Spotlight & Giveaway: Mother’s Day Romance Bundle from Tule Publishing

Posted May 9th, 2014 by in Blog, Spotlight / 46 comments

Mother’s Day Romance Bundle from Tule Publishing 

Tule Pub.

A selection of tasty treats put together especially for Mother’s Day.

From the ruggedly beautiful land that is Montana, come these tales of love and romance from some of the genre’s best selling and award winning authors.

And the bonus is, they’re entirely calorie free!

Happy Mother’s Day!

MothersDayBundleTitles included:

  • Tempt Me, Cowboy by Megan Crane
  • Promise Me, Cowboy by C.J. Carmichael
  • The Sweetest Thing by Lilian Darcy
  • Christmas at Copper Mountain by Jane Porter
  • Home for Christmas by Melissa McClone
  • A Cowboy for Christmas by Katherine Garbera
  • What a Bride Wants by Kelly Hunter
  • Second Chance Bride by Trish Morey
  • Bet the House by Erika Marks
  • Sweet Home Carolina by Kim Boykin
  • A Mother’s Day by Kaira Rouda
  • Sight Seeing by Jane Porter

Buy Link: Amazon$0.99 SALE

An excerpt from Tempt Me, Cowboy by Megan Crane

She was exactly the kind of trouble he didn’t need.
Jasper Flint could see the woman from halfway down the block, like a shot of bright color against the weathered old brick of his newest acquisition. She hadn’t been there when he’d left the railway depot earlier that morning for a run around the outskirts of Marietta, Montana, his brand new home. There’d been nothing but the crisp blue dawn, the hint of the coming winter already there in the chill of the late September morning while Copper Mountain stood high above the town, a sleepy blue and purple giant slouching in the distance.
And the quiet. The blessed quiet and more of the same on the wind. A far cry from the noisy, frantic, nonstop life he’d left behind in Dallas.
An hour and a leisurely five miles later, Jasper was more than ready to face a long day of renovations, the current highlight of the best decision he’d ever made: his early retirement at thirty-five. He was ready to lose himself in the simple joy of making instead of taking, the sheer, hard won happiness in transforming something old into something new. He wasn’t ready for whatever trouble this woman had brought with her, the storm of it swirling around her despite the early morning sunlight and the clear fall day, practically casting the whole street in her shadow.
It was there in the way she stood waiting for him, impatient hands on her sweet hips and her chin tilted up—belligerent and scrappy, like she wanted to exchange a few punches right there in the street. It made him smile. He wouldn’t mind getting his hands on her, blonde and cute and with legs that could inspire a man to wax a little poetic even in the blandly conservative clothes she wore, and preferably before she opened her mouth and ruined the perfectly decent fantasy he already had going on.
But he knew her type. Prissy and disapproving, spring-loaded way too tight and, unless he misread that downturned mouth of hers and the glare she aimed at him like she already knew him, constitutionally unhappy.
Not—it went without saying—the sort of woman he usually found hanging around, waiting for him to show up. Not enough cleavage, for one thing. And definitely not enough teased hair. He liked his women cheap and obvious and all but flashing neon signs above their heads to shout out their availability.
This woman looked like trouble. Expensive trouble and a whole lot of work. He was in the market for neither.
Jasper slowed to a stroll as he drew near, eyeing her not-nearly-tight-enough pants and definitely-not-slinky-enough top, that thick blonde hair twisted back from her face in a way that shouted sensible, with something uncomfortably close to regret. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman like this—her figure concealed by her outfit instead of starkly presented to him like a Vegas buffet—throw herself at him the way the bimbos did so easily. But that was the paradox, of course. The good girls had steered well clear of him even before he’d had money, like he had darkness grafted on to his very bones and they could scent it in the wind.
He’d learned to live with cheap and calculating. He’d even have said he liked it, the predictability and the ease of that kind of woman, the uncomplicated nature of such mercenary transactions, until now.
“Sorry,” he said when he was close, letting his Texas roots have their way with his drawl, and surprised to discover he meant it. “You’re not really my type.”
She blinked, her lips parting slightly, which drew his attention to what might have been the most carnal mouth in the whole of the West. It hit him like a hammer, pounding an impossible lust through his body to pool in his sex.
What the hell? “I–what?” It was like she could read his mind, and it made her stammer.
