Release Party Day 3: Redneck Romeo by Lorelei James

It's day 3 of Lorelei James release party for REDNECK ROMEO (Rough Riders #15). Today we've got some tidbits to share with you about the book's sexy hero, Dalton McKay.

Ten Tidbits About Dalton McKay

ONE: He's eaten rattlesnake, bear, lizard, and grasshoppers--the last one not by choice thanks to his 3 older brothers who loved to trick him into eating weird stuff or held him down and force fed him

TWO: When Dalton sings…with that deep voice of his he sounds like Trace Adkins

THREE: He's wrecked 3 dirt bikes but no cars

FOUR: Dalton would rather do all ranch work on an ATV than a horse

FIVE: The first song he learned all the words to --Driving My Life Away by Eddie Rabbitt

SIX: The blue heeler dog his brother Luke gave him for his 18th birthday was the best present he ever got

SEVEN: He cheated on a math test in 9th grade and felt so guilty he spent the summer relearning everything he'd missed during the school year

EIGHT: His favorite fruit are plums

NINE: Dalton hates wearing pajamas

TEN: Someday he'd like to create a piece of art using his chainsaw

REDNECK ROMEO

Rough Riders #15

Lorelei James

Samhain Publishing 

June 18, 2013

The last McKay standing is knocked to his knees…

Three years ago, Dalton McKay looked across the altar and saw the woman he knew he’d love for the rest of his life…only it wasn’t his bride. That’s when he took the McKays’ love-’em-and-leave-’em reputation to new heights—fleeing the ceremony and Wyoming.

Now a family issue has brought Dalton back to Sundance, giving him a chance to prove to everyone—especially the woman he thought he lost—that he’s a changed man.

Aurora “Rory” Wetzler has fallen for cowboy hottie Dalton’s smooth-talkin’ ways too many times. So he’s determined to convince her he’s playing for keeps this go around? Fine. She’ll call that bluff—she can’t ignore their intense chemistry or resist smokin’ hot sex, but she’s not willing to gamble her heart again.

Dalton has plenty of fences to mend with the McKays, but his biggest fear is that Rory doesn’t believe they have a future. He’ll have to pull out all the stops to show her they belong together for the long haul.

Warning: Contains a sexy cowboy who tames his sassy lady love with his romantic and his kinky side. In explicit detail.

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When I'm not squirreled away behind my laptop writing fun, sexy, contemporary erotic romances set in the modern day Wild West, I can be found reading everything under the sun, practicing yoga until I’m a pretzel, shootin' my .22, watching the Professional Bull Riders tour on Versus, and running a kid's taxi service, all in the guise of avoiding housework and rustling' up vittles.

Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I'm a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I'm not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.

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Blogoversary Party: Sons of Wrath + Giveaway

This post is a HUGE favor that I have to ask Keri. I've been begging her for the longest time to set me up on a date with one of her Sons of Wrath, Gavin, and finally she fulfilled my book fantasy. 

This has gotta be the best date ever!

Blogoversary Bash at Sanctuary

Gavin smoothed his jaw as he exited the elevator to the main floor of Sanctuary. The five-story casino, owned by all seven Wrath brothers, always boasted a clusterfuck crowd any day of the week. This particular throng of patrons spread out before him was different though. 

Louder. 

Mostly human. 

A wave of energy passed over him and hastened his pulse. He took a deep breath and weaved through bodies moving in the same beat as the music. 

Humans always brought some level of anxiety, particularly a female crowd. 

For the most part, supes followed a universal code: stay below the radar. Adding human females to the mix though made for an unpredictable night. Depending on the species, the smell of human flesh could send some supes into a frenzy and hell if Gavin needed any of that tonight.

Still, he’d agreed to do it, mostly because the females of Talk Supe—bloggers of all things paranormal—had always been privy to the existence of demons and other supernatural species anyway. And since they’d recently given him some vital information he needed to track down a supe on behalf of a client, Gavin felt compelled to make an exception to his usual rule of never intentionally bringing humans and supes together under the same roof. 

Gavin finally found what he’d been looking for in the crowd, leaning into the bar as she chatted with Pat, the bartender. The long black dress with a mid-thigh split that revealed the soft bronze tone of her legs had Gavin’s tongue twitching. 

