Coming to Siren-Bookstrand on May 18th! Cowboy Sex is back with Patience McKay

Patience McKay and Clink’s bouncer Baron Shanks have a strong chemistry that they’ve seemingly ignored. When a threat against the Cartwells and McKays strikes too close to home, Baron tells Patience’s boyfriends to make room in her bed for one more.

Mark and Spenser McCoy aren’t blinded by love. They’re living out their country music dreams while Patience stays home managing a thriving fetish club business. When Baron professes his love for Patience, it comes as no surprise. The McCoys are relieved to know Patience has embraced someone who will keep her safe.

Before Patience and her men can enjoy their new relationship, they must find a way to keep everyone they love out of harm’s way. Soon, Baron cuts a deal with a mob boss bent on revenge and uncovers a shocking revelation about his past. Will his discovery help the Cartwells and McKays protect their families or move them closer to those who are determined to destroy them?

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Caught On Camera

Destiny Blaine

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Love at First Sight, Book One—A series of LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT romances, all of which stand alone

Blurb

Bailey Chapman isn’t looking for love but when Nick Palmani shows up at a bonfire and starts pursuing her, she notices. Soon, the two are grinding out their passionate fantasies. Unbeknownst to the couple, the entire episode is caught on camera.

Nick Palmani knows Bailey possesses that special spark, but when he discovers Bailey’s father owns the farm where he’ll soon work, things are complicated. After a night of passion is caught on camera and the entire groping session goes viral, he isn’t too certain of his job security. He’s more concerned about Bailey and how her life will soon spin out of control.

  

Fearing Bailey will do whatever necessary to pacify her family and avoid unattractive labels, Nick whisks her away to an undisclosed location. Soon, secrets are revealed in front of an interested public and Bailey and Nick must decide if they can move forward together or find a way to leave their explosive past behind.

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Excerpt:

“Your father seems like a nice fella,” Nick said, never cracking a smile.

“Oh yeah? Wait until you meet my mother. She’s a real gem.”

“And you think I’ll meet her sometime in the next few minutes?”

“Got somewhere you need to be?”

“You might say that.” Nick massaged the back of his neck, acting positively amused.

“You think this is funny?”

“No, Bailey. I don’t. I didn’t drive five hundred miles for the career start I’ve been dreaming of only to have the farmer’s daughter screw me over by luring me to her bed.”

“I don’t want to hear about it,” she said flippantly. “I knew you were a player. If somebody jumped your bones after you and I were through, that’s between the two of you. I don’t want to know anything about it.”

He stared at her blankly.

“And you apparently lost your way more than once if you landed here instead of wherever you’re supposed to be.” She sat on top of her dad’s desk, wishing he’d hurry up. Whatever he was saying to Stacy and her brother must’ve been along the lines of a good old-fashioned sermon. Before long the handkerchief would come out.

“Are you in denial?” Nick rose to his feet and stalked her. “I mean are you so involved in your little fantasies and daydreams that you can’t get a real grip on reality here?”

“I have a fine grip on reality. Thank you very much.” She glanced down at that thick bulge in his jeans and nearly came thinking about how he’d groaned at her ear when she’d wrapped her hand around him the night before. Moistening her lips she stared at his crotch and said, “I’m actually surprised you don’t remember.”

“Oh, I remember all right.” He released a guttural growl and studied her for a long time before he added, “You don’t know.”

“I don’t know what?”

“You don’t have the faintest idea what’s going on here.”

She crossed one leg over the other. “I’m a lot of things. Stupid I’m not. You obviously drove cross country for employment—probably somewhere like over at Melanie Shaffer’s place—and somehow pulled in our driveway by mistake. You’re the one who announced we’d had a thing, a fling. Now, my dad will probably call her dad to warn her that some…some older guy…is coming on to his daughter and Shaffer better lock his up.” She studied her fingernails and that’s when it hit her. “Oh my God. You weren’t talking about Melanie or the Shaffers. Were you?”

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Special Guest: Julie Shelton and Keeping Sarah

I'm so pleased to introduce our next guest, Julie Shelton. Stopping by to tell us about her new release Keeping Sarah, Julie has been a guest before and readers adore her. 

