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Welcome to a week of celebrating Valentine’s Day with some romantic glimpses at characters you know and love. Aside from the sweet and/or sexy snippets, make sure to stop along the way to enter the various giveaways! (Full schedule HERE)


With the release of ALL I AM this month, I wanted to hang out in my Farmers’ Market world a little bit. In ALL I HAVE, Mia and Dell fell in love as rivals at the farmers’ market. In ALL I AM, readers get a glimpse of Mia and Dell’s wedding, and in ALL I WANT, which will be coming out in September, readers will get to see Mia and Dell and their ever-growing family.

So, it felt right to show a little glimpse into the first step to that over-growing family part. (Okay, maybe not FIRST step. This is completely SFW ;))


Mia Wainwright pulled her truck to a stop outside of the little cabin that had become home. Pruitt  Morning Sun Farms, at least part of it, stretched out around the cabin under a light winter snow.

The sun was setting to the West, one of those riotous winter sunsets. Vibrant orange and pink slashed across the horizon. It was the kind of sight that reminded her that every season had its function, and she loved them each for different reasons.

She liked the hush and still of winter. Considering they kept winter crops, and high tunnels to keep the CSA going through the winter, it wasn’t exactly an off-season. But she liked that it wasn’t quite as busy as the spring and summer. She liked that there were days to rest, and days to bask. Today was going to be a basking day.

Valentine’s Day was a little cheesy. And neither her nor Dell were very cheesy. But she couldn’t resist. Not when this was something that she always wanted to remember.

She hopped out of her truck, not wanting to bask alone when she could bask with Dell.

She hurried up the crooked stone walkway and smiled remembering the first time she had walked up it. Back when her husband was her enemy, and she been about to give him a piece of her mind.

There were still many occasions when she gave the man a piece of her mind, but these days they got to end any and all arguments with really, really great sex.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Sorry I’m late,” she called into the cozy interior. “Cara made me try approximately thirty-five different kind of pie filling. She is being the largest Bridezilla I’ve ever…” Mia trailed off at the site of flowers. Not just one bouquet, but little ones…everywhere.

Tiny vases lined the mantle. Every end table and the dining room table had a scattering of equally tiny vases and equally tiny bouquets. Dell could be sweet, and it wasn’t the first time he’d bought her flowers, but this was… Well, this was downright swoony romantic.

She was already a little teary thinking about everything, but this? This nearly pushed her over the edge. And she really didn’t want to cry. Not yet. “I hope you didn’t blow the entire tractor savings on these…” She trailed off, still not catching sight of her husband. “…beautiful, amazing flowers,” she murmured, touching the soft petal of one.

She moved into the kitchen and Dell was standing there frowning into the oven. She stood at the opening to the kitchen and admired her far too handsome husband.

He hadn’t shaved in a few days and the golden glint of his blonde whiskers gave that hard, square jaw appealing stubble. His shoulders and gloriously muscled arms were well showcased in a black T-shirt.

She knew he was trying to be romantic because, aside from the flowers of course, he had the T-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. His nicest pair, the ones that didn’t have holes or grass stains.

She sighed happily, her heart turning over in one slow, delicious roll. Because he was hers. Hers to have and to hold—hers to run her fingers over his abs later. After she told him.

“Well, I ruined dinner,” he offered, still scowling at the oven. “I’m pretty sure it’s smoking.”

“Then let me suggest pulling it out. Why on earth are you trying to cook?”

He looked over at her, smiling as those sparkling green eyes took her in. Like he could devour her in one bite, and she’d never, ever get tired of that particular smile.

“I am partaking in the romance of Valentine’s Day, my sweet wife.”

“Are you ill? Did you fall and hit your head? Do you have amnesia?”

“Ah, my little comedienne. Last time I checked I did not reside in a soap opera.” He pulled the smoking—because, yes, it was actually smoking—roast out of the oven. They both frowned quizzically at it.

“How long did you leave it in there?”