“Having a good time?” He strode up beside her.

“Yes.” She flashed a perfect smile, turning toward him. “Thanks for hosting our blogoversary bash tonight.” 

“My pleasure.” Gavin lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. 

“Oh shit!” The voice from behind, followed by a punch to Gavin’s shoulder had him rolling his eyes. “Who’s the hottie with the killer body?” Zeke sidled up to the female, gave her a once-over and licked his lips.

“Her name is Braine, thereby making her a bit out of your league, brother.” Gavin sneered.

“You kidding me?” He shot her a wink. “Smart girls make the best pets for teacher.”

Gavin huffed and pushed his brother back a step. “Go, mingle. Get the fuck out of here before you say something stupid.”

Braine chuckled. “S’okay. I know he’s harmless.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“I was just asking Pat what’s g—” 

A streak of gray whipped past Gavin, brunt force to his jaw, knocking his head to the side. Pain exploded behind his eyeballs and he double-blinked, the bar slowly coming into focus. He looked back.

Braine was gone.

Spinning on his heel, Gavin bolted through the crowd, following behind what he could now see—a Vitiusz demon carrying Braine over its shoulder as it zipped past humans who seemed unaware. Gavin’s stomach lurched at the sight. No doubt the bastard would be looking for a place to mate and feed. 

For some demon species, humans were something like exquisite caviar. 

Through a hallway and a door connected to a stairwell, the beast darted, Braine punching at its back all the while. 

“I’ll cut him off from outside!” Britus, head of security, called from behind.

“How the fuck did he get in here?” Gavin split from Britus and kept his sights on the gray tone of beast’s skin, blending in with the stone walls of the stairwell as he descended toward the lower level.

Damn thing about supes: though some species were known to be aggressive, others, just a case of rotten apples. Anything from liquor, the scent of humans, or screwy barometric pressure could set the bastards off. 

Gavin pounded faster as the demon plowed into the basement door. He jumped the railing, and hit the landing below before it closed.

One heave against the panel, and Gavin followed behind, slowed his pace and looked around. Gone. A curtain of humidity hit his face as he stalked from the shadows.

“Motherfucker, I don’t think so!” Braine’s voice thundered in the silence and the echo of a smack had Gavin following after the sound. 

A growl rumbled and bounced off the walls.

Gavin rounded the boiler to find Braine pinned to the wall as the beast dragged a finger up her exposed thigh. The rebellious scowl on her face would’ve brought a smile to Gavin’s if she hadn’t been about two seconds from body violations.

Her eyes met Gavin’s as he crept up from behind giving the shhhhh signal, and diverted back to the beast, the furrow in her brow deepening. 

The demon leaned in, presumably for a kiss and she turned her cheek to him. “Know what, asshole?” 

A swift kick to his nuts and a miserable groan of the beast answered back as he bent forward, still clasping her hands. 

“I don’t kiss on the first date.”

The demon drew back his fist and Gavin dashed forward, caught it, twisting the beast’s arm until he finally released Braine and spun to face him. Ugly bastard. Mangled teeth made him look like an inbred mutation from a horror flick. Bulging, black eyeballs narrowed on Gavin and a fist appeared in his periphery.

Gavin ducked, pulled his dagger, led with his right hand and cleaved a deep chasm across the demon’s stomach, spilling thick, red blood. A fist barreled into Gavin’s chest, knotted his muscles and knocked the wind from him, kicking him back a step. Pain pierced his shoulder as the beast bit into his flesh.

“Motherf—” Gavin grabbed hold of the demon’s throat and squeezed it’s gullet until the teeth dislodged.

Braine hopped on the beast’s back, her fingers digging into its cheeks and eyes as she clawed its face. 

The demon swung around, grappling with her over its shoulder, her dress flowing behind him like a cape. “Bitch!” Fury bled into his gravelly voice. With Braine still clinging to his back, the demon slammed himself back into the wall, issuing a quiet grunt from the female.

Braine fell from his back, clutching her shoulder. 

Gavin straightened and drove into his midsection, knocking the beast into the wall, just missing Braine by a few inches. A cloud of dust burst into the air and chunks of stone crumbled to the ground.

