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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Who's Your Mama? by Rose Anderson

The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day and moms everywhere will go to brunch or receive bouquets and Mother's Day cards. While the holiday is celebrated in the United States and elsewhere, it didn't start out as a hat tip for mom.

In the 1850s when infant mortality was at a high, a West Virginia women's organizer named Ann Reeves Jarvis, held Mothers' Working Days. These social action clubs worked together to fight disease and milk contamination by improving the sanitary conditions in their cities and towns. After the Civil War, Ann Reeves Jarvis saw a need to support every mother's son no matter what side of the Mason-Dixon line they had been on. She organized Mother's Friendship Day for Union and Confederate soldiers.

After Ann Reeves Jarvis' passing in 1908, her daughter Anna organized the first Mother's Day. So impressed by moms and their continual good works, President Woodrow Wilson liked the idea of a day just for mom. In 1914, he officially set aside the second Sunday in May for a national holiday devoted to moms everywhere. It didn't take long before florists, card companies, confectioners, and other merchants cashed in on its popularity.

As wonderful an idea as a national Mother's Day was, Anna Jarvis didn't appreciate marketing on a national scale nor the fact Eleanor Roosevelt (and others) used Mother's Day to raise funds for charities. She actually worked against it by staging boycotts, threatening lawsuits, and deriding the First Lady. She even got herself arrested more than once over it. Seems rather extreme. Perhaps it was because Anna Jarvis had had an unresolved falling out with her own mother. Perhaps she just wanted to acknowledge the ideal mom and not her own. From the start, she only ever wanted a day when you wore a Mother's Day badge to church and thanked the best mom you knew for all she did. No flowers, no card, no candy, and certainly no monies to charities. It's interesting to note the changes to Anna Jarvis' initial idea, and her failed attempt to stop a national holiday, might have actually driven her insane. She died in a Philadelphia sanitarium in 1948 at age 84.

Mama Mia

The American iteration of Mother’s Day has its particular origins as do Mother's Day celebrations around the world. Most celebrate this holiday in the spring. Why? Spring is when all of nature renews. It's mother nature's time of year. From egg laying to birthing, creatures large and small get in on the action. This renewal has always been an important part of our own survival whether on the farm or in our earliest times as hunter gatherers. Honoring mom is a very old tradition.

When I imagine a primordial mother, the first image that comes to mind is the Venus of
Willendorf. She's not one of those slender goddesses in repose in the idyll glades of Ancient Greece, nor is she a sleek-muscled warrior goddess of the old Nordic traditions. Plumped by plenty and filled with fecundity, her wide hips and bountiful breasts declare her fertility and suggest her sustenance. She's the middle aspect of womanhood. No longer maiden, not quite crone. She is the Magna Mater – The Great Mother.

To date, hundreds of similar Mother figures carved of stone and bone and fashioned of clay have been discovered all over the world. Large-breasted or not, most have those wide hips. You can almost imagine the toddler sitting comfortably astride.

Given their great age, it's unfortunate that we can only speculate on their exact purpose. The earliest Mothers are faceless. Such anonymity suggests she was beyond personification. Many wear the scars of motherhood on hips, belly, and breasts in acknowledgement of cycles – the cycles of life and birth – an undeniable symbol of the earth itself.

These Great Mothers, reverently called the Venus figures, span both Paleolithic and Neolithic eras. Some, like the Hohle Fels mammoth-ivory Venus, date back more 30,000 years. Older still are the chevrons –zigzags, M, or V patterns – in 40,000-year-old Neanderthal artworks. These too represent woman and are often depicted beside the wavy lines symbol for water – birth waters.

As a storyteller, I can see that The Great Mother never really left the scene. She became those goddesses worshiped across ancient civilizations. Donning the clothes of each region, she simply modernized. Moms are resourceful like that.

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This youtube video is more than an hour long but entertaining and very informative

Individual figures with descriptions

A terrific poster

Two more videos

Happy Mother's Day to all you moms, aunts, and grandmas, and to all
nurturing souls everywhere. Keep up the good work!


Rose Anderson is an award-winning author and dilettante who loves great conversation and delights in discovering interesting things to weave into stories. Rose also writes across genres under the pen name Madeline Archer. She lives with her family and small menagerie amid oak groves and prairie in the rolling glacial hills of the upper Midwest.