If you're new to Julie's work or if you're a devoted fan, please help me welcome Julie Shelton! 

KEEPING SARAH BACK COVER BLURB

Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road.  Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.

Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life.  They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered at the club for a slave auction being held the following night.  Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.

Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional and physical commitment between Jesse and Adam.  They already trust each other with their lives.  Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER

1.  Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s attention? Occupation?

My name is Jesse Colter.  I’m 32, a former SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek, Virginia, the small, sleepy town I grew up in.  My childhood basically sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used me for his punchin’ bag—until I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he pretty much steered clear of me after that.  I never knew my Native American mother.  She disappeared before I was outta diapers.  My father always claimed she ran away with another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her one night in a drunken rage and disposed of her body.  I came to my author’s attention the day I rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from fallin’ out of a tree.  Actually, that’s not quite true.  I came to her attention long before that.  She just had to think about me for a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who rescued Sarah.  She wanted us to have a happy ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to us. (Lol)

2.  What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to them?

Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the only woman I ever will love.  I met her the summer she was 13.  I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up.  I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground.  Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me!  I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me.  She was this amazin’ combination of child and adult.  She grew up rich, but her childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten.  Just ignored.  Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and nannies.  She was the first person who treated me like I really mattered, you know?  The first person who ever really listened to me.  She actually valued my opinion!  She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite books just so she could have someone to discuss them with.  She turned me into an avid reader, for which I’ll always be grateful.

When I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty and had filled out.  Boy, had she filled out!  God, she was so gorgeous and I knew I was in trouble.  When I was at work, I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her.  But I was bad news.  Six years older than her, a biker, and a Dom.  And even though I suspected she was a natural submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed her, I would ruin her life.  After all, she was rich, the daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats, while I was the bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town drunk.  At that point, my life was a steamin’ pile of crap.  What kind of a future could I possibly give her?  

I didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every night in my dreams.  I tried to stay away from her, but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a truck and goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me.  Boy, were they pissed!  Then, three years later, my cousin overheard a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth birthday party and havin’ some “fun.”  The minute he told me I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to try and stop ’em.  I managed to keep the one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly did.  I left town that night.  Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to the only person who’d ever really mattered to me.  I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found myself the next mornin’ standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the Navy recruitment office.  I enlisted that day.  I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy, but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did, with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long years.  It was a crappy thing to do because it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us.  Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life makin’ it up to her.  Because now that I have her, I can’t imagine ever livin’ without her.

3.  What’s your greatest fear?

My greatest fear is losin’ Sarah.  I already lost her once, that night I left town.  It took me eight year to admit how much I needed her, and how wrong I’d been to leave her.  I nearly lost her again when I introduced her to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and we told her we wanted to share her in a D/s menage relationship.  Adam was already in love with her just from hearin’ me talk about her while we were servin’ with the SEALs over in Afghanistan.  But I needn’t have worried.  As soon as they met each other, the attraction was instantaneous.  It was like…completin’ the circle.  Then I almost lost her when her ex-fiance tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of her money.  Fortunately we got to her in time.  But the absolute worst was a few months ago, when that SOB who’d nearly raped her got out of prison.  He kidnapped her and sold her to Viktor Sokolov, an international slave trafficker.  They nearly got away with it, too.   Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her in time to stop Sokolov from flyin’ her out of the country and beyond our reach.  In our latest adventure, Keeping Sarah, we are surrounded by danger.

4.  What’s your motto in life?

No secrets.  There must be open, honest communication at all times about everything.  It’s the only way a D/s relationship, especially a menage, can survive and flourish.

5.  How do the other characters in your book view you?

My best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle and integrity.  We love and admire each other as friends, brothers, and finally, in Keeping Sarah, as lovers.  It’s a development I’m not sure I’m ready for, even though I know the feelin’s between us have been developin’ for a long time.  But Adam can be very persuasive, and knows exactly which buttons to push, although he and Sarah practically have to stage an intervention to get me over the final hurdle.  Sarah, the love of my life, sees me as macho, bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying.  Oops, I forgot sexy (lol).  She also sees me as one of the two men who love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her from harm.  The bad guys view me as their worst nightmare.

