Buck Caulfield wanted to win a buckle not break a leg. He did just that, and “Doc” Chastity Meadows patched him up and then put him to bed.
Chastity never got over Buck because she didn’t have time. She went from setting broken limbs to barely breaking even. Her father’s untimely death left Chastity to take over the family ranch now in dire straits.
Chastity has managed to keep the banker and her ambitious neighbors at bay but for how much longer? An unexpected windfall comes, Buck Caulfield.
He had no idea Chastity owned the ranch he was looking at taking over, but now that he’s found her, he’s not about to let her go, not someone as lovely as his Buckin’ Chastity.
Contemporary western romance author Tina Holland pens a fun romance you won’t want to miss in Buckin’ Chastity, book 1 in The Caulfield Cowboys series.
The Caulfield Cowboys series by Tina Holland
Prequel – Sexing Up the Spy
1. Buckin’ Chastity
2. Dani Loves Dallas
3. Austin Nights in Savannah
When the Phoenix Lunar Coven hires Maximillian Z to retrieve their most valued treasure from an evil skin-walker, they expect results. As a hardened mercenary hunted by his own clan, Z expects trouble but not the feelings evoked by Princess Tierra. Tierra is no ordinary witch, she’s a werewolf and a phoenix.
Tierra has gone into heat as with every cycle of the Lunar Eclipse. Even though she’s mated, she must fulfill her duty. Z refuses to return Tierra and has every intention of keeping her for himself.
It’s a race against the moon – for whoever kills the Firewolf on the Lunar Eclipse will inherit the powers of the Coven. With the skin-walker searching for Tierra and Z’s clan chasing him, will they make it before the eclipse? Or will everything go up in flames for Z and the Firewolf?
Maximilian Z gripped the binoculars tighter as the skin-walker caressed the beautiful and unconscious Tierra.
Z had watched the deteriorating Casablanca hotel for two days before realizing his best bet was to grab the princess after a pain session with Limikkin. He was relieved Tierra healed at a rapid rate. When her coven hired him, he assumed she was a witch like her mother. He wondered if she was an immortal to heal so fast. The first time he saw her endure such torture, Z thought he’d be bringing a body back to the coven, but she returned unmarked the following morning, and again today. Z planned to move north toward the mountains outside of Sin Vegas as soon as Tierra was retrieved. They could make good time if he didn’t have to wait for her to recover from the damage inflicted during sessions with the skinwalker.
Soon Limikkin would call for her transfer. Z leaped toward the stairwell, rushing to the opposite building. He needed to arrive at the lobby before the coyotes took her to the lower level safe. Once she was locked in there, a significant amount of patience–or serious explosives–would be required to get her out. Z had neither, and he dared not risk a confrontation with Limikkin. The skin-walker had existed for at least a millennia, and his dark magic was best avoided. Z’s best course was to take on the three coyotes transferring her. Not the best odds, but he never liked good odds anyway; it seemed unfair.
Z continued down the stairs two at a time, knowing he wasn’t going to make it. He reached the eighth floor, then leaped down the abandoned elevator shaft. Z barely noticed the impact on his aging joints as he hit the bottom and dashed across the desolate street. He arrived in the once-opulent lobby before the shifters reached the foyer. He heard them coming; the animals’ movements were noisier than hell.
“She smells good,” he heard one dog say.
Z had no idea. His sense of smell was severely damaged, and he could only register the most pungent odors. He took a double-edged boomerang out of his pocket and tossed it, slicing the cables to the cameras in the lobby before the sharp disc returned to his Kevlar-gloved hand.
“Put her on the sofa, over here. Let’s have a taste,” another coyote suggested.
“But Limikkin?” the third finally spoke.
“He won’t know. She’ll be healed by tomorrow. We can’t eat her flesh. I’m sure he would notice.” The second voice was almost shaking in anticipation.
Z watched as they moved the princess to the nearest leather couch. They stopped, dropping her on the cracked leather. Their inattention to the task assigned was the break he needed. He’d be able to sneak up on them.
“Let’s take her!”It was the first who spoke, tufts of fur sticking out of his scalp in patches.
