Cowboy Heat

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      “Gotta love a cowboy,” right? I wonder sometimes what you envision when the word cowboy is mentioned. Everyone’s ideas are different. Mine is of a rough, tough, no excuses kind of guy with a no-nonsense attitude about life. If you’ve ever tried to get close to somebody like this, you know how “hard” it can be. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, I want to share an excerpt from my novel, Comanche Haven. Given twelve years apart, Seth Loflin has a difficult time deciding how Celia, the woman from his past “fits” into his well-ordered life. You decide if he’ll succeed or not. Have a scintillating Sunday and enjoy a little cowboy heat.
Oh, by the way.  Check out the interview I did with Celia back in the day.  Click on the book cover below to be transported.  Cheers!
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Comanche Haven by Catherine Wolffe (Amazon link)

Seth sank into the steaming tub of water the housekeeper had prepared for him, almost immediately, after reaching his room.  Steam rose in a cloud around him.  He leaned back and closed his eyes.  The numbing power of the hot water was doing a fine job on the aches and pains in his body.  What the water couldn’t fix, the whiskey in his hand could, so he closed his eyes and tried to forget the trouble brewing around him.

Dark hair and cool green eyes appeared in his mind’s eye.  Ty and he had traveled hard to make it back by sunset.  He hadn’t wanted to leave Celia alone any longer than was absolutely necessary.  Jake’s report on her activities had him wishing he’d sent the foreman to Tyler in his stead.

While the bath and whiskey did their job, Seth had time to consider what Jake had told him.  Celia had slipped out and gone to meet Red Bear.  It didn’t set well.  But the fact she’d gone alone and told no one was more disturbing.  Right now, he was in no mood for deceit under his own roof.

The knock at the door startled him.  Seth sloshed water as he sat upright in the tub.  “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Celia… ma…may I come in?”

“Wait a minute,” he snapped, more harshly than he had intended.  It took a moment of stretching at the low-slung table just out of arms reach, but Seth managed to retrieve and strategically place a towel over the tub for her sensibilities.  “Come on in.  It’s open.”

“I didn’t get a chance to speak to you when you arrived,” Celia said as she slipped into the room.  Her polite but prim demeanor faltered when she spotted him in the hip bath.  “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know you were bathing.  I’ll come back later.”

She wheeled and her hand was already on the doorknob when Seth called out to her, “No, wait.  It’s okay.  I’m covered.”  His wry smile topped off the smoothing of the cloth over the big brass tub.

Slowly, Celia turned.

He had to chuckle to himself.  It was admirable she didn’t turn scarlet or wave away the vapors or some such nonsense at the sight of a half-naked man.  He reminded himself of others who would do just that when presented with a bit of male anatomy.  Satisfaction surfaced.  Probably seen all there was to see in the surgery theater, Seth mused.  With a waving of his wrist, he motioned her in as his smile became wicked.  “Come on in and keep me company.  I might even get you to scrub my back later.”  He took a deep swallow of the whiskey before setting his glass on the stand beside the tub.  The dark liquor burned all the way down and still didn’t numb the feeling of need growing in him.  He watched her out of eyes gone to slits.  For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to curb the irritated bend to his mood.

Cutter got up from his post near the hammered brass tub and wagging his tail, before sashaying over to greet Celia as she neared the bed.

Traitor, Seth mused as the dog thumped his tail with affection for the room’s newest member.

Lighting on the bench at the foot of his bed like a butterfly, Celia relaxed fractionally and let out an exaggerated breath when she noticed the hint of mischief in his expression.  “I never know how to take you.”  Trying to get her bearings back, she reached out and rubbed the cow dog behind the ears.  “I wanted to ask if you’d heard anything about the… the… about my father’s murder while you were in town?”  She finished in a rush.  “You went to the sheriff, right?”

Nodding, Seth cupped water in both of his big hands and splashed it into his face.  He was in no hurry to respond as he wiped the back of his hand across his face and then shook his head like a dog sending droplets of water in all directions.  “I went to alert Sheriff Cole and Major Chance at the Fort like I said I would.”  Seth reached for the bar of soap and began to scrub.  “We checked the tracks leading away from Lone Eagle’s campsite.  They headed north into Oklahoma territory.  We lost them not too far from the boundary to the reservation.”  He shook his head.  The ponies still carried Army issue shoes.  The riders are either U.S. Army or somebody with balls of steel.  They left a lot of signs and discriminating evidence.  I’m thinking they did it on purpose.  Whoever is responsible wants it to look like the army did it.”

His gaze met and held hers for a minute.  “I spoke to Jake earlier.”  He waited a beat.  “How did you like your ride?” Watching her closely, Seth waited.

