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Friday, April 11, 2014

BMP Presents- Cowboy Heat Blog Tour & Giveaway!!


Welcome to my stop on the Cowboy Heat Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by Book Monsters Promotions.
Randi Alexander Talks About Her Story, Skin Deep, in the Cowboy Heat Anthology:

 Thanks so much for letting me be your guest today. Have you ever found yourself way out in the country, driving on two-lane highways through towns that barely appear on the map? 

 That’s the spot I pictured when I wrote Skin Deep. It takes place in a tiny town with a hotel and bar way off the main road, where our heroine, Layne, runs away to in an attempt to heal her heart after a bad breakup.

 It’s fate, not coincidence, that she bumps into Kyle, a local rancher who stopped in on his way home from town for just one beer. But it is a coincidence that he’s got a sad story of his own. On the inside, they’re kindred spirits, but on the outside—exact opposites. He’s rugged and rough-hewn, she’s petite and feminine. He’s scarred and reclusive, she’s gorgeous and outgoing.

 What they discover in the hours they spend together at the quiet bar leads them to believe they’ve found what each of them was missing in their lives. Someone who will look deeper than the surface.

 I hope you enjoy the fun excerpt I provided. I loved writing this story, and I appreciate your stopping by today.

 Learn more about all the Cowboy Heat stories at my Website   http://randialexander.com/preview/skin-deep-cowboy-heat-anthology/
Book Blurb of Skin Deep: 
A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface. 

 Layne Starwood drives all the way from Denver to a barely-there town in rural Colorado to drink away her self-pity in a watering hole aptly-named The Wrong Turn Bar. Taking a seat near one of the three customers, she orders a beer and begins her mission. Starting up a conversation with the quiet cowboy hiding in the shadow of his Stetson, she unburdens her sad story on him then is shocked to learn of his tragic history.

 The scar on Kyle’s face mirrors the ache in his heart, and after a long evening of talking, Layne realizes the man is as modest and kind as he is funny. She lets herself indulge in a touch, a kiss, and a wild, hot hour in his arms. Can she convince him to spend the rest of the weekend with her, or are his scars too deep for her to try to heal?

 Excerpt:

 Fifteen minutes before the band was supposed to start, the musicians came in and set up their instruments. Layne glanced around. More than half the booths were filled, waitresses carried drinks and food, and Ben had a woman helping him behind the bar. When had all this happened? She glanced at Kyle.

 He blinked as he looked around. Evidently, they’d been deep in their own little world, and had filtered out everything else. “Be right back.” He headed to the men’s room.

 She watched him this time: his slim hips, long legs and V-shaped torso were everything she’d expected in a real cowboy.

 “Can I buy you a beer?” A young man, dressed for a Saturday night at a honky-tonk, squeezed in between her bar stool and the empty one next to her.

 “No, thank you. I’m leaving in a few minutes.” She turned away.

 “My buddies and I were hoping you’d stay.” He gestured to a pack of five guys all staring at her like she was fresh meat. “Dance with us.”

 “No. Thank you.” She used her firm voice, the one that always sent guys fleeing.

 “Okay, but when you get tired of that old butt face cowboy, we’ll be waitin’ for you.”

 “What?” Her blood pressure spiked. “You know…” She turned to face him. “It’s bullshit like that that makes me hate pretty boys like you.” And he was pretty. “That cowboy is the nicest man I’ve met in a hell of a long time, and for you to judge him on his skin instead of his soul is narrow-minded and ignorant.”

 Pretty Boy looked up, over her head, and with a sinking sensation in her gut, she knew Kyle was back.

 The kid’s cheeks flamed red and he walked away.

 She turned to the cowboy.

 He stood next to his bar stool. “You don’t need to fight my battles.”

 He spoke softly, but she knew he was angry, his bright blue eyes had darkened. Damn, she’d insulted him again. How could she tell him she was fighting her own battles, too? She’d always been the pretty one, the one men asked to dance first, never her girlfriends. Marshall, the jackass, had always commented on how lovely she was, never how smart or funny or interesting.

 She’d had enough of acting like an idiot. As Ben walked by, she gestured to him. “Can you call me a taxi?” She didn’t want to walk in the rain, and who knew what that pack of pretty boys was capable of.

 “Okay. You’re a taxi.” He grinned but shook his head. “We’ve got nothing like that out here, but…”

 “I’ll drive you.” Kyle’s voice sounded too quiet.

 Ben nodded. “I can vouch for him. You’ll be safe with him.”