“Apparently long. Good thing I thought to have a backup.” He moved to the fridge, giving her an absent kiss on the forehead.

It was things like that, when she was feeling particularly sappy, that really got to her. The casual, absent to sort of natural displays of affection that he gave so easily.

It was scary to love someone this much. And to be this happy with it. Because every time they had a fight, it tore her up inside. Every time she thought of losing him, because she had enough of her mother’s anxiety in her for those thoughts to crop up, it ate her soul. Love, deep, abiding love was certainly hard, and marriage was hard work. A constant challenge to meld her life with someone else’s, to communicate needs and hurts.

But she tried to remember in these moments that it was worth it. Any anger or hurt or fear was always worth it, because there were moments like this. Because he was hers. And because they had a future. No matter what challenges lie ahead, weather ones, livestock ones, emotional ones, or physical ones, they would find a way to come together and face them.

That belief, that certainty, that was love.

Dell pulled a pan of lasagna out of the fridge with a silly flourish. “We can thank my mother later.”

Mia put a hand to her suddenly roiling stomach. “Ugh, Cara’s pie barrage is hitting me a little hard.”

Dell looked at her quizzically, she supposed because they had been trying for a while. Enough of a while that it was starting to be a little bit of a concern that she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. And he was very aware of the cycle, that she would be close to test taking time.

But he didn’t know she’d taken a test this morning, because he’d been out delivering the CSA coolers when she’d woken up, and then she’d been over at Cara and Wes’s for wedding planning by the time he’d gotten home.

“So, um… I took a test this morning,” she offered, feeling oddly…nervous. Why, she didn’t know. They’d been hoping for this, talking about alternatives if it didn’t happen, and yet…everything inside of her jittered and jumped.

He was still holding the lasagna in front of him, and it was such a funny picture she wanted to laugh. She was going to cry. She was ecstatic and scared. She was everything, and she hadn’t even totally told him yet.

“You did?”

“Can you put down the lasagna, please?”

Slowly, he turned toward the counter and placed the pan carefully onto the counter. But he didn’t say anything, and that only made her nerves hum tighter.

“Did you know…somehow? All this…?”

“I just figured that it was Valentine’s Day, and I know it’s been a little hard on you so… Meaning, I love you no matter what. And I wanted today to feel special. I’m not always…great about that, and I know you like all the mushy—” He stepped toward her, scowling. “No way, sugar. You better not start crying, that isn’t allowed.”

She sniffled. “But that was so sweet and—

“Okay, romance over until you stop crying. No more sweet things.” But he said it with his mouth upturned, his rough, calloused hands wiping the tears off her cheeks.

“Don’t stop. Our baby will need sweet words too.”

His brown eyes met hers, and she saw everything she felt reflected there. Love and fear. Excitement and hope. A hint of terror. This new undertaking they were handling together. A new life. And so many things could go wrong, and so very many things to go right.

“I love you,” he said, his voice a strained thing, his hands still on her cheeks. Until one dropped and drifted to her stomach. “I can’t believe there’s a baby growing in here.”

“Something that we made,” she returned, her voice shaky, but the hand that closed over his, over her stomach and the little tiny spark of life inside.

“We’ve made a lot of things together.” His gaze returned to hers, his smile growing so that the little laugh lines dug next to his eyes. “We’ve grown a lot of things together.”

“And aren’t we lucky?” she asked, her voice thick with tears. Happy, happy tears.

“The luckiest, sugar.”

“Well, aren’t you going to kiss me?” she demanded, sniffling against another round of tears.

“When I can move face again. Right now I’m stuck in shock and fear.”

She grazed her hand against his jaw, knowing he’d nuzzle against it like he always did. Her Naked Farmer, so kind and generous, so dedicated and loyal. Such a wonderful, amazing man she’d married. “You’re going to be an amazing daddy.”

“Daddy. Jesus H.” But with a shaky laugh he finally pulled her to him, holding her close, rubbing a hand down her back and kissing her head. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there, wasn’t sure she ever wanted to move.

