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Kissing Bandits Interview: Krista Ames

Kissing Bandits Welcomes Krista Ames

1. Tell us about your first kiss (RL or in the story)?  
cowboyOh boy I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday. When I was a freshman in High School, i was dating a Junior from another school in another town.  We saw each other on the weekends when our families went square dancing.  That’s actually where we met. Once we started dating, we didn’t do much dancing though.  We spent all our time outside walking around holding hands.  One night it was super cold and we were walking and i was a little ahead of him when he stopped and pulled me around to face him and planted that first kiss. He didn’t even give me time to think. So glad, it was pretty amazing 🙂  We married other people but are still good friends to this day.
2. Share a fun fact or story about yourself.
I don’t know that i’m really that fascinating of a person.  I do like to square dance though.  I suppose that’s a rare thing 🙂
3. Blurb
 Dr. Miranda Chase didn’t want to be back home but she’d do just about anything for her dad including temporarily taking over his veterinarian practice. However, once she met Garrett, she wanted to drop everything and run.  Cocky cowboys just weren’t her thing.

Garrett Jackson cares more about his horse than himself or anyone else and when a tiny bit of a thing calling herself a vet blows into his life like a tornado, he’s literally knocked for a loop. He doesn’t have time for women.

But, when Garrett’s horse turns up missing, Miranda isn’t going anywhere. Forced to work together, they’ll learn a little bit about each other or die trying.

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No matter, apparently her family dynamic, or lack thereof, meant nothing to this sour man. She would bow out gracefully. He had enough on his hands at the moment.

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat in the hopes of stopping his grumbling. “I was sent by Doc Chase, not that you would care, but I’m just going to leave. I think you have bigger problems here than my…how did you put it?…cute little ass and doctor bag?” She shifted to her left, ready to head out of the barn. “When you find your horse, call Doc’s office, and they’ll find someone else to come out.”

He stared. She turned to walk away.

“Wait.”He ran after her, grabbing an upper arm. “What do you mean when I find my 
horse?”

“Exactly what I said, Mr. Jackson. Your horse was not in the stall. I’m Miranda Chase, Doc’s daughter, and while I’d love to go back to wherever the hell it is I came from, which by the way is Montana, where I have my own practice, I can’t. And, right now I have more important things to do than stand here while you call me names. Good day, sir.” She curtsied, like a smartass, turned, and stepped away again.

Normally Miranda didn’t let men direct her or tell her what to do, yet when this man yelled, it stopped her in her tracks. When he’d grabbed her arm, she pretended not to have any reaction, but his hands had such a gentle roughness, she suddenly wanted them all over her body.

Now, hearing his stern voice “sexy, deep, and extremely Southern” she felt a quiver run straight to her core. Damn, she did not need another man distracting her. They all turned out to be no good. Maybe that’s why her daddy never acknowledged her as family? Maybe she was too much trouble for him, and he”d wished all along she had been a boy!

She turned toward the sexy voice of the tall, dark and dreamy cowboy, and for a second time, he walked right up into her personal space.

“I’m confused. We can talk about you and Doc and why you’re here later. Why isn’t my horse in his stall?”

“How the hell should I know?” Miranda shrugged. Did this guy have shit for brains? Total outer package, and yeah…she glanced lower…that part of the package appeared outstanding too, but nothing going on upstairs so far as she could tell.

“You were in my barn, what did you do to him? You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he latched onto her upper arm, dragging her back to the barn. 

“Let me go, you lunatic. I didn’t do anything with your horse. I came to do his physical, just like I was scheduled, and since your horse isn’t here, I’m moving on to my next appointment.” Her struggle was pointless; he was too strong to pull away from. She glared at him, but apparently intimidation wasn’t her thing, he continued without being affected.

“Oh no, not until we get to the bottom of this.”

“You’re a damned arrogant ass. Why is this my problem?”

“How do I know you didn’t do something with him?”

“Oh my God! And what, may I ask, would I do with a 2000-pound animal, hide him in my cute little doctor bag?”

