Smoky Mountain Raine by @MadisonSevier ~ and a #Give A Way of Massive Proportions!

The baby is coming!! And we’re at the end of this series. **sobs** But don’t worry. New characters have arrived in this one and their story will be told later this year. It’s tough to say it’s the end, but on to new beginnings ❤ Thank you for following Kallie and Hank as their story grew. I hope I’ve given them the life they deserve.

Well, Smoky Mountain Raine, book three in my Smoky Mountain Escapes series is almost here. Hooray! I know it’s been a long time coming and I hope all of you will like it. **bites nails** You’ll meet new characters and enjoy a bonus peek into their lives at the end of Raine. Hope it’s been worth the wait :) As a token of my appreciation for your patience (2 long years) and adoration (because you ROCK), I’m offering one lucky reader a chance (chosen by Rafflecopter) to receive a $100 GC for being such AWESOME fans. There are only a FEW tasks to do and no major hoops.

First, here’s a bit about Smoky Mountain Raine:

Kallie and Hank are all set and ready to have their baby in a few weeks. However, Hank needs to go on a research trip with their longtime friend and firefighter, Mitch Larke. While Hank is higher up in the mountains with Mitch, the unthinkable happens– A fierce storm with gusty wins reignites the smoldering embers at the Chimney Tops. Kallie is stuck at home alone with no way to escape the fires roaring across the Smokies. Will he and Mitch get away from the Chimney Tops in time? Will Hank make it home to save his wife and unborn child from the fires roaring through their mountain home? It’ll take more than a miracle to save them this time.

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XOXOX,

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#NewRelease! #CanadianMuscle Book 2 ~ Guarding His Anchor #Suspense #ERom @KaceyHammell @EvernightPub

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Good morning readers!

Thanks for having me crash your world today and celebrate my new release, Guarding His Anchor. I had so much fun writing this story. Frank really cracked open my heart and left me breathless.

I hope you enjoy him – and his lady, Charlie – as much as I did writing their story.

Happy reading!

Kacey

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Series: Canadian Muscle (Book 2)

Genre: Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance Final.jpg

W.C.: 57,400
Warning: Includes biting (Odaxelagnia) during sex

ISBN: 978-1-77339-185-4

Release Date: February 21, 2017

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Canadian Muscle …

When Desires Need Protecting.

Charlotte Weber is no stranger to heartbreak. FBI agent Frank Shaw has swept in and out of her life as though she’s a revolving door, stomping on her heart in the process. Now that she’s finally had enough, he’s back again and seems determined to spin her life out of control.

Frank knows Charlie is the anchor for his lost soul, even though he can’t risk settling down. The demons of his past are too great, and he won’t run the risk of hurting her. This time, his only objective should be locating Charlie’s brother, Sean. But Charlie’s a complication, and not just because she refuses to believe Sean is guilty.

As Frank and Charlie fight for what they believe in, they also try to resist their powerful connection. The future is unclear, but when danger surrounds them, they are each other’s only anchor.

 

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2017

Charlie closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Tonight had resolved nothing. She’d tried to let Neal down easy, but everything she’d said had gone over his fucking head. Confusion rioted in her skull, throbbing non-stop.

A shift of movement caught her attention, startling her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, standing tall, on the defense.

Oh, for crying out loud!

All she needed tonight was Frank Shaw in her house, staring at her with anger spitting fire from his eyeballs.

But there he was, eyeing her open collar and cleavage, fists bunched at his sides.

Frustration, sexual and otherwise thanks to him showing up when she least expected, curled around her like molten lava spilling from a volcano.

If he wanted a fight, he’d come to the right place.

“What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house?” she demanded, stomping toward him.

“Calm down. Vikki called, asked me to hang some fucking curtains. She said you were at the bar.”

“Can’t you think up a better excuse than that?”

His eyes roamed over her from head to toe. Damn that spark in his eyes when he gazed at her like that. Anger turned to potent hunger in seconds flat, watching her as if she were the prey and he the hunter … She swallowed hard.

“If I’d known you were home and … busy, I wouldn’t have bothered. Vikki said the back door was open.”

“I’ll talk to her about that.” Charlie sighed, then walked into the kitchen. “Her room is across the hall, last door on the right.”

