Drug smuggling on the Professional Bull Riding circuit
If you like your heroin tinged with the aroma of straw and bull crap, hiding your smack in a bull trailer might work out pretty good! It’s a concept that I think could work, since the bull riding circuit waits for no man – or bull. It just keeps moving on to the next town, the next arena, the next stop.
Man and beast must head down the highway!
Two time champion Garrett Anderson must roll to the next stop on the tour. So must Cole Richards, the bull tender for Spitfire. It’s inevitable the two men will cross paths at some point, but for how long and what their encounter will look like is up to fate. But bulls generally don’t get drugged by heroin, no matter how many stops on the tour!
Bulls + heroin don’t mix!
We wrote that into the story on the premise that drug smuggling on the PBR could work. I mean, think about it. How many people are brave enough to go into the bull pen and hide or retrieve their stash? It’s like dangling a diamond ring in a piranha tank! Somebody’s gonna get it, but it ain’t gonna be me! As far as I’m concerned those drugs are safe as newborn swaddled babes!
After Spitfire’s drugged the first time, he’s drugged again – this time on purpose – and it puts Cole’s newfound love, Garrett’s life at risk. He tries to warn Garrett but is it already too late?
Find out in Perfect Ride.
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Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been missing.
A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their one brief tryst kindles. After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to see him again.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?
Wearing a wolfish grin, he unsnapped Cole’s jeans and slid them down his long legs nice and slow. The man wore blue, cotton low-rise briefs. Too low. The head of his cock peeked out above the waistband. He licked his lips. “Mmm, I think I like losing.”
He leaned forward to kiss Cole again and Cole’s fingers went to work on the snaps of his shirt. Before the kiss was done, Cole had Garrett’s jeans unbuttoned as well. He hovered there poised over Cole, pinning him down with his hips, as the man ran his hands over every curve of his torso. He flexed his chest and arm muscles, showing off a body he hoped would please. Cole’s hands never rested, covering every inch of his skin, turning it from lukewarm to hot. Aroused, with his nipples hardened to sensitive buds, he gazed down lustfully at Cole’s awed expression and tried not to come in his jeans.
“Jesus, you’re ripped.” His hands made another thorough survey, his gaze following.
He shivered under the scrutiny but was unwilling to move and end it. “You like?”
Cole’s smile widened. “You’re perfect.”
Garrett’s insides quivered. He’d left a broken home for a man who’d called him perfect and taught him everything he knew about bull riding and broken hearts. The two were remarkably similar. Pain and suffering could result from either. Worry tightened his chest, warning him he’d be broken by this man too if he dared to let his heart loose. He decided to end this game. Laying his full weight on Cole, he kissed him, angling sideways far enough away to shove a hand down his briefs. The hard length inside was moist, pulsing with heat. Soon Cole was bucking into his hand.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Enough teasing.” He undid Cole’s shirt, shucked his own clothes, and pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket. “Lube?”
Cole nodded. “Headboard. On the left.”
He grabbed it and motioned with a touch on Cole’s hip for him to roll over.
The man shook his head and sat up. “Not yet. Let me see you.”
~ o ~
Perfect Ride is out now from Decadent Publishing.
By the way, Shiloh and I are currently editing book II, which is young bull rider Freddy’s story. Look for it later this year!
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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Today we’re thrilled to welcome Heather Hiestand, here with her latest release and a contest. Be sure to scroll to the bottom to enter. Take it away, Heather!
Life Doesn’t Always Work Out According To Plan
By Heather Hiestand
The hero of His Wicked Smile (the third in the Redcakes series) is Gawain Redcake. He’s a very determined guy, having survived the childhood in his family’s Bristol factories that killed his older brother, then surviving army service on India’s North-west frontier fighting the Pathan tribes. He took damage to his hip and face, but he made it home, only to be pushed into his family’s London-based Accounting department. Yes, Accounting. Needless to say, this man of action was not happy sitting at a ledger writing figures all day. But he did learn the business, and branched into his own, selling teas and Indian medicine around the British Isles. This made him rich.
Meanwhile, his father was knighted, and ever competitive, Gawain wants a knighthood too. He’s full of ideas as to how to achieve it. His best idea? Marrying a pampered, teenage aristocrat named Lady Elizabeth Shield, some decade younger than him, which will bring him into the highest levels of fashionable society. His Wicked Smile begins as the lady’s family declines to allow Gawain to court her, and then, to up the stakes, the lady herself disappears! Gawain is enlisted to help find the runaway milady, and this sends him on the adventure of a lifetime, in a life that had already been pretty adventurous.
Gawain had seen his sister Matilda ruin her life plans because of an unwed pregnancy, and one thing he’s firmly believed is that a father has to marry the mother of his child to give the child a proper life. So when a liaison in an inn with a most unsuitable woman results in an unplanned pregnancy, he’s desperate to find the woman and marry her. But that lady has disappeared too!
Life hasn’t worked out as planned for my heroine, Ann Haldene, either. The half-Indian daughter of a British army officer, she married young and ran an inn with her husband. She’s in love and pregnant, when her husband is murdered in their stable. During her crazy grief, she loses the baby and most of her money. Lonely and too busy for courting, she’s easily caught in the snare of Gawain Redcake’s wicked smile. While she’s happy to have a baby, she’s not willing to marry again without love. Life, however, is going to interfere.
Whether you read His Wicked Smile as a standalone or as part of the larger Redcakes series, I hope you enjoy Gawain and Ann’s journey to love. It’s never what they expected, but all the sweeter for it.
