July 4, 2014

Cowboys are heating up the summer!

One lady I met when I first started to write is now a multi-published author with a cowgirl attitude. (Can I get a YEE-HAW??) 

Not only does she write of the authentic cowboy and his fading way of life, she also lives the dream!

Please help me welcome D'Ann Lindun and her latest western romance to
The Flames.

Blurb: Afraid to love, Lily Halderman is determined to never feel despair like when she lost her husband to cancer. Left alone to continue their custom farming business, she struggles to stay afloat, both financially and emotionally. Until Will comes along to help with the farm, impressing her with his hard work ethics, and presenting a danger to her heart because he is just the kind of man she could love.
Will Wainwright is running from the pain of the past. Feeling responsible for the death of fellow soldier—the woman he loved—Will takes a job working for Lily, hoping the dawn-to-dusk labor will help him forget his sorrow. But, Lily’s grit and determination to move forward catches him off guard.
Friendship turns to passionbut can they heal one another?

“Make love to me, Will.”
For a moment, she didn’t think he was going to respond. “Are you sure, Lily? Even after what I just told you?”
 “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Placing her hands on either side of his head, she bent forward and brushed his lips with hers. “Now make love to me.”
 “Yes, ma’am.” He pulled her on top of him and circled her waist with his arms, holding her against his big body. He slid his hands down and cupped her behind, sending a shiver rocketing up Lily’s back.
Mounting him, she rocked against his erection pressing against the middle seam of her jeans. Wet heat flooded her and she squirmed against his rigid penis.
She sat up to allow him take off her top; he threw it aside. She unsnapped the buttons on his western shirt and he shrugged out of it. Goosebumps rose on her skin when he undid the front clasp of her plain white bra. With a gentleness that belied his urgency, Will slid the straps from her shoulders, baring her breasts to his hot gaze. Splaying his hands across her upper back, he tipped her forward and took a beaded nipple in his mouth. Lily moaned and dug her fingers into his chest as he sucked deep.
When he changed sides the cool evening air caressed her damp, erect nipple. A wave of unbridled desire washed over her and she pressed her center against the hard length of him again. A moan of dissatisfaction slipped out of her.
He took his mouth from her breast. “That’ll work even better without clothes.”
Uncertain, she hesitated. Should she undress herself first? Or him?
 “Let me.” Will reached for the snap of her jeans. She slid off him and onto her back to wriggle out of her snug Levi’s. After Will helped her, he kicked free of his own boots and Wranglers.
In the dappled moonlight he was magnificent.
Muscled. Masculine. Male.
He settled on top of her, but held his weight off with his elbows.
She swallowed. “Will, I—”
He silenced whatever she planned to say with a kiss. His lips covered hers, prying them open to taste, tease and torment until she gasped. The hair on his chest brushed her erect nipples, making her stomach clench.
Holding himself up with one hand, Will pinched her nipples between his fingers until she thought she’d scream. Maybe she did. She wasn’t sure.
Will settled his weight between her thighs, the tip of his erection prodding her damp opening. He slid a hand between them, over her clit. She did cry out then. And dug her nails into his shoulders.
 “I can’t wait.” She arched her hips. “Please.”
 “Hold on, baby.” He reached for his jeans and withdrew a condom from a pocket. Slipping it over his straining cock, he moved over her again. She lifted her hips and he slid into her in one fluid motion.
 “Oh, God.” Lily wrapped her fingers around his biceps.
 “All right?”
A little uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t be anywhere else at that moment. “Uh-huh.”
He wrapped a hand in her hair and bent her head a little to nip her jaw and neck. Slowly, he moved his hips, until she began to match his pace. The discomfort faded, replaced with pleasure. Little crimps in her lower belly built until she thrust her hips into his, each time a little faster until they met in a frantic heat that led them both to a shattering crescendo in near unison.
“You okay?” he asked near her ear, his breathing harsh.
How to answer? She’d gone to the moon and back. “Perfect.”
 He chuckled. “Good.”
 “Yes, you are.”
His chuckle turned to an outright laugh. “Thank you.”


Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. 

Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. 

Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

D’Ann loves to hear from readers! Please contact her at:

 I hope you'll all join in with a sexy excerpt of your own - and don't forget those buy links! 

Let's scorch a few readers with some HOT Friday FLAMES!


  1. Thank you for having me over today! Yeehaw!!!

  2. Wow...that is hot! Where can I find a cowboy like that??

  3. Happy July 4th! Fireworks and a hot cowboy :) Tweeted.

  4. Happy 4th! I'm with Melissa, I live in the southwest and while I see cowboys, ones that look like the one on your cover are not so common! Tweeted!

    1. you're not looking in the right places!

  5. Holy HOTNESS, D'Ann. LOVE it.


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