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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Win swag, goodies and gift cards from @RomanceBooks4Us #RB4U #Giveaway


May is here and we have a new contest: FOUR winners will each receive a $25 GC for either Amazon or B&N. Other prizes will be split between 4 other winners! Contest starts 1 May and ends 24 Mayl at midnight ET. To enter: Find the 20 author/industry rep pages that have the FLOWERS icon like the ones you see above (this page and the Welcome Page don't count). Make a list of the names of those pages (ex: Marianne Stephens, Sultry Summers, etc.) and send your list to:  Be sure to look at all author pages AND Industry rep pages! Names listed on Welcome Page/Contest page just mean participants are offering prizes...does NOT mean icons are necessarily on these pages!

NOTE: Snail mail prizes only shipped to US or Canadian addresses. Before sending your entry, add the country where you live, please!


1. Two $50 Gift Cards for either Amazon/B&N from RB4U.
2. Ebook from backlist books by romance author Tina Donahue.
3. Ebook from backlist books by romance author Jean Hart Stewart.
4. Ebook from backlist books by romance author Denyse Bridger.
5. Print copy of Anything You Can Do by romance author Marianne Stephens.
6. Kindle copy of Wish Upon a Waltz by romance author Alanna Lucas.
7. E-copy of Shattered Dreams by romance author Sandy Loyd.
8. Audiobook of the winner’s choice from romance author Sharon Hamilton.
9. PDF copy of Catch Her When She Falls by romance author Missy Martine.
10. Audio book of THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE by romance author Joan Reeves.
11. E-copy of one of my books, winner's choice, from romance author Alina K. Field.
12.MOBI or EPUB version of Word of Honor by romance author Lauren Linwood.
13. PDF of summer romance, Arrow Through The Heart by romance author Stephanie Burkhart.
14. Size XL Romance Books '4' Us tee-short and RB4U tote bag from RB4U.
15. Ebook copy of To  Protect and Love from romance author Melissa Keir.
16. Ebook of Disappear by romance author Mary Martinez.
17.  E-copy of The Guardian by romance author Jacquie Biggar.
18. Ebook of Corralling Kenzie by romance author Joanne Jaytanie.
19. Ebook of NO HOLDS BARRED by romance author Paris Brandon.
20.  E-copy of HERE COMES TROUBLE, book 2 in the Tremayne Family romances (winner's choice of format) by romance author Anna J. Stewart.
21. E-copy of novella, It's You & Me Baby, by romance author Rose Gorham.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Get your sexy on with @AuthorNicMorgan #RB4U #Beautiful

Welcome to Romance Books 4 Us everyone. I'm your tour guide for the day, Nicole Morgan and as some of you may have noticed I drop by with a new post on the first of every month and either ramble like a fool or amaze you with my intellect. LOL. Okay, yes that last one was a stretch, but...I've got you smiling now, don't I? Now that you're good and loosened up, go ahead and kick your shoes off, sit back, relax and enjoy!

For today's topic I'd like to delve into all that is sexy. In today's world there are so many different things we can buy which are supposed to make us sexy. From the perfect pair of stilettos, to sheer lingerie, and even a seductive fragrance. 

But, do any of these things really make us sexy? They're just tools, band-aids if you will. They only serve to cover the sexiest thing of all. Our state of mind. You can put all the right items on a woman, you can spend the money, the time and tell her she's drop dead gorgeous. But, if she doesn't feel sexy, she certainly won't appear sexy. Sexiness is in our eyes, our smile, and the way we move our bodies. From our walk, to the way we look at someone, the way we feel is paramount in how we appear to others. 

So ignore what people tell you sexy is, and get your own sexy on! In other words... WORK IT GIRL! *winks*

Here is a little nibble from my latest Surrender Her Inhibitions...
(a novel within Dominant Persuasions)
Sweat dripped down his chest from lack of control. He looked down at the top of her head as she seemed to nuzzle up against him. Her precious movements of needing to be close to him were almost more than he could take. 

That's all for me this months, guys and gals. 
I'll see you here next month,
Same bat time...Same bat channel.
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Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also had a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase's eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors, as well as Sweet and Sexy Divas. 

Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her website, blog, Google + Page, Twitter, Facebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.

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Saturday, April 30, 2016

A Newsletter Update Means a Unique Opportunity for Readers

I don't know about you, butI have a tendency to forget things. If I don't have a list, or someone to remind me, important things tend to get overlooked.

That's why I think that, as an author, having a newsletter is so important. It allows me to keep in touch with my readers and remind them about important things going on in my writing life. Whether it be a new release, an appearance, or a contest, my subscribers know that they can count on me to get the most current information. Yes, social media and a web presence are important, but with so much competing for our attention, these things can often get missed. I love being able to communicate with my readers via email. 

Over the past month, I've been updating and overhauling my newsletter. It has a new look, a new provider, and is a tad more personal. Now, not only do readers get to learn about my professional side, but they learn a little bit more about me. Readers love to feel involved in the writing process, so I'm also starting to introduce polls that will help me get feedback on my books and which series they love most. In addition, adding exclusive contests and free content to my newsletter schedule so that these readers know just how special they are to me.

Sound time consuming? It is, but my readers are important to me, and I think they're worth it. ;) If you want to sign up for my newsletter and join the fun, you can do so here.

How about you? If you're an author, do you use a newsletter? If you're a reader, do you subscribe to any author newsletters? What are some of the most creative things you have seen authors do with their newsletter subscribers? Tell me about it in the comments section. I want to know!

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This three-book boxed set includes Cria, Conquista, and Corazon.

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About the Author:
A lifetime New Englander, Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a chauffeur, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.
Suzanne is represented by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency and writes mainstream romances under the pen name Ava Conway.

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Friday, April 29, 2016

Looking back - a sexy, hot pirate novella #RB4U #MFRWauthor

I thought it might be fun to look an old title not many readers are familiar with, despite it being a ton of fun! I created this one almost ten years ago, built a cool world around the concept, and have long thought it would make an awesome fantasy novel. Not likely to happen now, but if you'd like to read a novella that is sexy, romantic, adventurous, and a whole lot of fun, you just might love this one!

The Gates of Infinity
(Erotic fantasy/adventure novella)

Thaer is a world that mirrors our own, but in many ways it is both the past and future of Earth. Magic and sorcery are commonplace, and beneath the vast sands of Cairos and the waters of Venicia lie secrets that may hold the key to travel between worlds and time itself. All things are tied to the presence of a legendary pirate captain, a skilled mage, and a sorceress who has never known her true origins. As the spells weave amid treachery and betrayals, the tempestuous storm gates are opened and salvation or destruction looms in their swirling, fiery depths. Will time be turned inward, or can the Fate of two worlds truly rest on the success of a terrified reporter from modern day New York? A woman whose fate was written in another world and time, and who now holds the key to the unpredictable power contained within the Gates of Infinity?

CONTENT NOTES: Paranormal, Magic, Witches, Wizardry, Urban Fantasy, Adventure, Pirates, Erotic Romance



It began several hundred years from now. Life conspires to take us where we are meant to be, even when we do not ourselves know the direction in which we are traveling. Thus it was that my uneventful existence began, and ended, with a single drop of blood, spilled unsuspectingly on a honed and gleaming pirate blade. In the now distant year of nineteen hundred ninety-nine, in the town of Avalon Inlet, somewhere in the hidden coastal regions of Northern Maine, I encountered the capricious Lady of Destiny. It is, even now, an incredible tale of adventure and, yes, of romance that is the stuff of dreams. My name is Verity, Veranna, or even Verianya--and if you will let me, I will tell you of my assignation with a magical and thrilling life forever altered by the whims of Fate...

* * * *

"The entire place is a work of art," Verity Mathison said with genuine reverence. She'd been stranded in the picturesque town since the previous evening, when her car had quite inexplicably decided it didn't want to go any further. Being a journalist/novelist did have its advantages; in this case, as a freelancer, she tended to not keep 'office hours'. Finding the small town with the fanciful name of Avalon Inlet was a writer's dream come true. Not only was the place not on any map, it was something out of a time long passed into history.

The young shop girl smiled, the expression pretty with pleasure at the compliment.

