Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Going Once…Twice…Sold!

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As you may have already guessed, my Bachelor Auction series with Entangled Publishing’s Indulgence line revolves around a—yep!—bachelor auction. A masquerade bachelor auction, to be exact. Is this just a wee bit sexist? Possible. A shameless exhibition of prime eye candy—millionaire man candy? Most likely. But is it fun and sex-aay? Indubitably. In my bachelor auction, the successful, wealthy businessmen of Boston, Massachusetts are up for grabs. Ten yummy men who offer luxury dates and their delicious company. Now as someone who is tight with a penny—in my wallet George Washington screams for mercy—it has to be a pretty special bachelor to make me dole out the dollar bills. But I do have a master bachelor list…and in my book AKA fantasies, they’re all bachelors. :)

Vin Diesel – That voice. Oh Lawd, that voice. Like midnight sin. And then add the smooth head, the swag, and that body! Diesel is definitely the right name for him. For my date with him, I would have him lay out on my bed and recite the dictionary. Just. Don’t. Stop. Talking. 

Tyrese – When I look at this tall drink of water, all I think of is Eddie Murphy in Coming to America yelling, “Sexy chocolate!” LOL! Again, another bald-head guy makes the list. Noticing a pattern? :)  Not only is he gorgeous and cut, but that smile. *shiver* It just promises all kinds of naughty, naughty things you hope he can deliver on. And the man sings. Yaaahhhsss!

Henry Cavill – Superman is just…super. The hair. The eyes. The adorable cleft chin. And I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed with that chest and abs. He’s one of those men who are what we call bea-u-ti-ful. He makes me squee like a teenage girl over her favorite boy band. And hullooo? The accent! 

Jason Momoa – I’m not going to lie. It’s the eyebrows. The intriguing arches and the scar that runs through the left one? Sigh. They give him this decidedly wicked air that makes you think committing a few sins would soooo be worth the time on my knees…asking for forgiveness, that is. Hee-hee! Then let’s throw in the exotic features, thick hair, hard, wide chest and tree-trunk thighs. I’ve watched Conan the Barbarian about five times, and it isn’t because of the plot…

Idris Elba – Debonair. Smooth. Cool. Tall. I can definitely see why his name was thrown in the 007 discussion. He exuuuuudes (yes, he deserves that many u’s) sophistication and rocks the don’t-make-me-eff-up-my-suit-by-making-you-bleed thing. He’s sexy, seems a little reserved. But it’s the reserved ones that have you panting to find out what seethes underneath. And again…the accent!

Honorable Mention: Dr. Phil – I know I’m going to catch some lip over this one. But Dr. Phil is sexy! Just ask Robin. He is the perfect example of intellect, honesty—and sarcasm—being hot. Plus, he still retains that tall, broad football player’s build…

So there’s my line-up! Did I miss someone? Who would you get into a bidding war with me over? Tell me who makes your bachelor auction line-up! One bidder, I mean, commentor will win a $10.00 Amazon gift card from me!


He promised to stay away…but some promises are made to be broken

Plain-Jane computer programmer Khloe Richardson needs a date—one to make the prince of her dreams jealous. Maybe then he'll finally see her as a desirable swan and not the ugly duckling in the second office from the left.

But when she bids on a bachelor at a charity auction, the man she wins is millionaire Niall Hunter—who once made intense, passionate love to her and then left without a word. She's determined not to let her guard down again—among other things—around the infamous Irish lothario.

Niall never imagined his penance for one hot-as-hell night with his best friend’s little sister would be transforming her from a shy wallflower to a sultry siren. Helping her attract another man is torture...especially when he promised his friend he’d stay away. Plus, she wants forever, and he's not a forever kind of guy. But Niall can't stop wanting her. Can't stop touching her. Can't stop, period. And damn if he can remember why he has to...

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Monday, February 8, 2016

One of the reasons I love the West

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One of the reasons I love the West...