But… “What are you thinking?” she whispered into his chest.

“I’m just hoping that they have my teeth.”

She gave him a push on a shocked laugh. “That is not what you’re thinking about.”

“The cost of braces, retainers into adulthood. I mean these are important things to think about, Mia.”

“What are you really thinking?” she asked, earnestly. Seriously. And everything about him softened.

“Just that I hope… I’m kind of just overpowered by how much I hope.” She could tell he was struggling with composure, which poked at her own. He wasn’t a man given to emotional responses, but this was… So much. A family to grow, to nurture. Things they were good at.

But there were other things they were good at. Very good at. And she wanted that over fear and shock right now.

“Why don’t you put the lasagna back in the fridge, and we can go really celebrate.”

“Really celebrate? I don’t think you’re supposed to have liquor when you’re pregnant.”

“No, not that.” She took his hand and led him into the bedroom, watching as his grin spread wide.

“My insatiable wife.” He scooped her small frame into his arms easily, but he deposited her gently on the bed. So, overly gently, everything about him…soft. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mia.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she returned. “Now, show me what the Naked Farmer is made of.”

And that’s just what he did.


The next stop on the hop is Julia Kelly! Be sure to comment on each story to be eligible for the massive giveaway at the end. Thanks for joining us for #ValentinesRewind! ♥

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All I Am Release Day!



Buy Links:

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It’s finally here! I’m sure I’ve gone on and on enough about how much went into getting this book to come out. That I originally finished this book almost two years ago to the day, that it had been done and edited and finished and ready to come out Dec. 2014, and then HarlequinE ended and I was so lucky to be able to move this series over to Superromance, but it meant adding another 20,000 words and waiting another year plus to have the book come out. I guess it makes sense that Wes, my biggest mess of a hero, had to go through the gauntlet of publishing challenges.

But he’s HERE! NOW! And I’m so excited to hear what you guys think of Cara’s unconventional hero, and Cara’s journey herself. You’ll also get to check in with Mia and Dell, because of course I couldn’t resist giving them some page time.

I can also tell you that Charlie (Dell’s brother) will be book three, titled All I Want, which will come out in September!

I hope you’ll fall in love at the farmers’ market! 😉


It’s the OFFICIAL release day of REBEL COWBOY, though it seems RC has been popping up on Barnes and Noble shelves all last week.


Buy Links:

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REBEL COWBOY also received a great review from Publishers Weekly that still makes me grin.

Review Rebel Cowboy

Dan and Mel are just the start of my Big Sky Cowboys series, and subscribers to my newsletter will get a sneak peek at Caleb’s story, OUTLAW COWBOY, in the coming months.

You can find an excerpt here!

Happy reading!

HUGE Harlequin Sale!

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Harlequin is having a HUGE sale to celebrate their ten years of e-books. 10,000 ebooks, on all of the big e-tailer platforms, 1.99 for a whole week!

I’m excited as an author who has books on sale AND as a reader who gets to load up my ereader with some of my favorite Harlequin authors!

What are

Three of my four available Superromances are on sale! Too Close to Resist, Too Friendly to Date, and All I Have. If you haven’t picked these up, now is a great time!

I’m also a big Harlequin reader. If you love the down-to-earth realism of Superromance there are TONS of Sarah Mayberry titles on sale and you literally cannot go wrong. Sarah’s books were the ones that turned me on to reading and writing Superromances.

Looking for something more high fantasy and super angsty? I have totally been sucked into the world of Presents by Maisey Yates and Caitlin Crews, who each have 20+ books on sale. Caitlin’s Protecting the Desert Heir and Maisey’s To Defy A Sheikh are FANTASTIC places to start.

The best part of the sale is that it’s across all lines which means there is absolutely a book for ANYone.

Happy clicking!

Keep Me, Cowboy is Out!


