It's always a pleasure to welcome Samantha Holt onto my blog, and today she has something a little bit different! Samantha's latest release is a novella in the
Buckle Down anthology, a hot cowboy contemporary - yum! And not only do we have a sizzling excerpt from
Her Dream Cowboy by Samantha but also a fan-worthy peek at
The Layover by C.V. Madison.
Enjoy!
Buckle Down Anthology
Her Dream
Cowboy by Samantha Holt
The Layover by
C.V. Madison
Faith, Hope
and Charity by J.T. Seate
Anthology
Title: Buckle Down
Release date: 1st December
Publisher:
Jupiter Gardens
Press
Blurb:
Her
Dream Cowboy by Samantha Holt
Talked
into experiencing ranch life for herself by her best friend, Sophie comes all
the way from England to
Nevada,
alone. But while her friend may have abandoned her, her guide for the week
promises to stick close to her side.
A
guide who just happens to be an honest to goodness, sexy cowboy.
Luke
Harper is a busy man. He’s dedicated years to turning his ranch into a
successful holiday business and he’s yet to find a woman who can deal with the
realities of dating a cowboy. In his experience, they’re all after a dream. But
Sophie proves too tempting for her own good and Luke can’t help wondering if
the gorgeous woman would be willing to give him a chance.
Or
is she just looking for a dream cowboy too?
The
Layover by C.V. Madison (M/M erotic cowboy romance)
Security
expert and avowed city boy Reno Locke drops into The Meeting Place for a little
loving to fill his off hours. Country boy Wilder Henderson swings through to
blow off a little steam after winning a rodeo competition. Locke finally works
up the nerve to hit on Wilder and Locke takes Wilder back to his room. He finds
out this urban cowboy is just what he was looking for during The Layover.
Faith,
Hope, and Charity by J.T. Seate
In
the old west, a young couple have plotted a future rendezvous for any chance of
a life together, if only poor Johnny isn’t gunned down first by Faith’s father
who is out for the cowboy’s blood.
About the authors
Samantha lives in a small
village in England with her gorgeous twin
girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier (Yes,
seriously!). She traditionally writes
historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot highlanders, but
occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance. When she reluctantly leaves her
computer, she enjoys exploring old ruins and indulging an early midlife crisis.
Adrenaline filled suggestions for the bucket list are always welcome! Find
Samantha on Facebook at www.facebook.com/romanticfiction
Excerpt 3 R rated – Her
Dream Cowboy
His palms came upon her knees. She whimpered, realizing he was knelt in
front of her. Thighs spread wide, she dropped her bowl to one side, inviting
him in, and he took what she offered, moving close until he hooked both hands
around her back.
The shock of his mouth against her collarbone galvanized her, making her
arch into him. His tongue darted out to lick at her skin and she tingled from
head to toe with sensation. Sophie unfurled her tightly clenched fists and
speared them through his hair, knocking his hat from his head. Finally opening
her eyes, she gazed down at his golden head as he licked his way across one
breast to the other.
The sight of golden hair brushing her pale skin made her shudder with
need. As if understanding that need, Luke took his hands from her back and thrust
them under her shirt, fingertips skimming over her stomach and pressing beneath
her bra.
His fingers closed in over her nipples as he watched her reaction
carefully. She sighed and clutched his shoulders, hoping it would be enough to
keep him there. If he stopped touching her, Sophie was fairly sure she might
die of disappointment.
Rolling her nipples into hard buds, he plucked and played with them and
palmed her breasts. Never had something as simple as just being touched turned
her on so much.
“Sweetheart, you taste so good. I could eat you up.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
Luke shoved her T-shirt up under her arms and pulled down the cups of
her bra before settling his mouth over one nipple. The exquisite heat of his
tongue made her sex clench. She rolled her head back and stared at the
darkening sky.
He laved his tongue over her other nipple and blew gently over it,
causing it to tighten further.
“Luke,” she groaned as he teased her some more with mouth and teeth. If
he didn’t do something else soon, she swore she would explode. “More, I need
more.”
Slowly, he scattered soft gentle kisses across her breasts before
pulling up her bra and tugging down her top. Sagging, Sophie brought her head
back up to see his regretful expression. His lips tilted as he reached out and
ran a finger down her profile.
“I can’t, Soph. I shouldn’t be trying to seduce a client. It’s really
unprofessional.”
“You weren’t seducing me,” she protested. “I want you, Luke. I don’t
care if it’s just for one night or whatever. Why can’t we enjoy one night
together? It’s not like I can report you to the boss!”
“But I am the boss and I’m meant to be running a business. I don’t make
a habit of sleeping with tourists, and I’m sure as hell not going to start now.
No matter how tempted I am.”
~~~
Excerpt 2 (R rated) – The Layover
Locke walked out of his pants and worked the buttons free of his shirt.
It slid from his shoulders in the doorway to his bedroom. "I got
neighbors, yeah, bu-- damn." He came to a dead stop and devoured the sight
of the near naked man before him.
While he wouldn't say Wilder was ripped, he was defined. The lines of
his abs curled all the way to the rise of his hips. As a horseman, he had
broad, well muscled thighs and through the shed of clothing across the small
main room, the man was still wearing his hat.
Locke grinned wickedly, tugging his tie from his neck. He dropped it to
the floor and backed into the small bedroom. "Leave the hat on.”
With a tip of his Stetson Wilder crossed the abbreviated foyer. His
bravado showed in his stride, a cocky strut of pending glory awaiting him just
feet ahead. He lingered just past the doorway, giving a low whistle before he
struck out for the bed again. He fingered a small length of rope he palmed from
his jeans pocket.
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