New Release: His Little Lanie

Who is ready for a book that will sweep you away from the day?

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Just a girl in love with a guy who doesn’t know she exists. The story of Lanie Lange’s life. She rescued Eriksen from drowning when they were teenagers, but she wasn’t supposed to be there. He suffered a head injury in the accident, and he doesn’t remember her involvement. Another woman took credit for her rescue. Eriksen’s back in town now, and Lanie is dying to tell him the truth about that night. There’s just one problem. She has no proof.

Eriksen Sanders got caught up in the moment and found himself married to the wrong person. Divorced and moved home, he’s aiming to get focused and help bring about the new vibe to Happily. Only there’s something about Lanie he can’t figure out. An unexplainable pull and gut feeling that he’s met the woman before. Determined to find out, he does his best to corner her for the truth, but she constantly slips through his fingers.

In the waters of Maiden Lake, they find common ground. There the secrets about more than either of them expect begin to unravel.

His Little Lanie is a small town contemporary romance retelling of the classic fairy tale, The Little Mermaid.


Chapter One

Lanie Lange pushed through the back entrance and winced at the loud scraping of the metal door against the frame. She had to make time to fix that thing. It was an instant headache for it to squawk first off every morning. Maybe next week she’d squeeze it in. Or today. She could finish it today, but ever since their business had relocated to this building, she found herself welding constantly now that she had space to create bigger items. By the end of the day, working on a door that was functional was the farthest thing from her mind.
Not to mention summer was around the corner. Lanie’s workspace area was a large garage bay that was formerly the home of a loading and unloading section of a department store. No air conditioning. Heavy long sleeves and jeans to protect her skin from flying pieces of hot metal in the middle of ninety-plus temperature meant Lanie would get ahead on work and deal with the door later.

She twisted her hair to a low bun and tugged her welding cap down. Today she would complete their latest item to grace their Happily On Your Shelf store. A combination hat and umbrella stand that was all twisty turns and elegant arms formed from a pile of crap Lanie had discovered in her family’s junkyard.

All the main pieces had been cut and bent yesterday. After she poured over measurements and double-checked fittings, she’d have it built by the end of the day. She flipped through her notes on the project when the door leading to the storefront swished open.

Violet, one of the three Happily On Your Shelf owners, walked in with a pep in her step and all the glowing warmth of a newlywed. “Good morning.”

Lanie sucked in another mouthful of coffee to face her friend’s sing-song voice. “Morning.”

“I have some new ideas.” Violet pulled some sheets from the crook of her elbow and held them out. Violet designed. Lanie built. Cindy, the third partner to their endeavor, polished and finalized.

When Violet married over winter, Lanie half expected the designs to slow. If anything, Violet’s happy nuptials had filled her creative well. On the upside, Violet’s imagination pushed Lanie’s boundaries of what she could bring to life. It wasn’t always easy to take a sketch and create a 3D piece of art out of it. Poor Cindy though was left to figure out the rest. Be it working through details to wire a clock, add lighting, or just paint, Cindy managed to complete each idea Violet dreamed up.

Sure, it was challenging at times, but Lanie enjoyed the work. Not just because she got to be in business with her friends. Or that they were succeeding. Or that the work was fun. Okay, it was all those things. Life turned up sweet on occasion. She looked at the papers Violet brought and eyed the detailed sketch of a coffee table. Lanie turned to another sheet and found an end table. Violet had created a few pieces of furniture over the years, but before Lanie could officially begin them, Violet ran through and snatched the drawings back to make changes. They had plans to eventually branch into more prominent pieces of home décor instead of just knickknacks and souvenirs. It was all part of the long-term rollout of their business.
Looked like Violet stripped some of the ornate design off a previous version and went back to rustic with notations to use polished copper with dark-stained wood. As with every piece Violet drew, this one was just as beautiful as the last. “Are you going to let me build any of this before you take them away again?”

“Probably not.”

Lanie held the papers up. “You know, these would look good in my cabin with the patio doors and kitchen counters we already did.”

Violet beamed. “I know. That’s what I was thinking of last night and had this idea. I thought, why not use copper for a top instead of glass sunken in? I went back and forth on how much design. At one point I had wrapped the legs with a sort of vine-like element to echo the glass doors we hung there, but it looked busy. And you have that nice thick mantel there that I thought the bareness of these legs stained dark to match would complement well.”

“So maybe let me build these and we actually complete this project to see how it goes?”