"We're a small community," she said, voice soft with a slight lilt. "Things don't change much from year to year."

"Is everyone here of generations past, or does the town have any new blood?"

"Once in a while strangers find us and decide to stay," she answered, still smiling, though with less sincerity than before.

"Why aren't you on the map?" Verity wondered, looking around the crowded antique shop. There were vast riches in this place, the writer mused, examining a display of weaponry that had to be at least a couple of centuries old. Since she had entered the shop, a tiny thrill of excitement had been growing stronger within her as the minutes passed. In spite of the lack of sense in it, Verity felt as though she'd found some lost part of her soul reflecting back at her as she examined the array of artifacts that filled the quaint shop.

"How much is that one?" she asked, pointing to the shiniest and least ornate of the swords that were arranged on a wall behind the counter.

"It's not for sale," the clerk told her, eyes now sharp, thoughtful, and unmistakably wary.

So that's your game, Verity thought with cynicism. The price had just jumped considerably, she knew. But, like everything else, it would have a price.

In spite of her decree, the girl reached up and lifted the shimmering blade from its place amid the other swords. Motion fluid and graceful, she spun the cutlass and offered it to the curious stranger, hilt first.

With a combination of near-fear and undeniable excitement, Verity stared at it. The lurch of her stomach was eloquent testimony of her surprisingly intense nervous state. With a will of its own, her hand rose and she watched in detached fascination as her fingers closed around the well-worn grip of the archaic weapon. As soon as her hold was solid, she was forced to drop the sword; heat seared her flesh and she cried out, cursing furiously as the pain pulsed upward along the length of her arm.

The shaken clerk stared at her as though she'd gone mad.

It wasn't the pitying look one gave a lunatic, however. There was sincere terror in her eyes as she watched the other woman, and Verity knew she didn't help the situation by glaring at her in unjustified accusation. That didn't lessen her anger, of course, because somewhere inside her, she did blame the hapless girl for not warning her of the potential threat in accepting the sword from her hands.

Not waiting for comments, or assistance, if the girl was indeed planning to offer any, Verity turned on her heel and left the shop. As she glanced back, she caught the name of the place, The Mahjrah Treasure Chest. She was now quite unimpressed with the pirate's plunder.

* * * *

The following day, fool that she sometimes was, Verity returned to the Treasure Chest and again was drawn like a magnet to the rack of weapons on the back wall. The sword hung in its place, seeming to stare back at her in subtle challenge.

"Have you come back for old Ehtionne's sword, miss?"

The girl from the previous day was gone; in her place was an ancient man, stooped and weathered by time. But, his eyes were sparkling with vitality and shrewd intelligence. As Verity gazed into those keen dark eyes, the sensation of edgy excitement began churning deep within her.

"Ehtionne?" She repeated, at a loss to form more than the single word query.

He nodded, then hobbled around the counter and gestured for her to follow him. They stopped in a small alcove that was separated from the main area of the shop by a curtained doorway. Once inside, Verity discovered a tiny gallery of aging paintings. The old man pointed to the largest of the collection and her heart felt like it wanted to grow wings and leave her body as she stared at the face of a stranger who'd haunted her dreams from childhood.

"My God!" she breathed in unequivocal shock. "He's real."

The old man looked inordinately pleased, and she tried not to resent him; there was no reason for such emotion.

"You recognize him."

It was more a statement of presumed fact than any form of real question.

Verity shook her head.

"No," she denied. "I must have seen his face in books. I've researched this area's folklore and pirate legends." Even as she made the assertion, and tried desperately to believe it, she knew it to be a lie. The old man knew, too, she could read it in his steady brown eyes.

"There are no photos of Mahjrah in any of your books, miss," he assured her in a soft, almost regretful tone.

As she had the day before, Verity ran. This time she didn't escape the confines of the shop. When she flung aside the curtain and would have bolted for the doors, she ran straight into the young girl who'd been there the previous day.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice and eyes glaring with anger.

"Leaving," Verity snapped, her responding irritation more reflex than anything genuine.

"That part of the shop is not open to the public," she informed the visitor. "It's our storage room."

"Storage room?" Verity repeated stupidly. Anger flared in the next instant, and she glowered at her. "The old man took me in there," she told the annoying girl. "And it sure as hell doesn't look like a storage room!"