Celia looked away, “Fine.”  She worked her hands in her lap.  The knuckles she gripped turned white under the pressure.  “Your place is so big.  I still have trouble with how vast it is.”

Seth watched as Celia placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed.

“We spent most of the day seeing a great deal of your place.  It’s beautiful,” Celia concluded quickly.

Too quickly, Seth thought, Nerves – not a good sign.

“Jake said we’d only skimmed the surface.  He mentioned how far away the outlying line shacks sat.  He reminded me the Shooter Creek remained the northern boundary of your spread.  He said you own everything almost to the Oklahoma territory.”

Seth watched her and only nodded.  His expression remained benign.

Celia responded with her hands moving to grip the bench on either side of her.  “Do you need help with your back?”  She rose.

The question came unexpectedly.  To his surprise, Celia got up and walked toward the tub.  Leaning over the squat table to retrieve the soap, she began to lather his back.

What was she up to?  Seth stalled in the water.  His next thought had nothing to do with the cooling temperature of the water.  He realized the true reason he’d been driven to get back to the ranch so quickly, which had nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with her.

The stroke of her fingers along his back had him tensing and sent blood rushing to his shaft.  Seth closed his eyes and willed himself to focus on something else.  His back muscles twitched as her hands glided up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance along his backbone.

“Seth, I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Her voice sounded like distant music. “I don’t think I would have made it without you.”

Trying valiantly to regain his composure, Seth sat in the water in silence for a time.  Her words sounded sincere.  Then as if driven, he slowly leaned back in the tub.  He had to admit, if she was toying with him, she was damn good at deception.  “No need to thank me, Celia.  You’ll always be able to count on me.”  Seth took mental stock one more time and assured himself he was in control.  But the need churning inside him had other ideas.  One look into those emerald green orbs and his heart gave a little lurch.  His mind simply stopped working.

Celia’s fingers continued to glide over his soap-slicked skin.  With each stroke, her fingertips were sending molten heat straight to his loins.

They reminded him of satin.  He wanted more.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and clasped the nape of her neck.  Feeling her start to pull back, Seth whispered, “Relax girl, I won’t hurt you.”  With his eyes on her lips, Seth hesitated briefly, searching for something – anything, which would let him know how she would react.  Then he reached up and took her mouth with his.  The hunger breaking free had nothing to do with sensibilities.  This time he coaxed her mouth to open and let him taste the sweetness of her tongue.  Seth’s pulse hummed as her lips gave warm and tender under his.  She opened for him like a flower and Seth tasted the warmth of her lips, which were pliant against his.  He groaned softly.  She tasted like honey and the line of her throat like cream heated by the sun.  He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth and then the slender neckline she offered when her head lolled to the side on her own gentle moan.  Slowly he discovered every slick, wet curve of her mouth.  His teeth grazed her lips and tasted the salt of hunger in her response.  Did she want him as much as he wanted her right now?

Celia exhaled and her eyelids fluttered shut.

The hunger growing inside him knew only one end.  Long agile fingers sank deep into the silken strains of her hair as he levered himself up the side of the tub angling for a better hold on her warm skin.  Cupping her head in his big hand, he kissed her again.  This time it was with the fever of need.  A need he’d, long ago, locked away.  It surged up from the cold depths of his own desire and rocked Seth with its intensity.  Taking her mouth in an attack meant to capture and possess, Seth realized too late he was losing the battle with reason, but he’d lost the will to care.  She tasted so good.  Her head fell to the side on another soft sigh of pleasure.  Seth found himself trailing long wet, ardent kisses down her neck.  The soft dip of her collarbone was a perfect place for him to linger.  He could feel the blood pulsing there, just under her skin.  Her smell, the smell of roses was all around him.  Another soft moan escaped.  So full of life, a life he’d thought he’d never hold in his arms again.  The warning bells were going off in his head by then.  His blood was roaring in his ears.  He was in too deep to heed any of it.  He felt like a drowning man with no desire for rescue.

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It took a moment for it to register.  She was saying something and the air around him was cooling as she drew back.

“Seth…”  Her voice was a fragile murmur as she pushed gently at his chest.  “I think I better go and let you get out.”  Celia shifted and disengaging his hands.  She slowly rose from the edge of the tub.

His eyes were on hers, those deep green orbs, pulsing with a thinly veiled need.  He could see it lying there in their depths, a molten-hot, burning fire.  Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone – snuffed out like a candle flame.  Logic reined once more.

“You better get out before you turn into a prune,” she said primly.  The words, spoken so plainly, sounded strange coming from the swollen mouth Seth saw was bruised red with passion. Her lip quivered before she bit down on it.