 She risked a glance at the cowboy.

 He seemed to have drawn back into his quiet zone. Pulling out his wallet, he settled up for all their drinks.

 She didn’t dare insult his manhood again by offering to pay her share, so she worked at finishing her last beer.

 “All right, cowboys and cowgirls!” The band member’s voice came through the sound system. “We’re Lone Trail, and we’re glad to be here tonight.” A smattering of applause and the sound of guitars tuning filled the room. “We’ve got some special occasions tonight.” He held up a piece of paper. “It’s Flo Bauman’s fiftieth birthday today. Where’s Flo?”

 Shouts from the far end of the bar revealed where her party was going strong.

 “Okay, and we’ve got Layne’s bachelorette party. Where’s Layne and the girls?”

 Silence.

 Layne looked at Kyle. His eyes were wide and staring right at her. She grimaced. “So…now might be a good time to leave, don’t you think?”

 His lips twitched in a partial smile as he came around the corner of the bar, holding out his hand.

Edited by Delilah Devlin
Publisher:  Cleis Press
Publication Date: March 18, 2014
ISBN-10: 1627780335
ISBN-13: 978-1627780339
Format: Trade Paperback

Broad Shoulders, Well-Worn Jeans and a Lean-Hipped Swagger

He may ride off into the sunset, but the cowboy in our heart never goes out of style. Even when coated with dust from riding alongside a herd of cattle or up to his knees in mud taming a wild stallion, this stud still generates plenty of Cowboy Heat.

USA Today bestselling author Delilah Devlin takes you back to the ranch with stories of rugged romantics, rough riders, and rope wranglers sure to satisfy your desire for a real man. In “Shall We Dance?,” by Myla Jackson, a waltz teacher learns about rhythm from her rancher student at the Flying M. The rodeo champion in Megan Mitcham’s “Coming Home” discovers that true love might be waiting at the end of the trail. A high school reunion at the honky tonk finds a city girl back in the strong arms of her cowboy crush in Cat Johnson’s “Unfinished Business.” Saddle up!

TABLE OF CONTENTS:
“Mrs. Morgan and the Marshal” by Emma Jay  
A dalliance with the sexy town marshal makes a woman rancher question which she wants most, her independence or him

“Remember” by Mia Hopkins  
A jilted bride saddles up with the blazing-hot cowboy stripper hired for her cancelled bachelorette party

“Cowboy Downtime” by Cheyenne Blue   
Passion ignites at a polocrosse game in the Australian outback—she plays attack, he plays defense, and their sexy wager decides the winner

“Coming Home” by Megan Mitcham    
A busted-up rodeo champion finds the squirt he tormented in youth transformed into a fiery woman challenging him to become the man she deserves

“Her Captured Cowboy” by Layla Chase
A lonely woman, ostracized by Colorado townspeople after years in Indian captivity, takes what she needs from a wandering cowboy

“Back Stage Pass” by Cynthia D’Alba   
A sexy night with a hired escort, who looks exactly like a woman’s favorite country singer, leaves her with a back stage pass and a lot of burning questions

“Unfinished Business” by Cat Johnson  
A class reunion gives one woman a second chance with a sultry cowboy from her past

“At the Mercy of the Cowboy” by Amber Lin   
A new farmhand finds rough living and an even rougher cowboy to soothe away her pain

“Cowboy Adonis” by Michael Bracken   
When a naked cowboy rises from a stock pond, a nature photographer’s assignment gets personal.

“Denim and Lace” by Robie Madison
One woman in a pair of rhinestone heels plus two sexy cowboys equals a highly combustible combination.

“One Track Cowboy” by Delilah Devlin    
After tracking two lost hikers, a park ranger and a local rancher lose themselves to a wild passion.

“Skin Deep” by Randi Alexander   
A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface.

“Drop Two Tears in a Bucket” by Shoshanna Evers    
Alone on her Montana cattle ranch after her husband divorces her, a woman finds satisfaction in the arms of the one cowboy she can’t resist.

“A Cowboy for Delilah” by Sabrina York    
The last thing this independent, high-powered lawyer wants is a cowboy in her life, but one steamy kiss from a sexy rancher burns her resolve to a crisp.

“Shall We Dance?” by Myla Jackson    
When a lonely woman gives private dance lessons to a shy, sexy cowboy, she stumbles on passion worth fighting for.

