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Meet the Sutherlands Feb graphicMeet the Sutherlands, a Texas oil family that doesn’t break the rules…they make their own. This box set of sizzling hot, never before published full-length novels and novellas features the Sutherland family alpha heroes and kickass heroines, and it is sure to melt your e-reader and help you find your next book boyfriend. But act fast–this set will only be available until April 15, so order yours today! Inside The Sutherlands you’ll find:

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Shadow Ranch by USA Today best selling author Robin Covington – Passion and secrets thrive in the dark…

Screwed by USA Today best selling author Kelly Jamieson – The only time losing is more fun than winning is when you’re fighting temptation…

Wrecked by Wall Street Journal best selling author Terri Osburn – Revenge is always personal…

Foolish Expectations by Alison Bliss – Forever is the last thing they expected…

Under the Evening Star by Shyla Colt – They must choose between the past that hunts and a love that can heal…

Brazen by Avery Flynn – This bad boy boxer just met his match…

Stripped by Abby Niles – She’s going to strip him bare…

Not the Marrying Kind by Julie Particka – Faking it never felt so good…

One Forbidden Virgin by Joya Ryan – Sometimes the wrong man is the perfect kind of right…

Sweet Surrender by Naima Simone – The price of surrender is passion…


Twenty percent of the royalties earned from each copy of The Sutherlands sold will go to help Reach Out and Read, which gives young children a foundation for success by incorporating books into pediatric care and encouraging families to read aloud together.


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Hey hey romance junkies. Welcome to another addition of What A Character Chat. The lovely and talented, Linda Carroll-Bradd has loaned us the heroine of her sensual western historical set in 1868 Texas, Capturing the Marshal’s Heart. So, won’t you help me welcome Jessimay Glory Morgan, though I’m told she’s more likely to answer to her nickname of Jazzy.

Welcome to my mania, Jazzy. Let’s start with the basics. Where were you raised?

Jazzy: Along the Cibolo Creek outside of Boerne, Texas. Mama and Papa came from Germany with a liberal, free-thinking group called the Forty-Eighters. They wanted to create a communal society and had such high ideals. But it all fell apart because everyone wanted to conduct learned discussions and play orchestral music but few had the needed skills for living on homesteads. Good thing Mama had raised sheep as a girl and knew how to spin and weave. Papa learned how to farm but his heart was never in it. He’d much rather have been crafting violins, like he had in the old country. *fingers the hem of her jacket and looks longing out the window* But we got by.

Mac: Wow, sounds like they sound pretty brave to me, if a little misguided. I too made the trek out west – and landed in Phoenix – but I did so in the 1980s, in a car, on paved roads with hotels along the way and house waiting for me. J Hardly the same thing is it? Still, I can’t imagine leaving behind everything I knew to face an unknown frontier, knowing I could never go back. What about other family members? Did you have any siblings?

Jazzy: *Swallows hard before speaking* Had a younger brother and sister but now, I’m alone. Just little ol’ me making my way in the world.

Mac: How sad. Did you like school?

Jazzy: No school was close enough to our farm so Mama taught us three younguns around the eatin’ table. I didn’t like arithmetic so much but I liked history and geography. All those faraway places sounded excitin’.

Mac: Ah, the adventurous type. What else do you like? Are you a pet person?

Jazzy: Back on the farm when I was young, we always had a dog or two. Just mutts really but they were good watch dogs. Papa said animals had to pull their weight. But me, I wanted a little canary to sing me sweet songs as I awoke in the mornings. Soon as I find a place to settle, I’m getting me one.

Mac: Do you have any hobbies?

Jazzy: I think I’d like a hobby and probably be real good at it. The ladies at Miss Veronica’s always said I was a quick learner and I surely knew how to spruce up a dress.

Mac: LOL well, that’s one hobby I never could pick up. I can’t sew on a button. What are your reading tastes?

Jazzy: When I was a girl, I loved stories by Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. Now, I mostly read the penny dreadfuls for the adventure stories.

Mac: Oh, yeah. Great romances, and the penny dreadfuls are romantic in their own way. And speaking of romance, what attracts you first to a man?

Jazzy: You mean, other than the size of his billfold? Oops, that was my old life. In my new life, I will look for a strong man, confident in what he does, and one who knows how to laugh. Lordy, I’ve been through enough sad times and now I’m lookin’ for some fun.

Mac: In your new life? Okay, maybe you should tell us a little more about your story.

BLURB for Capturing The Marshal’s Heart:

Ex-prostitute Jazzy Morgan wants a respectable future and boards a stagecoach heading west. US Marshal Slade Thomas is on the trail of a bank robber and gets a jolt when he realizes he’s sharing the stage with three women who fit the description on the wanted poster.  A lawman is the last man Jazzy should pursue but the experience of making her own choices leads to a night of passion. The next day, bandits strike and kidnap the women, leaving Slade with no choice but to follow the stagecoach tracks to a secluded cabin. But when he’s faced with going after the escaped bandit or saving a gunshot Jazzy, Slade has to decide between his duty and his heart.


