NEW SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT! Dave Logan finally gets his book, and so do the men of Deep Six Security

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I know y’all have been wondering what I’ve been working on. TILL DEATH (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes) of course! This is the first book in a new non-cowboy, western romantic suspense series called Logan’s Lonestar Heroes. TILL DEATH, which is Dave Logan’s story, will be released on NOVEMBER 10th, so please be looking for it! Dave Logan also has his own Facebook page where I’ll be posting teasers, excerpts, photos and who knows, Dave might even pop in now and again to ask and answer questions for you. www.facebook.com/loganslonestarheroes

Background info on TILL DEATH:

Dave Logan is in for a rough ride. I’ve paired him up with Susan Whitmore, former Special Agent In Charge of the Dallas FBI.

Susan shows up on Dave’s doorstep at Deep Six Security and tells him it’s his fault she lost her job. She expects him to hire her. Dave knows it’s not his fault she got fired. It was a damned miracle she hadn’t been fired long ago for her infamous mouth. But then she tells him she’s paying her sister’s college tuition at a fancy private college, and doesn’t know how she’ll continue to do that with no job.

His white-knight inclinations kick in, and Dave feels sorry for her. He hires her against his better judgment, but not as an agent. He hires her as his secretary, but only temporarily, until she can find something else.

The question was could she rein in that mouth of hers and get along with his guys to last at Deep Six Security? That would have to be seen, but Dave didn’t hold out much hope.

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Excerpt from Till Death (#1, Logan’s Lonestar Heroes) (c) Becky McGraw, September 2014

“Did you hear? The Barracuda walked out of the Dallas Regional Office yesterday,” Slade said, leaning back in the chair across from Dave Logan’s desk.

Dave only half-listened to him. It looked to him like his friend and second-in-command was settling in for a shoot-the-shit session this afternoon that he just didn’t have time for right now. The email on his computer screen was much more important. It was from a high-powered Dallas attorney who wanted to hire the Deep Six Security Team to find a missing baby.

Well, not missing really. A baby that was undelivered to the wealthy, childless couple who had bought and paid for the child through a designer baby facility. Perfectly legal in today’s age, but the couple had spent nearly half a million dollars for the missing baby, yet they had absolutely no parental rights when the surrogate mother decided to take the baby shortly after birth and run.

Dave was certain the wealthy oilman client of the attorney also didn’t want this to become public anyway. The attorney who was contacting him knew that covert, confidential missions were Dave’s specialty. They had worked together before. But like a persistent fly buzzing around his head, Slade’s casually spoken words buzzed around in his brain for a second then settled. His hand froze on the mouse and he dropped it to spin in his chair to face Slade.

“Did you just say that Susan Whitmore quit the FBI?”

Slade grinned and reached down to scratch between his dog Lola’s ears. “Yep. Turned in her badge and walked right out the front door yesterday morning.”

“What happened?” Dave’s mind whirled with possibilities. The woman was so damned abrasive it was a wonder she hadn’t been fired long before now. He was sure she hadn’t just stepped on toes over there, she probably ground them into the floor under her ugly low-heeled agency-issued shoes. Susan was that damned mouthy. That woman had no filter whatsoever. How she’d gotten into that position as Special Agent In Charge of the FBI Dallas Regional Office at only thirty-years-old he didn’t know.

Yes he did. Despite her youth, her mouth, and shoot-from-the-hip style, Susan Whitmore was hands down the smartest woman he’d ever met. MENSA smart. She’d told him so when they first met, but he thought that was just arrogance talking. Working with her indirectly for the last six years had proven her words though.

Dave had developed a lot of respect for her intelligence, but none for her methods. The woman had zero people skills. She was one of those who didn’t care who she stepped on as long as she came out on top at the end of the game. She’d come very close to stepping on him a few times. Yeah, Dave respected Susan, but he didn’t like her. Not one bit.