Z didn’t like this at all. If they raped her, they could change, and full shifters were a lot harder to fight off. Damn it all to Hell. Buy Links: Amazon| Google | KOBO |iBooks | Nook
Did you know all fairies are ruled by the elements? And they answer to a group known as the Veil–sort of a fairy secret council. There are rules that must be obeyed the first being never reveal what you are.
Jamie Waters broke the rules when she retrieved an anchor off the shores of California setting a new world-record for free-diving. She flees where the Veil will not find her, the town of Innocent, Minnesota. There she meets and falls hard for a human, Beau Collins. Beau Collins isn’t like most humans, he can’t catch fire and being a fireman is the perfect job for him. When he meets Jamie Waters it’s an instant attraction. Opposites attract but everyone knows, Fire and water don’t mix.
When Beau is burned after battling a warehouse fire, Jamie works to help him find the arsonist. Can they find out who it is before they lose control over the elements? Will Beau risk being with Jamie even if it means he can’t be Fireproof.
Beau struggled all night to keep his emotions in check. He rarely granted invitations to the opposite sex because women always seemed to set his blood on fire, especially if there was any level of attraction because the relationships eventually ended because of his secret.
This girl, Jamie, scared the hell out of him. His barely concealed erection was a testament to the draw he felt towards her. His usual heated senses were not there though and it really concerned him. He felt cool, calm, and collected at least in the flesh. His emotions were tearing all over the place. Attraction towards this unbelievably attractive girl, confusion over what drew him to her specifically and concern his fail-safe standoff approach wasn’t working at all.
Now her breath lingered against his skin. What did she ask him? He looked over at her with her long black hair and dark blue eyes. “What?”
“Chase said something about you needing lessons.” Her sensuous pink lips moved and all he heard was “lessons”.
“Lessons?” He asked unable to concentrate on the words emerging from those luscious lips.
“Yeah. What kind do you need?” She smiled.
“What kind do you want to give me?” Beau hoped he sounded flirtatious instead of the uncertainty rising within him.
Jamie leaned over and whispered against his lips. “I’d like to give you some very intimate lessons but I doubt you need them.” Her lips barely touched his own. Beau used all of his restraint not to pull her against him to taste her.
“So did you two figure something out?” Damn Chase and his bad timing.
“I’m still trying to find out what he wants.” Jamie turned and smiled at Chase. Beau’s gut twisted.
“He doesn’t know how to swim!” Chase fairly shouted it.
Jamie turned to look at him, “Is that all?”
“Yes,” Beau said in a clipped voice.
“I think I can help you out. I’ve done adult lessons before.”
“I’m not sure I need to know how to swim. Haven’t run across the need in a fire yet.” He teased her.
“Nonsense. It’s easy. Besides, it’s not like you’ll need to rescue people right away. Just a nice skill to have, especially living on the North shore.” Her face lit up as she talked to him, “I need to use the little girl’s room.” Jamie rose from the table, “Don’t take my spot.” She directed Chase.
Once she left Chase sat down opposite Beau, “What do you think?” he asked.
“About what?” Beau responded.
“She’s okay.” Beau quipped.
“Just okay? Dude, she’s like a walking goddess with her long black hair, perky tits, and a sweetheart shaped ass. Didn’t you notice?”
Beau noticed and so did his pecker. He merely shrugged. How could a man not notice dark denim jeans or the white t-shirt hugging her curves? Chase forgot to mention her captivating ocean blue eyes. A man could drown in those big baby blues.
“Well if you’re not interested, I’ll—”
“Don’t even think about it.” It was more of a command than a statement.
Chase laughed, “So you do like her.”
“I didn’t say anything of the sort.”
“But I can’t pursue her.” Chase clarified.
“Yep.” Beau took a long sip off his beer.
“Okay, whatever man. I’ll let you have this one, only because you’re showing a little bit of interest. You need to get laid. You can thank me later.”
Welcome to the future! The year is 3025, and humans are fast becoming extinct. Nizhoni of Mojave Earth Clan knows her spirit guide will protect by giving her the power of the wolf. When she unwittingly bites another human, she flees.
