Excerpt & Giveaway for Freed (Club Sin #4) by Stacey Kennedy

Friday, November 21, 2014

Club Sin #4
By: Stacey Kennedy
Releasing November 4th, 2014
Perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, the Club Sin series continues with Freed, a wicked, wild novel from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy.

Mary Schmidt knows only too well how thrilling a Master’s touch can be. Her husband, Charles, had been her ultimate fantasy, a seducer in the erotic dance of dominance and submission. She misses the sensual lifestyle they shared, but mourns him so deeply she cannot bear to embrace her submissive needs with another Dom—until a man who exudes temptation reawakens desires she can no longer deny.

Elliott Foster is dazzled by Mary. He instantly knows that she’s the woman he’s been waiting for—a woman who turns games into need. As her Master, he dares to unlock the deepest pleasures of her flesh, releasing her from pain and healing her mind. When Mary’s lithe body comes to life under his, he knows their connection goes beyond sex. Now that he has found the perfect woman, the perfect partner, the perfect submissive, he desires only to give her everything she craves.

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She read his experience as a Dom in the way he touched her. He didn’t introduce himself to her with words known in the vanilla world. He introduced himself with his body. That spoke of a confident Dom who knew exactly what he was doing—and how to persuade her to be under his control.

His touch was like fire.

His lips set her aflame.

Admiring the feel of Elliott’s thick frame behind her, she could only imagine how amazing he would feel on top of her, and the way he commanded her without hesitation was nothing she could refuse. A skilled Dom knew how to get a submissive to surrender, and she was falling right into his command with a simple touch.

She wanted him.

Pressing her bottom against him, she rubbed against his cock. He groaned, low and deep. “Tell me what you expect tonight.”

Her hand trembled around her wineglass as Elliott continued to trail his finger over her arm. Not a simple touch. A bold move that said he wanted her. Her lower body clenched in unfulfilled need. She longed to experience a hard cock driving her higher. “To be freed.”

He pressed his cock against her bottom in a way only a Dom would do, a man that didn’t feel the need to ask permission to do so. “Freed under my touch?”

“If that is your wish, sir.”

His low chuckle sent a burning right through her, landing straight between her thighs. “Yes, that is my wish. Now come for me before we play.”

And, she did, just that easily.

Author Info:

Stacey Kennedy is the USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled, and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion—always staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on Mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter, and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones, and Sons of Anarchy.

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Excerpt & Giveaway for Not Quite Forever by Catherine Bybee

Thursday, November 20, 2014
The Not Quite Series, Book Four
Montlake Romance, Contemporary
November 04, 2014, First Edition
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The touching and heartwarming fourth novel in the wildly popular Not Quite series from New York Times bestselling author Catherine Bybee.

Romance author Dakota Laurens believes that happily-ever-afters exist only between the covers of her sexy novels. But to her surprise, she finds a real-life hero when she meets a handsome emergency room doctor. The outspoken author feels an instant and intense attraction to Dr. Walt Eddy, and the feeling is mutual. When the globetrotting doctor pulls a disappearing act on Dakota, she’s prepared to write him off…until fate brings a blindsiding twist to her story.

Still scarred from a past tragedy, Walt may have disappeared on Dakota, but now he’s determined to win her back. For the first time in years, he knows he’s ready for a new chance at love. Yet between Dakota’s doubts and two sets of meddling parents, can the once-blissful couple finally create the bright, loving future they desperately want?

“You find this amusing Miss…”

Her eyes met his and she leaned over the table, planting both hands firmly in place. “Laurens. And yeah, I do.”

The blonde rapped her knuckles on her friends arm. “Dakota!”

Dakota…snazzy, a landmark more than a name…a beautiful woman full of life. Yeah, the name suited her.


“Maybe we should move to another room.” The blonde was in a much more agreeable state than Miss Laurens.

“I’m guessing there are more women out there here to listen to me than professionals here to listen to the good doctor.”

Walt envisioned the women standing in line, knew without a doubt Dakota was right.

