Spotlight & Giveaway: NotMy1stRodeo.com by Sarah M. Anderson, Donna Alward, Jenna Bayley-Burke

Posted June 24th, 2015 by in Blog, Spotlight / 47 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome romance author Sarah M. Anderson, Donna Alward and Jenna Bayley-Burke to HJ!
Spotlight&Giveaway

 
Hi everyone! This is Sarah, your NotMy1stRodeo .com hostess today!
 

Please summarize the book a la Twitter style for the readers here:

Not My 1st RodeoNotMy1stRodeo.com is a brand-new anthology from Donna Alward, Sarah M. Anderson and Jenna Bayley-Burke. NotMy1stRodeo.com is a new dating website for ranchers and cowboys who are looking for a second chance in love and in life. Each story in the anthology features a couple who met through the website! The anthology with all three book is both print and ebook; each novella is also released as a separate ebook!

You’ll never know if it’s right unless you saddle up for another go-round.
 
Nothing like a Cowboy by Donna Alward

Brett isn’t anxious for another go-round at marriage. But when he’s matched with Melly, he seriously considers getting back in the saddle.

Melly is thrilled to find a dyed-in-the-wool cowboy on NotMy1stRodeo.com—until she discovers he’s got his eye on more than just her curves.
 
Something About a Cowboy by Sarah M. Anderson

Mack is furious when his grown sons sign him up for NotMy1stRodeo.com, but Karen’s profile intrigues him enough to drive three hours to Billings to meet her.

Burned by her cheating ex, Karen figures no one could be more trustworthy than a strong, silent, widowed cowboy. But after one steamy night, Mack realizes that it may be too much, too soon.
 
Anything for a Cowboy by Jenna Bayley-Burke

Despite NotMy1stRodeo.com’s promises, Ray doubts he’ll find any woman willing to move to his remote ranch.

To his surprise, Jacy is different. She actually enjoys talking irrigation, getting her hands dirty, and getting down and dirty. But then her little white lie comes out…

Warning: Contains three lonely ranchers, an online dating site geared just for them, and three women who don’t mind working up a sweat. May spur a sudden desire for a little roll in the hay.
 

Please share the opening lines of this book:

From Something About a Cowboy:

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Mack Tucker stood just inside the hotel bar, scanning the sparse crowd in front of him. Even though this was one of the fancier hotels in the area, complete with an indoor water park, the place was not crowded. But then Tuesday nights in the middle of January in Billings, Montana, weren’t exactly peak tourist season.

He wasn’t supposed to be here, not alone. Not looking for a blind date with a woman he’d met on a website named NotMy1stRodeo.com, of all ridiculous things.

 

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

NotMy1stRodeo.com was the brainchild of Donna and Jenna. At RWA 2014, they approached me and said they had an idea for a sexy cowboy anthology and would I like to join in? I said SURE! They’d been hearing those ads for Farmers.com–have you heard them? Farming can be a remote lifestyle, so there’s a website just for farmers and people who want to go live in the middle of nowhere with some corn. Well, Jenna and Donna thought, why not do something like that for ranchers?

Their idea was not just a Ranchers.com thing but they wanted their dating site to be specifically for men and women who’d done this before–hence the name, NotMy1stRodeo. Our heroes and heroines have all either been in long-term relationships or marriages that, for whatever reason, didn’t survive.

God knows the cocky, 20-something hot shot hero is sinfully delicious, but we wanted to expand our horizons, so to speak.

And when they told me their idea and asked if I wanted in, I believe the first thing out of my mouth was, “I call dibs on the widower!” As they were talking, an idea had come to me of a cowboy who’d been very happily married, but had lost his wife to cancer and hadn’t really recovered from that. Mack was just there, waiting for me!

So we set about organizing our website. Working with Donna and Jenna has been so easy and so wonderful! Our stories are only tied together by the NotMy1stRodeo.com website–as long as our heroes and heroines met there, anything was possible! I had a friend do some graphic design work for promo, Donna designed and built the actual www.notmy1strodeo.com website (yes, it’s real!) and Jenna did some awesome promo!

What’s been so great about the whole experience has been working as a team. We’re already plotting on when we’ll be able to do the next round of stories!

