Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

New Cover - HOT OFF THE RED CARPET!

I got my cover for HOT OFF THE RED CARPET, my upcoming release from Blushing Books!  Korey Mae Johnson is the artist! Love it!





Addison Mattingly has spent her life living in her twin sister’s shadow, so when her sister blows off a chance to be actor Trevor Braden’s personal assistant, Addison decides it’s time to step into the spotlight.
 
Pretending to be her twin, Addison goes to LA to take the job. Trevor is even hunkier and more gorgeous in person than he is on film, and it’s all Addison can do not to give into her inner fan girl.
 
That fascination makes a difficult job even harder, and soon she’s making one mistake after another. That’s when Addison learns Trevor has a unique way of getting her to focus on her job—he puts her over his knee and spanks her!

Read and Excerpt!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksHotOffTheRedCarpet.html


Coming soon from Blushing Books!

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - NFL Replacement Refs!



Thirteen Calls the NFL Replacement Refs Need My Help With!

If you don't watch football, you might not know that the NFL and the regular referees are having a contract dispute (not much of a dispute - refs wanted more money, owners said "No!" and threw them out), and now the NFL is using "replacement" refs (euphamism for, "hey you, want to wear a cool, striped shirt, and get paid for it?") who seem to be having a little probably with the intracasies of the NFL game - either that or they don't know the rules of the game from a hole in the ground! So here are a few tips that might help them out:

1. Holding - Those two lineman out there aren't supposed to be hugging or dancing with each other. They aren't married and they ain't best of bros, ref! In the words of one defensive lineman - "I haven't been held that much since I was a baby!" Throw the hanky, ref - or tell them to get a room!

2. Hit on a Defenseless Player - The NFL is supposed to be a kinder, gentler game now. Concussions are Bad. So imagine my confusion as I watched the replacement ref throw a flag when a defense player gently "helped" an offensive player out of bounds (please!), but ignore when an offensive player took out a linebacker with a blatant blindside shot.  Here my tip ref - if you can't figure out which hit you should thown the hanky on, just go with the one that resulted in a player laying unconcious on the field.  Come on, man!

3. Unneccessary Roughness - All I can say on this - I watched a quarterback get tackled by his package - that has got to be unneccessary roughness, right?

4. Roughing the Passer - I admit that this one is tough on the regular refs, but with the replacement refs, you're more likely to see a flag for a phantom hit that never happened than for the real hit that almost takes the quarterback's head off.  You don't have to be perfect, just be consistent!

5. Pass Interference - This one leaves me cringing every time the ball it thrown.  Is the corner allowed to climb inside the receiver's uniform with him?  Apparently so because I'm seeing it every game.  At least that's better than the dreaded phantom interference call - when the corner never touches the receiver, and still gets flagged!

6. Illegal Use of Hands - Tip - if the defenseive lineman's helmet comes flying off, it's a good chance  the offensive lineman was helping.  And he wasn't doing it so they could kiss - might want to watch for that.

7. Illegal Contact - Okay, a corner or safety is allowed to "contact" the receiver within the first five yards.  But giving him an all-over body massage?  That might be a bit much, don't you think?

8. Blow the Whistle -  It's simple.  When the play is over, blow the whistle.  Because here's a clue.  NFL players are a bit Pavlovian.  Whistle once, they go nuts.  Whistle again, and they stop!  It's like magic.  If you forget to blow the whistle, someone will keep going until they rip someone's head off.

9. Stop the Fights Before They Start -  NFL players tend to be a violent bunch.  You refs better get a handle on the players from the first play.  It's always easier to lighten up than tighten up!  When there are about a dozen 300lb guys rolling around fighting, it's a little late to try and get things under control.

10.  Was it a Penalty or Not? - Don't pick up the flag you just threw because you're tired of the coach over there on the sideline yelling at you!  If you're right, you're right!  If you're wrong, you shouldn't have thrown the flag in the first place.

11.  Replay Isn't There to Correct Your Mistakes -  Everyone knows you're hoping the coach will call for a review to fix your mistake. Shame on you!

