My Sexy Saturday


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 has just been released at and already has a five star review!


As they walked to Cassie’s horse, Clint felt her tug at his arm to stop him. She scanned the starry sky. She seemed to stop breathing for a long moment.

“Damn,” she said in a hushed tone, hugging herself, “we don’t see a sky like that in Chicago. Looks like you could pluck your own personal star.”

“Yeah, it’s fantastic. I never tire of watching Father Sky change hour by hour and season by season. Here, put this on,” he offered, taking his heavy jacket and draping it around her shoulders. “Wyoming evening air can get nippy.”

“Thanks,” she said, shuddering. He watched her breathe deeply. He’d swear she was savoring his scent. Abruptly, she scurried toward Hope’s stall.

Clint lengthened his stride to keep up, painfully aware of her sensuality. While unable to read her thoughts, he sensed the electricity pulsating between them. He’d been attracted to the firebrand since he first saw her rear end sticking out beside her filly as she bent over a hoof. But now he was having second thoughts.

Cassie O’Hanlon had beware of danger written all over her. He doubted she’d had many casual relationships.

If he didn’t watch it, he was going to willingly fall into a snare large enough for any man, and he didn’t even know who’d set the trap. Was it her? Was it him? Was it the universe? This woman wouldn’t be satisfied with just sex. And he certainly needed no emotional entanglements, particularly with a temperamental woman from the big city.


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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6 Responses to “My Sexy Saturday”

  1. Oh gosh! I love that! And he’s a butt man. I have one of those. LOL Wonder if he’s going to get trapped…

    • Thanks, Jessica – yup, trap is on the way 🙂

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  2. I really like his sense of helplessness–of walking into the trap fully aware…

    • Thanks, Serena – even a strong hero feels helpless at times :).

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  3. Just like a man to look at her butt first 🙂 Great excerpt!

    • Thanks, KC – yup, a butt man (well, not exclusively, though).

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