The Power of Passion

It's Here! DISCARDED COWBOYS

2011-12-28T00:46:00.000-08:00

DISCARDED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 2 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Double Penetration |Anal Sex |Toys
http://bookstrand.com/discarded-cowboys

About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

About DISCARDED COWBOYS:

When Talaitha helps capture two werewolves for her Gypsy clan’s traveling sideshow, she must also cage her untamed desire for the naked, erotic shifter cowboys who have declared her to be their mate. She knows that Romani could never mix with creatures of night, even if werewolves hadn’t been responsible for her mother’s untimely death.

Allowing herself to be drawn into Drew and Russell’s seductive struggle for dominance over one another, and their beautiful Gypsy as well, would mean certain retribution from her father, the shifter-hating clan leader who has secrets of his own. So when the werewolves’ plan for escape involves a kidnapping, Talaitha won’t be taken without a fight—and in order to truly claim her, her Western heroes will have to rescue her from the enemy she never knew she had.

ADULT ONLY Excerpt:

Drew gave her a lopsided, but no less dangerous, grin. “What do you say, beauty? Make up for lockin’ us in here by bringin’ your erotic scent closer. Let Russell stroke that silken skin while I make him come.”

Her heart skipped two beats at the fire in his eyes, but she curled her lip. “I would never be part of that. I won’t even watch you do such a sordid thing.”

“Oh, you’ll watch.” Drew let the hand closest to her wander over the curve of Russell’s ass, and something began to hum low in her pelvis. “You won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll stare while your mate gets claimed by his alpha—and wish to God you were on the other side of these bars.”

His hips pulled slowly away from Russell, and both men’s eyes fluttered. From where she was standing she couldn’t see Drew’s cock, but she knew it was rigid, like the one that was red and throbbing beneath Russell. He eased out of Russell’s hole, and a quick thrust shoved his hips back against Russell’s ass. His motions were hard enough for her to see Russell’s balls bouncing beneath him. Russell’s unrelenting gaze finally released her as Drew’s motions appeared to sweep him off to somewhere distant. Somewhere Talaitha could not go.

Drew was right about one thing. Despite the inner voice whispering for her to run away, she couldn’t stop watching. She was mesmerized by the sleek, glistening lines of their male bodies as they rocked in a passion she’d never before witnessed. Drew’s seduction and claiming of Russell thoroughly separated her from them while at the same time drawing her in. She couldn’t decide whether she felt shut out of their bond, or if she was an inexplicable part of it.

Drew’s thrusts grew harder and more desperate as his eyes squeezed shut and sweat trickled down his neck. He was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. So was Russell, his hair hanging long over the face contorted in what might have been misconstrued as pain if she didn’t know better.

“I ache for her,” Russell said in a gruff, throaty tone, challenging her opinion about his discomfort.

Drew shot her a smoldering glance. “Then buck this hot ass against me harder, and I’ll help you do somethin’ about it when I’m finished.”

Talaitha’s fingers dug into her palms as Russell began rocking back on his hands, slapping his rear against Drew’s hips. Drew threw his head back with a groan that pebbled gooseflesh on her arms. With one last thrust, he rammed his cock deep and let out a feral growl. His body shook visibly as he released himself inside Russell, who moaned in response with his eyes squeezed tight. Her feet finally began to shuffle forward, drawn to the call of their animal passion.

Weird Holiday Wednesday

2011-12-07T08:54:00.000-08:00

I'm starting a new monthly feature! The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

December Holidays:

4: National Dice Day
5: Bathtub Party Day
5: International Ninja Day
23: Festivus

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-11-25T00:32:00.000-08:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Ride 'em, cowboy! This is definitely a good match for my DISGRACED COWBOYS work in progress. Saddle up!

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-11-18T00:31:00.000-08:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Hello, shoulders! And hello, inspiration for my in-progress Lone Wolves of Shay Falls title, DISGRACED COWBOYS. Although Lord have mercy, there is certainly no disgrace in looking this good!

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-11-11T00:08:00.000-08:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Oh, the things a good pair of tighties can do! This guy is just begging to be in book 4 of my Lone Wolves of Shay Falls series...and just call me a "can-do" sort of gal!

