Stetsons & Smexin’ with Tell – Kissin’ Tell Kickoff Off Tour
Kissin’ Tell Kick Off Hop
Do you love Lorelei James’ Rough Riders series? Have you, like me, been anxiously awaiting the release of the the next book, Kissin’ Tell? Well I’m here to, hopefully, take the edge off the wait and to start celebrating by participating in the Stetsons & Smexin’ – Kissin’ Tell Kickoff tour. This amazing tour is hosted by Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews & Under The Covers. Today you’re getting a sneak peek at Kissin’ Tell, TWO chances to win some fabulous prizes and I’m featuring an excerpt from my favorite book of the series, Cowgirls Don’t Cry.
Kissin’ Tell (Rough Riders, #13) releases June 26, 2012 and you can find it at the following retailers:
[box style="rounded" border="full"]Georgia Hotchkiss swore wild horses couldn’t drag her back to Sundance, Wyoming. So it’s ironic she’s forced to take a rodeo PR job in her former hometown—right before her ten-year class reunion. The only thing worse than facing her cheating ex-husband and his pregnant wife? Showing up to the reunion without a date. Fate smiles on her when she runs into her former classmate and current cowboy hottie Tell McKay. With his infectious smile and fun-loving ways—not to mention his banging body—he’s the perfect solution to her problem.
Tell McKay had it so bad for Hot Lips Hotchkiss during high school that he let her run roughshod over him. But he is no longer that easily manipulated boy—these days he’s earned a reputation with the ladies that lives up to the McKay last name. He agrees to escort her to the reunion with one stipulation; that Georgia proves she has left behind the goody-goody cheerleader of the past—by sharing his bed.
Their sexual chemistry flashes so bright, they barely notice that the reunion has come and gone, and now they’re tangled up in another dreaded “R” word—relationship. But if Tell wants to get the girl this go-around, he’ll have to come up with a whole new set of knots to tie up her heartstrings.
Warning: Contains a sweet talkin’ wild cowboy with a wagon load of crazy-hot sex fantasies and the mad bedroom skills to back up his claims.[/box]
Kissin’ Tell Excerpt
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Tell McKay had a boner.
In history class.
At least it hadn’t happened in math, where he’d have to stand at the board to solve a problem and then everyone could see…his problem.
His cheeks burned imagining how much that would suck.
He shifted in his seat and blamed his situation on the distraction seated in front of him.
The oh-so-hot, oh-so-out-of-his-league, sweet, sexy and amazingly perfect class beauty, Georgia Hotchkiss.
Yeah, Georgia was always on his mind.
She was something else. A petite powerhouse. The ultimate diversion. Those damn short, damn tight cheerleading skirts that showcased her athletic body. If he angled his head to the side, he caught a glimpse of her muscular thigh instead of the back of her head. Not that the view was bad. Her hair was as black and shiny as a crow’s wing in the sun. Add in her china white skin, full ruby lips and Georgia could be a modern day Snow White.
You’re a real poet, McKay. More like a fuckin’ pervert. Think about something else.
Startled by the husky rasp of his name, he glanced up from his notebook, right into pale, icy blue eyes that made him stammer like a fool. “W-what?”
“Did you do the homework assignment?”
Be cool. Do not imagine Hot Lips Hotchkiss whispering that in your ear. “Yep.”
Her mouth curved into a smile. He wondered if the gloss glistening on her lips was flavored. Would it taste like bubblegum? Peaches? Ripe black cherries?
“Thank God. Can I copy it?”
Tell managed to rip his focus from her plump lips. Before he could speak, she cranked the charm on high.
“Please? You let me do it before. And I didn’t have time because I was…”
Sucking face with your asshole boyfriend?
Cowgirls Don’t Cry (Rough Riders, #10)
[box style="rounded" border="full"]Good girls can play rough too…
Jessie McKay has accepted her marriage to Luke McKay wasn’t perfect. After two years of widowhood, she’s ready to kick up her boot heels—until Luke’s younger brother shows up to spoil her fun. But if Brandt thinks she’ll ever take orders from another McKay male, he’s got manure for brains.
