Thursday, April 10, 2014

NEW RELEASE: Caress of the Wolf by @LoriKingBooks + Review

Caress of the Wolf

In a time of transition, only the strongest will thrive…

Whitney Gray is less than thrilled that her werewolf pack is hosting another packs Alpha battle. She figures the Diego wolves have done enough damage to the Gray wolves to last a lifetime, but when cousins Cadence and Mateo Diego step into her life she finds herself on a new and dangerous path.

Cadence and Mateo are determined to protect their birthright, and secure their place as the leaders of the Diego Pack. They didn’t anticipate finding their mate, and now they are protecting her and her family from a threat that ends up being way to close for comfort.

The newly mated trio begin planning for a life or death battle, and end up on a journey from betrayal to forgiveness, but when you’re battling the past, someone’s bound to get hurt.


Buy the first four books in the series here:



My Review


Caress Of The Wolf (The Gray Pack #5)Caress Of The Wolf by Lori King
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I received an ARC of Caress of the Wolf and... OH. MY. GOD. Can you say HOT?? Because I can and it this book definitely is! I wasn't even expecting a ménage and then *bam* there it was. I mean, who doesn't like a hot ménage?

This is the 5th book in Lori King's The Gray Pack Series and I hope to heck it won't the last. I do have to say that I like Cadence more than Mateo. I can almost envision his uber sexiness. Lori did a great job of bringing the characters to life in this one.

A recommended read from me!

View all my reviews

The Gray Pack Reading Order



Adult Excerpt

Mateo struggled to find the right description for what he had just witnessed. His body and his wolf ached to claim their woman, too, but he held himself back. It was Cadence’s right as his Alpha to claim their mate first, but the tiny flicker of doubt in his brain wasn’t soothed by that knowledge. What if now that she had mated his cousin, she decided that he was enough for her? Could she brush him off now that she had a true claiming done?
His questions and self-doubts proved to be unfounded when she slid off of Cadence’s lap and turned to face him. Her body was that of a sensual vixen as she crawled across the bed to him. She reached out a hand to fondle his oversized cock and pressed her forehead to the center of his chest.
“My God, you’re huge.”
His throat tightened. “I understand. You don’t have to—”
She lifted her head and pressed her finger to his lips. “I want to. Just let me ease into it, okay?”
When he nodded, she threw one leg over him and rose up over his straining cock. Her nipples skimmed across his chest, and he growled. Her lip curled up into a tiny smile and she did it again, looking pleased when he tensed and panted harder.
So the little wolf wants to tease, does she?
He planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips, aligning his cock with her dripping slit and grinding against her. A gasp and a shudder was all he got before she reached down to clasp his girth in her hand and line him up with her body.
Inch by torturous inch she eased down over him, accepting him into her, molding all around him. When she flinched in pain, he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock, blocking her from dropping lower.
The flash of irritation in her eyes made him laugh. “Easy, amor. We’ll work up to that. Just take what’s comfortable. It will be enough. You already feel like heaven to me.”
His words seemed to soothe her, and with his hands guiding her she began a steady rhythm of thrusts and twists on his cock. Her breasts bounced as she moved, but his eyes were focused on her face. Every muscle twitch, every gasp, seemed to bore right into his soul, etching a permanent mark on his being as he made love to his mate for the first time.
When he felt her body begin to shudder around him, he pulled her down until she was pressed against his chest. Tightening one arm around her midsection to hold her in place, he arched his neck to give her room. The bite barely stung before a wave of heat took over, washing through him from head to toe and back to his groin. It was all he could do to twist his head and bite into her neck, matching her claim before he gave in and shot his release deep inside of her body.
When his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was his mark of claiming in the crook of her neck. That tiny ring was as important to their way of life as any wedding ring, and it sucker punched him that he was a mated wolf.
A whisper in his head, so quiet he barely heard it, echoed his shock and awe at the day’s events, but it was gone before it really registered.
“Holy smokes.” Her breath was hot against his cheek, and he could feel the sweat on their joined skin starting to cool. She shivered when he ran his hand up her spine, and he smiled at her words.
Cadence disappeared out the bedroom door, returning a moment later with a wet cloth. Whitney let out a yelp of surprise when he began to clean her body, and Mateo laughed at the blush that climbed her cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, love. I just want to take care of you before you fall asleep,” Cadence told her, kissing her shoulder blade before moving his hand again.
She held still long enough for him to finish, but she refused to meet Mateo’s gaze until it was over and Cadence moved away. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to anyone doing that.”
“Doing what, mi reina?” he asked as she shifted to lie at his side and curled her body against him. “Taking care of you?”
She shrugged and ducked her head down without answering. Her hand skimmed over his chest and her fingers played in the sprinkle of dark curls that lined the center of his body. Did she know how much that small touch of affection turned him on?
“We will always take care of you, little flower. You’re ours to protect now.” Cadence met Mateo’s eyes as he re-entered the room, and they shared a moment of silent understanding. This was their mate. Even if they never intended to share one, she was a precious gift that they would give their lives to protect.


