Surprise November 2015 Midnight Ride eBook Sale $1.99 USD

Midnight Ride SALEFor the month of November 2015 grab the eBook of Midnight Ride (Midnight Cowboys) for only $1.99 USD! And add the Audible narration for only $2.99 at Amazon US. Catch up with Tyler and the gang in Midnight Ride now before Midnight Wrangler releases November 24th.
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“Packs a powerful emotional punch” Publishers Weekly
“Johnson is a master at pushing boundaries, and the opening of her Midnight Cowboys series is no exception.” RT Book Reviews

Midnight Ride by Cat Johnson

MIDNIGHT RIDE (Midnight Cowboys) Cat Johnson

One bucking bronco…Oklahoma ranch hand Tyler Jenkins is too young, too sexy, and too damn wild to be tied down by any single woman—for more than a few steamy hours…

One hard-working widow…Widowed rancher Janie Smithwick is too busy paying off her debts to play rodeo with a reckless young cowboy like Tyler—no matter how hot he gets her…

One midnight ride they’ll never forget…As a rule, Janie should be dating a man her own age, like her handsome neighbor Rohn—not the twenty-four-year old ranch hand he employs. But once Tyler gets Janie alone—held tight in his arms, pressed against his hard muscled body, burning with desire—the widow realizes that some rules, like broncos, are meant to be broken…

Midnight Ride by Cat Johnson is in Paperback, eBook & Audiobook

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Three Weeks with a Bull Rider

You know Jace Mills from my Oklahoma Nights series. Bull rider. Infamous ladies man. Known for such wisdom as “The best way to get over one woman is to get under another one” and “You don’t go to a boy to do a man’s job“.

You loved to hate him in One Night with a Cowboy and Two Times as Hot, but he’s redeemed and the real Jace exposed, damage and all, in Three Weeks with a Bull Rider.

To celebrate the competition, Kensington has put the eBook of THREE WEEKS WITH A BULL RIDER on a limited time sale at select vendors. Only $2.99 at 

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For 24 hours only, he’s in a head to head HERO vs. HERO competition against another Kensington Publishing hero.Voting closes at midnight tonight (Feb 9).

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Sale runs from February 13 – 17 (more info)

DID YOU KNOW?? That my eBook OLYMPUS, features a Valentines Day themed short titled EROS’S VALENTINE? The God of Love learns a lesson when he plays among the mortals on the day dedicated to him.

ONE NIGHT WITH A COWBOY is $1.99 thru 11/26!

I have some good news! Kensington has put my USA Today bestseller ONE NIGHT WITH A COWBOY on sale for $1.99 at the BN Nook, Apple iTunes, Kobo, & Sony eBookstore websites from November 12th through the 26th. That’s 77% off the eBook list price of $8.99 for 300 pages of my hero Tucker’s cowboy/alpha military man goodness!

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CINDERELLA LIBERTY Excerpt “The Bar Scene” *Rated Spicy!*

Cinderella Liberty

By Cat Johnson

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Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

Uniform Desires Box Set 99 centsCINDERELLA LBERTY EXCERPT (Rated for Mature Audiences Only 18+):

Trish leaned toward Crash in the red vinyl booth and angled her mouth toward his ear. “They’re getting drunk.”

“Yes, they are.” Truth be told, so was Crash. Not exactly drunk, but definitely feeling the effects.

He could get away with nursing one beer, but when the rounds of shots kept coming, it would have seemed suspicious if Crash had refused to partake while he kept pushing them on Zippy.

Still, things were going just as planned. Having the shots before the food arrived only helped his case with Zippy and Dawn. The two were on the dance floor grinding against each other. Only a matter of time now. Crash glanced at his watch. Nearly nineteen-hundred hours.

“What time is it?” Trish hadn’t missed the move. They were both more than conscious of their limited time tonight.

“Almost seven o’clock,” Crash answered.

“I don’t like this Cinderella liberty.” Her pout drew his gaze to her lips.

“Me either.”