In any other situation, Walt would have simply smiled and left the room, but something about Dakota Laurens sparked inside and made him want to get under her skin. Something made him want her to stop laughing and to take notice…of him.

Robert turned away from them when the phone in his hand buzzed and he talked in hushed tones.

“You’re part of the romance convention?” Walt asked, already knowing she was.

Dakota removed a stack of papers from her bag and tapped the edges together to align them. “You say romance convention as if it’s a disease, Dr…Eddy is it?”

“Walt. And I didn’t know they had conventions based on bodice-ripping novels.”

The blonde’s agreeable grin slid and Dakota blew out a sigh. Her lips kept her snarky grin, but Walt knew his words dug deep. His own mother wore that look whenever his father said something just to piss Mom off.

“What are you presenting today, Dr. Eddy?” Dakota stood tall, her shoulders back with a chin out in defiance.

“I’m sharing the art of improvising medical tools and equipment when all you have is dental floss and a toothpick. What about you?”

Her eyes would be classified as brown, but damn they looked nearly black when she was ticked. And although Walt didn’t know her well… he knew enough to know she didn’t look happy. In a second, those eyes took on a softer shade, almost liquid chocolate mixed with honey. A wicked smile tilted one side of her lips.

Walt had to remind himself not to lick his own in response.

“The art of crafting a gratifying sexual love scene.”

Walt did lick his lips…blinked twice, and drew his brows together. “Excuse me?” He pulled on his collar, knew the room wasn’t warm.

Dakota leaned a hip against the table that separated them and leaned in just enough for him to see the depth of her cleavage.

“I write bodice rippers as you so eloquently labeled them, Dr. Eddy. Safe to say there are a couple of satisfying ripping of bodices in them…don’t you think?”

About the Author:

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Catherine Bybee was raised in Washington State, but after graduating high school, she moved to Southern California in hopes of becoming a movie star. After growing bored with waiting tables, she returned to school and became a registered nurse, spending most of her career in urban emergency rooms. She now writes full-time and has penned the Weekday Brides Series and the Not Quite Series. Bybee lives with her husband and two teenage sons in Southern California.

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“Bybee’s magnetic fourth Not Quite contemporary proves that romance can happen in the most unlikely places... The love scenes are sizzling and the multi-dimensional characters make this a page-turner. Readers will look for earlier installments and eagerly anticipate new ones.”
–Publishers Weekly

"Not Quite Forever is Catherine Bybee at her finest: true-to-life characters on a wild and wonderful path toward their happily ever after."
–Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Tracy Brogan
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Release Day Blast & Giveaway for A Rogue’s Deadly Redemption by Jeannie Ruesch

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

A Rogue’s Deadly Redemption
By: Jeannie Ruesch

Releasing November 17th, 2014
Scandal forced Lady Lily Melrose into an untenable decision: marry the man she wanted but who wanted someone else or leave her home for America. She gambled and stayed. Now, almost four years later, Lily is ready to gamble again—on a future that means leaving her neglectful, absent husband behind. But when a deadly adversary threatens them both, Lily realizes how little she understood about her husband—and her marriage. She's faced with another impossible choice: leave the man she loved to face certain death or stay and fight to help him deliver on a promise he no longer remembers.

Robert Melrose was raised as the forgotten third-born son with no future—without even the label of black sheep to keep him respectable. Not content with obscurity, he cultivated his own path to power, aligning himself with London's underworld, where betrayal is deadly. But when an accident wipes away his past, Robert can't remember who he is or what he's done. What he does know is that his wife, Lily, evokes a strong need inside—a need to prove he's better than his past. But when his past becomes a present danger, Robert must choose: gain the trust and love of the woman intent on leaving or let her walk away from him and the danger that might cost both their lives.
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Jeannie Ruesch wrote her first story at the age of the six, prompting her to give up an illustrious, hours-long ambition of becoming a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader and declare that writing was her destiny. The journey toward destiny held a few detours along the way, including a career in marketing and design.

