Sunday, March 09, 2014

THE DOCTOR WEARS A STETSON: Hot and Steamy or Sweet and Spicy?

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 THE DOCTOR WEARS A STETSON 
Hot and Steamy 
Book One: The Diamondback Ranch Original Series 
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Jessie Kincaid was fifteen and innocent when Cameron asked her to the prom. She lost her heart that night, but his plans didn't change. He left their small town to pursue his dreams. 

Seventeen years later, a trip home leads Cameron McCade back to Salt Fork, Texas and the newly widowed Jessie Devine. Since his return, the fire between them burns as hot as ever. Can they take up where they left off? Can Jessie risk her heart again?

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THE DOCTOR WEARS A STETSON
Same story only sweeter 
Book One: The Diamondback Ranch Sweeter Series 
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Jessie opened the screen door and turned toward Cameron. This was it, then. The end. Her fairy-tale prom night was over. "Thank you for a wonderful time," she said, holding out her hand, feeling like a fool.

Cameron stared at her hand, then at her. His face was taut, as if he were in pain. His blue eyes burned like jewels.
Jessie wondered what was wrong.

Suddenly, he reached out and pulled her to him, arching her slender body into his. "I have to have one more kiss, Jess. One . . . more . . . kiss."

His mouth crushed down on hers. This wasn't an obligatory goodnight kiss, Jessie thought, her heart hammering in her chest. This was a kiss like you read about in novels or watched at the movies. He must feel something for her, or he wouldn't be kissing her like this. How was she going to stand it when he left forever?

Cameron broke the embrace and set her away from him.

"Good bye, Jess." He didn't look at her again, didn't turn to wave. He got in his truck and drove away into the night and out of her life.

Seventeen years later . . . 

The atmosphere sizzled in the small office. Jessie stood like a statue, her eyes opened wide. "Why did you come back?" Her raspy voice held a note of accusation.

In two long strides, Cameron was beside her. She backed against the file cabinet. He stepped closer. "You know why I'm back. We need to finish what we started seventeen years ago." He touched a finger to her cheek, traced the smooth line of her jaw, eased his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him.

Her trembling intensified and she put her hands on his chest as if to ward him off.

He caught her hands and moved them over his heart. "Feel my heartbeat, Jess. It's beating for you." He pressed his body against hers. "Feel how much I want you. I tried to stay away, but God help me, I couldn't."

His mouth claimed hers in fierce desire. Jessie moaned, holding back only for a second, knowing deep down resistance was hopeless.
She couldn't help it . . . she kissed him back.

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Rest in Peace, Mother . . .


My mother passed away on February 17th. My brother, sister, daughter and I were at her bedside. She'd had a pretty rough five months since the emergency surgery back in September. She's not suffering any longer, and that's comforting to know.

But that comfort doesn't take away my pain. I'm trying to adjust to my new normal. A world without my mother. A world without BK Reeves.

My mother was published by Walker and Avon back in the nineties. Writing was her passion. She lived and breathed writing. She loved being an author. And she loved teaching the craft of writing. She had many students throughout the years, and she could always remember the plots of each of their stories. It was truly amazing.

I like to think she's gone to that big Writers' Retreat in the Sky where she can talk shop, teach and mentor, and her fingers can once again fly over the keyboard creating stories for all to read.

She touched a lot of lives in a good way. She was the best mother in the world. My friend. My teacher. My mentor. I loved her dearly. She will be greatly missed.

AM   :)