The wide-open spaces. When I first moved West, I was amazed at the broad panoramas I could see from the hills of every highway and the crest of every dirt backroad. The land goes on forever, with undulating hills, rock outcroppings, pine forests, and craggy, snow-capped mountains that carry the viewer’s dreams to the far horizon.

How to Wrangle a Cowboy

The last thing this cowboy expected

Inner-city veterinarian Lindsey Ward always loved visiting her grandfather’s Wyoming ranch, so it breaks her heart to have to sell it. She’ll miss the scent of hay and sagebrush under the wide-open sky, but at least the sale will help fund the clinic she’s always dreamed of.

Was to get roped by a city girl

Ruggedly handsome foreman Shane Lockhart and his adorable son aren’t making it any easier for Lindsey to focus on what has to be done. It’s exhilarating going toe to toe with a rough, tough cowboy whose stubborn idealism matches her own, but it’s Shane’s tenderness that might tip Lindsey’s heart over the fence.

About Joanne Kennedy:
Joanne Kennedy is the RITA-nominated author of ten contemporary Western romance novels, including Cowboy Trouble, Tall, Dark and Cowboy, and the Cowboys of Decker Ranch series, which began with How to Handle a Cowboy, one of Booklist’s “Best Romances of the Decade.” Joanne lives in a secret mountain hideout on the Wyoming/Colorado border with two dogs, a cat named Earl, and a husband who is an airline pilot, military officer, and volunteer fireman. When not loving a man in uniform, she occupies her obsessive personality with cowboys, quarter horses, hiking in the mountains, and squirrels.

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Sunday, February 7, 2016


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Over 400 Pages
Standalone Novel
New-Adult Romance / Sports Romance


Expected Release Date:
March 2016

What’s it about?

The Debt Collector

I pay my debts, and I expect others to. 

I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father's passing meant I would automatically take on dad's debts. I refused. 

And I paid for that refusal. 

So did my sister. 

So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that's where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a "favor" when I arrived.

Another debt.

I paid for that one too. 

I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her. 
Besides, trouble is my middle name. 

Kyla Hensley

I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn't care who gets rolled over in the process. 
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying "I'm sorry." The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad's wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.

I drink. I party. I meet guys.

But I wasn't always like that. 

I've had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same. 

She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun. 

But there's a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you. 
Which is when I met the Debt Collector. 

It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear. 

That's all it was supposed to be.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me. 

And unbelievably right.

Content Warning
Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.

New-Adult Romance
Sports Romance

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About Rachel
Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of the highly praised Naive Mistakes Series, Truthful Lies Trilogy, Johnny Series and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games. A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts. She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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Friday, February 5, 2016

First love and a second chance...

With: Tamara Lush

Congratulations to "jcp", the winner in Tamara's giveaway. Thank you to all participated.

Probably because I'm a journalist in my day job, I tend to get my ideas for fiction from real life. Unlike my first novel, HOT SHADE, I didn't draw from a news story. The idea for INTO THE HEAT came one sunny Florida November day when I was hanging out with my best friend, Heather.

We were walking on the beach, pre-Thanksgiving, musing about how we should be cooking instead of wandering around. This was on Treasure Island, of the Gulf Coast's most beautiful beaches. The sand is like sugar, it's so fine, and the water that day was electric blue. A perfect day. We came upon a sand sculpture contest, but this wasn't a children's sandcastle competition. This was an artistic annual competition with huge, intricate sculptures. All of them were gorgeous and took days to create. 

A handsome man was working on one sculpture, looking very intent. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt and he was dirty. He knelt in the sand before an intense-looking sculpture of a half-buried skeleton, and I turned to my best friend and said, this would make a great scene in a book. Now, my friend and I have known each other since we were kids, and we often tend to let our imaginations wander. She's my best sounding board for my books, and on that day, we plotted a story that eventually became INTO THE HEAT.