6.  What is it about you that is going to draw us readers in?

I’m sexy as hell (lol).  No, really.  I am.  I love fiercely and forever, and will fight to the death to protect those I cherish.  I don’t suffer fools lightly and I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any women.  Women are to be loved, revered, protected and treasured.  With a few spankings, a little harmless torture and lots of orgasms thrown in just to spice things up a bit.  I am, after all, a Dom.  [Grins]

7.  What was your happiest moment?

The first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up at me, beggin’ me to let her come…I knew I had found my joy.  I knew I would spend the rest of my life wantin’ to make her scream with pleasure.

8.  What trait in others do you find most deplorable?

Dishonesty and lack of respect.

9.  What is your favorite time of day?

First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I wake up with Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious.  We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much we adore her.

Thank you, Jesse Colter, for stopping by and talking to us.  We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.

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Bestselling Cowboy Boots Series Gains Another Installment

 
2011 Nominee for Best Series All Around
                in LR Cafe's Loop


Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures
Cowboy Boots #4
Written by Natalie Acres
Published by Siren-Bookstrand
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, light consensual BDSM, spanking, paddling, sex toys, HEA]

She has a secret

Kelly Martin is in bed with the enemy, and she keeps her position until old lovers resurface, demanding answers. Facing an uncertain mission, Colt Candy, Kemper Lox, Brand Marx, Gabe Johns, and Crue Candy meet in Sin City. And it doesn’t take them long to gauge the enormous dangers surrounding the woman they love.

They plan to uncover the truth

Fighting to protect her, the Underground Unit operatives soon realize the threat against Kelly cannot be neutralized when the enemy has a strong hold on someone close to home. To make matters worse, a gambling debt places Kelly in the direct line of fire.

Playing a game no one can win

Several Underground Unit operatives ante up in a high-stakes poker game where winners are only determined if they walk away with their lives. And a dead man’s hand is the least of all worries.

"Well I'll be damned." Kelly Martin's wrist pulsed with excitement. She stared at the casino lobby monitors, noticing everything about the three cowboys who made their way to the elevators. Her sex defied her with an instant longing she'd never been able to describe, let alone control.

One look and she was toast. Drawn to each of them, she held fast to years of memories as delicious images tossed her back into the pits of pleasure she only discovered in their bodies, tangled in the sheets covering their beds.

To an average outsider, the men looked as if they belonged at a cattlemen's convention, but while they may have been dressed in blue jeans and boots, the men hiding under those Stetson hats were not the average cowboys. Their guest registration suggested they were good old boys from Texas, but Kelly knew better. In fact, they weren't from Texas at all.

The fellows boarding the lift and pursuing the top floor worked as operatives with the Underground Unit, an elite group of special enforcers with branches all over the country. They were guys she knew well, too. Prior to an assignment overseas, her father's Nevada ranch had served as their US-West training facility. She'd lived under the same roof with them for more than two years. During that time, she'd learned their strengths and had become aware of their weaknesses. Each of them, to her knowledge, possessed only one.

A shiver ran down her spine. She inched closer to the bank of computer screens. She sat down in an executive chair and pressed a few buttons, zooming in on each of their faces as her mind traveled back to the year before, the last time she'd seen them.

"They haven't changed much," she muttered. Every muscle tightened in her body as she acknowledged the overwhelming effect they still held over her. Damn it to hell. They could've at least had the good decency to look a little rough around the edges.

"Miss Martin, are you okay?" Larry Bates asked. Larry had been the casino's DOS, short for Director of Security, for the past decade.

"Yes, Larry. Thank you," she replied, unable to look away from them. They were like a dream come true and, at the same time, a nightmare in the making. She had a past with these men, a torrid history that at one time left her heart in shambles.

"Not anymore," she whispered, her fingers rushing over a few buttons in an effort to bring their faces into view. Once she locked in on one man, she clicked a button and took his picture. She repeated the process two more times. A beat later, she turned to Larry and said, "Stop elevator 5B."

Evidently alarmed, Larry hurried across the room and followed casino procedures. He stood in front of a large panel of red buttons and slapped his hand over the fifth switch. He turned to her and awaited further instructions. When she didn't make specific demands, he said, "Done, Miss Martin. Would you like for me to meet them at the top?"