He noted a small mark along her neck where, he surmised, he’d used his teeth.  Some base demon urged him to pull her back and take what was so close.  He simply stared.  Unable to say anything, Seth watched her cross her arms over her breasts in a protective gesture.  There was no question in his mind she’d been affected by the kiss.  She ran her tongue over her lips again and looked away.  Seth watched her as she brushed deliberately at the front of her day dress before she spoke again.

Long, sooty lashes rose and Celia looked once more into his face.  “I better go,” she whispered.  Quietly heading for the door, she quickened her pace when, she heard him sloshing water as he rose.

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Freckled Venom Copperhead by Juliette Douglas

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The title had me hooked and I enjoyed talking with the author so much I invited her to be on my blog.  Here’s our conversation about Freckled Venom Copperhead with the lovely and talented, Juliette Douglas.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I’m not sure, all I know is that I kept waking up with these goofy westerns percolating around in my head. I guess I was going through a mid-life crisis or God was trying to tell me something. I just know as I would scrub boats I would write dialog and scenes in my head. I didn’t even own a computer or have internet when I began writing six years ago. Wow! Things have come a long way since then.

 

How did you come up with the title?

A very dear friend has a cousin who is a retired publisher. Not only did he love the rough, raw version I presented, he offered two titles, to replace the one I had. I chose Freckled Venom.

 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

That when life dumps a wagon load of lemons on you and you don’t have ‛nuff sugar to make lemonade, Just keep plugging along, you will survive.

 

What are your current projects?

Finishing the third book in the Freckled Venom series: Freckled Venom Skeletons to be out in 2014.

 

Next up:

Perfume, Powder & Lead

The tale of three floozies who leave the red-light district, heading for the goldfields and stumble upon four dead Nuns and decide to change their habits…so to speak and begin robbing banks masquerading as Holy Sisters.

 

Shave-tail

 

Bed of Conspiracy: Fiction based upon fact, The Knights of the Golden Circle and Jesse James, President Grant.

And whatever else pops into my little pea-picking brain.

 

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Excerpt from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

   

    Soft light began to fill the barn while he looked around, noting the three horses watching him with mild interest, There were three doors in the stable, the one behind him, and on the opposite wall, a single sliding door with another smaller one next to that. Turning slowly,  he took a good look at the Dillard boys. The three boys looked to be in their late teens to middle twenties, maybe a little older. Lanky to husky builds. Rawley had seen nasty looking hombres before, but these boys looked like sod busters, not killers. Tilting his head, he spoke to Lacy, asking, “You sure these are the Dillard brothers?”

Lacy nodded, pointing to the first one they’d brought in the barn, “That’s Aubrey, the youngest. That one is the middle brother. Name’s Keller. The dead one is the oldest, Ed.”

“Where they from? They look like sod buster.”

“They are, were, from Missouri. They’ve killed in every territory, well, almost every territory west of the Mississippi. Like I said, ‛Satan’s own spawn’,” Lacy finished, pressing her lips together.

Hearing a groan, they both turned toward the sound. Aubrey was beginning to awaken, after being smashed in the head by Lacy.

Anger began a slow burn deep inside of Lacy. She walked over to the boy and stared at the two-legged monster. This one had the scratches on his face from the Clancy woman. That made Lacy’s temper rise to a slow boil.

Aubrey looked up to see the purtiest l’il gal he’d seen in a while, flaming hair and big brown eyes you could melt into. He could feel himself rising.

Lacy’s anger continued to grow as did the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

That flaming temper overrode whatever sense Lacy had. Straddling the boy, she whipped out her knife. Bending over, she stuck it against the boy’s throbbing neck. His eyes quickly went from lust to fear.

Lacy whispered with deadly calm, “How ‛bout I do you like you did your last victim?” She asked, sliding the knife lightly drawing blood.

The boy blanched with fear. “Or better yet…” she began, brandishing the knife at the fly on his britches. She used it to pop off the buttons. She watched as the boy pressed himself against the post. “How ‛bout I just slice off your…,” her hand laid the edge of the blade across his bulge, then lightly sawed the blade back and forth, its edge beginning to cut through the material.

The bulge suddenly wilted. He looked at the knife, then, back up at her. The boy’s eyes wide with fear, he mumbled something against the bandana, shaking his head vigorously. Lacy’s eyes dripped venom as she added, “So you can’t play no more.”

