BUT…no idea why Mari was all on the Baseball…It being Football time. heehee. So…here’s some Football pics too.

I do know there will be pictures because I love pictures. I think I’ll do a contest too. For what you ask? A pdf copy of Magnus. If you happen to already have Magnus and you win…we’ll talk.

Do you know the Super Bowl is being held in my state? How cool is that! They have a week long party planned. No way will you see me in Indianapolis until after the Super Bowl. lol It’s going to be crazy. I’ve seen how much some of those tickets cost. OMG! Maybe if I won the lottery…um…nope…I don’t think I would even then. lol

So I mentioned a contest. All you have to do is comment this week and your name will go into the hat. Easy Peasy.  I’ll announce the winner on Sat. My last day of blogging. Woot.

Here is the Magnus information. This story is my baby. I know you’re not supposed to have favorites, like with kids, but Magnus has my heart and soul. I love that book and can’t wait to finish the series. I don’t know if it’s because its about Marines or just…I love the book. lol

MAGNUS

Book one in the Semper Fi Series

Hoorah! Take no prisoners.

The military is Marine Colonel Joe “Magnus” Rivers’ reason for being. Protecting the United States of America from all threats is his sole purpose in life. His world is turned upside down when a woman is assigned to his team of elite Marines and his attraction to her threatens his career.

NCIS Special Agent Emily Patterson’s orders: infiltrate Colonel Rivers’ team and find the culprits behind a rash of kidnappings connected to a sex slave ring. Her mission parameters didn’t include an attraction for Colonel Rivers but nothing in Emily’s career could have prepared her for Magnus. Her job becomes more difficult as she gets to know the man behind the uniform and Emily finds herself wanting to prove herself to him, potentially exposing her identity before she clears Magnus.

Magnus and Emily struggle against their growing feelings for one another, both knowing the consequences of giving in to lust. Magnus is Emily’s team leader and fraternising is against the rules. Emily is investigating Magnus and his team; getting involved with him could ruin her investigation and her career.

Reader Advisory: This book contains some violence and lots of swearing and sexual assault.

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Total-E-Bound.

EXCERPT:

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And without further ado…the winner is…….Jessie Malone!

Jessie–I’ll be in touch about mailing the prize.

There’s still a way everyone can be a winner! Jayne Rylon has a free read out now at Amazon and Barnes and Noble called Through My Window. It’s the first book in her Red Light series and it is fan-damn-tastic! Check it out!

Northern Exposure, the first book, is free at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Sony for only ONE more day. I hope, if you haven’t, you’ll take a peek at this book and the series. The final book, Western Ties, releases on March 6.

For fun, I thought I’d spend today sharing my favorite lines from each of the books in the series.

Northern Exposure

“Remember Jack Newton?”

Colby searched the recesses of his memory at JD’s random interjection. A lot of wandering men had worked the ranch a summer or two but…Jack?

“Tall, skinny like a bean pole, mean as a bear with a tooth ache?”

“Ah, yeah. I remember that fucker. Never did trust him.” More like he’d hated the way the man had appraised him with lurid intentions blatant in his stare.

“When I fired his ass, he tried to throw it in my face how he’d seen you and my ‘fag son’ going at it in the barn. How little Lucy caught you and bolted the night before Silas hightailed it out of here.”

“Son of a bitch.” Colby crashed his fist into the rough-hewn rail, regretting it as a spike of sensation traveled through his knuckles. “I fucked up, JD. Shit, I’m sorry. All these years. It’s my fault he left. You knew, and you didn’t kick me out?”

“Don’t go getting stupider than you’ve already been, son.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He shook the sting from his hand.

“You three kids have been pissing away time like it goes on forever.” JD rubbed his side, a gesture Colby had spied him making a few times lately. “Quit screwing around and set things straight. Whatever it takes. You’re only given so long around this place. Use it well.”

Southern Comfort

Jody lifted her left hand, flashing a diamond the size of Dallas in his face. “I’m engaged.”

“The hell you are.” The words left Seth’s mouth before he could catch them. While Thomas laughed at his reply, he could see he’d sent Jody’s temper into orbit.

Southern Comfort is available at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Sony, and All Romance Ebooks.

Eastern Ambitions

“Are you close, kitten?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Right there.” She smothered him with shaking arms.

“Me too.” He buried his face against her neck and swore.

“Stop fighting it, Sam.” If she held him any tighter she might crack his ribs. “I’m with you. You’re not alone.”

“Neither are you.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed the shit out of her.

Eastern Ambitions is available at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Sony, Kobo and All Romance Ebooks.

Western Ties

“I’m not going to lie, Leah. I wanted you when we were in school together. I really wanted you.”

She snorted. “Yeah right. I didn’t see you beating down my door to ask me for a date.”

He smiled ruefully. “You were a nice girl.”

“So?”

“So I was a horny teenage boy. I wasn’t looking for nice.”

She glanced around the room. “Given our surroundings, it doesn’t look like your requirements in female companionship have changed much.”

He didn’t deny her assertion. “Maybe not, but I think I may have gotten the best of both worlds tonight.”