Undeterred, he followed her. “Hot date, huh?”gahereader

“None of your business.” He was the very last person in the world she wanted to discuss Neal with.

He leaned on the island in the center of the room. “I guess Vikki wasn’t even aware you had a date tonight.”

No doubt Vikki didn’t cared anyway. She was Team Charlie and Frank, and Charlie wouldn’t be surprised if her pal had planned the whole thing. Hang curtains, indeed. At this time of night? Without running it past the owner, her roommate? Charlie suspected Vikki was up to no good.

“Doesn’t matter.” Charlie put the last of the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cloth, and cleaned the counters. “You can do it tomorrow when I’m at work. Good-night.” Focused on one spot, she scrubbed hard, hoping he’d take the suggestion.

“You look beautiful.” His soft comment skimmed along her ear as he moved in behind her.

“Frank, don’t. I just had another guy here, for heaven’s sake.”

“Doesn’t matter. It sure didn’t end the way he thought. I know when you’ve been fucked good and satisfied and when you’re not.”

 

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About the Author:

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Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Blog Tour ~ Renegade by @MadisonSevier

Today, I’d like to share with you all one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors. Renegade by Madison Sevier. I’ve read this book more than a few times and was there during not only the conception, but the writing of this story. I love it and I hope you do, too.

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The Road Is His Future…

Longtime steel hauler, Mason Kaine, a.k.a. Renegade, only needed a few things to be happy–The whisper of his tires on that long ribbon of highway in front of him, money and a life with no complications. Being an Asphalt Cowboy means long, lonely hours on 12604945_793653470778823_5065150037431761422_othe road, dedication to the job and going wherever the loads are needed. Mason liked it that way. Meeting a feisty blonde whose allure is more potent than the finest Kentucky bourbon was not on his itinerary. He knows he should just walk away and leave the woman to deal with whatever mess she’s in. But can he really just leave her alone and injured at a truck stop when he knows she’s in way over her head?

She’s Running From Her Past…

Savannah Somers has been on the run and in hiding for more than four years. Working at a truck stop hundreds of miles from her former life, she’s been able to blend in and stay safe. That is, until two people from the world she left behind and Mason Kaine walk into her new life on the same day. With her past chomping at her heels and Mason Kaine’s scorching sex appeal, Savannah finds herself on a path with twice the danger and more than just her life at risk.

Can Savannah find the safety she’s always needed…in the arms of a man like Renegade?

Will Mason be able to save Savannah without finding himself chained to a lifetime of troubles?

It’ll take more than one hot load to find out if they’ll make it together…for the long haul.

**Asphalt Cowboys Do It With Straps & Chains**

 

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Excerpt: ©Madison Sevier, 2106, All Rights Reserved

 

The silence between them dragged on for what felt like an eternity. She tried to rub away the goosebumps that rose across her arms. Waiting for him to speak, watching the array of emotions that donned his face as he seemed at a complete and total loss for words—made her nauseous. With all of the running she’d done over the years, she’d felt some strange sense of control in the crazy chaos that had become her life. Sitting beside Mason on that supple leather sofa, knowing he had the power to help or hurt her—she’d never felt less in control.

“Is that all? There’s nothing else you want to tell me?” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his legs and folded his hands together.

“Um, no. That’s all.” Her throat was dry, making her words raspy and weak sounding to her own ears. Of course there was more. She wanted more than a ride to Florida. She wanted him. But she couldn’t have him.

Raking his hands through his hair, he stood and turned to face her. “I’m not going to lie. That’s a lot to take in. To be honest, I haven’t been this pissed in a very long time.” The edge to his voice, the darkness in his eyes frightened her and she stiffened her spine, prepared for the worst.

“I’m sorry.”

He slammed his hand on the counter. Savannah flinched at his sudden outburst.

He scooped her up onto her feet. “For what? You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me?” Mason’s fingers dug into her arms, roughly but not painful. “Anyone who does the shit that man did to you and those animals is worse than the shit I’ve scraped off of my boots. Do you have any idea how badly I want to choke the life out of him for what he has done? There are three types of people in this world that I absolutely hate; men who abuse women, men who abuse children and men who abuse animals. They deserve nothing less than a trip to the fiery pits at the center of the earth. If I ever see this Vinny Bennet character, you can bet he’ll be begging for a lot more than mercy. Believe that.”