Buy Links:
Paperback: Cowboy Heat: Western Romance for Women
Amazon AU
Amazon CAN
Amazon UK
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USA Today Bestselling Author Randi Alexander knows a modern woman dreams of an alpha cowboy who takes the reins, and guarantees they’re rode hard and put up satisfied.

Published with Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and self-published, Randi writes smokin’ hot romance with heroes who’ll have you begging to ride off into the sunset with them. When she’s not dreaming of, or writing about, rugged cowboys, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical rock-band.

Forever an adventurous spirit with a naughty imagination, Randi is also family oriented and married to the best guy in the world, her own cowboy, Kick. Give in to the allure of erotic passion, strong but vulnerable heroines, and irresistibly seductive cowboys, as Randi’s emotional love stories sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless with passion.

Saddle up! And prepare yourself for the sexier side of happily ever after.

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 Monday March 31
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 Tuesday April 1
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 Wednesday April 2
Books and Fandom (Spotlight)
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 Saturday April 5
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 Sunday April 6 
KT Book Reviews (Spotlight)

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In The Pages of a Good Book (Spotlight)

Tuesday April 8
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RomanceJunkies.com (Guest Post)

 Wednesday April 9
Tome Tender (Spotlight)

 Thursday April 10
Read More Romance (Guest Post)
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Author Wednesdays-Her Royal Hotness Sabrina York Guest Blog Post

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Happy Wednesday everyone!  Today I have Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York on For Whom The Books Toll. A big warm welcome to you Sabrina. It's time to turn For Whom The Books Toll over, so take it away Sabrina.
Sabrina York’s Making Over Maris…Because Nerds Need Love Too!



Jack Maris made his first appearance in one of my books in my debut novel, Adam’s Obsession. In that offering, he was the surly nerd, bumbling his way through the story, hitting on the heroine and annoying the reader. His second appearance was in the second book of the series, Tristan’s Temptation.


And he hadn’t changed much.

You should have heard the squawk from my critique partners when I announced I was going to write Jack’s 
story. “But he’s a NERD!” they wailed.

And he was. An über-nerd.

And yes, it was a challenge to take this clueless, campy anti-hero and make him into a loveable hunk.

But I’ve always felt there is a hero in each man, and a heroine in each woman, if we but dig deeply enough. It took me a while to get to know Jack a little better. To look past the puerile t-shirts and the sophomoric pick up lines.

What I found there, astounded me.

For one thing, Jack has secrets. Lots of them. Deep and dark. Many did not even appear on the page—for example, exactly why he ran away from home at fifteen. The reason is inferred, but it was far too raw, far too scarring to put into words.

Jack was, however, willing to admit to his secret, long-term crush on Sara Grant. At least to me. He’s been in love with her since high school, ever since she stood up to a bully and saved him from Billy Brandt’s wedgie. But Sara barely knows he exists. At best, she has him locked in the friendzone.

In a flash of brilliance, inspired by a chick flick he would never admit to watching, Jack decides to ask Sara to help him become attractive to women. It’s a ploy. A ploy to spend more time with her and hopefully help her see him as a man.

The experiment works better than either Jack or Sara could have dreamed. Jack is delighted…but Sara is annoyed. Because now, suddenly, other women are looking at Jack.

She suddenly realizes she wants him for herself. And when she learns Jack craves a taste of FemDom, she is delighted to play along.

Their exploration takes them on a journey of lust and love—and a happy ending they both never dreamed could be theirs.

This was a delightful book to write. I fell in love with Jack and Sara, and I hope you feel the same way. The third and final book in the Wired Series, Making Over Maris provides some laughs, some tears and visits from some old friends—all wrapped up in a steamy, sexy story of love and redemption and transformation.

After returning home from Ellora’s Cave Romanticon, a crazy-fun conference for authors and readers, I was delighted to discover that one of the Cavemen I’d met there (and if I am being totally truthfully, posed with in our own cover photo), DeAngelo, the Alpha Caveman, was the model for the cover of this book. For a closer look at this steamy hunk—and who wouldn’t want one?—check out his facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/deangelolabare.

And read on for more of Making Over Maris!

WARNING: This book is a Nerd-to-Hot-Hunk sizzling erotic romance. You will never look the same way at a geek in glasses again.


 Blurb:                   Wired, Book Three
When über-nerd Jack asks Sara to make him more attractive to women, she can’t say no—even though it’s an impossible task. He’s shaggy and doughy and hopelessly inappropriate. He has no style or emotional intelligence but he’s a good person. And a great friend. What Sara never expects? Beneath all that fur and geekiness is a steamy hunk just waiting to emerge.