The clerk was giving her that disturbing look of pity and fear again.

Verity was furious.

"If you don't believe me," she snarled at the shop girl, "he's still back there." She turned, yanked aside the curtain, and was met with the solid presence of a heavy door, the sign in the center of it proclaiming that it was to be used by 'Employees Only'.

"If you'll wait, ma'am," the girl said, ice in her tone now. "I'll allow you to speak to the manager."

Gawking at her, Verity numbly trailed her back into the main room, then watched her disappear behind another door. Silence engulfed the shop and she continued to look at the partially revealed doorway that had led to the small gallery.

"Are you still interested in the cutlass, miss?"

The voice went through her, and she was enraged anew. She whirled around and the old man smiled benevolently.

"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, taking a step toward him.

He calmly walked to the other side of the counter and took the sword from its mounting. He twirled it with remarkable skill and Verity took an involuntary step backward when he held it out for her to take.

"No, thanks," she assured, sarcasm in the tone. "I've already had that experience once, and it's quite enough."

He appeared amused all over again and wrath rose in her throat as a bitter bile. He was laughing at her!

"All right," Verity snapped viciously. "Give me the damn thing."

Her fingers closer over the hilt and she braced for pain.

It never came.

Enthralled by the feel of the weapon in her hand, she stared at it. Her other hand rose to stroke the smooth, cool metal of the saber and a whisper of something powerful trembled along the length of her arm. Oblivious to anything else, she touched the edge of the silvered blade with the side of her thumb. A prick of pain warned her that she'd tested well-honed metal rather foolishly. Blood welled and spilled onto the blade, a single crimson teardrop of life.

The reaction was immediate, and terrifying.

The polished metal clouded, became translucent, tinged with the scarlet of blood; then the images began to coalesce before her spell-bound gaze. The small shop in Avalon Inlet no longer existed. Her head felt like it was spinning, and reality growing ever more distant, yet closer, as well. Someone screamed as Verity fell into the chaos that she'd glimpsed in the gleaming blade of the sword...