“I like easy and sleazy.” He grinned slightly, imagining that mouth of hers engaged in practices that would fall under both headings. “I’m afraid I’m true to my redneck roots.” He flipped the bottom of his ratty green Stars t-shirt up to wipe at his face, and when he lowered it, was more delighted than he should have been to find her staring at his abdomen with a look on her face that suggested he’d smacked her over the head with a hammer of his own. His grin widened. “I don’t really go for the disapproving schoolmarm thing. But I sure do appreciate the thought.”
She blinked again. Then understanding flooded over her surprisingly readable face and Jasper watched in fascination as she went pale, then a deep red. A blush? When was the last time he’d seen a woman blush? His ex-wife had been incapable of it—and, for that matter, just about everything else it turned out a marriage required.
Jasper banished thoughts of that blessedly short-lived disaster, and concentrated on the woman in front of him instead. He couldn’t seem to keep himself from imagining what that blush might look like in far more interesting places. And were those freckles across her delicate cheeks, complicating the creamy sweep of her skin?
He didn’t understand why he found that so intriguing. Or why it made him want in a way he hadn’t felt in so long, it took him a moment or two to recognize what that particular feeling, sharp and intense and roaring in him so loudly, even was.
“It’s seven thirty in the morning.” She sounded scandalized. Her eyes were a blue to rival the Montana sky, and they widened in what had to be horror, which he felt like a heat wave throughout his body, reminding him how dark and perverse he was compared to an undoubtedly pure, small town sweetheart like this one. “On a Monday.”
“It wouldn’t matter if it was the sweet spot of a Saturday night,” he told her, enjoying himself immensely despite his own twisted soul. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, could he? “It still wouldn’t work out, unless you’re hiding a honky tonk or two beneath that Head of the PTA outfit of yours.”
“I most certainly am not.” But her hands moved to the ruffled part of her blouse, then her quiet little belt buckle, as if she’d forgotten what she was wearing and had to remind herself by touch. Or make sure it was still there.
Or maybe she was as baffled by these garments, neither of which he’d ever seen on a woman under sixty-five years of age, as he was.
“I’m afraid we’re just not meant to be, darlin’,” he drawled, more Texas in his voice than usual and a fire he couldn’t quite control beneath it.
That rattled her for a moment, he could see it in that intense blue of her eyes, but then she squared her shoulders and tilted that chin of hers back up anyway. Scrappy, he thought again, and with a purely male jolt of approval that boded ill for the both of them, he just knew it.
“What on earth would make you think someone would show up and proposition you at this hour?” she demanded. “What kind of degenerate are you?”
Jasper realized then that she had no idea who he was. He found that notion wildly liberating. And, strangely, arousing. He couldn’t remember the last time someone hadn’t known who he was and acted accordingly. He’d forgotten what it was like—the honest responses that had nothing to do with his net worth, the total lack of artifice or calculation, that look on her face that suggested he was nothing but a man, and a rather unappetizing one at that.
He thought he loved this place already, and he’d been here all of two days.
“The kind of degenerate you appear to be hanging around on the street waiting for,” he replied easily, not at all surprised that he was enjoying himself now. His brows arched up. “At seven-thirty. On a Monday.”

Megan Crane Copyright © 2013

Giveaway
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GIVEAWAY: $10 Mothers Day Starbucks gift card, chocolates and Tule swag. 

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46 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Mother’s Day Romance Bundle from Tule Publishing”

  1. mrsmac19

    I really appreciate all of the handmade gifts that I get from my daughters. I’ve got more handprint picture frames than I know what to do with, but I LOVE them!!

    🙂

  2. marcyshuler

    When I was a child my dad would take us to a store to pick up flats of flower plants that we’d plant in front of the house for my mom every Mother’s Day. I remember how she’d always act so surprised and thrilled by the gift. 🙂

  3. kp

    I will be spending this Mother’s Day watching my son receive his Doctorate of Physical Therapy! So proud!

  4. Morgan VanLier

    Every year since we were kids, even now we pick fresh lilacs for my mom, they are her favorite flower

  5. Kelly C

    Im lucky to still have my mom. We dont do anything special but I buy her flowers every year for her graden. She sent me pictures earlier today of the peonies we planted last year.

