Ride Your Luck by KC Kendricks


(Modern cowboy)

Regan Oakley’s luck ran out. After a stint in rehab, he’s putting his life back together without the booze. What he thinks is an old friend’s charity is really a plea for help. There’s trouble at the Bar RC Ranch and the friend’s son is in the middle of it. Regan takes one look at Wythe Carver and knows that young man isn’t the only one with his world turned upside down.

Wythe Carver’s life took a strange turn. Suspected of murdering the ranch foreman, he’s hanging on, one day at a time. The person who could alibi him has disappeared and Wythe can’t find him. To make matters worse, his prize stallion is loose on the range. Complicating his life even more, his father called an old friend to come help out at the ranch. One look at Regan Oakley is all Wythe needs to know it’s going to get hot at night. 

Regan sets out to find the truth of what happened that night at the Bar RC. He’s sure Wythe is innocent, and he’s just as sure he has no business getting involved with the boss’s son. With no solid proof to clear Wythe, Regan needs to ride his luck to get to the truth and keep Wythe by his side.


I hustled a glowering Wythe out the door. The moment it closed behind us he shook me off.
“I’ll do what the hell I want to do about my horse.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You need to learn when to smile, nod, and do what you want to do anyway.”
“Is that what you do, hot shot?”
“When necessary, and it was back there in the kitchen. Now what other tricks does Shorty know?”
Wythe smiled broadly and slowly shook his head.
“Fucking smartass.” I grinned back at him.
We stepped into the dimly lit barn, bumping shoulders and telling each other to fuck-off back and forth. I stopped at Shorty’s stall and made a kissing noise at the dozing beast.
Wythe froze and the sudden look of yearning on his face brought me up short. I glanced around. We appeared to be alone. I kept my voice low.
“Don’t look at me like that, cowboy. You’re my employer’s son.”
He swallowed, the muscles in his neck moving tightly. He licked his lips and my mouth went dry.
“They told me about you, Regan. And they told me you were particular about who you fucked and not to make a run at you because it would put you in an awkward spot since I am John’s son. But you do want me. I felt it back on the patio.”


KC Kendricks


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Stepbrother and Company: A Steamy Forbidden Ménage Romance

If you thought nothing could be more taboo than Stepbrother Summer, you won’t believe what happens in STEPBROTHER AND COMPANY by Giselle Renarde!

After two months of forbidden love at the cottage, Sheree crashes at the townhouse Adam shares with a motley crew of college students. There are no spare rooms, but she doesn’t mind sleeping on the couch. It’ll only be until she finds a job. No big deal, right?

But Sheree isn’t interested in mainstream work. She lounges around all day, tempting her stepbrother and annoying Adam’s rent-paying housemates.

When Adam and his roomies find out about the sordid online business Sheree’s built right under their noses, will they kick her to the curb… or choose to be used?

A steamy stepbrother romance novel including multiple partners and mind-blowing ménage!

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Adam breathed hard as Sheree’s fist slid up and down his dick. “There’s no reason you couldn’t stay with Mom and Dad. You just don’t want to. You’re not my problem.”

“Aren’t I?” Sheree arched on the bed without releasing Adam’s hard-on. Her free hand yanked the crotch of her jean shorts to one side, giving him an explicit view of her peachy shaved pussy. “If I’m not your problem, whose problem am I?”

Adam’s heart raced as he stared unapologetically at his stepsister’s cunt. The muscles in her forearm struggled to keep her cut-offs pulled out of the way. Rough denim pressed against her most tender part. His cock pulsed because, god, he knew that pussy. He knew it well.

“Quit fighting me, Adam.” Sheree inched her wet pussy closer to his dick. “Just shut your face and let me fuck you.”

His cockhead spilled precum across her clit as she rubbed him there. Fuck, that flesh was hot stuff. Pulpy, swollen, juicy, and pink. Who was he kidding? He wanted inside. He wanted to ram his dick into his stepsister’s tight snatch and fuck her brains out. Just the thought of it…

“No, don’t!” She ran her fist up his shaft and squeezed the tip. “Don’t you dare come yet!”

Adam’s body gyrated on the bed. He flopped like a fish trapped in Sheree’s net. “I can’t… I can’t stop it!”

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Release Day - REKINDLED (Dallas Fire & Rescue Book 1)!

So excited! It's release day for REKINDLED, Book 1 in the Dallas Fire & Rescue Series! Can't believe I haven't written a book about a firefighter before, but the hero Jax Malloy is smokin' hot, no pun intended! :) He's not only a firefighter, but he's a cowboy, too. Oh, and he falls for his best friend's sister. Sparks definitely fly in this one! See what I did there? :)

REKINDLED is available at Amazon, B&N, ARe, Kobo, and iTunes.

Things are about to get hot in here...

When firefighter Jax Malloy gets called out to battle a blaze at a hotel in the middle of the night, he doesn’t expect to find the sister of his best friend and fellow firefighter in need of rescuing. He didn’t even know she was back in Dallas.