His Wicked Smile, by Heather Hiestand
May 1, 2014,
ISBN 978-1-60183-113-2; ASIN B00GYLVVS4
Romantic Suspense, 87,000 words
Heat rating: hot
Some temptations are impossible to resist, even for a bakery heir…
Ann Haldene is the most beautiful woman Gawain Redcake has ever seen. A gifted healer who soothes his battle-scarred body like never before, the widow’s touch has a powerful effect on him. It’s no wonder the rugged Redcake heir forgets his quest for a society bride during one passionate night in Ann’s arms. But once he learns she is pregnant with his child, he searches for her, intent on giving her his name, if not his heart….
Ann is shocked by Gawain’s proposal, mostly because he has not uttered a word of love. For the sake of their baby, she accepts, even knowing that Gawain dreamed of marrying to secure a title and all she has is a severed royal Indian bloodline. Now the new bride faces her greatest challenge: showing her husband that their union is more powerful than pedigree—and love is the ultimate reward….
“A delightful, sexy glimpse into Victorian life and loving with two wonderfully non-traditional lovers.” –Jessa Slade, author of Dark Prince’s Desire and the Steel Born series.
At Goodreads: This book was a very sweet and spicy romance. Sylvia, Netgalley reviewer.
5 Stars: It was a wonderful story of romance, love and mystery. I cannot wait to read more from this author. Jennischell, Netgalley reviewer
His lips curved. “And how long should I continue my program with you?”
“What do you mean?” She put her back to the fire and faced him.
“How often should I ask you to marry me? How often should I demand you move to my family home? I have been looking for houses for us in Enfield.”
“You haven’t asked me today.” She thought about the few pounds she had left, the need to eat good food so that she could feed Noel. Clothes for a growing baby. Coal for the fire. The censure she would face back in Leeds for having an illegitimate child.
His gaze left the box she was holding and moved to her face. “You are correct. I have not been following my own program. Ann, will you marry me?”
She shivered. Could she tolerate a loveless marriage? Or to phrase it better, could she bring a husband who didn’t love her to love? Gawain had not yet had a chance to love her, but at least he had come looking for her. He had come twice, to Leeds and then to London. He loved Noel already. Thankfully, he had no doubts there. She was lucky the baby took after the Redcakes and not her family.
Going back to Leeds felt wrong. She had to move forward for Noel’s sake. Clasping her hands around her upper arms, she whispered, “Yes.”
“Yes?” he said doubtfully.
She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes. It will be best for all of us. You caught me by surprise last week, but yes.”
He moved his head back and forth as if beating time. “Would you like a civil or religious marriage? We can be married a bit sooner with a civil marriage.”
The unromantic nature of the moment deflated her further. “Will you not kiss me to celebrate?” she asked. “And worry about details some other time?”
He let his cane drop to the ground next to the armchair. With a wolfish grin, he reached for her arm and pulled her down to him. He sighed and set his head against her shoulder. “I should not remember the feel of you, Ann, but I do.”
“My body is completely different since Noel. And I don’t even smell the same.”
“You smell like cake and wind now,” he said. “It’s not a bad thing. But there is still a spicy under-layer that will never leave you.”
She wriggled. “I am glad to hear it.”
He held her firm. “Don’t do that, not with Fern here.”
She allowed him to wrap his arms around her and kiss her neck. Closing her eyes, she wondered what he would think of her if he knew why she said yes.
ABOUT HEATHER HIESTAND
Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.
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Welcome to another week of Book Hooks, the weekly meme hosted by the MFRW Authors Blog. Here’s a chance each week for readers to get hooked on a new book! Authors share a short excerpt from their books. If you enjoy the sample, consider purchasing the full book through their buy link.
This week I’m featuring Book Two in our Riders Up Romantic Suspense Series. Heat Wave was just released at Amazon this morning! Book One, Cassie’s Hope, is #FREE at Amazon today through Satuday, May 3.
During an oppressive Iowa summer of drought and farm foreclosures, widowed Maggie Anderson makes a bold decision: She’ll merge her love of horses and her family’s three hundred and twenty acres into a horse farm and try her hand at nearby Prairie Meadows Race Track, where racing purses have just been augmented by the recently added casino gambling.
Down on his luck after being falsely accused in a racing scandal and banned from training, former Arlington Race Track trainer Ed Harrington has skulked home to Des Moines to drown his sorrows and wait for the dust to clear. He’s unprepared for the piercing robin’s-egg-blue eyes of pint-sized Maggie Anderson, who finds him at a flophouse and offers him a job. Can he pull himself together and meet the challenge?
As the two forge a tumultuous working partnership, they soon discover someone is out to get Maggie’s farm and will stop at almost nothing to force her off the land. Can they find and stop the culprit before someone is killed? Can they survive the far greater danger unleashed by the raw passion simmering just beneath the surface of their relationship?
Maggie stared thoughtfully at the curious man while her daughter climbed the stairs to her room. Her stomach muscles tightened. She needed his help desperately. But she hadn’t counted on her body acting like that of some giddy teenager.
She feared her heart was doing more whispering than her bones. Ed Harrington was still thin, but there was a blurring of pain and challenge and mystery in his face that pulled and scared her at the same time. His hair was still shaggy, but it had been washed. His face, with its distinctive roman nose, reminded her of a shattered mirror. Was haggard handsome a decent way to describe a man? And his hands. He had long fingers. And they were steady.