Cowboys and Books!

A lot of us read contemporary cowboy romance, historical cowboy romance, cowboy erotica, cowboy paranormal, etc… And so what I want to know is…who is your favorite cowboy author and/or what is your favorite cowboy book?

For me… Delilah Devlin writes some pretty hot and very dirty cowboys. There’s also Lorelei James, Sophie Oak, Vivian Arend, and Cat Johnson. Because this is my blog and my post, I don’t have to pick a favorite book! Grins… But YOU, darlin’ reader, do!

Let’s hear it… Oh and, there might be a giveaway in it for someone…

~lissa

Cowboy Lust

A few months ago, author Delilah Devlin put out a call for cowboy stories to include in an anthology from Cleis Press. These were to be short stories and after some thought, I decided to write and submit one. I spent weeks on the 4500 word story. I spent days reading, revising, reading, revising, reading, etc… to get it just right, to get it perfect enough. Delilah writes awesome cowboys. I don’t ever pass up on of her cowboy books. Ever. She’s an amazing author who I admire more than words. I was able to spend some time with her at the Lori Foster con over the summer and I sat enthralled whenever she talked. I learned a lot from her in just a short period, so when she put out this call, I knew I had to try.

It paid off, this taking a chance thing. My story, Small Town Famous, will be included. It’s about a couple, Bethann and Tommy, who have been together since high school, who live in sin, who love each other fiercely, who are rather well known for their public sexual escapades. When a new girl comes to town and dares to lay a hand on Tommy, all hell breaks loose in the form of a shot gun, Bethann behind bars, and Tommy all kinds of turned on. It was a fun little story, inspired by Miranda Lambert’s song, Famous in a Small Town.

The title of the anthology is Cowboy Lust and it will be available come Fall 2012.

Other authors include Cari Quinn, Cat Johnson, Delilah Devlin, Cheyenne Blue, and Charlene Teglia. For a full list of authors and for the full write up of the book’s introduction, click here to be taken to Delilah’s blog.

I am so excited!

Oh, and we have 23 days left before the release of Twisted Up!

Have a great Sunday!

~lissa

Save the Date!

What’s a skeptical gal to do when Fate interferes and drops a hot, young cowboy in the chair next to her as she’s nursing a beer and wallowing in feelings of failure?

Well, avoid Fate and the horse she rode in on, of course.

At least that’s what Ella tried to do. Luckily for her, the Fate believing cowboy named Justin was having none of that.

Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews coming December 20, 2011 from Samhain Publishing. Mark your calendars…

~lissa

One Final Excerpt – Lissa Matthews – Sugar Rush

Genre: Contemporary BBW
Length: Novel
Available from Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/Sugar-Rush.aspx

Blurb:

Graham Hall is twenty-six and has a dream job as a travel writer. He’s come to Colorado for work and a little personal down time. With his article done and the six-month lease up on the small cabin in the valley, he’s stayed around until his next assignment. In a downtown Denver bar, Graham meets Edward and after a short conversation agrees to a blind date with Edward’s business partner, Jane. After all, what could it hurt?

Jane is completely oblivious to the machinations of Edward and Graham and shows up at Graham’s cabin to deliver a box of handmade chocolate truffles. From the minute Graham opens the door, Jane falls head over heels in lust. A plus size, mid-thirties woman, Jane isn’t sure what Cowboy Surfer, as she’s dubbed him, sees in her or why he’s so tenacious in his pursuit and tries throwing him off at every turn.

The inability to say continue saying ‘No’ leads to hot, scorching sex and a lot of follow-up phone calls opening Jane’s eyes to the realization that maybe life doesn’t have to revolve around chocolate truffles, but rather around a delicious, well traveled younger man.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Dubious consent, voyeurism of male/male sexual interaction.

Excerpt:

“Why are you sitting down? I said you should leave.”