She whisked the knife away only to continue her threatening attack on his torso. “How “bout…” as she sliced the buttons off his shirt and slit his underwear, exposing his gut. “How ‛bout…” she began as she slowly and lightly, sliced his skin upward. “I gut you like a hog at killing time, but I’ll leave you alive. Take your innards out.” Dark eyes never left the boy’s face. Lacy waved at the barn rafters. “Throw them up over those beams there, so you can watch your guts swinging from the rafters. Like sausages hanging from the beams of a smokehouse. How ‛bout that?” Lacy finished quietly.

Shocked at what he’d been witnessing, Rawley couldn’t move. His boots rooted to the dirt floor like a big oak. He’d never seen a female act like that before. Regaining focus, his ground eating stride placed him at Lacy’s side in seconds. He grabbed her wrist, swinging her around as he wrenched the knife out of her hand, scrutinizing the girl’s eyes. Lacy had traveled to somewhere deep within her soul. Moments later, her eyes came back into focus, fixing a deadly stare on him.

“That’s enough, Sunshine! I’m the law here. From now on you’ll do as I say!”

Freckled cheeks scorched with anger, she blasted the lawman, “I ought to whittle your ears off for that! Sides, you ain’t the only law around,” she told him through clinched teeth. Pushing around, him she moved toward the two boys, angrily tearing the guns out of their holsters. She shoved the pistols into his belly when she walked past him. Rawley caught them, barely. His eyes followed Lacy  as she struggled to slide open the barn door. He didn’t even bother to help, she’d pissed him off. The door continued protesting as the rusty wheels screeched from lack of use along its track. At last it slid open. She disappeared into the darkness.

 

Excerpt 2 from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

 

 

Rawley’s eyes turned the color of a polished barrel,blue steel. He continued striding towardthe barn.He did not like what he saw, but kept his mouth shut as he loaded up Ed. Walking over to Aubrey, his hand grabbed a handful of hair, pulling up the boy’s head. Rawley looked into a purple and black swollen face, He was in no condition to walk. The boy needed to ride.

Lacy turned in her saddle to address the lawman, “Mount up. We got a good three days’ ride.”

Rawley advanced toward the girl, his anger flaring from beneath black lashes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Aubrey can’t walk! He’s too badly hurt! Thanks to you! He needs to ride!”

Lacy leaned down toward the marshal, her eyes narrowing into slits, color brightening freckled cheeks in anger. “You listen to me good, Lovett. I’m not all brawn and muscle like you, so…” taking a finger and tapping her head, “I have to use my l’il pea-picking brain. Making my prisoners walk fifteen to twenty miles a day leaves them too tuckered out to argue with me at night, allowing me a little sleep. Keeping the food and water away, makes ‛em real tame. Now, mount up!”

That’s sadistic!”

“Is it? I call it self preservation. No one gets killed. No one gets hurt and we all arrive alive! Mount up!”

“You can’t keep taking your anger and your hatred out on the fugitives you catch, just because you don’t have the guts to confront your grandfather for what he did to you!” His eyes already frosty with anger, turned to diamond chips. “How many times do you have to kill your grandfather, before you give it up?”

Lacy recoiled as if she had been slapped.

“You have all the warmth and welcome of smallpox when it comes riding into town! You know that? He snapped. “I don’t know where you were in line when they passed out hearts. But, you sure as hell didn’t receive one!”

He saw Lacy drop her hooded look back into place, hiding her emotions, again.

Rawley spun angrily, walking back to Aubrey. Cutting enough rope to tie the boy in the saddle, he helped him up, eased him over to the horse, supporting him as he mounted. “I’ll get you to a doctor, soon as I can, son,” Rawley stated, finishing the knots.

Hearing the metallic click of a hammer being pulled back, Rawley stiffened, continuing to face the boy as he waited.

“The boy walks.”

“No. He rides,” he said. His already deep voice dropped lower. “Go ahead. Shoot me in the back. You do, I’ll see you hang,” Rawley threatened.

It seemed like ages before the marshal heard the hammer ease down with a soft click, a gun whispering back into its holster, leather creaking as horses moved off. Turning his head, his eyes followed the girl as she moved out. Keller, his hands tied by a rope half-hitched to Lacy’s saddle horn, struggled to remain on his feet as he was pulled along.

Rawley slowly expelled the breath he had been holding, “Damn kid. I’ve had enough,” he muttered. Whipping out his knife, he ran over to Keller, cleaning slicing the rope with a down turn of his wrist. The boy fell with the sudden slack.