“That’s not how you treat a lady, shithead.” Gavin hammered his fist into the deformed face, sprays of blood splashing back against his cheek until the beast finally slumped to the floor.

“I got it, boss.” 

Gavin stepped to the side as Britus approached from behind and yanked the fallen demon up by his shirt. 

Britus held the beast against the wall as he struggled in the security guard’s grasp. Purple bruises, like plums, punched through the demon’s gray skin as blood seeped from cuts to the eyes, nose and lip. 

“I’ll take care of this,” Britus said over his shoulder. 

After wiping his face with the kerchief, Gavin straightened his collar and cleared his throat. “Start with the asshole’s teeth.” He offered a hand to Braine and lifted her up, brushing the dirt from her dress. “You okay?”

Braine nodded, ran a hand through her hair and blew out a breath. “That was exciting.”

“Ready for that drink?”

“Hell yes.”

“Happy blogoversary, babe.” Gavin pulled her into his chest and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. She writes paranormal romance, urban fantasy and loves a good, tragic love story. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction whenever distraction manages to suck her in to the Land of Shiny Things. 

When she isn’t toiling away on plots and protagonists, she enjoys reading, music and travel. If she could create mystical powers for herself, she’d have the ability to flash to anywhere in the world. And if she could flash to anywhere in the world at this very moment, she’d be staring at the ocean from her adirondack chair on the shores of North Carolina.

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Sons of Wrath Cover Model Contest

One of our beloved Suped-up author, Keri Lake, is here today to share with you the deets of her cover model contest! 

Read up and drool... I mean VOTE! for your favorite male specimen in the line-up.

How often do you get to pick the cover model for a book?

Now’s your chance. 

From a pool of over 200 candidates, I’ve narrowed down a small group of finalists possessing the best attributes for Logan–the dark and dangerous leading male in the next installment of my Sons of Wrath series. These guys not only have a smokin’ hot bod, they’ve got the gorgeous face to go along with it.

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By doing so, you’ll not only exercise the power to choose my next cover model, you’ll also be included in the acknowledgments of my book on a special ‘Contributors’ page AND you’ll score a VIP pass to nab book 2 before it goes on sale!Bring a friend to vote and you’ll increase your chances of winning one of two $50 Amazon gift cards that I’m giving away in celebration of this event! The more friends you bring to the party, the better your odds of winning! 

I’m also randomly giving away Sons of Wrath t-shirts and other swag to those who leave a comment!

BOOK 2 IS GOING TO BE AS HOT AS THE COVER MODEL YOU CHOOSE!

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• I have a background in infectious diseases (microbiology) with about 8 years in health care where I’ve assisted in the planning of bioterrorism and pandemic response.

• I have a secret place in the world, a small beach on the east coast, where my family has vacationed since I was a teenager. Many stories have been plotted there.

• I’m from a family of entrepreneurs. My brother, though he’s younger, is my role model. He’s co-founder of Mango Languages and is a great source of encouragement for my writing.

• Every member of my immediate family possesses some form of creative ability, whether its music, art, photography or writing. This has trickled down to my daughters as well.

• When I headed off to college, I was supposed to room with my best friend, Daniele. In a last minute decision, she opted for another college, and I ended up going in blind. My roommate, a wild and crazy blonde, named Diana (Dee), whose best friend from high school decided to switch majors (and therefore Dee went in blind as well), not only introduced me to my wonderful husband, but remains my best friend in the whole world after ALL these years.

Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. She writes paranormal romance, urban fantasy and loves a good, tragic love story. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction whenever distraction manages to suck her in to the Land of Shiny Things. 

When she isn’t toiling away on plots and protagonists, she enjoys reading, music and travel. If she could create mystical powers for herself, she’d have the ability to flash to anywhere in the world. And if she could flash to anywhere in the world at this very moment, she’d be staring at the ocean from her adirondack chair on the shores of North Carolina.