Dave knew her men at the bureau felt the same way about her. Thus, the nickname they’d pinned on her. The Barracuda. It fit. Every damned word out of her mouth was sharp enough to slice a grown men into tiny, bite-sized pieces. Susan Whitmore was a man-eater. Her men, hell all men, mostly steered clear of her. But this business wasn’t about liking people, it was about getting the job done, and grudgingly, Dave had to admit she did that. In spades. That led him to wonder again what would have caused her to resign.

Dave might not like her, but he was definitely going to miss having Susan Whitmore as his contact at the bureau. She had always been open to working with outside investigators. Her replacement might not feel the same way. Some of the agents at the bureau resented having to deal with outside contractors. It would take time to establish a relationship with someone new. That could cause delays in the cases he took on from here on out.

Slade shrugged and pushed on the arms of the chair to stand. “I don’t know what went down. Carmen called me as soon as it happened, but she couldn’t talk. The walls over there have ears, so I’m meeting her for a beer at the Underground tonight to get the scoop.” Slade bent to take Lola’s leash, which Dave insisted he keep on her inside the office. Lola liked to sneak into the kitchen for a snack, which often included someone’s lunch they left out on the counter.

Dave spun his chair back toward the computer screen. He tapped his mouse to wake up the monitor. “Let me know what you find out.”

“You should hire her,” Slade said at the doorway.

Dave’s eyes shot back to him, with his eyebrows near his hairline. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Slade shrugged, and grinned. “She has a black belt in martial arts of some kind, and is pretty damned smart.”

Dave laughed. “She’s also a smart ass who would run off every man here, and probably half of my clients. Hell, I’d probably be running for the door too.” He shook his head then looked back at his computer. “I like my team just like it is. I don’t need drama, Slade.”

“But you do need more men, or women, boss man. As much as you hate to admit it, we’re spread too thin right now. It’s only going to get worse.”
“I’ll just slow down on taking new cases,” Dave grumbled, as he opened the next email in his inbox.

“So says the man sitting there staring at yet another case he’s thinking of taking on, right?”

Dave’s face heated and he glanced back at Slade. “I’m just reading my damned emails, and I could do that better if you’d leave me the hell alone.”

“How many are about new cases? How many of those will you turn down?” Slade pressed, probably knowing Dave wasn’t likely to turn down any. It was an addiction fueled by the white-knight complex he’d fought all his life. They both knew it.

Dave’s eyebrows slammed down over his eyes. “I’m not hiring Susan Whitmore. No way, no how. Not in this lifetime.”

“And you’re not hiring your sister when she comes back from the sandbox at Christmas time either, right?”

“No, I’m not hiring Cee Cee either.”

One of Slade’s eyebrows lifted along with the corner of his mouth. “You have something against women working with us?”

“Hell no,” Dave replied with a snort. There were a lot of capable women he’d hire. Just not those two.

“Looks that way,” Slade needled. “How many women have you hired?”
“Are you calling me a sexist?” Dave asked indignantly. He’d about had enough of his friend’s insinuations.

“If the sex fits,” Slade replied with a laugh of his own. “There are a lot of women in the service these days, and I’d serve alongside a lot of them.” Slade stood and had the audacity to wink at Dave. “Or under them.”

“And that’s one more reason I don’t hire women here. One comment like that around a woman would get me a lawsuit I don’t need. You guys are not used to being around polite company.”

“And you are?” Slade rolled his eyes and turned toward the door. “I’ll let you know what I get from Carmen tonight.”

“I’m not sure I want to know what you get from Carmen tonight,” Dave replied with a growl. “Just make sure she doesn’t get anything from you.”

Carmen was Slade’s friend with benefits over at the agency. The curvy brunette seemed to know everything that went on over at that big brick fortress, and had no qualms about spilling her guts to Slade given the right incentive. And his friend gave her that often.

The problem with people like that was they usually carried info both ways. He knew Slade wouldn’t intentionally give up confidential Deep Six information, but pillow talk was a dangerous thing. Slade’s beefy shoulders tensed and he swung back around with his eyebrows pinched together over angry blue eyes.

Dave held up his hands. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” It really was. Dave trusted Slade implicitly, and it was insulting to his friend to indicate otherwise. He had more than proven himself while they served together, and even more during the six years they’d worked together at Deep Six.

