Friday, November 30, 2012

Country Music Friday - "How Country Feels" by Randy Houser

I've always said that certain songs inspire me to write. Well folks, this is one of them. However, this song didn't actually come out until after my book, Zane, was released. But I swear if I had to pick a theme song for my book it would definitely be this one. I used to think it would be "Country Boy's World" by Jason Aldean, but this song seems more fitting:-) 

Have a great weekend everyone and enjoy!

Thursday, November 29, 2012

"Sound of the Heart" by Genevieve Graham Blog Tour

From Genevieve Graham, author of Under the Same Sky, comes a sweeping romantic historical novel of one man’s strange gift and dangerous battles…
Dougal MacDonnell, a fierce warrior from the Highlands of Scotland, is able to hear the thoughts of other men and dream how the future will unfold. Devastated by the loss of his family during the Battle of Culloden in 1746, he fosters a deep hatred for the English. But when Glenna, the love of his life and a Scottish outlaw, is captured and shipped overseas, Dougal is forced to join an English army made of vanquished Scots. Now fighting on the side of his sworn enemies, he embarks on a journey that will take him across the seas to the colonies. There he will risk everything for the chance to find his true love.

Release Date: May 1, 2012
Genre: Historical Romance 
Formats: Trade Paperback/All eBook types
Pages: 336
Publisher: Berkley Sensation / Penguin US

Please enjoy this excerpt from "Sound of the Heart":
“How ye manage to be such a skilled hunter, I’ll ne’er understand,” she said. “I could hear ye breathin’ a mile away.”
“Ye’ve the ears of a squirrel,” he grumbled.
She nodded, then returned to her earlier line of questioning. “What were ye doin’ there?”
“I came to see . . . I was worried that . . . I thought maybe . . .” He winced, realising how pathetic he sounded. He leaned down to pluck a tiny purple flower from the grass and snapped the bloom between his fingers.
“You were worried? About me? Since when? After all ye’ve seen me do, ye’d ken that most of the time I’m just fine on my own, thank ye very much.” She glared at him. “I’m no’ delicate flower, Dougal MacDonnell.” She gestured toward the torn flower between his fingers. “I’m no’ shrinkin’ violet, either. If I’m a flower at all, I’m maybe . . .” She paused and grabbed the crushed flower from Dougal’s grip. “Maybe I’m a thistle. Ye’d best not squeeze me too hard.” She slid her knife back into its sheath, keeping shrewd eyes on him. “Ye know what? I’m sick o’ this, Dougal. O’ the way ye treat me these days. I’m no different, but ye are. What is it wi’ ye? Why do ye sneak around behind me all the time, watchin’? Why can ye no’ be yerself anymore?”
He shrugged. “I’ve no idea.”
“Ye’d best just say it,” she demanded. “For if ye dinna speak yer mind, this will never ease between us an’ it will end badly.”
“I canna say what I am thinkin’, because I dinna ken what it is.”
“Ye do.”
“I don’t.”
She shoved his shoulder and he stepped obligingly back. She came closer and pushed him again, harder this time. He frowned and his backward movement was less.
“That’s right,” she said. Her eyes glittered with anger. “I’m askin’ ye to be the man ye were. The man ye are now isna worth a pot to piss in. Ye dinna speak of anythin’ worthwhile, ye dinna laugh, ye dinna do anythin’! Ye’re dull as a stone!” She shoved him hard again. This time he tripped back, then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, holding it in place.
“Don’t do this,” he said, almost pleading.
In response, she slapped his face with the hand he wasn’t holding. He shook his head to clear the sting, then grabbed that wrist as well. She leaned toward him, trying to put her face in front of his, but he was a foot taller. She hissed up at him through bared teeth.
“Do somethin’, Dougal MacDonnell. Dinna turn into some ninny. Do somethin’.”
“I dinna have to do anythin’. I’ve no need to prove myself.”
“Oh no? Then why is it ye’re spendin’ so much time talkin’ of things that dinna matter? Why do ye try to do more than ye did before? Ye need to show me what a big man ye are? Is that it?”
“No . . .” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.
She pressed even closer to him. Her voice lowered to a dangerous level, almost a whisper. Almost the sound he’d heard her make in her sleep. “Do ye think I canna take care o’ myself anymore? Is that why ye came out here jus’ now? Well, I can do jus’ fine on my own, sir. I heard ye comin’, an’ I’d hear that lot if they came within a mile o’ me.”
Dougal felt the air buzzing between them, felt the pulse hammering in her wrists beneath his fingertips. Her eyes were furious, glowering at him like blue flames, challenging him.
“What do ye want?” he demanded. “What do ye want me to do?”
“Anythin’! Just be the Dougal ye were, man. Dinna tend to me as if I were a child. I’m still me. Why aren’t you still you? Do something, Dougal. Do something!”
So he kissed her. He dropped her wrists and seized the sides of her face, bringing her lips to his. She pulled instinctively away, but he held on, kissing her mouth, slightly open with surprise. He touched the skin he had longed to touch ever since he’d first found out the truth about her. It was warm, hot even, because she was angry. He felt his own face warm as he sank into the kiss.
She was so small, just like she’d said. Despite what she claimed, the bones he held between his hands were so wee, so delicate, fitting into the palms of his hands like she was made to be there. He slid one hand down her back so it rested on her waist and pulled her snug against him. He felt her body adjust, felt her muscles bunch up in response. Yes! Yes, this was what he’d been wanting. His blood sang, tingling his fingers, dancing in his lips—
And she bit him. He yelped and stepped back, rubbing his lower lip.
“What—” he cried, but she was there first.
         “What was that?” she shrieked.

