“Rough Stock will take you for a ride that will make you wish you were there… I was totally taken by this beautifully told story of romantic, youthful love that becomes the love that every person ever dreams about… Rough Stock definitely kept me reading into the night.” Judy King, Veiled Secrets Reviews, 5 Dragons
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“Menage isn’t difficult to find nowadays, but menage with heart is an entirely different story-literally. …after reading Rough Stock, my expectations have been taken up a notch… Definitely check this one out!” Read More
Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews
The heart wants what it wants…
Bronc riders Mason and Clay have shared both good times and bad as best friends, but they never expected to share their boss’s daughter, April. Can two friends love one woman, body and soul, without it destroying them?
The heart wants what it wants. For April that means not choosing between the two cowboys she loves, no matter how wrong it may seem inviting them both into her bed.
Life sends the three lovers in opposite directions, but a devastating injury brings them all together again. Their relationship now is no less bittersweet—or complicated—than before. Once severed, old ties leave scars that are tough to heal…
This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.
Warning: When you choose a man who thinks 8 seconds is a long time, perhaps you need two of them. In other words: Watch out, this book contains hot ménage sex with two cowboys and the woman they love.
Hello all,
Things are changing in my career and my life. The purchase of my publisher Linden Bay Romance by Samhain Publishing means lots of changes. One is the re-release of my best selling cowboy menage ROUGH STOCK. It’s been expanded with added content (I added a much requested epilogue so readers will finally know what happens to the threesome after the story ends), it’s been re-edited, has a shiny new cover and is available in eBook from Samhain September 11th. As per Samhain’s standard paperback release schedule, the print version will mostly likely be available sometime next year.
For those of you who have already read and enjoyed ROUGH STOCK, please recommend the newly released version in eBook to a friend. It will be available later today at Samhain’s My Bookstore and More, and soon added to the stores of other eRetailers (All Romance eBooks, Books on Board, Fictionwise, Amazon for Kindle, etc.) There is an all new excerpt posted, and the new cover and revised blurb is above.
Enjoy.
Cat
FIREWORKS
by Cat Johnson
An exclusive ARe FREE READ
It’s the Fourth of July and the last thing Brad wants to do is attend leadership school over the holiday. How could the Army think it was a good idea to schedule training in Georgia in July? When his roommate Joe suggests they go see the fireworks and they run into Mary Jo, Joe’s first love there, Brad soon realizes things are only going to get a whole lot hotter. Especially once he discovers that Joe likes to share.
New review for UNRIDDEN, my contemporary cowboy menage.
“… This book was a pleasure to read. The bullriding scenes were right on and the sex scenes, well……they were, too! A good book, worth the time to read it. Ms. Johnson does know her cowboys!”
Reviewed by Nancy Eriksen, ParaNormal Romance Reviews
UNRIDDEN
eBOOK AVAILABLE MAY 26th from Linden Bay and MBaM
Excerpt PG17
“You wanna go over the notes we made in your book some more?”
“No,” she answered Mustang simply, noticing Slade’s eyes rarely left her.
Mustang ran a hand down her arm. “Why not? Because of what I said? I told you I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when it comes to romance novels. Don’t listen to me.”
She scowled. “No, you’re right. It stinks.”
“It doesn’t stink. It just…”
Jenna interrupted Mustang. “It doesn’t matter because even if I can come up with a better story idea and get it written before the deadline, you still said the sex sucks.”
“You said the sex sucks?” Slade accused Mustang.
Looking uncomfortable, Mustang turned to Slade. “I didn’t say that.”
“But it’s what you meant.” Jenna pouted.
“No, it wasn’t.” He shook his head.
“It’s okay, Mustang, it’s true.” Jenna sighed again. “My sex scenes are boring.”
“I wouldn’t say boring…” Mustang began.
“No, it’s fine. That is exactly what one reviewer wrote. Boring.” Jenna snorted out a bitter laugh.
Mustang ran a finger up and down her arm until she looked at him again. “Not boring. Just…two-dimensional. The mechanics are there but all the other stuff is missing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What other stuff?”
He grinned. “All the good stuff.”
“I need a little more than that, Mustang.” Jenna scowled. She felt more frustrated than she’d been in a long time. In so many ways.
“Come here.” Mustang held both of his hands out to her. She hesitated, then stepped forward, into his arms. He pulled her closer and said, “Good. Now, close your eyes.”
Jenna swallowed hard and did as she was told.
She sensed Mustang moving even closer. When he spoke he was near enough to her face she could smell the beer he’d drank at the bar. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Nervous. Horny. All things she felt but wasn’t willing to admit aloud. Maybe that wasn’t what he meant. “I’m not sure what you want me to say. I don’t know what you mean.”