Slade’s face relaxed, and Dave continued. “See if she’s heard anything about a designer baby factory working in the area.”

Curiosity quickly replaced Slade’s anger. “Designer baby facility?”

“Yeah, I got an email from an attorney,” Dave said with a nonchalant shrug.

“You got an email and are thinking about taking on another case you mean?” Slade corrected, and the frustration in his voice worked on Dave’s guilt.

Dave knew Deep Six Security was spread too thin, way past thin. But these paying cases were important. The money would definitely be welcome to pay off the new equipment he’d bought earlier in the year. If he turned down paying cases there were no guarantees there would be more there tomorrow to cover those hefty notes. Like his grandfather always told him, they needed to make hay while the sun shone. Keeping them cutting edge wasn’t cheap, and Dex was always coming up with a new gadget the team couldn’t live without. Taking on every paying case would also give them wiggle room to take on the cases they didn’t get paid for as needed.

But he didn’t owe anyone an explanation. Even Slade. Slade was his best friend, but he also worked for Dave. He needed to remember that. Dave was the only one who made the decisions for Deep Six Security. It was his name on those loans, and him who paid Slade and the other men’s generous salaries.

He tilted his chin up a notch, and fisted his hands. “Just ask her.”

Slade sighed, and it sounded like Lola did too. His friend stared at him for a second, before shaking his head and walking out of the office.

Once he was alone, Dave’s shoulders sagged. Slade was right, they definitely needed to hire more men. Dave had interviewed a lot recently, but he just hadn’t found the right ones to hire yet. Maybe he was just being too picky, but no matter how hard up he was, Dave was not just going to hire anyone. He needed to be able to trust every man he hired implicitly. The team needed that too to be effective. From his service in the marines, Dave knew the importance of a cohesive team. One bad apple could reduce the whole cart to splinters.

He’d worked too damned hard to let that happen.

NEW RELEASE! COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way)

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NEW RELEASE by Amazon bestselling author of the Texas Trouble series!

COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way)

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UK – http://tinyurl.com/lvvxypt
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Cowboys are a different breed…
They work hard, play hard and love harder.
It’s all about the ride, until the right woman
makes them fall.

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BLURB:

Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

HOT (18+) EXCERPT from COWGIRL CRAZY…

Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to balance his shot glass about two inches under her navel. Heather always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would spill into her navel, but Ryan put his lower. Her muscles contracted, as the cold glass touched her skin and heat zinged through her as she thought about him licking her up to the glass, before taking the shot.

The amber liquid sloshed in the glass, and he frowned. “No spilling, Twy, or there will be consequences.” His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated almost as large as the blue irises. His breathing came in short spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his throat. The look on his handsome face said he would relish delivering those consequences. “By the time I’m done, I’ll really need that drink.”

A shiver worked itself up her body from her toes, and the glass wobbled. She gasped and contracted her muscles to steady it. Agitation bristled through her. “Why don’t you just have the damned shot then, and get on with this?” That’s what she really wanted.

His hand clamped on her ankle, and he grinned. “Patience is a virtue, darlin’. Slow is not always a bad thing, and I’m about to teach you that, and a lot more.” His voice was heavy with anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his tongue making a trip around his lips.

Her eyes followed it around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex of her thighs. Maybe this is why all those bunnies she saw leaving his trailer were smiling. They must have had the patience he was talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his lovemaking. Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but deciding to try to find the patience he asked her to have. She a huffed a breath then relaxed and uncurled her fists.

What the hell did she know about all this, anyway? She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing. Had done it many times. Too many. “Get on with it, then,” she grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass steady on her lower abdomen.

Ryan’s dark head appeared in her line of vision, and Twyla gasped. His eyes met hers over the plane of her tummy, and were filled with mischief and purpose. His hot breath tickled her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still, Twyla. No spilling.”

