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October newsletter!
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| Sierra Dafoe's Naughty Notes
October 2008
Notes from Sierra
Hi everybody! It's been a slow, lovely fall up here in NH, with gorgeous foliage and unusually mild nights. It won't last long, so I'm enjoying it while I can. It was great getting a chance to catch up with everyone in September, and we've got a few fun events coming up, too. But other than that it'll be a pretty quiet month -- October is going to be all about the writing! I've got a novel that's been waiting impatiently for me to get back to it, and a few more stories due in, so I won't be online that much (pout!)
There's been so much good news, I hardly know where to begin! The reigning champion is definitely still The Boys Back Home -- this morning it was at 9 on MBaM's top 10 bestsellers, which makes 42 days on the list!!! *THUD* (Yes, that's me fainting) And the lovely Theresa made me the greatest fan present for TBBH -- you can see it on my blog.
Immortal Lust hasn't exactly been slacking, either; it just picked up TWO Reviewer Top Picks!
 "Gods, Legends and Passion! If you enjoy hot sex coupled with an intriguing paranormal story, this is a must-read for you." -- ParaNormal Romance
 "Strong characterizations coupled with vivid scene imagery combine to make this story one that will stay with the reader a long time. Included in that imagery are some of the most intense sensual/ sexual love scenes that you could hope to read."
-- Night Owl Romance
 And this month, we have Call of the Wild coming Oct. 16th from Changeling Press! The first novella in a two book series, Call of the Wild will be followed by The Wolf Queen in November -- see below for blurb and more info!
I also have a confession to make. I love writing romance, as you all know ('specially that spicy romance!). I also love writing fantasy, and I'm very happy to announce that Under the Moon Publications will be releasing two of my non-romance fantasy stories: Home for the Holidays will be out in November, followed by Two From Korossos early next year. Swords and sorcery, just in time for the holidays! (And hey, if the hubby doesn't read romance, I know a perfect Christmas present...hee!)
Last Sunday was great -- I went down to Annie's Book Stop in Salem, NH to meet up with Kate Hill, Sahara Kelly, Rowan West, Arianna Hart and Ashlyn Chase (who'll be our featured author in Feb.) It was a fabulous time, and a fantastic chance to meet some really wonderful ladies:
(From left: me, Kate Hill, Ashlyn Chase)
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Events in October
Sunday, Oct. 12th -- it's Sunday with Sierra!
Join me at the Sierra club starting at noon eastern to hang out, have fun, and catch a sneak peek at the upcoming Call of the Wild!
Thursday, Oct. 16th -- Changeling chat day at the Sierra club!
Check out the authors of Changeling Press as they share excerpts all day at the Sierra club!
Sunday, Oct. 19th -- Deliciously Naughty Writers at EC!
Come join Anna J. Evans, Sherrill Quinn, Kelly Maher and myself as we celebrate the release of the final Dark Pantheon book at the Ellora's Cave chat loop starting at noon!
Wednesday, Oct. 23rd -- Dani Harper and Catherine Stang at the Sierra club!
Join us for an evening chat at the Sierra club with authors Dani Harper and Catherine Stang! 8-10 pm eastern -- cya there!
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Coming this month!
Call of the Wild
Coming Oct. 16th from Changeling!
Welcome to Wolf Creek Cove...
In an isolated area of northern Manitoba lives an unusual breed of wolf. They are the Shumani, the wolves who walk as men. But the longer they go without contact with humans, the more they regress into wild wolves.
Larak and his den-brother Kam watched helplessly as the Shumani dwelling in the hills above Wolf Creek were taken over by Hunt, a vicious black wolf who will do anything to retain control of the pack. Now, with the arrival of the only human they've seen since cubhood, Larak and Kam vow to end Hunt's domination.
Sarah Hartwell, domestic disaster and wolf aficonado, has left her fiance to spend eight months studying wolves. Little does she know she will become a pawn in the battle for control of the Shumani -- a pawn Hunt is determined to remove from the game.