The fire in his eyes, the passion in his words and the way he held her took over any bit of self-control she possessed. The close quarters, though roomy enough, her chest was pressed to his as she looked up into the eyes of the kind of man she’d always prayed to find; a man who did more than say the right words. She knew Mason was being honest and he meant every word he’d said. He was the polar opposite of every man she’d ever known. He’d seen pain, loss and hardship—she could feel it. Savannah wasn’t sure what had made Mason the man he was, but she was grateful for it.

Before Savannah could stop herself, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. Sweet heaven! The man’s lips were softer than she’d remembered. From the moment he’d first kissed her, she’d longed to feel his lips on hers again. Just as she settled into his embrace, relaxing herself against his rock-hard body and erection, she felt him tense up.

“Darlin’,’ he eased her away from him, holding her at arm’s length, the absence of shared body heat only increased her desire.
“You are the sweetest tastin’ thing I’ve had the pleasure of kissing in a very long time. But I don’t think this is what you want to do. I’m not sure you’re feelin’ up to what I have in store for you if this goes much further.”

“I appreciate your concern and while I admire your restraint—Mason, I don’t need your misguided sense of nobility right now. The only thing I need is to feel your body against mine. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Staring into his eyes, she eased her hands across his solid chest and over his muscular arms. Savannah knew she wouldn’t mind being held by those arms for the rest of her life. Taking his hands in hers, “I’ve spent years being nothing more than a fearful, suspicious woman broken by disappointment and heartache. I need this. I need you.”

Slipping the cotton shirt over her head, removed her jeans and pushed her panties to the floor. Baring herself to him; “Don’t make me beg, Mason. Let go of your morals or integrity or whatever you want to call it. Just make me feel how a woman is supposed to feel—even if it’s only for a little while. You wanna be my hero? Take off your pants.”

 

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Romance author and self-proclaimed Coffee Queen, Madison Sevier, spends her days pressing coffee beans into a magical potion that allows her to bring life to unique and lovable characters in realistic worlds you’ll want to fall into. Against a romantic backdrop of the Ohio River and surrounding hillsides, she creates contemporary and paranormal romance stories that work their way into the hearts of readers worldwide.

Actually, she just lives on coffee, inappropriate thoughts, sass and making stuff up. Whatever that combination creates is what you get.

Some of her favorite hobbies include; extreme coffee research (drinking), mug collecting (for the drinking), hiking, reading, baking, horseback riding and keeping your romance hot and steamy– just the way you like it.

She loves hearing from her readers and meeting new ones, so feel free to contact her at any of the following places…



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Naughty Is The New Nice…

Featured Guest: On A Red Horse by Monica Corwin

My friend Monica Corwin is here with her latest release and it’s on sale! Check it out and read on! You’ll be glad you did. 🙂

On a Red Horse

Scarlet needs a new job, but Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn’t sound good on a resume. Three years ago she followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human lives. But the moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn’t be worth living. Lonely and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could endanger all the riders.

Tyr, god of justice, hunts his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes the rest of eternity.

Even though the Horsemen live on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is awoken by a deity who only has her own interests at heart, they must go on the defensive to keep their homes on Earth and protect the seals. If even one seal opens, it will start a chain reaction that will force the Horsemen to take up their mantles and destroy the new lives they’ve worked so hard to build.

 

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The Road Is His Future… RENEGADE1200

 

Longtime steel hauler, Mason Kaine, a.k.a. Renegade, only needed a few things to be happy–The whisper of his tires on that long ribbon of highway in front of him, money and a life with no complications. Being an Asphalt Cowboy means long, lonely hours on the road, dedication to the job and going wherever the loads are needed. Mason liked it that way. Meeting a feisty blonde whose allure is more potent than the finest Kentucky bourbon was not on his itinerary. He knows he should just walk away and leave the woman to deal with whatever mess she’s in. But can he really just leave her alone and injured at a truck stop when he knows she’s in way over her head?

