Happy New Year!

2013 has been a wonder filled year for this author.  I’ve managed to finish three more books, had the chance to sign with  a small publishing house and met so many wonderful new friends on Faceb00k.  I want to wish each of you a Happy New Year.   Let’s all be brave in 2014 and strive to accomplish all our goals.

I’m so pleased to announce Waking Up Dead has gone FREE at Amazon.  http://www.amazon.com/Waking-Dead-Western-Werewolf-Legend-ebook/dp/B00CJVBP48/ref=la_B006ICE8SO_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388534588&sr=1-3

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Romantic Gifts That Don’t Cost a Dime

So, have you got all your shopping done?  Are the presents all wrapped and under the tree?  Or, are you like me, waiting until the last minute and confused about what to get the people on your list?  Is the most confusing person your man?   Mine always says he likes what I’ve given him.  Yet, I wonder sometimes if I couldn’t have done more.

Sometimes the best gifts don’t come in a box with pretty paper and bows on them.  Sometimes it’s what you do that means more than anything.  Here’s a suggestion.

Why not plan a special evening with  just the two of you and take things nice and slow, or not!  Depending on how the evening progresses, you can tempt him with new and special pleasures he may not have seen before.  What you ask?  Well, use your imagination!  The tempting could start with you in a sexy new nightie or nothing but a bow.  Say he’s had a hard day and you meet him at the door with nothing on but a smile.  No man can resist such a treat.  Props for an evening of pleasure could include candles, sexy music, toys – you decide what works best.  The lights down low and maybe a toddy to settle his mind.  Are you and he into games?  Try out a new role play or simply talk dirty to him.  If it’s your first time with dirty talk, I promise he’ll be pleasantly surprised.  He’ll show you how much when you’re alone.  A man likes a woman to be his lady until the bedroom door is closed.  Then he wants a freak!  Don’t be shy – after all, he’s your man.  As they say, ‘What happens behind closed doors…or is that Vegas’?   The outcome can definitely remain your little secret.

Now, I know you have your own ideas, why not share?  I’d love to hear from you.  Keep the season simple and remember what’s important in a relationship – time spent together.  Enjoy and happy holidays.

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Looking into a man’s eyes is extremely stimulating, don’t you think?  You can tell quickly what he’s thinking or if he’s even paying attention.  These three ‘wise men’ know the meaning of a steamy gaze.  Enjoy!

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Gotta love a cowboy.  Rugged and tough, a cowboy can make you feel like a woman with simply a look!  Let me know what you think of my fella and I’ll certainly share a few more!

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Casey’s Gunslinger Excerpt to Enjoy in Home for the Holidays Hop hosted by The Romance Troupe

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Home for the holidays is a special time when we all like to gather and share family love and fun.  One of the most requested recipes I get each year is for my dressing.  Here’s the recipe for dressing at our house.  

Cornbread Dressing

1 loaf toasted cornbread                                                                    salt and pepper to taste

6 cups finely chopped celery                                                           10 cups hot stock (chicken or turkey)

6 cups finely chopped onion                                                             enough hot water to make heavy mixture

6 raw eggs, well beaten

12 slices toast, crumbled

1 tsp. sage

Bake the cornbread until brown.  Stir all of the ingredients together with the cornbread.  Pour into a baking pan.  Bake at 325 degrees for approximately one hour and a half, or until brown.  You can check this like a cake.  This recipe is based on Justin Wilson’s #2 Cookbook:  Cookin’ Cajun.  Here’s the Amazon link:  http://tinyurl.com/lxajfpa

Now for something to read while the dressing cooks. 

I’m working on the second book in The Loflin Legacy Series.  Casey’s Gunslinger is the story of a young woman who discovers her father abandoned her as a baby.  She grew up in the same town as her father, but without the family security he gave his two sons.  She returns vowing to have her revenge.  What she doesn’t plan on is falling in love with the most handsome lawyer she’s ever met.