Can Larak and Kam convince her to give up a safe, secure life among her own kind for one of danger, passion, and the call of the wild?
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Recent releases!
The Boys Back Home
Available now from Samhain!
She could never choose between them...until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it's time to return to Preacher's Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie's back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there's only one place on earth Cassie belongs -- in their arms.
Dark Pantheon: Immortal Lust
Now available at Ellora's Cave!
For years, Raymond du Sable has chased rumors of a woman shrouded in legend, a woman of almost unearthly beauty. Finally, on Crusade, he finds her. She is Cytharea, daughter of Aphrodite, irresistible to mortal man -- and Raymond's key to grasping the throne of France.
To transport her there safely, Raymond hires a Templar Knight, Gerard d'Amiers. Sworn to chastity, Gerard has a deep mistrust of women, born of the infidelity of his boyhood love. Yet Cytharea stirs him in a way no woman ever has. And Cytharea herself is battling a deadly imperative -- she must feed from the sexual energy of a man soon, or die.
Together Gerard and Cytharea discover a passion so overpowering it shakes the very foundations of Gerard's faith. Upon reaching France, he must either abandon every vow he's ever made -- or lose Cytharea to the abusive ambitions of a madman!
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Deliciously Naughty News
The Deliciously Naughty Writers are:
Sherrill Quinn, Anna J. Evans, December Quinn, Kelly Maher, Sierra Dafoe, Christine d'Abo, and Red Garnier. Visit us at www.dnwriters.com, and join our yahoogroup, Club Naughty!
And join us on Sunday, Oct. 19th as we celebrate the release of the final Dark Pantheon book at the Ellora's Cave chat loop starting at noon!
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Naughty Notes Excerpt!
Sex and the Single Werewolf
Book One in the Shifter Sisters series
One's a canine. One's a cat. And one's a vampire who hates the sight of blood. Together, they're the Shifter Sisters, a hard-rocking band of misfits who stand by each other when the chips are down -- no matter how much the fur might fly the rest of the time!
Luna, the band's drummer and a werewolf by birth, has a talent for hooking up with men who only let her down. But she never gives up hope, or her faith in romance, and when a sweet, sexy stranger catches her eye, Lu is convinced she's finally found the The One.
But how are you supposed to land the man of your dreams when you really do turn into a bitch at "that time of the month"? And can you ever find true love while hiding half of who you are?
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Jesus!
Lu stared, swallowing convulsively, forgetting for a moment where she was or how she'd got there. Just inside the window she could see a small, sparsely furnished apartment -- a folding table, a stack of milk crates holding books and amplifier chords, a narrow bed...
And, sitting on it, the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.
Dressed in nothing but a faded pair of jeans, he sat, his long, agile fingers moving over the neck of a guitar. The music spilling from it was as entrancing as he was; a haunting, complex melody that sounded vaguely Irish. He looked Irish too, with that mass of unruly black curls almost brushing his shoulders, and the sort of creamy-pale skin that only Irishmen seemed to have. A medallion dangled from a short thong about his neck, glinting in the light as he paused and leaned forward, jotting something in the spiral-bound notebook that lay open next to him on the bed. Then he went back to strumming the guitar.
Lu swallowed as she watched the tendons flex and release in his powerful forearms. They were dusted with a fine, silky black hair, and there were freckles sprinkled across his shoulders. He wasn't as massive as Rick had been, not by a long shot -- Rick had been built like the proverbial brick shithouse. This man was lean, lean and rangy, with broad, sturdy shoulders and tight, bulging biceps.
He was singing softly to himself, but even so Lu could hear the way his voice rumbled in his throat, deep and warm -- and God, was it sexy. Her nipples hardened under the bib of her overalls just listening to him. He plucked a last chord from the guitar and fell silent, letting his hand dangle idly over the strings as he sat, staring intently at nothing, his black hair tumbling around his quiet face.
