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Authors: Randi Alexander
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Thank you for reading Jackson and Rori’s book. I loved
writing a rodeo cowboy who considered himself “lazy.” Of course, Rori found a
way to love him just as he was, despite his resistance to
computering
. Be
sure to read the other books in The Sons of Dusty Walker Series; Dylan, Killian,
and Rogue. I’ve included book blurbs and excerpts from these three awesome
books so you can easily find the stories.
Watch for another series coming from our group. Desiree
Holt, Sable Hunter, Jodi Redford and I are already planning another four-part
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Randi
"Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"
the Author
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Randi
Alexander knows a modern woman dreams of an alpha cowboy who takes the reins,
and guarantees they’re rode hard and put up satisfied.
Published with Cleis Press, Wild Rose Press, and
self-published, Randi writes smokin' hot romance with heroes who'll have you
begging to ride off into the sunset with them. When she's not dreaming of, or
writing about, rugged cowboys, Randi is biking trails along remote rivers,
snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday
forming a tropical rock-band.
Forever an adventurous spirit with a naughty imagination,
Randi is also family oriented and married to the best guy in the world, her own
cowboy, Kick. Give in to the allure of erotic passion, strong but vulnerable
heroines, and irresistibly seductive cowboys, as Randi's emotional love stories
sweep you off your feet and leave you breathless with passion.
Saddle up! And prepare yourself for the sexier side of
happily ever after.
The Sons of Dusty Walker:
Dylan (Book 1) by Jodi Redford
Blurb:
Secrets and lies—the legacy of Dylan
Walker’s existence. Ashamed of his status as a bastard son, Dylan found solace
and a sense of identity as the lead bass guitarist for Truckstop Pickup. But
with one phone call, his world is shaken to its core. Summoned to Kansas after
the death of his father, Dylan discovers he has three brothers he knew nothing
about. Reeling from that earth-shattering revelation, he figures life can’t
throw him a bigger curveball. Until fate puts him face-to-face with the woman
his heart refuses to forget...and her little boy. Who just happens to bear a
striking resemblance to Dylan.
Never love a musician. That’s always
been Zoe Chapman’s number one motto. Daughter of a legendary country star, she
knew that truth better than anyone. Then she’d met Dylan. He’d stripped her of
her defenses, and she’d fallen. Hard. Now he’s back in her world. A living,
breathing, too-sinful-for-words personification of everything she’s ever
wanted. And can never have. Only Dylan is dead set on becoming a permanent
fixture in their son's life. Determined to make her part of the package deal,
he works at breaking down her walls again, and her resistance is slipping
faster than her panties.
But there’s
another secret Zoe’s hiding. And it could end up pushing Dylan away from her
forever.
Find Dylan at
www.jodiredford.com
and on Amazon
Excerpt:
Dylan
ambled into the periodical aisle and scanned the options. Naturally his
favorite—
Guitar World
—was noticeably absent, so he picked up the latest
Time
instead. A nearby fashion rag snagged his attention, mainly because the model
on the cover had a smoldering gaze that reeled him in. He stood there like a
complete dope, the magazine clutched in his hand, but his mind was a million
miles away, steeped in an erotic memory. Gorgeous green eyes locked with his,
peering straight into his soul. The sensuous slip-slide of their
sweat-slickened bodies. Zoe’s nails digging into his ass, refusing to let him
go, even when he buried himself so hard and deep within her, he swore he could
feel her heartbeat. Or maybe it was the fierce mad rush of his own pulse as she
annihilated his defenses. She was a danger to all of his carefully held rules.
Don’t get close. Offer no promises. Forget her and move on.
The
first two had been taken out of his hands with her refusal to give him her last
name. But Rule Three was impossible. He’d never forget her. God knows he’d
tried.
He
thunked the magazine back in the rack and continued his shopping, adding a box
of Benadryl to his stash in hopes of it helping him get some shut eye the rest
of the week. The sound of a young child laughing broke through his
concentration. Customers must have come in when he wasn’t paying attention.
Time to get his ass back to Hazel before someone beat him to the front of the
line.
Rounding
the corner of the aisle, he spotted the petite blonde parked at the pharmacy
counter.
Damn, too slow.