Tatted, war-weary veteran Leo Villeneuve found and lost love at eighteen, so his return to Palmira Island, Florida, is not only a quest to make right his wrongs, but a chance to recover the one thing he's always truly wanted: Jessica Clarke.


After he was forced to leave Jessica behind, Leo's next years became a hell of his own making, with a tour in Afghanistan with the Marines and an ocean of regret. Things have only gotten worse. Scarred and on the run, but trying desperately to make things right, there is only one place he can go.

Palmira Island is Jessica's home. The beauty of Florida's sand and surf are a perfect backdrop for her family-run bed-and-breakfast, a business she's sworn to keep up after the death of her mother. And perhaps the sun is rising after the dark night of the past year. Certainly it's getting hotter. She spots a man on the beach and he's tatted, muscular...and the boy who took her virginity so many years before. Why has he returned, and are his scars anything like her own? Secrets abound, but in weather like this everything must be revealed.

Together, bared and vulnerable, Leo and Jess might just get to that hot, sweet place that reconciles the past with a fire that will burn forever.


Waving at a lifeguard in the distance, Jessica ducked under a rope. Scanning the piles of sand, she spotted little flags with numbers next to each mound. Hers was station number four, and she ticked off the numbers as her legs ate up the distance. There was station seven.... That sculptor hadn’t started yet. Neither had the person assigned to pile six.

Her thoughts skidded to a halt as she approached station five. There was a guy kneeling in front of the mound, and the sight of his bare muscular back, broad at the shoulders and tapered at the waist, made her grin a little. She’d sworn off men since breaking up with her jerk of an ex, but that didn’t prevent her from admiring a beautiful thing from afar.

Hm. He was right next to where she’d be sculpting.

She moved lightly, never taking her eyes off the guy. His skin was a warm bronze hue and his muscular thighs had sunk into the sand. He wore only blue surf shorts, and while she had grown up on the beach, it was rare that such a stunning specimen of manhood graced the sleepy Palmira shores. If only she could remain invisible while sculpting her creation, free to admire this guy’s beauty without having to make small talk, then life would be perfect.

She stopped swinging her bucket, so the tools wouldn’t make a sound.

A sketchbook sat in front of the guy on the sand, and he held a pencil in one large, masculine hand, drawing with broad strokes. Jessica took a few more steps toward her sand pile, which also conveniently allowed her to get a better look at the guy’s profile. What she saw turned her grin into an open-mouthed gape.

No. It can’t be.

Leo Villeneuve? Inhaling a long, thin breath, she narrowed her eyes. Was it possible? Her first kiss.

Her first love.

Her first heartbreak.

She took off her sunglasses. Was it really him? Yep, it was. She could tell by the shape of his long, straight nose. And by the way his full lips pushed out slightly as he concentrated on the sketchbook. Those lips had kissed her, and the memory of all the places they’d touched— her neck, her nipples, in between her legs—made her shiver in the hot sun as if a single ice cube had been dropped down the back of her shirt.

“Jess, you’re my first. And I’m your first and I don’t want there ever to be anyone else.”

It made her unsteady to recall his lazy New Orleans accent and how he’d whispered honey- sweet promises and dirty declarations in her ear all while he did wicked things to her body. Things that she’d allowed no one to do in the five years since.

Leo and his father had vacationed on Palmira and stayed at the hotel for two weeks. Her mom and his dad were old friends. Old good friends, apparently, because the minute they arrived Jess’s mom had become less strict. Jess and Leo had taken to each other quickly, talking about music and video games and movies. He’d been surprised that she liked the Iron Man franchise as much as he did.

They’d kissed on Christmas Eve, the second night they knew each other, and spent the next several days doing everything but sex. She’d been wary but so excited. Leo never once tried to push her to do more than she wanted, and soon she was ready to try it all with him.