When he looked over at her, she emphasized her words by gesturing to the door with her thumb. His smile both irritated her and made her want to beg him to tie her to the bed and ravish her day in and day out. He was sin in real live breathing color and too freakin’ tempting. He really had to go because she didn’t know how many more times she could say no and mean it.

None and never.

“You see, I don’t give up like that. You can’t tell me to go and expect me to do so when I know that’s not what you want me to do at all.”

Figured, but then, she already knew that, didn’t she? The man was damn persistent, and it secretly made her smile. Blind date or not, he was charming. Full of himself but charming. “Well, since you know so much, tell me then, what do I want?”
  
“I answered that already. Come here, Jane, and stop trying to get rid of me. On the other hand, if you’d rather, I can come over there and get you. I won’t bite hard, and you’ll be glad you gave in.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the edge of the open door. “Let’s say, for argument’s sake, you’re right. Let’s say I do want you.”

“I am, and you do.”

“Uh-huh. I know Edward told you why I’ve been a pill for the last few months and maybe it doesn’t make sense to you but, romantically, I’ve never been really successful. I have dated, but there’s never been a lot of real interest, on either side. And when Phillip dumped me… I don’t want to go through that kind of thing again. It was awful. I thought I’d found someone special, someone that I could maybe spend my life with, but I was just a stop along the way.”

“I understand. I really do, but hiding away from your feelings and your desires isn’t going to make the first step any easier no matter how long you wait, Jane. There’s always going to be an excuse not to move forward. You’re too damneddamn beautiful and sexy to just sit and let life pass you by.”

“You make me sound like an immature teenager that’s still holding out hope her first crush will realize his mistake in letting me go.”

“No. You’re just caught in a place between not wanting to be hurt again and let’s get it on. I’ve dated women your age, my age, and younger, and no one is immune to hurt. We all just process it differently.”

“Wow. You’re wise for twenty-six. Far more than I am at the ripe old age of thirty-six.”

“I told you I write for other publications. Well, one of the things I write about is relationships, usually from a romantic getaway perspective, but relationships just the same. Kind of like how to revive the spark stuff. I have a degree in creative writing and a minor in psychology.”

Jane was stunned. Really and truly stunned. So not only was Cowboy Surfer hot as hell, he was also a deep thinker, a pseudoexpert in relationships and travel. While she was just a candy maker sans formal college education. At the same time, she loved the company she and Edward had created for themselves. She might not have the degree, but she had solid business sense, creativity, and the ability to make decadent truffles that melted on the tongue. She truly loved her work. How many people could say that?

However, this between them had disaster written all over it.

He was right about one thing. No matter how long she waited to discover herself post-Phillip and let go of the past, it wasn’t going to be an easy step. Phillip hadn’t been the love of her life, but he had been special to her. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that it had been more of a comfort thing with him. At first, at least. Toward the end, he’d begun to pressure her to lose weight, to change the way she dressed, to move the business out of the loft. It was then she’d begun to doubt herself. And now that she thought about it in those terms…

“I’m not leaving, and you have until the count of five to come over here, or I’m coming to get you. Naked. One.”

Those words brought her out of her little reverie. “What? Wait a second. You can’t be serious.” But even as she said the words, he started pulling off his boots and socks. He then stood and reached into his back pocket, took out a condom packet, and laid it on the table beside the chair. She inhaled sharply, and he looked up, smiling.

“You might want to close the door. You don’t want any of your neighbors to happen by and get an eyeful. Two.”

His hands grasped the bottom of his sweater and pulled it up, giving her a glimpse of his tanned abs. She slammed the door the second his head was free and swallowed once then swallowed again. There was a smattering of chest hair and a flat, rock-hard stomach. There was the trail of dark hair that disappeared inside the waist of his jeans…Oh God.

“Jane? You okay, darlin’?”

She shook her head but never took her eyes off him. She was definitely not okay. He was perfect and beautiful and sexy as all get out. She took an unconscious step toward him.

“That’s it. Come on. Three.”