“That’s the idea.” Violet sighed and crossed her arms under her chest. “But I don’t know if you can talk Cindy into polishing the copper.”

True point. They had crafted beautiful countertops in the kitchen at the cabin as a test run. They were completely stunning and a bit of a pain to bring out the pattern. Lanie tapped the pages against her palm. “I could swap the copper out for a similar coloring plate to the wrought iron around the glass doors. The deep flat black against the dark wood would be pretty.”

Violet winced. “I thought about that too, but with the thick legs of the wood to match the mantel and a black top, I got a mental image of a railroad theme and couldn’t get the look out of my head.”

And now that Violet put it there, Lanie was stuck with it too. “Maybe oil-rubbed bronze? That would be close to the copper. Close enough anyway, since the kitchen is around the corner and they won’t be put side by side. I’ll have to let Cindy have a look and get her opinion.”


Lanie held the sheets away. “But once Cindy puts her two cents in and we make a decision about a final look, you don’t get to swipe these back. Just make new ones. Or tweak off one of the other hundreds of furniture ideas you’ve given.”

“It hasn’t been hundreds.”

Lanie stared her down until Violet caved.

Her friend sighed. “Maybe if you count the ideas I had since the very beginning, before we ever got moved into the new building.”

“I am.”

“You know,” Violet moved to the work table and shifted through the other project ideas that had been piled up and she came out with the daisy sketchy. “You could do another of these.”

Not on her life. Lanie plucked the sheet out and buried it back to the bottom. “No way. Get out, you. I have work to do.”

Violet left with a chuckle. “Have fun. I’m getting the front opened.”

“I’ll have your hat stand finished today if you want to give Cindy the heads-up for this afternoon.”

Violet gave a nod and a wave and disappeared back to where Lanie would just about rather die than be: the storefront. No. Definitely not. All the people, their questions. The smiling in the face of their slow browsing. No way. Lanie settled her welding hood on, knocked it down, and it sealed her into quiet darkness where it was just her and her thoughts.

Under the hood she found the peaceful solace that was only outdone by her quiet swims at Maiden Lake. In the waters she cut through the lake with a constant stream of thoughts and ideas. Here Lanie crouched, twisted, ducked, and brought art to life with each spark and hot run of her tools. The wire gun lit on the metal and caught. Heat swarmed across the front of her as she melted metal together. First tacks and adjustments to get the angles correct. Then she laid down a long ripple of welds. The rhythmic pattern slipped out like a row of overlapping nickels that could compete with a mechanical arm. Moving constantly and working through lunch, she attached the final arm of their decorative umbrella-combo-hat stand and stood back for a look.

Lanie couldn’t wait to see what Cindy would do for this. Cindy usually arrived about now to look at what needed her attention. Lanie knocked the crusted flakes off a weld and stretched. A string of pops zipped up her spine, and a long moan slid out. One more project down meant time to start another.

She could take a break and go for a walk, but that was too risky for running into people. Anyone, really, and all their talking and questions. The chitchat was just exhausting. The weather was fine. Or it was raining. Who cared? Yes, work was great or hard or whatever. Same for everyone. While she could suffer through a long, useless chat, mostly skipping that break and walk meant less opportunity to run into their business neighbors. Or at least one of them specifically.

Not that he knew she really existed. Well, he knew she was alive and all, but that wasn’t the same thing. To save herself from spilling the truth about his past that would paint her a crazy person, she pushed her oxygen tank hoses to the side, hung up her hood, and consulted Violet’s drawings to figure out what to work on next. At some point Violet must have come through the warehouse, because that damn daisy sculpture was back on top. Never. That thing required tacking together about seventy-five nails to create the bloom. Lanie had built exactly one of those and had no plans to repeat the meticulous process again. She returned the design to its rightful place at the bottom of the stack.

The side door by the garage bay opened with a booming scrape against the frame, instantly dragging up guilt for not fixing it yet. She brushed the worries aside like always. The door creaked and grunted as it closed. Before Cindy could say anything, Lanie waved without looking up. “I know, I know. It needs to be fixed.”

“Probably nothing a little W-D can’t take care of.” A male voice echoed in the room.

She stilled as the rumbling baritone sounds rolled over her, and she slowly turned to see it wasn’t Cindy. It was the one man who didn’t know she existed in the way she knew he existed.

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Limited Edition BIG BUNDLE!

Get the entire Apple Trail and Roughneck Series in one easy Limited Edition Bundle. Available now until May 2017 for only $5.99.

