Release Day for Cowboy Heat!

March 18, 2014


Trace Adkins was right when he sang, “Ladies love country boys.”  We sure do.  And one of the best ways to indulge that addiction is by picking up Cowboy Heat, a brand spankin’ new collection of short stories out today.

Edited by Delilah Devlin and published by Cleis Press, these cowboy scorchers run the gamut from sweet to spicy.

If you aren’t already picking up my ecstatic otter vibes, let me just say that I am thrilled to be a part of this anthology.  Here’s what reviewers have said about Cowboy Heat so far…
"A new anthology of rugged romantics, rough riders, and rope wranglers."

"Do hard working cowboys turn you on? Do they get your thermostat rising? Then Cowboy Heat, edited by Delilah Devlin is the book for you. Add a little spice to your romantic life and enjoy a variety of stories of the Western kind!"

"If you love sexy cowboys who treat their women right, are true gentlemen, and well endowed then you’d be crazy to pass this up. Get it, I promise you will not regret it. Mine is going on my nightstand."
Here’s a snippet of my story “Remember.”  Eliza’s a jilted bride nursing her heartbreak at home alone.  Tyler is the cowboy stripper hired to dance at her bachelorette party.  When Tyler arrives thinking that the party is in full swing, Eliza greets him at the door alone…and Tyler decides to give her a private dance she’ll never forget.

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“Excuse me, miss,” said the stranger. His voice was a deep drawl. “Is this Apartment B?”
Eliza put the bottle down on the hallway table and turned on the porch light. The man was wearing a white cowboy hat; his face was still in shadow.
“Um, yes. Who are you?”
Well over six feet with long legs and a broad chest, he cast a big shadow over Eliza, whose eyes widened as she looked him over. Jeans, chaps, cowboy boots and a sleeveless flannel shirt that showed off arms that were manifestations of the diagrams in her old nursing textbooks. And he was carrying a boom box.
“I’m here for Eliza, the bride-to-be. I believe Penny’s arranged a party for her.”
Oh, Jesus, thought Eliza. She forgot to cancel the stripper.
He tipped his hat back, inadvertently flexing his bicep and revealing the most incredible eyes Eliza had ever seen. They were sky blue, but half of the iris of his right eye was brown shot through with shards of gold. Heterochromia, thought Eliza. Eyes of different colors. As if God couldn’t make up His mind.
Her skin began to tingle under his gaze.
“Are you Penny?” he asked.
Once, after watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid over chow mein, Eliza had mentioned to Penny that she thought cowboys were sexy.
“Cowboys? Really?” Penny had asked. “But you’re such a city girl.”
“I know,” she’d replied. “There’s just…something about cowboys.”
Like she always had, Penny stored that tidbit of information away, waiting for the opportune moment to use it. Mr. Opportune Moment flexed his jaw as he squinted at Eliza. Five o’clock shadow shaded his perfect cleft chin. “Wait, are you Eliza?” he asked, taking a step forward.
Eliza thought wine was supposed to dull the senses, but as he came toward her, his scent filled her nose. Sagebrush and pine, but also something more elusive: leather. His own skin. He smelled like sex. Eliza breathed deep.
“Um,” she said, blocking his way and nearly colliding with his chest. “The party’s been canceled. I’m sorry.”
“Rescheduled?”
“No. The wedding’s off,” she said.
He stood so close to her that she could feel the heat rising off his arms. “But…you’re Eliza, right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Hmm.” Again his gaze raked over her.
Her body tightened in response.
“Listen, Eliza,” he said slowly. “Your friend’s already paid me in full, and I’ve got no other appointments tonight. I can still dance for you. If you’re up for it.”
“Let me guess. You have a no-refunds policy?”
“Something like that,” he said.
“And you dance for one person at a time?”
“Sometimes,” he said with a smirk.
He was all kinds of handsome. She was all kinds of heartbroken. Eliza reached back and picked up the bottle of wine again and took a drink to give her courage. Then she opened the door wide and let him in. “What the hell,” she muttered.
Heaven help her, he sauntered right in.

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Cowboy Heat is available now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, Indiebound, or The BookDepository.  

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