Then, with a sigh he put the guitar aside and stood. Outside, in the shadows, Lu sucked in an involuntary breath.
Whoever he was, he was built like a young god. His body tapered, all lean, hard muscle, from those broad shoulders to a deliciously narrow waist. Everything about him seemed carved of marble; the pronounced curve of his collarbones, the expanse of his chest, his tight, rippled abdomen with that enticing dip of navel. She could see the sensuous swell of muscle along his hipbone just above the faded denim of his jeans. And the same silky hair that dusted his forearms trickled in a black, beguiling line down the plane of his stomach.
Lu was suddenly aware of the dampness in her crotch, the hot, hungry thud of desire in her groin. God! How she wanted to trace that line of hair with one finger, follow its softness down to the hardness below...
Placing the guitar carefully in its stand, the man crossed to the window, and Lu slunk back further into the bushes. He stood, leaning against the frame as he stared out at the darkness.
He couldn't see her, could he? He certainly didn't appear to. There was a heaviness about him, a brooding quality that made her wonder what he was thinking. Who was he, anyway? The room was so bare it hardly even looked like he lived there. There wasn't even so much as a poster on the walls.
Yeah, now there's a sign of stability, Lu. Christ! You really are attracted to losers.
But he didn't look like a loser. His face, shadowed softly by the light behind him, seemed both gentle and resolute. High, heavy cheekbones gave his face a look of determination, while his full, curved lips were expressively sensual. And his eyes... His eyes...
Lu pulled her thoughts back together with an effort. Blue. They were blue. A rich, deep cobalt, so dark it seemed almost black. Like an ocean, she thought distractedly, like deep, open ocean...
What would it be like to have them looking at her? Lu gulped at the thought, almost grateful they weren't. He was looking out absently, his gaze turned inward, his thoughts appearing to be miles and miles away.
Then he ran a hand across his chest, brushing lightly at his nipples. Lu swallowed, feeling the warmth in her crotch flare upward. Slowly, he stroked his hand down the flat of his stomach. Lu watched, entranced, as his fingers trailed along that trickle of dark hair leading down from his belly button, and slid, with his palm flat against his belly, into his jeans.
Oh, Christ.
Get your copy of Sex and the Single Werewolf today -- click here!
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Monday, October 06, 2008
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Charity raffle!
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Contact: Rochelle Sorzano
Charity Co-Coordinator
2055 Utica Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11234
Phone: 347-221-0260
http://www.treasuretrovecharity.com/
Our Goal for the Sweet, Sassy, and Sexy Raffle is to get at least 5,000 donations at $20 .00 each. We are fully aware of the current financial climate and understand that $20 is a lot to ask of you. What we are asking is that you give in the spirit of giving. The three causes, St. Jude's Children's Hospital, The 3 Day. Org (Cure for Cancer) and Save the Quiet Kitty are worthy causes. The whole purpose is to help others, we ask that you take part in this endeavor and help us help others.
Simply Simone Inc and the Pink Chair Dairies Presents the Treasure Trove Charity Raffle, each prize is worth an estimated $400.00 and counting. This idea came about when my friend and co-coordinator Author Selena Illyria approached me with an idea to help fellow author and friend The Quiet Kitty/Camille Anthony who was diagnosed in 1989 with Pulmonary Sarcoidosis, caused by exposure to asbestos while an employee of the State of California. (There is a pending class action lawsuit against the State of California, which has been in Pre-Trial hearings for almost a decade.) Camille is now a full time author with no health insurance. She is in stage four of Pulmonary Sarcoidosis and cannot get health insurance because of this pre-existing condition.
I loved the idea and wanted to help as much as possible; And, I thought we should extend it to include a couple of my other favorite charities. Breast Cancer is a concern for all of us and it will take all of us to help find a cure. In addition, St. Jude, when I first heard the story of how the Hospital came to be it struck a chord with me. Moreover, I always promised myself that if I can ever support them with the wonderful work they do I would.
