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Shaking her head, Cassie grabbed a hoof pick from her back pocket, lifted one of Hope’s front hooves, and began extracting dirt and pebbles.
“Nice lookin’ filly.”
Cassie groaned at the strange deep voice and the too-familiar line. Couldn’t men anywhere be a little more original?
Dropping the hoof, Cassie glanced across Hope’s back and gasped. The deeply tanned hunk behind the voice had shoulders that stretched taut a pale yellow polo shirt covered, in part, with a thin buckskin vest. The wide cowboy buckle appeared unnecessary to hold up well contoured Levi’s.
A sweat-stained brown Stetson, tipped low, cast a light shadow across his facial features. His worn boots were those of a working man. This was no drugstore cowboy.
About Cassie’s Hope
Did you know that in addition to our steamy erotic ménage romance stories, my husband and I also write romantic suspense? One man, one woman, danger and intrigue – always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Our Romantic Suspense line delivers “warmth, blazing hot sex, and well-developed characters” (Romance Junkies Reviews) as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
We love horses and have, at various points in our life, owned a couple thoroughbred race horses, a quarter horse who didn’t want to race and became a working cutting horse, and an arab/saddlebred who is now a dressage horse. We’ve been to the Kentucky Derby twice, the Belmont Stakes once, and the Arlington Million twice (none of our horses were at that level, of course). We put that passion and experience to work in a four book romantic suspense series set in the horse racing industry, Riders Up! Cassie’s Hope is Book One. The scene above is set at a small track in western Wyoming, where both our quarter horse and one of our thoroughbreds ran briefly.
Series: Riders Up! Book One
Novel: 71,000 words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Poole
Explicit sex: M/F
What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump pride?
Five stars at Goodreads: “…I took their journey with them. I felt their pain, their sadness, their struggles, and most of all their love. And that is the mark of a truly good book.” Faith
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Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!
Do you love New York? We do, though we don’t get there as often now that our son has moved to the West coast. To compensate, we gave our heroine, Meghan Keenan, his former Brooklyn walk-up apartment (over a laundromat, no less) in a marvelous culturally diverse funky neighborhood not far from the site of the old Brooklyn Dodgers stadium, long since transformed into an upscale shopping mall.
Today’s excerpt from our latest release, A Woman for Zachary, comes as our threesome takes a break from ice skating in Central park.
The following Saturday, Meg sat on a warming bench next to Josie and they both watched Zach’s blue hooded jacket disappear in the crowd of skaters as he made his way to the men’s room. “Zach hasn’t lost the touch with ice skates,” Meg said. “He’s good on his feet.”
“Apparently he grew up skating the lakes and rivers near where you were raised,” Josie replied. “But you never knew him back there.”
“Nope. Of course, we were raised decades apart. I only met him when he came into the bank to make a deposit and we struck up a rather innocent conversation. Then he came to see me at the Community Playhouse.” She smiled at Josie. “And that was the beginning of what led me here, and to you.”
Josie clasped her gloved hand. “I’m glad Zach had the good sense to bring you to me.”
“Me, too.” Meg squeezed their fingers. “So why do you suppose Zach prefers young women?”
Josie’s mouth turned up into a broad smile. “That’s easy. Of course, I’ve had much longer to ponder that question than you have. Let’s give Zach credit, though. He is genuinely interested in trying to discover promising talent for the stage. That’s a passion for him that runs as deep as any other passion he might have.”
“Do you realize that if I ever say anything slightly critical about Zach, you rush to his defense?”
“I don’t.” Josie turned away to watch skaters making their way along on the ice. “You must be wrong.”
“I’m not, but I won’t debate that point. But you didn’t answer why he prefers girls to women his age.”
“Because girls are safer. You’re safe. Don’t get me wrong—Zach adores you. But he also knows you don’t see any kind of long-run future with him. He can have a good time with you, and you with him, without unwanted strings or expectations.”
“But you’re not safe?”
This time Josie held her gaze.
Meg couldn’t remember when she’d witnessed such sadness.
“No, I must be too old to be safe.” Josie shrugged. “That’s the way it is.”
It’s New York! Broadway beckons, but Meg has more fun keeping an erotic triangle going with her current flame, Zach Cullen, and her drama coach, Josie Patrice.