About the Author:
Genevieve Graham graduated from the University of Toronto in 1986 with a Bachelor of Music in Performance (playing oboe). While on a ski vacation in Alberta she met a really cute guy in the chairlift line-up and they skied together for two days. After the second day she decided she had to have him ... permanently. The couple (now husband & wife) subsequently moved to Calgary and brought two beautiful and talented daughters into the world. They have recently settled in a small, peaceful town in Nova Scotia and are loving their quiet life.

Writing became an essential part of Genevieve's life a few years ago, when she began to write her debut novel, "Under the Same Sky". Her second book, "Sound of the Heart" was released on May 1, 2012.

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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

"Under Cover Rebel" by Morgan K. Wyatt Blog Tour

Emily Sewell couldn't remember when she fell in love with her neighbor, Gray Masterson. He unfortunately didn't really notice her as a woman until the eve of his leaving to fight in the Civil War. A magical evening ensued with him asking her to wait for him. News that he's been killed on the battlefield propels her into action. She knows he is alive - she just has to find him. The only thing between her and her true love is miles of swamp land, a major war, and her own doubts. Emily wrestles with Gray's possible death, imprisonment, or that he's unwilling to return to her. Can a sheltered Southern Belle navigate the horrors of war to retrieve her fiancé? Emily is willing to try.

Release Date: July 9, 2012
Genre: Romantic Suspense  
Formats: All eBook types
Publisher: Crimson Romance