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Release Day for Roping the Cowboy!!!!

I have written a cowboy story. In true Michele Zurlo fashion, there’s drama, adventure, humor, and deep emotionality. This is a sweet one, a truly heartwarming tale. After you read it, I really want to know about your favorite part.

Of course, I’m not doing this anthology alone. I’m with eight other talented authors, like Tina Donahue, Nicole Morgan, Rose Anderson, and others. We all went with the cowboy theme, though we chose many different genres.

Blurb:

Gavin, a bear shifter who left his clan to follow his dream to be a rancher, has nursed a crush on Mallory for years. With the death of her aunt—his boss—the ranch came to them both, and that’s when trouble started. She wants to sell, and he doesn’t.

Tasked with scattering the ashes of her beloved aunt at the source of the Big Bear River high in the mountains, Mallory must swallow her pride and ask Gavin, a laconic, sexy ranch hand, to guide her through the unfamiliar terrain.

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Excerpt:

Mallory spotted Gavin at the other end of the bar. Sitting on a stool and taking a swig from his beer mug, he seemed to be alone. Mallory took a seat on the opposite side and asked the bartender to send another beer to Gavin. The more alcohol in him, the more likely he would be to agree to be her guide so that she could fulfill Aunt Abbey’s final wish.

She watched Gavin exchange a few words with the barkeep, and then he looked down at her end of the bar, pushed his Stetson back, and raised his glass. The woman sitting next to Mallory, an attractive blonde, smiled back and blew a kiss.

Mallory wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign. She’d hoped to foster goodwill with her gesture and to also get him a little plastered.  As much as she didn’t want that goodwill to go to the woman sitting next to her, Mallory couldn’t help but think she’d dodged a bullet.

Then the barkeep pointed again. Gavin spit the beer he’d just swigged into his mug and pushed it away. He got up and turned away, and she knew he planned to leave, so she hurried to the other end of the bar and put her hand on his arm. “Gavin—”

“No.”

“But you—”

“No.”

“At least hear me out.”

“I heard you out. There’s nothing more I want to hear from you.”

“But—”

“No.” He turned to face her, and she felt the undiminished force of his hatred. “Get the hell away from me.”

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rb4u-cowboy-3dmediumAuthor Bio:

Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

Find Me at these places:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MZurloAuthor

Blog: https://michelezurloauthor.wordpress.com/

Website: http://www.michelezurloauthor.com/

Kissing Bandits Interview: Tina Donahue from Roping the Cowboy

First Kisses Set the Stage for What’s to Come…

cowboyEven though I write erotic romance with lots of heat (and heart), I’ve always found first kisses challenging to write.

Ideally, the moment will be sexy but also emotionally intimate. Not an easy task to accomplish, especially when the characters have just met or haven’t been friends for years.

In some books, I’ve gotten around the dilemma by having the characters tease each other before the Big Moment. Humor always makes things easier, at least for me. In other instances, the kiss will seemingly come out of the blue. However, there are soulful glances preceding it.

The idea is to wow and to make the moment appear realistic. That’s what makes writing fun.

In Pleasuring Pandora, Pandora has wanted Jack for years. He’s never noticed her, until now. His world shifts and so does hers. Their first kiss takes place in a Texas honkytonk. Here’s the excerpt:

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 Simone and Lupe pulled her into the building.

The heat punished worse than outside, this warmth generated by countless bodies and raging hormones. Couples danced, cuddled, kissed, and groped to the thunderous beat. Unattached guys hung out at the bar, played pool or darts, and eyed the single ladies. An acrid cloud hung heavy enough to kill a five-pack-a-day smoker.

Lupe elbowed Pandora. “Smile.”

“Can’t.” Simone pointed to her mouth. “Stupid braces.”

“Not you. Her.” She jabbed Pandora. “Go on.”