Authors Bio:
As a full-time wife and mother of three boys Lori King rarely has time to just enjoy feminine pursuits, but at heart she is a hopeless romantic. So she spends her days dreaming up Alpha men, and her nights telling their stories. She currently has books available in the following series: The Gray Pack, Apache Crossing, Sunset Point, and The Surrender Trilogy. Find out more about her current projects at http://www.lorikingbooks.wordpress.com.


Social Media Links:


Buy Links:



Monday, April 7, 2014

Second Honeymoon Book Tour with @Sara_W_Ellwood



Welcome to the Second Honeymoon Book Tour 
Celebrating the Re-release Bliss with Kensington Publishing - Lyrical Press Imprint 

Rafflecopter at the bottom i 


Gambling On A Secret
Book 1 of The Colton Gamblers

When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her? 

Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitches—the Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wife’s betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, Dylan’s even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

Buy Links:

Excerpt 
“Stay with me for a little while.” Her voice was warm as good Southern whiskey and just as intoxicating. “I don’t want to fight this thing between us anymore. I don’t want to be alone.”
“Me either.” Slowly, he slid his hands over the soft cotton covering her back. She shivered and her lips parted.
He lowered his mouth to hers, and she opened to accept the full thrust of his tongue. She tugged on his t-shirt, and skimmed her hands over the skin under the hem. He groaned deep in his chest as she raked her nails over the small of his back, jolting his already excited erection.
When he tried to retreat from the battle of dueling tongues, she sucked on his, wrenching a long, deep moan from him. His hands held the curve of her behind, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to touch her flesh.
She broke the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. Before he knew what she was doing, her hands were on his belt. He caught her by the wrists and stripped her of her shirt and bra. She tugged off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans between gut-twisting kisses.
She stood before him wearing only a diamond studded belly button ring and a pair of stretch lace, pink panties. Freckles, millions of them, speckled the creamy porcelain of her skin. Like springs caught in a blacksmith’s fire, her red-gold hair fell around her face and shoulders and down her back to her waist. The sexy pout puckering her lips and the heavy-lidded eyes caught and held his.
He knew she wasn’t innocent, but something about the way she looked made him think she was far more experienced than he’d initially thought.
“Are you sure we should do this?” His voice came through as a low rumble.
Charli flashed him a wicked grin. She skimmed her right hand over the Special Forces tat and the puckered nipple on the left side of his chest. He shuddered when she leaned in and flicked her hot tongue over the point and ran her hands down his body to the fly of his jeans. She’d already opened the belt. She lowered the zipper and purred against his skin. “Don’t you dare get all noble on me now.”
efefefefefefefefef


Gambling On A Heart
Book 2 of The Colton Gamblers

She once lost his heart on a bluff. Will she risk everything to win it back?