That’s over 300,000 words of small town contemporary romance all tucked in one easy place.

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Last Chance at .99 over Labor Day Weekend!

My .99 re-release sale is almost over! I’m extending it through the holiday weekend so don’t wait and grab In The Hay now!


It’s been a White Picket Fence life for Nicolette. Charming but tedious. She graduated high school, raring to go. Nothing is ever as easy Hay 677x1000as it seems, though. The fear of being stuck in a rut, living a dull day-to-day life, keeps Nicolette from settling on a career despite her six years of college. When the chance arrives for her to house sit, she takes opportunity by the horns for some playtime. She would finally experience life and find something to make her happy.

Drew knows exactly what he wants. To run the family construction business. Too bad his dad doesn’t think he’s ready. They make a deal: Drew will help his cousin put up a new fence and after he’s learned hard work, the construction business is his. Drew’s not sure why learning to string a fence together will see him suitable for a career of paper pushing, but he’ll do it.

When Drew meets the wanna-be-free-spirited Nicolette in the small town of Apple Trail, Arkansas, his determined thoughts of what he’s always worked for begins to sway. Nicolette’s finding the fun in life during their temporary relationship. After she gets a taste of what living is supposed to be, how will either of them walk away?

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Debut Author Amy Gregory!!

I have an excerpt from debut author, Amy Gregory from her release, Racing To Love.

They continued to walk back toward the pits, but he stopped when they were in the darkened hallway, just before they would have rounded the corner and been seen.
Molly’s heart sped.
He was still holding her hand, but turned to face her as he placed his other hand on her waist. She sucked in a breath when he stepped forward. Her first instinct was to be anxious, to cower back, but something in those ice blue eyes told her she didn’t have to be afraid.
When he had leaned in to kiss her when they were sitting on the track, she’d panicked. And then when he had started to move away, she’d panicked again—for a different reason entirely.
Those flip-flopping emotions were about to drive her crazy.
Now, in the dimmed corridor, Molly closed her eyes to catch her breath and to search for a decision. He’d been rubbing his thumb on her waist, but his movements stopped when her eyes dropped closed. The soothing strokes didn’t continue until she finally reopened her eyes and dragged her attention up his chest and past his Adam’s apple. She continued up until she locked her gaze with his. When she offered him a hesitant smile, he began stroking her again with a warm smile on his lips.
Staring down at her, he let go of her hand and skimmed the back of his over her cheek. She felt her heart thundering, her pulse racing when she ran her hands up his chest, feeling each and every rippled muscle. She’d never purposely touched a man like this before. Sure, she’d felt Brody’s muscles when she’d smacked him for one reason or another. Or when trying to push him off of her after he’d wrestled her to the ground being an ornery brother and all. But this? This was foreign.
Her eyes were back on her own fingers, taking everything in. She stopped at his heart and could feel it pounding hard beneath the soft cotton t-shirt.
“Just so you know…” he started in his slow, sexy voice.
She could tell he was waiting for eye contact again before continuing. “Yeah?” she whispered.
“I’m going to fall in love with you.”

Racing to Love – Carter’s Treasure

From the outside, Molly West had everything, beauty, brains, and a career she’d retired from not once, but twice. Being in the limelight and in a sport that was male driven, she was often surrounded men. She ignored first the boys, and as she got older, the men. Unfortunately, they were all the same, all after one thing, and she had absolutely no use for them. Her cold shoulder and patented not a chance in hell look were usually enough to get her point across. Occasionally, she had to resort to her sass—and her brother.

Molly had no plans in changing what was a perfectly good system. That is until she walked into the pits. When she stood toe-to-toe with the sex in jeans, she knew right then and there that the man her adoptive mother always told her was out there, was now standing right in front of her.

Carter Sterling had traveled the racing circuit since he was a boy. He’d heard all the old standbys, She’s out there somewhere, love comes along when you least expect it. Good things come to those that… Yeah, he’d heard them all. The last place he expected to meet the love of his life was on a pro track. All she did was smile, and he knew, looking into her sapphire blue eyes, Molly West was his. Forever.

If it was only that easy. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he had a gripping feeling in him. An overwhelming need to protect her. A girl he’d just met. Carter had learned a long time ago that gut feelings are almost never wrong.

Molly now held his heart in her hands, but it was going to take a lot more than just love to protect her from the past she thought she’d buried a long time ago.

