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Bring on the Heat

A scorching collection from ten of today’s hottest authors

Title: Bring On the Heat
Genre: Erotic romance
Length: Approx 263k words
Release date: January 6, 2014
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Boxed Set:

Eden Bradley: Breaking Skye

Cassandra Carr: Caught

Stephanie Julian: An Indecent Proposition Part I

Amber Kallyn: Burned

Keira Kohl: Laundry day

Adriana Kraft: Cherry Tune-Up

Emma Lai: Riding Romeo

Anh Leod: Clockwork Captive

Ann Mayburn: First Kiss

Cari Quinn: Jingle Ball

 

 

My Sexy Saturday #MSSWeek23

Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.

Cassie’s Hope will be available any minute now at Amazon/Kindle – watch this space for the release announcement!

EXCERPT

Clint has surprised Cassie by bringing the kids with him to Chicago for a visit. That’s not playing fair – does he have any clue how deeply the thought of instant motherhood terrifies her? Even so, she’s more than ready to make up for lost time in the bedroom.

“‘Tis a one track mind you have, Mr. Travers,” she muttered, separating his lips with her tongue. The kiss continued, long and mutual. Cassie loved the feel of his muscled thighs, of his arousal rising against her bottom, of his lips, which tasted equally safe and dangerous.

Breaking the kiss, Clint groaned impatiently, “Enough sleuthing for one day. Do we have time?”

She laughed, framing his chin between finger and thumb. “This is the first time we’ve been alone since you brought the kids to Chicago. There’s time. We’ll make time. Silver Hawk will keep the kids at the house. And dad is probably having a blast telling of some adventure that’s improved by the remembering and by the retelling.”

Clint brushed the back of his fingers across her warming cheek. “It has been so long. How shall we begin?”

He took the lead by running his tongue along her cheekbone and then nuzzling her nape.

“A nice start,” she moaned, clasping her hands behind his back. “Ah, yes, it’s been far too long.”

His tongue eased its way to her ear lobe. She scrunched her toes as Clint tenderly washed her ear, inside and out. At the same time, she became aware of fingers working on her blouse buttons. She helped unbutton the last two as his fingers traced a line over the top of her bra cup. Her skin heated rapidly. In response, she squirmed on his lap, purposefully rubbing her crotch along the expanding length of his shaft. Even through several layers of clothing, she felt his cock pulsing to meet her movements.

BLURB

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?

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If you liked that little taste, you might enjoy checking out the entire first chapter over at Romance Junkies, where we won our marvelous cover by Judy Bullard.

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Hubs and I are so excited about our next release, due out any minute now from Amazon! Cassie’s Hope is Book One in our upcoming series, Riders Up, set in the horseracing industry. The entire series is a labor of love, reaching back to before he and I ever met. We both grew up crazy about horses. His parents were Midwest dairy farmers, and when he was very tiny, they still used a team of matched Belgians to cross-check their cornfields at planting time, as well as to pull the stone boat when they picked frost-heave rocks out of the fields each spring. In his dad’s eyes, horses were for working, and once they switched completely over to tractors, his dad saw no need for a horse that might be used only for pleasure. But the seeds of the dream had been sown…

For myself, I grew up on seven acres, a remnant of a much larger spread, in what would have been the tenant farm house. I dreamed horses. I devoured King of the Wind, Misty of Chincoteague, Black Beauty, and anything else I could get my hands on. My parents even bought me books about identifying horse breeds, how to ride, and how to care for a horse. Much to my dismay and mystification, they never let me own one. Only as an adult did I come to understand neither of them had any experience with large animals, and probably none of us would have been prepared for what owning a horse would have involved.

It wasn’t long after my husband and I got together that we discovered this mutual passion. Living in Chicago, it was easy to get to area racetracks and follow the horses. We were at the Arlington Million the year the grandstands burned down, and we’ve watched races at Hawthorne, Sportsman’s (now closed), and Balmoral. We’ve been to the Kentucky Derby twice and the Belmont Stakes once, and we’ve thrilled to the historic grandstands and the oak-tree paddock at Saratoga, America’s oldest racetrack. We’ll be at Hollywood Park in a couple weeks to help celebrate its final season before it, like so many, yields to the developer’s bulldozer.

We’ve also, for a brief time, owned horses, including thoroughbred and quarterhorse race horses. I’ll save that story for another post.

Writing Riders Up has plunged us back into that world. We’ve set four romantic suspense stories in the heart of the thoroughbred racing scene, with possibly more to come. We hope our readers love the stories (and the horses) as much as we do.

BLURB

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?

EXCERPT

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.

He stepped closer. She could make out a scowl. Dark eyes snapped a foreboding anger. Raven black hair framed chiseled features, searing them into Cassie’s brain. Her toes curled involuntarily. She rubbed Hope’s coat vigorously. Who the hell was he? And to top it off, he didn’t even seem to notice her. His eyes appraised only the horse.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, ducking down by Hope’s flank.

The handsome stranger walked around the horse. “Very nice,” he drawled at last.

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