Buy Links: [Amazon] [kobo] [iBooks] (BN will be coming shortly)

Keep Me, Cowboy my novella contribution to the Montana Born Rodeo continuity is now available! I love writing about reunited lovers, what changed in their lives (or what they’re willing to change) to make love work a second time around.



The Copper Mountain Rodeo has returned to Marietta and cowboy reputations aren’t the only thing at stake…

Rodeo cowboy Cole McArthur has spent the last ten years running from Marietta, Montana, from his father’s expectations, and from the only woman he’s ever loved. But now his past is at his front door, begging for his help.

Jess Clark doesn’t want to face the only man who’s ever claimed enough of her heart to break it, but her foster family needs their prodigal son home, and she owes them too much to not make that happen. Seeing Cole for the first time in a decade unlocks the kind of desire she’s only ever felt for him, and never acted on with anyone.

Back in Marietta facing family betrayal and family secrets, heat explodes between them, and feelings buried long ago rise to the surface. But can Jess convince this wandering cowboy that his home is with her?

I hope you enjoy Jess and Cole’s story!

All I Have is OUT (again)!

It’s re-release day for All I Have, this time with 20,000 extra words!


I’m so proud of ALL versions of this book, and excited to share it with brand new readers and maybe even some of you who want to read both versions. 🙂

Buy Links:

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(please note: print editions are only available through

You can read Chapters 1-3 for FREE:


“Like, getting used to this new set

More information about this book and the Farmers’ Market Story Series:


A Fun Look at the Millertown Farmers’ Market:


I hope you all enjoy Mia and Dell (again).

Like losing a part of yourself. Yes,

All I Have: Battle of the Sexes Excerpt

Dell glanced at Mia’s booth. She was smiling at some guy in a chef’s coat. A chef’s coat. Where did the guy think he was, on one of those cooking-competition shows?


“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready. Whenever she is.” He didn’t care for the jealousy burning in his gut, but that didn’t make it go away. Maybe he’d channel it and kick her nice little ass in this stupid battle.

“You’re so screwed,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “Whatever you do, don’t beat her too badly. You’ll never have another female customer again.”

“Whatever. Watch the booth.” He followed Val to a truck full of hay bales.

“Help me up, honey?”

Dell helped Val up into the bed of the truck, where she pulled out a megaphone and began announcing the battle-of-the-sexes competition.

“Last week we had a push-up tie. This week, we wanted to see these two flex their farm muscles. They each have ten bales of hay. Whoever loads their ten bales into the appropriate truck in the parking lot first wins this week’s battle of the sexes.”

Mia pulled a pair of gloves out of her back pocket. “You know this isn’t fair, right?” Though she didn’t seem too bent out of shape about it. He liked that about her, and he tried to smile back, but the chef guy was standing by the Pruitt stand…watching.

“Don’t you think men and women are equals, sugar?”

Her eyes narrowed. “If you recall, I told you not to call me that.”

This time Dell grinned. Val stepped between them before he could offer another comment to get her back up. Val told them which truck to put their bales in, then made a big show about placing them on opposite sides of the full truck bed.

A crowd had indeed gathered, but Dell couldn’t take his focus off the stupid white chef coat. Asshole. Surely Mia was smarter than to be impressed by that, except the whole no-experience thing and the awkward-high-school-reputation thing.

Dell bit back a curse.

Val announced the event one more time into the bullhorn and then gave them an “On your marks, get set, go!”

Dell focused on the task at hand. It was no easy feat moving the bales. It didn’t just require strength, but dexterity in maneuvering an awkward square of hay around cars and people.

His muscles were screaming and his breath coming in quick spurts when he hefted the last bale into the truck bed. He looked around for Mia. She was scowling a few yards behind him.

He’d won. Ha. Of course, that might not equal customers. Shit. Dell trudged back to the start of the race and sank onto the ground, wiping his forehead with his arm. Jesus, he was spent.

A few minutes later, Mia collapsed next to him and Val declared him the winner.