12.  Games are Already Long Enough - Well, to the fans, not really. Unless it's a night game and our team is playing and we have to stay up to watch it! But for the players, most definitely.  Every time you have to stand around in a Zebra Huddle, asking each other what the rule is - remember, we have to get up at 5:15 in the morning! Get the call right - sooner rather later.

13.  False Start - The easiest play in football to get right. If the 300lb guy moves first, he's wrong!  If you say you didn't see a 300lb guy move - you need glasses or something!


*hugs*
Paige







Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Romance Authors Should Have Sponsors!



You know how athletes have sponsors? Well, I was thinking it'd be cool if romance authors had them, too!

I mean, think about it. We could have sponsors that sell things related to writing and reading, like laptops and eReaders. And for those of us who write erotic romance and erotica, we could have sponsors who sell lots of naughty things, like sex toys, bdsm gear and condoms!

What do ya think?

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

He'd be so perfect for a figure drawing class, don'tcha think?!






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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Excerpts from RIDE OF HER LIFE!


Thirteen Hot Excerpts from RIDE OF HER LIFE, Book One in THE BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

1.

Daisy sighed as she leaned back against the bar and waited for her beer. Dang. Narrowing down the field tonight was going to be even harder than she thought. This place was packed to the rafters with serious cowboy beef. Half the fun of being a professional rodeo rider was all the hot cowboys she got to work with. Nothing finer
than a man who knew how to ride.


2.

The warm, sexy voice in her ear made Daisy’s breath hitch. She turned to find Sawyer Jones standing there, a bottle of beer in each hand. Tall with dark blonde hair long enough to brush the collar of his shirt, scruff on his jaw and amazing blue eyes, he was one of the best bareback bronc riders on the circuit. And standing right behind him was Beau Monroe, another bronc rider. He didn't ride in as many events as Sawyer, but when Beau rode, he rode well. And with silky, black hair, a chiseled jaw and eyes the color of deep, dark chocolate, he was handsome as sin.


3.

It wasn't a given she'd be bedding either of them yet. While they were both smokin’ hot, she didn’t know if they had the one thing in particular she looked for in a man the ability to carry on a conversation. And she didn't mean about the weather.

She liked a guy who could talk dirty to her.

She wasn't referring to a guy using nasty words to describe how he wanted to have sex with her—though that certainly had its time and place, too. No, she was looking for a man who took verbal foreplay just as seriously as the physical kind.

She'd first realized the power of a man's voice and how it could arouse her at the impressionable age of sixteen when she’d gotten her hands on a set of audio romance books. The man on the tape had a voice as smooth as honey, and before she knew it, her hand was down her panties and she was touching herself to her first orgasm. Ever since then, a man with a smooth voice and a knack for whispering just the right naughty words in her ear could get her hotter than a tin roof in August.

Conversely, her attraction to a man tended to drop drastically when she discovered he couldn't talk it up.

As kinks went, it was rather tame, but it was one of her things.

So, while she wouldn't turn her nose up her at a good old-fashioned roll in the hay, she always kept her ears open for a man who knew exactly what to say to get her all hot and bothered. Sawyer and Beau were equally attractive, but if one of them talked dirty to her that would certainly help tip the scales in his favor.


4.

Beau chuckled. “Not saying that watching you and your horse work isn't fun, but speaking truthfully, it's watching your ass bounce up and down in the saddle that really gets my attention. Isn't that about right, Sawyer?”

“I do love watching you ride, not gonna lie about that. And I sure as hell don't mind taking a long look at that behind of yours.” The blond cowboy grinned at her. “But since we're being straight here, I sort of have a thing for the way those mighty fine legs of yours look in those tight-ass jeans you wear. Damn if I can't see every muscle flex as you ride. You’ve got the best-looking legs that ever wrapped themselves around a horse.”

Well, dang. They were both interested in her. And they both were willing to talk about it. She might just have a competition on her hands.


5.

After the waitress left, Daisy leaned back and regarded her two men. “Okay, we found a place that’s not as loud as the bar. What exactly did you want to talk about?”

Beau’s eyes held hers. “About getting you naked later and spending the evening make you moan and scream.”

That made both her brows and her blood pressure rise. That was what she'd been looking for. She just couldn't believe Beau had said what he'd said right in front of Sawyer.

But Sawyer didn’t even bat an eye.