A week later, it happened. Leo slipped into her room after the adults were asleep. They’d lost their virginity to each other—awkwardly. She remembered how she hadn’t had an orgasm from sex like she had with his hands and tongue, but it was pretty wonderful nonetheless.

They’d kept having sex over the rest of the vacation, seemingly every moment they could steal away. Things had quickly stopped being awkward. More like explosive.

“All of you, from your head to your toes and everything in between, is mine. You’re mine, Jess. And I’m yours. Always will be, babe. Forever. I love you.”

Jessica straightened. It had been five years, and she’d heard nary a word. So, why the hell was her heart pounding like this? It was as if she had sprinted from her car to the beach. This was not what she wanted.

How unfair. She hadn’t felt this kind of adrenaline rush around any guy in years. Not with the couple of dudes she’d gone out with in college, and not with Jacob, her douche bag of an ex-boyfriend. No, there was only one man who’d ever made her feel this crazy, and he was the one who’d disappeared after what felt like a soul mate connection. And now he was kneeling on the beach in front of her, looking hotter than any man had a right to.
Praise for HOT SHADE, Tamara's debut novel:

"Fans of romantic suspense and New Adult will be enthralled by Lush's novel involving a journalist and a mysterious and handsome Italian, who's bound to take your breath away. The intrigue is heavy and there's many secrets embedded within the plot, prompting one to feverishly flip the pages to discover if there's an HEA or the ever-so-popular cliffhanger. Sizzling-hot sex scenes are an added bonus and provide a break from the heart-stopping action." - RT Book Reviews

"An engrossing read." - Romance Novel News

"The hot, sexy and powerful attraction between these two characters is amazing, not to mention that Luca is HAWT and his sex appeal absolutely sizzles off the pages!!" - Tami Talbert, The Book Enthusiast

Tamara will be doing a giveaway of one signed print copy of INTO THE HEAT to one person leaving a comment or an email entry.

Tamara  Bio:
During the day, Tamara Lush writes news as a journalist with The Associated Press. At night, she writes fictional romance tales about complicated, sexy men and the women who love them.

When Tamara isn’t reporting, writing or reading, she’s doing yoga, cooking for her Italian husband or chasing her dogs on a beach on Florida's Gulf Coast. She loves connecting with people on social media.

Giveaway ends 11:59pm EST Feb. 6th. Please supply your email in the post. You may use spaces or full text for security. (ex. jsmith at gmail dot com) If you do not wish to supply your email, or have trouble posting, please email with a subject title of JCR GIVEAWAY to be entered in the current giveaway. 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

You And Only You

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Welcome to Book One in the Blessings, Georgia series of Southern contemporary romance from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sharon Sala. With the support of her handsome, unassuming friend Mike Dalton, LilyAnne Bronte is finally ready to put the past in the past.


It’s never too late

Mike Dalton has secretly loved LilyAnn Bronte since they were all children together in the small town of Blessings, Georgia. But one fateful day T.J. Lachlan roars into town and starts showering LilyAnn with his charm, and Mike feels his dream of them being more than friends slipping away.

To find the love you missed

LilyAnn, as anyone in Blessings will tell you, let herself go after her fiancĂ©e was killed in Iraq. The attention of the handsome new guy shocks her into a revelation: she’s ready to live again, and maybe the best is yet to come. The thing is, everybody in Blessings is sure it’s Mike and LilyAnn who belong together—and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to make LilyAnn realize the love of her life has been by her side all along.

(Originally published as The Curl Up and Dye.)

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The Sunday morning ritual for most of Blessings was about the same—­breakfast, then church, or early church, then brunch.

It all depended on the denomination. LilyAnn was a member of the Wesley United Methodist Church, and there was never a question of if she was going to church. It was simply a question of which service.

When she was little, her parents had taken her to the last one. Sunday school always began at 10:30 a.m. and preaching afterward at 11:15 a.m., and she’d been dressed for display, like the little doll she was.

