Friday, September 16, 2011

Morning everyone - I've been busy. Today, I will introduce you to me and also to my newest release - T-R-O-U-B-L-E
It is special to me as it deals with issues that are important - abuse and body image and other things that women struggle with.
I'll also share with you some funny stories
So let's have a good time - leave a comment - we will be giving away some prizes and ebooks.

Here's my latest release from SECRET CRAVINGS PUBLISHING.

It's a cowboy erotic romance filled with scenes that will make you laugh, cry and fan yourself from the sexy heat.

Cooper drove slowly by the Landon place. Ah, sweet Lord! There he was. And the fact she had been a good girl was paying off in spades. The powers-that-be had seen fit to reward her by letting the sun beat down hot enough to cause Gorgeous to shed his shirt. She slowed to a crawl.
Sometimes, he would stop working and watch her drive by. Today, he appeared too busy to notice. A movement at the side of the woodpile caught her eye. What in the world? Cooper was alarmed to see a huge snake crawling out of the stacked logs. The vibrations of the axe on the wood had obviously disturbed it. This couldn‘t be good.
Cooper pulled over and stopped. Trying to be as quite as possible, she opened the car door but did not shut it. The snake was right behind her neighbor and she was afraid to call out, for fear, any sudden movement on his part would cause the snake to strike. The rhythmic movement of the man and the axe had the snake, seemingly, hypnotized.
She walked as silently as she could, until she was at the fence, right behind the snake. He was coiled and ready to strike. Cooper knew snakes, having grown up on in the deserts of southwest Texas. She quickly recognized that either the rattler had somehow lost his rattles in an accident, or someone had intentionally caught it and removed them for a hat decoration or whatever.
It was now or never. Putting aside her normal reservations about being so close to a man, she decided his safety was more important than her own. Climbing slowly up on the fence, she spoke softly. ―"Don‘t move, Mr. Landon. Don‘t move a muscle." The snake was huge! Coiled up, it was hard to judge, but it could easily top five feet.
The beautifully muscled man slowed his movements, until he was still. ―"Is this a hold-up?"
He asked the question softly, with a touch of humor in his voice.
"No, but there is a major-sized rattlesnake right behind you, and it‘s getting ready to strike."

Ky froze. He didn‘t know which he was more concerned about, the idea of a dangerous
reptile or the intriguing female voice that made him want to risk turning his head to look and see if the rest of her matched the incredible, husky, little voice.
"Just listen to me. As you know, snakes can‘t hear, but they can feel vibrations. I am going to jump off this fence. Hopefully, it will turn on me. When I scream ‗now‘, you turn around and whack him with your axe. Please." She did not hesitate—there wasn‘t time.
She jumped. The snake whirled around and immediately struck out at her. "Now!" She
dodged backwards for all she was worth, slamming her body into a fencepost. The snake‘s deadly fangs grazed her thigh, but from the look of things, distance and the thickness of her jeans saved her from a direct hit. Ky did his part and the snake‘s head parted company with its body.
Cooper tried to get up, but the post she had run into had obviously knocked the wind out of her.
"Good Lord!" K. Landon looked from the snake to her. "Did he get you?" At her slight
negative nod, he quickly picked her up. "Let‘s get you in the house and make sure."
Cooper struggled. "No. No. I‘m all right. I can walk, I‘m too heavy for you to try and carry."
"I think I can bear up under your tremendous weight." Ky looked down at his slight burden.
He would have smiled at her consternation, if the situation hadn‘t been so serious. Heavens! She was lovely. All he could think of were the words to one of his favorite Elvis songs, 'Well hello, T-R-O-U-B-L-E.‘ Thank God, for trouble.

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Jen B. said...

"I think I can bear up under your tremendous weight..."
Can I just say smarty pants! Thanks for the excerpt.

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