Charles Harrison’s past is one he wishes he could forget.  He’s a lawyer with a reputation for helping the underdog.  When Casey waltzes into his life, all the bad things he’s tried to hide come back to haunt him.  How will he manage to win the girl and bury the past once and for all?

Here’s an excerpt from the upcoming Casey’s Gunslinger

Charles Harrison enjoyed a good cigar more than anything, well, almost anything.  He’d have to say a pretty woman was the best thing a man could enjoy.  Watching a lovely lady walk away was a favorite pastime.  The way her hips swayed causing her skirt to swing side to side in a lazy, come here cowboy, kind of way.  Yes, a pretty woman was special.  Most of them he knew in Tyler and most knew him quite intimately.  Though the memories were fond, they left his mind completely as the delicate young thing in a blue traveling suit stepped off the noon stage.

Charles’ heart stopped.  Well, it stopped for a second at any rate.  Her blond hair showed white in the sunlight.  Her trim figure was petite.  Yes, a delicate little lady to be sure.  At the moment, she wasn’t a happy little lady, though.  No, the baggage handler for the noon stage out of Shreveport had dropped her bags in the dirt without a care for their condition.  The disgust at the insult showed ripe in her cornflower blue eyes.  Charles smiled over his cigar.  Things were about to get interesting.  She sashayed up the steps of the Wells Fargo office with a purpose.  Any fool could see that.  Rapping smartly on the ticket window, she turned slightly and pointed to her bags lying in the dust of the street before glaring at the man atop the stage and proclaiming him the villain with another jab of her finger.

Charles lowered his chair to four legs on the plank walk in front of the mercantile.  Standing, he took a moment to stretch out the kinks.  He’d had a busy morning and relished in the opportunity to enjoy his one vice, a nice imported cigar all the way from Havana.  Expecting his latest client to get off the stage, he was slightly irritated when he didn’t.  That was until she arrived.

Watching the scene transpiring across the street, Charles agreed with the idea he was lucky to be present.  No one, he was acquainted with, could hold a candle to the fine boned, yet curvy blonde with the rosebud mouth, tiny waist and breasts that could fill a man’s hands nicely.  Oh, yes.  Things were looking up.  He smoothed the front of his brocade vest and straightened his coat.  The coal black hair with a sprinkle of gray, which had only recently been trimmed, brushed the edge of his collar.  Stepping off the board sidewalk, Charles squinted right, then left, an old habit.  One he wouldn’t lose anytime soon.  With a hand on the revolver strapped to his left leg, he walked out into the street.

Her voice rang with irritation and accusation.  Continuing to point at the Wells Fargo employee, she did her best to get the ticket clerk to understand, she’d been rudely treated and demanded an apology.  Her chin jutted.  Her hand riding along her hip for emphasis, she cast quite a sight standing there in the noonday heat.

Reminding himself, he needed to breathe, Charles stepped up to introduce himself.  “Pardon me, miss.”  A tip of his dark Stetson which rode low over his forehead and a neat, gentleman’s bow and Charles looked up to be assailed by the most angelic face he’d ever seen.  Normally, he’d share his name and title with the potential conquest.  However, he couldn’t get the words out.  His throat had gone bone dry and he feared he might choke on his tongue.

The young woman acknowledged his presence with only the slightest flicker of her eyes.  Then stepping backward, she lost the support of the platform and began clutching at thin air.  A panicked whimper of alarm and those lovely eyes grew wide.

Reacting on instinct, Charles shot out a hand, grabbing her arm before hauling her in and up against his solid body.

Their eyes met.  Their blue had shifted to stormy clouds of confusion and fear.  A minute passed before she released the breath she’d been holding and shoved at his chest.

“Easy, sweet thing.  I got you.”  He’d found his tongue, all right.  He wasn’t sure about the hoarseness in his reply.  It took Charles another minute to understand, she’d been able to regain her footing and wanted him to let go.

“Do you mind, sir?”  Cool and crisp, the words coming from her lips sounded like music to his ears.  Never had a songbird sounded so sweet.