Brandt McKay has avoided his sweet, sexy sister-in-law ever since the night he confessed his feelings for her weren’t the brotherly type. Unexpectedly faced with proof of Luke’s infidelity, Brandt is forced to ask for Jessie’s help in taking care of Luke’s young son. Jessie agrees on one condition—she wants Brandt’s boots exclusively under her bed for the duration.
The sexual heat that’s always simmered between them ignites. Brandt is determined to make the temporary situation permanent, proving to Jessie he’s a one-woman man. And Jessie is shaken by feelings she’s sworn never to have again for any man…especially not a McKay.
Warning: Contains branding-iron-hot sex , the one McKay on earth who wants to be tamed, and a woman who’s decided tame is for nice girls who finish last.[/box]
Cowgirls Don’t Cry excerpt
[toggle title_open="Cowgirls Don't Cry excerpt" title_closed="Click for an excerpt of Cowgirls Don't Cry" hide="yes" border="yes" style="default" excerpt_length="0" read_more_text="Read More" read_less_text="Read Less" include_excerpt_html="no"]Friday afternoon Brandt came into Sky Blue daycare to pick Landon up for the weekend. They’d already loaded Landon’s paltry amount of stuff in Brandt’s truck before they started their respective workdays, so the kid handoff was all that remained.
“Is there anything else?”
She snagged the last bottle out of the fridge and jammed it in the diaper bag. “No. That’s it.”
“We’ll get outta your hair then.” He hefted Landon onto his hip and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder.
“What are your plans?” she asked. How was it that Brandt looked masculine even carrying a quilted diaper bag printed with yellow duckies?
“Nothin’ big. Dalton suggested we test Landon’s rodeo skills on the back of a bull first thing in the morning. Tell thinks Landon is built more like a saddle bronc rider. While I’m leanin’ toward blowin’ off all them rough stock events and teachin’ him bulldoggin’. Naturally the afternoon will be devoted to getting Landon used to his very own dirt bike.”
Jessie laughed. “I’ll bet Landon would look cute in teeny tiny chaps and a little hat.” She reached down and snapped the bottom button on Landon’s coat. “Tell and Dalton are spending the night?”
“Yeah. Chores don’t stop because it’s the weekend. Thought we’d do the minimum tomorrow and take Landon with us.”
“Sounds like you guys will have fun.”
“What are your weekend plans?”
“Depends on the weather. Might work the horses. I’ll probably just stay home.” Like usual. She used to go out with Keely at least one Saturday night of the month, but after Keely and Jack got engaged, Cowgirls’ Night Out stopped.
“If you get bored or need anything, or just wanna hang out with us guys, call me, or just show up, okay?”
Brandt was so damn sweet. She couldn’t help reaching out and running her hand up his arm to let him know she appreciated his offer. “Okay.”
How did Brandt respond to her show of affection? By brushing his lips over her cheek. “See you Sunday night, Jess.”
About thirty seconds after Brandt exited the main door, Simone barreled into the empty daycare room. “Omigod. How did I miss cowboy hottie again?”
“Gotta be quicker.”
All five feet eleven inches of Simone perched on a mini plastic chair. Long arms and longer legs akimbo, she resembled a praying mantis about to strike. “So, is cowboy hottie quick on the trigger too?”
Jessie rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t know.” But it wasn’t like she hadn’t been thinking about it. Nonstop. In vivid detail.
“I hate it when you get all quiet and introspective. We need to go out and get you loud and rowdy. Get you riled up, dishing on the slim pickins on men around here.” Simone held up her hand when Jessie started to decline. “No arguing, no excuse. Because I saw cowboy hottie sneak out with the young’un.”
“The cowboy hottie has a name,” Jessie retorted. She faced the wall, wiping off the letters from the white board.
“Oh. So you’re not denying he’s hot?”
“Hell no. I’ve got eyes. Brandt is unbelievably hot. That body…” Jessie whistled and winked over her shoulder. “World class, my friend.”
“How do you know?” Simone asked with a lifted brow. “Has he been running around your place buck-assed naked?”