Her first novel, a fairy-tale like historical romance, was published in 2009, but the darker side of life has always captivated her. So after a dinner conversation with friends about the best way to hide a dead body, she knew she had to find a way to incorporate suspense into her writing. (The legal outlet for her fascination.) Today, she continues writing what she loves to read - stories of history, romance and suspense. She lives in Northern California with her amazing husband (who cooks, cleans and edits!), their son and a lab named Cooper. She can be visited at www.jeannieruesch.com or found regularly on Twitter or Facebook.

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Excerpt & Giveaway for Until You Find Me by Amber Hart

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Until You Find Me
Until You Find Me # 1
By: Amber Hart
Releasing November 11th, 2014
Loveswept: Flirt
Amber Hart pushes contemporary romance to its wildest limits in this heart-pounding novel, the story of a girl who travels to Africa to protect the legacy of one man . . . and stays for the love of another.

Raven Moore, a twenty-year-old college student from Michigan, feels out of place in the beautiful, treacherous jungles of Cameroon, staying in the habitat where her father gave his life to help protect endangered gorillas. He left home years ago; now Raven refuses to return home until she unravels the truth about his last days.

Raven certainly doesn’t count on crossing paths with a handsome young hunter—especially one as charismatic and intense as Jospin Tondjii. Instantly, she’s hooked. But Jospin is hiding a dark truth: He is the heir to a powerful poaching empire, part of a ruthless black market that is responsible for the dwindling gorilla population.

Their fathers may have been enemies, but Raven and Jospin forge a bond that goes beyond blood, a relationship that is tested as Raven draws closer to the source of her father’s death. Can she and Jospin bear the weight of the secrets of the wild—and the secrets of their pasts? Or will the rain forest destroy them both?

Advance praise for Until You Find Me

“If you think the jungle is hot and dangerous, wait until you meet Jospin. He and Raven turn up the heat to scorching and burn the jungle down!”—Lisa Desrochers, USA Today bestselling author of A Little Too Far

“A beautiful, unconventional story that takes you to the jungles of Africa to fall in love, Until You Find Me contains the perfect balance of angst, thrills, and page-turning appeal.”—K.A. Tucker, USA Today bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths

“Wonderfully unique and utterly unputdownable, Until You Find Me is a breath of fresh air. Each page is sexier than the one before.”—Lauren Layne, author of Isn’t She Lovely
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With nothing left to clean, I head outside. Dark branches splinter the sky. The jungle goes still with my initial presence. A shuddering breath of shaky leaves, and then nothing. The creatures know I’m here. They’re always quiet at first, judging what kind of threat I hold in the palms of my hands. They are smart, wise to my ways. But I am not after the snake that coils, ready to strike, or the lizard, motionless, pretending to be part of the log beneath him. They are worth nothing to me, and so I move on.

And that’s when it happens.

Leaves blur the picture around me. I blink. Wait. Watch.

It’s her. The girl with hair like bleached sunshine. The one I haven’t seen in over a month. I listen to my heartbeat throbbing in my ears like hundreds of marching men. I should have paid better attention. But no one ever comes here, so close to my home—unless the person is a friend. Yet here she is. Unafraid or unaware—I’ll discover which soon enough.

I become part of the jungle. Still. Even my breaths are quiet.

Her back is to me. A sling is wrapped around her injured arm. She looks fragile standing there in the sunlight. I am shocked to see that she survived her attack; I have a feeling that I need to go to her, but I fight it back. I don’t trust myself, the part of me that finds interest in this girl. And, even more so, I don’t trust her.

I suddenly notice the weapons poking out from the top of her bag. I can’t believe I didn’t notice them first. I am perplexed, because I know she stays at the habitat. But she doesn’t seem to be one of them at all.

Or is she? Did she find these weapons and plan to show them to her co-workers?

She yanks a spear out of her bag with her good hand and flings it at a paper that’s attached to a tree. It misses. By quite a lot. She tries another and another. Only one throw comes close to the mark.

I continue to watch her. It’s incredible that her injured arm is still attached and that she is throwing spears with her uninjured one. I’ve witnessed inexperienced poachers lose a leg, arm, sometimes worse. So perhaps the gorilla didn’t intend to hurt her badly. Perhaps his attack had been a warning. But why, I wonder?