“I’m going to kick your ass next week,” she huffed. The guy in the chef coat waved as he walked to his hybrid car.

A hybrid.

Mia waved in return, and the jealous burn was back. “Bet your chef friend can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Mia’s eyebrows drew together, but after a few seconds she laughed between huffed breaths. “He’s the chef at Edibles. I’m a supplier. He was on his way to work and wanted to make sure his produce was going to be okay after the storm.” She stood and bent over, giving him an ample peek down her shirt. She patted his cheek. “But you don’t know what a confidence booster a little jealousy is.”

Then Mia sauntered back to the Pruitt booth as if she was something special.

Damn it, he was beginning to think she really was.

Bride by Mistake is Here!


Happy Monday! Happy Bride by Mistake release day! I’m so excited for my first Tule Novella to make it out into the world, and have loved seeing so many positive reviews roll in over the past week.

Short, sweet and told in a leisurely

I had so much fun writing Beckett and Kaitlin’s stumble into love and family. You know me, I love the banter, and writing two people who hide behind their sarcastic comments had me smiling from ear to ear.


Want to learn more about BRIDE BY MISTAKE? Click here! (Book description, buy links, excerpts, etc!)


Don’t forget to come by the Facebook Bridal Shower for ALL the 2015 Montana Born Brides novellas! There will be fun chats and prizes. I will be there from 4-4:30 pm (central time). Hope to see you there!




All people signed up for my newsletter prior to May 24th will be entered for a chance to win a print copy of both Flight Risk and Flight Delay. Winner will be announced in the May 24th newsletter. Sign up here!

Newsletter Stuffs!

One of the things I really like doing in my newsletter is offering some free content along with the monthly updates on what’s coming next. Thus far, it’s been kind of willy nilly, but I’ve decided on a schedule for the free reads for the remainder of the year.

April- September

HOME BREW-3This serialized short will take place at the Millertown Farmers’ Market, will give you a glimpse of Mia and Dell’s (All I Have) Battle of the Sexes from an outsiders point of view. (Don’t worry–no spoilers!) It will also feature its own little romance.

October-January 2016

Blue Valley, Montana

This serialized short will introduce Blue Valley, Montana, the setting for my 2016 cowboy series. Much like the Farmers’ Market short, this will give a glimpse into the setting, and the characters who will make up the series, while featuring a small, satisfying romance of its own. Book One, REBEL COWBOY, will release January 5th, 2016.

If you haven’t already, you can subscribe to my newsletter by clicking here! It goes out the 24th of every month, and will (for the rest of the year) always include a short piece of new content, plus information on releases, sales, etc.

Happy Reading!

Montana Born Brides 2015: Cover Reveal

I’m so excited to be a part of Tule Publishing’s Montana Born Brides continuity this spring! My novella, Bride by Mistake, is sandwiched between some fantastic books, and look at these gorgeous covers!

Bride by Mistake will release May 18th, and I’ll update its page with preorder links as they come available.

The preorder for The Fairy Tale Bride by Scarlet Wilson is already up HERE! And the remaining books will follow in the next few weeks.

You can also learn more about each book at each author’s website:

Scarlet Wilson (May 4th)

Dani Collins (May 11th)

Maisey Yates (May 25th)

Rachael Johns (June 1st)

Kat Latham (June 8th)


While all the books are linked by people working as vendors for the nightmare celebrity wedding that hits Marietta, Bride by Mistake and Finally His Bride by Maisey Yates also share some overlapping characters/storylines. My heroine and Maisey’s hero are sister and brother, and my hero is Maisey’s hero’s best friend and business partner–or at least he was. It’s possible Maisey and I enjoyed making our heroes punch each other. 🙂

I don’t have an official blurb yet for Bride by Mistake, but here’s the UNOFFICIAL:

Wedding fever has hit the town of Marietta…and her groom is marrying someone else!

Kaitlin Shuller is having the worst day ever. The man of her dreams is making vows to another woman. Her heart is broken, and all her carefully laid plans destroyed. Enter Beckett Larson, her older brother’s best friend and a very good bad decision.