My very talented friend Selena Illyria came up with the Sweet, Sassy, Sexy Charity Raffle, a nod to the cheeky erotic stories she and fellow authors pen. We thought this would be a fun way to give back to those who are generous enough to donate to our charity. We called on all of our writer friends from all over the romance world to donate to these worthy causes, and to my delight, it just kept growing and growing. Until each trunk is now worth over $400.00 and counting.
You can also help us help others, by donating at www.treasuretrovecharity.com and selecting the trunk of your choice and then clicking the donate button. Each theme will represent a charity and at the end, we will share 60% of all net profits equally to the charities.
Rules: There is unlimited bidding until the time the raffle comes to a closed.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
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9/21: It’s Sunday with Sierra!
Hey everybody! Wow, what a week it's been! Yesterday, The Boys Back Home celebrated one MONTH on MBaM's top 10 bestseller list -- somebody pinch me, I still can't believe it! And we're working on cover art for my new wolfie series, Call of the Wild -- it's gonna be gorgeous :-)
Today, I'll be at the Sierra club from 11-2 eastern with a first sneak peek at Call of the Wild as well as other fun stuff -- stop on by!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Sierra_Club/
-- Sierra
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
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Come chat Monday with featured author, MEGAT HART!
On Monday, Sept. 8th, join featured author MEGAN HART for a special chat at the Sierra club! Starting at 11 am eastern, come chat with Megan and hostess Sierra Dafoe as they talk about books, boys, and whatever else comes up! Sierra will be offering a participation contest for all chatters, and you never know what mayhem they'll get up to! Come join the fun at 11 am eastern tomorrow at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Sierra_Club/! In the meantime, stop by Sierra's website for an interview with Megan -- just click here: http://www.sierradafoe.com/interviews/meganhart.php Sierra Dafoe -- Feed The Fantasy
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IMMORTAL LUST -- available now at Ellora's Cave!
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419917769
An MBAM best-seller! Sierra's Samhain debut, THE BOYS BACK HOME! http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/the-boys-back-home
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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1 bestseller at MBaM!
W00T!!! For a few precious hours, at least, The Boys Back Home has landed the very top slot at MBaM!! Oh man. Can you tell I'm stoked? Anyway, to celebrate, here's a rather spicy (ahem) excerpt from my Samhain best-selling cowboy menage story, THE BOYS BACK HOME!
The Boys Back Home
Just released from Samhain Publishing!
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/sierra-dafoe
Blurb
She could never choose between them...until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it's time to return to Preacher's Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie's back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there's only one place on earth Cassie belongs -- in their arms.
Excerpt -- Adult!
Bracing himself on his arms, Kyle looked down at her, his pale, piercing eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her blouse hung open; her breasts, cupped in her white lace bra, heaved with each breath. His gaze traced them, his pupils widening, and Cassie studied him just as avidly.
She hadn't seen him shirtless since he was thirteen, his lengthening body still all sharp angles and seeming half-finished. Now she stared wonderingly, transfixed by the width of his burly shoulders, the solid curve of his collarbones, the firm swell of his chest flecked now with soft blond hairs. His nipples, small and tight, brushed against her palms as she slid her hand over his pecs, following the smooth rise and fall of his ribcage down to the taut muscles of his abs.
Groaning, Kyle bent his head, kissing the curve of her breasts above her bra, then raked his teeth lightly over one lace-clad nipple. Her pussy, already soaked with arousal, throbbed hungrily, and she pressed against him, sliding her hands up his back, feeling the heavy muscles beneath the velvety skin. Burying his face between her breasts, he murmured, "Cass… Oh, Cass."
Cupping his head, Cassie led his mouth to one nipple, crying out gladly as his lips closed over it, sucking it through the thin, scratchy fabric.