Beautician Tracy Quinn spends her days making the women of Colton, Texas beautiful, while living down the nickname of Olive Oyl, given to her by the only man she has ever loved—Zack Cartwright. She spends her nights alone, despite what her ex husband wants their friends and neighbors to think.

Ex-rodeo cowboy. Ex-bad-boy. Ex-Marine. Widower and single dad Sheriff Zack Cartwright can describe his life in exes. One ex in particular reminds him of what’s missing in his workaholic life: Tracy Quinn. For years since she broke his heart, he’s practically made avoiding her a second job. He still wants her, but can never go after her.

When cattle rustlers target her brother’s ranch, Tracy and Zack are stuck working together. Her son could use a positive male role model, and his daughter is wild for a chance at a “substitute” mom. But Tracy’s ex threatens to sue if she lets Zack near her son, and the Colton grapevine is abuzz with rumors about their past relationship. Is it worth the gamble to see if what they have is more than lust?

Buy Links:

Excerpt
“Sorry about the mess.” He reached for the buckle of his service belt. “I never entertain company in here.”
She bit her lip as he removed the belt holding various gear, including a holstered Glock, and gently laid it on the couch in front of a red brick fireplace. He didn’t date and probabl hadn’t had sex since his wife’s death. The prospect of being the first since Lisa both thrilled and scared her to her core.
When he stood before her again, she met his gaze. “Shouldn’t you lock that up? Because of the gun?”
The grin tugging on his lips had invisible tentacles attached to the pit in her lower belly where she felt its pull. With his hands on the buttons of his shirt, he said, “Are you afraid of my gun?” He opened more buttons, revealing his chest was bare underneath.
As with the night they’d played in the pool, she found it hard not to stare at the muscles moving under the tanned skin and the scar marking the wound that had nearly killed him.
He shrugged out of the shirt. “I wasn’t planning on shooting off that particular gun.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots, pulled them off, then his socks. Such a simple act, but the exhaled breath caught behind her heart somewhere in her throat.
He stood, held out his hand to her. “Come here.”
And despite every warning bell in her going off, she took his hand and let him pull her to him. He wrapped her up in his arms.
“This is crazy. It’s the middle of the afternoon. You should be at work trying to figure out who stole your horses. Or sleeping. You said you worked all night.”
A grin lifted the corner of his lips. He hadn’t shaved, and the day’s growth of beard darkened the angle of his jaw and planes of his cheeks. A troublesome lock of hair fell over his forehead. He looked just like the picture of the bad-assed rodeo cowboy she’d ripped from a friend’s calendar and kept folded up in her underwear drawer.
“Yeah, we probably are crazy, but I don’t care.” A hairsbreadth above her lips, he murmured, “Tell me now if you don’t want to do this, Tracy.”
He gave her an out. She should walk away now, before she completely lost her heart, but her body had other ideas. She pressed her lips to his and licked the full upper lip. When he pressed her pelvis into his, she felt the hard, long steel of his erection. Parting his lips, he let her tentatively explore his hot mouth. He tasted so good, sweet and spicy. His tongue stroked against hers, and her hands, caught between their bodies, splayed over his hard six-pack and inched their way upward. Only a sparse dusting of hair tickled her fingers in their blind exploration. As she stroked over the points of his masculine nipples, he sucked in a heavy breath and caressed his tongue against hers and turned up the passion of the kiss to toe-curling.
He slipped his hands under her top, and she shuddered as he caressed up her spine, pushing the thin material up, breaking the kiss to remove her t-shirt. After tossing it on top of his uniform shirt, he reached for the belt of her pants. Before any semblance of sanity returned, she was stepping out of her sandals and kicking off the slacks pooled around her ankles.
She couldn’t meet his gaze. Tracy knew he was peering at her, dressed in her plain white bra and panties. She didn’t want to see what she’d find in his eyes.
“Tracy.” His voice was low and gentle. Using his finger and thumb, he lifted her chin to bring her eyes to his. He smiled and ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek, down her neck to the small rise above her padded push-up bra.
She wasn’t sure what she’d expected to see in the midnight pools, but an inferno wasn’t it. He curled his other hand around her hipbone, and he turned her to lay her on the bed. He stretched out beside her, and his lips followed the blazing trail his fingers had made only moments before.

efefefefefefefefef

Heartstrings

He’s determined to set things right, no matter the cost.