Beckett has spent his life trying to outrun his bad reputation, but everyone already thinks the worst of him, so when Kaitlin offers herself to him–virginity and all–he just can’t say no.

But one night together has permanent consequences, and this time Beckett knows he can’t run. He’s determined to make Kaitlin his bride…even if he has to seduce her down the aisle.

And an excerpt!

Chapter One

“It looks beautiful, Kaitlin. You’ve outdone yourself.”

Kaitlin Shuller blinked back tears while forcing herself to smile. “Thank you,” she croaked. She had been managing not to cry in front of him for weeks now, why should the actual day be any different?

But he was in his suit, and she was in her dress.

The man she had loved since the third grade, standing in a tuxedo, surrounded by altar flowers she’d put together herself. Beautiful white hydrangeas, unfurling white lilies, the deep green of the filler twirled and pinned artfully—if she did say so herself. Subtle and rustic burlap accent to the giant urn.

It was country chic perfection, no floral detail left ignored. The church looked and smelled like a magazine spread and high-end greenhouse brought to life.

All for her sister’s wedding to Carter.

Kaitlin had been so certain she’d come to terms with this, but right here, right now, there were no terms. Only pain.

She’d built her life around him. Since she’d been ten, Carter Finley McArthur had been meant for her. She’d been sure of it. Planned everything in her life with the utmost confidence it would be suitable for a McArthur, suitable for the future doctor, suitable for all the good they would do. Together.

The stability and assurance of the McArthur name was supposed to be hers. Instead, Sierra was marrying him.

He pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket. “I came stocked,” he said with a charming smile. “I hear these things bring out tears in everyone, though I never thought you’d be the first victim.”

She stared at the square of cloth, only then realizing a tear had escaped. She never cried. Except at funerals and the occasional sad movie.

Kaitlin had never been known for being a sap. Driven. Determined. Organized. Charitable, when pushed, but never emotional. But she took the handkerchief because it was expected of her.

She had made a life out of discerning what people wanted from her and going after it wholeheartedly. She’d gone to school for accounting to suit her father, fell into floral design because it would please her mother. She’d done the flowers for Sierra and Carter’s wedding because it would make everyone she loved happy.

Except me.

She grasped Carter’s handkerchief, emotions she’d been banking down for six months swirling around her.

It should be me.

All Sierra had done since the day she’d been old enough to walk was cause trouble and follow the beat of her own internal drum. Sierra never cared about grades. She’d skipped school, missed homework assignments, failed tests. Sierra had been caught with beer in the ninth grade. She’d smoked all manner of things, and Sierra had definitely had lots and lots of sex.

Kaitlin had touched none of those things, all so sure she’d be rewarded for it.

She was no longer anywhere near sure.

“You’ve been such a great friend to us,” Carter said with an affectionate pat of the shoulder. Bare because her sister had picked the bridesmaid dresses. Kaitlin would much prefer to be in a nun’s habit. Anything to keep his palm off her shoulder.

Skin to skin.

“I don’t know how you managed to pack it all in,” he went on and on. She had no idea what to say to make him go away, and even if she had figured out some combination of words, no doubt she would have only squeaked.

This was it. End of the road. No terrible hope that Carter saw the error of his ways without hurting Sierra too too much.

They were getting married. He was going to be her brother-in-law. The man that had been a part of every sexual fantasy she’d ever woven. The man she’d idiotically, steadfastly saved herself for.

She caught a flash of a dark head at the back of the church, and when she recognized the face she couldn’t stop a grimace.

Okay, there was one other man who had starred in her sexual fantasies, but only her subconscious ones. Where she had no control. While real-life Kaitlin wanted the sturdy, charitable, Doctor Without Borders, her subconscious had a thing for ugh.

Regardless of her feelings for Beckett Larson, conscious or subconscious, he was her one and only escape. So, she’d take it.