Friday, October 7, 2022

Watchdogs Book Blitz #rabtbooktours



Gay Shifters Fiction

Date Published: September 16, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until Sarge, an old army buddy, shows up and offers Ray a job – as an assassin. Ray’s new career takes off until he falls for Jared, a cop, and finds his life is on the line. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?

Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared when their enemy is a wolf?

Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

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Gale Stanley

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Excerpt from Cyclops

Mission accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and pull the trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down. I usually played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone. Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.

My digital car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind Jared’s building. He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the living room and left them on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding me for a few seconds.

Jared sat up and looked daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is, Ray?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Time to get busy?”

“What were you doing until 3 am?”

“Missing you.”

“Right.” Jared threw a pillow at me. “Go home, Ray.”

I picked up the pillow and walked over to the bed. “Don’t be such a sourpuss.” I tucked the pillow behind his back. Yawning, I scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of hair on the top of my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to leave a little for Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.

Jared lay down and put an arm over his face. “I have to get up for work in a few hours. Lock the door on your way out.”

I sat on the bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick didn’t budge when I made contact. Damn, he really was pissed. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.”

“I don’t want you here, Ray.”

My temper rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to lengthen it around Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled Jared’s arm back and stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he meant what he said. “Look at me, babe.”

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair framed high cheekbones and emerald green eyes.

“Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”

Jared and I had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used to having a steady fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I didn’t see Jared as much as he would have liked, and the longer we were together, the harder it was to explain my absences. But, nothing worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep him. I liked knowing Jared was there when I needed him. And right then, I needed him bad.

“Yeah, I mean it. Get out.”

“Maybe I can change your mind.” I pulled the sheet off his body and played with the sexy smattering of light brown hair between his pecs. The trail continued down his belly leading to a neatly trimmed bush and still flaccid cock.

He was the light to my dark, in appearance and character. We would have made a striking pair before my injury. I ruffled Jared’s hair. His cut wasn’t much longer than mine, a cop cut. A vision of Jared in his dress blues flashed through my mind. I’d jacked off to that image countless times. Who didn’t love a man in uniform? Suddenly an idea popped into my head.

“You’re right, babe. I shouldn’t take you for granted.” I stood, but instead of leaving, I walked over to the closet and took out his uniform. “Put your blues on and punish me. Handcuff me to the bed, spank me, plug me --”

The ghost of a grin played on Jared’s lips. “You crazy fucker.”

“Exactly. I’m crazy to fuck you.”

No lie there. I never got enough of Jared. Still, if it had been up to me, we’d never have hooked up. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a bad idea to fuck a cop.

 About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Thursday, October 6, 2022

Ornery Movie Reviews: Yellowstone Romance

 Genre: Romantic Comedy

Rating: Three out of Five Stars

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Not the greatest movie I've seen, but not nearly as bad as most of the ratings make it out to be. I didn't understand what many of the reviewers meant when they said that Justin "had an agenda." I thought it was Olivia who had the agenda. In fact, I found her a rather unpleasant character because of her agenda, which was sabotaging her best friend's engagement.

Then I realized that most of the people who gave the movie a low rating have an agenda. They are intolerant and bigoted. They disliked Justin's flamboyance. 

I will never understand how people can believe in a God who created everyone and then believe said God hates approximately a quarter of the population simply for being same-sex attracted. Fortunately, I don't believe in such a God. Such a God sounds terribly mean-spirited.

I didn't give the movie a higher rating because the characters were all big paper dolls. The acting wasn't bad but everyone was a trope.

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

The Dominion Destiny Book Tour and Giveaway

The Dominion Destiny

The Dominion Book 3

by Chris Cloake

Genre: Epic Fantasy 

The ancient dominion of Ordefima faces a catastrophic invasion that will rip it apart. This is a tale of desperate duels, greed and loss, dreams unrealised and the ultimate price paid by those in love. Can the close siblings, Rupert and Socha, survive such insurmountable odds and find any kind of happiness? Or will darker powers and covetous enemies prevail?