I don’t know about this girl who possesses weapons and survives gorilla attacks that could maim grown men and squeezes my heart without ever laying a hand on me.

A grasshopper lands on my shoulder. I flick my eyes to it for a moment, raise my hand slowly, and brush it off. My eyes return to the girl.

But she’s gone. I don’t understand.

Then comes a voice.

“Who are you?” it asks from behind me.

Author Info:

Amber Hart is the author of Before You and Until You Find Me. She grew up in Orlando, Florida, and Atlanta, Georgia, and now resides on the Florida coastline with her family. When not reading, she can be found writing, daydreaming, or dipping her toes in the sand.

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Excerpt & Giveaway for The Shocking Secret of a Guest at the Wedding by Victoria Alexander

Monday, November 17, 2014

The Shocking Secret of a Guest at the Wedding
Millworth Manor # 4
By: Victoria Alexander
Releasing November 4th, 2014
Zebra / Kensington
The bride and groom cordially request your presence for a wedding at Millworth Manor…

Guests will include Jackson Quincy Graham Channing, New York City banker, and Lady Theodosia “Teddy” Winslow, wedding planner to the finest families in England.

Introductions shall be followed by light conversation, dancing, flirtation, arguing, reconciliation, and an impulsive kiss that both parties are quite certain they will never repeat.

Until they do.

A mutually beneficial fake engagement will be accompanied by all manner of very real complications, scandalous revelations, nefarious schemes, and one inescapable conclusion: That true love—unlike the perfect wedding—is impossible to plan…
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Teddy gazed out over the crowd and wondered what these people would say if they knew this wasn’t just the eccentric hobby of the countess and her daughter. If they knew her father’s death four years ago had left them very nearly penniless and with debts still to be paid off. Only her closest and oldest friend, the bride’s sister Delilah, Lady

Hargate, knew the truth. But Dee would take Teddy’s secret to the grave if necessary. There were any number of sins the upper ten thousand would forgive. Poverty was not one of them.

“You do realize that you’ve missed someone,” an American voice said behind her.

She turned and adopted her most pleasant smile. “I beg your pardon.”

“You missed someone,” he said again.

She was tall but he was taller and she had to raise her chin to meet his gaze. His eyes were a rich blue that complemented the dark shade of his hair. His jaw was square, his shoulders broad, and while not shockingly handsome, he was certainly an attractive-looking man. There was the vaguest air of familiarity about him although she was sure they had never met. He was obviously one of Grayson’s American friends.

“Did I?”

“I’ve been watching you and I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be making sure everyone is dancing or otherwise engaged.”

“You’ve been watching me?” She raised a brow. “I’m not certain if I should be flattered or alarmed.”

He smiled, a charming, infectious sort of smile. “I assure you, my intentions are strictly honorable.”

“Then tell me.” She glanced around the room. “Who have I missed?”

“Me of course.” He paused. “And you.”

“I see.” She considered him for a moment.

It was not uncommon for Teddy to join in the festivities at an event. Indeed, one of the benefits of hiring Teddy was having Lady Theodosia present at a social event. She was from a prominent family, the daughter of an earl, and was once one of the most sought after marriageable ladies in the country. Of course, that was several years ago. She was twenty-six now and while her mirror told her she had never looked better, age was as much of a stigma in her world as poverty. Not that she didn’t wish to marry, the right man had simply never happened her way. And the one she had thought was right had turned out to be very, very wrong.

“One dance, that’s all,” he said quickly. “Save me from the dire fate of having only myself for company.”

“That does sound dreadful.”

“You have no idea.” His brow furrowed. “I don’t seem to be doing this well.” The American leaned closer in a confidential manner. “May I be perfectly honest with you?”

She smiled. “I much prefer honesty to dishonesty.”

“Good.” A decidedly uncomfortable look crossed his face.

“I accompanied my father here but he seems to have disappeared. And aside from him, I don’t know anyone else here to speak of. I feel both invisible and conspicuous, if that’s at all possible. I’m not used to feeling out of place and it’s, well, disconcerting.”

“And dancing will help?”