 

She’s Running From Her Past…

 

Savannah Somers has been on the run and in hiding for more than four years. Working at a truck stop hundreds of miles from her former life, she’s been able to blend in and stay safe. That is, until two people from the world she left behind and Mason Kaine walk into her new life on the same day. With her past chomping at her heels and Mason Kaine’s scorching sex appeal, Savannah finds herself on a path with twice the danger and more than just her life at risk.

 

Can Savannah find the safety she’s always needed…in the arms of a man like Renegade?

 

Will Mason be able to save Savannah without finding himself chained to a lifetime of complications?

 

It’ll take more than one hot load to find out if they’ll make it together…for the long haul.

 

**Asphalt Cowboys Do It With Straps & Chains**

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Now that Renegade has arrived, I think it’s time to share a bit more about it. So, check out this excerpt:

“Where’s your car?” The sound of Suzi’s high heels and squawkin’ like a hen in anger at their backs, made Mason pick up his pace a bit.

 

“It’s in the back lot. But I don’t have my purse or anything. It’s back there.” Savannah thumbed over her shoulder towards the store.

 

Damn. In his efforts to get her out of there, he hadn’t thought about the fact that she might’ve had personal items she’d need to take with her. “Okay. Look, I’m taking you to my truck. I want you to stay inside, lock the doors and don’t open them for anyone except me. Got it?” She nodded. “Good girl. I’m heading back inside to get your things. Is there anything else you need?”

 

“Ya know, you don’t have to do this. I can just wait until they leave and head back in by myself. I don’t want to hold you up. I know you’re a busy guy. And I’m not some damsel in distress. Besides, after the way I spoke to you last night, you’d have every right to just hand me over to them.”

 

Mason couldn’t figure her out. All he knew was that the woman needed a friend. She was a confusing mixture of sadness, courage and feisty strength. If he thought about it too much, he’d have himself convinced that she was perfect.

 

“We all have bad days. I’ve heard worse. Believe me. I’m not leaving you here with them.” Unlocking the door to his Pete, he grabbed the chrome handle and used it to steady himself as he stepped on the first aluminum step and sat her in his seat. “Can you hobble to the back? Or do you need me to help you?”

 

She looked around his cab. “I’ll be fine right here. There’s no need to go back there. Ronnie will know where my things are. Just ask her when you get back in the store.”

 

“Got it. Sit tight.” He saw tears well up in her big, brown eyes and it made him slightly uncomfortable—angry even. He hated it when a woman cried. Mason had never known how to deal with it.

 

As he locked and started closing the door, Savannah put her hand out, stopping the heavy steel. “Mason? I’m sorry about last night and thank you for stepping in tonight. I really appreciate it.” A single tear slid down one of her perfect cheeks.

 

Mason swallowed the lump in his throat. “Don’t mention it. I’d do it for anyone. You’ll be home and away from this in no time.” He shut the door and jogged back into the plaza.

 

“Ronnie,” he found her sweeping up the mess left behind from Savannah’s falls. “I need her purse please. She needs to get home before they can find her again.”

 

Ronnie’s face was pasty white. “She’s in real trouble. Those people are no good.”

 

“Do you know why they were here?”

 

She nodded. “Yeah. She’s gonna run again. She needs to. They were on the phone with that Vinny guy. And then I overheard the manager talking to them. They convinced him they were her brother and sister-in-law from back home. Earl said they needed to know where she lived to protect her from some guy who’s looking for her. Before I could stop him, he gave them her address. You need to beat them over there.” Her lips quivered and tears streamed down her cheeks. “If Vinny gets his hands on her…”

 

“He won’t. Trust me. I’ll get her to her house and have the cops there waiting for us.”

 

“No! No cops. Just get her there so she can get her things and get on the road. You cannot involve the police. Trust me.”

 

“Okay. Fine. I’ll tell her to get in touch with you as soon as she can.”

 

“Thank you. But I know I won’t ever see her again. Tell her I’ll miss her and I love her. Godspeed to the both of you, Mason.”

 

What the hell had that girl gotten herself into? What had he done by getting involved with the ordeal? He certainly didn’t need this shit. He’d get her to her car and wash his hands of the whole thing. He was out.