He
checked out the blonde’s heart-shaped posterior, his resignation shifting to
appreciation. He’d gladly buy a round of beers for whoever was responsible for
inventing yoga pants. Hell, he’d purchase them an entire distillery.
The
female scraped her hair back and he spotted the hot pink streaks scattered in
with the platinum locks. He wouldn’t have figured anyone around these parts for
adopting an edgier style like that. Maybe she wasn’t local.
And
didn’t that make things potentially interesting?
Hazel
scooted up to her side of the counter and beamed a smile, instantly breaking up
Dylan’s two-second happy parade quicker than a firehose set on full blast.
Judging from the older woman’s response, the blonde wasn’t a stranger in town.
Just
his damn luck. First female in a long time who stirred more than a passing
fascination in him and he had to keep his mitts to himself.
“Zoe,
dear. Perfect timing. I was about to give ya a ring to see about some private
lessons for Ginger.”
Dylan
jolted at the name.
Holy shit
. How damn weird was that? Here he’d been
thinking about Zoe, and another one stood a couple feet in front of him. And it
wasn’t even that common of a—
His
thoughts rear-ending each other like a fifty car pileup, he jerked his
attention back to the ass he’d so eagerly admired seconds ago. A tingle of déjà
vu tripping through his synapses, he blinked. “Zoe?”
“Hm?”
The blonde sent him a distracted look over her shoulder.
Shock
punching him square in the solar plexus, he returned the gaze of the woman
who’d haunted his dreams for the last four years.
He
cataloged the exact moment Zoe registered who he was. Her poleaxed expression
hinted that she was equally stunned by their unexpected reunion. He prayed that
her silence
was
due to disbelief. They’d left things on good terms, but
shit knows women tended to recall events in a wholly different light than most
clueless men. And he wasn’t too proud to admit that he could be just as dimwitted
as the rest of his gender.
Figuring
he better say something rather than continuing to gape at her like a psycho, he
cleared his throat. “Man, it’s good to see you.”
She
opened her mouth, but the only sound that emerged was a wispy, distressed breath.
He didn’t think it possible, but her coloring turned several shades whiter than
Casper the Friendly Ghost. Suddenly alarmed that she might be moments away from
passing out, he rushed forward—and collided with the little tike barreling
across his path. The kid bounced off Dylan’s leg and tumbled onto the ground.
Before he could reach for the boy, Zoe snapped out of her daze and hunkered to
her knees, her shaking hand smoothing over the tot’s stick-straight brown hair.
“Hunter, that’s why I keep telling you not to run in stores.”
“Yes,
mama.”
The
sweet childish voice uttering those two words sent another bolt of shock
careening through Dylan. Zoe...was a mom? Desperately trying to process that
thought, he slashed his attention to Hunter. As if he’d known he was the
subject of deep scrutiny, the little boy popped his thumb in his mouth and
peeked up at Dylan.
He
stared into Hunter’s eyes. Everything surrounding Dylan tilted at a funny angle
and a strange prickle of awareness hopscotched across his suddenly flushed
skin. The tiny person looking back at him was a mirror of himself at that age.
Honest to God, with that kind of resemblance, Hunter could be...
Hot
and cold flashes racing inside him, he reluctantly tore his focus from the boy
and met Zoe’s horrified gaze.
Find Dylan at
www.jodiredford.com
and Amazon
********
The Sons of Dusty Walker: Killian (Book 3) by Desiree
Holt
Blurb:
To say Killian
Walker was shocked when he discovered that not only was his father not married
to his mother, but he had three half-brothers in the same situation. Facing
each other for the first time at the reading of Dusty Walker’s will, the
atmosphere could best be described as hostile. The terms of the will didn’t
help matters. Spending a week in Red Creek, Kansas in Dusty’s house and Dusty’s
business was just not on his agenda of things to do. But if he wanted the money
to start his own ranch, he’d have to grit his teeth and man up.
Lexie Choate had
big dreams about success in the world of art. Her teachers at Savannah School
of Art praised her talent and told her she was a shoo-in to win the prize of a
gallery show of her own. The last thing she expected was for the man who stole
her heart to also steal the prize from her. She ran back to Red Creek, to heal
her broken heart and recover from her disappointment. As the owner of Heart
Starter, the popular coffee shop in town, she was busy building a new life for
herself, while she continued to paint in secret. Hope never dies.