Jack takes Sara’s regimen very seriously, working out and losing weight until he feels like a new man. He even complies with her command to shave his beard—because Jack didn’t ask Sara to make him over so he would be attractive to other women. He only wants to be attractive to her. They go on a series of fake dates, each hotter and more sinful than the last. It’s not long before Sara discovers Jack’s secret desire to be dominated and what began as an arrangement becomes something amazing—something that could be real.

Inside Scoop: Our hero appreciates Femdom—with the right woman. Our hero doesn’t appreciate perfect strangers grabbing his junk. Ask nicely first, ladies!
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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An Excerpt From: MAKING OVER MARIS
Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


“So… Have you thought about it?” Jack could have kicked himself. He hadn’t intended to burst into her office and blurt it out like that. He’d meant to be suave and slick.

He should have known better.

He’d never been suave and slick.

No. He’d hovered in the vicinity of Sara’s office—after sending Kenny on a meaningless errand—and barged through the door and pounced upon her as soon as Kat left.

“Sit, Jack.”

He plopped into the chair and, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands, laced his fingers.

Sara studied him, dissecting him in that way she had, with her head tipped to the side, wrinkling her button nose. She was so cute when she wrinkled her nose. He forced himself not to wriggle. His cock didn’t listen. Something about her eyes, her lips, her scent, always stirred him.

He shouldn’t have this kind of reaction to her. In the office. Everywhere. But he couldn’t help it. He just did. Always.

When she looked at him like that, when she spoke to him in that clear, commanding voice, it was even worse.

Or better, depending on one’s perspective.

She cleared her throat. “Okay. I’ve thought about it.”

His pulse jerked. “And…?”

She dropped her attention to her blotter and meticulously rearranged several deformed paper clips. His heart pounded a painful tattoo as he waited for her response. “And…” She met his eyes—God, she was gorgeous. “If I do this, we need to have an understanding.”

Relief, or something like it, trickled through him. An understanding was awfully close to an agreement. A promise. “Okay.”

Sara sucked in a breath. “First of all, we need to agree this is an impossible task.”

“Not impossible,” he grumbled. Surely not impossible.

“Okay. Improbable then. My chances of success are…dismal.”

Dismal? Jack’s belly dropped. He fiddled with the wiry hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t like the way this was going. It was depressing that she thought so poorly of him. “Am I that hideous?”

Her eyes widened. A flush rose on her cheeks. “Oh my God, Jack. No. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It sounded that way.”

“Jack…” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Okay. How about this? We have a long way to go. Can we agree on that?”

“Sure.” He knew he was pouting. But he had a damn good excuse. She’d pretty much come out and said making him attractive to women—to her in particular—was a hopeless cause.

“My worry is this. I can teach you all the right things to say and coach you on how to act around women, prescribe a diet and exercise plan and even give you a makeover. But if you don’t listen to me—if you don’t follow the plan—I fail.”

“I’ll listen. I’ll follow the plan.” Hell. He’d follow her anywhere she wanted to lead. If she only knew…

Something fierce stirred in her eyes. “It’s not going to be easy, Jack. I’m gonna work you.” Why he shivered at the tone in her voice, he had no clue. Or maybe he did. “I want you to agree to honor our contract—even if you drop the ball.”

“Of course.” He always kept his promises.

“You swear?”

He put a hand over his heart. “I swear.”

She sat back. The fire in her eyes flickered and sputtered out. “Okay. So next week I’m going back East to spend some time with my mother—”

“How long will you be gone?” Damn. He hated it when she was gone.

Pain flashed across her features; her voice dropped. “She’s…not doing well.”

His heart squeezed and he wanted to say something comforting but couldn’t find any words. Sara’s mother had been in and out of the hospital for a year. They were very close. Each time her mother had a relapse, Sara suffered.

Jack had never had a mother so he couldn’t relate but he imagined having one and losing her would be even harder than never having one at all.

“In the meantime, I’ll put together a plan for you.”

“A…plan?” His mind spun. How on earth was this going to work if she wasn’t even here?

“Yes. And you have to follow it.”

“I will.”

She put her hands flat on the desk and skewered him with a glower. “Religiously, Jack.”

“Okay.” He tried to not wriggle in his seat. He loved it when she got all…adamant. “So you’ll do it?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “I’ll do it.”

Relief cascaded through him. Relief and hope. It was a tiny sprig of hope, but hope was hope. “So when do we begin?”