“My apologies, ma’am.  Are you unharmed?”  He wondered at his stupidity.  Unharmed?  The only one not harmed was she.  He’d been dealt a mortal blow.  A heat radiated up from his toes all the way to the point on his chest where her breasts had slammed against him a few minutes ago.  His gut clinched at the look in her eyes.  That crystal clear glint told him he wasn’t high on her list of respectable persons at the moment.

“I’d appreciate you unhanding me, sir.”

He still held her wrist.  Christ, she’d most likely have a bruise.  “Forgive me.  I startled you.  It wasn’t my intention.  I hope you’re all right?  My name is…”

“I’m fine.” she snapped.  Sidestepping him, the young woman tried again to gather herself and headed for the ticket window once more.

Dazed and confused.  Charles seldom experienced the particular reaction to anything or anyone.  This was the exception.  He’d try again.  Surely, he could make amends for such a social blunder.  Perhaps a meal at the hotel would smooth her ruffled feathers.

Turning, she came face to face with his wide shoulders.  “Pardon me, sir.  I must retrieve my bags.”

Charles touched the brim of his hat with his first two fingers.  A gesture of gentlemanly politeness in this part of the world.  “Let me help you with those.”  Wheeling, he managed the steps with a masculine fluidity.  “I’d like to make up my breach in manners with the offer of a small repast at the local diner.”  He glanced in the direction of the Hotel Tyler, the only hotel in Tyler and one of only two eateries in town.

“I…”  Irritation and then confusion swept across her face before she composed herself once more.  “I don’t eat with strangers.”  She shifted to gaze at the sidewalk and the pedestrians strolling up and down the boards.

“My name is Charles Harrison.  I’m an attorney here in town.”  He had trouble with something as simple as an introduction, why did he think he’d carry on a conversation with her.

“Attorney?”  She tilted her pretty head to the side.  “Are you honest?”

The question, filled with pure innocence could have come right up out of thin air instead of her pink lips.  “I try to be.”  The answer wasn’t a lie, he told his conscious.  Arguably stretching the truth wasn’t a lie was it?  “Why, are you in need of legal assistance?”

Her lush bottom lip protruded for an instant before she clamped her lips between her teeth.  With a good shake of those lovely blonde curls, she sidestepped this time to avoid his close proximity.  “No, I just wondered, is all.”  She fanned the air with a tiny-gloved hand.  Peering up at the sun beaming down on the hard backed Texas dirt, she wrinkled her nose.

He’d died and gone to heaven.  Never before in his thirty-five years had he witnessed a more perfect combination of innocence and sexuality in a woman.  Where in God’s great kingdom had this woman come from?  The temperature must be rising.  It was hot as hell standing there in front of the Wells Fargo office.  “Here, let me get you out of this sun.  You’ll melt.”  Extending a hand, he moved closer and laid his other hand in the small of her back.  The contact vibrated along his arm and struck him in the chest with a force equal to any blow by a man’s fist.  Such a tiny thing at barely five foot, he mused.  He was a good foot and a half taller than she was.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name, miss…”  Hoping she’d fill in the blank, he walked beside her carrying her carpetbags and wondering why he was sweating.  The color of her skin wouldn’t stand much of the sun.  He hoped he got the chance to take her riding one evening soon when the burning rays wouldn’t be a problem.  Mentally shaking himself, Charles wondered where that had come from.

“Miss, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”  Repeating his inquiry, Charles waited.

“Uh, I’m Cassandra St. Clair.”  Her eyes darted nervously right and left.

“Cassandra St. Clair,” each word garnered the same weight on his tongue.  “Your first time to visit Tyler?”  He opened the door to the Hotel Tyler, allowing Cassandra to go first.  The lobby of the hotel was cool, the coolest place he’d been all day.

“No.”

“Well, you’ve probably eaten here before.  You may have had Jessie’s famous pecan pie.  I hope you like pie.”  Trying for a companionable smile, Charles escorted her toward the red ropes at the entrance to the small restaurant located in the rear of the hotel lobby.