Somewhere in her mind she could see him, his head bent just as it was now, his lips tugging hungrily at Alan's jutting cock. Fiercely, she pushed the image away. For once in her life, damn it, she would have this. Now, if never again, she would have one of the two men she loved.
She closed her eyes, refusing to think, wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck as he tongued and suckled her aching breast. His breathing was heavier now, deeper, the sound of his panting almost frantic as he tugged at her nipple, sucking it greedily. He moaned deep in his throat, and Cassie gasped as her womb clenched, already on the verge of climax.
As blindly as a puppy, Kyle nuzzled at her body, his tongue flickering over her skin as he moved slowly downward. His lips whispered almost worshipfully down the softness of her belly, pausing at her navel to explore it while his fingers, awkward with desire, tugged at her jeans. The small, furtive sound of her zipper opening was, Cassie thought, the most erotic thing she'd ever heard.
He hauled clumsily at her jeans, peeling them off, and laughed nervously as they tangled on her sneakers. "I haven't exactly had a lot of practice at this." He glanced up at her, his eyes wide, questioning, almost frightened.
In answer she kicked off her sneakers, shedding her jeans with them. Kyle sat back on his haunches, his belt hanging open, simply looking at her, his eyes following the line of her thighs, her hips, the curve of her breasts. Cassie stared at the hard bulge of his cock inside his jeans, so erect she could see the flushed, engorged tip straining just beyond the worn denim.
Wonderingly, Kyle reached out, running his hands slowly up her thighs. When his fingers brushed the line of her panties, Cassie moaned.
Kyle's eyes fluttered shut, his face going lax as his attention turned inward. He swallowed twice, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply. Then he opened his eyes. Lightly, exploring, he trailed one finger down the front of her panties, tickling her clit. Cassie gasped again and let her thighs fall open, and Kyle's gaze dropped to her crotch, his eyes widening at the wetness soaking the white fabric.
Reaching down, she grabbed his wrist and slowly, unmistakably, pushed his hand against her crotch until his fingers slid beneath her panties and one sank deep into the hot slickness of her cunt.
With a deep, hungry groan, Kyle bent forward, closing his mouth over the swell of her mons. He suckled it right through her panties, his tongue jabbing against the stretched cotton, teasing her clit till she was writhing beneath him, tilting her hips up as he pistoned his finger in and out of her. Her head spun. Her heart thundered in her chest like a racehorse. Digging her hands into Kyle's short, wavy hair, she pressed his mouth even harder against her.
Impatiently, he grabbed the fabric of her panties, yanking them aside, and moaned as he closed his mouth around her swollen clit. His tongue danced along its length, lapping it as he plunged first one finger, then two, inside her, moving them faster and faster. The heat in her groin roared upward, flaring along her nerves, and Cassie heard small, rising cries spilling shamelessly from her throat. She didn't care—nothing mattered but the feel of Kyle's mouth tugging at her clit, his fingers plumbing her slick, hot passage, fucking her with a frenzy that matched the fire inside her, matched it and stroked it to a blazing, blinding lust.
She cried out as the tension inside her shattered. Her whole body throbbed, straining against him as she crested. His tongue curled down to catch the juices spilling from her, lapping around his fingers as they thrust in and out of her. Her passage clenched around them, squeezing them tight, making Kyle groan, his entire body going rigid with need.
She clutched at his shoulders, tugging him upward, and reveled in the desperate craving that suffused his face. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, his features heavy with almost mindless arousal. His cock jerked inside his jeans as she slid her hand over it and deftly slid his zipper down. His erection sprang out to greet her. She wrapped her hand around it, amazed at its thickness. Veins pulsed just beneath the velvety skin, and she traced them lightly with one finger.
Kyle groaned, tilting his head back, and Cassie tugged at his jeans, working them down over his hips. His cock strained toward her, bobbing with the force of her tugs. She had to have it. She couldn't wait any more. Grabbing the full, hard curves of his ass in both hands, she dragged him down atop her.
