Visiting writer Erin Bevan to tells us about The Ranch Hand. Her new book.

Friday Pen Pals

 Exciting News

The Ranch Hand by

Erin Bevan

From Wild Rose Press

Blurb Ranch Hand
Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive,until his boss and uncle informs him one of
 the new cowboys in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the
 cowboy turns out to be a girl--a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn't work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness towards her grows.

Bobby Jo's upbringing taught her to give as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in a Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?

 

Excerpt:

Jason arrived at Billings International Airport

twenty minutes early. He checked the monitors—Mike

and Bobby’s flight was scheduled to land on time.

Good. He sure as hell didn’t want to have to wait on

them.

He grabbed a seat by the bag terminal, tipped his

hat low on his head, and decided to catch a little shuteye

before he had to deal with their guests. He woke to

someone nudging his shoulder.

Jason tipped his hat back on his head to see a

blonde beauty standing in front of him. His heart

hammered against his chest. His throat tightened as he

gave her a quick once over.

Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her

eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile

penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her heels, and

the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.

“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.

“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in a Southern twang.

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over

here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her arm in

the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was some

high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada, something

like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all over it.

Maybe those were her initials.

He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue

T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to them.

This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for legs,

and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was probably

the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young, too.

Too young for him.

A damn shame.

Bio

Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.  She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.

Wild Rose Press Link:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=5812

Amazon Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Ranch-Hand-Erin-Bevan-ebook/dp/B00NESA51Y/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1410743811&sr=8-7&keywords=The+ranch+Hand

 Website:

www.erinbevan.com

Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6927178.Erin_Bevan?from_search=true

 Twitter @ErinBevan

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites

email: erinbevanwrites@gmail.com 

New Release by Mel Teshco of her book Carnal Moon

New Release 

CARNAL MOON 

by Mel Teshco

Blurb:

On the first night of each full moon, werewolves cannot resist the calling—the instinctual need to mate.

Living a double life has never been difficult for Holly, but in her world, if her species is to survive, all she can look forward to is down-and-dirty, uninhibited sex with a different partner each month. She has never had reason to complain though. Until now.

She’s fallen for Ricky Mandela, her hot, sexy, human lover. Holly can’t pretend she has a chance at a family and happily ever after. Those are human dreams. But she can’t give him up either. Will she have to lie and cheat to hold on to the man she loves?



Excerpt:

Lightning flickered behind the mountains to the West as ragged scraps of cloud fled toward the coast, unveiling a full moon. It shone brightly over the government reserve just north of Sydney, gilding eucalyptus trees in a wash of yellow and reflecting a primal glow in the tawny eyes of the beast that paced below.

Holly Whyte paused and lifted her head, her nostrils dilating as she scented the breeze. She shivered, anticipation filling her blood. Male werewolf scent was much stronger now. He’d almost tracked her down.

The urge to mate, to join as one beast, clawed at her belly and left her almost whining with lust. The animal within was simply too strong to resist on the first night of the full moon. Even so, Holly had tried, this time, to ignore the calling. It’d been three weeks now since Ricky Mandela, her human lover, had moved into her home. Three weeks for her to realize she’d fallen for him hard. She yearned now for them to share a committed relationship.

And yet, here I am.

A partnership with a human couldn’t possibly work. Not when she was compelled once every month to fuck the brains out of whatever male werewolf was roaming the area in an instinctual attempt to populate the species.

Trouble was, when she eventually returned home to Ricky, she wouldn’t be able to hide the smell of sex, or her satiated exhaustion.

In too short a time, Holly would find herself single again. Not that it had ever worried her before. But this time her chest ached at the thought. Breaking her lycan compulsion to mate was akin to stopping her involuntary change on the first night’s full moon.

She shook her head, and her body followed, the ruff of her neck and thick fur along her body spraying a fine mist from the creek she’d crossed just minutes ago. She wasn’t going any farther. She waited expectantly, excited, but a little nervous too. Pursuing males were more often than not zealous with lust and impatient for release.

Branches snapped and parted, and Holly’s pulse soared as her ears pricked, then flattened to her skull as she snarled warning.

Hell. This wolf was big. Intimidating. And he meant business. His silver-gray eyes flashed as his tail arched high, his snout compressed.

Pheromones thickened the air and sharpened acute need. The flex and bunch of his muscles revealed his impatience a split second before he surged toward her.