“I am considered a good dancer and I promise I won’t step on your feet.”

“Well, I—”

“The point I am trying to make is that I feel like a fish stranded out of water at the moment. A large American fish. Just flapping around in the sand.”

She bit back a smile.

“So please take pity on a fish and do me the very great honor of joining me for a dance.” He cast her a hopeful smile. “I would be forever in your debt.”

“Well,” she said slowly, “I have always been fond of fish. Although I usually prefer it with a dilled cream sauce.”

“Then you’ve obviously never had baked flounder stuffed with crab.” Amusement glimmered in his eyes. “Nothing is better than crab-stuffed baked flounder.”

“Unless perhaps it is a native American fish stranded on the beach?”

He stared at her for a moment, then laughed and held out his hand. “Shall we?”

She hesitated, then placed her hand on his. “You should know I don’t make it a habit to dance with men I have not been properly introduced to.”

“Understandable.” He nodded and led her onto the floor.

“Then this will be a new experience for you. For both of us really. We should think of it as an adventure.”

“As adventures go, I’m afraid this one is rather minor.” Although there was something to be said for dancing with a handsome stranger. “Surely you can think of something better?”

“I wish I could.” He took her in his arms and they moved to the strains of a sedate waltz. “But one has to start somewhere. With adventures, that is. One step at a time, you know.”

“I suspect you’re right.” She shook her head. “I’ve always rather fancied adventure although I’ve never been an especially adventurous sort myself.”

“You don’t need to be.”

She drew her brows together in confusion. “I don’t?”

“Of course not.” He skillfully led her through a turn. He was right—he was good. “You’re a beautiful woman with hair the color of fine mahogany, flashing emerald eyes, and an air of confidence and assurance about you. You are an adventure.”

“Oh.” She had no idea what to say. It was perhaps the nicest compliment she had ever received. And it had been some time since she’d had such a compliment. She wasn’t used to being at a loss for words and promptly changed the subject. “Forgive me but I am a bit confused. You said you didn’t know anyone here but your father. There are a great many American friends of the groom’s in attendance. I assumed you were one of them.”

“I’m afraid not.” He shook his head. “I have met him, the groom that is, but I didn’t realize that until I arrived.”

“Now I am even more confused.”

“As are we all.” He smiled. “My story is long and convoluted. One I promise not to bore you with.”

“But I do so enjoy a long and convoluted tale.” She tilted her head and studied him. “Is it a good one?”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Well then, does it end well?”

“The ending too is yet to be determined.”

“How very interesting,” she murmured. What an enigmatic sort this American was. “Will you be staying in England long?”

“I’m not sure.”

“My goodness.” She stared up at him. “Are you being deliberately vague?”

He laughed. “Not really. My life is something of a, oh, a question mark at the moment, I would say. I can’t answer your questions because I don’t have the answers.”

“I see. Well, do you have a name?”

“I do.” He smiled. “But, in the interest of elevating our dance from a minor adventure to something more interesting, maybe we should postpone introductions for now.” A firm note sounded in his voice. Whatever his story was, whoever he was, it was obvious he did not wish to discuss it further. How very intriguing. “And at the moment, I would much prefer to talk about you. You seem to be running things here. Are you a friend of the family?”

She nodded. “The bride’s younger sister, Dee, or rather Delilah, Lady Hargate that is, is my oldest and dearest friend. My mother and I organize social events including weddings although my mother is not here today. I planned this one.”

“It looks as though you’ve done an excellent job.”

“It has turned out nicely.” She couldn’t keep a note of pride from her voice.

“So this is, well, a business enterprise for you?” Doubt sounded in his voice.

“When my father died, my mother and I found ourselves at loose ends.” The well-rehearsed story flowed easily from her lips. “Mother was well known for the elaborate parties she gave and she trained me well. It began, and indeed it remains, more of a hobby than anything else. Something to fill our idle hours. Although we do charge for our services. There is nothing that says prosperity in society more than paying outrageous sums for something you could probably do yourself.”

He nodded. “Yes, of course.”

For a few moments they danced in silence but he was obviously pondering her comments. “It must be difficult work though.”