Michael of the Air Clan has searched for the woman he calls Beauty; the one who turned him into a creature of the moon. When he finds her living among the Mojave, he believes he can finally claim her. There’s only one problem. She’s already married.
Together Nizhoni and Michael must battle her former lover, the Yee Naaldlooshi, or feared skin-walker. The fate of their love and humankind hang in the balance. If Beauty can’t have her mate and save the world, she’s going to be a real Beast.
“Who are you, and what do you want with me?”
“My name is Michael. I want to help you. Are you wondering how you got here?”
“Flesh eaters surrounded you. I fear you were in no shape to fend them off. You had a terrible fever. Your temperature remained high for two full days and only just broke last night.”
“So it’s over.” Nizhoni wondered how suddenly the changes in her body would appear. Days? Weeks? Hours? She wasn’t sure.
“Were any animals nearby?” Perhaps if she knew what kind of animal had chosen her would give a clue as to how much time she had left.
“Other than the zombies? No.”
Nizhoni wondered what creature guided this man to her. Had he followed her spirit guide? What would she become now that her change was over? Nizhoni held so many questions and had no one to answer them. She leaned back against the down pillows and released a sigh.
“May I ask your name?”
Nizhoni paused a moment.
“Do you remember it?” He leaned forward.
Nizhoni did not care to share too much information with Michael—the stranger. “What have you called me?”
He looked down, but not before the blood crept up his neck.
“What?” She was unable to keep the curious tone out of her voice.
I’m happy to offer you all the next book in the Starving Artist Series – Last Virgin in Vegas. Enjoy this blurb, excerpt and Lovely new Cover by Valerie Tibbs.
Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right?
So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?
Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician.
What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?
Good for nothing bastard! How could he treat Sydney this way?
Gwen fumed, pacing the floor of the spacious hotel suite. She was wearing a pattern in the carpet with her back and forth between the phone and the door. Lance-a-not had decided to be a big no-show. Luckily, Syd was out with some fellow writers at a local jazz club. Hopefully her friend could forget the insensitive jackass masquerading as a man.
Gwen tried to remember what she had seen in him. Oh yeah…his marine-blue eyes, the ebony hair falling over his brow, his sculpted arms and a chest that made her hands itch to feather across it. In her memory, his arms were powerful, his entire frame screaming linebacker.
Gwen felt herself grow damp with anticipation and admitted her own disappointment over his last-minute cancellation. She should be relieved. She didn’t want to watch Lance and Sydney moon over each other, not when she lusted after what she couldn’t have.
She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, staring out the French doors into the night sky. Lance hadn’t come, and it was for the best. He was a difficult man to ignore. It was a crime to fall for a man who belonged to your best friend, but if he’d been single, she would have pursued him…maybe even ruthlessly.
She’d been unable to stop herself when Sydney propositioned her a year ago with the temptation of joining the two in the bedroom. Lance and Sydney had dated for years, but something about him made Gwen want him for herself. She knew her passion was teetering on the edge of something more, and it wasn’t something she could explain easily. She also knew it wasn’t worth her friendship with Syd. After the ménage a trios, she had left without delay, flying back to Minneapolis, hiding from the lust and guilt, which surfaced far too easily. The memories of their love play were embedded in her mind.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Sydney must have forgotten her key—it was too late to be anyone else. But when Gwen opened the door, it was to find her unwanted obsession in the hall.
Lance stared, the champagne bottle he’d brought as a peace offering dangling from one hand. He hadn’t expected to find Gwen in Sydney’s room. His eyes raked over her, almost of their own volition.
She wore a long emerald nightgown with skinny straps cut in a deep V with lace barely covering her voluptuous curves. Her beauty was irresistible. The negligee complimented her eyes and cut clear to her hip on one side. Lance ached, wondering if she wore anything underneath.
He found his voice. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You called and canceled.”
“I had a change of heart.”
“After you broke Syd’s? Isn’t that convenient.”
God, she was sexy when she was angry. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in her room.”