He slid his hands, behind her calves, and under her thighs to hold her hands at her sides, then turned his face to plant a wet kiss on her inner thigh. His mouth latched there and he sucked, while his tongue swirled on her skin. Fire zipped up to her core, her muscles contracted, and Twyla whimpered. The glass wobbled and she knew right then she was in big trouble.
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Please also check out the first book in the Cowboy Way series, JUST SHOOT ME!

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You can find JUST SHOOT ME (#1) Cowboy Way here:

Amazon US – https://tinyurl.com/ksunfz6
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00IFEMVHI

HOT EXCERPTS (18+ Only): http://beckymcgraw.com/2014/02/12/just-shoot-me-1-cowboy-way-coming-to-amazon-com-on-21414/

 

 

**NEW RELEASE** COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) IS LIVE on Amazon!

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The newest release in my Cowboy Way series, COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) is LIVE on Amazon.com, and Smashwords.com.

US – http://tinyurl.com/l5ehrou
UK – http://tinyurl.com/lvvxypt
NOOK – Smashwords – http://tinyurl.com/k2lhnpu

Cowboys are a different breed…
They work hard, play hard and love harder.
It’s all about the ride, until the right woman
makes them fall.

You’re invited! 7/21 Facebook Release Party 6 – 9pm CST: http://tinyurl.com/p5koh87

BLURB:

Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

HOT (18+) EXCERPT from COWGIRL CRAZY…

Ignoring her comment, and what had to be her obvious discomfort, Ryan stepped forward, leaned over her to balance his shot glass about two inches under her navel. Heather always put it at the base of her ribcage, so a little would spill into her navel, but Ryan put his lower. Her muscles contracted, as the cold glass touched her skin and heat zinged through her as she thought about him licking her up to the glass, before taking the shot.

The amber liquid sloshed in the glass, and he frowned. “No spilling, Twy, or there will be consequences.” His eyes met hers and his pupils were dilated almost as large as the blue irises. His breathing came in short spurts, and she could see his pulse pounding at the side of his throat. The look on his handsome face said he would relish delivering those consequences. “By the time I’m done, I’ll really need that drink.”

A shiver worked itself up her body from her toes, and the glass wobbled. She gasped and contracted her muscles to steady it. Agitation bristled through her. “Why don’t you just have the damned shot then, and get on with this?” That’s what she really wanted.

His hand clamped on her ankle, and he grinned. “Patience is a virtue, darlin’. Slow is not always a bad thing, and I’m about to teach you that, and a lot more.” His voice was heavy with anticipation, and his sensual threat was punctuated by his tongue making a trip around his lips.

Her eyes followed it around and heat sizzled along her nerves to singe her at the apex of her thighs. Maybe this is why all those bunnies she saw leaving his trailer were smiling. They must have had the patience he was talking about, and liked that Ryan was slow as a turtle in his lovemaking. Twyla wasn’t sold on it yet, but deciding to try to find the patience he asked her to have. She a huffed a breath then relaxed and uncurled her fists.

What the hell did she know about all this, anyway? She was green as grass at this, he knew what he was doing. Had done it many times. Too many. “Get on with it, then,” she grumbled, settling her focus on keeping that shot glass steady on her lower abdomen.

Ryan’s dark head appeared in her line of vision, and Twyla gasped. His eyes met hers over the plane of her tummy, and were filled with mischief and purpose. His hot breath tickled her thighs when he warned, “Keep it still, Twyla. No spilling.”

He slid his hands, behind her calves, and under her thighs to hold her hands at her sides, then turned his face to plant a wet kiss on her inner thigh. His mouth latched there and he sucked, while his tongue swirled on her skin. Fire zipped up to her core, her muscles contracted, and Twyla whimpered. The glass wobbled and she knew right then she was in big trouble.
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Please check out the first book in the Cowboy Way series, JUST SHOOT ME too! You can find it here:

Amazon US – https://tinyurl.com/ksunfz6
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00IFEMVHI

Just Shoot Me – HOT EXCERPTS (18+ Only): http://tinyurl.com/kl923yz

SAVE A HORSE READ A COWBOY! Get your shirt today! Only two days left!