Feeling the taunt rope go slack, Lacy spun around in the saddle, “Lovett! You bastard!” She yelled. Whirling Fancy around, she aimed the big grey on a collision course with the marshal. At the last second, Fancy swerved, throwing Lacy out of the saddle. She landed on top of Rawley, knocking both into the snow. Keller saw his chance. Scrambling up, he ran toward the nearest horse, his teeth chewing on the rope tying his hands. At last the knots loosened enough to where he could slide out his hands. Grabbing the reins, he mounted the big grey. Kicking heels into her ribs, he rode past the two still thrashing about in the snow.

“You damn little…she-devil!” Rawley grunted, taking another blow to his ribs.

Lacy scrambled out of his grasp. Standing, she locked both hands together, straightened her arms and swung, like an ax aiming at a large tree. The movement caught Rawley across his back, surprising, him and driving him to his knees. “That did it,” he mumbled, rising again.

Lacy had whirled, watching Keller ride off on her horse. Taking a few running steps, she suddenly landed face first in the snow. Rawley quickly grabbed both ankles lifting them up so the little hellion didn’t have any leverage. Lacy twisted. Turning and flopping like a hundred and fifteen pound catfish. “Lovett! I’ll kill you for this! I swear…I’ll kill you!” She yelled.

Rawley dragged her, sliding on her belly, pulling snow with her, like a plow, over to where Keller had dropped the rope. Bending down, he picked it up. Kneeling, he not so gently put a knee in her back. “Oww! You bastard! That hurt!” He trussed up her ankles, bending legs at the knees.

Lacy kept twisting, squirming, her body digging a hole in the snow, as she struggled to break the grip he had on her. Holding her kicking legs down with one hand, Rawley’s other hand, at last caught an irate arm, pulling that behind her, adding that to the ankles. Catching the other wrist, he added that to the three making a foursome. Breathing hard, he stood and surveyed his handiwork. Lacy twisted her neck. Seeing nothing, but snow covered boots and pants, she rolled on her side. She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, “Lovett, you’re an ass! You let Keller get away!” She declared hotly.

The marshal heaved in more air for his starved lungs. Damn kid is quick. It had taken everything he had to subdue her. Fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes, he said, “Maybe that cold snow will cool down your temper some, Sunshine.”

Turning, he walked over to his hat. Picking it up, he brushed the snow off before resettling it back on his head. He threw one more look at the trussed up girl, then mounted. Two fingers brushed the brim of his hat as he nodded toward the girl, riding past her, heading off down the hill after Keller.

“Lovett?” Lacy yelled. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t leave me like this! Lovett? Lovett…,” she yelled, dragging his name out to four or five syllables instead of the two. His name echoed against the granite backdrop of the mountains.

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Who designed the covers?

We wanted striking, different covers to draw the readers eye right away. Cover photography is licensed from JC Leacock Photography out of Crested Butte, Co. His work is stunning. Bearhead Publishing LLC designed all the graphics and fonts found on the cover and inside under each chapter.

 

 

Who is your publisher and what are a few things you like about their business platform?

Bearhead Publishing LLC out of Brandenburg, Kentucky, a small press publishing company that is family owned. I liked the fact that they want their authors to retain their own unique writing voice. They offer all the same things a big company offers, but on a more personalized level. We have become good friends.

 

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I hope you have as much fun reading these western adventure/romance tales as I did writing them. Enjoy the ride!

 

 

Juliette Douglas, Author of Freck;ed Venom
Juliette Douglas, Author of Freckled Venom

Hello Folks,

 

I’m Juliette Douglas, new western author. I live in Kentucky where in real life I wash boats for a living. Yes, you read that right. I’m just a crusty, rusty old fart of a boat washer who has stories percolating around in my head as I scrub boats.

 

I live on an old farm with a passel of kids…uh…critters. Why do I write western action stories with a little romance thrown in…Go figure! I like to say it is a God thing. I have already published two western novels in 2013. Freckled Venom Copperhead and Freckled Venom Copperhead Strikes. Both receiving the 5-star rating from Readers’ Favorite. I am working on the third sequel in the Freckled Venom series, now. Titled: Freckled Venom – Skeletons making its debut summer 2014.

 

Take time to visit http://www.facebook.com/author.juliette.douglas for updates and events. I love to hear from fans of my books. Email me or friend me on facebook.  Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Freckled-Venom-Copperhead-Juliette-Douglas-ebook/dp/B00IEUXBV8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1398947507&sr=1-1&keywords=freckled+venom

 

Genre: Western adventure/romance
Publisher: Bearhead Publishing LLC
 

Storm Warnings by Terri Hubbard Carle – Now on Sale!

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I sat down with the lovely and talented author,  Terri Hubbard Carle and asked a few questions about her latest release – Storm Warnings, which is on sale now through Sunday at Amazon.  Here’s what she had to say…

What inspired you to write your first book?-  I enjoyed writing in high-school. My English teacher encouraged me to continue writing , she felt I had a gift for story telling in a unique way in my writing. 

 Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?–Always hold on to faith, when faith is all you have, stand!
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?—Catherine Wolffe she is awesome!!!!
What book are you reading now?–Catherine Wolffe’s Casey’s Gunslinger- If you have not read it, you really should, it is awesome! (Not just saying that because she is interviewing me either ) 
 
What are your current projects?–I just finished writing a horror short-story believe or not, about Hell.  It will soon be published more info to come  I am working on a novel hopefully a little more on the lighter funnier side with a little sexy and sweet side. The name is still not definite. I have been known to change my mind on so we will see. 
 
Who designed the covers?- Dawn Sullivan with the input of Author Nicole Garcia. They actually have a joint venture creating book covers and swag for Authors and they do an awesome job!
Thanks so much, Terri!
******Readers, remember, Storm Warnings is on sale now through Sunday for only 99 cents.******  Here’s the link:http://www.amazon.com/Storm-Warnings-Terri-Hubbard-Carle-ebook/dp/B00JIHV9FG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1398942121&sr=1-1&keywords=terri+hubbard+carle

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Terri Hubbard Carle – author of Storm Warnings
 

The Romance Reviews’ 3rd Anniversary Party in March! #free #western #romance

Come join the party!  The Romance Reviews is turning 3!  To celebrate, a super colossal group of over 200 romance authors are giving away free books!  Check out the link:

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I’ll be giving away an ebook copy of Comanche Haven, The Loflin Legacy series, # 1.

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Hearts on Fire Blog Hop February 10-14 #free #western #romance

The Grand Prize (given away by Close Encounters and Read Between the Lines)  for this hop is this Gorgeous heart pendant with a 20 carat lab ruby and 14k gold chain! (Shown below.) Included as well are various Signed paperbacks by many of the authors in this hop.

This hop is sponsored by Eve Langlais, Kym Grosso, Victoria Danann, Close Encounters of the Night Kind, and Read Between the Lines.

Here’s how to hop…

1.) Kym, Eve, and Victoria have supplied the first nine items on the list of Top Ten Favorite Valentines/Romantic movies and Top Ten Favorite “pick up lines”. YOU provide #10. Comment with your answers and add your email address to enter for the site prize.

2.) Click here to view all 10 of the Free ebooks I’m giving away.

3.) Then go to the next hop site on the list below and repeat.

4.) Don’t forget to go here to also enter the GRAND PRIZE RAFFLE.

(20 carat lab ruby, signed paperback series of Immortals of New Orleans – Kym Grosso, and signed paperback series of Black Swan – Victoria Danann, plus a fabulous SWAG bag from Eve Langlais.) http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/ZTVjN2Q1MGI3NjJkMGNiZTA0OGU5OGUwYjdhODRmOjIx/

TOP TEN FAV VALENTINES/ROMANTIC MOVIES

1. The Princess Bride – Eve (because I love a giggle with my romantic fairy tales)

2. Pretty Woman – Eve (gotta love a poor girl/rich guy flick)

3. Warm Bodies – Eve (Zombies can be sexy, lol)

4. Sabrina – Kym

5. The Proposal – Kym

6. Forgetting Sarah Marshall – Kym

7. A Walk in the Clouds – Victoria

8. The Notebook – Victoria

9. Made in Heaven – Victoria

10. _______________________ What’s yours?

TOP TEN FAV “PICK UP” LINES

1. Eve’s Corny p/u lines: Did you sit in a puddle of maple syrup? Because you have a swe-e-e-t ass.

2. Eve: Do you live in a corn field? Because I’m stalking you.

3. Eve: Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?

Note from Eve: Funny how most pickup lines are from guys to girls, and have to do with sex. lol. Then again, can you imagine a woman going up to a guy and saying “Hey gorgeous, I brought along my ten inch ruler because I’ve got a feeling you’ll measure up.” Hehehe.

4. Kym’s Corny p/u lines from movies: “Do you wash your pants in Windex? Because I can see myself in them.” ~Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery,

5. Kym: “You know, it’s dangerous for you to be here in the frozen food section… Because you could melt all this stuff.” ~My Blue Heaven

6. Kym: “I couldn’t help but notice that you look a lot like my next girlfriend.” ~Hitch

7. Victoria’s fav lines that actually worked on me: (The lifeguard.) “You all might as well go home because this storm isn’t going away. (looks at me) Except you. You stay and we’ll go swimming.”