His swollen cockhead pressed against her furred outer lips, rubbing through the juices slicking her folds. "Cassie," he groaned desperately, almost warningly, his voice harsh with need.
The Boys Back Home by Sierra Dafoe
Get it TODAY at Samhain!
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/sierra-dafoe
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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It’s out! It’s out! THE BOYS BACK HOME is (are?) here!!!
Yay! My very first-ever Samhain book has just hit the shelves! Check out The Boys Back Home, a cowboy menage love story, available now at Samhain!!!
The Boys Back Home
by Sierra Dafoe
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/sierra-dafoe
Blurb
She could never choose between them...until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it's time to return to Preacher's Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie's back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there's only one place on earth Cassie belongs -- in their arms.
Excerpt -- PG
"Are you going to tell Alan about this?"
He looked at her, startled. "Alan's always known how I felt about you."
"What?" Cassie stared at him. All those years. All those years that she'd fought so desperately to hide her feelings… "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Why didn't you?"
Cassie opened her mouth to reply—and stopped. She knew why. They both did.
Alan Caine was why.
With a sigh, Kyle slid out of her and tugged his jeans back up. His shoulders hunched as he murmured, avoiding her gaze, "It's all right, Cassie. It doesn't matter. I…I always knew you wanted him. I could see it in the way you looked at him, the way you… Ah, never mind."
But I wanted you! I wanted you, too! Cassie almost wailed. She wanted to say it, but what would be the point? It was too late, far too late to go back and change things. And they'd built a life together, without her—was she really going to walk in and shatter that any worse than she already had?
You know, it really is time you grew up, Cass.
Yes. Yes, it was. Cassie watched the muscles in Kyle's chest flex as he tugged his T-shirt over his head, pulling it down over his taut, rippled abs. Hearing her own voice small and strange in her own ears, she said, "Kyle, I just…want you to know, I'm glad you're happy together."
He glanced at her sharply. "What do you mean by together?"
"I…" Cassie fumbled, feeling impossibly awkward. "I mean, living together. You do, don't you?"
"Sure." He shrugged, tossing her her jeans. "Happens when you're co-owners of a ranch."
Was that really all there was to it? Cassie didn't think so. Her panties were a wreck, soaked now with both their juices, but she tugged her jeans on anyway and buttoned her blouse. Kyle had turned away from her, tucking his shirt back into his jeans and buckling his belt. She went to him and slid her arms around his waist, laying her cheek against one heavy shoulder blade.
No, she wouldn't press him. She had no right to demand to know whether they were still lovers. To do so would be a betrayal of everything that had just happened in this room. Their lovemaking had been an unexpected gift—something precious to be treasured, but never repeated.
And maybe that's all I came here for, Cassie thought. Maybe I really just came back to say goodbye.
She wouldn't tell Richard, she knew. Not ever. It was just something old that she had to work through and let go of before she could finally, truly be with him. Maybe that's all that growing up was. Learning to let go and be grateful for what you had.
Turning her head, she kissed Kyle's strong back. "Thank you," she whispered. She felt his hand cover hers, holding it tightly. Then he led her to the sofa and sat her down, kneeling at her feet as he slid first one sneaker then the other back onto her feet and tied them for her as if she were a little girl. She smiled, watching him straighten and stomp on his boots.
"Come on," he said, holding out his hand.
"Come on where?" She let him tug her to her feet, sliding her jacket on as he held it for her, and followed him back out to the hall.
He pulled on his old sheepskin jacket and opened the door. "I'm taking you home."
"What?" Suddenly her passivity melted into sheer terror. Just thinking about Alan was bad enough—but seeing him? After sleeping with Kyle? "No, I can't. I can't."
"Sure you can."