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Hey y’all!  I’ve had lots of people ask me to offer the t-shirts I design for purchase.  Well, here’s your chance.  This is a brand new design that I’ll be having printed to sell at conferences and book signings.   It’s available through a teespring campaign that will expire in just TWO days, so if you like it, please reserve yours today.  Your credit card won’t be charged until the end of the campaign, or if we meet the goal.  WE ONLY NEED NINE MORE SHIRTS sold to meet the goal.

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COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) is coming 7/21! **COVER REVEAL & KINDLE COUNTDOWN SALE**

***COVER REVEAL & KINDLE COUNTDOWN SALE*** Have y’all read the first book in the Cowboy Way series, JUST SHOOT ME (#1, Cowboy Way) yet? If not, book two, COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way) is on the way, so you better hop to it! In anticipation of the new release on 7/21, book one is on a Kindle Countdown deal until the 25th!

Please check it out here:
JUST SHOOT ME (#1, Cowboy Way)

COMING 7/21/14!!  COWGIRL CRAZY (#2, Cowboy Way)

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Cowboys are a different breed…
They work hard, play hard and love harder.
It’s all about the ride, until the right woman
makes them fall.

BLURB:
Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend, Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an overbearing older brother.

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club. When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there shorts.

Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

 

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Exciting news y’all!! What could be better than books enjoyed while sipping an umbrella on the deck of a cruise ship? Maybe meeting the authors who wrote your favorite books, and the models who are on the covers of those books at the same time? I’M GOING ON THE BOOK SPLASH CRUISE sponsored by For the Love of Books and hope you can come! The Royal Caribbean Cruise Line cabin rates are ridiculously cheap. Please check it out and reserve your cabin today!  They only require a cabin deposit and offer payment plans.

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Woo Hoo! I’m Getting Packed for Lori Foster’s RAGT!! Hope to see you in Cincy!

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Woo hoo — getting packed and leaving tomorrow! I’m so excited! Can’t wait to see you all in Cincy! ♥ I’ll be signing on Friday night from 5 – 7pm, if any of you are in the area, and I’ll have fresh-off-the-press copies of Borrowing Trouble with me!  The signing is free and open to the public.

Cincinnati Marriott North
6189 Muhlhauser Rd.
West Chester, OH 45069
(800) 627-7468

Hot New Excerpt – NEW RELEASE! Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble)

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***NEW RELEASE*** BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) is LIVE for one-click on Amazon:
US http://tinyurl.com/nvngatu
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Paperback: http://tinyurl.com/mb2az9a

Excerpt (c) 2014 by Becky McGraw www.facebook.com/beckymcgrawbooks

EXCERPT FROM BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble)

Horrified was the only description he could find for the look on her face.

“No, you wouldn’t,” Carrie whimpered.  Her lower lip wobbled just like
her daughter’s did before she cried.  “Please, don’t.”  She shook her head,
and he thought for sure she’d burst out in tears any minute.  Her beautiful
brown eyes were filled with fear and big as saucers.  “My kids…please.”

Dylan had no intention of sharing her private life with anyone.  He knew
she was embarrassed.  She had to be.  He would be mortified.  And she was right,
he shouldn’t have been digging through her things.  But he wasn’t going to pass
on the opportunity for a little retribution for her flirting with the Aussie in the
truck.   Even though he didn’t think she’d done it on purpose, Zane had definitely
been doing it intentionally, and she had to have known it.  Was probably secretly
flattered by his attention.  At least this might make being near her tolerable too.
And maybe it would help him keep his hands to himself.  For now.

“I won’t tell a soul, sweet cheeks,” he drawled, as he held out the panties
to her.  “But you have to wear these for me, until I tell you to take them off.
If you take them off, or don’t have them set right, I will cluck like a chicken
to anyone who’ll listen.”

She didn’t take them from him, she just stared at them like they would bite her.
“You won’t know if I have them on or not,” she said with a tremble in her voice.

“Oh, I’ll know,” he replied, pushing the button on the remote.  The
panties came alive in his hand, and she whimpered and pinched her knees together.