 

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

In Something About a Cowboy, Mack is attracted to Karen, his date, almost against his will. His wife died of breast cancer six years ago and since then, Mack has been a little like Han Solo–frozen in carbonite. He doesn’t want to be on this date, but his sons–he has three–are sick of their dad sleepwalking through life, so they set him up on NotMy1stRodeo.com and screen potential dates for him. They settle on Karen, a divorced florist who’s got a thing for cowboys, specifically because she doesn’t want to get remarried. Mack’s sons know he couldn’t handle that–he still loves his wife. But they desperately want their father to unfreeze.

So he unwillingly goes on this date and Karen is wearing a backless red dress and it just about fries Mack’s brain!
 
For Anything for a Cowboy, it’s red hair, and that she can drink coffee brewed cowboy strong without wincing! All very good qualities to have!
 
In Nothing Like a Cowboy, Melly’s handbag keeps falling off her shoulder. It’s slightly awkward, but it makes her human and puts them on an even footing.
 

Using just 5 words, how would you describe Hero and Heroine’s love affair?

For Something About a Cowboy: Unexpected, hot, wet, cautious, brave
 
For Anything for a Cowboy: cozy, natural, hungry, passionate, hopeful
 
For Nothing Like a Cowboy: Surprising, hot, comfortable, meaningful, satisfying
 

The First Kiss…

From Something About a Cowboy:

She stroked his cheek with her thumb. “I’ll make a deal with you. You tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what works for me. Fair?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. It felt good to have a woman in his arms again. “Fair.” He lowered his head to hers and brushed a kiss over her lips. Just a simple kiss. But there wasn’t much that was simple about it. Need—powerful need—flowed between them. His grip on his control—iron-clad control that had kept things like desire and lust and sex on a firm lockdown for year after dry year—started to slip.

The first kiss. His brain compared this to his other first kiss. Back then, he’d been fifteen and nervous and shy—and the braces hadn’t helped. He’d kept his eyes open because he could not believe that Sue Jenkins was kissing him when she was clearly out of his league.

He kept his eyes open this time too. Well, half-open. He didn’t need to stare at a woman who was going to share her body with him. He may be out of practice, but he wasn’t stupid. He may not be as young as he once was, but he still had a lot left to give a woman as beautiful and sensual as Karen was.

Starting right now. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, tasting her and testing. What did she like? That?

Oh, yeah—that. She sighed against his mouth and opened her lips for him. Her arms went around his neck as she pulled him down. He felt the towel start to slip at the exact same moment the door to the pool room was opened. “Okay, kiddo,” a man’s voice said. “We’re…here.”

“Oh!” Karen gasped as she simultaneously grabbed for the towel, took a step back and almost fell into the pool.

From Nothing Like a Cowboy:

“Melissa.”

She didn’t bother correcting him. Her name sounded different on his lips this time, like a caress, and his voice was dark and soft as it echoed off the concrete.

“Yes?” She turned to face him, and her heart leapt even more at the serious expression on his face.

He reached out and took her handbag from her shoulder and placed it on the ground by her feet. “Maybe we should just get this out of the way.”

“M…my bag?”

He shook his head, stepped closer so that their bodies were nearly brushing and she could hardly breathe.

“Kissing,” he said, the timbre of his voice deeply intimate.

She didn’t want to stammer. Wanted to be flirty and confident and seductive, but that had never been her style. “Oh. Well, I suppose it would be a good litmus test, you know, to see if we’re compatible and all and…”

She was babbling. And she stopped abruptly when he put a finger gently against her lips.

In the next moment, he was kissing her. Or almost kissing her. It was hard to tell, because she could barely feel his lips on hers. But they were there, fluttering, teasing, inviting rather than possessing. Their breath mingled and her eyes fluttered closed as she simply enjoyed the anticipation of what might come next. One thing for certain—Brett Harrison knew how to take his time and make a woman long for more. Because when he opened his lips and deepened the kiss, she forgot all about this being a first date and looped her arm around his neck, pulling him closer.

 

Without revealing too much, what is your favorite scene in the book?

For Something About a Cowboy, my favorite scene is when Karen decides to go skinny dipping in the hotel pool. The place is deserted but Mack can’t believe this is happening. He realizes that sex is going to happen–but more than that. He realizes that, for the first time, he wants to have sex again.