She gazed at him. Some strange emotion he couldn’t interpret flashed over her features. “Now.”

Oh. God. Excitement and satisfaction and panic surged through him. “Now?”

“Yes. I need to do an assessment. You know. To figure out exactly where we are.”

He swallowed. “An assessment?”

“Of your game.”

“Okay.” He liked games. He scooted to the edge of his seat.

“Let’s pretend I’m a woman—”

“You are a woman.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Be serious, Jack.”

“I am being serious.” He was.

“Let’s pretend I’m a woman you see at a bar. And you’re interested.”

Oh. He was.

“What’s the first thing you do?”

Okay. He could wrap his brain around this. He shifted to the side and pulled out his wallet. Found his trusty cheat sheet and unfolded it and spread it flat on the desk.

“What the hell is that?” She gaped at the rumpled, well-worn paper.
“
It’s my flowchart.” Duh.

Sara blinked. “You have a flowchart for picking up women.” Not a question.

“Naturally.” Didn’t everyone?

“Let me see that.” Before he could stop her she snatched the paper away. Scanned it. “Oh God.”

He knew what she was seeing. He’d studied this flowchart a hundred times. Still, when she read it aloud, he winced.

“Picking Up Chicks.” She grimaced. “Seriously, Jack? That’s what you named it?”

“Yes.” What else would he name it?

“‘Step One. Assess the situation’. Okay. That works. ‘Does she seem cranky?’ Cranky? Seriously, Jack? Cranky?”

He shrugged. “It’s a critical variable.” It was. It was exceedingly difficult to pick up a cranky woman. “Statistically speaking—”

But Sara ignored him. “‘If Yes: Charm her from her bad mood. If No: Proceed with caution.’” Sara sighed and glanced up at him. “Proceed with caution? We’re not wild animals, Jack.”

“You kind of are.” This he muttered. She didn’t hear. Or maybe she did. Maybe she was ignoring him again. She did that.

With a derisive snort, she crumpled up his precious template for seduction and tossed it in the trash.

With a strangled “eep” he dove in after it, dug it out, refolded it and tucked it back into his wallet. It had never worked but it was all he had. He needed it.

She glared at him. And then for some reason she softened. “Women are not an empirical science, Jack.” She gestured to his wallet. “We’re not all alike. There is no ‘one size fits all’ approach to winning someone’s heart.”

Yeah. He got that. “But you need to have a standard operating procedure—”

“No, ya don’t.” She blew out a breath. He loved the way it made her bangs flutter up. “Don’t you see? This kind of thing comes off as cheesy. Planned. Practiced.”

“And that’s…bad?” How could planning and practice be bad?

“Women don’t want to feel like they’re an insect being dissected or analyzed. They don’t want to be one option in a sea of possibilities. They want to be special. They want a guy who responds to them on an instinctual level. A guy who is so interested, he can’t help but be charming. Not a guy who has to be reminded to be seductive—by an SOP.”

He shook his head. This was all so…alien. “I don’t get it.”

She buried her face in her hands. “No. You don’t. That’s the point. Oh Jack, I’m going to need a couple days to think about this.”

His pulse stuttered. “But you already promised…”

“No. I’ll do it. I did promise to do it. I just need to think about how to do it.”

He relaxed. Okay. Okay. Okay. It would be okay. “Thank you, Sara.”

“Yeah.” Her cell phone buzzed and she picked it up to check the screen. Her lips tightened and she set it back down. “No prob.”

Damn. Why did she seem so dispirited? He’d seen the tears on her cheeks when he interrupted her meeting with Kat. He’d hated her tears. Hated even more that he didn’t have any right to wipe them away.

“Sara.” He waited until she met his gaze. “Thank you.”

This meant everything to him. More than she could ever know.

“Sure, Jack. Give me a couple days to think about this.”

“Sure.”

She stared at him for a minute and then said in a very small voice, “You can go now.”

Right. He could go. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to go. He wanted to fold her in his arms and hold her and make whatever was making her sad disappear.

He didn’t have that right either.

And he never would.

But for the next few months, he’d have her attention.

And that would be worth a thousand trips to Paris.


About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion.

Anaward winning author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers, her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

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Books by Sabrina York

Dark Duke (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon

Brigand (Erotic Regency, Ellora’s Cave) —Coming soon




















Thanks again, Sabrina for being here today, I know you're a very busy lady.  I hope everyone enjoyed Sabrina's post, and please stop back again next Wednesday when the fantastic Dalton Diaz will be here.



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