8 Days/8 Reasons to buy it now!

Texas Men

I don’t know about you, but I find this cowboy completely drool-worthy! Texas Men will release in 8 days and I’m celebrating by running a countdown on my blog. To be eligible to win, all you have to do is post a comment. I promise it won’t be a chore. I’ll give you eight juicy reasons why you have to read this book, and will give you glimpses into the stories and the characters you will meet along the way. Post a comment here today for an extra chance to win!

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Welcome to Honkytonk, the hottest town in Texas—thanks to its adventurous women, irresistible men, and sizzling sex…

Bound and Determined
Bar owner Tara Toomey is in the mood to serve bad boy Cody Westhofen more than a drink. What better way to capture his attention—and more—than to kidnap him for a wanton weekend? Tied to Tara’s bed, Cody is more than willing to cooperate…

Breezy Ridin’
When Joe Chavez and a sheriff’s deputy pull over a speeding motorcycle, it’s no surprise the county judge’s naughty daughter Sarah Michelson is behind the wheel—naked. And when she bribes them with a threesome, all laws are suspended as the men prepare for the ride of their lives…

Night Watch
Schoolteacher Amy Keating never planned to be a voyeur, but one innocent glance into deputy Logan Ross’s bedroom window has her hooked. Now she’s into a world of sexual play she never knew existed…

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When the DJ’s speaker set crashed to the floor as the first women to arrive rushed the tables nearest the stage, Tara Toomey scrambled for a replacement and chalked the mishap up to high spirits.

When one of the volunteers carrying a tray of Jell-O shots tripped, and cherry and lime gelatin slid in glistening trails down his face and naked chest, she laughed as eager women offered to lick him clean.

However, it wasn’t until one of her staff whispered in her ear that she knew she was in for a long night. The main attraction had yet to arrive.

She crushed her dog-eared copy of the “Hook-up” program in her fist and headed toward the old-fashioned, double swinging doors, ready to stomp all the way to Redbone Ranch to drag his butt to town.

As she passed excited, tittering women her smile felt strained, and her nerves stretched taut. The “Annual Honkytonk Hook-up” had always been a good time, but this year she wished she hadn’t been so quick to volunteer her bar again. Sure, it was good for business and many of the “blow-ins” from Houston, San Antonio, and San Angelo returned throughout the year because they enjoyed the event and Honkytonk’s authentic western ambience.

But Tara wished she could return home, crawl into bed, and pull the covers over her head. The last thing she felt ready to do was watch one particular cowboy strut his stuff across the stage and land in some other woman’s clutches, even if it was just one night, completely innocent—right—and for a really good cause. The fact he might blow off the auction pissed her off almost as much as the thought of the spectacle he’d cause if he did finally make an entrance.

If anyone thought splintered speaker casings or a little spilled Jell-O were trouble, they hadn’t seen a room full of women erupt in the wake of one seriously sexy cowboy.

The thought soured her stomach. Still, she had a part to play in tonight’s festivities. Everyone seemed to think it was her job to make sure that cowboy showed up because she was one of the few true friends he had. And after all, his picture in the auction advertisement had been the big pull.

Too many gussied up women crowded the entrance to the bar, and the line wrapped twice around the narrow foyer. Not that anyone complained about the wait as bare-chested men wearing tight jeans, cowboy hats, and wicked smiles carried more trays laden with drinks down the long line.

Rather than wade through the cloud of perfume when all her “polite” was gone, Tara swept past the sign-in tables where volunteers busily took the women’s cash and handed out programs, shiny Mardi Gras beads, and wooden bidding paddles.

The combined scent of expensive perfumes made Tara’s nose twitch, so she pivoted on her heel and stomped toward the side entrance, reminded again about the cause of her agitation.

Perfume was like doe piss to this horned buck—irresistible bait. So where the hell was he?

“He’s late!” a high-pitched voice squeaked behind her.

Tara didn’t even bother trying to pretend she didn’t know who “He” was, or that she didn’t know he hadn’t shown. Any woman with an ounce of estrogen in her veins would feel the tingle the moment the cowboy sauntered into the room.

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Tara muttered, pausing at the door to shoot a glance over her shoulder.

Meaghan Garrity, the event’s “man-wrangler”, trotted toward her, her anxious gaze rising over the top of the clipboard she clutched to her chest. Spots of hectic color glazed each pale cheek. Her long red hair escaped the untidy knot at the top of her head in long curling tendrils. “Didn’t you tell him he was second on the program? We can’t start until he gets here.”

“He’ll be here,” Tara bit out, and then forced a smile. No use getting Meaghan more nervous than she already was. He wouldn’t stand them all up, would he?

Even as she said it, her stomach churned. There was only one thing that would keep the cowboy from his adoring fans. An easier fish to land—one he didn’t even have to bother moving his adorable tail to find.

Tara wondered what her name was, and the image of a beauty with her head snatched bald flashed through her mind. But she pasted on a smile to reassure her friend, while inside her anger began a slow, hot boil.

Leave it to Cody Westhofen to keep three hundred intoxicated women waitin’ on his sweet ass. Does the man think his sex appeal will forgive all sins?

Tara carefully ignored the little voice inside her that screamed an emphatic “Yes!” Instead, she murmured, “Think that man would miss a chance at addin’ a hundred more numbers to his little black book?” Although she began the statement as a joke, anger scraped a sharper edge toward the end.

Tara caught herself before she began a rant, afraid Meaghan, whom she’d known since kindergarten, would wonder why one slow-as-molasses cowboy could get under her skin. After all, Tara was known for her ready smile, even temper, but especially, her cowboy-proof armor.

