Desiree Holt Celebrating 100 Books

I'm Thrilled and Honored to be part of Desiree's celebration. I've read almost all of her 100 books. Her books are one of the reasons I decided to write erotica. :o)

DOWNSTROKE will be available April 8th with Ellora's Cave

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Blurb:

It’s been twenty years since security specialist Charley Roper and country star Dallas Creed had their bitter parting. Now a killer has brought them together again, but neither is ready for a reunion—despite signs that their explosive chemistry hasn’t waned with time. She can’t forget the feel of his hands on her body. He can’t forget the hot touch of her mouth. When they finally tumble into bed, the sex is just as good as they remember, hot enough to singe the sheets. But is it enough? Thrown together during an exhausting, frenzied concert tour, with a killer nipping at their heels, Dallas and Charley find themselves on a hot, suspenseful, erotic roller coaster ride. Can he convince her to trust her heart to him one more time, to reach out for a richer, deeper, more mature love? More importantly—can Charley keep Dallas alive long enough for either of them to enjoy a second chance?

And don't forget about her other books. Here's a HAWT Cougar Book.

HOT TO TROT

Blurb:

Book four of the Cougar Challenge series. Buying a ranch on eBay was the wildest thing Autumn Kelley had ever done. Past forty, she’d pretty much written excitement out of her life. But then she discovers the ranch comes with a foreman who makes her pulse pound and could give her an orgasm just by looking at her. As if that isn’t enough, he has a friend equally as mouthwatering—and the two of them take Autumn on an erotic trip that outdoes any fantasy she could ever have imagined. If sex with one hot boy toy is fantastic, sex with two at the same time is a whole new level of amazing. But what happens when Autumn inevitably has to come down from the orgasmic high?

Excerpt:

An Excerpt From: HOT TO TROT Copyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2009 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. Chapter One Dear blog friends, Okay, I’ve done it this time. What we talked about at the erotic romance convention? Totally changing our lives? I know I’ve always been the safe one. The prim and proper one. The one who held back. But we agreed to make a change and wait until I tell you the change I made. I bought a ranch on eBay! That’s right. A cattle ranch in South Central Texas. Cashed in everything I had, sold my condo, quit my job and headed for Bypass, Texas. And let me tell you, a more fitting name for a bump in the road could never be found. But I got to the ranch, finally, and I nearly turned around and left. The pictures on eBay must have been taken someplace else because the ranch is the sorriest broken-down place you’ve ever seen. I barely was able to find one bedroom to stash my gear. It does, however, have Mitchell Brand, the former foreman who would make anyone’s mouth water. I could barely keep from drooling. Six foot four of hot hunkitude, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, a rugged face and a body that you itch to run your hands over. So my experience is limited. So what? I’d be more than a willing student to this guy. I took him to dinner in the nearest big town, to discuss business of course—quit laughing—and all I wanted to do was lose myself in those eyes. That and rip his clothes off. Yeah, that’s right. Prim and proper me wants to have hot sex with the man of everyone’s dreams. I know one thing. The ranch might be a mess but with Mitchell Brand there I’m in the right place. Stay tuned. Autumn * * * * * No one had ever told her South Central Texas was hotter than any place in hell. Even with the air conditioner on—and thank god it was a new one—Autumn Kelley still felt beads of perspiration on her skin. She swiped at her forehead with her arm and brushed back the few strands of honey-blonde hair that had come loose from the ponytail holder. Bypass, Texas had turned out to be just that, a wide place in the road that people passed by, little more than an intersection with a combination gas station-general store-diner. And the ranch! Oh yes. Sweetgrass Ranch. Where she planned to start her new life, amid the cows and horses and young—but not too young—cowboys. She could hardly believe she’d been the successful bidder on eBay, scrambling to get the cash before the seller changed his mind, or went to the next bidder. The day she drove down the bumpy gravel road, more than a week ago and saw it in its too, too awful flesh she wanted to cry. Or maybe slit her throat. The buildings and land were in terrible disrepair, the few cattle and horses wandering aimlessly around not much better. It was so far from what she’d bargained for. What she’d spent a huge chunk of money for. All she could think at that first glimpse was, What the hell do I do now? Had she lost her everlovin’ mind? A lone pickup, covered with dust, was the only vehicle in the parking area. Any hope it might belong to Henry McClain, the rat who’d swindled her into buying this place, disappeared when she remembered he’d told her he wouldn’t be there. Probably off on some island spending my hard-earned money. Of course, no one buys a ranch on eBay unless they’re nuts, right? But she’d needed a change so very desperately. If she hadn’t pushed herself to go to that erotic romance convention, she might never have broken out of her shell. She’d still be dating men who just as often as not, couldn’t get it up, and didn’t believe sex and imagination belonged together. She’d be hiding from the world in her sterile condo and working at a job she hated. Never have had the courage to take this leap of faith. At forty-one she was stuck in a holding pattern, unable to move back, too chicken to move forward. Just like, in many ways, the women she’d met at the convention. They were all about the same, gravitating toward each other as if drawn by invisible strings. She’d felt very lucky to hook up with them. They made her want more from life than she had. The last day, giddy with their new friendships and probably one too many margaritas, together they’d made a pact. Each of them would do something totally out of character to give her life color and excitement, to embrace sexual experiences they’d only read about until now. To test the waters with younger men who would certainly have more staying power than the men they were all used to. To not only push the boundaries but maybe erase them completely. One of the women who happened to be internet savvy even set up a blog where they could post about what they chose to do and keep in touch with each other. Empowered by the doors unlocked that she’d kept shut for years, she’d come home and plunged ahead. And in the months during which their friendship had strengthened, she’d gathered the courage to take a leap of faith. But the beginning had almost been the end. She sighed, stretching her tired muscles, as that first day slammed into her again. * * * * * Looking at the ranch when she pulled up next to the house she thought, Holy shit. What am I getting myself into? Buildings in a sad state of disrepair. A few scrawny cattle nibbling in the pasture nearest the house. Two horses swishing flies with their tails in the corral. She wanted nothing more than to get her hands on Henry McClain. She climbed out of the SUV, brushed a few stray hairs away from her face and straightened her shorts and tank top as best she could. Henry had told her the ranch hands were keeping the place running, no worries. She had all the legal papers in a folder in the SUV. All she had to do was find someone, introduce herself and take over. Yeah, right. And then she caught sight of a hunk straight out of the wettest wet dream, the most mouthwatering specimen of manhood she’d ever laid eyes on, heading toward her from the barn. She hoped this was the foreman Henry had mentioned. Mitchell Brand. Just looking at him was enough to make her nipples twinge and her crotch dampen. Ohmigod! I hope he’s planning to stay. Wait. I’ll find a way. She was already composing an email in her head to the ladies. Well over six feet, with broad shoulders, lean hips and a build she could tell was solid muscle beneath the dark t-shirt and worn jeans that clung to every line of his body. Most of his face was shadowed by the brim of the western hat he wore but she could still see the square line of his jaw. The first thing she thought was, I wonder how old he is. On legs only slightly unsteady she walked across the gravel to meet the man, holding out her hand. “Hello. I’m Autumn Kelley, the new owner of Sweetgrass Ranch.” The sensuous mouth broke into a grin and a laugh rumbled up from somewhere deep inside him. “Mitchell Brand. Mitch. Good old Henry didn’t tell me that A. Kelley was a woman. And a gorgeous one at that.” Autumn made a face. “Good old Henry and I never met in person and I’m sure he didn’t care what I looked like.” “Tell me.” If she could have seen his eyes clearly she was sure they would have been looking her up and down. “Is it true you bought this place on eBay?” She sighed. “Yes. What gave me away, the idiot sign on my forehead?” Mitch Brand chuckled. “No, darlin’, not at all. It’s just that…” “It’s just that no one in his or her right mind would buy this place, right?” Autumn swallowed back the bitter taste in her mouth. “But I’m here, for better or worse. And it sure looks like ‘worse’ is the operative word.” “Well, then. Welcome to…” His grin widened. ”What’s left of Sweetgrass Ranch.” “Thank you. I think.” She looked around. “Where are the others? I don’t see anyone else here.” “Others?” She could hear the amusement in his voice. “Darlin’, I’m the only one here. Everyone else took their shit and split.” Darlin’? Oh, right. She was in Texas. He probably called every woman darlin’. The feel of his calloused palm against her softer one sent tingles the length of her arm. Still, she snatched her hand back from his and tucked both hands in her shorts pockets. It wouldn’t do to jump him five minutes after she met him. Would it? “I was assured by Mr. McClain that there was a full crew and this was a functioning ranch,” she told him. “He guaranteed me of that.” This time Mitch Brand threw back his head and laughed, a full-throated sound. “I’ll just bet he did. He said he’d find a sucker on eBay and I guess he did.” Heat crept up Autumn’s already hot cheeks. “You think that’s funny? You don’t see me laughing, do you?”“ With an effort he collected himself. “Henry’s been trying to unload this place for a year. Didn’t put a single penny into it. No self-respecting buyer would touch it.” “But the pictures,” she protested. “They were gorgeous.” She looked around. “Cattle everywhere. Men on horses.” The sick feeling in the pit of her stomach was growing worse by the minute. “Taken three years ago,” he explained. “I told Henry that would get him into trouble but would he listen to me? Not one word. And don’t think you can find him. He lit out of here the minute your check cleared the bank.” Autumn could feel perspiration gathering on her skin again. She felt hot, clammy and sticky and at a loss how to deal with her situation. “So why are you still here? Why didn’t you leave with the others?” He cocked his head, a grin of amusement still tugging at his mouth. “Well, darlin’, I’m in a little different position from the other guys who worked here. I made a good living as foreman of the ranch and I have a solid savings from my rodeo days. I can afford to take my time about my next move, so I decided to hang around and see who showed up. See if I wanted a part of it.” “A part of it,” she repeated slowly. “What exactly does that mean?” “First of all, let’s get out of this sun. It’s as hot as hell without burning up at the same time.” He took her arm and led her toward the porch, gesturing toward two ratty chairs. “Have a seat.” “You haven’t answered my question yet,” she pointed out. “All right, then. I will.” He tipped his hat back and she could finally see his face, a heart-stopping sight. Piercing blue eyes looked out at her from beneath enviously thick lashes, as dark as his hair. Deep trenches carved into his cheeks, giving his face an even more rugged look and tiny lines from the sun bracketed his eyes. He was definitely all male and as sexy as sin. For the first time in her life, Autumn wanted to leap at a man, tear off his clothes and hers and shout, “Fuck me!”