Trish let out a deep sigh. “Even if Dawn can keep Danny distracted so he doesn’t want to leave early to go to that club you told me about, we should still leave no later than eleven-thirty to make sure you’re not late. Just in case we hit traffic.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t want to talk about leaving. He also didn’t want to be here in public where he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted.

Then again, the bar was dim, lit by a few hanging lamps and some neon signs. Crash moved his hand to her thigh, hidden by the table in front of them. A sly smile curved her lips as she rested her hand on his leg, then moved it farther up until just the tip of her finger brushed the crotch of his pants.

His eyes widened before he forced his expression to be neutral. If she wanted to play, he could play. He bunched the fabric of her dress and inched it up. His fingertips brushed the warm skin on the inside of her thigh. She drew in a breath and let it out.

In this very public place, while he kept his gaze trained on her brother on the dance floor, Crash pushed higher until he hit the lace of her underwear. She spread her legs just a bit wider and he started to sweat. Hard as a rock now, he was throbbing behind the fabric of his uniform pants while she ran her finger up and down the outline of his length.

Damn, this was a turn on. He had a feeling it was only going to get hotter, because he had no plans of stopping. Crash slipped beneath the edge of her panties. She was hot and wet, and all for him. He slid between her lips. Her hand on him faltered before she resumed her slow, light stroke over the pants hiding his erection. He didn’t treat her quite so gently. With the tip of one finger he zeroed in on her clit, flicking it fast and hard. She jumped beneath his touch but didn’t close her legs or push him away.

“How’re ya doing?” He glanced her direction, before forcing himself to keep an eye on Zippy.

“Fine.” She swallowed hard enough for him to hear her throat working.

“Good.” Crash slid a finger inside her, and then a second. He stroked in and out until he heard her draw in a sharp breath. He went back to her clit, circling the tiny nub fast. It wasn’t the ideal angle or position for this, but he managed it.

One quick glance at Trish, biting her lower lip, told him it was working. He reversed direction, circling the other way, and felt her jump. She angled her hips, tipping them just a bit, and he heard the tiniest of moans escape her throat. He moved faster. Harder. She was going to come. Right here, right now. At least she would if he had anything to do with it. But good lord, it might just kill him if she did.







Cinderella Liberty

By Cat Johnson

Only in the UNIFORM DESIRES Box Set at Amazon, Nook and Kobo for 99 cent intro pricing.

Marine Gunnery Sergeant John “Crash” O’Malley has two goals for the immediate future. One, enjoy his liberty in New York City, and two, survive his deployment to Afghanistan. What he didn’t plan on is Trish. A guy can’t have a one-night stand with his best friend’s sister and then abandon her at midnight when his liberty ends, but starting a new relationship days before shipping out would be crazy. Then again, Crash never did do things the easy way.

What he doesn’t realize is that his friend’s displeasure over Crash breaking the “no sisters rule” is nothing compared to what the insurgents have in store for them in the Helmand Province. Now it’s a matter of survival because Crash’s new objective is to get home and make Trish his.

Uniform Desires Box Set 99 centsCINDERELLA LBERTY EXCERPT:

Camp Leatherneck/Bastion

Helmand Province, Afghanistan

August 2013

The night sky lit with the glowing red trails of incoming fire. It was like the Fourth of July back home, but a hell of a lot less fun.

Instead of being in a tank top and shorts, kicking back in a folding chair with a cold beer in his hand and seventeen more in the cooler, Crash was hunkered down behind a berm with the grit of Afghan dirt between his teeth.

The noise of the incoming rockets was deafening. Meanwhile, as crazy as it seemed, his attention kept straying to how the rocks beneath him were jabbing into his legs through his uniform. That was when he wasn’t occupied wondering if any deadly scorpions or black widow spiders were lurking nearby. God, how he hated anything with more than four legs.

The butt of the M4 semi-automatic rifle pressed into Crash’s shoulder as his jaw clenched with determination. He had no intention of dying today as Gunnery Sergeant John O’Malley. He was going to live long enough to be selected for Master Sergeant, and after that, Master Guns, and these bastard insurgents weren’t going to be the ones to take that away from him.

