I know many of you out there absolutely loved the old westerns. John Wayne, Matt Dillion and so many more gave us hours and hours of entertainment. Shoot 'em up type westerns, the hero saves the heroine, saves the ranch, saves the town--you know what I mean. I loved watching the old westerns on Sunday afternoon with my dad. Roy Rogers and Dale Evans. The Durango Kid. Gene Autry. Those were the real men. They loved the ladies, their horse and their piece of land and not necessarily in that order. Crafting the perfect cowboy hero is my goal.
One of my favorite places to visit when I lived in Colorado many years ago, was an old ghost town they transported building by building to a new location. It was so cool to be able to look at the small shack and imagine myself as the heroine and a sexy, rugged, cowboy would ride in and save me from my life of dispair because my parents had died and left me alone. (Yes, I have a good imagination. It's important since I write romance and mostly cowboy romance.) Or being a dance hall girl so misunderstood. I might have had to work in the saloon for one reason or another, but always dreamed of being taken from that life by a handsome cowboy.
Our modern day lives leave us very little time to drift away into the land of day dreams so we must grasp onto those small times when we can lose ourselves in a story crafted by an author with a special gift. The special gift is being able to weave a story so involved and so good, we have to keep reading and keep reading until the book is finished no matter what time of the night it is.
A wonderful hero has to be sexy, good-hearted, loyal, can only love the one special woman in his life and a great lover. The heroine must be gorgeous (at least in the eyes of the hero), kind, loving, understanding and loves the hero unconditionally. With divorce rates at all time highs, we need to find a little bit of our hero or heroine in the person we've chosen to live our lives with. Take the time to explore new things together whether it be a new television show, a new landmark you've found or even a new way to stroke or touch your special person.
Take a moment to drift into a daydream whether it be your lunch break, right after dinner or right before bed. We all need to dream.
I know I don't blog on her near like I should, but with everything going on, I can't seem to find the time to pee, much less keep up with the daily duties of being an author.
Anyway, I wanted to let you all know my newest cowboy story will be released on 3/16/11 with Secret Cravings Publishing.
I love this cover! Of course, the incredible Jimmy Thomas on the cover, you can't go wrong.
You can read the blurb at excerpts at www.secretcravingspublishing.com/SandySullivan.html
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That’s what begins it all in The Yearning, my just-released erotic paranormal romance. The stakes are high for Jasmine and get even higher for Mike, a stranger she meets at a club. Together, they’re in for the ride of their lives, including passion, danger, and a love like nothing they’ve known.
Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to show you what I mean:
To break this curse, they’ll have to turn the heat up. Way up.
Jasmine Dante prowls Key West’s nightlife, fighting a losing battle against a jealous rival’s curse that forces her to seek carnal pleasure, no matter the danger. Weakened from lack of sleep, driven by insatiable lust, she spots a man who stirs her desperate craving, and begins yet another dance of seduction.
Except the dark stranger who returns her direct stare is no ordinary lover. Inside his powerful body lies a raw sexuality that just might be enough to break her curse. There’s only one way to find out: imprison him in her bed and feed on his passion.
Former U.S. Marshal Mike Stearn is many things, but he’s no woman’s sex slave. The deadly telekinetic power he ruthlessly suppresses comes alive again at Jasmine’s touch. Beneath her bold, potent sensuality he senses vulnerability and desperation. He may be in handcuffs, but she’s the one who’s enslaved.
As Mike resurrects his power to free himself so he can find the curse’s source and defeat it, Jasmine revels in his masterful rule. Her ravenous yearning evolves into rapture as she surrenders to his hunger, her darkest needs—and the emotional connection that lies beyond. Unless the curse takes her life first…
Warning: Tons of steamy sex, smoldering passion and a to-die-for love story with a hot Alpha hero who finds himself imprisoned by one sultry and desperate babe.
Holding her gaze, his eyes searched. “What’s your name?” Although it shouldn’t have, the question rattled her. She struggled to remember the fake one she and her sisters had concocted, but all her mind gave up were generic and unbelievable choices like Jane Doe or Mary Smith. Flustered and having to say something, she offered her own. “Jasmine Dante.” She transferred the bottle to her left hand and put out her right. “And you are?” “Happy to make your acquaintance, Jasmine.” His large hand covered and warmed hers. A roguish grin crinkled his eyes, mellowing his features. She liked his effortless confidence and calm strength. It awakened memories of how her father had behaved with her mother. His long fingers squeezed gently. The small intimacy reached her soul, leaving her breathless and lighthearted. “So do you go by Happy or do you prefer the more formal Make Your Acquaintance?” He chuckled and released her hand. “Call me Mike.” “Ah, a nickname. I like that, Mike…?” She deliberately made it a question and sipped a bit of the brew, giving him time to add his last name and more. Still regarding her, he did not. Faster than she wanted, her pulse quickened. Unease seeped through her previous comfort. Travis had also offered little, only that he owned a body-piercing shop. He certainly hadn’t confided his violent past. No matter her attraction to Mike or her cruel need, Jasmine couldn’t take another gamble on her safety. Seconds passed as she searched for the right questions to ask to learn as much as she could about him. Perfumed flesh and the smell of beer thickened the air. Animated chatter created a din near the tables. Someone laughed too loud. A woman squealed girlishly. Jasmine handed him the bottle. “Are you a musician?” He enjoyed a sip and shook his head. “Never came close, not even in high school when it’s more or less required to be considered cool.” He appeared amused. “Why would you think I played?” “You seemed very interested in the band. Is that why you’re here tonight?” “I like their sound. What brings you here?” “I thought going out tonight might be fun.” A deeper smile tugged the corners of his rich mouth. “It might be. So, tell me about yourself, Jasmine.” Again, he’d taken command of the conversation. Could he be a cop? He acted like one, never really answering a question. But what about his long hair? Cops didn’t look like that, not even on TV, unless they went undercover in vice. Thoughts racing, she put her forearm on her thigh and leaned nearer to him. “You first. I insist.” “Why?” His gaze dipped to her breasts, then inched back up. “I’m not half as interesting as you.” “Let me be the judge. Please.” Something flickered in his eyes. Confusion? Fascination? At last, he put the bottle on the bar. “My name’s Mike Stearn. I spend my days in front of a computer.” Jasmine tried not to show her surprise. Of all the occupations she might have given him, none would have called for full-time use of a PC. He certainly didn’t look like a programmer or an Xbox junkie. She hazarded a guess. “You’re a novelist?” He laughed, an easy, rumbling sound. “I swear I don’t have a creative bone in my body.” Briefly, she smiled. “Then that only leaves hacker. You’re a computer bad boy?” As his laughter wound down, his broad shoulders relaxed. Resting his arm on the bar, he considered her. “Hardly. I’m an outside consultant for various federal and state agencies.” Law enforcement? Had she been correct in her earlier assessment? Her throat tightened. Not wanting to grill him too obviously, she joked, “Please tell me the IRS isn’t included in your work.” “You cheat on your taxes, Jasmine?” She gave herself to men she didn’t know to relieve her oppressive hunger, putting herself in danger. Tonight’s plan was supposed to end that. “No—but if you could divulge a few tips on how I might get away with it, I’d be forever in your debt.”
As Jasmine’s plan unfolds, Mike realizes it’s something he never anticipated…and that it will forever change their lives.
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My newest cowboy story called Love Me Once, Love Me Twice (Montana Cowboys 1) is now available from Secret Cravings Publishing! Check it out at www.secretcravingspublishing.com/OurBooks.html. You'll fall in love with Cade and Kale and the small town of Red Rock Montana.