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Release Day Launch: Blessed Fate by H.B. Heinzer

Hello Supies! We've got another great book to share with you today and this one has rock stars! BLESSED FATE, book two in H.B. Heinzer's Blessed Tragedy series hits ebook stores today. Make sure you check out it. Also, H.B. has a great giveaway where you have a chance to win a signed copy of Blessed Tragery and Blessed Fate.

 

 

BLESSED FATE

Blessed Tragedy

H.B. Heinzer

July 18, 2013

 

Colton Bradford never believed in love at first sight. And then, Rain Maxwell walked through his buddy's front door. He knew there was something special underneath the shy, guarded exterior and was determined to find out what it was.

The problem? Rain had devised her own set of life rules and “Never get involved with a band mate” was right near the top of that list. She allowed Colton into her heart as one of her closest friends, but pushed him away at the mention of anything more.

When tragedy strikes Rain's personal life, Colton is determined to be there for her in whatever way she'll allow. Will she finally open up to him and consider taking things to the next level? Will Colton's ways of trying to bury his feelings for Rain in the past ruin the possibility of a future for them?

 

 

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With the exception of three years in Nebraska, H.B. Is a Wisconsin girl through and through. She lives with her husband, two kids and roommate (also known as the “bonus parent”) in the middle of nowhere but close enough to civilization to maintain a shred of sanity.

She credits her father introducing her to an APAzine in the mid-90s for her love of writing. Bent, her debut novel, was a NaNoWriMo challenge to write 50,000 words in one month. After years of attempting and failing, she finally got through it and this is the result!

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June 17: Lovin Los Libros AND Brianna Lee Reviews
June 18: RELEASE DAY LAUNCH
June 19: The Book CellarX
June 20: Tanya’s Book Nook
June 21: Globug and Hootie Need a Book
June 22: A Good Addiction
June 23: Rose Caceres
June 24: BookCrush AND TalkSupe
June 25: Shhh Mom’s Reading AND Reviews by Tammy & Kim
June 26: Hesperia Loves Books AND Peace Love Books
June 27: Romancing Rakes AND Sizzle & Swoon
June 28: The Book Enthusiast AND Book LaLaLand

June 29: Lori’s Book Blog AND Two Tall Tales
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Release Party: Redneck Romeo by Lorelei James - Day 2

It's day 2 of Lorelei James release party for REDNECK ROMEO (Rough Riders #15). Today we have an excerpt to share with you from Lorelei's latest release. Make sure you check it out because it's a good one! And remember, REDNECK ROMEO is available today!

REDNECK ROMEO

Rough Riders Book #15

Copyright © 2013 Lorelei James 

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication 

Bang bang bang. “Dalton! Come on man, open up. I know you’re in there.” 

Dalton cracked one eyelid and cast a bleary eye at the alarm clock. Seven a.m. He yanked the quilt over his head and mumbled “f*** off” to Boden Hicks, the idiot beating on his door. 

“McKay. I’m not f***ing around. This is an emergency.” 

That hauled Dalton’s ass out of bed. He unlatched the old-fashioned bolt and opened the door. “What’s the emergency?” 

Boden hustled inside but a gust of snow followed before he slammed the heavy oak door shut. He stamped his feet. “Damn snowstorm came from out of nowhere.” 

“You better not have tricked me out of bed to complain about the goddamned weather.” 

Boden shuffled over to the woodstove to warm himself, but it’d been a good ten hours since Dalton had loaded it up. “It’s like a damn freezer in here.” 

“That’s because I was sleeping. In my own bed, after roughing it on an elk hunt, remember?” 

“Yeah, I remember. I’m just glad the hunting party made it out before this storm hit.” Boden unzipped his parka and pulled out Dalton’s cell phone, still attached to the wall charger. “Normally I could give a crap if you stay in bed a week after a hunt, but you left your phone charging at the lodge last night. The thing’s been buzzing like crazy. When I unplugged it, I noticed you’ve got twenty-seven missed calls. So it’s gotta be something important.” 

Dalton’s stomach knotted. Since he had little to no cell service in the mountains, he forgot he even had a cell phone most of the time. Few people had his number—just his brothers, his mother, his cousin Sierra McKay, his accountant, his banker and his investment guys. 

“Gimme that.” Dalton scrolled through the missed calls. Twelve from Brandt, twelve from Tell, three from Sierra. 