"No," she replied softly. "That will be all, Larry."

He looked like he didn't quite understand, but never questioned her. He returned to the security cubicles on the other side of the room, and gave instructions to some of the new employees, teaching them how to shift between screens so they could scan various areas of the casino. As he mentioned the placement of cameras in the hallways, restaurants, and various areas of the gaming floor, his voice faded.

Kelly grabbed the desktop, took a hearty breath, and rolled her executive chair forward. She pushed another button and tried to regain her composure. Quietly, she said, "There. Let's see what the last year taught you fellas."

She grinned to herself as she observed them. Kemper Lox and Brand Marx wore puzzled expressions. Colt Candy, however, apparently wasn't surprised.

As soon as their elevator came to an abrupt halt, Colt glanced up and smiled at the camera. Brand and Kemper backed to the rear of the elevator, took a military-type stance, and quickly tucked their hands behind their backs.

"Thata boys," she muttered. "Draw those guns." She knew where their weapons were tucked. Those beneath their jackets were the easiest to locate, but she'd bet a year's salary each man personally packed more than seven weapons on his individual person.

As far as she was concerned, their loaded guns didn't present the problem. Their presence in her casino meant trouble and a lot of it usually followed them whenever they were in town.

Brand bent over and retrieved something from his boot while Kemper's arm remained at his back. With a hidden camera on the handrail, she was able to zoom in on his hand. His open palm rested on the butt of his gun. A .45 Magnum if her eyes weren't deceiving her.

As words were exchanged between the three operatives, Kelly turned up the volume, slid on the headset, and settled her back against the soft leather chair.

This should be an entertaining show. Come on now, boys. Make this worth my while.

A soft, chime-like bell must've alerted Colt to the obvious. He looked up at the small lens and winked. "Hey, doll. How ya doin'?"

"Who the hell are you talking to?" Brand ripped into him.

"My baby darlin'," Colt replied, nodding at the camera. "How are you, Kelly? Life been treating you all right?"

Brand and Kemper visibly relaxed. Kemper's lips curved in a smile. He stroked a rough growth of beard and winked. "Is that you up there, Miss Submissive?"

Her nipples throbbed when she heard the pet name. Holy hell.

Brand, the quieter one in the bunch, lifted his chin. His tongue darted out and swiped across his upper lip, bringing to life a most beautiful sight. Brand should've been charged with criminal intent right then and there. His long tongue had the ability to ruin a good woman, even one promised to another man.

Kelly squirmed in her chair. Damn them. They had entered the building less than fifteen minutes ago, and in a matter of two seconds managed to make her thighs tense and her pussy clench with fond memories of old desires.

"Come on, baby," Colt drawled. "Tell us how ya been, sweet thing."

Still representing every woman's dream fuck, Colt gazed into the camera as if he were staring into her eyes. Those pretty blue eyes sparkled with knowledge as he moistened his lips and dragged his thumb over the shape of his mouth. Rugged, handsome, and too rowdy to tame, Colt sported his sex appeal like a badge of honor. His curly hair still hung a fraction below his squared shoulders. To make matters worse, the denim he wore looked like the whitewashed material had been painted on sculpted thighs.

Damn man knew he was the epitome of perfection.

"She's being shy," Kemper said, his accent indicative of where they'd spent the last year. Trips to Melbourne had always played havoc on Kemper's native Australian tongue.

"She's having a laugh at our expense," Brand said, lifting his body to a seated position in the corner of the elevator. With muscles in all the right places, Brand's thick thighs had always formed the perfect seat. He wasn't the best looking one in the bunch, but he housed a package full of benefits and all the ladies loved him.

She should know. She'd endured more than one or two of his strip shows prior to his employment with her father.

"She's there," Colt grated out. "I can fucking sense her." A guttural growl slipped from his lips. "You gonna say hello, baby? Tell us how ya been doin'?"

Her nipples spiked as he spoke. This was the reason why she didn't want Colt and his team there. Colt was one hundred percent male and the other two were ninety-nine percent right behind him.

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