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-11-04T00:04:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Ooh, here's a hunk that I'd definitely say is offering inspiration for my current Novel Writing Month challenge book, FULL MOON FIRE. This is book 1 of my new Hollywood Wolves MM/shifter series. ow-oooo!

Weird Holiday Wednesday

2011-11-02T08:52:00.000-07:00

I'm starting a new monthly feature! The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

November Holidays:

1 Give Up Your Shoulds Day
15: I Love To Write Day !!
19: World Toilet Day

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-10-28T00:57:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Hoo-ya! This month I released a Halloween-themed erotic short titled THE SEX HEX, in which a man is lured in by a sexy spell that will compel him to sleep with the witch who cast it--until it kills him. The gauzy black fabric reminds me of the dress I wrote for the witch character, and boy if only I had such magical powers!

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-10-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Okay, this photo is different than anything I've ever posted. Granted, I'm not a big fan of smoking and rarely write characters who do, but there's just something so innately HOT about the way the smoke is curling around his face. Holy Hotness, Batman, but this makes me want to write a superhero erotic short!

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-10-14T00:52:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Okay, I've written several bondage/spanking scenes over the past year, so this one really caught my eye. The blindfold is a nice touch!

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-10-09T00:30:00.000-07:00

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE

Here's another six comes from my work in progress, DISGRACED COWBOYS--Book 3 of the Lone Wolves of Shay Falls series.

The smile Marcus unleashed caught her completely off balance. “I ain't aimin' to pay you for sex, darlin'. When I have you, it’ll be because you’re beggin’ me for it.”

Cocky bastard, saying “when” as though getting her in bed was some sort of predestined certainty.

“Clearly you don’t know me if you think I'd ever beg a guy for sex,” Brandi said, reaching down to unconsciously finger the spiral tattoo on her hip.

“Oh, I know a fact or two that might surprise you.”

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-10-07T00:44:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Mercy, my mouth spontaneously watered the second I saw this...and I will definitely be writing a cold shower scene to cool off!

Weird Holiday Wednesday

2011-10-05T08:49:00.000-07:00

I'm starting a new monthly feature! The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

October Holidays:

6: Mad Hatter Day
17: National Clean Your Virtual Desktop Day
29: Internet Day

It's Here! COMPROMISING CONNECTIONS

2011-10-05T00:32:00.000-07:00

Compromising Connections By J. Rose Allister
Ellora's Cave Sex Bytes line
Erotic | BDSM | Spanking | Sex Toys | Anal Sex |Exhibitionism
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When Gillian receives an erotic striptease video on her cell phone that was meant for someone else, she winds up making a cellular connection she never dreamed of. The seductive, mysterious sender soon inspires her to indulge in phone sex in places she never dared. With this kind of stimulation, the back booth in a bar, or huddled in her cubicle at work, seems perfectly acceptable.

Her partner in these stolen moments of illicit bliss is unbelievably hot, daring and ready to take on every naughty toy in her nightstand drawer. Kent Johnson stirs things inside her that are almost too good to be true. When he turns out to be her boss after a company transfer, she wants to show Kent she can take any position he’ll offer—either in the office or in his bed. But corporate policy forbids company fraternization, and it’s a rule the boss won’t compromise…even for her. Gillian’s lonely nights are destined to return unless they can find a way to steam up the boardroom without jeopardizing their careers.

Excerpt:

R Excerpt:

Gillian stroked across the touchpad of her phone to pull up the text message. Since she hadn’t had a chance to input anyone’s information yet, there was no name on it. “Congratulations on this special day,” it read. Some kind of video was attached. Who was sending her a birthday message now? Maybe Dahlia was texting her from the ladies’ room. Gillian snorted at the thought, but then wrinkled her nose when she wondered what kind of video she’d be sending from inside a bathroom stall.

“She’d better not be sending me video of the toilet flushing,” Gillian said to no one as she pressed the tiny video preview. Up popped a full-screen still of a man she did not know. A hot-looking one, too. His chiseled face was frozen in close-up, lit by a sexy smile and shining blue eyes. His ash-blond hair was cropped short and combed back from his forehead. The Play arrow sat on top of the image, begging her to find out what Mr. Hottie had to say. Curious, she pressed it.

