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It’s Definitely Raining #MSS174 #MySexySaturday #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday Week 174! This week’s theme is My Sexy Rainy Afternoon.

Hubs and I love rainy afternoons, especially when we don’t have to go anywhere or do anything specific. We’ll just leave you with that image and hope you take advantage of your own opportunities…

Tracy’s rainy afternoon hardly starts out romantic – but it’s going to send her life into a complete 180 and turn it upside down. Here’s how it all got started:

Threatened race horses, city slicker attorney, sexy California wrangler—what can possibly go wrong?

EXCERPT

Traci Steele peered through the rain-splattered windshield of her rental car trying to focus on the taillights ahead. She’d climbed the foothills east of San Diego for nearly an hour. Abruptly, the traffic slowed to a snail’s pace.

Why so slow? The rain was letting up some. Traci loosened her grip on the steering wheel to rub first one forearm and then the other.

She squinted trying to read the orange road sign. Damn. The sign grew clearer with each few feet she advanced: Detour Ahead.

A lanky deputy sheriff leaned down to answer her unasked question. “Sorry, ma’am, the road is closed. We had an oil tanker jackknife and roll on the slick pavement. This road likely won’t be reopened until sometime tomorrow.”

“I’m headed for Buteo. To the Live Oak Resort.”

“No problem. Just stay on this route we’re sending traffic over.” The deputy gestured toward the narrow road to Traci’s right. “About a mile down that road you’ll have an option to come back to the main road you’re on now. Don’t take it. This detour is actually a short cut to Buteo, and the views can be spectacular. Just don’t try going too fast.”

“Thanks.” Traci nodded, raking fingers through her hair. “I won’t be rushing on these roads.”

She took the right-hand turn. A small paint-chipped sign read Buteo Canyon Road. Another stated Open Range. What did that mean?

Three miles farther the road climbed sharply. It twisted and wove its way through deep ravines and across a dried-up creek bed. A bright yellow sign proclaimed Dip Subject to Flooding. Easing closer, she looked up and down the ravine as far as she could see, then sped across. Safe, for the moment, anyway.

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She won’t be safe for long…

Hot-shot Chicago prosecuting attorney Traci Steele works tirelessly keeping rapists off the street to prevent other women from suffering the hell she’s endured, so she resists her friends’ insistence that she take a two month R&R in their California Live Oak condo—until they persuade her to help their rancher friend as a private investigator

Though he runs the stables at Live Oak, well-muscled mustached wrangler Scott McCord much prefers working with the race horses he trains at his ranch, and he can’t believe his old friends have sent a greenhorn female to help him with horse troubles.

The improbable dance between this mismatched pair barely fits in around the escalating suspense of whoever’s after Scott’s horses. Traci is as tenacious in her sleuthing as she is terrified about her inability to ever love a man. Can Scott succeed in gentling her – like he does his horses – before she flees in panic?

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Detour Ahead is Book Four in our Riders Up series, set in the horse racing industry. We’re featuring some of our Romantic Suspense at My Sexy Saturday in anticipation of our upcoming Romantic Suspense release, The Painter is a Lady, scheduled for March 17 at Extasy books!

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My Sexy Stranger ~ He’s been vouched for #MSS172 #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday!

This week’s theme is My Sexy Stranger.

This stranger has been vouched for. Maggie Anderson’s insurance broker, an old family friend, takes a pretty dim view of her scheme to raise race horses on the family farm she’s inherited, but he doesn’t want to see her fail. He refers her to a trainer who’s down on his luck after being unfairly accused in a racetrack scandal.

Readers of Riders Up: Book One can vouch for Ed Harrington, too, though they probably didn’t like him in Cassie’s Hope. Cocky and annoying, he vied with Clint for Cassie’s affections, and was briefly under suspicion for being the one who drugged her horse, though cleared in the end. But he’s fallen on hard times since then, and Maggie finds him in a Des Moines flophouse. In spite of her misgivings, she offers him a job, but she doesn’t expect to ever see him again.

Hang onto the land – but at what cost? Feisty widow hires ace racehorse trainer to salvage her family’s heritage. Can they survive escalating threats to life and limb?

EXCERPT

“Mom. Mom!” shouted the smallish tow-headed boy dashing up the porch steps.

“What is it, Johnny? You’d think the devil was chasing you.” She’d never understand why boys always rushed around so.

Johnny skidded to a halt before her while the screen door banged loudly behind him.

“Somebody’s coming, Mom.”

“Who?”

“Don’t know. The truck ain’t familiar,” the boy drawled.

“Isn’t,” both mother and sister corrected.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “There he comes now.”

Everyone on the porch looked toward the driveway as an old faded green pick-up lumbered toward the gravel patch where Maggie’s car and truck were parked. She didn’t recognize the man getting out of the truck.

The man stood tall in western boots, clean Levis, and a white dress shirt, with an ancient feed mill cap dipped low over his eyes.

Unable to make out his features clearly, Maggie rose to welcome the stranger.

As he rapped on the screen door, he said dryly, “Afternoon, Mrs. Anderson. It took a while for me and Mabel to figure out your directions.” With those few words, Ed Harrington doffed his cap. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. His gray eyes remained cool and guarded.

Maggie’s mouth fell wide open and her heart skipped a beat or two. He was standing there like an apparition. Was this really the malnourished man she’d last seen stumbling down a Des Moines sidewalk?

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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?

Heartfelt with mystery and hope…made me cry.” Donna H., Amazon, Five Stars

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Midweek Tease ~ Waking up a Man… #MFRWAuthor #MWTease

Welcome to Midweek Tease, hosted by Angelica Dawson!

In anticipation of our upcoming romantic suspense release this March, here’s another snippet from our romantic suspense, The Heist. Kara’s attending a conference in Chicago…

A heist? A murder? It’s villain’s choice.

EXCERPT

“I’m afraid I already have a dinner commitment. I’m on a conference committee,” Kara explained. “If you come by my hotel around nine o’clock, you could help tuck me in for the night.”

“I see,” Ted responded. “And do I get to stay an hour, or will you require more of my services than that?”

“No need to get pissy about it,” she snapped. “We can always wait until the next night if you prefer. I don’t have any dinner plans then. As for time limits—you can stay the night if you want. We might even have time for breakfast in bed. But I have to be at a meeting by eight thirty. Does any of this work for you?”

“I’ll make it work. I’m a little surprised I get to stay the night.”

“By the time I’m done with you, I doubt you’ll have the strength to crawl out of the hotel. And that way we get to enjoy waking each other up in the morning.”

“Maybe you won’t want to be around me early in the morning. I’m told I can be a bear.”

“Maybe I’m better at waking up a man than your other women are.”

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A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late?

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