“No, I can’t,” she said breathlessly.

“You can and you will, or…” Dylan clucked his tongue a few times and her
eyes locked on his mouth.  She growled, then snatched the panties from him,
and Dylan bit back a laugh.  Carrie slammed the bedroom door locked it,
then slid her blue jean shorts down her legs.  She replaced her white lace
panties with the black ones, then stepped back into her shorts, and
buttoned them.  She spun back toward him, with her fists at her sides.

“You are an asshole.”

Dylan smiled, and pushed the button on the remote to see if he could hear the buzz.
He really didn’t want to embarrass her.  Nothing except her wide-eyed gasp, and whimper.

Oh yeah, this was going to be the most fun he’d had in years, he thought.

I’M GOING TO AUTHORS AFTER DARK IN CHARLOTTE, NC Aug. 6 – 10th!!

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Hey y’all — I just signed up to be a featured author at the Authors After Dark conference in Charlotte, NC on August 6 – 10!! If any of you are close, it’s going to be a great conference and signing. The signing is free and open to the public, but it’s a weekend of panels and parties with an all-inclusive ticket (except the hotel if you need to stay onsite)! Lorelei James is going to be there too, and Carly Phillips.  I hope you can come!!  http://www.authorsafterdark.org/

More Texas Trouble is HERE!! BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) is LIVE on Amazon!

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Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) Carrie & Dylan’s story

BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) IS LIVE ON AMAZON!!

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Ready or not, Dylan didn’t leave or back off. His heat surrounded her, as his body crowded her from behind. His fingers brushed her skin as he pushed her hair aside to lean over her shoulder. He stuck his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, then hovered here a moment with his hot breath tickling the shell of her ear. The richer, deeper timber of his voice vibrated through her, as he finally asked, “You like to bake. Is that why you smell like sugar cookies?” Electricity zipped down her spine when his lips touched down briefly on a spot right behind her ear. Carrie shivered and he laughed.

“Or do you just wear the dough behind your ear to tease me, because you know I have a weakness for sugar cookies?” After a final flick of his hot, wet tongue, he moved away. Cool air hit the wet imprint left by his mouth, and Carrie shivered. Her nails curled into her palms, and she sucked in a breath when they scraped her burn. The spatula clattered to the stove, and she sucked the fleshy pad at the side of her palm into her mouth.

Dylan grabbed her hand to inspect it. “Did you burn yourself?” he asked with concern. “We need to take you to the med shack and get Terri to bandage it. I was headed out there when I heard the smoke alarm, but I didn’t see her out there.”

“It’s fine,” Carrie said tugging her hand away. He didn’t let it go. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it slowly as he held her gaze. Carrie licked her lips, tasting the sugar cookies she had to taste test before she put them in the oven. “Um, I, ah…” she stammered, at a loss for words as she stared at the blatant desire in his eyes.

“Do you ride?” he asked suddenly.

Her dazed mind spun trying to process the words. “Since I could walk,” Carrie replied once she wrapped her mind around what he’d asked.

“I have a few days off for my arm to heal. Will you go riding with me this afternoon?

You need to relax a little,” he said with a little smile.

Carrie didn’t know how spending time with this cowboy would lend itself to relaxation. Every time she got within three feet of him, she was wound tighter than she had been in years. Being alone with him, wouldn’t help her put distance between them. But her mouth opened, and “Yes,” fell out, before she could stop it.

She only had two days left here, and she couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel like a desirable woman once more. That’s how he made her feel. Something she hadn’t felt in three years, and wasn’t likely to feel again for a long time after she left this ranch. Dylan made her forget her grief, forget her problems. Carrie knew agreeing to spend time with him was just avoidance. Her problems would still be there when she went back to her parents’ ranch. Right now though, he would help her forget for an afternoon.

“Come out to the barn around two, and I’ll have the horses saddled.”

“I can help,” she offered, and her gaze fell to his shoulder. “You’re hurt. You shouldn’t be saddling anything. Are you sure you’re okay to ride?”