Please enjoy this excerpt from "Under Cover Rebel":
Gray’s lips curved upward. “All the Sewells are good looking. It’s commonplace to hear your family mentioned as one of the most comely of the county.”
Emily’s heart took a nosedive like a crow spying a piece of corn. Sure, she heard they were a comely family, but never thought much of it. Comely could mean there were no hunchbacks or cross-eyed cousins. She’d thought perhaps he only commented on her, especially wearing the green satin. No, such praise was too much to hope for.
“Hey there, sugah, what’s with the long face?” Gray raised his hand to place two fingers under her chin, tilting it upwards toward his gaze.
His unexpected action caused her fingers to loosen on her fan and it slipped from her hand. He called her sugar. Mother would hate it and call it common, inappropriate at any time. If only she could grab the word, the look in his eyes, and the feeling inside her, and wrap it, all in cotton batting to store away like a precious keepsake. If only this moment, wait, his lips moved, could it get any better?
“You’ve always been a delightful sprite following your brother and me around. Townsend called you a nuisance, but I never minded. Your high spirits, your curiosity, your courage always impressed me.” Gray ended with a wink.
“It did?” Emily squeaked. She didn’t sound like the belle of the ball. More like her nine-year-old cousin than a femme fatale. Maybe Eileen could get her money back on the potion. Still, Gray called her beautiful, winked at her, and touched her. So far, he brought to life almost every one of her romantic daydreams, except one. His face grew larger. Oh my, he was going to kiss her. Her heart beat double time, making it hard to breathe. Inadvertently, she squeezed her eyes shut, but opened them again, not wanting to miss a second.
Voices getting closer broke through Emily’s rapt contemplation of Gray’s lips. Whirling, tugging on his arm, she urged him down the gravel path.
“Let’s check out the gazebo down by the river,” she commented, hoping Gray could read her unspoken message. The gazebo stood isolated at the edge of the property.
As they walked, greeting people casually, Emily worried Gray wouldn’t kiss her at all. Her skirt bumped against an azalea bush, scattering the deep pink blossoms and releasing their fragrance into the air. Maybe he wasn’t going to kiss her. Maybe she imagined it all. What would she say to Gray? How could she extract herself from this embarrassing situation? A woman they passed teased Gray about how handsome he looked in his uniform. Shaking off her internal monologue, Emily spotted the offender, Elizabeth Anne, and bestowed upon her one of Eileen’s specialties - the gimlet glare with the smug smile. Elizabeth stumbled back a step, obviously interpreting the message correctly. The potion just kicked in.
The people thinned out, and they managed a few more steps without any interruptions. The gazebo with its fresh coat of white paint gleamed like a beacon. Gray walked by her side in a companionable silence. What was he thinking? Looking up at him, furrowing her brow, Gray laughed and dropped a kiss on her brow.
Without thinking, she said, “You kissed me.”
“No, not a kiss. I was just trying to smooth out those worry lines in your forehead. Would you like for me to kiss you?” Waiting for her response, his eyes twinkled.
“Oh yes,” Emily sighed the words, giving voice to her most ardent wish. Gray swept her into his arms, causing her to stumble backwards. He only held her tighter. His lips swooped down on hers. My goodness his lips were soft, yet firm. He smelled so good. The sandalwood aroma wrapped around her along with his arms. The length of his muscular body pressed up against hers, causing her hoop skirt to bell out behind her.
The kiss ended too soon. Staring into Gray’s darkened eyes; the thought of another kiss drew her up on her toes closer to his lips when voices rounding the path corner caused them both to move apart. Emily murmured under her breath. “Damn people.”
It must have been loud enough for Gray to hear because he laughed and attempted to cover it with a cough. Angling his head in her direction, away from the approaching people, he winked, mouthing words she couldn’t quite make out. He turned to greet the group of people. Joseph Calhoun stepped forward in his Confederacy uniform and began pontificating about the strength of the Southern States. Emily caught the eye of Virginia Hammer, who looked supremely bored with her beau’s choice of topic. She’d probably heard Joseph’s impassioned speech more than a few times already.

About the Author:
Morgan as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.

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Twitter: morgankawyatt@morgankwyatt

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Monday, November 26, 2012

Great Holiday:-)

One holiday down and another to go:-) Started wrapping presents this weekend and will finish up when the stuff I ordered on Black Friday arrives. I had a great Thanksgiving with my husband, son and in-laws. Man, my in-laws sure know how to do Thanksgiving dinner! We were stuffed and happy when we left there...and they sent us home with leftovers which was awesome. But as much as I enjoyed the food it was the quality time with my loved ones that I enjoyed the most.

How was your holiday?

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Today I'd like to take the time to tell you about some other things in my life that I am thankful for. I started off the week with family and loved ones and today I'd like to continue that with my very special friends. I feel so grateful and blessed to have the friends that I do. They are always so thoughtful and I can go to them for anything. And they are also a blast to hang out with! So with that--Ashley, Jenn, Megan--thank you all for being a part of my life! And I can't forget my author friends--MK & Krista--thank you both for everything! I am so happy we met and that I can lean on you for advice. You both are always so helpful and I appreciate you very much! 

Moving onto other things I'm thankful for...

This is hard for me because I'd really like to break it down and go into detail about everything, but in an effort to keep this post fairly short I'll just say that I am thankful for my life in general. Thankful that I have a job, a home, friends, family & loved ones. Thankful that there are men and women who risk their lives everyday for my freedom. Thankful that I live in a country where I have the ability to wear what I want, say what I want, and write what I want. Thankful that I have found something I thoroughly enjoy doing and thankful that I have readers who are as awesome as all of you are! 

So with that I am going to end my post and wish you all a safe, blessed and wonderful Thanksgiving! I hope you take the time today to reflect on the things you are thankful for and enjoy being with your friends and loved ones.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Things I am Thankful for – Post #1

November has arrived (obviously, lol) and with that brings the start of the holiday season. I absolutely adore the holidays—even with all the chaos that comes with it. Luckily I get to avoid the stress of holiday travel because all of my loved ones are within a half hour of where I live :-) Seriously though, I’ve been seeing a lot of people do this “30 Days of Thanks” thing on Facebook and Twitter and I think it’s a really great and fun idea. I’m a little late to the party, but here goes. This first post is dedicated to my family.