 The Dominion - Destiny is the unmissable concluding part of the fantasy trilogy. Fans of legendary sagas leading to dramatic conclusions, with a vibrant cast travelling strange lands, can’t fail to find thrills in this final instalment by emerging author Chris Cloake. 

Buy The Dominion - Destiny and prepare for an odyssey that knows no bounds.

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Rupert, Marquis of Ordefima, stood atop the Wall that had for so many centuries marked the line between paradise and wretchedness, and reflected on the frightful changes. His beloved dominion had seemed eternally beautiful, a place where birds soared and fine maidens sang sweet songs that spoke of peace and plenty. It was where, in his childhood days, he ran in green meadows, barely noticed by nonchalant sheep with thick, woolly coats. And with his sister, Socha, games of hide and seek were played out until they could not bear to be apart any more.

Looking at it as it was now, he knew the idyll was gone. The once abundant expanse of the Fields was a muddy bog. The vines had been drowned, the grasslands and pastures could no longer support livestock. The people endured, repairing their houses where the rain was getting in, walking in the Town Square, maybe even making plans for the future. But it was an odd sense of normality. The smiles, the effervescent hope, the deep sense of trust, were no more. Daily activities lay in ruin, replaced by a crisis only chaos can bring. And it was hardly surprising, given what lay on the other side. The protective ring of the Tutelors had been broken.

The Waolings, under the abiding blanket of black clouds, had become what resembled an inland sea. All that was visible above the turgid water was the top of the odd sickening bush. And a thousand Gharids. They swarmed across the surface, their scaly backs arching and long, wide tails splashing. Occasionally, a hideous head would emerge, revealing rows of blade-like teeth and eyes tinged with purple. On the rubble that had been the Keeper’s Lodge stood Gaticus, nearly twice the size of his surrounding minions, in a rich coat of red, his triumphant crest erect. In one claw he held the Goblet of Fecundity that had been so precious to Ordefima. In the other, was a sword taken from a sentinel after he had defeated the invading force at the Luroghs.

What he desired now was Socha. Her blood mixed with his would make all in his army as strong as him and each could create another thousand like them.

Rupert met his intense glare with defiance. He felt the beast trying to steal into his thoughts, measure the level of his fear and work himself into any gaps he found.

“The Germinid is mine. It is only a matter of time before the Lady of the Goblet succumbs and all of Ordefima follows.”

Gaticus said this into the minds of his own kind. Rupert heard it too, as did Socha sitting on the floor of her room high up in the Balaltura. It was an impressive show of strength. Yet Rupert knew this was the best Gaticus could muster. To co-ordinate a force as large as his and maintain the constant downpour he needed took most of his power, sparing them his devastating infiltration of the mind.

“Brag as much as you like, you old sack of scales,” Rupert replied. “You still have to get past this Wall, and our weapons.”

“Do you think we can hold out?” the captain of the guard, standing beside him,
asked, his face thin and worried.

Rupert looked along the massive line of defence. “I have faith in the Wall,” he said. “But we are much depleted in number. We can bring out all the weapons we want. You still need someone to wield them.”

“Indeed. We paid a heavy price at the Luroghs.”

“I remain hopeful. Every man, woman and child will resist. There is much courage in my people.”

The Dominion: Defiant

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An ancient adversary in the east seeks to invade Ordefima and claim the treasures it holds.
When his beloved sister is captured, Rupert, the youngest son of the ruling family, is sent to save her. As the power of the enemy increases, can he overcome personal tragedy, emotional entanglements and lost allegiances to emerge as the hero? Or will subversive forces and increasing austerity inspire the people to rebel against him?

The Dominion - Defiant is the second book in the fantasy trilogy. If you like epic adventure, dark brooding menace, vivid characters and imaginative settings, then you’ll love this latest instalment by popular author Chris Cloake.