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Consensual Infidelity

Please welcome my guest, Voirey Linger and her VERY SEXY new release!


It’s almost a conflict of terms. It is really cheating if your partner knows and approves? What if you never made a vow of sexual fidelity? You can’t really break a promise never made.

There is a mindset, an understanding in society that when two people get married, their sexual identity will revolve wholly around their spouse. No guest appearances allowed.

But not all couples work that way. There are those who feel other sexual and emotional entanglements don’t necessarily threaten their commitment to each other. I have to admit, I’m not one who could do this. I am jealous of my partner’s attentions. The idea piques my curiosity, though.

The whole idea of seducing and being seduced while under the watchful eye of one’s husband came from Inez Kelley. Her consensual infidelity menage, Coming Clean, has one of the sexiest dance scenes I’ve ever read.

The idea of why a woman would want to bring in a third partner isn’t hard to figure out. But why would a husband want to share his wife? Like I said, I’m jealous. The idea of offering to share didn’t make sense to me. Luckily my characters have minds of their own. Bringing a playmate home made perfect sense to them.

If you’re up for reading a little consensual infidelity, And She Liked It is now available from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
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A six-foot-plus mountain of sexiness is trying to seduce Janie and doing a damn good job of it. Just one problem…her husband is watching the whole thing.

To her surprise, Edward has no problem with his wife being seduced. In fact, he’s encouraging it. They share a deep love, but the mindless lust that drove them as a new couple has been missing for a while. And Paul is just the man to bring heat back into their marriage. Edward knows if Janie is brave enough to allow Paul to join them, she just might like it.


The hand at her bare back was warm. Skin against skin gave the contact an illicit sensuality. Although her dress was relatively modest for the gathering, the touch of this man made her feel naked.

Janie focused her attention on the knot of his bow tie, trying to ignore the confused tumble of sensations jostling through her.

It was just a dance. A simple dance. She shouldn’t be all hot and bothered by it.

The hotel ballroom was festooned with hearts and cupids, but there was nothing romantic about their surroundings. These charity cocktail functions were all the same. The wealthy paid an exorbitant amount for admittance, not because they care anything about the designated cause, but for the opportunity to nurture business relationships worth billions of dollars.

Rich people trying to see who they could use to get richer.

The floor was full of couples using the music as an opportunity to network and schmooze appropriate business partnerships. Somewhere off to her left an up-and-coming young politician was fox-trotting a former senator’s grandmother across the floor. To her right, a tycoon’s wife danced with a banker.

No one here would think anything of her dancing with Paul. It was all perfectly innocent.

Except she couldn’t stop thinking of how that hand felt against her bare skin, wondering if it would feel as good, better, elsewhere, against more bare skin.

He pulled her closer, not enough for anyone else to notice, but the change hit her with the force of a small bomb. She bowed her head and took a shaky breath, trying to steady her nerves. The scent of him flooded her senses. He didn’t wear cologne. He simply smelled of basic toiletries and clean, male flesh.

And of sex.

Oh God. She wanted him. Wanted him naked, under her, over her.

In her.

“Your husband is watching us.”

Janie shuddered, feeling her husband’s eagle-eyed gaze as surely as she could feel the hand on her back.

Damn Edward. It was his fault she was thinking like this. He’d teased her about her attraction to Paul for weeks. From the moment Edward had introduced them, the handsome Aussie had left her flushed and flustered. Her husband had noticed, and hadn’t missed an opportunity to remind her of it.

Last night he’d brought it up while they were making love. She came thinking of sun-bleached hair and bright-blue eyes.

Janie swallowed hard.

Edward. She had to think of her husband, of his dark eyes, his cologne and his gentle hands. Not the scent of male skin and hard hands of the man holding her.

She peeked over Paul’s shoulder, looking for dark hair and darker eyes. But there was no sign of Edward in the sea of black jackets and formal dresses lining the dance floor.

The hand on her back shifted, moving down until it met the fabric at the small of her back. Calloused fingertips scraped delicately over her skin, eliciting an eruption of goose bumps.

Think of Edward.

A finger slipped past the edge of fabric in a deliberate stroke and she stiffened.

“I— I think we need to…” That devilish finger stroked again and her brain stuttered to a halt.

“Need to what, love?” The words were whispered in her ear. The hot wash of his breath along the side of her neck sent another ripple of awareness through her. Stray tendrils of hair danced over her skin and she could feel the drag of silk over her nipples as they tightened.