“Doesn’t it? I moved into her room this morning.”
“Hoping to get lucky?” he goaded, wanting to see fire flash through her eyes. It was masochistic, but he needed it on a level he didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t be crude. Our relationship isn’t like that.”
“What about last year?” Lance was getting hard just thinking about Gwen’s lips around his cock.
“That was different, and you know it.”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“So sad.” Lance lowered his head. Gwen didn’t need to see the relief in his eyes. He suspected he wasn’t everything Sydney wanted, but the idea she and Gwen might share the same sexual tastes wasn’t appealing. More than once he’d thought that if the two friends decided to bed down, he would end up alone.
“Arrogant ass,” Gwen said clearly as she walked away. She leaned back on the arm of a nearby brown sofa; unaware that the action lifted the slit of her nightgown higher, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.
“Where is Sydney?”
“For how long?”
“Not sure. She could return at any moment.”
Lance needed to get the man downstairs under control. His attraction to Gwen was intimidating. The reason he felt such overwhelming lust towards a woman he’d not seen in a year unnerved him. “Well, I’m waiting for Syd, so what do you propose we do?” Lance asked.
“How ‘bout a movie?”
“Perfect.” Maybe she’d change to go out; maybe she’d change in front of him. Yeah, it was a pure dude response, but one he couldn’t really squelch. He’d seen her naked, and wanted to see her again.
“I paid for Casablanca.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t help but sound disappointed.
“I think there’s some popcorn in the cupboard next to the fridge.” Gwen pushed away from the chair and walked to the mini-bar. As she walked by him, Lance craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything beyond her luscious thigh.
“Okay.” He sighed heavily. He took off his jacket, resigning himself to an evening of a movie and popcorn. It was probably just as well; he wouldn’t want to explain things to Sydney when she arrived. Gwen stood waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, drumming her fingers against the counter. Lance’s cock ached to feel those digits wrapped around his cock. He settled on the sofa, ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled the breath he held.
Gwen strolled leisurely towards him, her hips swaying, before sliding next to him on the couch. She handed him the bowl, and he used it to cover his erection. The television lit up with a movie title: Cock in Bianca. Lance couldn’t help it; he laughed uproariously.
Gwen’s cheeks matched her hair, “Oh, my God.” She stared.
“So this is what you do in your spare time,” he teased.
“No!” Gwen faced him. “I don’t know how this happened.”
“I think you’re trying to provoke me.” He shifted to get more comfortable.
“To do what?” Gwen challenged him and with it he found himself reacting on his most base needs. It was something he’d sworn he would never do, after that night a year ago. Lance accepted that his mind was no longer in control and he gave into his red-haired siren.
“This.” He lifted her stubborn chin upwards, and bent low to kiss her.
Hello Readers. I’ve pulled all my old books from Liquid Silver Publishing and republishing them with my new publisher Book Boutiques. The Pilot and the Pinup has gotten a make-over and I really enjoy it. Don’t worry if you like the old cover – I’ll be keeping it for the print edition. So without further adieu here is my new cover.
Former pinup model, Sydney Wagner, is about to fulfill her life-long dream of publishing her first novel. Attending a writer’s conference in Kansas City is more play than work. Fate factors in, when her car blows a tire on the way to the conference.
Pilot and entrepreneur, Peter Kane, notices a car on the side of the road and isn’t about to pass up the chance to help a stranded motorist, especially, one as sexy as Sydney Wagner. But can he deal with her hot-then-cool attitude, or her tawdry past?
Hunky vampire Drake Vermillion is simply looking for a quick snack. What he gets instead will keep you on the edge of your seat as you’re transported to Sin Vegas in Book 1 of Dealing With the Dead. The monsters in the closet are real, but if you look closely you may discover that all is not as it seems. Tina Holland spins an exciting tale of a world hidden in plain sight in her paranormal romance Drake’s Desire.
I would ask that you refrain from purchasing from Liquid Silver Books as they are in violation of copyright and not paying royalties. If you buy a book with the cover above you are good to go and supporting me. Thanks. ~Tina
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