“So Daisy, would you describe yourself as a moaner or a screamer?” he asked so casually the three of them might have been taking about a rodeo event.


6.

“The idea was to give you a little taste — not the whole treat. You want more, you'll have to wait until later. Besides, I figured you might get a tad embarrassed if the whole restaurant turned to see why you were pulling a Meg Ryan in the middle of the dinner.”


7.

A naughty, little voice whispered in her ear that both men could probably go half the night without popping off—no matter what she did. Rather than be disappointed, she was intrigued. How much stamina did they have?

The fact that she kept thinking about everything in terms of they and them was a bit disconcerting. How was she supposed to figure out which one she was going to sleep with tonight if they both kept being so perfect?

It wasn't as if she could bed both of them.


8.

The key is paying attention to the little signs that a woman is just about as aroused as she can handle.” Sawyer speared the last piece of steak with his fork and offered it to her. “How wet she is, how plump her clit gets, her sighs, her moans, the way her stomach muscles flex as I run my tongue up first one side of her pussy lips and then down the other.”

Daisy bit back a moan as a surge of wetness flooded her panties.

“Then,” Sawyer’s voice was husky. “When all the signs are there, when I've gotten her hot as hell, that's when I give in and start really lapping her clit. And I don’t stop until I make her come. Over and over and over.”

Daisy didn't doubt him. She was practically on the verge of orgasm sitting there listening to Sawyer tell her what he was going to do to her.


9.

“Did you three save any room for dessert? Or do you already have other plans for that?”

The waitress looked pointedly at Daisy, then slid a sly glance toward both men sitting across from her. Good God, the woman thought she was planning on having sex with both Sawyer and Beau!

Did Daisy look that kinky?

She decided the answer to that question was probably yes. The waitress had almost certainly caught Daisy giving the foot jobs under the table. The woman had probably heard snippets of their conversation when she’d walked by the table—snippets that likely included references to foot massages, pussy licking and orgasms.

So yeah, the waitress had good reason to think Daisy was a kinky-ass cowgirl ready to drag two rodeo hunks off to her bed for a night of threesome frolicking.


10.

“Well, when presented with an absolutely perfect ass, I think the best way to start is with a good, old-fashioned, spanking,” Beau said.

Daisy's jaw didn't drop. Okay, maybe it did. She must have heard wrong. Beau couldn’t have just said he wanted to spank her bare ass. She waited for him to laugh and admit he’d been teasing her, but he didn’t.

“You're serious? You want to spank me?”

“Hell, yeah. Don't tell me you've never had that ass of yours smacked really good?”


11.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said, pulling her attention back to the topic of her ass and the silly concept of spanking a grown woman.

She put a piece of cake in her mouth and chewed before answering. “Because the answer should be obvious.”

“If you've never let a man spank you before, how do you know whether you'd like it?”

“I'm a cowgirl, Beau. It doesn't take a lot of sense to figure out that if my butt is sore after a good hard ride on a horse, then a spanking would be ten times worse.”

Beau shook his head. “It’s not even close to being the same thing.”

“Close enough for me.”

He started on the next layer of cake. “Answer me this then, Daisy. Have you ever gotten hot and wet riding your horse? And I don't mean from sweat. I mean has your
pussy ever gotten completely dripping wet and throbbing with excitement?”

There was that time back years ago when she and her boyfriend at the time had ridden out to the farthest edges of her family's farm to have sex in an open field. She'd been wet then, but that probably wasn't what Beau was talking about.

“While horseback riding? No, I can't say that I have.”

“Further proof that I'm right, then,” he insisted. “Because every woman I've ever spanked ended up getting soaking wet.”


12.

Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.

“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.

She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone — another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.

Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.

Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.

Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth. Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.

She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.

“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you—it's that you're doing it without me.”

Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.

His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.

She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar. Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.

She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.


13.

The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent. They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.

Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.

She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”

“Rule?”

He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”

It took a moment for that to sink in — she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.

“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”

“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”

Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.

She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good, long look at the skin she was exposing.

“Mmm,” Beau groaned. “That belly button of yours looks good enough to eat.”

She let out a husky laugh. “I thought you were more of an ass man?”

“I am.” His mouth twitched. “Doesn't mean I don't appreciate all the other fine parts.”