A movement in the crowd caught her eye. Edward, raising a glass of champagne in a silent toast. Relief swamped her and she tamped down the urge to run to him, to seek shelter from this man and her own arousal.

“Edward. We need to get back to my husband.”

“Ah yes. We can’t leave him out of the fun and games, can we?”

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New Apple Trail Release!!!

Making Her Nights, fourth in Apple Trail, Arkansas is NOW AVAILABLE!!!

Love love love this book! Oh, Tiffany and Mike just set my keyboard on fire while writing them! As I wrote this story, I was continually taken back to when I wrote Through The Wall. Both of these novellas seemlying wrote themselves with very little trouble and the tension between the two characters are just OFF. THE. CHARTS. ….in my opinion, anyway 🙂

He never loses control and she always tests the rules.

Chief Deputy Mike Gabel is the man in charge in Apple Trail. No one gives him more trouble than a certain blonde. While her stunts are frustrating to deal with, it’s the constant way she keeps him trapped in knots.

Tiffany McBride has a reputation for being a trouble maker. She’s been betting and causing trouble since her parents died when she was a teenager. What looks like a young woman sowing her oats, it’s actually desperate measures to gamble for extra money to put food on the table.

When these two acknowledge their attraction, sparks fly…that is if Mike’s public position can survive Tiffany’s frowned upon reputation.

The official release date isn’t until Monday, June 20th, so it’s still popping up here and there. As of the moment, it’s available for $1.99 from  Amazon Kindle | Smashwords | All Romance Ebooks and Omnilit

Want to know more? The first two and half (or thereabouts) chapters are posted HERE!

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I’m gonna die happy.

…and in love with a huge girl crush right now that might include a feel up when I see her in a few weeks *wink*. I tell you, it was tough to just find a one sentence snippet of this review, so I didn’t. I took a whole paragraph, wanted to take it all, but I managed to contain myself. Just barely.

I think the reason I connect with Keri’s work is because it FEELS real. It feels like someplace I’ve been before. When I read a Keri Ford book I just…feel. I feel love, annoyance, sadness. I laugh. A lot. The full array. I experience the sensations with the characters. I’m there with them. Keri’s writing is realistic, right down to her characters Googling sex acts. I find that this type of experience doesn’t happen often for me. In most books it feels like a movie in my head. I can see, hear and smell…but not feel. It’s nice to experience the difference with Keri’s work.

thank you so so so much to Nikki Brandyberry at Ramblings From A Chaotic Mind for your very lovely review of In The Hay.

I’ve mentioned several times that In The Hay was my favorite of the Apple Trail series and that I just adore the heroine and was terrifed I wouldn’t be able to get her on the page right. In the days before the release, I was still working on Nicolette and worrying and all but chewing the tips of my fingers off she wasn’t going to come across right.

Another chick I would like to hug and cop a sneak attack feel on is Rebecca Wolfe over at Beck’s Book Picks.

One reason I love Keri’s work so much is that you get a short novella to read but it reads like a 400 page book. She writes so well and you get so involved in her story. This book was no exception. … I  was drawn to Nicolette as a character. I wanted to take her under my wing and show her the ways. Drew felt the same way and I think he just let her experience life and let her make decisions.

Getting Nicolette’s character right was one of the toughest writing challenges I’ve ever had to face and I didn’t do it alone. I thanked them in the book, but am again giving a shout out to critique partner KJ Reed and my editor Jacquie Daher for all their hard work in getting this story turned in what it became.

In The Hay is the third novella in the Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas series. It may be part of a series, but this novella stands all on it’s own and is available in eformat for $1.99. If you’re new to the series, but don’t like reading out of order, check out Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas Volume 1. The print ($13.99) and Digital edition ($4.99) includes Through The Wall, On The Fence, and In The Hay.

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In The Hay ~ Now Available

….two strangers visit Apple Trail. When they get together will they put in roots in this small town or go back to their lives?

It’s been a White Picket Fence life for Nicolette. Charming, but tedious. She graduated high school, raring to go. Nothing is ever as easy as it seems though. The fear of being stuck in a rut, living a dull day-to-day life keeps Nicolette from settling on a career, despite her six years of college. When the chance arrives for her to housesit, she takes opportunity by the horns for a little playtime. She would experience life and find something that would make her happy.