My husband: Gosh, where to begin? He is truly one amazing man. I have so much admiration for him and I feel so blessed to have him in my life. He works so hard to provide for our little family (a lot harder than any other man I know) and I appreciate all that he does. But I think the best part of our relationship is that even though we love each other we are also best friends. We were friends for about eight months before we started dating, and I think it’s that foundation of friendship that keeps us going strong and respectful of each other.

My son: I don’t think anyone can truly understand the wonderful blessing of a child until you have one of your own (not necessarily giving birth to a child but to care for one and nurture them as they grow into adults). My son is the greatest gift I have ever received. He makes me laugh and smile everyday and also warms my heart with the little things he does that are so darn precious. I just love that kid so much!

My mother: She is my confidant and my rock. I literally would not survive if she were not a part of my life. When I’m feeling down and need someone to lean on, she’s always there. I can count on her for anything and I feel so blessed to have her for my mother.

My mother-in-law & father-in-law: I honest to God have the BEST in-laws anyone could ask for. My mother-in-law is seriously one of my best friends. If ever need anything I can always turn to her for support and advice. She is also one great shopping companion! That woman has the best sense of style and I’d like to thank her for helping me evolve into a more stylish person :-) And my father-in-law can always be counted on for advice—whether it be on how to fix something or how to handle a situation. I love them both very much.

My sister-in-law: She’s just great :-) I really enjoy the time we get to spend together and she is an amazing baker/cook. She and my mother-in-law are the ones who got me into cake decorating and going to those classes with them was so much fun!

My Aunt Jan, Uncle Floyd and Cousin Kristi: They are seriously my second family. I’ve always thought of my Aunt Jan & Uncle Floyd as second parents and my cousin Kristi as a sister. I love them all very much and can count on them for anything!

My maternal grandmother and uncle: Both very caring and wonderful people! I always favored my grandmother growing up because she never lied to me or gave me the “G” version of things, LOL. Growing up my favorite movie was Steel Magnolias and at my young age I didn’t understand everything in that movie. So of course I asked my grandmother and she graciously answered my questions. A few years ago I was telling this story to my mother and the look on her face was priceless when I told her about one specific question I asked and the answer my grandmother gave me. Too funny :-)

My paternal grandparents: They are the most down-home, country type people I know. They’ve been through so much the past few years—both dealing with various cancers and my grandmother having a double mastectomy earlier this year. They are survivors for sure and I’m so thankful to still have them around after all they’ve been through.

My brother: Even though we don’t talk much now and really haven’t since we grew into adults, I am thankful that he was a part of my life growing up. I don’t think I would have had the same childhood had he not been around.

My father: I am thankful that he is a part of my life and for doing the little things he could throughout the years. He’s been through so much these past few years and I hope that one day things will turn around for him and he won’t have so much on his shoulders.

That’s where I’m going to stop for today :-) I have a very, very large family (it would take me forever to say something about each and every one of them!) and I am honestly thankful to have all of them in my life.

Who are some of the people you are most thankful for?

Friday, November 16, 2012

Country Music Friday "I Did It For The Girl" by Greg Bates

I LOVE this song! No matter what's going on it can put me in a great mood. So simple and so sweet:-)

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Holidays Are Coming!

I just adore this time of year when the leaves change colors and the weather cools down. Along with the change of scenery, I also really enjoy the holiday season. I come from a divorced family so the holidays have always been a bit of a challenge--but I think we've finally got things down to a science:-)  When my husband and I first started dating we'd go to my dad's house first, then my husband's parents' house, and then round off the day at my mom's. Talk about stuffed! Luckily my mother is very lenient and for the past few years has offered to host her Thanksgiving dinner the weekend before the actual holiday. So that's what we'll be doing this weekend:-) The dinner is held at my grandmother's house and she always makes a Turkey with dumplings (the flat kind, not the biscuit) and that is my favorite part of the meal. We also have mashed potatoes and gravy, greens, regular stuffing and oyster stuffing, sweet potatoes and then finish off with dessert of pumpkin pie or apple pie. After dinner we always just sit around, chat, and watch a movie--ya know, since our bellies are so full:-) And my wonderful grandmother always sends us home with leftovers so we don't have to worry with making dinner the next night. Love her!

So that's what I'll be doing this weekend. What are some of your holiday traditions?

Monday, November 12, 2012

I’ve Got Something To Tell You...