Buy The Dominion - Defiant today and immerse yourself in a mythical new world. 

The Dominion: Divided

The Dominion Book 1

Seventeen centuries of peace in Ordefima are shattered by a violent attack by an unknown assailant. Could a mythical enemy have returned? Does the danger come from within? As the ruling family fragments, Rupert, youngest son of the Marquis, is torn between the increasing demands of duty and saving his failing marriage. As all that he loves comes under threat, he must embark on dangerous challenges in a quest for answers. Can he succeed in the face of doubt or will unthinkable horrors be unleashed upon a land unprepared for change?

The Dominion – Divided is the first book in a fantasy trilogy by Chris Cloake. For those who love deep emotion, colourful locations, perilous predicaments and mystifying menace, this book is for you.

Enter the world of The Dominion and set out on a profound journey of discovery.

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Chris Cloake was born in 1964 and began telling stories a couple of years later. He grew up in Kent, England. He is motivated to write by a deep interest in life, particularly the cruel, deeply flawed nature of people contrasted with their incredible creativity and inspiration. The power of the natural world is a common theme in his work as a writer and professional photographer. He lives happily with his wife, two children and a large collection of music, books and board games.


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Historic Romance

Date Published: 12-12-2022

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

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In 1944, a German artillery shell destroyed Milt Greenlee’s future in professional baseball. His hideously scarred face and useless arm require him to relearn and recondition. But no amount of rehab will restore his looks or his self-confidence. There’s no chance a “cripple” like him could catch the eye of the stunning Nurse McEwen.

Army Nurse, Annie McEwen dreams her voice will take her far away from her hateful, overbearing father. She hopes Milt, a patient who fought in Sicily, might be the one who can help her find closure with the death of her cousin.

As their attraction grows, how can their relationship survive Annie's fears and Milt's secret?

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Barbara Whitaker was born in the wrong decade. She loves everything about the 1940’s and WWII, so she decided to write about it. Her historical romances embody that fascinating era in history. Visit Barbara's website

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Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Shadows that Speak Book Blitz #rabtbooktours


Date Published: December 12, 2021


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Daniel Manley did not experience a single moment of human kindness when cast out as a child onto the merciless cobblestone streets of 19th century London.

One unsympathetic evening, while he lay cold and alone in a dark alley, he pleaded for death over living his abhorrent life a single moment longer. Upon taking his last gasp of frigid air, a mysterious voice emanates from the alley's darkest corner, stopping his despair. Daniel scans the darkness for the voices' origination.

His fear turned to optimism as he takes solace in the words spoken by his newfound savior, 'Father.' Guided by Fathers, 'sound advice,' Daniel does his bidding, reigning terror on all who cause society's ruination.

Is Father a figment of his imagination, or is he possessed by a dark beast that feeds on his unanswered prayers? 

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Brigitte, "Gitte," Tamar was born in a small rural Oregon town. Growing up, she was enthralled by scary tales featuring poetic tones and consistently gravitated towards writing darkened narratives. In the different storylines, Brigitte explores the harsh realities of social issues faced by today's generations. This includes the dark outcomes brought on by peer pressure, addiction, homelessness, mental illness, childhood trauma, and abuse. She feels it is essential to share narratives that refrain from sugarcoating the topics society tends to shy away from.


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Erotic Romance

Date Published: 10-10-2022

Publisher: Naughty Netherworld Press

Candi knew hot things happened behind closed doors at the Pearl Beach Resort. After all, the place was owned by bisexual billionaire playboy Boris van Donk, who had a reputation for taking on all comers.

Candi's family of origin was strictly religious, and she has never given or received more than a chaste kiss in her 21 years. Between bad-boy Boris and her geeky, fun-loving, porn-writing housemates, an awakening of her desires is inevitable.