Skye Chandler has always had a crush on Jax and is ready to be more than friends. All they have to do is survive an overprotective brother who just doesn’t get it, and a psychotic ex-boyfriend who’d rather see her dead than with another man.


“Lieutenant, this is Malloy,” Jax shouted into his radio. “Tory and I are going up the east side stairwell. We have a report of people trapped on the upper floors.”

“Roger that. Watch yourselves up there.”

Running up steps while wearing a self-contained breathing apparatus, helmet, and fire-resistant turn-out suit that weighed an extra sixty pounds wasn’t exactly fun, but as a firefighter, Jax was used to it. He automatically controlled his breathing so he could conserve as much air in his self-contained breathing apparatus as possible, and kept humping up the smoke-filled stairwell. The SCBA gave him a full thirty minutes in ideal conditions, but conditions in a burning building were about as far from ideal as you could get. The fire was already eating through the walls above him, and the ceiling didn’t look like it was far behind. The hotel had ten minutes tops before it was completely devoured by flames.

He and Tory almost tripped over an older man down on his knees on the third-floor landing. His equally older wife was at his side, urging him to get to his feet. The woman’s shoulders sagged with relief at the sight of them.

Jax was all set to help her while Tory assisted her husband, but she waved away his hand.

“There’s a young woman up on the fifth floor. She helped us down, then went back up looking for other people,” she said, her voice hoarse from the smoke. “I can walk down. You go find her.”

Jax glanced at Tory to see him pressing the mask of his air pack against the old man’s face. Splitting up once you went inside a burning building wasn’t smart, but sometimes it had to be done.

“You good?” he asked.

His fellow firefighter nodded. “Go. I’ll get these two down by relay if I have to.”

Giving Tory a nod, Jax sprinted up the stairs. A moment later, he heard Tory’s voice on the radio, announcing he was coming down with two, while Jax was heading up for another.

By the time Jax reached the fifth floor, he knew the chances of finding anyone alive up there were slim. All public places like this were supposed to have sprinklers and water deluge systems, but if the hotel had them, they weren’t working. He could feel the heat from the flames even with all his gear on, and knew the air was getting hot enough to sear lung tissue. He kept going, though. He’d seen miracles too many times to give up on anyone.

Ten steps later, he almost stumbled over a woman lying on the floor. She had a wet bath towel over her shoulders, and another draped over her head. Smart girl, he thought as he crouched down beside her. He was half afraid he was too late, but then the woman coughed. 

Wrapping one arm around her, Jax gently pulled her up into a sitting position, then took off his mask to place it over her nose and mouth, pushing the button on the regulator to dump extra air into it. 

He would have preferred to wait to see if the woman was able to breathe, but he couldn’t risk it. The building could give way any minute. So instead, he got the mask on the girl’s head as well as he could with her long hair, then scooped her into his arms and headed for the stairwell.

The smoke burned his throat like acid as he carried her down the five flights of stairs, but he ignored it. Another crew of firefighters were heading up as he came down, and he gave them a nod as he maneuvered around them, then through what was left of the lobby and out the front door. Damn, fresh air never tasted so good.

“Malloy. Out of the building with one rescue,” he called over his radio as he hurried over to the collection of Dallas Rescue vehicles and regular ambulances set up on the far side of Jacobs street. There were at least a dozen other patients already there, sitting on gurneys or on the ground. Most had oxygen masks on, getting good air into their lungs. Jax saw the older couple he’d left with Tory in the stairwell, but there was no sign of the other firefighter. He’d probably already gone back inside.

Alec McIntyre, one of the paramedics from Jax’s station immediately ran over, a green oxygen tank with a mask kit already attached in his hand. Jax gently placed the woman on the ground, then turned off the valve on the top of his tank and took the big firefighter’s face mask away. Alec quickly replaced it with the smaller medical mask. The woman was aware enough to get her hands around it and press it firmly to her face, breathing deep.

“I’ve got her,” Alec said, already checking the woman for burns and other injuries. 

Jax was about to turn around and head back to the burning hotel when the woman flipped her long, brunette hair aside to fit the oxygen mask more closely to her face. Jax stared, stunned.

“Skye, is that you?” he asked.

He was sure he was wrong even as he said the words. No way could the slim, curvy girl sitting on the curb be the little sister of his best friend and fellow firefighter, Dane Chandler. Three years younger than them, Skye had spent most of their childhood running around behind them wanting to be included in everything they did. He hadn’t seen her in years, not since he’d graduated high school and moved away. Skye had only been a freshman in high school then, all skinny arms, long legs, knobby knees, and sharp elbows.

The woman blinked up at him, her big, blue eyes going wide as they filled with recognition. Damn, it was her. Little Skye had grown up, and even through all the dirt and grime he couldn’t miss the fact that she’d become one hell of a beautiful woman.