The last person Abby Crawford wants to face down is country music superstar Seth Kendall. Last time she did, she flat-out lied so he’d go to Nashville without her. She’s never understood why their mutual best friend proposed, but she went with it so her baby wouldn’t be fatherless. Now she’s a divorced mother of a teenager, and secretly Seth’s biggest fan.

Seth is home in McAllister, Texas for his father’s funeral…and a chance to meet the daughter he’s never known. He’s willing to face the music of his own making and admit he’s known about his little girl all along. For fifteen years he’s kept his distance because Abby told him to follow his dreams without her, insisting she didn’t love him. But now he won’t leave until he knows his daughter and she knows him, even if it means facing the woman who broke his heart for good.

Confessing she’s lied about her daughter’s paternity all these years won’t be easy for Abby, especially with her ex blackmailing her to keep the secret. And Seth doesn’t know the hardest truth of all: Every love song he plays on his guitar still plucks her heartstrings.

Trailer: 

Buy Links:

Excerpt
Abby closed the pearl snaps of his shirt and wobbled through the kitchen. She lifted the collar and breathed in Seth’s scent. She loved the way he smelled and tasted.
The shirt barely covered her, but there was no way she’d walk around the house completely nude. She could only imagine what he’d think of her pudgy belly and full hips if he’d taken the time to actually look at her. She turned on the light over the sink and filled a glass with water.
She swallowed the cold sip and closed her eyes. What had she done?
“Hey, I came back from the bathroom to find you gone.” Seth entered from the hall, running his fingers through his tousled hair, and as nude as the day as he was born. Her gaze traveled over his amazing body, and he watched her as if unable to get enough of her either.
He sauntered toward her and wrapped his arms around her. “Damn. Too bad Urban’s already done that one.”
“What’s that?”
“You look good in my shirt,” he said, referring to a Keith Urban hit song. “But you look even better without it.”
Heat warmed her cheeks, and she leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. “You just plain look good...period.”
He removed the glass from her hand and took a sip before setting it on the counter. When he responded to her, she moaned and lifted her leg, bringing herself intimately against him. How could she be so achy for him so soon?
He raised a brow. “You haven’t been anywhere near loved enough, if you can still look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me right up.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Good. Because I’m feeling a little famished myself.” He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wiggled against his erection. Chuckling low and sensually in her ear, he carried her back to bed. “Trust me, this will definitely be better than chocolate cake.”
efefefefefefefefef


About Sara…

Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. She also has paranormal romantic suspense published under the pen name Cera duBois.

Author Links: 




Follow the Second Honeymoon Blog Tour HERE


Rafflecopter Giveaway:

Sara is giving away a beautiful treasure box full of goodies:
1. A thumb drive containing Sara’s novella The Birthday Fantasy and her paranormals A Hunter’s Angel and A Hunter’s Blade
2. A signed paperback copy of Carolyn Brown’s Just a Cowboy and His Baby
3. A retractable black ink pen
4. A decorative diary style notebook
5. A mouse pad
6. Sara’s own custom designed jewelry (necklace and earring set)
7. $10 Starbucks gift card and more.
A total prize package valued at $100.

The giveaway ends April 30 and the winner of the Swag Pack will be announced on May 1, 2014. Must be 18 years old or older and a resident of the USA to qualify. Void where prohibited by law. See http://sarawalterellwood.wordpress.com/giveaway-rules/ for complete list of terms and rules.



a Rafflecopter giveaway


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

New Release - Patty's Homecoming @WritingHonor

Purchase HERE
Patty’s Homecoming
[Montana Wranglers – Book 1]

Patricia Graymont knew Blake and Corbin all her life. They practically grew up on her daddy’s ranch after all. She had loved them for just as long. However, stubborn and unable to see what was right before her she ran off for New York City in the hopes of being able to fall out of love with the two men, too bad she fell into trouble instead.