She couldn’t get her lips to work. Jack strolled through the smoky haze with more macho than Moses had through the Red Sea and stopped directly in front of her, seemingly conjured up for her pleasure. Black jeans hugged his long legs, dress boots his big feet. His black shirt fit snug, the sleeves folded back to expose his forearms. A huge silver buckle displaying the letter R graced his belt. He’d left enough stubble for a dangerous edge and looked good enough to eat.

The room spun.

“Jack Ryder.” He put out his hand. “We’ve met, right?”

“Sure.” Simone giggled. “Pandora gave you a ticket this afternoon. Remember?”

The heat in his eyes said he didn’t…or maybe he did. Pandora couldn’t be certain.

“That’s right.” He smiled slow and lazy. “Officer Perez. We meet again. Great tat.” He stroked it.

Tingles shot up her arm. Her throat constricted, making speech impossible. She slipped her hand into his.

He shook firmly, proving his strength, but kept it gentle, too, though not enough to let her get away. With skill honed from a thousand conquests, he eased her closer and fondled her fingers.

Not about to play dead, she stroked his thumb.

He reeled her in, their knees bumping, thighs touching. Noise receded, along with the crowd. Only he remained, his eyes sparkling in the faint light.

He cupped her face.

Not even death would have kept her from enjoying his touch. This felt too good and right. What should have happened years ago.

She melted into him, eager to start their journey no matter the final destination. Only fun mattered, experiencing what beautiful people did so effortlessly.

He stroked her cheek, his gesture surprisingly tender. “We good so far?”

Whiskey scented his breath, musk his bod, making her bold. “Definitely, but I want more.”

Mischief and lust danced in his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

Intense and all male, he lowered his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside.

 rb4u-cowboy-3dmediumBlurb:

 This luscious cowboy’s been on her radar for years, but he’s never noticed her. A speeding ticket changes everything, leading to a sultry weekend and no-holds-barred romance—Texas style.

Line from my novel: She bit her lip then pressed his license to her nose, hoping to catch his scent.  Why I like this line: In Pleasuring Pandora, Pandora’s a cop in Triumph, a small Texas town. She’s had her eye on Jack, a sexy cowboy, for years. The only way she figures he’ll ever know she’s alive is if she tickets him for speeding, not wearing his seatbelt, and speaking on his cellphone while he’s driving. (He does that a lot). Once she has his driver’s license in hand and is back in her squad car, she presses the license to her nose to capture his scent. Poor gal has it bad. If you’ve guessed this is a romantic comedy, you’d be right. J

Fun fact about myself: I wrote and illustrated my first book when I was 9 years old. Called it Dimples the Adventurous Flea. Made copies and sold the book to the neighbors. My first book tour.

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Kissing Bandits Blitz: Janice Seagraves

Thank you for having on your blog today.
 
rb4ucowboy-pre-orderadIn my cowboy anthology story, Max has had a crush on Linda since high school. At a barbecue Linda is tired of waiting for Max to make the first move.
 
Excerpt:
“Max. I’ve been looking for you.” Linda took his hand, and an electrical sensation flowed up his arm. “Let’s step over here.”
“But I…”
“Only for a couple minutes. Your sisters can spare you that long.” She dragged him away to the Galloway’s backyard. The tall fence blocked off some of the noise from the party, giving them the illusion of privacy.
She pressed him against the fence and kissed him, hard. Surprise had him opening his mouth, but it also gave her entrance. Her tongue skimmed across his, and he was lost. He invaded her mouth, pursuing her. His placed his arms around her and pulled her against him, flattening her breasts against his chest. Desire spiraled through him.
She slowly pulled back and snuggled against his chest. “Wow. I always wondered what kissing you would be like.”
Rubbing her back, he noticed a little black bird in the tree limb above them. He whistled, and it cocked its head. He continued to mimic bird song, until the starling flew down and perched on his extended finger.
“How did you do that?” whispered Linda.
“It must be used to humans,” he lied. “Did you know starlings are better mimics then mocking birds?”
“No, I didn’t.” She smiled.
“What do you think of Linda?” he asked the bird. Forming what he wanted the starling to do in his mind.
It did a wolf whistle. Linda giggled.
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