Probably sooner than the two men would have liked, she had her shirt off and was standing there in her lacy bra. She reached around to take it off, but Sawyer stopped her.

“Allow me,” he said, walking around behind her.

As Sawyer undid the clasp, Beau stood in front of her, gazing down into her eyes. The intensity in his was so mesmerizing she was barely even aware Sawyer had taken off her bra. Until Beau pulled her into his arms and her bare breasts came into contact with the hard planes of his chest. Her nipples felt so hard against him that they hurt, and she gasped against his mouth.

Sawyer immediately sandwiched her between them, his chest warm against her back, his hands reaching around to caress the sides of her breasts. She shivered, moaning her approval.

Beau let out a groan and pulled away. Eyes smoldering, he slid his hands down to the waistband of her jeans. Sawyer took advantage of the opportunity—and the space—by cupping her breasts.

He massaged them firmly, tweaking her nipples as he nibbled on her neck. In front of her, Beau worked her belt buckle loose. A moment later, she heard a pop as he roughly yanked each button through its hole. Then he shoved his hands inside her jeans and slowly worked them over her hips and down her thighs. When he was done, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Sawyer pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then walked around to join him.

Daisy felt like a beauty queen as she stood there in nothing but her tiny scrap of panties, the object of a whole lot of desire.

“Damn, Daisy.” Sawyer’s gaze lingered on her long legs. “You're even more beautiful than I dreamed.”

She blushed. These two were good for her ego.

“Beautiful, huh?” She gave them a naughty smile. “Wonder what you'll have to say when these panties come off.”

Beau eyed her wolfishly. “Only one way to know for sure.”

Daisy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down, letting them flutter to the floor. There was something so powerful about being completely naked in front of two awe-struck studs, especially when they were still half dressed.

Their eyes slid up and down her body so hungrily she had to laugh. “Whoa boys, you just ate like fifteen minutes ago.”

“Suddenly I'm hungry again,” Sawyer growled.

His blue eyes locked on the tiny triangle of downy hair at the juncture of her thighs, and Daisy couldn't help but remember his description of the pussy licking he had in store for her. The thought of his tongue on her clit made a fresh burst of moisture surge to the surface. She had no doubt that if she slid her hand between her legs, her fingers’d come away covered in goo.

Both men came toward her, but Daisy held up her hand.

“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?” she asked, throwing Beau’s earlier words back at them. “You show me yours if I show you mine.”

Sawyer’s mouth twitched. “Fair's fair.”

“And go slow, fellas.” She gave them a sultry look as they reached for their huge belt buckles. “I like a man who takes his time.”

*hugs*
Paige



Wednesday, September 12, 2012

New Release! Hot Cowboy Menage! RIDE OF HER LIFE - Book One in The Buckle Bunnies Series!

What's better than a hot cowboy? Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you'll get in RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!

The rodeo is a nod to one of my aunts. She was crazy about the rodeo (only she pronounced it row-day-o, like in Rodeo Drive) and couldn't get enough of her cowboys! My books might be a little too risque for her, though. She read the kind of romances where the man and woman held a hanky between their hands when they touched. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea! LOL!

Okay, back to the series! It'll be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way! Hope you'll check them out!

Happy Reading!





This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!

Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.

When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.


Excerpt:

Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.

“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.

She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.

Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.

Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.

Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.

Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.

She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.

“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”

Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.

His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.

She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.

Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.

She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.

Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.

The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.

“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.

Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?

The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”

A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”

The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.

“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”

Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”

Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.

“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.

Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”

Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”

The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.

The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.

As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.

Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.

She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”

Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.

Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.

“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.

The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.

She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.

“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”

Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.

“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”

“Huh.”

She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.

She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.

“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”

He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?

“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”

She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”

Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”

Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.

She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.

So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”

The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.

They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.

Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.

She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”

“Rule?”

He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”

It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.

“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”

“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”

Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.

She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.


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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

New Cover! RIDE OF HER LIFE!

So excited to show off this cover! It's for RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my brand new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES, and I'm absolutely in love with it! The artist, Gemini Judson, did an amazing job!






This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds.

Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.

When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.


Read an Excerpt!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksRideOfHerLife.html


Coming soon to Amazon, Barnes & Noble and All Romance eBooks!


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