8. Victoria: “Have you seen Jeff?” “Who’s Jeff?” “Who cares? What’s yourname?”

9. Victoria: “You’re my pick for student body president. Run and I’ll make sure you get elected.”

10. ___________________ What’s yours?

Thanks for stopping by. Be sure to comment so you will be entered in the Grand Prize!

Keep Hopping! Visit all the authors in this blog hop so you can increase your chances to win! Good luck and thanks for stopping by!

1. Close Encounters with the Night Kind 53. Brandy L Rivers
2. Read Between the Lines 54. MYTHICAL BOOKS (INT)
3. Eve Langlais 55. Regina Morris (INT)
4. Kym Grosso 56. BGillian’s Blog
5. Victoria Danann 57. Dana Delamar (INT)
6. Alexandra Anthony 58. Kendall McKenna – Love & Dog Tags
7. A.R. Von DreamZ of Dragons 59. Rosanna Leo
8. Lena Hillbrand 60. Randi Alexander
9. Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews 61. Lusty Penguin Reviews – US
10. Susan Arden 62. Share My Destiny (INT)
11. Minding Spot 63. Michelle Lowhorn
12. Natasha Blackthorne 64. Kate Baum
13. Lena Loneson 65. Renea Mason
14. ThatsErotica 66. Victoria Embers
15. MaryLynn Bast 67. Book Liaison
16. Susan Griscom 68. Jessica Jayne
17. Morticia Knight 69. J.A. Garland “Where Fantasy Becomes Reality!”
18. Michel Prince 70. Crystals Random Thoughts (INT)
19. Dianne Hartsock -Int. 71. Misa Buckley
20. May Water’s Erotica 72. Cassandra Giovanni
21. Craves the Angst 73. Linsey @ My Little World – Books ‘n’ Things
22. Amber Kallyn (INT) 74. Dana Littlejohn
23. Draven St. James 75. Tabitha Conall
24. Deal Sharing Aunt USA 76. Barbara Hicks
25. Love Bites and Silk Ties (INT) 77. 2 Bibliophiles Guide
26. Traveling Cats 78. Laura Greenwood
27. Lea Barrymire (INT) 79. Jodi Redford
28. Dianna Hardy 80. Booklover Sue
29. Author Wendy Ely 81. Valerie Twombly-Author
30. Booked & Loaded 82. Penny For Them
31. Nya Rawlyns 83. Danielle Duncan
32. Nya Rayne 84. Desiree Holt
33. Shannan Albright 85. Paulina Woods
34. It’s All About the Romance! 86. Cristina
35. Vikki 87. KaSonndra Leigh
36. Kristine Cayne 88. Alicia @ Addicted Readers (INT)
37. Victoria Vane 89. Bookswagger
38. Elizabeth Morgan 90. Lesa
39. Romance Novel Giveaways 91. Danielle @ Coffee and Characters (INT)
40. JL Oiler 92. Michelle Graham
41. Nikki Prince 93. Imagine a World (INT)
42. Tempeste O’Riley 94. Beverly @ The Wormhole
43. Catherine Wolffe 95. J.R. Pearse Nelson
44. Eden Glenn 96. Bookworm Bridgette
45. Jezebel Jorge 97. Elizabeth Lawerence
46. Sedona Venez 98. Hennessee Andrews
47. Crazy Four Books (INT) 99. Nessie Strange
48. Susan Frances, Romance Author (INT) 100. Mandy Harbin
49. Allison Merritt (INT) 101. Karen Mercury
50. Surviving Being Me 102. Ambrielle Kirk
51. H.K. Sterling 103. Jocelyn Dex: Demons Do It Better
52. Shelli Rosewarne (INT) 104. Romance Novel Giveaways
Click on the picture to hop with other bloggers in this awesome blog hop!

The Grand Prize (given away by Close Encounters and Read Between the Lines)  for this hop is this Gorgeous heart pendant with a 20 carat lab ruby and 14k gold chain! (Shown below.) Included as well are various Signed paperbacks by many of the authors in this hop.

This hop is sponsored by Eve Langlais, Kym Grosso, Victoria Danann, Close Encounters of the Night Kind, and Read Between the Lines.

Rafflecopter giveaway link – go here to enter to win!

I’m giving away a $5 Amazon card to those who like my author page at Amazon.  Here’s the link:  

http://tinyurl.com/c4vmtwl  Go to Amazon and like, come back here and comment with the like #.  My count stands at 372 as of today. 

You’ll find a list of my books including COMANCHE HAVEN, THE LOFLIN LEGACY series # 1.  Here’s a steamy bathtub excerpt from the story of Seth and Celia.

Comanche Haven…

“Do you need help with your back?”  Celia rose.