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As a child, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about characters having exciting adventures in places far away. Upon reaching a landmark birthday, she decided to write one of those romances she loved so much. Easier said than done. Perseverance paid out and twelve years later, she received her first call from a publisher and a confession story was published. Now Linda writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor, and many have a tie to her previous home of Texas.

Linda currently lives in the southern California mountains with her husband of 34 years and their two much-loved dogs, Shiba Inu Keiko and terrier mix Phoenix.

Howdy ya’ll!

LOL I’ve always wanted to speak with a Texas twang. It makes me want to go yank on a pair of pink cowboy boots, hop on a frisky mare, and ride off into the sunset. So, why the cowboy love fest, you ask? I simply can’t help myself! Recently, I was lucky enough to receive an advance copy of THOSE VIOLET EYES by Vonnie Davis, part of the Honky Tonk Hearts series from The Wild Rose Press. Each book in the series centers around The Lonesome Steer, a honky tonk on the outskirts of Amarillo. 

All I can say is, Yee-haw!!! If THOSE VIOLET EYES is any indication of the quality of the others in the series, I can’t to wait read the rest.


You’re going to want to get your hands on Vonnie’s latest release. Not only did I not want to put it down, I didn’t! THOSE VIOLET EYES is one of those in one sitting stories, a contemporary, western romance full of engaging characters, steamy romance, and laughs. My favorite kind of read. Can you tell I’m in the throes of a major book crush? 😉


Anyway, I’m stoked to have the vastly talented Vonnie Davis here today, and she’s brought along a guest! Gus is his name and he runs The Lonesome Steer… Welcome, Vonnie and Gus. So happy to have you here today.

 VONNIE: Thanks for having me, Mac. If I seem a little out of it, we just got home from a week with the grandkids. Too many late nights playing Scrabble and shooting pool with teenagers. I loved every second of it, but I’m beat.

MAC: That’s the best kind of beat, isn’t it? So, did I explain the Honky Tonk Hearts series correctly?

VONNIE: Yes, you did. Lonely hearts seem to gravitate to the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk. Our series tells of the many romances involving these lonely souls, with at least one pivotal scene happening in the bar. I’ve brought the owner and bartender, Gus Rankin along with me today. Isn’t he a handsome fella with that handlebar mustache and those broad shoulders?

MAC: That he is.

GUS winks at Vonnie: Now, darlin’, you said you wouldn’t embarrass me.

MAC chuckles: Hey Gus, as owner of the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, you must have some wild stories to tell.

GUS: Do I ever. I’ve owned the Lonesome Steer for years and years. My little place sets outside Amarillo, Texas along the famed route 66. I’ve seen my share of wandering souls cross my bar and dance floor, don’t think I haven’t. Heck, I even like to think I helped a few find true love along the way. Although I prefer to man the bar, every once in a while I sneak back to my office, take a break in my rickety, leather chair and study the pictures on my bulletin board.

MAC: Pictures?

Gus: My bulletin board is full of pictures of couples that have tossed aside their lonesome hearts and taken a chance on love.

MAC: I couldn’t help but be charmed watching Evie and your nephew, Win together. Their romance bloomed with a few thorns.

GUS: Win, or little Sherwin as I sometimes call him, was taken with her almost from the start. (Gus laughs) Evie, not so much. Once Win was discharged from the Center for the Intrepid and all his grueling physical therapy, he bought a rundown ranch and moved near me. Right off he asked if he could cook at the bar a few nights a week. He wouldn’t come right out and say it, but I think he needed to keep busy so he couldn’t think of the friends he’d lost in the war. Evie worked for me as a waitress for years. No one worked harder than that girl.

MAC: Though she did her best to fight it, I could see why Evie was attracted. I’ve always been a sucker for a man’s man, and despite his injuries, Win certainly is that. Gotta love a military hero.

VONNIE: I think he’s my favorite hero I’ve written so far. Win is an ex-Marine who lost part of a leg and his hearing when his Humvee drove over an IED in Iraq. He was the only survivor and suffers from post traumatic stress disorder.

MAC: Oh my. There’s a picture! *clears throat* Uh, what was Win like as a little boy, Gus?

GUS: Win is my sister’s boy. His father was a shirt-chaser from day one and left the family when Win was nine. Broke the boy’s heart. I stepped in as his father figure. Families do that, you know, especially here in Texas.

MAC: Did he always want to serve his country?