Had to be bad news if his family had reached out to him. 

The family he hadn’t seen in three years. 

“What’s going on?” 

He glanced up at Boden. “No clue. I haven’t bothered to set up my voice mail on this phone so I’ll have to call to find out.” 

Boden sighed. “Speaking of…I wanted to make sure your two-way is charged. Since you have an issue with technology that allows people to get in touch with you.” 

“It’s charged. I laid in a store of food before the huntin’ trip so I can ride out the storm.” 

“Good. We’re supposed to get a foot of snow today and maybe more tonight.” Boden crouched in front of the woodstove and chucked kindling in the cold embers before setting the torch to the pile. “Might be a couple days before you can get out, if you need to go home.” 

Home. It didn’t have the same connotation it once did. When it was all he’d known. “I’ll let you know what’s goin’ on as soon as I know.” 

Boden piled several small logs in the black box before he stood. “You worried?” 

Dalton shrugged. 

But Boden didn’t buy his act; he never had, which was why they’d become such good friends. “You want me to stick around?” 

“Nah. I’ll put on a pot of coffee before I call my brother.” He smirked. “Get on back to the lodge. Bree would jam my nuts in a vise if you got snowed in with me instead of with her.” 

“Your nuts ain’t ever gonna be anywhere near my wife’s hands, McKay.” 

He laughed. “I know your kink doesn’t extend to sharing.” 

“Damn straight.” Boden zipped up his parka and slipped on his gloves. “You need anything, buzz us. If we don’t answer right away—” 

“I’ll assume you’re tied up. Or rather, you’re tying Bree up.” 

As soon as Boden left, Dalton started coffee. Then he stripped off his long johns and took a cold shower. That ensured he’d be fully awake. 

The main room of the three-room cabin had warmed up by the time he’d dressed. After downing two cups of coffee, Dalton stood by the window in the kitchen and called Brandt. 

His oldest brother answered on the fourth ring. “’Bout damn time, Dalton. Where the hell have you been that you can’t return a phone call?” 

No doubt Brandt thought he was f***ing off someplace. Little did he know how tiring it was leading a ten-day hunting party into the mountains. But Dalton no longer explained his life choices to anyone. “What’s goin’ on? I had twenty-four missed calls in the last twelve hours.” No one knew Sierra had his number. His brothers would be pissed if they knew Dalton kept in better contact with Sierra than with them. 

“Dad had a stroke.” 

Silence. Finally Dalton asked, “Is he okay?” 

“He’s alive, if that’s what you mean. He’s havin’ difficulties talkin’. They’re not sure if it’s permanent. They’re not too sure of anything at this point. So we—me’n Tell—are asking you to come home.” 

Dalton closed his eyes. He didn’t want to play nursemaid to the man who’d made his life hell. Especially not after the last conversation they’d had, which was the biggest reason Dalton had left Sundance for good—not that he’d told his brothers or anyone else about what’d gone down. “I don’t know if I can.” 

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Brandt demanded. 

“Why do you want me there?” 

“Hey, bro. Brandt put you on speaker phone,” Tell said. “Look, we need you to help us make some decisions about Dad’s care.” 

Dalton let his forehead rest against the frosted windowpane. 

“We haven’t seen you in over three years. It sucks that something like this had to happen for you to even consider comin’ home. But we do need you here.” 

He pictured his brothers, Tell leaning against the window in the cab of Brandt’s truck, his restless fingers tapping on his leg. Brandt seated behind the steering wheel, his posture stiff, arms crossed over his chest. 

“When did this happen?” Dalton asked. 

“Brandt got a call from the hospital in Spearfish yesterday morning. They wouldn’t let us see him until late afternoon. Soon as we had some information, we tried calling you.” Tell paused. “You ain’t gotten any better at returning calls.” 

“But I did return it. Not fast enough for you?” he asked sharply. Jesus. Within two minutes of talking to his brothers he’d reverted to the defensive guy he’d left behind. He exhaled slowly. “Sorry. Cell service here is spotty.” 

“Where are you?” 

Don’t feel guilty they don’t know. “Alder, Montana. We’re in the midst of a blizzard so it might be a couple days before I can make it out of the mountains.” 