On the Beach

Two women and a man, all hospitality workers in their early twenties, sat in a remote spot on the soft pink sands of Pearl Beach Resort. Pearl Beach was a tropical hideaway in the Caribbean Sea, offering both relaxing days and exciting nightlife for adults. Fire Isle’s nearby sister island, Moonlight Island, was home to Sunny Coast Hospitality College. Some of the school’s graduates became managers of luxury hotels. Others loved Pearl Beach so much that they stayed on as employees. The three companions were in the latter category.

During the first meeting for new students, the odd trio, though appearing to have little in common, became fast friends. They complemented each other, and their zeal for their coursework led them to graduate in three years instead of the usual four. Upon graduation, the three friends enthusiastically accepted the offer of employment at Pearl Beach Resort with a three-bedroom cabin to share.

The college and the resort were both presided over by Boris van Donk, a Dutch billionaire whose reputed sexual excesses earned him the nickname “The Dirty Dutchman.” It was rumored that he enjoyed introducing neophytes of both sexes to his fabled collection of erotic toys and practices. Despite his libido being the stuff of legend, van Donk conducted himself with dignity. He never forced his desires on disinterested parties.

Despite their enjoyment of one another’s company, the trio realized there were many things they didn't know about each other. They wished to strengthen their bond and dedicated an hour every week to unofficial group therapy. During this time, anyone could share his or her secrets. The friends were currently involved in one of these casual counseling sessions.

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Lil is the Very Naughty side of Team Netherworld/Naughty Netherworld Press. Cheeky and mysterious, Lil enjoys writing sweet and spicy stories that are heavy on the tongue in cheek.


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Monday, October 3, 2022

The Haunted House, Bubba Rouse & The Mouse #rabtbooktours


Children's & (young at heart) Short Story Rhyme Book

Publishing Date: January 17th, 2022

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A humorous short story Childrens Rhyme Book about a haunted house, a young boy, ghosts and a mouse.

This Halloween rhyme story was first written by Lawrence at an early age who remembers always being curious at the appearances of large abandoned houses around his hometown neighborhood. Lawrence's imagination would often get the best of him and he often thought of how spooky those unoccupied houses seemed to be and he then would ask himself, is there really such things as ghosts and goblins lurking in the shadows of those large weird and empty houses? Writing about such nonsense was a great way to share those thoughts and to sometimes get lots of laughs from, not only himself, but also from many of those who would listen to him recite such farfetched rhyming stories, whereby it was always Lawrence's intentions to someday publish the many rhyming stories he continued to write and share with others from an early age and until this day.

About the Author

L.G. Ingle lives in New Pekin, Indiana and enjoys writing poetry, songs and rhymes, both fictional and realistic ones. He has had numerous poems published in various magazines and books since 1988, and is now publishing his first children’s short story rhyme book: “Billy Amigo & Lil’ Willy Wiggle”.

L.G. has also another short story children’s rhyme books being published soon after his above-mentioned publication and his second and next one is called: “The Haunted House Bubba Rouse and The Halloween Mouse. He contemplates many other short story rhymes on the horizon for all ages.

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Violet Yorke, Gilded Girl Review and Giveaway


Violet Yorke, Gilded Girl: Ghosts In the Closet

by PJ McIlvaine

Genre: Middle Grade Historical Paranormal Mystery

She sees ghosts…but are they malevolent or friendly?

Poor little rich girl Violet Yorke has seen ghosts for as long as she can remember, but no one believes her.

Not stodgy Grandmother, who took charge of the heiress after her parents were killed in a failed robbery. Nor kind-hearted Aunt Nanette, or Uncle Bertie, a charming rogue. Not even the patient Hugo Hewitt, Violet’s godfather and trustee of her vast fortune.

Everyone dismissed the child’s insistence about ghosts as a harmless eccentricity—until the night her bedroom caught fire. Violet was promptly sent overseas, fueling her anger and resentment.