She leapt forward, meeting him halfway, her teeth bared as she went straight for his throat. Canines sank past his thick brown-black pelt and through corded muscle and skin before drawing blood.

The metallic tang filled her mouth, intoxicating as any drug. She whimpered even as he broke free and whipped around, the dominant male ruthless and barely restrained.

His near shoulder rammed her hard and knocked her flying, and she thudded onto the dry-baked earth, air whooshing out of her lungs.

Shit.

She could do nothing but wait for the oxygen that finally wheezed back into her lungs. And the male, damn him to hell, prowled forward, completely aware of her plight.

He was in his element, his prime, and she squirmed helplessly when his weight pressed her hard against the earth. Rotting vegetation and pungent eucalyptus filled her nostrils, quickly replaced by his raw male scent.

Every cell demanded she rut with him, seek the satisfaction she craved. But she wouldn’t be an easy lay. She wanted foreplay…at least, the werewolf version of it.

She faked collapse from oxygen deprivation, and as he shifted to snuffle her face with his wet nose, she made her move. Twisting free, she shot forward. Now she was in her element. Even as a lycan, she was swift, a fact that enhanced the chase, the rough and tumble.

Hard and fast was the order of the day, especially for a male who knew he might have a rival to contend with, one who could challenge claim to sire future generations. But Holly could scent no other males as she used all the inherent agility and grace of the wolf to outrun and outmaneuver her counterpart.

He was up for the game and closed in fast. The brewing storm crept upon them. Overhead, heavy black clouds concealed the moon and plunged everything into darkness. She knew that either of them could have changed back to human in that moment. Neither did. It seemed that this was a challenge he relished as well.

Lightning split the sky and briefly illuminated the ground but Holly used her exceptional lycan sight as she jumped from a rotting log and belly flopped into the creek she’d earlier crossed. Her legs moving like pistons, she swam to the other side, scrabbling for purchase on the slippery bank even as he splashed in from behind.

The adrenaline of the hunt, the chase, was fast dissolving. In some primeval part of her mind, Holly knew only the strongest, fleetest and most powerful lycan—one who could better her, master her—was worth mating.

Having a future generation of smart, tough, fast werewolves was paramount.

Heavy raindrops splattered the earth when the large male caught up and pinned her to the ground, his jaw clamped to her ruff.

A lycan in lust was no gentleman.

Buy Links:
Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Carnal-Moon-Mel-Teshco-ebook/dp/B00N6EDO1O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1409528538&sr=1-1&keywords=carnal+moon%2C+mel+teshco

Smashwords

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/471736

Find Mel Tescho at:

http://www.melteshco.com/

http://melteshco.blogspot.com.au/

https://www.facebook.com/mel.teshco

https://twitter.com/melteshco

Bio:
As a rather quiet, introverted child, Mel Teshco would never have believed it possible she’d one day be making a living writing hot, erotic stories and meeting so many other wonderful writers. She can most often be found at her computer, giving into her children and/or cats demands and occasionally/often drinking home brew, which brings out her sociable (i.e. loud) side. Her long-suffering husband is still waiting for retirement.

Thank you Mel for telling us about your wonderful new book.

Friday Pen Pals Meet wonderful Soul Mate Author KZ Riman

Friday Pen Pals
Meet wonderful Soul Mate Publishing Author KZ Riman

Race to the Sword of Siera

(The Last of the Fahlians Book#1)

And so she chooses who between the two men…gets to slays her.
In the country of Athkandia in the year 2020, Katanya's life's mission has become to protect her blood from spilling so as to keep a demon sealed inside her body. Yet as she fails in her mission when she meets the handsome and vigorous Han, she is brought centuries back into the past, where she learns everything has been nothing but a lie. There never was a mission for her. In fact, she was the mission.

In order to draw the Flame Fah Li - her elemental clan's power - out of her body, the two brothers born with her on the same birthing must race to the Sword of Siera, hidden deep in the Kouhan Mountains and use it to take her very life. This has left Katanya, Princess of the Flame Clan, in the middle, choosing between her demigod lover and her mortal lover, and then choosing for herself the best way to die.