For ten years Blake and Corbin waited for their Tishia to come home to them. Blake served time in the Military while Corbin worked the Ranch and received degrees. Both men knew that one day they would make Patricia Graymount theirs. They just didn’t realize what would bring her home.

Running home after being nearly beaten to death by a Mafia Boss’s crew because she dared to ‘turn him down’ she came back to the only place she had ever felt safe. But there they were. Like a kick in the gut it nearly killed her to see them, and know she would love them forever.

They didn’t let her dangle for long though. Blake and Corbin both ensured she knew that they were there for her and would always be there for her. They both began to show her the life that they could all have, together.

Just as their love began to really take hold, trouble struck like lightening and had Blake and Corbin running to find her before she was stolen from them forever.

Happily ever after, that’s what the trio wanted and needed… a Happily Ever After for them, and a continuation of their families happiness into the next generations. If they can just get there in time.


Video Trailer: 

Purchase Link: 


STORY EXCERPT


Prologue


Buried amongst the rolling hills and valleys of Montana lies the small town of Mission. Settled south of Great Falls, just north of the Lewis & Clark National Forest, this town of 800 plus souls live life off the land and a small, but profitable tourist trade.
Thirty miles due west is the Graymont ranch. Where, as his ancestors before him, Daniel Graymont carries on the tradition of nearly one hundred and sixty years and raises cattle and thoroughbred horses. The life isn’t for everyone, hot summers of hard work and frigid winters that rival even Siberia take their toll. Only the most hardy of souls dared to settle and remain in the rugged terrain. But, like his ancestors, Daniel is determined to uphold tradition.