Two years later, a rebellious twelve-year-old Violet is on her way back to Manhattan on the doomed Titanic. As the ship sinks into the deep Atlantic Ocean, she’s put in a lifeboat by an apparition who rescued her from the clutches of a jewel thief. Presumed lost at sea, Violet shocks everyone by crashing her own funeral.

Following Violet’s recovery, Grandmother has grand high society designs for the girl, but Violet has other ideas. She’s determined to uncover the secret of what really happened to her parents. Then there’s the mystery of the moon-faced boy at gloomy Dunham Hall and his connection to the ghost on Titanic. Also hot on Violet’s trail is the jewel thief, the specter of her murdered governess, and a vengeful ghost lurking in Violet’s childhood home.

Being a poor little rich girl in 1912 Gotham isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in this delightfully dark and droll supernatural historical fantasy.

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Rating: Four out of Five Stars

Violet is the sort of protagonist that nobody listens to, partly because of her age and partly because of her sex. However, she is savvier than all the other characters in the story combined despite her family's attempts to break her spirit and make her into a "proper young lady."

Violet finds herself in peril right from the beginning of the story. She survived the sinking of the Titanic and is now attempting to get to her grandmother's place in Manhattan. She finally obtains the help of a kindly Irish buggy driver named Mr. O'Malley, offering him a sapphire in return for a ride.

The streets around Violet's grandmother's place are crowded and Violet finds out that there is a memorial service in process for her, as her family believes she drowned when the Titanic sank. While attempting to make her way to her grandmother's house, Violet is accosted by the same would-be assailant she encountered aboard the Titanic. What else can go wrong?

The action keeps this marvelous mystery moving forward. The story has a lively pace but not a frantic one. There are plenty of quirky characters and perilous plot twists to hold the reader's interest. As an added twist, Violet can see spirits. Unfortunately, nobody believes her.

The story is suitable for younger readers, but sophisticated enough that cozy and paranormal mystery fans of all ages can enjoy it. Girls and women of all ages will appreciate the plucky Violet and sympathize with her plight. Even in the twenty-first century, society still feels that women and girls are less capable and less worthwhile than men and boys.

Violet is no Mary Sue. Despite her chutzpah, she feels like an outcast and is uncertain of herself. She is an ordinary-looking girl rather than a glamorous socialite. Although she has a romantic mind, she has aspirations beyond marrying well. 

I have only one complaint about the book, which is this description of one of Grandmother Olivia's friends.

"I don’t believe a single thing I read in the papers,” Mrs. Iselin declared. She was a portly woman who clearly never said no to a fresh-baked pastry.

This may be more a character trait than a dig, but given society's prejudices, I feel it is best not to reinforce the stereotype that fat people are always stuffing food in their mouths. A person's size results from multiple factors. The only thing one can ascertain when viewing a fat person is that said person is indeed fat. 

Overall, I enjoyed Violet's story very much and give it an enthusiastic four out of five stars.

PJ McIlvaine is a prolific author/screenwriter/writer/journalist.

PJ is the author of the AmazonUS best-selling VIOLET YORKE, GILDED GIRL: GHOSTS IN THE CLOSET (April 2022, Darkstroke Books), her debut middle-grade supernatural historical mystery adventure about a sassy poor little rich girl/Titanic survivor who sees ghosts in 1912 Manhattan.

PJ’s debut picture book LITTLE LENA AND THE BIG TABLE (May 2019, Big Belly Book Co.), with illustrations by Leila Nabih, is about a determined little girl tired of eating with her annoying cousins at the kid’s table, only to discover that the grown-up big table isn’t much better. Her second published picture book, DRAGON ROAR (October 2021, MacLaren-Cochrane Publishing), illustrations by Logan Rogers), is about a lonely, sick dragon who has lost his mighty roar and the brave village girl who helps him find it again. PJ is also under contract with Oghma Creative Media for a series of Creature Feature picture books (2023-2024) and with Orange Blossom Books for her debut Young Adult alternate history adventure THE CONUNDRUM OF CHARLEMAGNE CROSSE set in Victorian London (Fall 2023).