“Not at all. It’s quite enjoyable.” She shrugged as best she could in his arms. “Mother and I both enjoy entertaining but there are only so many parties one can give. Planning social events for others provides us with a great deal of variety and an extra bit of pin money.”

“I see.” There was a slight hint of disapproval in his tone.

“You think we should do this for nothing?”

“No, but it’s, well . . .”

“It’s what?”

“Somewhat unseemly, isn’t it?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What makes it unseemly?”

“You’re charging for your services which takes it out of the realm of an innocent pastime and into the definition of business.”

“Yes, I suppose one could look at it that way.” His attitude was nothing she hadn’t encountered before. Still, it was most annoying. She smiled and gazed into his eyes. “I prefer to see it as providing assistance to those ladies who can barely manage a household let alone a ball for two hundred people or an evening of music and cards for ninety or a grand, extravagant wedding.”

“Perhaps but—”

“And if we did not charge for our services, which as you said makes it perilously close to a business endeavor—”

He nodded.

“They would not be the least bit valuable. As much as I hate to admit it, especially to a foreigner, but the upper echelon of society here is frightfully shallow about things like this.” She cast him her brightest smile and changed the subject. “And are you in business as Mr. Elliott is? Another American entrepreneur? A captain of industry perhaps?”

“Not exactly.” He shook his head. “I’m engaged in banking, in the banking and trust founded by my great-grandfather.”

“I don’t believe I have ever danced with a banker before.”

“Yet another factor that makes it more of an adventure for you,” he said firmly. “Although bankers by their very nature are not adventurous men.”

“And yet you strike me as a man well suited to adventure.”

“Do I?” He executed another complicated turn. “Why do you think so?”

She considered him coolly. “For one thing, there is an air of assurance about you. You have the look of a man certain of himself and his world.”

“And yet, only moments ago, I confessed to feeling completely out of place.”

“Ah, but you hide it nicely. If you hadn’t said it, I would never have known you were anything other than completely at ease. I suspect you conceal your other secrets equally as well. Which are probably most shocking.”

“Oh, without question.”

She smiled. “Which makes you a man of mystery and intrigue.”

He laughed. “I’ve never been described as either mysterious or secretive and certainly not intriguing.”

“And I’ve never had gentlemen describe me as an adventure,” she said without thinking.

“Then they were unobservant fools.” He held her a tiny bit closer than was proper. “And are you a woman of mystery and secrets as well?”

“No, of course not.” She scoffed, then gazed up into his endless blue eyes. Her breath caught. “Perhaps.”

He smiled a slow, irresistible smile. A smile fraught with unspoken meaning or promise or something else completely absurd. Something absolutely improper. Something that held the vaguest, tempting hint of true adventure. The music ended and they drew to a stop yet his gaze still locked with hers. “Then I was right. You are an adventure.”

Author Info:

New York Times bestselling author Victoria Alexander was an award-winning television reporter until she discovered fiction was much more fun than real life. She turned to writing full time and has never looked back. Victoria grew up traveling the country as an Air Force brat and is now settled in a very old house in Omaha, Nebraska, with her husband, two allegedly grown children and two bearded collies. She firmly believes housework is a four-letter word, there are no calories in anything eaten standing up, procrastination is an art form, and it's never too soon to panic.

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Gratitude Giveaway Hop ($10 Amazon eGift Card)

Friday, November 14, 2014
Welcome to the Gratitude Giveaway Hop hosted by I Am A Reader
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Excerpt & Giveaway for A Cowboy’s Christmas Promise by Maggie McGinnis

A Cowboy’s Christmas Promise
By: Maggie McGinnis
Releasing November 18th, 2014
In a captivating novel spiced with holiday magic—perfect for fans of Rachel Gibson, Susan Mallery, and Molly O’Keefe—a rugged Montana man mends a Northeast girl’s jaded heart.

Boston veterinarian Hayley Scampini tends the city’s pampered pets but dreams of the rural life of a country vet. She’s single and determined to stay that way, convinced that love isn’t permanent enough to trust. Then a vacation to the Whisper Creek dude ranch introduces her to Daniel McKee, a sexy single dad who runs the kind of veterinary practice she aspires to—and rattles her conviction to keep men at a distance.