Now she dressed to hide, and cooler weather was her friend. Jackets and coats, long-­sleeved shirts and slacks hid a multitude of sins, which was good when you went to a church where people preached against them.

LilyAnn eyed the sky as she carried the trash out to the bin behind the house. It was nearly half a mile to church, too far to walk in heels. The day was cold but clear, and she could take a walk this afternoon. Right now, she needed to hurry and get out of her sweatshirt and jeans or she was going to be late for church.

She ran back inside, shutting out the cold as the door slammed behind her, and was on her way down the hall when the phone began to ring. She lengthened her stride to get to the bedroom to answer.


“Hey, it’s me, Mike. Can you come over right now? I need some help.”

It was the slight tremor in his voice that made her heart kick out of rhythm.

“I’m on my way,” she said, and hung up the phone. By the time she got to the door, she was running.

She flew across her front yard and up his driveway, then around to the back door because she knew it would be unlocked.

“I’m here!” she yelled, as she ran in through the kitchen. “Where are you?”

“In the bedroom.”

She’d spent half her life in this house playing with Mike when they were little and knew exactly where to go. But the moment she started down the hall and saw the blood, panic hastened her steps. The trail went all the way across the hardwood floor of his bedroom and into the bathroom. The door was ajar.

“I’m coming in!” she yelled.

Mike was leaning over the bathroom sink, wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing else. Blood was pouring from a cut on his forehead, and there were smaller cuts and scratches on his torso. The Plexiglas shower door was in shards.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Mike! You fell!”

“I got dizzy. Slipped. Tried to get dressed, and this is as far as I got. I’m too dizzy to drive myself to the ER. Can you—­”

“Sit down,” she said, and slammed the lid shut on the commode, then grabbed a hand towel, folded it into a large pad, and pressed it against the cut. “Hold this,” she said, and flew back into his bedroom, snatching a button-­up shirt from the closet and a pair of house shoes from beside his bed.

Within a couple of minutes, she had him dressed and on his way down the hall, but he was leaning on her with every step.

“Where are your car keys?” she asked.

He pointed to the dish by the front door.

She grabbed them on the way out, pulling the door shut as they went. Her purse and driver’s license were at her house, and that was just too damned bad. If they got stopped on the way to the ER for speeding, the police officer could kiss her fat ass.

By the time she got Mike in the car, all the color had washed from his face and she was getting scared.

“How long have you been bleeding?” she asked, as she backed the car down the driveway and took off, leaving rubber on the street as she accelerated.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, and then passed out.

“Oh my God! Mike! Mike!”

About Sharon

Sharon Sala, who has also written under the name Dinah McCall, has 85-plus books in print, published in four different genres—Romance, Young Adult, Western, and Women’s Fiction, and her Young Adult books have been optioned for film. She has been named a RITA finalist seven times by Romance Writers of America, and in 2011 they named her the recipient of the Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award. Her books are New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly bestsellers and published in many different languages. She lives in Oklahoma, the state where she was born.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Romancing the food beat

With: Stacy Finz

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      Before I started writing contemporary romance I was a journalist. One of my last newspaper assignments was writing about food for the San Francisco Chronicle. Besides inventing hunky heroes and hot heroines, I can’t imagine a better job. I pretty much ate all day.

Food in San Francisco is serious business. People drop the names of restaurants like Hollywood types do movie stars. It’s crazy. And everyone devoured the Chronicle’s food section.

 My assignment was to write about food news (like when California banned the sale of foie gras) food trends (remember when communal tables were all the rage), and anything new and exciting on the food market (hence the eating). This required me to dine at many restaurants, visit tons of wineries and attend tastings of all kinds. I know, it was a tough job but someone had to do it.

I also met and interviewed lots of chefs, hung out with them in their kitchens and occasionally got invited to their homes for barbecues. These are not your “we’ll put a few burgers on the grill” kind of barbecues, they’re pretty much gourmet food orgies.