“Hey there,” he said, in such a deep, yet personable tone that she could almost believe he was looking right out at her. “This is a very special night in your life, one I sincerely wish I could be there for. But I’m about to make it even more memorable.”

The more he talked, the sexier he got, though she detected a slur suggesting that he, too, had been hitting drinks stuffed with little umbrellas. He winked and flashed a toothpaste-model smile. When that wider grin unleashed a dimple, Gillian felt her stomach jump. Damn, she was a sucker for dimples. Her mystery man hadn’t lied. Even if his message cut off right now, it had already made her day more memorable. Who talked him into recording this little greeting? Dahlia seemed a likely suspect. The lighting on his end was too bright to think he was someone here at the bar, though. Maybe Dahlia recorded it earlier and snuck off just now to send it.

“You once told me you’d rather turn gay than tie the knot,” the sexy male went on. Gillian frowned while he arched a brow at the camera. “As your best man, it would be highly remiss of me if I didn’t put that claim to the test. As your best friend, it’s my duty to be sure you’re headed for eternal bliss, not everlasting regret.” He took a couple steps back from the camera until she could see his tight brown t-shirt, clinging to an obviously toned upper half. “So, despite unwaveringly heterosexual leanings, I make this noble sacrifice to give you one last chance to consider switching sides.”

Gillian blinked at the screen, confused. “What the hell?”

The man reached over to something, and loud, thumping music blared from her speaker. She jerked and grabbed the phone, stabbing at buttons until she figured out how to dial down the volume. Her head whipped around, but no one was looking. Being alone in a rear booth at least had some advantages.

She scowled back down at the video. Obviously, this message wasn’t meant for her at all. This guy had sent it to the wrong number. Her finger hovered over the display, ready to shut the video off, but what he did next froze her in place and shot her eyes wide.

Mr. Wrong Number began to bump and grind to the music like a hot male stripper angling for a hundred-dollar tip. Gillian’s mouth fell open. How embarrassing for the poor guy, sending a message intended for a male friend to a stranger instead. She would just die! Then again, she’d never have the balls to send out a text like that in the first place. The right thing to do would be to turn the video off, pronto. Yet when his eyes engaged hers with an erotic smolder, the message was no longer someone else’s bachelor joke. This was her private party.

He ran his hands through his short hair, his biceps flexing with the movement. Then he dropped them to the edge of his shirt, skimming it upward with a slow tease while the air around Gillian grew warmer. The shirt came off at last, and the guy swung it around over his head.

“Mother of heaven,” Gillian said in a shocked whisper.

Too Yummy Tuesday

2011-10-04T00:08:00.000-07:00

On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books, or those of some special guest authors! Today I welcome Kellie Kamryn, who shares her recipe for Red Velvet Cake!

Everyone needs cake at a birthday party, and Missy Harder is no different even though she wishes she wasn't celebrating with her zany family.

Recipe for Red Velvet Cake & Icing

Cake Ingredients:

1/2 cup of butter/margarine
1 & 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 tablespoon of cocoa
1/4 cup red food coloring
1 teaspoon salt
2 & 1/2 cups of flour
1 cup of buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vinegar

Directions:

1.Cream butter/margaring thoroughly. Add sugar gradually, and cream 'til fluffy. Add eggs 1 at a time, beating after each addition.
2. Make a paste of the cocoa, food coloring and salt. Add to the butter mixture.
3. Mix vanilla with the buttermilk.
4. Mix the baking soda with vingegar.
5. Fold the buttermilk mixture in with the soda/vinegar mixture.
6. Add flour alternately with the buttermilk mixture - start and end with the flour. Mix 'til smooth. Pour into 2 9" or 1 13"x9" greased and floured cake pans. Bake at 350F for 35-40 min.

Icing
Ingredients

5 tablespoons of flour
1 cup of icing sugar
1 cup of milk
1 cup of butter, softened
1 teaspoon of vanilla

Directions:

1. Make a paste with the flour and some of the milk in a saucepan. Mix the rest of the milk in with the paste 'til smooth. Cook over medium heat until thick. Let cool well so it won't melt the butter.
2. Cream the rest of the ingredients with an electric mixer. Add the cooled flour mixture 1 teaspoon at a time to make sure the icing is smooth and fluffy.

