My very good friend D’Ann Lindun has another GREAT western romance hitting the shelves. This time her book comes in the form of an anthology with five other western writers.

Can I get a Yee-Haw??

Cowboy Proud

from Cowboy Up 2
Tagline:  She left town to
chase her dreams… He stayed and ignored his… Can they find their dreams
Blurb: All Madeline Harper
ever wanted was to escape the tight fences of Black Mountain, Colorado. Nothing
would stop her from pursuing her goals–not a devoted boyfriend or infant son.
Leaving everything behind, she landed her dream job as a Western
Girl jeans model. Her sister’s wedding is the only thing that can entice
her home. What she learns upon her return shakes her to the core…and changes
For the last five years Shan Ellis’ life has consisted of taking
care of his son and being a cowhand on his parents’ ranch. He scarified
everything to be a single dad. College. A career. Girls.  Now, the one
woman he can’t forget is back in town. Can he take a chance, and risk his
heart, or steer clear and never know what might have been?
His lips covered hers in a way that left no doubt to his
intentions—he was going to make her his tonight. She opened under his forceful
assault and his tongue plundered her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon or
peppermint. She didn’t know which, or care. All that mattered was the way his
lips and tongue tortured hers until she couldn’t think straight.
When he tested the weight of her breasts in his palms, her nipples
peaked and pressed against her satin bra. To give him access to them, she slid
back until her back was against the door. He covered her body with his bigger
one, feet on the floor, stuck under the steering wheel.
She moaned into his mouth.
He responded by releasing her lips. “Damn. How the hell did we ever
fit in here?”
 “We didn’t.” She giggled.
“But we didn’t care back then.”
“I seem to remember this a different way.” His voice was low, husky
and so full of need it sent shock waves straight between her legs. Before she
could react, he flipped their positions. He sat in the seat with her straddling
him. Reaching alongside the seat with his right hand, he moved the seat back
far as it would go.
 “That’s a little better. Now
there’s just one more problem.”
 “You have on too many
clothes.” He reached for the buttons on her blouse. In seconds he’d bared her
breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he pulled deep. Madeline arched into the
sensation of his lips and tongue caressing her nipple.
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and held him in
place as he sucked. With his free hand, he covered her other breast, squeezing
the nipple between his first and second fingers.
Her stomach clenched and she thrust her pelvis toward his.
 “That works better without
clothes,” he said against her breast.
Together, they worked her jeans from her hips and legs.
 “How did we ever do this?”
she muttered, kicking off her boots.
 “I don’t know. Getting naked
used to seemed easier.” Shan wiggled out of his own jeans, shorts and boots.
He reclaimed her mouth, his hands covering both breasts. Using his
thumbs, he flicked her nipples until they stood at attention. She arched again,
her head thrown back. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
No one had ever made her feel like Shan.
More than the way his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her skin,
it was the way his soul touched hers that felt so right.
She whimpered and pressed her lips to his. He opened his mouth and
darted his tongue inside. Their tongues twisted together in a mating ritual old
as time. Familiar as yesterday.
She spread her legs, the hair on his thighs tickling hers. She slid
forward, rocking her pelvis against his erect cock.
He moaned into her mouth.
She lifted her hips and he slid his hand between them, cupping her
feminine mound. His thumb circled her clit until she gasped.
Reaching down, she clasped his cock. For a moment, she held him,
teasing. Hard to believe such soft skin could be so hard underneath. She ran a
tentative stroke along the underside, to his balls and back to the tip. A
shudder ripped through his entire body.
She wrapped her fist around him and stroked.
With each slow, steady tug he seemed to grow larger. Harder.
He slid one, then two fingers inside her, sliding his thumb over
her clit. He spread his fingers wide. “You’re so wet.”
She nipped his jaw. “Oh, God, Shan.”
 “Feel good?” he said in her
ear. “I can make it better.”
His sexy words caused her wet walls to clench around his fingers.
He tipped his fingers forward and pushed deep.
With a muffled cry against his neck, she came, riding wave after
wave. Finally the tremors subsided.
Brushing her hair back, he kissed her deep.
The pointed tips of her nipples brushed the hair on his chest, the
feeling one of the most erotic things she’d ever experienced. When his work
roughened fingers brushed over the extended points, an aftershock hit her.
 “You have protection?” she
managed to gasp.
Buy: Amazon
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!
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