* * * * *

May 12, 2013


The sound of a door slamming was closely followed by loud curses of a creative, if inaccurate, nature. Lifting his head up from the books he’d been semi-diligently going over Daniel peeked out the window. What he saw was one of his hands, half dressed, arguing with Constantine, his housekeeper.
Rolling his chair closer to the window he cracked it open. He didn’t need to, the whole house had air conditioning. Nope, he was being a nosy old man and cracked it to eavesdrop. Not that he was old. He was only sixty and still going strong. He’d had a great life, an even better to his beloved wife Charlotte, God rest her soul. She’d given him thirty-five years of marriage, love and the best sex of his life. She’d also given him every single one of his grey hairs, two sons and a daughter.
Connor worked the farm and, one day, would take over for him. Brendan was a lawyer in Great falls and handled all the legal matters for the farm, not that there were a lot, but it was a business. And his baby, Patricia, was in New York working for a interior designer and, one day God willing, would go out on her own. In the meantime she was living life, enjoying her career and called him every weekend to chat a mile a minute. Just like her mama used to do whenever she was excited, or pissed off. Chuckling he shook his head, that girl could talk the ear off of anyone and try the patience of even the Pope himself.
“I’ve told you a dozen times Constantine and, I’m sorry I have to apparently declare it to the whole damned world, but I’m not interested.” Blake, the half dressed hand said in a loud tone. Daniel’s attention was dragged back to the goings on outside the window.
“That’s not what Trevor said,” the woman shrieked. “Do you think I would be there if you hadn’t apparently been pining for me?”
“Pining!” Daniel winced. He hadn’t known that Blake’s voice could go that high, or that loud. “Woman, I have never nor will I ever pine for a woman. Especially you Constantine Delgado. You are a busybody and way too much maintenance. And if I ever, ever catch you trying to jump me while I’m in my rack sleeping again I will personally kick your ass out of Montana one step at a time.”
The woman shrieked at the top of her lungs, pure frustration there Daniel thought. His next thought was he would be needing a new housekeeper. And he was spot on with that assessment, especially given her next words. “Don’t fucking bother you degenerate! I quit!” she screamed. With that volume Daniel was pretty sure all of Montana knew she’d just quit.
“Good!” Blake sneered right back at her. “I pity the next fool that dares to take you on. I only pray that he’s got a wife that puts you in your fucking place.”
Another shriek and Constantine was storming towards the house. Eyes going wide Daniel shut the window and rolled his chair back into place just in time for the front door to smack the siding. Wincing he turned his attention to the books as she went to her room. More banging, door slamming and a lot of swearing.
One of the problems with having a single woman on the farm, the men tended to forget about her sex when they were working and let loose with some creative language. Not that he normally minded. The only time he enforced it with the hands was when Patricia came home to visit. Course, most of the lads thought of her as a baby sister, so that helped keep the cursing to a minimum. Not that he was fool enough to believe his baby girl couldn’t out swear them all, she could. He was just in denial and would remain so until the day he left his farm and went to meet up with his Charlotte in the hereafter.
His head came up as he realized that silence reigned in the house all of a sudden. Oops, thought it too soon. A door slammed and angry steps stomped towards his office. Pasting on a bland expression he looked up. “Constantine, uh, are you going somewhere?” he asked. Okay, an Academy Award was not in his future but she was too pissed off to notice.
“I’m sorry mister Graymont, I can’t work here any longer. I quit,” she said, slamming her suitcase to the floor.
“I’m sorry to hear that Constantine. May I ask why?” He tipped his head and hoped he looked confused and slightly curious.
“It’s got nothing to do with you sir. It’s,” she waved a hand viciously if vaguely about. “It’s them! Those no good, vile, men!” she hissed.
Fighting a chuckle he nodded slowly. “Well, I’m sad to see you go Constantine. But you have to do whatever is right for you dear.” He grabbed his checkbook and wrote her out a check for her last pay plus a little extra. Passing it to her he sighed, “If you need references you have them call me. You did great work while you were here and I’m going to make sure they know that.”
She folded the check, stuffed it into her purse and hefted her suitcase. “Thank you mister Graymont. I am sorry to leave you in the lurch like this.”
“Don’t even worry about it. We’ll make do,” he waved her off. “Drive safe now and if you need anything, let me know.”
A stiff nod was his only answer as she spun away. The door slammed behind her and he turned to watch her march to her car. The finger she threw towards the bunkhouse was telling, immature, but very telling. So was the spinning tires and gravel kicked up behind her as she tore up the drive towards the main road.
“Wow, that girl is mad,” he muttered reaching for the phone. Hitting a number on speed dial he grinned when his buddy at the Mission Post picked up. “Morty, how’s it going? Good, good. Nah, usual shit and lots of it given what I’ve got out in the north forty. Listen, I need you to run my ad for a housekeeper. Yup, she thought she’d get into one of the lads pants and he told her otherwise. I know, damn women are just too pushy. A little subtlety goes a hell of a lot further. Yup, sounds good. I’ll drop the check off tomorrow when I’m in getting supplies. What? Yeah,” he chuckled. “We can grab a beer. Let’s say around four if that works for you. Sounds good, see you then Mort.”