“How so?”

“I landed a nice girl who wants to be bad. That’s better than riding the bull eight seconds, darlin’.”

“You haven’t scored yet, cowboy.”

“No, but I’m about to.”

Western Ties is available for preorder at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Today’s question is easy. Who’s your favorite Compass Brother–Silas, Seth, Sam or Sawyer? Tomorrow is my last day hosting the blog and I’ll announce this week’s contest winner then! 

Susan’s Super Bowl Party!

Dips (check Mari’s blog today for these recipes):

*Hummus

*Feta Dip

Guacamole/Salsa/Chips

*Taco Dip

Appetizers (check Mari’s blog January 27 for this recipes):

*Uncle Charlie’s Bean Salad

*Wings

*Bacon Wrapped Mini Dogs

Shrimp Cocktail

Breads (check Mari’s blog January 29 for these recipes):

*Sausage and Pepper Braid

*Sausage and Pepperoni Stromboli

*Anti-Pasta Bread

Corn Muffins

Main Dishes (check Mari’s blog on January 30 for these recipes):

*Susan’s Turkey Chili

*Pulled BBQ Sandwiches

Sausage, Peppers and Onions

Ribs

Today’s question is an easy one. I love series. Love, love, love them. Never want to leave the characters. Devoured the Harry Potter books, the Outlander series. I’m addicted to JD Robb’s In Death books and I can’t wait to see the movie of One for the Money because Evanovich’s books crack me up.

What are your favorite book series?

Yesterday I asked you which of the stories you’d like a “sneek peak” of. Fact is…I’m really proud of all these books and I can’t wait for them to release, so I’ll give you a glimpse all three. Please be aware–two of these books aren’t edited yet. Sorry about any errors.

Western Ties

“Leah?” a familiar male voice behind her said.

Leah closed her eyes and prayed she’d imagined it. There was no way. No possible way—

“Leah Hollister?”

She sighed. Fuck. What were the chances?

Turning, she realized her night wasn’t going to end as she’d planned. She should have saved her money. Should have stayed inComptonPass.She was screwed.

“Sawyer.” She didn’t bother with the pretense of being happy to see him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Leah,” Stacey whispered, her voice full of warning.

Sawyer narrowed his eyes, refusing to answer. His gaze started at the top, taking in her dramatic makeup, before drifting lower to her breasts, accentuated by the tight corset Stacey had loaned her. She willed herself to remain still as he finished his visual tour with a long look at her short leather skirt and stocking-clad legs.

“Enjoying the view?” she taunted. “You still haven’t answered my question. Shouldn’t you be inSan Francisco? What are you doing here?”

He scowled. “That’s my question for you. A BDSM party inL.A.is a long way from a kindergarten classroom inComptonPass.Last time I saw you, you were leading a pack of five-year-olds around my family’s ranch.”

A couple of years earlier, Sawyer had helped her organize a field trip to Compass ranch. It had been one of the highlights of the year for her students—and for her. It was also the last time she’d seen Sawyer. Two years was a long time. She certainly hadn’t expected their reunion to take place inL.A.

She sucked in a deep breath and tried to hide her disappointment. He was right. She’d purposely put herself as far away from home as possible, so that she could indulge in these two nights. One weekend to confirm a few suspicions she’d always held in regard to her sexual preferences. Sawyer was going to put a wrench in the works.

She gestured at her outfit. “I would think my role here would be obvious.” For the first time, she allowed her gaze to travel over him as well. Her body heated with arousal as she noted how unbelievably sexy he was. He wore tight dark jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest to perfection. No one in the place would fail to read the dominance in his stance, the aura of power he projected.

On the surface, she was shocked to find her friend in a place like this, but there was another part—deep inside—that wasn’t a bit surprised. He belonged here.

“So you’re a Dom?” She fought the urge to laugh as she asked the absurd question. Of course he was.

His gaze drifted to her arm. He grasped her wrist, pulling it up and toying with the white wristband the host had given her upon arrival.

“You understand what this means, right?” he asked, gesturing to the bracelet.

Sawyer completely ignored her Dom question. It didn’t matter anyway. It had clearly been rhetorical. He was aCompton. Anybody and everybody from their neck of the woods knew that name was synonymous with alpha male.

She gave him an annoyed look. “Of course I do.”

It was evident from his tone he didn’t think she belonged here any more than Stacey. One of the reasons she’d planned this adventure far away from home, surrounded by strangers who didn’t know her, was because rumors spread like wildfire in their small hometown. She knew about Sawyer’s sexual proclivities, and she’d always wondered if she shared a few of them.

Besides, her sweet disposition didn’t inspire the more adventurous cowboys back home to ask her out, so her opportunities for exploration were seriously limited. Julie was right. She was a goody-goody.

Sawyer didn’t appear to like her answer, so he restated the obvious. “It means you are an unattached submissive who’s looking for a Dom. This wristband has declared it open season on you.”

She shrugged, unconcerned. “Sorry to shatter the illusion, Sawyer, but I think I can handle whatever this party dishes out. It’s not like I’m a virgin.”