The question came out of the blue.  To Seth surprise, she got up and walked toward the tub.  Leaning over the squat table to retrieve the soap, she began to lather his back.

What was she up to?  Seth stilled in the water.  His next thought had nothing to do with the cooling temperature of the water.  He realized the true reason he’d been driven to get back to the ranch so quickly, which had nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with her.

The stroke of her fingers along his back had him tensing and sent blood rushing to his shaft.  Seth closed his eyes and willed himself to focus on something else.  His back muscles twitched as her hands glided up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance along his backbone.

“Seth, I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Her voice sounded like distant music. “I don’t think I would have made it without you.”

Trying valiantly to regain his composure, Seth sat in the water in silence for a time.  Her words sounded sincere.  Then as if driven, he slowly leaned back in the tub.  He had to admit, if she was toying with him, she was damn good at deception.  “No need to thank me, Celia.  You’ll always be able to count on me.”  Seth took mental stock one more time and assured himself he was in control.  But the need churning inside him had other ideas.  One look into those emerald green orbs and his heart gave a little lurch.  His mind simply stopped working.

Celia’s fingers continued to glide over his soap-slicked skin.  With each stroke, her fingertips were sending molten heat straight to his loins.

They reminded him of satin.  He wanted more.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and clasped the nape of her neck.  Feeling her start to pull back, Seth whispered, “Relax girl, I won’t hurt you.”  With his eyes on her lips, Seth hesitated briefly, searching for something – anything, which would let him know how she would react.  Then he reached up and took her mouth with his.  The hunger breaking free had nothing to do with sensibilities.  This time he coaxed her mouth to open and let him taste the sweetness of her tongue.  Seth’s pulse hummed as her lips gave warm and tender under his.  She opened for him like a flower and Seth tasted the warmth of her lips, which were pliant against his.  He groaned softly.  She tasted like honey and the line of her throat like cream heated by the sun.  He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth and then the slender neckline she offered when her head lolled to the side on her own gentle moan.  Slowly he discovered every slick, wet curve of her mouth.  His teeth grazed her lips and tasted the salt of hunger in her response.  Did she want him as much as he wanted her right now?

Celia exhaled and her eyelids fluttered shut.

The hunger growing inside him knew only one end.  Long agile fingers sank deep into the silken strains of her hair as he levered himself up the side of the tub angling for a better hold on her warm skin.  Cupping her head in his big hand, he kissed her again.  This time it was with the fever of need.  A need he’d, long ago, locked away.  It surged up from the cold depths of his own desire and rocked Seth with its intensity.  Taking her mouth in an attack meant to capture and possess, Seth realized too late he was losing the battle with reason, but he’d lost the will to care.  She tasted so good.  Her head fell to the side on another soft sigh of pleasure.  Seth found himself trailing long wet, ardent kisses down her neck.  The soft dip of her collarbone was a perfect place for him to linger.  He could feel the blood pulsing there, just under her skin.  Her smell, the smell of roses was all around him.  Another soft moan escaped.  So full of life, a life he’d thought he’d never hold in his arms again.  The warning bells were going off in his head by then.  His blood was roaring in his ears.  He was in too deep to heed any of it.  He felt like a drowning man with no desire for rescue.

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I hoped you liked the story.  Here’s the direct link to COMANCHE HAVEN on Amazon.  Remember to like my author page while you’re there and come back here to comment with your like #.  A $5 Amazon card is up for grabs!!

Enjoy the hop and drop by anytime!

Comanche Have (The Loflin Legacy #1)
Click on the link to buy at Amazon. Available at all major outlets.

Welcome Casey St. Clair from Casey’s Gunslinger

Her hair is the color of flax.  Her eyes as blue as the sky.  Petite and feminine, she wills a strong determination when her mind decides on a course of action.  Charles Harrison discovers this when he tries to protect her from harm.  No man’s going to tell her what to do.  Having been orphaned as a baby, she makes her own decisions and lives her life by her own rules.  A small salary as a teacher is her means of survival, until the day she unearths the truth about who she is.

In search of her father and determined to execute revenge on the man who abandoned her after she was born and her mother died, Casey arrives to find, Charles Harrison, the attorney she hired to locate her father is good friends with the bastard!  Unsure if she can trust anyone, even  Maggie, and Jake, who kept a watchful eye over her through the years, Casey vows to hurt Earl Loflin any way she can!

Casey’s Gunslinger – available at all major outlets and Smashwords.com.

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To read the beginning of Casey’s Gunslinger click on the picture!
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Click the picture of Casey St. Clair to begin The Loflin Legacy with Comanche Haven, # 1 at Amazon.