 

In less than five minutes he was back to the truck with Savannah’s purse in hand. “Time to go, sweetheart. You’ve got to get a move on. Is your ankle any better?”

 

Savannah climbed out of the truck and only winced a bit as she put pressure on it. “Sure. Thanks, Mason. I’ll let you be on your way. Safe travels.”

 

He handed her the small purse and watched as she turned away from him quickly, limping away. Obviously she wasn’t doing any better. Mason ran his hand from his forehead to his chin. If Suzi and Earl were waiting for her at her house, there was no way she’d get away from them. Oh well, it wasn’t really his problem. He had a load to deliver and he needed to get on the road if there was any hope of delivering on time. Reaching for his door handle, Mason saw her stop, favoring her injured ankle and guilt washed over him. Damn it.

 

“Savannah! Wait a minute.” With a few long strides, he was at her side. “You can’t do this alone. They could be waiting for you at your house.” Taking her right arm, he looped it around his neck, propping her up as she gimped along.

 

“What do you mean? They don’t know where I live.” A tremor in her voice gave away how terrified she actually was.

 

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Savannah, your boss told them where you live.” Mason explained everything Ronnie had said and watched as her facial expressions changed from anger to absolute terror. “So you see, you can’t go back there alone. Especially seeing as how you can barely limp along on your own.”

 

Savannah let go of Mason’s neck and leaned against the side of her compact car. “What am I going to do?” She covered her face with her hands, quiet sobs wracking her body and Mason thought he’d lose it right then and there.

 

After a few moments, he spoke. “You’re going to pull yourself together. Crying won’t solve anything. We’re going to your house and we’ll get you all settled in. After that, we need to call the cops and have them send someone over to watch the place so you’ll be safe.”

 

She shook her head vehemently. “No cops. They can’t help. They won’t help. In fact, you can’t even help me. I tried to tell you to let me handle it. This is my problem. You are right about one thing; crying isn’t the answer. They won’t go to my house. They probably gave my address to Vinny. The last I knew, he was in Florida and he hates flying. So, best case scenario, I have a thirty-hour start on him. I’ll pack a bag and catch a plane somewhere before he can even get close. I’ll be okay. Sorry for my little breakdown. It’s been one hell of a week.”

 

If she was going to completely skip town at the drop of a hat and if she’d truly been hiding for this long, Savannah was in real trouble. She might not think Earl and Suzi would go to her home, but Mason wasn’t as confident. Somehow he thought they’d be there waiting, watching—if not something worse.

 

“Give me the keys. I’ll drive you home, take a look around and grab a cab back to my truck if everything checks out. Deal?”

 

“Really, it’s not your concern. I’m a big girl. I’ve gotten through all of it this long on my own.”

 

Her tough side was showing again and he knew another approach was needed if he was going to get her to agree. “Do it for me. For my own peace of mind. I’ll feel better knowing you’re able to get your things together and get away safely. I don’t know everything that’s happened, but I do know that I’d like to know you make it out of here in one piece.”

 

“Fine. Whatever. But you’re wasting your time. What if you’re late delivering wherever you’re on your way to? I’ll feel horrible if this whole ridiculous situation holds you up.”

 

Taking her soft, smooth chin between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger, he gazed into her eyes. “I’ve never been late before. I’m great under pressure. Trust me. I always deliver. No matter what it takes.”

 

They didn’t call him Renegade for nothin’.

Copyright © Madison Sevier2015

A Sneak Peek from Mayson-Dickson by Jocie McKade!

Every so often, I like to feature my pals on my blog. One of my dearest friends is Jocie McKade. I’ve known her for more than ten years and she’s been a very good friend to me. Here’s a snippet from her latest book, Mayson-Dickson!

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The South is on the rise, and the North is on the march in this humorous mystery where Alabama proud Emme Dickson meets Boston born Jackie Mayson. Two women, complete strangers, each summoned by a cryptic letter to Washington, D.C.
In the capital they will discover family secrets, big, weird, bat-crap crazy Mayson Dickson Cover-Web Versionsecrets, tick off numerous government agencies, just miss an assassins bullet and be given new lives sharing the same house, where the only thing preventing another war between the states is the mystery that has become their lives.
On the trail of secrets they discover that together they have a knack for solving murders. Mayson and Dickson Investigations is born over a pitcher of margaritas, one disgusting dead body on the beach, and along a line of division that gets a little twisted.
Investigating family secrets under the guise of being private investigators seems like a good idea until real dead bodies keep dropping on them.
Mayson and Dickson are going to have to rebel against the government agency that stuck them together and unite to discover the truth, right after this next murder investigation.