Drew knows exactly what he wants. To run the family construction business. Too bad his dad doesn’t think he’s ready. They make a deal. Drew will help his cousin put up a new fence and after he’s learned hard work, the construction business is his. Drew’s not sure learning how to string fence line together will see him suitable for a career of paper pushing, but he’ll do it.

When Drew meets the wanna-be-free-spirited Nicolette, his determined thoughts of what he’s always worked for begins to sway. Nicolette’s finding the fun in life. But their relationship is temporary. A week tops.

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She stared up at him. Her little chin upturned, pouty lips parted as she gasped for air. Freckles dusted over a nose framed by wide brown eyes with long, thick lashes. Hmm. Not just simple brown eyes, so much more than that. Golden and bright and flecked with bits of green. “You’ve been watching me.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I have.”

She pressed her lips together and glanced away for a brief second before looking back at him. “What’s your name?”

“Drew. Yours?”


She didn’t look like a Nicolette. Nicolette was too formal, too proper. This girl looked like honey fresh from a hive. “Having fun dancing?”

Her lips split to a wide grin, hands came up and clasped before her chest. “I’ve never danced the night away before.”

“Ah. That makes sense.” Not really, but she smiled, liking the response, so that was good enough.

She glanced around and bit her lower lip, kicked at the old concrete floor with her toe, and twiddled with her fingers. He started to ask if she wanted to get out of there, but he wasn’t given the chance.

Her gaze returned to his as she grabbed the front of his shirt, tugged him forward, and planted her lips to his. No sooner did their lips touch and the tangy sweetness of what he thought was peach bubble-gum filled his mouth, she pulled away, red-faced.

“I’ve never done that before.” Air gushed from her in a rush. “So sorry.” She spun on her heels and started away. Her heat and fire was slipping through his fingers along with her red curls.

“Not so fast.” He wrapped his arm around her slim waist and spun her back against him. “For your first time, it ought to be done right.”

Her lips parted, her eyes widened. A soft gasp escaped as he tugged her hot and sweat dampened body flush to him. Fully and right as he’d been wanting her all night. She was taller than he’d thought. Her hips were against his. Chest on chest. He waited no longer to take what’d he’d been wanting and pressed his lips over hers. She stiffened for only a moment before she melted against his body and sighed into his mouth.

He stroked his tongue along hers and finally got his hands in her thick hair. It curled over his arms, the thick strands wrapped around his fingers as he tipped her head back and deepened the kiss, giving her a full taste of what he could deliver. By the purr vibrating in her throat, he’d say she was onto the idea.

Besides, he was only doing his civic duty here. He had promised that officer he’d see her out safely. What better way to keep his promise than if they left together?

Hoots and hollers shouted out in deafening volumes, breaking the all too quick moment. Her hands landed flat on his chest and she started to push, but he linked his hands together at her lower back to keep her close, to hold the sweet, peach scent close.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “We could get out of here together.”

She blinked. Her fingers curled against his chest. Breath filled her twice. He waited for another push from her, ready to release her if that’s what she wanted. There was no shove. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, but stared toward the base of his throat. “What about my dancing the night away?”

“Haven’t you heard of the horizontal tango?”

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New ReleaseS (yes, plural!!)

Woot! I am so excited to see In The Hay is now available!!!! It’s the third story in my Apple Trail series and this heroine holds a special place with me. I’m so thrilled by it. I hope you all enjoy it too. I’ll do a post up in a second with an exceprt and stuff..but I just have so much to share, I can’t wait for another day!

I’m coming to print!! Through The Wall, On The Fence, and In The Hay are all coming as a combined print anthology for Uninhibited In Apple Trail, Arkansas Part 1. Also? they’ll be in a DIGITAL anthology available for $4.99. That’s right! If you haven’t started the series, this bundle is your perfect chance.  At $4.99, the bundle is cheapter than to buy them seperately!

And just in case you missed it, there was new gossip posted at Apple Blossom’s over the weekend!!

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On The Fence ~ Six Sentence Sunday pt2

Last week was my first time posting and I was so blown away by all the comments. I’d nearly forgotten to post in the first place and grabbed the snippet I did, not even realizing the cliffhanger! So what kind of man is Riley Hamilton? …here’s six more sentences for another clue!~~~

“And what kind is that, Riley? I’m not going to ask you to do anything you don’t want, but I’m having a hard time believing you don’t desire me right now.” She wiggled best she could, catching her crotch against the firm ridge nudging his zipper.

“I don’t have casual sex anymore on the spur of the moment.”
“Me either. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday when I saw you again.”

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