Silence. 

“Has the doctor given you a time frame on how long he’ll be in the hospital?” 

“No,” Brandt said. “But when Dad is discharged, it’ll be to the rehab wing in a nursing home.” 

That oughta make Casper even more the patient from hell. “Sounds like it won’t matter then if I’m not there for a couple of days. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.” 

“Sure. Will you be staying with one of us?” Tell asked. 

“Nah. I’ve got it covered. Thanks though.” 

Neither of his brothers asked where he’d be bunking down, although he sensed they wanted to. 

“Okay, then. I guess we’ll see you when we see you.” 

“Yep. Later.” Dalton hung up. 

He stared out the window for the longest time, even though he couldn’t see sh** through the swirling snow. 

But this storm wasn’t anything compared to the one he faced in Sundance. 

The blizzard lasted two days. On the morning of the third day Dalton packed up his stuff, closed up his cabin and headed down the mountain. 

Once he had a clear cell signal, he gave Brandt a heads up he was on his way. Brandt said they’d moved Casper to the rehab wing and to meet them there. 

Then he placed a call to Sierra. 

She answered with, “I swear every time I call you and I don’t hear back I live in mortal fear that you’ve disconnected from the world completely and you’re out in the forest running naked with woodchucks and sh**.” 

“Not hardly. I returned the calls in order of importance.” 

“So you’ve talked to your brothers?” 

“Yeah. I’m on my way to Wyoming right now.” 

“They giving you grief about…well, everything?” 

“They both knew it wouldn’t take much for me to refuse to come back.” He flipped on the defroster. “How’d you find out about Casper’s stroke?” 

“Keely. I knew your brothers would get a hold of you first, so my call isn’t about your father.” 

“Then why did you call?” Dalton heard her take a deep breath and he went on full alert. 

In a rush, Sierra said, “You’ve got to promise me that you won’t get mad at me for what I’m about to tell you.” 

“No conversation ever ends well that starts that way.” 

“True, but I want you to remember I was only following your parameters. And I kinda hoped someone else would tell you about this, so I didn’t have to. But then, you’d have to actually talk to someone who lives there, and we both know that’s a rarity, so I guess it falls to me.” 

“You been drinkin’? ’Cause you ain’t making a lick of sense. Quit dancing around the subject, college girl, and spill it.” 

“Rory is back in Sundance and working for Wyoming Natural Resource Council.” 

Everything switched into slow motion. Dalton couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He had to pull onto the shoulder so he didn’t wreck his truck. 

“Dalton?” 

“You said Rory is livin’ in Sundance.” 

“Yes.” 

“With her fiancé?” 

“No. She, ah, broke off the engagement.” 

“When?” 

“Six months ago.” 

This was not happening. Sierra had not kept this information from him about Rory for half a goddamned year. 

“Dalton. I know your head is about to explode—” 

“Jesus, Sierra, do you f***ing think? Why are you just telling me this now?” he roared. “Do you have any f***ing idea—” 

“That you’ve been holed up in the middle of freakin’ nowhere moping because Rory got engaged to someone else? Why yes, I was completely aware of that little factoid, cuz.” 

Silence. 

“Besides, you were doing your lumberjack gig and completely off the grid when Rory ended the engagement. I’ll remind you of your zero tolerance policy—me not talking about Rory or sharing information about Rory’s life was your edict, Dalton. I was just following your parameters. And now the parameters have changed.” 

“Seriously not f***ing amused. Will you just get to the point?” 

“I really have to point out that you and Rory will actually be in the same place for the first time in over three years?” 

“Three years? Try ten years since she’s lived there. I’da been in Sundance six months ago if I’d known she was there without some other asshole’s ring on her finger,” he snarled. 

“Whoa. Take a step back, wolverine. I’m telling you now because maybe you’re smart enough to handle it the right way this time.” 

“This time?” Dalton repeated sharply. “Don’t make this out to be my fault. I offered her—” 

“Don’t snap at me or interrupt me again or I will hang up, understand?” 

“Yeah, yeah, keep talkin’.” 