Available January 11th! 

Here’s an excerpt!!

@Copyright Jocie McKade, 2016

 

Jackie and Emme went completely still as the door downstairs opened.

“What was that you said about being afraid?” Jackie whispered, nudging Emme’s hands off her shoulders. “I can’t shoot them if you don’t let go.”

Together they sneaked down one step at a time.

“Who is it? Can you see them?” Emme tapped her shoulder.

“Shh.” Stopping on the landing where the stairs turned, they spotted the shadow of someone make their way across the kitchen. The light from the refrigerator lit up the corner.

“A hungry burglar?” Emme whispered.

Jackie snapped the safety off, held the gun in perfect form in front of her and took two more steps down, Emme at her elbow.

“Stop right there,” she yelled in the loudest, grittiest voice she could muster.

“Whoa, whoa,” a man came into view, hands in the air. “Shit,” he ducked, jumping behind the kitchen island. “Is that a gun?”

“It is, dirt bag, and she knows how to use it.” Emme’s southern drawl just didn’t have the same powerful effect.

“Will you shut up?” Jackie growled. “We are calling 911.” She nodded to Emme.

Shrugging, she patted her pockets. “It’s in the car,” she whispered.

“You don’t need to do that.” The man stood cautiously. “Don’t shoot. I’m not a burglar. I work for Moe Sheridan. He said to expect two guests here today and asked me to put groceries in the fridge for you.” His hands were still in the air as a smile crossed his face.

“Welcome, I’m Fender.” The man took off his baseball cap, smiling at them. He was about six foot two, slender and had the most amazing ocean blue eyes Jackie had ever seen. His brown hair was a little long and sun-streaked, the back grazing the collar of his t-shirt. “Please, put the gun down. I seriously don’t want to be shot.”

Emme pushed right past Jackie, heading down the stairs, smiling up at the man.

“Howdy, I’m Emme,” she hesitated, “Emme Mayson, and that’s Jackie Dickson.” Was she seriously introducing them to a potential burglar?

“I’m lowering the gun, but I’m not putting it away.” Jackie wanted to make sure the man knew she meant business.

“Gotcha.” He gave her a cautious smile.

“Your name is Fender, Fender what?” Emme asked, sliding her butt onto one of the barstools.

“Just Fender.”

Jackie didn’t like evasive men.

“Like the car part?” She walked behind the bar, gun still in her hand.

“Like the guitar.” He nodded toward the door. “I have more groceries in the Jeep. If you promise not to shoot me, I’ll bring them in.” Not waiting for an answer, he gave Jackie a wink and headed out the door.

“What the hell? Do you always think with your libido?” Jackie ripped into Emme. “’Howdy, partner,’ she mocked her southern drawl, “’we’re Emme and Jackie.’ You don’t know this guy from a tree.”

Emme slipped off the bar stool, walking slowly toward her. “What was your plan? Hold him at gunpoint all night? He knew us, he knew Moe Sheridan and that is not a name you pull out of a hat,” she pointed at the door. “Plus, he had a key.”

Jackie saw the paracord key chain still swinging in the door lock. Damn how she hated Emme right now.

 

About the Author:

The short form.
I live in the boonies of the Midwest USA surrounded by cornfields, Jocie McKade Piccattle and chickens.We have a small farm I lovingly call, Dust Bunny Farm.

I met my husband under the hood of a car.  I love cars and he was a mechanic, you might say we were a match made in RPM heaven. We’ve been married a really long time and have amazing kids that turned out well in spite of us and rarely claim us a parents.

I have an office mascot named Diesel the Wonder Dog, who will “tinkle” at the slightest provocation, but he keeps my feet really warm and helps pick contest winners with encouragement from the snack bag.

