novels, and plays video games in her spare time.
Her new book, “Blood & Lilies ~ Bloodlines” is her debut novel, and the first in a series of epic tales for the battle between good and evil.


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