Hunky Heroes, Kickbutt Heroines


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New Release ASLEEP IN SCOTTSDALE by Vijaya Schartz

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When Talia runs over billionaire Kyle Dormant with her bicycle in the dog park, she considers their meeting a happy accident. He believes it is destiny, but her physician's mind rebels at such notions. Their budding romance comes to a grinding halt when Kyle won’t wake up from deep sleep... with no medical explanation. Baffled and deeply concerned, Talia digs into his recent past for a plausible cause. Instead, she uncovers dark family secrets. Convinced Kyle's condition was induced, and someone wants him dead, she is anxious to save him, but the closer she gets to the sordid truth… and a possible cure, the greater the risk to both their lives.


“Watch out! Behind you!”
Kyle glanced back. Too late. A big black dog shot out like an arrow, tires burned rubber. A blur of bright pink trampled Kyle. The impact shoved him sideways toward a bench and sent him bouncing up into the grass, in a jumble of limbs, pedals, and bicycle wheels.
“Are you okay?” The voice of an angel.
Kyle shook his head to stop the world around him from whirling.
“I’m so sorry!” The pink blur disentangled itself from him and the bike, her helmet askew. She pulled it off and shook away a cascade of blond hair as she watched the black dog run away across the lawn. “At least, I avoided the poor dog.”
“That’s a relief.” Kyle retrieved his sunglasses from the ground then winced as he stood up and his knee buckled. Righting himself, he blew grass off his twisted Ray-Ban before he slipped them into his breast pocket. Keeping his weight off the busted leg, he struggled to mask his discomfort.
Pink helmet in one hand, the young woman stared up at him through striking blue eyes. She was slim, with exquisite curves under the pink and gray spandex shorts and sports bra... and vaguely familiar. “Are you all right?”
“I’ll be fine.”
The other cyclist, who had stopped at their level, stood astride his bike and lifted his sun visor. “Are you guys okay?”
The gorgeous blond woman waved back. “We’ll be all right. Thanks for stopping.”
The cyclist nodded, pulled down his visor, set his feet on the pedals and rode away, leaning forward to climb the slope.
The blond beauty faced Kyle and held out her hand. “My name is Talia. Talia Beauregard.”
“That’s a pretty name.” Instinctively, Kyle shook the offered hand, enjoying the smooth feel of her bare fingertips beyond the cut leather gloves. “Kyle.” He cleared his catching voice. “Kyle Dormant.”
Concern narrowed her azure eyes matching the clear morning sky. “Are you sure you’re all right? I’m a doctor. I can help.”
“No need. Thanks.” His knee and hip hurt like hell, but he’d never let such a pretty little blonde inspect him for bruises and scrapes... not unless they were both naked. He realized he was staring at her sexy curves and returned his gaze to her face.
Talia broke into a pure, angelic smile. “I’m glad nothing’s broken.”
 Kyle forced his stare to the distorted front wheel at his feet. “I wouldn’t say the same about your bike.”
“Can you believe it’s a brand new bicycle?”
Then he realized where he’d seen her before. In his waking dream, or vision. Her hair had been pulled back, but it was her. The kind face, the blond hair, the striking blue eyes, the sensual lips. No doubt about it. It was the first time one of his visions materialized. How weird.
He gave her a once over. “What about you? Are you sure you’re okay? We took quite a tumble.”
She chuckled. “I’m tougher than I look.” She wrinkled her pretty nose as she lifted the handlebar with one hand, inspecting the twisted front wheel. “I should return it. I think there’s a serious manufacturing defect in the steering column.”
Kyle bit his lower lip not to grin. “Are you certain it wasn’t human error?”
“Of course, I am.” She stared at him, eyes round with offended shock. “The front wheel started wiggling as if it would come loose, and the brakes wouldn’t grip until it was too late. Definitely a mechanical failure.” She dropped the handlebar in frustration, and the shiny, twisted bike fell back onto the grass.
Guilt squeezed Kyle’s gut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” He took her elbow gently and guided her to the nearby bench. “Let’s sit a while.”
She let him lead her and sat, helmet in her lap, shoulders down. She sighed. “That other bicyclist saw I was in trouble. He tried to warn you. Then the dog crossed the path... I barely avoided the poor thing.”
“I saw the dog. He’s fine.” Damn she was lovely.
“Couldn’t you hear me, screaming for you to get out of the way?” The sincerity in her voice stabbed at his guilt.
“I apologize. I couldn’t hear anything with my music on.” He couldn’t help but think about his vision. Why had he seen her face smiling at him? And he’d wanted to kiss her... like he did now. It had to mean something. He wanted to know more about her.
She glanced back toward the broken bike. “Now, my day is ruined.”
He smiled at the dramatic statement. “Not necessarily.”
She rewarded him with a hopeful gaze. “What do you mean?”
Kyle tapped his Apple watch for a GPS map of the area. “I know a quaint breakfast place on Chaparral, a walking distance across Hayden road.” He showed her the tiny map. “Right there. See it? We both could use a break.”
“Actually, that sounds good.” Her smile lit her entire face. “But I insist that it’d be my treat. It’s the least I can do after what I put you through.”
“If you insist.” But Kyle had no intention of letting her pay.

Vijaya Schartz
Romance with a Kick

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