“Okay, I’ll go first, then it will be your turn.” Mustang took a deep breath before he spoke again. “I can smell your shampoo. It’s something fruity but nice, light. I can see the pulse pounding in your throat. Fast. Mmm. I like I make your pulse race, darlin’.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she managed to say.
He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t. Okay, what else? I can feel you shaking a little bit—I like that too. And your lip gloss…” His tongue tickled her lips and her eyes flew open at the contact. He pulled back just enough to say, “It tastes like berries. See, darlin’? Smell, sight, touch, taste. That’s what is missing in your book. Sex is more than just body parts.”
Oh my God. Jenna felt her lower parts heat. She was so aroused at this point if he even touched her she would come right there on the spot. This cowboy ten years her junior, most likely a player who had a different girl in his bed each night, knew more about not just sex but sensuality than she did.
She glanced over to where Slade still silently watched them, glass in hand, a tempting erection clearly outlined in his jeans. Jenna swallowed hard and looked back at Mustang as he spoke to her again.
“Now your turn, darlin’. Close your eyes.”
Jenna frowned. “You were allowed to keep your eyes open.”
Mustang grinned down at her from so close his impressive erection pressed into her hip. Judging by the physical evidence, it seemed the arousal was equally spread all around among the three of them.
As she fought the urge to reach down and touch Mustang and feel what had inspired his name for herself, he nodded his head. “Yes, I did keep my eyes open, but I’m better at this than you are. You need all the help you can get. You can skip the sight part and just do the other senses. Now, eyes closed.”
With a scowl, Jenna let her lids shut. Mustang’s hand moved from her arm for a moment, then returned, right before a second hard body pressed close against her back and another pair of arms slid around to envelop her from behind.
Slade. He laid two large hands firmly upon her body, pressing one very low over her quivering stomach, and the other slightly higher, just below her breast.
“What do you feel, darlin’?” Mustang whispered, his breath warming her throat where it touched even as a shiver ran through her.
Heart pounding, Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can feel your breath, warm against my skin, tickling my throat.”
Jenna sensed Mustang smile. “Good. What else?”
“I can feel Slade’s heart beating against my back. He smells like a mix of whisky and something else, something fresh and clean. It’s either soap or deodorant, maybe, but it’s nice. And I feel him…his…you know…pressing into me.”
Slade drew in a sharp breath. She’d give anything to reach back and touch him. All of him. Jenna satisfied herself with laying her one hand over his and, making the boldest move she’d ever taken, guided it up and over her breast. He released a shaky burst of air, then Mustang’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What else, darlin’?” Mustang continued.
This is it. Now or never. Jenna took the plunge and let one hand stray down between them, pausing in the vicinity of his erection.
“I can feel you against my hip. You’re hard…” she swallowed, then continued, “and big.” Not circus freak big, which is kind of what she had been afraid of when contemplating this threesome, but definitely bigger than the average man.
Mustang’s deep laugh vibrated through her, as did his voice, low and husky as his mouth hovered near her face. “Ah, darlin’, you are right about that. I am both. Very. You think you can handle it?”
“Please. I’m not one of your eighteen-year-olds. I’ve got toys under my bed bigger than you.” Jenna put on an exaggerated scowl, playing with him.
Mustang’s deep chuckle reverberated through them both. “Good to hear, darlin’.”
UNRIDDEN
Studs in Spurs, Book 1
Excerpt (G)
“So? What did you think?”
Much like an accused man watches the faces of the jury returning with a verdict, Jenna Block held her breath as she studied her literary agent’s expression and tried to determine the answer to her question.
Marge Collins of the Collins Agency had a reputation for not pulling any punches. Swallowing hard, Jenna guessed Marge’s tightly pursed lips and hesitation were not good signs. She had a feeling her delicate writer’s ego was about to get a lesson in humility.
The manuscript sat on the desk between them like an eight-hundred-pound gorilla. Her agent sighed. Another bad sign.
Suddenly feeling like a child seated in front of the wide desk, Jenna straightened her spine. Was her chair lower than Marge’s? That sneaky, power-grabbing ploy on the part of her agent wouldn’t surprise Jenna one little bit.
Marge peered over top of her reading glasses. “Jenna, there’s really no market for straight contemporaries right now.”
Jenna frowned, confused. She’d assumed the sale of this book would be a slam dunk.
“There was a market last year when you sold my last straight contemporary. In fact, you had no trouble selling my last three novels.”
Marge nodded. “You’re right, but the trend in the industry has shifted.”
“In under a year?”
“That’s why it’s called a trend, I guess.” She shrugged.
Biting her lower lip, Jenna tried to digest the idea of totally scrapping the novel she’d spent a considerable portion of the last year writing and starting fresh with a new one. In a different genre, no less. The thought had her stomach twisting with dread. How in the world was she going to write a new book and get it sold before this apparently fickle and ever-changing romance market shifted yet again?