“Rory is my sister. You’re my business partner and one of the few people I trust. I hate that I’m pulled between you two. It’s time you manned up, Dalton. And don’t remind me that you did that once three years ago after you walked out on your own wedding. Even you can admit it was piss poor timing on your part.” 

“But that bad timing didn’t stop her from giving me an edict, did it?” 

“Like I’ve told you ten thousand times, that wasn’t an edict. Two years was a time line for Rory to finish grad school and a frame of reference for you to understand how important that was to her. You shouldn’t have taken it as gospel.” 

“Then she shouldn’t have given me false hope.” 

“Then you shouldn’t have turned tail and run again,” Sierra retorted. “Especially after you gave her false hope that things might finally change between you two.” 

Like he needed that reminder. “Does she know about Casper?” 

“Doubtful. She’s been out of town and she stays out of McKay gossip completely.” 

Then Rory wouldn’t suspect Dalton was on his way back to Sundance. The element of surprise might work in his favor. “What’s the best way to approach her?” 

“She bartends at the Twin Pines on the side. She’s working tonight. Anything else I can do for you besides making your day with this news?” Sierra asked sweetly. 

Making his day? Hell, she’d made his life, because now he had a shot at getting the life he wanted. “Where are the keys for the house in town?” 

A pause. Then, “Why?” 

“I need a place to stay.” 

Sierra heaved a put-upon sigh. “They’re under the back deck on a key hook. But there are two conditions before I’ll let you stay there. First, you don’t tell anyone I own it. No one.” 

“Deal. And FYI, that’s why we have a silent partnership.” He’d supplied Sierra with some capital to start her own business last year and he also wanted it kept on the down low. “What’s the second condition?” 

“I need a handyman to do some things. Okay, a lot of things. You’re handy, you’re there and voila—you’re selected. I’ll FedEx my repair list today but anything else you see that needs fixed just go ahead.” 

“I’ll do it but I want to be reimbursed once a week for whatever I buy. You don’t get to pull that sixty day wait for payment bull crap like you money people usually do.” 

She laughed. “That’s how we become money people. We hold on to money as long as possible. Be warned, some of what needs done will be major costs.” 

“I ain’t a carpet installer,” he warned. “Nor will I put in windows.” 

Sierra sighed again. “You are a handy handyman, right?” 

“Guess you’ll have to trust me, huh?” 

“I’ll be keeping tabs on you.” Another pause. “I’m sorry about your dad. If you need to talk about anything—except for Rory—call me.” 

By the time Dalton crossed into Crook County hours later, he had a plan in place. 

Patience. Perseverance. He would not blow this chance. 

Rory Wetzler was his. His. She always had been, she always would be. 

And he’d do whatever it took to prove it.

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Rough Riders #15

Lorelei James

Samhain Publishing 

June 18, 2013

The last McKay standing is knocked to his knees…

Three years ago, Dalton McKay looked across the altar and saw the woman he knew he’d love for the rest of his life…only it wasn’t his bride. That’s when he took the McKays’ love-’em-and-leave-’em reputation to new heights—fleeing the ceremony and Wyoming.

Now a family issue has brought Dalton back to Sundance, giving him a chance to prove to everyone—especially the woman he thought he lost—that he’s a changed man.

Aurora “Rory” Wetzler has fallen for cowboy hottie Dalton’s smooth-talkin’ ways too many times. So he’s determined to convince her he’s playing for keeps this go around? Fine. She’ll call that bluff—she can’t ignore their intense chemistry or resist smokin’ hot sex, but she’s not willing to gamble her heart again.

Dalton has plenty of fences to mend with the McKays, but his biggest fear is that Rory doesn’t believe they have a future. He’ll have to pull out all the stops to show her they belong together for the long haul.

Warning: Contains a sexy cowboy who tames his sassy lady love with his romantic and his kinky side. In explicit detail.

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When I'm not squirreled away behind my laptop writing fun, sexy, contemporary erotic romances set in the modern day Wild West, I can be found reading everything under the sun, practicing yoga until I’m a pretzel, shootin' my .22, watching the Professional Bull Riders tour on Versus, and running a kid's taxi service, all in the guise of avoiding housework and rustling' up vittles.

Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I'm a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I'm not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.

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