A small booth along the back wall was perfect place to ease into a conversation with an attractive young lady.  Charles commended himself for having a talent when it came to the fairer sex.  He’d just never seen the fairest until now.  “I don’t mean to be nosey, but are you passing through or staying?”

“I plan on staying.”  With eyes downcast, she toyed with her silverware.  The napkin in her lap needed an adjustment as well.

Her jawline held a stubborn line he’d love to trace.  Her eyes shined with expression although she said nothing.  When her cheeks flushed with his question, he felt his toes curl in his boots.  This female ignited a fire he didn’t want to extinguish.  “Do you have a place to stay, relatives or friends?”

“I…”  A slow release of breath followed her broken reply.  “No, I don’t have a family or friends.  Is the hotel a safe place for a woman?”

Charles eased back in his chair.  She’d struck a chord.  He could definitely relate to being alone, no father, no mother, and no family.  Thankfully, he’d had friends, good friends he could count on.  Everyone needed someone they could count ‘on.  “Let me say this.  I have an opening for a secretary in my office.  There’s a small cottage out back that I rent.  It’s vacant.  You’d be welcome to stay there if you like.”

Her lovely jaw tightened.  She scooted to the edge of the seat and slid her reticule over her arm.  “I don’t need your charity, Mr. Harrison.  I can take care of myself.”

“Wait a minute.”  He didn’t understand why he wanted her to say yes, just that if she didn’t he’d have to kidnap her.  “It’s not charity if I’m offering you a job.”  He’d moved to the edge of his side as well.  Don’t you plan on working?”  Aggravated he sounded like a parent, he tried again.  “I mean, you’ll need to support yourself.  A secretary’s a respectable position.”

She stalled out within two steps and turned slowly, as if she were mulling the offer over in her head.  “What does it pay?”

With a smile, he rose, giving her an easy tug back to the table.  “Well, let’s see. The last secretary said I was too stingy with her rate.  How does a dollar a day sound?”

Those hypnotic blue eyes widened to pools of lapis blue.  “A dollar a day?  You must be doing quite well.  Are you the only attorney in town?”

He tried.  Still, he couldn’t stop the laugh that broke the silence.  “I am.  Do you suppose that has anything to do with my success?”  Grinning despite himself, he motioned for the waiter to order.

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Well, what do you think?  I’m quite interested in knowing your opinion.  Please leave a comment below.  I plan a large release party early next year and would love to add your names into the drawing for several free ebook copies as well as a signed paperback of Casey’s Gunslinger.  In the meantime, the first book in the series is Comanche Haven.  You can start reading book one immediately with this link: http://tinyurl.com/mtsnlky

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Hot Halloween Heroes Blog Hop with Wolfen Secrets

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What makes a hero lovable?  We’re asking that question in Felicity Heaton’s Hot Halloween Heroes Giveaway Blog Hop.  Does a hero have to be strong, blatantly male, no inhibitions, no apologies, or a diamond in the ruff to be sexy?  Describe your hot Halloween hero in a comment here and you’ll be eligible for the drawing of an ebook copy of Wolfen Secrets, the third book in the series, The Western Werewolf Legend.  Join us for the hop which includes over 120 blogs, all with something to share on the subject of hot Halloween heroes.  Click the Blog Hop pic above for a complete list of blog sites to visit. Also, click the cover of Wolfen Secrets, The Western Werewolf Legend series listed below for the Amazon link to  it and all my books.

Now check out the steamy excerpt from Wolfen Secrets:

Sonja Brooks’ body jerked, waking with a jolt.  She’d been dreaming again.  Running trembling fingers through her hair, she released an unsteady breath.  The darkness was always filled with hands clawing at her flesh, moans of anguish or sharp stabs of pain.  Being a werewolf had brought all kinds of changes to her life.  This latest plague was the worst.  Depending on an ordered, tidy existence was a thing of the past.  Would she ever be able to sleep without nightmares or rest peacefully again?

Her mentor, the witch, Hortence, had given her potion after potion to relieve the restless nights of dream after unsettling dream.  None had helped.  So, the night sweats and visions continued like premonitions from a horror play.