  6. Krysten M

    I made a homemade mother’s day card when I was 10 or so.. I even made up my own poem. My mom loved it 🙂

  7. Inga

    The time when we were small and made waffles that came out great is one of my favorite memories.

  8. Kathleen Nichols

    It sounds like these two are in for a rip roaring good time. My favorite mother’s day memory was when I was 19 and working so I was actually able to get my mother something for the first time on my own. No one had ever sent her flowers and she liked teapots so I sent here a smallish but nice flower arrangement in a pretty teapot. She also had a mothers ring my dad had gotten which she really hated but didn’t want to hurt his feelings so I found one that was beautiful and it cost me $80 dollars back in 1980 which was pretty expensive for my pocketbook but I wanted her to be happy. I couldn’t have it delivered when she was home so I put the flower arrangement at here seat at the kitchen table with the mothers ring box sitting in front of it. She loved them both very much. No that she’s gone I have her ring and I wear on my pinky finger.

  9. Leanna

    When I was a kid one year for Mothers day my dads cousin, her husband and kids were in town for Mothers Day (they lived 800 miles away) and I made eggs Benedict for all of us.

  10. Kai W.

    I don’t really have a good memory of Mother’s Day. My mom is a pessimistic person. She can turn a good thing into a bad thing.

  11. Julie Duffy

    I remember a gift I received from one of my daughters many years ago was a daffodil. It was my first Mother’s Day gift. Priceless.

  12. Glenda

    I’ve had lots of wonderful mother’s days but one of my favorite was about 15 years ago.. My kids went out and picked wild flowers and my son wrote a poem for me. He was only in 1st grade and my daughter was in preschool. They had no help or prompting from my husband. 😀

  13. Erika

    I went to the zoo with my family a few years ago and it was a really nice time! I love going out as a family and not have to worry about work for a day! Thanks!

  14. Bonnie Gonzales

    When my grown kids and grandkids did a bar b que at our house and they did all the cooking the set up and clean up.

  15. laurieg72

    My sister’s birthday is May 12th so we always celebrate Mother’s Day and her birthday. It’s nice to share the day with my almost 90 yo mom and older sister too.

    I love receiving calls from my 4 children.

  16. Nicole Potter (@NiiArt)

    Actually, this year is probably my favorite Mother’s Day – and it’s not even here yet! This year my brother and I went in together to have flowers delivered to her at work today. And the phone call I got from my mother afterwards was priceless 🙂

  17. Tracey Parker

    Every year since my daughter was old enough to make me something has been a wonderful memory. Hoping this year she (is 7) will include her 2 year old sister in the making!

  18. Kate S

    I know everyone would ADORE TO WIN this.[who doesn’t like to win stuff].. but if you don’t …..
    BUY it… I did and the collection is amazing!!!
    Well worth the small amount of money!!!

  19. janinecatmom

    I don’t have any favorite mother’s day memories. I’ve read all the stories in this collection and who ever wins it will be more then happy to read them.

  20. Christy

    Just this morning I opened a handmade gift from my five-year-old daughter. To me, little moments like that are the most memorable!

  21. Cathy P

    I don’t have a special Mother’s Day with my mom. She was such a wonderful and special person, that every Mother’s Day was wonderful. She loved flowers and plants, so that is what we usually gave her.

  22. Rita Wray

    I have some lovely handmade things my two children made for me when they were young. I saved them all. The cards they made are so cute.

  23. ndluebke

    Nothing sticks out from the many years but once in a while one of my guys will surprise me. My mother in law turns 90 in a couple of weeks and I sometimes have to remind my DH to do something nice for her. Not a big deal, he just needs to be reminded.

  24. Gretchen

    My mom, grandma, and our families would go to brunch. Now that my Grandma is gone I hold onto those memories. She loved having brunch with all of us then walking through the rose gardens at the park.

  25. dholcomb1

    every mother’s day, we used to go to my aunt’s house. there are a lot of people with “May” birthdays, so we’d celebrate both mother’s day and the birthdays.

  26. Kate I.

    I’m not yet a mom, and neither have I done anything super-special for my own mother that would stand out in my mind. Is it unusual that in all my years I’ve never *not* spent the day with her?

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