Hesitantly, Jenna asked, “So, what is the new trend?” Please don’t say historical romance. She absolutely loathed research; one reason why she wrote only contemporaries.
Marge leaned back and steepled her fingers. “The publishers want cross-genre, out of the box stories.”
What the hell did that mean? Panicked, Jenna did her best to keep her expression neutral. “Okay, like what for example?”
“Well, I just sold an erotic, multi-partner, paranormal romance with elements of bondage about pirate vampires in space.” Marge waited expectantly, as if Jenna would leap up and say that she had written a book just like that and had it stashed under her bed.
Jenna sat perfectly still, hoping her face didn’t show her horror. Bondage issue aside—how did one research that subject—her brain stalled on visions of her brother hiding the remote control and making her watch agonizing hours of the SciFi Channel on television when they were kids.
Science fiction. Ugh. Was she destined to now spend her days penning tales of horny vampire space pirates?
Jenna swallowed the ever-growing lump in her throat. “Um, anything else selling?”
Marge shuffled a few pages on the desk. “There is a publisher who put out an open call for submissions for their new cowboy line of romances.”
Cowboys. Okay, she could do cowboys.
“Space pirate cowboys?” Jenna probably asked that last question with a bit more attitude than was wise considering her writing career and the fate of her future manuscripts were in this woman’s hands.
Eyes narrowed, Marge pursed her lips but answered her anyway. “No. Regular cowboys.”
“Contemporary or historical?” Jenna could fake knowing about cowboys. She’d just have them wear jeans and boots and chew on a piece of hay or spit tobacco or something. However, writing about the old west would require actual research. Even if Jenna had the desire, she didn’t have the time for that. A writer was only as good as her most recent book and too much time had already passed since her last release.
Marge finally ended Jenna’s suspense. “Any genre is fine, so long as it has a cowboy theme.”
That was good news at least. Still overwhelmed by the idea of starting over from scratch, Jenna let out a sigh. “When’s the deadline for submissions?”
Marge glanced down at the paper in her hand and cringed. “A month and a half from now.”
“A month and a half!”
“Can you do that?” Marge raised one eyebrow dubiously.
With a romance convention coming up out west, book signings scheduled, on top of radio interviews and a virtual tour online to various chats and blogs, Jenna had countless other things to do over the next few weeks besides plotting out and completing this new book. She wasn’t a slow writer, but she wasn’t super fast by any means. “What length are they looking for?”
Again, Marge consulted the paper that had delivered more bad than good news so far.
“They want between fifty and sixty thousand words. And they’re looking for stories that are fun and light in tone.”
Jenna snorted out a laugh. “Fifty thousand words in a month and a half on top of everything else I have going on? It’s going to be light. Don’t worry about that.” She sure as hell didn’t have time to do heavy, though she doubted anything about this would be fun.
Rising from her seat, Jenna let out an overly loud breath. “I guess I better go home and get started.”
There went her plans for some retail therapy in the stores while she was in the city for the day. She would have to hop right on the next train and get back to her laptop at her condo in the suburbs.
Marge pushed Jenna’s manuscript across the desk. “Don’t forget this.”
Jenna eyed the sheaf of papers with sudden, undeserved hatred. “Don’t you want to keep it, just in case?”
“I guess I could try to dump it on one of the smaller, indie e-publishers. Most of them don’t pay advances, but it’s better than nothing. Send me the electronic file when you get home and I’ll see what I can do.”
Dump it. Great.
Jenna forced a tight, and far from sincere, smile. “Thanks, Marge. You’re a sweetheart.”
“No problem, Jen. See you in six weeks.”
Marge slid her glasses back up her nose and turned her attention to the next stack of papers on her cluttered desk. Apparently Jenna had been dismissed. Stifling a groan, she mumbled a goodbye and gladly retreated from the office.
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UNRIDDEN
Studs in Spurs, Book 1
By Cat Johnson
A contemporary cowboy ménage
When country boys meet a city girl, everyone is in for a wild ride.
Studs in Spurs, Book 1
Slade Bower and Mustang Jackson are living the high life on the professional bull-riding circuit. The prize money is big, the bulls are rank, and the women are willing. But something is missing.
For Slade, waking up in a different city with a different woman each morning is holding less and less appeal. Even Mustang’s creative attempts to shake things up don’t help. Then along comes a big-city author who’s like nothing they’ve ever encountered. Something about her makes Slade sit up and take notice—and Mustang is always up for anything.
Romance writer Jenna Block has a problem: her agent thinks a cowboy book will jump start her career. A born New Yorker, Jenna doesn’t do cowboys, not on paper, and definitely not in real life. Luckily for her there are two cowboys ready, willing and able to take her out of her comfort zone in every way that counts…and some ways she hadn’t counted on.
Warning: This story contains two hot cowboys, one very lucky woman, hot ménage sex, and lots of bull.
eBOOK AVAILABLE MAY 26, 2009