Thursday, April 28, 2016

ABOUT FACE—A COVER STORY by Andrea Downing #CowboyRomance #RB4U

You, dear reader, most definitely recognize the name and are conjuring up the flowing hair, the square jaw, and the open shirt displaying a musculature only rivaled by Arnie’s. But Fabio hit his stride in the ‘80s and ‘90s, years of Dynasty and Dallas, big hair and big shoulders, and, apparently, big men.  Now pushing sixty, Fabio has long been in retirement, but his wannabes roll on, it seems. Jimmy Thomas, now thirty-five and weighing in at 220, claims he has graced more than eight thousand romance covers. Somewhat in the Fabio mold, his bared broad shoulders and come-hither eyes have been a huge success. But is this what women really want?  Maybe we want the eyes concentrating on only us, the longing that’s been made evident there, but is that really the body we long for in our beds?
For me, it’s a definite ‘no.’ The thought of some well-oiled muscular body in my bed is not at all enticing.  For openers, doesn’t all that breadth of thigh and chest make the part of the anatomy that really matters look incredibly small?  Lost even?  And do I want someone with longer hair than mine, hanging in my face as he lies above me, wisps finding their way into my mouth?  I think not. No, I don’t want flab and I don’t want someone thinner than my good self, but neither do I want to find myself in bed with Robo-man, some cartoon character or washboard/six pack combo who I’m afraid might smother me should the idea strike—and whose brain is, in ratio, smaller than his abs. I ask you, what is the attraction?
To research this post, I checked in at  Top 10 Hottest Cover Models?  Well, there was one I was actually attracted to:  Hollis Chambers.  Looks like my kinda guy:  buff, handsome, athletic, but not overly muscled.  I’d have him in a Stetson—and my bed—any day of the week. The same could be said of man of the moment, Jason Baca, who graces the cover of Come Love a Cowboy. Fit. Nice looking.  Not overly large. So is my aversion to the Mr. World, Atlas kind of guy an unusual repugnance—am I alone, or have I got cohorts in this apparent peculiarity?  Do women want Fabio back in the picture or was that a passing fashion just as Jean Harlow and Mae West gave way to Jane Mansfield and Marilyn Monroe and they, in turn, have given way to the anorexic coat-hangers of today. For the answer, I turned to my fellow authors in the anthology, Come Love a Cowboy. And there seems to be something strange going on here. 
Best-selling author Keta Diablo seems to agree with me; she tells me she’s “never gravitated toward body-builders or muscular men. Seems I've always been attracted to lean men of average height or somewhat taller. They can have muscle, but not the ones you see with huge biceps and massive chests.” Best-selling author of  ‘The Snowbird Series,’ Hebby Roman, says the same:  “My body type for a guy is muscular but not muscle-bound.” And Patti Sherry-Crews is of like mind:  “I don't go for the big muscular guy, and whenever I see a character described as having "thick thighs" it's a turn-off for me, but I believe I am in the minority on this since I see it so often as a turn-on. So, yeah, in choosing a cover I might go with bulky-muscled guy since that seems to be what the reader wants.”  Is it what the reader wants? Award-winning author Julie A. D’Arcy seems to think so, although, again, that sort of man is not her type. She says, “I married an average height, rugged looking, muscly shouldered, football player with a good sense of humor.…I am not that wrapped in seeing half naked muscle bound guys on covers, but they seen to appeal to a lot of women that buy romance novels.” Kathleen Ball, author of numerous best-selling western romance novels, also sees this dichotomy—“In real life I love a fit well groomed man. On my covers I love 6 pack abs. A big smile and a cowboy hat…" 
     Other authors seem to prefer—no surprise here!—the same man they married, or would date.  Best-selling and award-winning author Caroline Clemmons says, “I like clean shaven, clothed even if the shirt is partially unbuttoned, dark hair, blue eyes, nice shoulders. That is the type that also appeals to me individually (my husband).”  But perhaps it was Margo Bond-Collins who had her finger on the pulse.  Margo told me, “I adore the hard-bodied men on the cover of many romance novels--at least in an abstract, appreciating-the-aesthetics kind of way. I think they're lovely to look at. And hot bodies and hard muscles are great in fiction. In my own life, I don't care what people look like. I am attracted to kindness, to generosity, to intelligence, to wit, and to strength of character. I find that the people I love become beautiful to me, regardless of whether they fit into any culturally approved standard of beauty.” 
So perhaps the answer is that we, as authors, are selling fantasy and the fantasy is that the muscles, broad shoulders and Greek god looks personify the strengths we seek in a partner. We wouldn’t necessarily seek out a man who looked like that, but those attributes are symbols, on a book cover, of the inner strengths, care, protectiveness, love and attention that we do want in our men. 


Eight stand-alone Contemporary Western Romance novellas from Bestselling and Award Winning Authors.

From firefighters, bronco busters, and wealthy ranchers to bad boys, we have them all for you!  If you've ever wanted to fall in love with a sexy, alpha cowboy of's your chance.

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Luke’s Fate by Kathleen Ball
Meg O’Brien hoped never to lay eyes on the one man who broke her heart. To her dismay, Luke Kelly arrives at her ranch a much different and broken man. Can Meg ever forgive his callous treatment of her and help Luke become the man he used to be?

Grant Me The Moon by Caroline Clemmons
All Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder?

Three for The Win by Keta Diablo
Hollis should have known better than to fall for a bone-melting man like Stede. He’s gone now and Eli is left to pick up the broken pieces of her life.

Border Affair by Hebby Roman
When his partners’ daughter is kidnapped in México, a self-made millionaire must confront his feelings about their affair and the future of their relationship.

Leaving Necessity by Margo Bond Collins
Mac has one week to convince his ex-girlfriend Clara not to sell his oil company. In this high-pressure reunion, can they strike love again?

The Shape of Destiny by Julie A. D’Arcy
A young male shape shifter. A beautiful female ranch owner. Can love be born in a web of deceit?

Bad Boy, Big Heart by Andrea Downing
She’s a New Yorker escaping her parents.  He’s a Wyoming cowboy supporting his dad. One summer, two young people—three months to find love.

Desert Heat
by Patti Sherry-Crews
A single mother struggling to keep her guest ranch puts her own desires on hold. When a handsome and persistent fireman sets his sights on her, she must decide how much she’s willing to give.

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