“No. But last summer? I saw him wearing a pair of board shorts and a really great tan.”
Since Simone had started at Sky Blue six months ago, she wasn’t aware of Jessie’s history with the McKays, Brandt in particular. Which hadn’t been all bad, because Simone saw her as Jessie, her work pal, her sometime barhopping buddy. Not as that-poor-young-widow-Jessie-and-isn’t-it-a-shame-her-husband-ran-around-on-her-all-the-time phrase the locals used to describe her. She shuddered to think what other description had been added since Landon’s appearance.
“That’s it? No shirt?”
“No shirt. And if you think he’s drool-worthy in Wranglers? You oughta see that perfect butt and those muscled legs in the flesh. Not to mention how awesomely buff his chest is. Totally lickable. I’ve known him for four years and I had no idea the man had pipes like that.” This was the fun part hanging with Simone; she could say whatever popped into her head and Simone didn’t judge her for it. Simone didn’t consider Jessie too sweet or too innocent looking to have such lewd thoughts or call bullshit on Jessie’s opinion.
Not that what she’d just said about Brandt McKay’s slamming body was bullshit. It was all too real and all too close.
“I oughta slap some sense into you, Jessie girl.”
“Because to hear you talk about cowboy hottie, you’ve been paying very close attention to him a lot longer than you’ll admit to. Which means you want him.”
Duh. But she couldn’t have him.
Because I fear he’s a package deal and he wants more than I’m willing to give him.
Two raps sounded on the door. She and Simone whirled around to see…Brandt McKay lounging in the doorway.
Holy freakin’ crap. Had he heard their raunchy girl talk, with him starring front and center?
“Hey, cowboy hottie. We were just talking about—ow! Jessie, what the hell?”
She’d pelted Simone with a marker to shut her up. “Sorry. It must’ve slipped.” She ignored the wash of humiliation and focused on cowboy hottie. Dammit. Now Simone even had her calling him that. “Brandt. I thought you left?”
“So I gathered,” he said dryly.
So he had heard them. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’. I realized I forgot Landon’s snow boots.”
“Oh. They’re in his cubby. I’ll grab them.”
“I know where his cubby is.” He crouched and pulled the boots from the bottom shelf. “I figured he might get a little muddy this weekend.”
“With all that rodeoin’ and wild McKay man time.”
He stared at her quizzically, which made her curious about which part of the conversation he’d overheard.
“What?” she asked, a little testily.
“Just wondering where you ladies were headed to tonight?”
Simone shrugged. “Wherever, whenever and whatever.”
“Which is Simone’s way of telling you she doesn’t have a freakin’ clue what we’re doing.”
“Well, wherever you end up, if you have a little too much liquid fun and need a ride, just call. I’d be happy to pick you up and take you home.”
She knew Brandt meant both of them, but he didn’t look at Simone even once. “Thanks, but—”
“We’ll keep it in mind,” Simone inserted smoothly. “It’s always good to have a man on standby.”
Brandt’s intense gaze never strayed from hers. “That’s something I’m very familiar with, isn’t it, Jessie? Bein’ on standby.”
Her mouth became desert dry and her tongue useless.
“Later, ladies.” And he was gone.[/toggle]
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About the Author, Lorelei James
When I’m not squirreled away behind my laptop writing fun, sexy, contemporary erotic romances set in the modern day Wild West, I can be found reading everything under the sun, practicing yoga until I’m a pretzel, shootin’ my .22, watching the Professional Bull Riders tour on Versus, and running a kid’s taxi service, all in the guise of avoiding housework and rustlin’ up vittles.
Why do I have a particular fondness for all things western? Well, I’m a fourth generation South Dakotan, living in the Black Hills, which is chock-full of interesting characters, including cowboys, Indians, ranchers, and bikers. The geographical diversity of the surrounding area showcases mountains, plains, and badlands. Living in and writing about rural settings gives me a unique perspective, especially since I’m not writing historical westerns. Through my fictional world, I can show the ideals and the cowboy way of life are still very much alive.