MONKEYS, SEX AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES
by Kellie Kamryn
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Blurb: Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet with her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sam is dying to see if the connection they have is real. Humiliated in front of Sam by her brother's pet capuchin at her surprise birthday party, she wants nothing more than to be left alone. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that humor will get you through anything, and sometimes great sex and love sneak up on you when you least expect it.

Excerpt (Rated R):

“Quite a party,” he commented.

“Quite. It’s not every day my family descends on me, conspires to have me meet my dream man in person, only to humiliate me in front of him. Several times.” She shoved a forkful into her mouth. Then she pointed the fork at him. “That’s not true,” she said, through a mouthful. "They descend on me and humiliate me all the time. Just not in front of a man I really like.”

His heart, not to mention another organ vital to sex, swelled with pride. “You mean that?” he asked, slicing off another piece.

She blinked at him as if she didn’t understand. “Mean what?”

His ego deflated a little at having to spell it out for her. “A man you really like.”

She waved her fork nonchalantly, but spots of color appeared on her cheeks. “Well, yeah. Why do you think I’ve been so cautious? I wanted everything to be perfect so that when we met you wouldn’t run away.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not running. Besides, normal is boring.”

“And there’s food. What man wouldn’t stay for cake?”

“I only want your cake.”

“There’s more in the kitchen.”

“Can I eat it from between your thighs?”

She choked on a mouthful, and he patted her on the back.

“Sorry, but you did promise we’d get to fuck later,” he said, his voice low so only she could hear. “I thought you might let me enjoy two things at once.” He nudged her elbow with his.

This time, she snorted. He found it endearing that she was just herself. No pretense, no bullshit, just one hundred percent Missy.

Missy looked him square in the eye. “I thought you were watching your weight?”

He looked at his belly and gave it a pat. “Still there. Besides, I’m allowed a treat on a special occasion.”

“Yeah, I don’t have a birthday every day.”

“Or birthday sex,” he said in all seriousness. “I’m happy to oblige.”

She laughed aloud. “Are you always so forward? I’ve been under the impression that you were a considerate man.”

He slung an arm around her and hugged her to his side. “You bring out my wild and crazy side.”

Missy leaned her forehead into the side of his head. A small gesture had never felt so right. The heat from the sigh she let out against his cheek sent the blood racing through his veins. He wanted her in the worst way and hoped she wanted him too. But it wasn’t only sex now that he wanted. A lifetime of craziness began to sound better by the minute.

The sound of a shrieking monkey made him draw away from her and not a minute too soon. A blur of flying fur obscured his vision before Scottie latched onto his head. The little shit grabbed hold of his hair with one hand and began beating him with a tiny fist as his small toes dug into the sides of his neck. Sam swore, but his curse muffled by monkey fur.

“Scottie, no!” Missy yelled as she took hold of the capuchin’s mid-section in an attempt to extract him from Sam’s face.

By this time, all the party guests were throwing out suggestions, and a couple of them were reaching to help. Scottie shrieked again and pounded harder on Sam’s skull. Sam grabbed onto his legs, but Scottie had his hair by the fistful, not about to let go.

“Nobody touch him,” Missy instructed, and the room quieted. She crooned to him, and he immediately calmed, his cries changing from irate screeches to angry chirps. “It’s okay, Scottie. Let go of Sam. He won’t hurt me.”

With one last yank, Scottie let go of his grip on Sam’s head and allowed Missy to draw him into the safety of her bosom. Sam didn’t know a monkey could glare, but the evil expression Scottie sent his way definitely said, back off or I’ll do it again.

Missy stroked Scottie’s back. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I don’t know what got into him.”

Max spoke from beside her. “You sure you washed off all the monkey piss? He marked his territory, you know. When Sam put an arm around you, he went ballistic.”

“Ew.” Missy held Scottie away from her, and Max scooped him up. “That’s right. How
could I forget?”

Sam startled in surprise when Scottie stuck his tongue out at him. “Seems as if I have competition.”

Find out more about Kellie Kamryn and her books at:
www.kelliekamryn.com or www.kelliekamryn.blogspot.com

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-09-30T00:31:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Okay, okay, so this image says THURSDAY hugs and it's Friday...but I couldn't help it, when I saw this pic I just loved the color tones and the way the couple is hugging. I flashed on a scene in my WIP DISGRACED COWBOYS when I saw this. sigh.