She shook her head, her gaze sliding away from his. "Really, Kyle, I can't. I'm exhausted. I just got back. And—"
"—and there is nothing in the fridge, the oil tank's empty, and unless you're planning on eating the two-year-old soda crackers in the pantry, you're coming with me," he finished firmly. Picking up her suitcase, Kyle lifted his Stetson from the coat rack and tilted it rakishly back on his forehead. "Not trying to crowd you, ma'am, just trying to keep you from starving."
Cassie laughed helplessly. How had he always been able to do that, to make her smile when she was absolutely miserable? He grinned, a dimple showing through the golden scruff of his whiskers. Then his mood grew more somber. "Seriously, Cass. It'll be down in the thirties tonight, and there's no heat. You can't stay here."
His gaze held hers, warm but firm. Holding out a hand, he waited. Reluctantly, Cassie took it and let him lead her to the truck. But while she sat in the cab, nervously watching Kyle in the rearview mirror as he stowed her suitcase, she dug in her coat pocket and jammed the diamond ring back onto her finger, blushing at her own hypocrisy.
For a woman who just cheated on her fiancé, you're sure quick to summon Richard's ghost for protection, Cass.
She sighed and straightened her shoulders, trying to brace herself. If the shock of seeing Kyle again had been bad, seeing Alan was going to be hell on earth.
The Boys Back Home by Sierra Dafoe
Get it today at Samhain!
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/sierra-dafoe
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Monday, August 04, 2008
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OPEN CHAT Friday! Authors, bring your excerpts!
Hi everyone! I'm back from Maine, and celebrating with a chat this Friday. Come join me from 10 am - 2 pm eastern at the Sierra club for fun, games, and prizes!
Authors, bring your excerpts and come play! I'll be hosting from 10-2, but every Friday is Free-For-All Friday at the Sierra club, so feel free to post all day (and every Friday).
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Sierra_Club/ -- see you there!
-- Sierra
SIERRA DAFOE -- Feed The Fantasy
http://www.sierradafoe.com
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
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The Boys Back Home -- sneak peek and chat invitation!!!
THE BOYS BACK HOME
Sierra Dafoe's Samhain Debut!
Coming Aug. 19th from Samhain Publishing
The Boys Back Home by Sierra Dafoe She could never choose between them...until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can't. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it's time to return to Preacher's Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie's back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they're concerned, there's only one place on earth Cassie belongs -- in their arms. There was a shiny black pickup sitting at the curb outside, an empty horse trailer hitched to the bumper. Putting her suitcase in the bed, Kyle opened the passenger door for her. The cab had that distinctive new car tang, and Cassie looked up at him as she climbed in. "You must be doing well for yourself."
"Oh, we do all right." He shrugged dismissively and closed the door.
We. We do all right. A pain Cassie had almost convinced herself had finally healed knifed through her heart. She huddled deep into her coat, watching him walk around the front of the pickup, the breeze playing through his short blond hair.
All her life, it seemed, it had been the three of them—her, Kyle Watson and Alan Caine. They'd sat with her from her very first day in grade school, Kyle's head with its mop of honey blond curls bent above his desk on her left, Alan's shaggy, raven black one on her right. They'd taught her to fish, grinning at her girly squeamishness over hooking a worm. Year after year, they'd gone to the county fair, all three of them cramming their skinny hips into the Ferris wheel seat, their scabby knees rubbing together, hollering as the wheel turned, lifting them higher and higher until the whole world was spread out before them…
And when Cassie had first started dreaming of kisses, it had been Alan and Kyle who'd featured in her private fantasies. God, how many times had she dreamed of them? How many nights had she lain in her bed, her fingers rubbing eagerly at the downy-soft fur covering her mons as she pictured first one then the other kissing her mouth, their friendly, familiar gazes deepening into something more?
She looked away as Kyle slid behind the wheel, biting her lip. From the corner of her eye she saw him glance in the rearview mirror, nodding at the empty trailer.
"Just dropped a nice little mare off over to Jackson Hole. Those rich ski folks have been the salvation of ranchers around here, I tell you. Got their fancy spreads, want a couple of pretty horses to go with 'em."