He’d survived a float to Iraq, plus two deployments to Djibouti and he hadn’t seen any shit like this. Yeah, at Camp Lemonier there’d been a vehicle-born IED that luckily never made it to the front gate, but there were no frigging rockets.

Crash was an aviation mechanic. He was an air-winger, not an infantryman. His MOS didn’t normally put him in the line of direct—or hell, even indirect fire during ground combat like this. The closest thing he had come to being shot at was the twenty-eight days of Marine Combat Training at Camp Geiger when he’d first come in, and those shots were blanks.

He’d be damned if he’d get killed during the drawdown, when the US was in the process of pulling out of this godforsaken country and turning the running of it over to the Afghan military.

“What the fuck!” Zippy was next to him, lying facedown like Crash, manning his own weapon. “These bastards have some big frigging balls.”

Crash had to agree. To attack an installation this size took some major cajones.

Camp Bastion was the main British military base in Afghanistan, as well as the air hub used by the US Marines. Adjacent was Camp Leatherneck, NATO’s headquarters for the region. Between the two, there was a good amount of firepower stationed here.

That didn’t seem to matter to these crazy motherfuckers lobbing shit at them. No, it seemed as if their Southwest Asia enemy, Taliban-Charlie, was not going to make this deployment easy.

“Command knew this was coming,” Crash shouted over the noise.

They had to have known. Too many orders had come down the pike recently, changes to procedure, all of which pointed to preparation for a suspected attack.

At least this time the camp had been prepared. Unlike last September when a small group of Taliban dressed in stolen US uniforms waltzed right onto the base one night thanks to cutbacks in security and patrols. That mistake had cost the good guys a few refueling stations, half a dozen hangers, eight Harriers and, far more devastating than the material losses, the lives of two US Marines.

For once it seemed the military had learned from past mistakes. This time, personnel had been issued extra ammo and told to sleep with their weapons within reach. Extra foot patrols had been added, no one was allowed to travel to the other side of camp after dark, and they’d been told not to gather in large groups, which included eating in the chow hall.

That last order had been the most inconvenient. Take-out food was fine at home when Crash could grab something to go from the window of a fast food joint and bring it back to the barracks. Here? Not so much. But for safety’s sake, all the new orders were necessary. For once command had made a change for a good reason instead of their usual arbitrary, bullshit rules.

Obviously, the big brass had taken whatever chatter they’d heard on the lines seriously. They’d been correct, right down to the timing of the attack—the end of Ramadan when the Muslim world celebrated the completion of a month of daytime fasting with a feast.

Crash had searched online and read all about the religious observance that had provided them with a month of relative peace on base. But judging by this attack, the opposition had taken their Lailut ul-Qadr, Night of Power, to mean something totally different than their religion dictated. The enemy was marking this holy date with a show of strength against the coalition troops, and they’d done it with a bang—literally.

Well, Crash had some power of his own. He gripped his weapon a little tighter. He was a damn good shot, but they’d been issued a limited number of rounds. Every shot had to count. And bullets wouldn’t do much good against mortars or rockets anyway. The bad guys were flinging all sorts of shit at them over the chain link perimeter fence topped with razor wire.

It didn’t matter. If Crash went down, he’d go down fighting, but he wanted it to be with a clear conscious. There was something he needed to get off his chest.

“Zip, I gotta tell you something.”

Over the sound of the incoming fire, Zippy must have heard the gravity in Crash’s tone. “Jesus, Crash. We’re not gonna die here today so keep your damn confessions for another time. All right?”

“Just listen, please. I need this off my chest.”

Zippy let out a huge breath. “Okay, go ahead, but I’m just gonna mock you with whatever you tell me later when we’re back home having beers.”

Crash sincerely doubted that. He launched into his confession anyway. “In May, while we were in New York, I slept with your sister.”

For the first time since they’d taken position, Zippy took his eyes off the perimeter. His gaze cut to Crash, just for a second, before it moved back to the fence. “We’re both gonna survive this, so that afterward, I can kick your ass.”

From Zippy’s mouth to God’s ears…