GUS: Win was like a mirror image of me. I cooked at the bar from time to time, so he wanted to learn to cook. Years ago I served in the Marines. Got a few medals he used to like to look at when he was a kid. So, his wanting to follow in my footsteps, however shallow they were, was no surprise. I have a daughter I dearly love, Keira. But Win, in many ways, is the son I never had.

MAC: And you’ve known Evie all her life, Gus. Has she always been so independent minded?

GUS: Life’s handed her some hard knocks. She had a dream of teaching music and was going to college for her degree. Then her momma got sick. Real sick. Cancer. Evie dropped out of college to come home and care for her. On her momma’s deathbed, she made Evie promise to take care of her older brother. Evie was the responsible one of the family. Dooley, her brother, was the perpetual teenager. Never did grow up. Anyhow, Dooley got the ranch and Evie got more hard work heaped on her shoulders.

MAC: You seemed pretty satisfied to see Evie and Win together, Gus. Like a Honky Tonk matchmaker.

GUS: Matchmaker? Me? (Twists one end of his handlebar mustache.) You know, darlin’, I kinda like that title. I do ease people together every now and again. I’ve got a good eye for people who need the darkened angles of their souls filled with the light of love. Evie filled the lonely angles of Win’s shattered soul. She helped remove some of the demons from the war that had a chokehold on my nephew.

MAC: A matchmaker and a poet. *winks at Vonnie* You paint such lovely pictures with your words, my friend. So, will you share an excerpt with us? But before you do, what’s next for you? Anything in the works? And where can we find you?


VONNIE: I have the first two books in a romantic suspense trilogy under contract with The Wild Rose Press. I’m currently working on book three. Each book starts in Paris and eventually moves to another European city. Although each book has a different romantic couple, the same band of terrorists, The Red Hand, create mayhem in all three. I also have an historical novella under contract. None of these projects have been given a release date yet. And—big sigh here—I’m working on a second submission to the Honky Tonk Hearts series, complete with the lyrics to a song I wrote. I love this series and every episode released thus far. What’s neat is to see how different writers take the same guidelines and premise and create something totally unique and memorable.


Keira, Gus’s daughter, tells Evie about the new cook and his war injuries. Then she encourages her to step into the kitchen to introduce herself. And so my excerpt begins….

 Evie charged through the swinging door to the kitchen and skidded to a stop. It couldn’t be.

Although his back was toward her, there was no mistaking the height and broad muscled shoulders.

This mystery nephew of Gus’s was the guy who’d remarked on her eyes. Her stomach did a little twitchy dance, nerves no doubt. She ran her suddenly damp palms over her short skirt and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Win?”

No answer.

She took a couple steps closer and noticed he was washing vegetables under a spray of water.


No reply.

Evie rolled her eyes and stepped behind him, tapping him on the back. The metal strainer

clattered in the sink and a blur of motion barely registered before steely hands gripped her forearms. Oh my God!

      In a flurry of movement, he snatched her off the floor and backed her against the stainless

steel counter. Cold wet hands vised her arms. Her eyes snapped wide and the air whooshed from her lungs when his body slammed into hers.

Win’s eyes were narrowed and his breathing rapid. His jaw clenched while a vein bulged in his forehead. “Don’t do that.”

The man was every inch the warrior, every hard tensed inch. He held her mid-air, so close they were nearly eyeball to eyeball. As his gaze traveled over her face and awareness evidently crept in as to the sex of his attacker, several inches of his frame hardened even more.

Evie swallowed. Oh, good Lord.

He glared and his nostrils flared.

“I…I’m sorry, Win. I called your name, but…but you didn’t answer. I was only trying to get your attention.” Her lips twitched at the humor in the situation—hadn’t Keira told her the man lost part of his hearing? Evidently she’d startled him. Poor soul. She felt a portion of herself return. A portion she’d hidden for so long; that light-hearted part of her soul that teased and cajoled. “Honest, I wasn’t trying to attack you.” She placed an open palm on his defined

pecs and patted. “You’re safe with me, big guy.” Just to rattle him some more, she winked.

Win’s hazel eyes flashed for a second, then he slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You’re not safe with me.”

A shiver galloped pell-mell through her. He smelled of pine soap and musk. His short, spiky,

straw-colored hair tickled her neck when he lowered his head a fraction. Warm lips barely grazed her skin, igniting a sensual fire in her system. Her eyebrows furrowed in question. Had he just kissed her below the ear? It was so brief, so feather light her mind wasn’t sure. Her nipples, though, piped up in confirmation. Hell yeah, he kissed you! Me next, me next!

MAC: LOL Those last two lines make me laugh every time. Okay, ya’ll *wink* from the looks of him, I’m sure Gus won’t mind answering any questions you might have. In the meantime, you can find other great titles by Vonnie at her website link below. Ahem! Storm’s Interlude – Just saying.