Chapter One


“God damn woman,” he muttered. Grabbing up his saddle and other tack, he headed for the stall where his horse was. Easing open the door he moved in slowly. “Morning Rusty,” he said to the large stallion.
The big head swung around and he got a nicker of hello. Smiling for the first time that morning he set everything aside. Moving to his head Blake scratch under the big reds chin. “Did you have a good night fella?” He got bumped in the chest, the horse was looking for his morning apple.
“Yeah, I got it here. So, did you hear that ruckus with Constantine? Woman is crazy,” he said holding out the apple in his palm. “She actually tried to crawl into my bed, naked no less. I have never once given her any hint that I wanted her in that way. Hell, I was only cordial to her because she could poison us at any time.”
Rusty crunched his apple and bobbed his head. Sometimes he thought the big guy actually understood him. Sighing he moved away and grabbed the blanket. Smoothing it over the big bay’s back he hefted the saddle. “But Trevor is in for it, fucker apparently told her I was pining away for her or some such shit.”
His horse shook his head, Blake took it to be in disbelief. “My thoughts exactly. That prick has been a thorn in my side since he got here.” Tightening the strap Blake flipped down the stirrup and sighed. Grabbing the halter he moved around the front and looked into the big brown eyes. Leaning his head to the horses he let out a breath. “Women are fucking confusing buddy. You have it easy. You see a lady horse you either get to mount her or you get a hoof to the head. Simple in comparison to the crap we mere mortals have to put up with.”
No answer from the horse. Figured. When he needed one he got nothing. “Thanks anyway buddy. At least you listen to me without a running commentary. Do you know how rare that is? Well, if you don’t, it’s very rare. You’re a good friend,” he patted Rusty’s neck. “Open up bud, let’s get this on you and go for a ride.”
Leading Rusty out of the stable ten minutes later he adjusted his hat and swung up into the saddle. Glancing around he let out a breath and turned Rusty’s head towards the trail. “Come on boy, let’s get a move on. We have a lot of fencing to check today.” And the day after and the day after that. Which is why he had food, water, his pack, extra clothing and food for Rusty in his saddlebags. He was going to be out for a time.
The plan was to meet up with Corbin, who had was out there already with a herd of cattle. He’d restock his friend, they’d check the fences and then head back in, four days down the line, to the main farm. They then had three days off before they’d have to be back to work.


* * * * *


Stretching slowly he scratched at his chest and yawned. Rolling his head around his shoulders he groaned. Four days with the herd that did nothing but eat, moo and poop was damned boring. And he was out there on his own. Normally he didn’t mind, but he didn’t even have Duke, the farms mascot dog, out there to talk to. Nope, he had cows who stood chewing their cud while he tried to chat them up.
Thank God Blake was coming out and they were doing fence sweeps. Blake didn’t talk much, but at least he listened. And actual human company for a few days would be a relief. Any human company would have been a relief right then. Blake’s was just a bonus.
Glancing up he shaded his dark green eyes from the morning light. Dust coming in, small plume, single rider. Blake, right on schedule. Moving then he gathered up his items, stashing them back into the saddle bags. Moving to his horse he started to get her ready, saddling her as he talked to her quietly. Not that Petunia cared, she was one of the more easy going horses around. Worked well with the cattle and didn’t spook easily, a huge plus when she was his only mode of transportation.
He was in the saddle, hat covering his dark red hair when Blake came up the last hill. Tipping his head Corbin moved up to join his friend and fellow cow hand. “Mornin’,” he greeted him.
Blake gave a grunt in reply and handed over a flask. Opening it Corbin nearly fell off his horse at the delightful scent. “Oh thank you God, real coffee.” Pouring a cup while on horseback took talent. One that he, thankfully, had. Sipping the strong brew he could have wept, it was that good.
Constantine quit,” Blake said into the silence, twenty minutes into their ride.
Looking over in surprise Corbin blinked. “What? When? Why?”
He got an irritated look for the rapid fire questions. “She quit, this morning, because I wouldn’t fuck her.”
Corbin nearly fell off his horse at that. “What?” he squawked. “What the hell bro? What are you talking about?”
“I was asleep, in my bunk, when she decided to molest me. Apparently on the advice of Trevor who told her I was pining for her. I didn’t get much more out of her before I lost my cool and basically unloaded on her.”
Whistling through his teeth he shot Blake a look. “Damn. What in the world did you ever do to that boy?”
“Nothing. Not a goddamn fucking thing. The little shit’s been a burr up my ass since he got here. But this, God Corbin,” he could hear Blake grinding his teeth. “If he’d been there I’d have whooped his ass and then done it all over again for that unwelcome wake up call. I can’t believe the gall of him.”
“Well, there has to be a story there. When we get back, we’ll just have to ask him.” Corbin shrugged at his friends look. “Real nice like of course,” he grinned. Yeah, they’d ask. Real nice like. With a right hook or a uppercut or two. One way or another they’d find out why Trevor was out to undermine Blake.
“Glad to hear you’re on the same page.”
“Always,” he nodded. “Course, God only knows what we’re going to end up with now for a housekeeper.”
“May she be older than Daniel and covered in warts. And we’ll sic her on the little shit in payback,” Blake growled.
Laughing at that Corbin shook his head. “Damn, that’s just mean. As long as she can cook and hold her own around the ranch, I don’t give two shits what she looks like. But pretty would be good.”
“You are a dog.”
“Yup,” he nodded happily. “I am at that,” he let out a howl that had even his sour faced friend laughing. It was quiet and subdued, but it was a laugh. His work was done, for the moment anyway.