PJ is also a co-host and founding member of #PBPitch, the premiere Twitter pitch party for picture book creators.

PJ has been published in numerous outlets including The New York Times and Newsday. PJ also does features and interviews for The Children’s Book Insider newsletter.

Also, PJ’s critically acclaimed Showtime original family movie MY HORRIBLE YEAR with Mimi Rogers, Karen Allen, and Eric Stoltz, was nominated for a Daytime Emmy.

PJ lives in Eastern Long Island with her family along with Luna, an extremely spoiled French Bulldog, and Sasha the Psycho Cat.

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Sunday, October 2, 2022

Lonely Hearts of San Sity Book Tour and Giveaway


The Lonely Hearts of San Sity

by Stacy-Deanne

Genre: BWWM Interracial Enemies-To-Lovers Cowboy Romance 

Hollywood talent scout Jules ends up in the small, ranch town of San Sity, Florida to scout talent for an upcoming reality dating show to be filmed in the town. While the town’s quirky relatives all think they have what it takes to be a star, there’s one man who stands above all the rest: Mitchel Scott.

Mesmerized by the hunky cowboy at first glance, Jules sets off to convince Mitchel he’s the spark the show needs to become a hit, but the tough-talking, no-nonsense rancher wants nothing to do with Jules or her show and would be happy if he never heard from her again.

Or so he claims.

Jules and Mitchel fight each other at every turn, but neither of them is prepared when their growing animosity turns into love.

Tropes: Cowboy, enemies-to-lovers, interracial, brokenhearted hero, soul mates, small-town

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Jules and Peppermint were at Mitchel’s ranch thirty minutes later. Jules parked their rental car on the road, in complete awe of what stood before her.

The scene looked like something out of Little House on the Prairie.

Acres of luminous, rich land that ran for miles over the hill. Amid this living portrait sat a two-story, off-white house made of shingles with a black roof. An elegant pavilion brought a sophisticated Southern charm to the place. Two hammocks, a patio table and a vibrant display of flowers highlighted the architectural centrepiece.

Peppermint knocked on the front door, but no one answered. But the black Ford truck suggested Mitchel was around somewhere.

“Over there!” A forceful, masculine voice shouted through the breeze. “There, Annie! Get in line, Buck!”

“What in the world?” Jules headed off in the direction of the screams. The air overflowed with the overlapping sounds of cows mooing and horses neighing.

Jules hadn’t been on a farm or ranch in her life, nor had she wanted to be. She was a city girl through and through. She didn’t even like to go outside, let alone camp, or even be anywhere near animals. The only cow she wanted to see was on her plate.

“Where are we going?” Peppermint huffed and puffed, struggling to walk her little roly-poly body up the hill.

Jules had expected the ranch to smell like shit and she kept checking her shoes to make sure she hadn’t walked in any cow pies. But the ranch didn’t stink at all. She couldn’t get enough of the sweet yet slightly pungent perfume coming from the mouth-watering red apples hanging from the trees.

“Ah.” Jules stood on top of the hill and, when she saw him, immediately wobbled, falling backward.

“Whoa.” Peppermint caught her. “Are you okay?”

Peppermint’s words didn’t register. Jules heard nothing and saw nothing except this Adonis who sat on his horse, herding the wandering cattle.

“Over there!” He nudged a cow with his horse’s nose and the cow got back in line. “Line, line!”

“That’s him.” Peppermint huffed and puffed, sweating. “I told you he was perfect.”

Mitchel took his cowboy hat off and glanced in Jules’ direction, but not long enough to notice her. He was everything Peppermint said and more. Hell, he was even more attractive than Jules imagined.

She started sweating, but not from the sun. Her stomach flip-flopped like it did the first time a boy kissed her and her toes curled just at the sound of his voice.

