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Welcome Jami Brumfield? Winter Saga Series tour

30 Wednesday Jul 2014

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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.”

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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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Welcome Becky McGraw/ Cowgirl Crazy

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Release Blitz

Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way)

by

Author Becky McGraw

July 21st

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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.

Goodreads:


https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22745081-cowgirl-crazy

Buy Links: (watch for buy links)

Amazon:

Smashwords:

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Author Links:

http://www.beckymcgraw.com

beckymcgrawbooks@gmail.com

facebook.com/beckymcgrawbooks


http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6427599.Becky_McGraw?from_search=true

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Book 1 in the Series

Just Shoot Me (#1, Cowboy Way)


http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20799709-just-shoot-me?from_search=true

Excerpt!!

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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.

Welcome Becky McGraw/ Cowboy Crazy

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COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) by Becky McGraw coming 7/21/14!

Cover/Blurb/Excerpt Promo

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Blurb:
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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