She shoved her crumpled program into Meaghan’s hand. “Um…I’ll check outside and see what’s keepin’ him.”

“Or who! Better check back seats!” Meaghan whispered loudly. “That man can’t take a step without trippin’ over a droolin’ woman.”

With a wry twist of her lips, Tara pushed open the glass door to step out into the parking lot.

Outside, stars twinkled above the spotlight that illuminated the gravel lot overflowing with cars, SUVs, and pickup trucks. More vehicles lined the road leading to the bar for as far as she could see. Luckily, the southerly wind that had whipped up the stink from the stockyards earlier had changed course. Although a little humid, the air was sweet and cool.

Muffled music and laughter sounded from the building behind her, but for a moment, a peaceful calm surrounded her. Tara closed her eyes and dragged in a deep breath, sure this would be the last time she’d get a chance to relax tonight.

Gravel crunched behind her, and her eyes shot open. Thick, corded arms encircled her waist, a cowboy hat held in one hand. The crisp scent of spicy cologne tickled her nose. “Hey darlin’, afraid I wouldn’t show?”

Even if he hadn’t spoken first, she’d have known it was him. That telltale tingle raised goose bumps all over her body.

Tara stiffened and her eyes slid open, but she didn’t push the arms away. The snug pressure provided a moment’s reassurance however empty the promise.

She slid her hands over the tops of his and squeezed. “Cuttin’ it a little close, aren’t ya, cowboy?” she said, hoping she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. “The natives are gettin’ restless.”

“Been waitin’ on you, sweetheart. Thought I’d let you get mad enough to wrestle me inside. You know how much I love to get you riled.” Cody’s arms withdrew, but before she had a chance to light into him good for being late, his hands gripped her hips and twirled her around.

And although she knew peeking up into his face would spell the end of her self-possession, her gaze rose to lock with his for a long charged moment.

Even in the shadows, shards of pale electric blue pierced the night. Whoever didn’t think there was a God had never looked into Cody’s bluer-than-blue eyes. Their gazes had never lingered over the width of his shoulders, the masculine curve of his jaw, the strong jut of his square chin and straight nose.

With a body made for loving and hair so pale and silky it captured light like a halo around his head, a woman could be fooled into thinking he just might be an angel incarnate.

Until they saw the wicked curl of his lips—a smile so seductive, so sensually ripe, it triggered a primal response an octogenarian nun couldn’t deny.

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31 thoughts on “8 Days/8 Reasons to buy it now!”

  1. Hay DD welcome back nice to see you again and you have come with gifts 🙂 This one promises to be as good as the first Texas Men if not better

  2. Brandy! Sorry to hear that your SO is on his way back! And thanks for letting me know you enjoyed DIT!

    Rasha! I hope you’ll love this book every bit as much as the first one.

  3. I LOVE YOUR BOOK DOWN IN TEXAS, AND YOUR OTHER BOOKS THAT I’VE READ AND I KNOW I’M GOINING TO LOVE TEXAS MEN ALSO.

  4. Well, you already know I loved DIT. Loved the excerpt, Texas Men may be better!!! Looking forward to its release!

  5. DIT was my first DD book and I absolutely loved it. I’ve been grabbing as many of her backlist as possible since and anxiously awaiting TM. CAN’T WAIT!

  6. Shelia! It’s so funny. I wrote vampires for so long, I wasn’t sure whether readers would enjoy the cowboys as much. But feedback has been awesome! Thanks!

    Tamara! I don’t know how to write lukewarm. LOL

    Sonya! Yep, I know you loved DIT. This one continues the story, with a little sexy BDSM play thrown in.

    Cathy M! You can be the “man wrangler”–I’m reserving the job just for you!

    Crystal and Brooks! Thanks so much!

    Nichole! I’m glad I made you an instant fan.

  7. Delilah, I have to totally agree about the cowboy on the cover. Yummy!

    I’ve been looking forward to TEXAS MEN ever since I finished DOWN IN TEXAS.

  8. Karin! And this book picks up right where the last one left off–but it’s completely stand-alone. You met Cody in book 1 of DIT; Saw Tara pretty much throughout DIT.

    Susan! Thanks so much!

    Paula! You won’t have to wait too terribly long. I have a shapeshifter story coming out with Ellora’s Cave in April and the next Dark Realm book in June.

  9. Natalie and Allison! Thanks, sweeties!

    Deborah and Margie! I love hearing when readers enjoyed a book, and so far, everyone who read DIT enjoyed it! Thanks!!

    Amy, Jane and kh! Thanks for stopping by!

  10. Hmmm…..sounds like I could use a vacation in the town of Honkytonk, Texas. Tell me Delilah, where’s a good place to stay? LOL

    Deidre

  11. Wow My mouth is watering after that one. I cant wait to read the whole thing. I think you are going to have another hit on your hands Congrats.

  12. Deidre!
    Guess I need to create a hotel in Honkytonk, don’t I? Or maybe one of those motels with the great big set of longhorn cow horns mounted over the office door. LOL

    Sara!
    Wouldn’t that be grand?!

    Ruthie!
    6 more days!!

    Lynda!
    It would have to start as a menage, but I think the boys need some time alone too. 🙂 Maybe they rescue the spoiled sister who’s been captured by the Graktiles….

  13. If anyone thought splintered speaker casings or a little spilled Jell-O were trouble, they hadn’t seen a room full of women erupt in the wake of one seriously sexy cowboy.

    OMG, I love this line! LOL

    Deidre

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