A Woman for Zachary
Meghan’s Playhouse, Book Two
Erotic Romance Ménage
August 4, 2017
Explicit Sex, MF, FF;
Ménage, FFM, FMF;
Zachary Cullen has ignored Josette Patrice’s overtures for years, but she agrees to take on his latest protégé-slash-arm-candy Meghan Keenan in her off-Broadway workshop theater. Though the girl has incredible talent, Josie would stake her reputation on that little thing being a switch-hitter, like herself, and she doesn’t want Zach to be duped. Josie sets out to seduce Meg and expose her for what she is, but all bets are off when Meg turns the tables on Josie to hook her up with Zach.
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ALL IN FOR LOVE
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With thousands of people passing through the casino’s doors on a daily basis, it’s no surprise that a variety of lives and loves are on the line there. It’s said that you’re more likely to lose your heart at La Bonne Chance than a hand of poker. Whether you are the Director of Casino Operations or the guy who created its software, a jilted bride or a black jack dealer, a past guest’s ghost or a sous chef–when it comes to love, the stakes are high.
Thank goodness what happens at La Bonne Chance, doesn’t always stay at La Bonne Chance….
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An Inn Decent Proposal, Sharon Buchbinder
Can an hotelier with a past and a chef with a future revive the grand dame in a neglected old inn?
Perfect Odds, Lashanta Charles
When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?
A Ghost To Die For, Keta Diablo
She didn’t believe in ghosts…until one showed up in her room.
Raising Kane, Kat Henry Doran
Funny how a night in jail will change a woman’s outlook on life.
For Money Or Love, Margo Hoornstra
She’s the one woman he can’t afford to lose.
Take A Chance On Me, M.J. Schiller
Who do you count on when the chips are down?
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Fun Facts About . . .
Sharon Buchbinder and her husband used to breed and show Egyptian Maus and Color Point Persians (formerly called Himalayans). If you’ve ever seen the mockumentary, Best in Show, you have an idea of what life was like 24 out of 52 weekends a year for this wild and crazy couple. When Sharon returned to school for her PhD in 1986, she decided a doctoral program plus a toddler plus a full time job was more than enough and they placed all their cats in good homes―including their own.
So I don’t really have anything too witty, but I have a 6-year-old with a sharp tongue. One of the things I always tell my kids is that mommy and daddy knows everything. So one day I’m taking my daughter to the store to buy toys with her birthday money. This is how the conversation went:
Her: So, who gave me this birthday money?
Me: Poppy (Grandad)
Her: Oh, I really miss Poppy. I want to go see him.
Me: Well, you have to wait until this summer, when you’re out of school.
Me: Because you have to learn things in school and if you miss a day, you’ll miss what you need to learn and then you won’t know everything.
Her: Ohhhhh, you mean like you and daddy don’t really know everything even though you say you do?
Keta once dressed up as old man on Halloween and picked up her 9th grader at school in costume! Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. In fact, he refused to get in the car. She followed him out of the parking lot and down the street for two blocks before he’d even look at her. Yes, he finally got in, but didn’t appreciate her humor…at all. Update: He’s in college now and says the “old man” incident is now one of his fondest childhood memories.
There was the time I played private duty nurse for my uncle, a parish priest, after he underwent a resection of an aortic aneurysm. It was a very scary for the entire family, for a number of different reasons. It became my job to ensure Father Joe got sufficient rest which boiled down to playing traffic cop and time-keeper on visitors. On one afternoon, I could see Joe was fatigued and needed a nap. As I rounded up the crowd to send them out the door, one smirked at me.
“Who’s Nurse Ratched, Joe?” he asked.
I said, “Who are you, the Pope?”
He said, “Close to it, honey. I’m the Bishop.”
Becoming a coffee connoisseur wasn’t an instant fall head over heels event for Margo Hoornstra. Initial cups were loaded with milk and sugar. When the children arrived, two AM feedings coupled with six AM risings for work necessitated more indispensable caffeine. Flavored, iced, lattes and such, a true coffee aficionado, she covets them all.
One day–when M.J.’s triplets were about two, and her eldest four–she was doing laundry and matching up the socks, one of her least favorite chores. She lined them up all along her arms as she hunted for their mates. After a bit of fruitless searching, she glanced at the time and realized she needed to hustle to be on time for a prayer service she was attending at her church.
She made it in time, her four children in tow, and removed her coat before kneeling to say a prayer. An half hour later, as she piously prayed along with the congregation, her eldest asked, “Mommy, why do you have a sock on your shoulder?” She had missed removing one of her husband’s long, mateless gym socks!