He frowned. “You lost your virginity in the backseat of a Pontiac to Les Prescott after Compton Pass won the district football championship our senior year. The guy was a shithead. You should’ve chosen better.”

Leah laughed, though a ripple of desire slammed into her. It was always this way with Sawyer. Though they were just friends, there’d never been a time when she hadn’t felt his gaze on her. He’d scared off more than a few would-be boyfriends in her lifetime claiming they were only after one thing. Les had fallen into that category, but Sawyer had been playing on that championship team and had been a bit distracted that night.

Sawyer had appointed himself her personal guardian in third grade when Jordan Haskiell had shoved her down on the playground after she’d beat him in a footrace. As a result, Sawyer had endured an afternoon in the principal’s office and God only knew what kind of punishment at home after issuingJordana very physical, very painful warning of what happened to guys who messed with Leah. While Sawyer hadn’t pursued her romantically, he’d certainly taken the bonds of friendship to a new extreme.

Despite the fact they’d existed in different cliques at school, Sawyer hadn’t let social status stop him from being one of her best friends. He’d run with the jocks and cheerleaders, while she’d been firmly encamped with the brainiacs, less affectionately referred to as nerds by their peers. “How could you have known about Les?”

“I told you. He was a prick. He was bragging about it at school the following Monday.”

She flushed. She’d never heard of Les spreading rumors about her. “I didn’t know—”

Sawyer grinned. “Luckily, he started his boasting with me. I took him out behind the school and gave him a reason to shut his fucking mouth.”

His admission held a hint of humor, but she could tell he was angry. She decided to test the waters to see how screwed she was.

“Well, it was great to see you again, but Stacey and I were going to pop over to the bar for a drink.”

“I’ll go with you.” He confirmed her fear.

She smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re scaring off all the other Doms.”

His wolfish grin let her know that was his intent.

Her temper sparked. “God dammit, Sawyer. Go away.”

Stacey lightly touched her arm, alerting Leah that she’d spoken too loudly. Several people glanced in her direction and frowned. She was never going to achieve her goal at this rate.

Sawyer was the only person in the room who didn’t take offense at her faux pas. “You realize this is a weekend party?”

She nodded. It was starting to look like it would be a long two days.

Sawyer reclaimed her hand, slipping off the white bracelet.

“What the hell are you doing?” She tried to pull her arm free, attempting to grab the wristband back.

Sawyer’s grip was implacable. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green bracelet. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. There was no way he would—

Sawyer slipped it around her wrist.

“No,” she whispered when he lifted her hand.

Western Ties is available for preorder at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Because It’s True

“Why did you lie?” Jacob asked quietly.

“Tonight was your night, Jake. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“Do you honestly think I’d begrudge you your miracle, your happiness? This is what you’ve worked for, Rod. I don’t see how you being cleared to return to New York would take away from the party.”

“Don’t you?” It was a pointed question and as close as Rodney had ever come to calling Jacob on the carpet about his feelings. Rodney wasn’t blind and he wasn’t stupid.

Jacob cleared his throat, then looked away. He faced the makeshift dance floor, careful to avoid looking at him. “I have no hold on you.”

Rodney chuckled mirthlessly. “God. I wish that was true.”

Screwdriver

“God bless it, Jordan. I apologize if this offends you, but it’s hot as hell in here.” Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, he whipped the thin cotton over his head, fanning himself with it.

Her now-familiar blush returned and Casey felt compelled to prod, to see if his suspicions about Jordan’s underlying naughty side were true. “Just so you know, I absolutely will not be upset if you decide to follow suit and work shirtless for the rest of the afternoon.”

She narrowed her eyes, but the twinkle in them let him know she enjoyed his joke. “I’m fine with my shirt on.”

“You sure?” he teased, taking a step closer. “I don’t mind helping you peel it off.” He reached out, but she darted away, her smile growing wider.

“Casey,” she said, swatting his hands away. She dodged behind the AC unit and he followed.

The two of them played a quick game of cat and mouse, as Casey chased her around the storage closet.

He’d just captured her, Jordan squealing loudly, when the door to the closet opened.

“Jordan? Are you okay?” a deep voice asked from the hallway.

Gabriel peered around the door and Casey wondered what his best friend thought he was seeing. They certainly presented a risqué picture—Casey, shirtless, with his hands on Jordan’s upper arms while she laughed.

“Hey Gabe.” Casey released Jordan and pulled his shirt back on. “What are you doing here?”

Gabriel’s response was slow in coming as his gaze traveled from Casey to Jordan. “I was checking on your progress.” Gabriel’s eyes landed on his face and they narrowed angrily. “Looks like you’re making some.”

Today’s question has absolutely nothing to do with books. I know that the Super Bowl is coming up. I’ll confess right now…I do not watch football. At all. Ever. In fact, if you asked me right now who was in the Super Bowl, I wouldn’t have an answer for you. I don’t have a clue. However, I never (and I mean never) miss the Super Bowl. Why you ask? Three reasons. The work betting pool, the commercials and the food! LOL

What do you look forward to most in regards to the Super Bowl?