Obviously, I could not let all this great research go to waste. That’s why Brady Benson, my hero in Borrowing Trouble, is a chef. And all those wonderful dishes he makes are mostly dishes I stole from San Francisco chefs. In the book, Brady has a dangerously obsessed stalker after him. While I exaggerated the extent of this woman’s deranged attraction, chefs in San Francisco are like rock stars. It’s not uncommon for them to have a weird woman or man to come out of the woodwork.  

Just art imitating life here in San Francisco.


In the beautiful mountain town of Nugget, California, staying out of the limelight is easy, but staying out of love is a bit more challenging…

Back in Los Angeles, Sloane McBride was a great police detective, but after she uncovered corruption on her own squad, the job became nearly impossible. In the bucolic hills of Nugget, she can start to imagine a life after all that, where she keeps her head down, does her work, and doesn’t bother anyone. But her delicious next door neighbor isn’t going to make it easy to keep to herself…

Brady Benson’s wildest dreams came true in LA—but they were paired with a living nightmare. As executive chef of a searing-hot restaurant, he was lauded, adored… and then found himself caught in the sights of a lovelorn stalker. Now, laying low in Nugget, he finds his own heart ensnared by the beautiful new cop with her own reasons to start over.

Neither Sloane nor Brady came to town looking for love, but it seems to have found them. Trouble is, so have their pasts. And they’ll have to stop hiding from both if they hope to come out the other side together…

Praise For Stacy Finz
“Finz is a unique new voice. Nugget, California is a charming small town filled with inventive characters and sweet romance."--Jill Shalvis, New York Times bestselling author of the Lucky Harbor Series

"Tender and touching, Stacy Finz writes romance with heart."--Marina Adair, #1 National bestselling author of Summer in Napa

Stacy Finz’s Bio 
Stacy Finz is an award-winning former newspaper reporter. After more than twenty years covering notorious serial killers, naked-tractor-driving farmers, fanatical foodies, aging rock stars and weird Western towns, she figured she finally had enough material to launch a career writing fiction. She is the author of the Nugget Romance series (Kensington/Lyrical Press) about a small mountain town that has a strange way of giving people unexpected reasons to start over and find the most irresistible chances to fall in love. 

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Monday, February 1, 2016

Q&A with Jodi Thomas Author of RUSTLER’S MOON

With: Jodi Thomas

Congratulations to "Bn100", the winner in Jodi's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!

1. This is your second book in the Ransom Canyon series. Tell us about the town.

In RUSTLER’S MOON the town of Crossroads has grown.  After allowing their museum to sit empty for a year, the book opens with a new curator coming.  The museum comes alive and brings the town together as Angela Harold wakes up to life and loving for the first time.  The quiet, shy curator carries a secret that will threaten the whole town and leave rancher Wilkes Wagner fighting for his life as he protects Angela.

2. We’ve heard you have an inspiration room for your writing. Tell us about the spot.

Ransom Canyon room:  When I began the series, I moved my computer to a little room out back of my house.  We call it the bunkhouse.  It’s not big, mission designed and almost a hundred years old.  I took down all the western art and put up white boards.  Removed all books except those on ranching, horses, Texas, or research I might need. Family histories of characters fill one wall.  Plot lines another.  When I step into the bunkhouse, I step into the world of Ransom Canyon.  One by one my characters come in and sit down to tell me their story.
I even have pictures of the flowers of Texas taped up in the bathroom and a Jack Sorenson print of horses running into the canyon on the door.

3. Are there any characters in the series you’d consider for a spin-off?

Yes.  There are characters outlined on one board of my study that may not make it into this series.  Who knows?  Maybe they’ll find their way in the future.

4. If RUSTLER’S MOON were made into a movie, who would you cast as the lead characters?

Like many of my readers I spent my Christmas holidays snowed in and watching Hallmark movies.  Almost every movie I’d say, “That actor would be perfect as this character.”  I’d love to hear from my readers about who they see as playing Wilkes Wagner in RANSOM CANYON.