Cassie nodded mutely, staring at the road ahead as he pulled away from the curb, his strong, tanned hand resting easily on the gearshift. When she'd left he'd still been a boy, practically, his face unlined by the harsh Idaho sun. Now there were tiny wrinkles at the corners of his light blue eyes, and a sense of assurance, of maturity, that made her feel even more awkward in contrast.
Somewhere during the last three years, Kyle Watson had grown up.
And you, Cassie? Have you grown up?
She clenched her jaw, uncomfortably aware of the ring in her pocket. She folded her fingers over it, pressing the sharp, oversized rock into her palm.
Coward, she thought to herself. How long are you going to keep avoiding the truth?
Straightening her spine, she asked, keeping her tone purposefully light, "And how's Alan?"
Kyle glanced at her, his gaze flat and unreadable. Cassie wondered if she looked as pale as she felt. "He's fine."
"Is he…" She couldn't bring herself to ask the question. "Do you see a lot of him these days?"
"We run a ranch together, Cass. What do you think?"
Cassie nodded, turning her head to hide the tears that sprang to her eyes. She stared at the flat, empty fields, painfully aware of Kyle's warm, familiar scent in the closeness of the cab, feeling both awkward and miserable.
All her life she'd loved them. They'd woven themselves into every childhood memory she had, every dream, every moment. And when her love, like her adolescent body, had grown into adulthood, Cassie had found herself on the horns of a dilemma that no one, so far as she knew, had ever experienced before.
She couldn't have both of them. Even as a girl, she'd known that. It didn't work that way. But she couldn't have chosen between them, not ever. They were Alan and Kyle—how could she choose?
For years, she'd carefully hidden her growing feelings, her desire for them both assuaged and exacerbated by their constant presence… and in the end it hadn't mattered. In the end, they'd chosen each other.
Kyle sat beside her, his gaze fixed on the road. Surreptitiously, Cassie studied his strong profile, the slight cleft in his chin, the short blond stubble along his firm jaw. His hair, still as wavy as when he was a boy, had darkened to a deep, tawny gold. It was clipped short, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. The broad, rangy shoulders under his sheepskin jacket had filled out, gaining a solid layer of muscle.
He was even more attractive now than he'd been at twenty. Merely looking at him, Cassie felt a familiar throb between her thighs and was conscious of the tightness of her jeans across her mons, the seam pressing lightly against her clit.
She jerked her head away, gazed instead at the passing fields. The empty trailer rattled over a pothole, and as the road sloped slowly upward she braced herself against the first sight of her old house, standing abandoned and forlorn in a tall patch of weeds, the shutters hanging askew, likely, or gone altogether. Latching shutters had been the last thing on her mind when she'd high-tailed it out of town, catching the five a.m. Greyhound in front of the post office, hardly caring where it was headed.
But as they topped the slope and turned into the drive, Cassie stared, dumbfounded. The yard had been carefully tended, the grass, brown as straw, raked free of leaves. The upstairs shutters, freshly painted, were securely latched. Even the shrubs flanking the
front porch had been recently trimmed.
Dazed, she hardly noticed Kyle opening the cab door for her, taking her hand as he helped her out. He followed her up onto the porch, leaning against the railing as she walked to the old porch swing, pushing it lightly. It squeaked softly back and forth, its chain recently oiled, the slats of the seat painted a blinding white.
Cassie glanced over her shoulder to find Kyle watching her, his silvery eyes unreadable, a strange, hungry light burning deep within them. "You did this." She ran her hand along the back of the swing, stilling its motion.
He nodded, digging his hands deep into the pockets of his faded jeans. "Me and Alan, yeah. Just couldn't stand the thought of watching the old place fall to pieces, I guess."
That, right there, was why she loved them so. Even though she'd been gone three years, even though she'd left without a word, still they'd done all this for her.
They'd always been there for her. Always.
And that just made it worse.
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