Managing a thriving practice, coping with the loss of his wife, and fighting a custody battle with his in-laws over his twin daughters, Daniel couldn’t be more overwhelmed. Hayley is a godsend, accompanying him in the field and winning over his girls. It doesn’t take Daniel long to realize he’s falling for this woman, hard and fast. So before Hayley returns to Boston, he extracts a promise: that she will return to Whisper Creek for Christmas. It’s the perfect time and place to show Hayley that the promise of a beautiful life together is something she can believe in.
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Cole smiled. “This is a very clean barn.” He glanced out the stable door as Decker’s truck came down the driveway followed by a fishtail of dust. “Looks like Kyla’s back from the airport. Brace yourself.”


“Because she brings with her one of the Boston bridesmaids.”

“Then that might be my cue to leave. Where they walk, disaster apparently follows.”

“Just stay for a second. You won’t be sorry.” Cole raised his eyebrows and tipped his head toward the doorway.

Daniel watched as Kyla got out of the driver’s seat, all bounce and smile and about-to-be-a-bride energy. Then his eyes scanned to the other side of the truck, and he felt them go wide as a leggy redhead hauled herself out of the seat and stretched her arms so high that he got a peek of her creamy, taut stomach.

Cole laughed as he motioned for Daniel to close his hanging jaw. “That would be Hayley.”


“I know.”

Good God.

Where Katie had been all soft curves, tanned skin, and wispy blond hair, Hayley had curly red hair halfway down her back, ivory skin, and legs that went for miles. In a sleeveless shirt and just-short-enough shorts, she could have auditioned for The Bachelor, dude ranch edition.

Cole elbowed him. “Wait ’til she smiles.” And then Kyla said something and Hayley’s mouth erupted in a huge grin. “And there it is.”

“She’s sort of old Hollywood mixed with—”

“Porn star?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Daniel clamped his mouth shut.

“Right.” Cole raised his eyebrows and snapped his fingers in front of Daniel’s face. “But don’t be fooled by a pretty package. That girl defines the redhead stereotype. She’s nothing but trouble wrapped up in”—he swirled his arms vaguely at her body—“that.”

“Don’t worry. I’m hardly in the market for anything like”—he mirrored Cole’s hand motions—“that.”

Or anything else, for that matter.

“Want to meet her?”

Hell, yeah.

Wait. What?!

Daniel cleared his throat. “Whenever. She’ll be here for two weeks, right?” He looked back toward the stalls. “I need to check on Sky Dancer one more time before I leave.”

“Come on, idiot. She doesn’t bite.” Cole headed out the barn door and up the driveway toward the truck, leaving Daniel no choice but to follow him. “Kyla, I thought we discussed this! We can’t afford to have Hayley and Jess back here!”

Kyla spun toward him, laughing. “But they promised to be good!”

Daniel watched as he reached Hayley and roped her into a bear hug, spinning her around as she shrieked. Cole pointed at Kyla playfully. “I gotta call the airline. They were supposed to divert her flight.”

Hayley laughed as he set her down. “Sorry, Cole. My pilot-bribe trumped yours. You’ve got me for two whole weeks!”

Cole let her go, motioning toward Daniel. “I don’t think you met Daniel when you were here last year. Daniel, this is Hayley.”

Daniel stuck out his hand, and Hayley slid hers into it and shook firmly. As her eyes met his, he could see that they were a green-blue color that rivaled the distant foothills. They were wide, bright, and mischievous—and he could easily picture her causing as much trouble as Cole had suggested.

She slid her hand free, a little more slowly than he might have expected. “It’s good to meet you, Daniel. And if Cole has told you any stories about me, I assure you they’re not true.”

“He hasn’t said a thing.”


Author Info:

Maggie McGinnis is the author of Accidental Cowgirl and Driving Without a License, which was a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award. A former high school English teacher, an accomplished musician, and a certified black belt, she lives in New England with her family.

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