YouTube Video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhS6eNe5S1k

Keep up to date with Honor James... 

    My Website
    Facebook
    Twitter
    Facebook Group   



Friday, March 7, 2014

Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour w/ @DispatchVampire


Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.

 * WATCH FOR CONTEST BELOW *

Give Me Shelter by Alexis D. Craig 

Inspector Eli Miller's unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?

Inspector Rebecca 'Bex' Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.

But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.

Life in the Las Vegas branch of Witness Protection has never been more tangled. When the emotional landmines start a chain reaction, everyone in the blast radius is going to need a little shelter.

Excerpt
The door to the conference room closing may as well have been the prison door on a twenty year stretch. Bex’s witness, one Violet Burrell (née Bukowski), sat across the table from them, seeming surprisingly untroubled by her current circumstances. Reading a book, listening to her MP3  player, she appeared like any other teenager. He set the file on the table and held the chair for Bex, and then Violet looked up and the floor dipped beneath his feet.
Her kohl-rimmed eyes were blue, a strange, deep blue that was almost amethyst, offsetting her pale skin and full, purple-stained lips. Her jet black hair was slicked back into a severe bun at the base of her skull, matching the jet black dress that caused AR, their 25-year-old junior inspector and de facto office assistant, to catch a case of the vapors when she’d walked into the office, clinging in places he didn’t even know he should be dreaming about. It was funny to watch, for about a minute, before his mind betrayed him with a recollection that was almost old enough to drink.
“Marshals.” Her smile was faint, polite, and distant.
“Vi, this is Marshal Miller. He’ll be assisting with your transition.”
“Nice to meet you.” She didn’t offer her hand, which was just as well. Caressing him with her hypnotic eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up in a grin that bordered on indecent and Eli felt the walls in the room start to inch just a bit closer. It was then he noticed the book she’d been reading, bright green, unmarked cover closed around a bookmark of a skull with a pink bow, the spine betraying the title: Lady Chatterley’s Lover . The lump in his throat ballooned to cantaloupe-sized proportions.
Eli nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The look Bex gave him was probably going to leave scars, but he shook his head slightly as he opened the file again and studied it diligently. Everything but the picture, the picture was a lot more than he could deal with at the moment, especially once confronted with the reality.
“He means to say ‘nice to meet you, too’, but his manners are still out at the dry cleaners.” He felt the moment her green eyes turned from him to her witness, and he relaxed ever so slightly.
“They do get filthy sometimes, or so I’m told.” And she had jokes, dark humor with a dash of double entendre, in her soft voice, the color of a New England autumn. The Fates should probably just kill him now to save on the paperwork.
Buy Links
·         Lachesis Publishing: http://lachesispublishing.com/?product=give-me-shelter
·         Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/give-me-shelter
·         Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405307

Connect with Alexis D. Craig online:

* CONTEST *

Leave a comment below (with email address) and your name will be thrown into the hat to win:
1st Prize - $15 gift card to Bookstrand (where you can buy Alexis' book!)
2nd Prize - eBook copy of Give Me Shelter

Every stop on this tour is eligible for the same contest.
You may enter by leaving a comment and email address on every stop.
That's up to 12 entries!!!

Winner to be drawn on April 2nd