**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:

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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
UK – http://tinyurl.com/pb75qoxFor NOOK on Smashwords: http://tinyurl.com/pvw6jpo
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!!

HOT EXCERPT — 18+ ONLY!!

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.

Hot Damn ~ Trouble arrived early! BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) is LIVE on Amazon.com!

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Coming Soon (Est Rel April/May 2014)! Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) Carrie & Dylan’s story

MORE TROUBLE IS HERE!!  BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) has been released early!!
Texas Trouble is an Amazon bestselling contemporary western romance series with hot cowboys, a dash of suspense and a lot of southern humor.

Amazon:
US – http://tinyurl.com/nvngatu
UK – http://tinyurl.com/pb75qox

Smashwords for NOOK: http://tinyurl.com/pvw6jpo

Cover photo by Ariya Xie of Xie4to

More Trouble Coming Soon! Borrowing Trouble (#12, Texas Trouble) 5/26!

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BORROWING TROUBLE (#12, Texas Trouble) Coming 5/26/14!

Dylan Thomas, a cowboy with a tough childhood, is as settled as the bucking bulls he used to ride for a living. His lifelong mode of operation has been to avoid attachments and only take care of himself, because nobody else was going to. After an almost career-ending injury, he’s been stuck at the R & R Ranch teaching snobby rich guys to ride bulls until he can get back to the rodeo. He’s restless and ready to get back on the road, until a new guest shows up at the ranch. A sad-eyed widow named Carrie Collins who smells like sugar cookies and kisses like an angel. Dylan doesn’t do relationships, but he has a weakness for sugar cookies, and for Carrie Collins.

Worn out widow Carrie Collins is at the end of her rope, and hanging on by a thread. She’s up to her eyeballs in bills, and her two children are out of control. So what does her dead husband’s best friend think is the perfect solution to her problems? A visit to a Texas dude ranch, masquerading as a spa for the rich and famous. Carrie thinks he’s lost his mind, but goes along. When she meets handsome ranch hand, Dylan Thomas, at the ranch she doesn’t think it’s quite so bad an idea after all. Dylan suggests they take a ride to the lake, and Carrie jumps in with both feet. It’s been three years since her husband died, and she figures it’s about time she got back in the saddle of life…and other things.

With his doctor’s release in hand, Dylan has nothing holding him back from reclaiming his former life, except the trouble Carrie’s son Chris has borrowed by getting in with the wrong crowd. When things heat up, and Carrie is in trouble too, does he save the girl or save himself?

Cover photo (c) by Ariya Xie of Xie4to: www.facebook.com/xie4to

Teaser Photos (c) Ariya Xie of Xie4to, 2014: www.facebook.com/xie4to

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