5. What’s up next for the series?

Coming this spring will be LONE HEART PASS.  Another modern day ranching story set in Texas.  It opens with a woman giving up on a career and taking what she thinks is her last chance to survive by coming to a small ranch her grandfather left her.  She hires a cowboy to help who has a pickup full of baggage, a five-year-old daughter and a determination that surprises her.

6. If you had to wear a t-shirt with the same saying every single day, what would it say?

That is an easy one.  When I started writing I went to a writer’s conference in Oklahoma one year and bought a t-shirt.  Every night when I stepped into my closet sized study, I put on that shirt.  I wore it out, but I wore it until I sold.  It said, NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER, in training.

7. If you were a punctuation mark, which one best suits your personality?

If I were a punctuation mark I think I’d be a semi-colon.  Half the time I don’t know where I belong.  No one really understands me.  I think I’m kin to a comma.  Which were left on earth millions of years ago by aliens just to confuse us so we’d never evolve completely.

8. If you didn’t live in Texas, where would you most like to call home?

I love traveling.  Wherever I go, I always think I’d love to live there.  I was twenty-one when I first crossed the Mississippi heading east.  I spent so much time pointing out all the trees my new husband stopped the car.  “We’re heading to Fort Mammoth, New Jersey.  There are trees from now on, Jodi, so stop yelling every time you see one.”  The next three years we crossed the USA several times in a 1970 Camaro and everywhere we went I was excited at all there was to see.
But, in truth, when the time comes, bury me in Texas with the open sky and land so flat you can see the curve of the earth.  It’s where I belong.  It’s in my blood.

9. If you weren’t a writer, what would you be?  

I’d be a teacher.  Teachers change the landscape of your life.  Mrs. Dickerson in the fourth grade saw that I couldn’t read.  She took the time to learn why and send me to a school for two summers.  She opened the world of fiction for me.  Without her, I would have been fine.  With her, I’ve lived a much richer life.
I’m the writer in residence at West Texas A&M University and the best part of my job is sitting down with students in my office and beginning our journey with, ‘So, you want to be a writer?”

10. What authors do you most like to read? 

I can’t answer that question because the answer changes every day.  I love curling up with an old book and reading it for the second or third time.  I love discovering an author and seeing a new fresh voice.
I have a loose grip on reality.  Give me a good story.  Take me away into another world for a few hours.  Make me laugh.  Make me cry.  Make me fall in love again for the first time. 


On a dirt road marked by haunting secrets, three strangers caught at life's crossroads must decide what to sacrifice to protect their own agendas…and what they're each willing to risk for love.

If there's any place that can convince Angela Harrell to stop running, it's Ransom Canyon. And if there's any man who can reveal desires more deeply hidden than her every fear, it's Wilkes Wagner. Beneath the rancher's honorable exterior is something that just might keep her safe…or unwittingly put her in danger's path.

With his dreams of leaving this small Texas town swallowed up by hard, dusty reality, all Wilkes has to show for his life is the Devil's Fork Ranch. Though not one to let false hope seduce him, he can't deny the quiet and cautious beauty who slips into his world and changes everything.

A fifth-generation Texan, JODI THOMAS sets the majority of her novels in her home state. With a degree in Family Studies, Thomas is a marriage and family counselor by education, a background that enables her to write about family dynamics. Honored in 2002 as a Distinguished Alumni by Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Thomas enjoys interacting with students on the West Texas A & M University campus, where she currently serves as Writer in Residence. When not working on a novel or inspiring students to pursue a writing career, Thomas enjoys traveling with her husband, Tom, renovating a historic home they bought in Amarillo, and "checking up" on their two grown sons.

Jodi will be giving away a copy of RUSTLER'S MOON to one person leaving a comment or email entry.

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