He laughed and his smile broadened. “I could ride with one arm tied behind my back.”

“I’ll ride with you, if you let me saddle the horses then,” she propositioned.

“Deal,” he replied and his deep voice vibrated along her nerve endings. When he leaned toward her, Carrie held her breath. His lips touched hers, lingered for a second, then with a playful little nip to her lower lip, he stood back up and smiled. “You taste like sugar cookies.”

“That’s what the lumps of coal in the trash were,” she replied with an embarrassed laugh.

“Give me some of those beautiful biscuits, and a few of those cupcakes to take back to the bunkhouse with me.” Dylan eyed them over her shoulder. “I’ll make some gravy to go with the biscuits for breakfast.” His tongue made a circuit around his lips, and her eyes were dragged around with it. Heat settled between her legs, and her lips sizzled.

She would give him the whole damned pan if he kissed her again. But he didn’t. He just stood there staring. Waiting. For her to do something. Oh, yeah, ice the cupcakes and wrap up biscuits for him. Heat shot up to her cheeks, and Carrie walked to the refrigerator to get the bowl of icing. She iced the cupcakes, while he leaned against the counter watching her. Moving around him, she brought the bowl to the sink, then opened the cabinet beside it to look for a container. The one she wanted was on the upper shelf, and she couldn’t reach it even on her tip toes. Huffing a frustrated breath, she balanced on her arms, then climbed up on the counter. Sometimes it sucked being short, she thought, as she stood to drag it down from the top shelf. When she turned around to get down Dylan was right there behind her.

He smiled up at her and put his hand at her knee. “I couldn’t help you get it down, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall,” he informed with a shrug.

Carrie eased down to sit on the counter, and he grabbed the container from her to sit it on the counter, before he nudged her knees apart to make a space for his hips. He slid his hands up her thighs to grip her hips, and Carrie’s heart did a leap in her chest. “And I wanted a real kiss. You’re at the perfect height now for that to happen.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth, and he licked his lips again. “Kiss me, Carrie,” he invited, not making a move to kiss her. He just waited, while staring at her mouth, which felt like it was on fire. Carrie licked her own lips, then hesitantly leaned toward him, stopping when her mouth was within millimeters of his to catch her breath, to get her out of control heart to slow down.

“Kiss me, Carrie,” he whispered again.

She put her palms on his bare chest and his heated skin felt like smooth silk under her touch. His warm, musky morning scent enflamed her senses, as she closed the space between them to take a tentative pass over his mouth with hers, then another. That evidently wasn’t enough for him, because his left hand moved up from her hip. He shoved his hand into her hair, cradling her skull to pull her closer, as his mouth devoured hers. He feasted on her lips like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

His were the best she had tasted in a helluva long time, that was for sure. Minty toothpaste, and the sweetness of the man kissing her flooded her senses. Carrie couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands moved to circle his neck and pull him closer still. He was right, this counter was at the perfect height for kissing and so much more.

The inside of her knee brushed the warm skin at his hip, where his pajama pants rode low. Fire shot up the inside of her thigh to her center and she throbbed there in time with her heart. Without conscious thought, Carrie wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to where she needed him. Dylan moaned into her mouth, and his tongue courted hers in time with his hips, as he ground himself into her.

His erection hit her in just the perfect spot, and her breath came in short pants as her pleasure inched up with each stroke. When she couldn’t breathe, she dragged her mouth from his and threw her head back. His lips latched onto the side of her neck and he sucked her there. Carrie moaned loudly, thrusting her hips against him, reaching for the release that was just out of her reach. “Oh, God, Dylan…yes, make me come,” she whispered hotly.

His fingers dug into her right hip, as he continued to suck her neck. “Lord, woman…I want to fuck you right here on Penny’s counter,” he growled into her ear, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

That was the hottest damned thing Carrie had ever heard. The only place she’d ever made love was in the bedroom. Behind closed doors. Most of the time with the kids rattling the doorknob, or yelling for her. Just the naughty image of doing it right here that flickered through her mind, sent her tumbling over the edge.