When Killian
walked into Heart Starter the chemistry between the two of them was instant and
explosive, but neither of them was looking for anything long term. She wanted
to get back into the world of art. He was planning to build his ranch and not
in Nowhere, Kansas. One week, they agreed. One week to enjoy each other, then
goodbye. Funny thing, though, just when you think you’ve got everything planned
out, life has a fanny way of turning your life upside down.
Excerpt:
Killian paid the
check then stood up and waited for her to slide from the booth. When they
walked to the SUV he kept his hand on her arm. He moved it to open the door and
Lexie missed the warmth of the contact at once. He again helped her into the
seat and buckled her belt for her. This time when his face was so close to hers
she could feel his breath on her cheeks, he leaned forward that last little
bit. She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d move away again. But no, he pressed
his lips gently against hers in the briefest of kisses. Still, even with that
light contact, the heat it created set her blood to boiling and the pulse in
her pussy pounded with long-suppressed need.
Without thinking
she opened her mouth slightly and Killian’s tongue swept in like a sword of
flames. The kiss was so intense it stole her breath but she never thought to
break away. At last he lifted his head and looked at her with ravenous hunger.
She could tell he was as stunned by the reaction as she was.
Oh, lordy!
He just stared
for another long minute before closing her door and jogging around to the
driver’s side. They were both silent on the drive back to her place. When he
walked her up the stairs to her door he kept his hand on her as if needing to
maintain contact. On the landing he turned her to face him.
“I’m not coming
in, Lexie. I’d like to think I’m too much of a gentleman to act on what I want
to do with you on our first date. But trust me, there will be others. So if you
want me to stay away, now would be the time to tell me.”
Her heart pounded
so loud she was sure he could hear it. “I want that.” The words were a whisper.
“All right,
then.”
He pulled her
into his arms and cupped her head with one large hand. His scent surrounded her
as did the strength of his body. When he pressed her to him she could feel the
unmistakable bulge of his cock even through the thick denim. It pressed hard
against her mound, the contact causing a flood of moisture to her panties.
Could he smell the fragrance of her arousal?
This kiss was
deeper than the other, more intimate. He licked every inch of the inner surface
of her mouth, brushing his tongue over hers in an erotic dance that made her
weak with wanting. She clutched his arms, fingers tightening on ropes of hard
muscle, the heat of his body scorching her hands. She had an insane desire to
rip off his clothes so she could run her hands all over his naked body. Just at
the point where she had forgotten to breathe he lifted his head. The look in
his eyes told her he was as affected as she was.
“See you
tomorrow.” His voice was thick with desire. “Keep my cinnamon buns warm.”
“Of course.” But
she wasn’t thinking of pastry when she said that. “See you.”
********
The Sons of Dusty Walker: Rogue (Book 4) by Sable Hunter
Blurb:
A loner by choice
and a renegade by nature.
Rogue is living
up to his name. He’s lived life on his own terms, doing everything from
team-roping in college, Texas Hold ‘em champion to founding his own company,
Lone Wolf Oil.
Everything he’s
accomplished has been in spite of Dusty Walker, a man who sired four sons by
four women – none of them his wife. Rogue might be following in his father’s
footsteps, but he is
nothing
like his father.
And he never will
be if he can help it.
When he flies to
Kansas for the reading of Dusty’s will, three brothers and a quarter interest
in a half-billion dollar business aren’t all he finds…Rogue feels like he’s
been hit by a tornado after he walks into a room a room and finds a woman in
his bed. Not just any woman, either…
The last time he
saw Kit Ross, she was racing off in her truck leaving him naked and hard by the
side of the road. Of course, he deserved it; he’d hurt her. To say she wasn’t
happy to see him was an understatement. And when he wins her ranch with a good
poker hand, the game is on.
It’s not just poker that’s being played. They can’t keep
their hands off one another. Rogue doesn’t know if he has room in his life for
family and love. He doesn’t know if he can be trusted with people’s hearts and
happiness. What if he’s more like Dusty Walker than he ever knew?