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-09-25T00:29:00.000-07:00

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This week's six is from my work in progress DISGRACED COWBOYS. WARNING: Adult situations.

Brandi dipped her head close to give the pole a fake lick, getting her tongue as close as she could to pull off the illusion without her mouth actually touching the metal God knew how many dancers had sweat or coughed on. The men went wild, whooping and catcalling her as she humped her pelvis against the pole. What a crowd had turned out tonight. She still wasn’t used to seeing so many cowboy hats in a strip club. The new place she danced at catered to a big cowboy population, thanks to a glut of small ranches in the area. One thing was for sure, cowboys knew how to tip.

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-09-23T00:31:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

My newest release, DISOWNED COWBOYS, features scenes where the hot cowboy-werewolf Dillon is lying naked in a cave. Add some chains and a slave collar and we're all set! Smokin' hawt.

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-09-18T00:28:00.000-07:00

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE

This week's six comes from my smoking hot new short story, DADDY HOTTEST.

There he was, in the flesh and mowing the lawn. April had turned unseasonably hot, and so had he. As many times as I fantasized about the guy, I hadn’t truly remembered every nuance of the fucking sexuality that dripped off him like the sweat rivulets rolling down his bare, chiseled torso. The ass of my dreams twitched in tight denims as he pushed the mower away from me. Studying, yeah--that's what I was here for. Surveying his fuckable body didn’t count.

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Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-09-16T00:31:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Oh yeah, you know I'm a sucker for tats! And this guy is a great inspiration for my next Lone Wolves book, DISGRACED COWBOYS. Yowza.

Too Yummy Tuesday

2011-09-13T00:07:00.000-07:00

On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books, or those of some special guest authors! Today I welcome Anya Richards!

The tradition English dish, Toad in the Hole, is a great deal yummier than the name implies. It’s a simple to prepare meal, good for dinner or, if you want to indulge in another English tradition, high tea. While it’s now made with sausage during Victorian times, which my Steampunk novel Beyond Prudence is loosely based on, it was sometimes made with whatever bits and pieces of meat were on hand. Luckily for us, with the wonderful array of sausages available on the market, this dish can be given a variety of flavors, depending on the type of sausage used.

Toad in the Hole

6 - 8 sausages
3 tsps oil
2 eggs
2 cups milk
2 cups flour
Salt and pepper to taste

Brown sausages over a low heat, without pricking the skins
Put oil in a baking dish and preheat in 350° oven for about 10 minutes.
Lightly beat eggs, add milk and gently beat in the flour and seasonings
Swirl the oil to coat the dish and then place the sausages in it. Pour the batter over the sausages and bake at 375°F until batter is golden brown and firm, about 40-45 minutes. Test for interior doneness with a skewer.

Beyond Prudence
Anya Richards
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The mysterious device in Prudence Hastings’ basement could be the answer to her prayers, if she could just figure out what it is. Needing William Foreman’s help, she’s prepared to do whatever it takes to gain it. Even putting aside her dislike of machines and volunteering to test the risqué apparatus he’s developing for the Acolytes of Concupiscence.

Will’s expecting a lightskirt for a test subject and is horrified when he realizes the tempting woman he just debauched is very much a lady. But despite his best intentions, something keeps drawing him back to her, and it isn’t just the thought of discovering the inner workings of her uncle’s last invention. Unlocking their passions is turning out to be a far more pleasurable, if dangerous, job.

Beset by desire, automatons, secrets, an unintelligible maid and the danger of utter ruin should their association become known, Will and Prudence haven’t a chance in hell of remaining unscathed.

Fire up the boiler, open the sluices and take cover. Something’s about to explode…
Beyond Prudence is now available from Ellora’s Cave, and you can read an excerpt here.

Anya Richards
Journeys Through Seduction
www.anyarichards.com

Six Sentence Sunday

2011-09-11T00:28:00.000-07:00

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This week's six is the opening of my WIP, DISCARDED COWBOYS.

Talaitha was in a hurry again, an ironic condition for someone who’d spent half the trip to Shay Falls feeling as though her life was frozen in suspended animation.

“Make sure you bring the white sage this time,” her father was yelling.

With her back to him, he couldn’t see her eyes roll. “I know, Papa.”