I also work as a news editor and scriptwriter. My articles have appeared in Elks Magazine, Family Tree Maker, Dog Fancy, RWA University, RWA Reports, Lake Erie Living, Fate Magazine, Chronicles of the Old West, Family Motor Coach, and others. I’ve also been a stringer for the local newspaper, a graphic designer, and I grow amazing tomatoes.

Find her here: http://www.jociemckade.com/bio.html

Interview with TL Shaffer!

I’ve got TL Shaffer on the blog today. She’s one of my favorite people. I asked her a ton of questions and here’s what she had to say, plus an excerpt from her latest book, Shoot to Thrill!

  1. Describe yourself in three words.  Go-to-gal. Amazon. Passionate.
  1. Cast your book.  Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).

For Arin—Angie Harmon (think Rizzoli & Isles)—she was fab in Law & Order, but in R&I she totally captured my imagination as a take-no-shit character who also happens to be smokin’ hot.

For Jonah—Simon Baker (yum)—I *knew* what I wanted for Jonah, but it took me forever to visualize who it was.  When I watched an old episode of The Mentalist, I just knew I had my Jonah.

(Wendi—pull whatever you want from my Pinterest board https://www.pinterest.com/terrischaefer/shoot-to-thrill/)

 

  1. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

The love scene in The Terminator.  They’re *so* threatened, and when he says he came through time for her—OMG.  Still gets me, even all these years later.  So the love scene becomes that much more powerful.

  1. What’s your wildest fantasy?

Me, hubby, cabana in the Caribbean.  No connectivity.  Just me and him, and no day job to return to.  Ever.  It might seem boring, but we’ve been married almost 25 years, and to me, that’s deserving of the attention J

  1. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Hearing.  I can’t imagine losing my sight or sense of taste or touch, but I’d SO miss my heavy metal cooking hour playlist.

  1. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

Stole a candy bar from the hardware store.  Which my mother promptly discovered, and made my seven year old self take back, pay for, and apologize.  Mortifying.

Boxers or Briefs?  Boxer Briefs.  Oh my.

Top or Bottom?  Bottom – there’s nothing hotter than a fit man flexing above you, showing his strength

Pajamas or nude?  Nude

Hairy chests or smooth?  Lightly furred

Alpha or Beta?  Normal.  Alphas and betas are extreme.  I want someone to love and grow old with, not to throttle J

And if you need, it, here’s some add’l info:

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www.tlschaefer.com/books

http://www.amazon.com/T.L.-Schaefer/e/B002BLOT1W/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1425516290&sr=8-1

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Shoot to Thrill excerpt:  Shoot-to-Thrill-ebook-Full-Size

Since we’d already paid for the suite, and it had the sitting room, I saw no reason to get another room, especially since the chaise would make Summers uncomfortable.  I was getting a mean little charge out of torturing him, which should have made me ashamed, but didn’t.

And dammit if he didn’t seem to mess with my mind just as much.

He walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else.  To say the man had a droolworthy body was one of the greatest understatements of our time.  Lean but nicely muscled, with a six-pack and cut upper body.  His torso tapered down to narrow hips, a butt to truly die for, and long, strong legs.  I’d pictured him naked before, and the almost-there version was even better than my vivid imagination had been.

He sauntered to the chaise and plopped down on it, not even bothering to look my way.  “Bathroom’s free.”

I grabbed my overnight bag, muttering under my breath at myself as I headed in to change.

When I stared at myself in the mirror, I cursed the blush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye.  I’d enjoyed tonight way too much—and now I was sharing a room with one of the finest physical specimens I’d ever seen—and who I was actually starting to like.

As much as I could have stood there all night and dissembled, I had to decide what I was going to do, or not do, about my attraction to Jonah Summers.  No, it didn’t have to be tonight, but scratching that itch would certainly settle me down.  We were both adults, and the sparks that bounced between us weren’t one-sided.

Instead of giving myself a headache thinking about it, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and slipped into an extra long T-shirt.  Let Summers infer what he wanted.

That’s not to say I didn’t sneak a peek as I walked past the chaise, admiring his bare chest from above, where he couldn’t see my ogling.

Then I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door with a resounding click and finished my nightly ritual by lighting a candle for Bianca.