So as you may have noticed I’ve not been very active with the blog lately. Trust me it’s not that I don’t want to be, it’s just that life is just starting to catch up with me a little bit :-) I know I have mentioned this little bit of information in interviews I’ve done recently, but just in case you missed those I wanted to share with you that my husband and I will be welcoming a new little bundle of joy into our family. Sometime within the next six weeks or so our baby girl will be born into the world and we couldn’t be happier. As I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy I’m trying to do all I can to prepare for our little girl’s arrival and I’ll admit that this was a lot easier the first time around when we had our son because there wasn’t a toddler running around un-doing everything I just did, LOL. But seriously, I don’t want you all to feel like I’ve forgotten about you because, trust me, I haven’t. Life is just a little crazy right now with the holidays approaching and our baby girl due very soon—so I’m feeling just a little bit overwhelmed.
I am still participating in virtual blog tours and, as always, welcome authors to visit my blog anytime. If you have a new release or a book you’d like to promote just let me know and I’ll be happy to help you out by doing an author/book spotlight for you. I also have a backlog of reviews that I need to post. I’ve read so many books over the past months but just haven’t had the time to write up my thoughts about them—so keep an eye out for those (I’ll probably go back to posting those on Wednesdays like I used to do). And, of course, I’m still writing. Norah and Chase’s story is coming along but, I’ll be honest, I haven’t had much time to work on it lately. But don’t worry! I’m still shooting for a Spring/Summer 2013 release. I can’t just leave you guys hanging like that :-) I’ll try to give you little sneak peeks of my WIP along the way.
In addition to book related posts I’ll still be doing my “Country Music Friday’s” because I just love sharing with you all some of my favorite songs and songs that inspire me to write. I’ll also probably start posting some more personal (and totally random) things about the happenings in my daily life so you all can get to know me better :-)
So that’s what’s going on and why you all haven’t seen much of me lately. I do promise to make an honest effort not to bore you all to death with my posts and to keep things as interesting as I possibly can. I value each and every one of you and thank you all so much for taking the time out of your day to read my little blog—because without you this wouldn’t exist. Thank you all very much for being a part of my life!
Oh! And don’t forget to follow me on Facebook or Twitter. I share some different things on those networks that I don’t post on my blog and I can interact with you more easily through those :-)
Talk to y’all soon!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Announcing the Winner of "Just a Cowboy and His Baby"!

I would like to start off by thanking each and every one of you for stopping by to support Carolyn and for entering the contest to win an ARC copy of Just a Cowboy and His Baby! There were so many entries and you guys really know your Carolyn Brown trivia :-) With that being said, I'd like to announce that the winner is.......

Jen (Jenlyou1@.....)


Thank you all so much for stopping by and I hope you have a great weekend!

Country Music Friday "Cruise" by Florida Georgia Line

Loving this song! Makes me think of summer time and wishing for warmer weather :-)

Monday, November 5, 2012

Author Carolyn Brown Stops by for a Visit!

I'm am so pleased today to be hosting none other than romance author Carolyn Brown! Carolyn is visiting with us today to talk a little bit about her new cowboy romance coming out on December 4th, Just a Cowboy and His Baby. Here's what it's about:

She's Got Her Eyes on the Prize...
Gemma O'Donnell wasn't the first woman to win the ProRodeo buckle for bronc riding, but she was darn well going to be the second. What she didn't count on was her main competition sweeping her off her feet.

He'll Do Whatever It Takes To Win...
Trace Coleman isn't really after a title—he needs the cash prize to buy his dream ranch. But one sexy, determined cowgirl keeps getting in his way. In his effort to take her out of the running, he risks losing both the title—and his heart.

They're Both in For a Little Surprise...
Everybody's world is turned upside down when a pint-sized bundle of joy gets dropped right into Trace's lap...and suddenly all the stakes are higher.

Please enjoy this excerpt from Just a Cowboy and His Baby:

Evil shot from his dark eyes. The air around him crackled when he raised his head and
glared at her. He’d been bred, born, and raised for that night and she didn’t have a chance
against his wiles. He was bigger than she was and he knew it. He was meaner and he’d
prove it.
Gemma O’Donnell didn’t give a damn how big or how mean he was. She
intended to be in control from the minute she mounted him. The message from the set
of his head and unwavering stare said that she was an idiot not to shake in her cowgirl
boots. She glared right back, her dark green eyes meeting his near black ones and locking
through the metal bars separating them.
He dared.
She challenged.
She hiked a leg up to the first rung on the chute, and two hands circled her waist
from behind to help her. Her heart slipped in an extra beat at the cowboy’s big hands
touching her, but she attributed it to nerves. She glanced over her shoulder into the
sexiest brown eyes she’d ever seen, all dreamy and soft with heavy dark lashes.
“Thanks,” she said.
“My pleasure. Go get ’em, darlin’.” His voice went with the rest of the package:
a deep Texas drawl that sounded like it should have been singing country songs in
Nashville, not riding wild broncs on the PRCA Million Dollar Rodeo Tour.
Dammit, Trace Coleman. You pulled a slick one, but it’s not going to work. You
are not going to throw me off my game, she thought as she slung a leg over the top and
locked eyes with the wild creature again. She had a horse to ride and even though his coat
was as white as the driven snow, the look in his black eyes said that he could run Lucifer
some serious competition when it came to meanness.
His name was Smokin’ Joe and he was a rodeo legend. Cowboys said that he
could see right into the soul of a rider and could feel the fear he’d struck in their hearts.
Well, Gemma wasn’t afraid of Smokin’-damn-Joe. He wasn’t a bit meaner than the bronc
out on Rye’s ranch that she’d trained on, and she’d shown him who was boss. Smokin’
Joe was just the next bronc in a long line, so he could take his evil glare and suck it up.
Tonight she was the boss. She didn’t care if the other riders had made bets about how
quickly into the ride he’d throw her off into the dust. She’d show them all, cowboys and
bronc alike, that a cowgirl had come to town.
She had two options.
Number one: Stay on his back for eight seconds and show him she was the boss.
Number two: Wreck.
There was no in between, and “almost” did not count. Gemma didn’t allow
herself to think the word wreck, not even when the almighty Trace Coleman produced
a smile that would part the clouds. He was well over six feet tall, dark haired, and light
brown eyes. She’d done her homework on all the cowboys. She knew most of them
personally from the rodeo rounds, but she’d only known Trace by picture and reputation.
Both of which intrigued her to no end. When she’d seen him in action in San Antonio, the
heat level of the whole great state of Texas jacked up twenty more degrees. His swagger,
his broad chest, and his body had said that Gemma was in deep trouble. But it was that
deep sexy Texas drawl that brought on images of tangled sheets, lots and lots of heat, and
a warm oozy feeling called an afterglow flitting through her mind.
Trace might have just meant to be charming and helpful, holding his hand out
to assist her in climbing the chute, but Gemma wasn’t buying his brand of bullshit. He
wasn’t stupid, and the twinkle in his eye said he knew exactly how his touch affected
a woman. Besides, his gaggle of rodeo groupies were proof positive of that. In San
Antonio, Austin, Redding, and Reno, Gemma had seen them circling him like a chocolate
addict set loose with free rein in a candy store. Oh, yes, without a single doubt Trace
knew how to turn a woman’s mind to mush, and she’d lay dollars to horse apples that he
played it to the nth degree.
Just like Smokin’ Joe, Trace Coleman had met his match. Gemma intended to
win that big shiny belt buckle in Las Vegas come December and leave Trace Coleman
along with his scanty-dressed groupies in a cloud of dust. She had a big construction-
paper lucky horseshoe tacked to the door of her travel trailer, and every time she won,
she rewarded herself by pasting a small shamrock on it. After the final ride, it would be
matted and framed and hung in her beauty shop, and all the cowboys who’d given her a
hard time could crawl up under a mesquite bush and lick their wounds.
Any other time and any other place she might have flirted with Trace. Cowboys
were definitely her thing, and he sent out vibes that dug deep into her gut. But this was
the rodeo circuit. For the next six months, Gemma O’Donnell had her job cut out for her
and there was no room for Trace or any other cowboy.
Damn his sorry old hide, anyway! He was the top-seeded contestant in the tour
and ten thousand dollars ahead of her. Staying on Smokin’ Joe’s back a full eight seconds
could knock Trace off that pedestal in a tailspin—if thinking about his dreamy eyes
didn’t ruin her score. She took a deep breath and put him out of her mind. If he thought
his cute little grin and deep voice could mess her up, then he could smear ketchup on his
chaps and eat them for supper. And slap a little taco sauce on his spurs and have them for

So how many of you would like to win an advanced reader copy of Just a Cowboy and His Baby? Wow! That's a lot of hands:-) Well today Carolyn will be giving away ONE free copy of her newest cowboy romance to one lucky person. Check out the details below on how you can win.

BONUS: Don't forget to leave a comment on this post letting Carolyn know just how excited you are about her new book!

I will be announcing the lucky winner this Friday, so be sure to stop by and see if it's you! Good luck to everyone who enters! And thank you Carolyn for the awesome giveaway!

Thanks for reading!