ABOUT THE AUTHOR
This fantasy and romance author juggles her days working on different writings. KZ Riman is a technical writer and researcher for the government by day, and a creative writer and dreamer by night. A home-buddy type of person, she prefers to spend most of her days inside her room, where she reads steamy novels and watches romantic comedies.

KZ is a pure-bred Filipina who lives with her family in Tarlac City, Philippines. Growing up, she has dreamed of becoming a novelist and has written countless stories, which she has always shared with her friends. Now, she dreams further by sharing her imagination to the world.

Stay connected!

Follow her on twitter and instagram @kzriman

Add her as friend on Facebook: KZ Riman

Like her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/AuthorKZRiman

She’s also on Goodreads!

Release Unknown Protector

Exciting News

This week I can show you the cover of my book Unknown Protector that is coming out soon with Soul Mate Publishing. I love the cover that they have done for me.Talk about sexy.

Unknown Protector

Book One The Midworlder Trilogy

Two things have helped Nicole cope since the murder of her husband. One is running her detective agency, and the other is her guardian angel Mira. When Mira is killed by a demon, Nicole accepts the help of a Ridge, who is a long haired, cigar smoking diamond in the rough with wings. Things go from bad to worse when a replacement guardian cannot be found. She has to trust Ridge, which is tricky when she realizes there are no demons or angels, just parasitic aliens that humans have built the myths of these celestial beings around. Ridge isn’t an angel or a devil, but an alien half breed known as a Midworlder.
Nicole finds herself fighting off a Demonic Midworlder who wants to impregnate her so his alien boss can come to Earth. Plus she has an ex priest who wants to attach a demon to her so he can save his friend. She is tough, but has to admit she could do with some help from Ridge, who is as alluring as he is annoying. Amongst all the fighting they manage to fall in love, but nearly lose each other, and their unborn child. What they don’t know is that if they stay together things may change not only for them, but for the future of the world. New rules will have to be drawn up as aliens, humans and Midworlders learn to live with the situation. This book is the first in a trilogy about other Midworlder couples.

Giveaway
Sign up to my blog and you could win an eBook copy when it comes out

Blast from the past

I have just started my blog again and thought I would share how time has gone. Two years ago I had just finished my degree in English, Creative Writing and Drama. I have to say that at times it was hard doing it with kids at school and working, but I am so glad I did. I learned so many things and read so many books I had never heard of. It also made me more analytical when writing.

I found two wonderful publishers who have let my work go out into the world. First with Rogue Phoenix Press and then with Soul Mate Publishing.

On the life front I got my motorcycle license and went to New Zealand where I swam in the ocean with dolphins. Not sure what is next on my bucket list but I will push the boundaries somewhere. Next week I will tell you about my new book that will be out next month.


Amazon link for all books

http://tinyurl.com/q33jppt


Blood Scent www.roguephoenixpress.com
Trying to die can sometimes be as hard as staying alive. Kellie, is a reporter who wants to make the front page by finding the Parklands Killer in Adelaide. What she finds is a vampire with a death wish. He is saving others whilst wishing his own demise would arrive. Kellie has never let anyone into her life since her mother's death, and isn't going to let a vampire get under her skin. Somehow these two will have to fight together keep each other alive. That is going to be hard as they are being hunted by Rogue vampires who want to kidnap her, and vampire hunters who want to kill him.





World Changewww.roguephoenixpress.com
Clare is a twenty five year old nurse who loves reading fantasy and paranormal books. Fiction becomes fact when she gets transported from Italy to an alternate world, one that looks like fourteenth century Italy. The only way back to Earth is through a portal half a world away, plus the local High priestess wants her dead, and the only one she can trust is a vampire called Trevi. He happens to be the only one who exits in this world, and she knows more about what he is than he does. After all the books she has read he is hard to resist, especially when he saves her life. Trevi can take her home but he is keeping one big secret. She will have to be like him to survive the journey through the portal back to her world making a myth a reality.

Hidden Mortality www.SoulMatePublishing.com


A witch is murdered in 1850 in a ritual that will grant longevity to four men. What they are not aware of is that she has bestowed the same power to another called Seth to avenge her death.

Cara lives in present day Bristol, and is a descendant of the witch. Having been unlucky in love she fills her days with food with her Irish themed catering business. Her nights are another matter; they are full of erotic dreams of a mysterious lover, or nightmares with mutilated bodies. So this wasn’t the best time for her Nana to tell her she is coming into her power.