“Hurry, child, it’s getting away! Vanje, watch out and don’t let it get its teeth in you.”

Feast Your Eyes Friday

2011-09-09T00:30:00.000-07:00

On Fridays I like to post pics that are a feast for the eyes and a spur to the wild imagination!

Mercy me! If I was this gorgeous, I'd stare in the mirror naked too! This guy is a definite ringer for Nash in my upcoming Lone Wolves book, DISCARDED COWBOYS.

Weird Holiday Wednesday

2011-09-07T08:47:00.000-07:00

I'm starting a new monthly feature! The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

September Holidays:

12: Video Games Day
17: Big Whopper Liar Day
29: National Coffee Day (Possibly the most important celebration of all time)

It's Here! DISOWNED COWBOYS

2011-09-05T00:26:00.000-07:00

DISOWNED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 1 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Bondage | Double Penetration |Anal Sex |Orgy
http://bookstrand.com/disowned-cowboys

About the LONE WOLVES series:

They were cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

Werewolves love fierce and forever—and their very control over the full moon can be influenced by indulging hot, raw passion. But between their secrets, hardships and a huntress with a mind for revenge, finding their way to romance and redemption may prove a rougher ride than wild nights spent taming full moon urges.

About DISOWNED COWBOYS:

When Aimee gets lost during a hike, she finds more than refuge in a dark cave—she finds a chained and naked cowboy who claims to know who she is. Dillon and his partner, Kyle, are werewolves determined to become her mates. Just one problem—she shows up for her appointment with fate while wearing another man’s engagement ring.

The wolves will shamelessly pursue her, using every seductive trick in a cowboy’s book to rope their mate. But even the combined desire of two insatiably virile werewolves may not be enough when Aimee’s boss-slash-fiancé and Kyle’s pack mates show up to challenge Dillon and Kyle’s right to claim the woman they have dreamed of—and to each other.

R Excerpt:

“It’s comin’,” Dillon said. He was kneeling on all fours now. “I can feel it.”
“Fight it,” Kyle said. “You don’t want to change now.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like that’ll help. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Dillon was shivering now, and Aimee stared down at him with a curious frown. “What’s wrong? Thought you said you don’t get cold.”

Kyle took her by the upper arms, and a tickle flickered in her stomach. “There ain’t time for proper explanations,” he said. “You’re just gonna have to believe that you were meant to be here, and we’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to you.”

“Shit.” Dillon was on the ground now, heaving in and out.

“Why are you telling me this?” Aimee pulled away from Kyle’s grasp and stepped back with a wary glance at Dillon. “What’s wrong with him?”

“She’s fuckin’ engaged, Kyle.” The gaze Dillon leveled on her glowed with yellow fire, and she gasped aloud.

“Easy, now,” Kyle said, dropping beside Dillon to sit cross-legged on the cave floor. “Breathe with me, partner. You can do this. It’s just the low moon.”

Dillon sat up, but shook his head. “The waxin’ low moon. I can’t help it, Kyle. I keep thinkin’ about her marryin’ some jackass and, damn it.”

She scowled at him. “Hey! David’s not a jackass.”

The mention of his name brought a throaty growl in response. Kyle launched into some weird New Age-style deep breathing with his palms facing up on his knees. “Just try,” he said.

Dillon shut his eyes and whooshed out some forceful breaths while he continued to quiver. Aimee gripped her elbows in her hands while she watched the bizarre display. What was the big deal about her engagement ring? Maybe he’d recently had a bad breakup and it brought back memories.

She stepped forward. “I didn’t agree to marry the guy yet.” The words surprised her as soon as they were out. Why should she feel a need to explain? She didn’t owe them anything.

“But you’re wearin’ his ring.” The hint of accusation in the tone was clear. “You let another man put his ring on your finger.”

A stab of anger shot through her. “So what?” Her volume dialed up enough for the words to bounce off the cave walls. “It’s my life, and I can do what I want with it. Just who the hell are you to comment on whether I get married or not?”

“Who am I?” Dillon rose up on his knees, his eyes gleaming with something feral that set her teeth on edge. “I am your mate.”

Her jaw fell open, but her shock at the bold claim was quickly overridden by the odd ripples forming along the surface of his skin.