Ranching did a body great because there were fitness trainers that had nothing on this man. By the length of his legs, he was at least 6’4”. He controlled his horse with strong, sturdy arms. Under his white tank top, Jules saw he had just the right amount of muscles. She didn’t like a really bulky man, but he had to be fit. And Mitchel well, he was all that and then some.

He tapped the horse with his boots and he could probably smash bricks with those thick, toned thighs. Hands so big they could grab Jules’ entire ass with one scoop.

“Jules?” Peppermint nudged her. “Jules!”

“W what?” She swallowed. “Oh, uh. My God. He’s he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”

“I told you he was hot.”

“Hot is an understatement.” Jules felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her.

“Dan’s gonna love him when he sees him. He’s an instant star, right?”

Jules swallowed. “I wanna have his baby.”

“Jules, Jesus.” Peppermint laughed.

“I gotta get a video.” Jules took out her phone and recorded him. “Dan needs to see this for himself. Look at him.” Her heart jumped. “It’s so sexy how he’s so in control. Look at how the cows follow him.”

“Shit, as good as he looks, I’d be following his ass too.” Peppermint snickered.

“Fuck.” Jules slanted her phone, her nipples begging to be sucked. “He is oh, he’s something.”

“Miss Atlas?”

“Ah!” Jules turned to see a shapely redheaded woman who looked to be in her early to mid-twenties wearing cut-off denim shorts and a shirt that stopped at her midriff.

The Daisy Dukes wannabe grinned, raising the brim of her cowboy hat so they could see her emerald eyes. “Sorry if I scared you.” She chewed gum. “I’m Melanie. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Atlas.”

Jules nodded. “You know who I am?”

“Who doesn’t? You’re the most exciting thing to happen to this town in ages. What are you doing here? Did Mitch know you were coming?”

“No, but I really need to speak to him.” Jules put her phone up. “Think he can spare a few minutes?”

“Let’s find out.” Melanie yelled into her hands, “Mitch, you got visitors!”

“Whoa.” He stopped his horse and looked over at Jules.

“Hello!” She waved.

But instead of him smiling or showing any excitement, he rolled his eyes. “I’ll be inside in a minute!”

“Come on.” Melanie started down the hill. “I’ll let you in the house.”


Twenty minutes later, Mitchel Scott, the God himself, stood against the porcelain mantel in his living room, glaring at Peppermint and Jules as he loudly sipped from his glass of fresh lemonade. “You can’t be serious.”

“We are.” Jules cleared her throat, the cool glass of lemonade freezing her fingers. “You’re a star and I know stars.”

“Oh, yeah?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Somehow I’m not convinced.”

Jules was so glad he’d taken that cowboy hat off because all it did was impede his beauty. With short, shaggy caramel-blond hair he had a rugged swagger that told you he didn’t give a damn what you thought.

His icy lavender-brown eyes and intense eyebrows matched his sensational features, a five o’clock shadow speckled across his hollow cheeks.

Jules tried to keep it together, but it was the toughest feat of her life. She never wanted a man so much. Some people were so attractive you wondered if they knew how good-looking they were. But with the way Mitchel Scott carried himself, you best believe he knew he was the shit, and he made sure everyone else knew it too.

Jules mentioned the shows she’d worked on and how many normal people were now household names because of them.

He shrugged, sipping. “I haven’t heard of those shows. I don’t watch TV.”

“Come on.” Peppermint grinned. “Who doesn’t watch TV in this day and age?”

“Me. I haven’t watched TV since I was a teenager.”

“Well, what do you do in your spare time?” Jules asked.

“Lady, I don’t have spare time. My time goes to running this ranch and if you haven’t noticed, it’s a twenty-four-hour thing.” He finished his lemonade and slammed the glass on the mantel. “Which reminds me I gotta get back to work so if you’ll excuse me

“Wait.” Jules jumped up in front of him. “I know this seems strange and you claim you aren’t interested but—”

“I’m not interested.” He got his hat off the table and put it on. “No offense but I want nothing to do with you or your show. Now excuse me.”