Her hands came down, punching the quilt on either side of her thighs in an act of frustration.

Immediately, Ty’s arm came around her.  Her lover, Tyler Loflin, wrapped her close.

“Easy, Sonja!  Baby, I’m right here.”

His strength – so solid and dependable along with his words – so warm and gentle enveloped her.  Nothing could penetrate his protection, nothing, she mused.  Sonja wrapped her arms around his solid strength, languishing in his hold.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… the dream…I had it again.”  Seeking the crook of his neck as a haven, Sonja released a shaky breath.  Ty’s heart beat in solid, rhythmic cadence.  His long, dark hair skimmed her cheek in a soft caress.

“Here, now, let me hold you.  You can tell me what happened.”  With big, bronzed hands, he adjusted the covers, arranging a nest of sorts for her comfort.  “Shamans say it makes a bad dream better when you talk about the fool thing.”  Ty punched up the pillows.  Easing her back, he made sure she was comfortable before joining her against the cool cotton.  In a gesture as old as time, he reached out, brushing her curls back from her face.  “Now, that’s better?”

She let out a slow breath.  It was worth a try.  Nodding, she frowned, trying to recall the details.

“It’s the same one I keep having.  We are fighting the vampires.  There are so many!”  Her voice cracked with the last words.  She swallowed hard.  The tears couldn’t break free.

“I got you, Nymph.  You’re safe.  Nothing will hurt you, now.  Keep going.”

Sonja sniffed before sending him a trembling smile.  She loved it when he used the pet name he’d given her right after they’d met over three months before.  “All right.”  Shoving at her hair, she tried again.  “This time, the bloodsuckers are everywhere.  They’re coming out of the woodwork, Ty.”  She glanced at him, the fingers of unease showing again.  “There’s so many, I don’t think we will stop them.”

He patted her back gentle like, rocking her slightly in his hold.  “Just a dream, it’s okay, I got you.”

“We’re separated.”  She slid her hand between their bodies, wiping at the tears.  “I can’t see you, yet I hear you.  You’re swarmed by vampires.”

Panic clawed at her chest.  She clutched at her breast, the pressure there cutting off her air.  On a strangled cry, Sonja shoved away.  Suddenly, his comfort had turned into a vice-like sensation.  “I…I can’t breathe, Ty!”

He released her, rolling from the bed, before, reaching for her to follow.  Sonja went immediately into his hold.  “Watch me, Nymph – breathe,” he commanded.  “Breathe…that’s it.  Now again…deep.  Let it out slow.  That’s a girl.”  He raised her arms up over her head, standing with her until her chest eased its rapid constriction.  With his big hand, Ty gently rubbed between her breasts.  “Feel better?”

She nodded.  Soon, the feeling of security his hold invoked returned.  The anxiety attack eased.  Threading her arms around him, she smiled when his sturdy embrace encircled her once more.

“I’ll speak to Hortence again about the damn nightmares.  There has to be a better way to handle them.”

“Do you suppose they’re more than figments of my imagination?”  A frown crossed her brow.  Was it possible for someone or something else to hold control over her nightmares?  “Like a vampire spell or perhaps black magic?”  She leaned back in his hold, gazing steadily into his eyes.  “We may not be considering all the possibilities, Ty.”

“It’s not off to consider the vampires have powers too – maybe even access to magic.”  Ty shook his head before resting his brow against hers.  “We know so little about these damn creatures of the night.  It frustrates the hell out of me.  So, somehow they get inside your head, conjuring up a wicked dream.”  Gathering her close again, he tried to reassure.  “Tomorrow we’ll talk to Hortence.  She’s got to have something that will block the dreams.  I won’t give up until I find one.  I promise, Nymph.”

Resting against his chest, the vibration of his voice next to her ear as a welcome balm, Sonja closed her eyes.  Could the dreams be her anxiety manifested or the future about to play out in reality?  God, she hoped not!  Unable to stop her body’s cringe, the memory of the screams came back to her.  In the dream, Ty needed her help, yet she wasn’t able to reach him in time.

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