Peppermint blocked him. “I don’t think you understand how big of an opportunity this is, Mr. Scott. You could be famous. You have the looks, the body, the tough-as-nails persona women love and you’re a real-life cowboy! The women will drool so badly they’ll need paddles to get off their couch after the show is over.”

“I see. So you think I’m just some mindless beefcake you’re gonna use to get you ratings, huh?”

“No.” Jules stepped in front of Peppermint. “You are more than a pretty face and you can showcase that on the show. Besides, aren’t you single? Believe it or not, many people have found their true loves on dating shows.”

He rolled his eyes.

“It’s all about the women,” Jules said. “Women drive ratings for reality shows. At least audition. Will you do that?”

“I guess your line of work depends on you being persuasive, Miss Atlas?” He scrunched his forehead. “But honestly, it’s just getting on my nerves.”

“Hey, you don’t have to be rude,” Peppermint said.

“Everyone else in this town is fawning all over you guys but not me.” He pointed to himself. “I’m not impressed by either of you and I want nothing to do with that show. This is a town built on hard work and pride and I don’t appreciate you trying to turn it into some mockery.”

“We’re not trying to do that—”

“But that’s what’s happening,” he interrupted Jules. “Since you got here, the whole town’s going crazy to be on this show. They’re acting like animals in a circus but what happens to them once it’s all over? Do you even care?”

“Course I care.” Jules stomped her feet. “But this is business.”

“To you this is business.” He pointed at her. “To me it’s my home. You make these shows where you tear someone’s world upside down, leave them damaged, then move onto another show.”

Jules groaned. “For someone who doesn’t watch TV you sure have a deep opinion on reality shows.”

“I have the Internet so you can’t escape it. Plus my aunt’s obsessed with that junk.”

Jules squeezed her hands into fists, trying to keep her temper in check. “That junk has millions of fans and you insult them when you judge every reality show the same. Yes, some are junk but not all. Some are educational and valuable.”

He laughed.

“Laugh all you want but those people on those shows make a lot of money,” Peppermint said. “And no one forces them to be on them. Many are thankful for the opportunity.”

“Well, not me. I don’t want to audition for your show, I don’t want you guys in this town and I don’t want you coming to my ranch again. You got me?” He shoved them with his shoulders as he walked past.

Jules whipped around. “You’re a fool. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Do you realize the money you could make? Don’t you wanna be rich and have more to look forward to than this ranch?”

“Get outta my house.” He tipped his hat over his eyes and stomped out the door.

Jules pointed to the door, looking at Peppermint. “You need an extra asshole because there’s one.”

“God.” Peppermint shook her head. “So much for being perfect. That man is the biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Should’ve known something was wrong with him. But damn he’s fine.”

Jules rocked, rubbing her chin. “Asshole or not he’s the ticket to making this show a hit and my ticket to scouting for feature films one day soon. Oh, no.” She chuckled. “Mitchel Scott hasn’t seen the last of me.”

They exited the house.

“But we only have a few weeks here.” Peppermint followed Jules down the porch steps. “I don’t think you’re gonna change his mind in that little time.”

As they walked to the car, Jules cast a look at Mitchel as he sorted through hay with gloved hands. He looked up at her, scoffed and continued working.

“He thinks he’s had the last word.” Jules got into the car. “But I can be very persuasive when I wanna be.” She smirked at Peppermint as she started the car. “When I get through with him, he’ll be begging to be on the show.”

Stacy-Deanne (Dee-Anne) is an award-winning author of romantic suspense, mystery, thrillers, contemporary romance, historical romance and women's fiction books. She's written Top 100 bestsellers, and her work has been praised and reviewed in USA Today numerously. She loves writing stories that focus on main characters who rarely get the spotlight such as characters with physical disabilities, mental illness, and terminal diseases.

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