The pool room was so quiet he could hear the fabric shush to the ground, and there she was, wearing only a rose in her hair, a pair of little panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a pair of heels.

She looked back over her shoulder. “Are you sure you won’t join me?”

She was right there, damn it all, beautiful and lush and someone he wanted. He hadn’t wanted in so long that even having a hard-on—and boy, did he have one—was something new and exciting and maybe even a little scary. He was really doing this. This was really happening. “I’ll watch. If that’s all right with you?”

One of her smooth shoulders lifted and fell. Then she stepped out of her heels and walked toward the steps.

She had to face him to do this.

Mack liked to think he was a strong man. He’d raised a family and cared for a wife until he’d had to bury her. He ran a ranch and managed the cattle and folded his own damn laundry. He was strong, for crying out loud.

Or at least, he had been. Right until he got a good look at Karen Thompson wading into a pool in a thong. That red lace thong. It sat high on her generous hips and barely covered the space where her legs met. All of which wasn’t quite enough to take his attention away from her breasts. Full and rounded with darker nipples that sat high—even at this distance of almost fifty feet, he could tell that the dress hadn’t been lying. She was built.

For the first time in years, Mack weakened. Desire hit him so low and hard in the gut that he sagged against the door. Jesus, he wasn’t going to be able to take it as Karen walked forward, her luscious body disappearing beneath the water. He swore to God that he saw her nipples tighten as the water hit her body.

Yeah, that wasn’t the only thing that tightened. Mack forced himself to breath—in through the nose, out through the mouth. Which worked enough that he was able to get his legs back under him and move toward the pool. For a better view. Just to make sure she was okay in there. By herself.

In four feet of water. Yeah, he wasn’t even fooling himself with that.

 

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would be absolutely crucial to include?

From Anything for a Cowboy:

Ray knew his smile was probably a bit too wide, but it matched Jacy’s. He pulled off his gloves and stuck them in the back pocket of his jeans as he crossed the gravel yard to meet her beside her mammoth truck. Just like earlier, he felt that instant tug of desire, the urgent longing of man for woman. Every stray thought since he’d left her had been about her naked. And standing here with her flaming-red hair, worn jeans and a white tank top, she slid into every fantasy he’d ever had.

“You found me,” he said, instead of asking to skip the ride and take things indoors.

“The directions were spot on.” She put her hands in her back pockets, drawing his attention to her breasts. He forced his gaze up to the watercolor swirl of her hazel eyes. “How long do you think we’ll be out for? Should I take a coat?”

“I’m not taking one.” He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck, suddenly all hot and prickly. He’d prefer she not cover up, but that was for selfish reasons. Good thing one of them was practical.

“Then I won’t either. I tend to run hot.”

Her words hit him right in the libido. But like this morning, he didn’t know how to read it. He didn’t want to jump too far ahead and risk getting kicked out of the game entirely. He nodded and walked back towards the stable. She fell in step beside him.

“Who am I riding today?”

Him, if he had anything to say about it. He clenched his fists and dragged his dirty mind out of the gutter. Since he’d sworn off dating-site hookups six months back, he hadn’t bothered with sex, a fact his body had decided to alert him to today. He hadn’t been this focused on bedding a woman since his first time.

Ray cleared his throat as they entered the paddock. “I saddled Little Joe for you. He knows this place better than I do. Plus, he’s as smooth as we’ve got since Candy’s getting ready to foal.”

She stopped beside him and reached for the gelding paint. “And who is this handsome fella?”

“No flirting with my girl, Hoss.” He patted the horse’s neck and undid the cross ties keeping the youngster in place. Joe whinnied in his stall.

“Let’s make him jealous,” she mock-whispered before mounting his horse in a smooth movement.

“Seriously?” He spoke more to Joe than anything, since Jacy had ridden Hoss smoothly into the corral. He climbed onto the horse his mother usually rode. “You better keep up, old man.”

 

Readers should read this book …

Readers who are looking for something different than the billionaire-doms alphas (who seem to be EVERYWHERE) want to read this. Men who work with their hands, whose word is their bond–who know how to please a woman? YOU WANT TO READ THIS ANTHOLOGY!

 

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2015?

I have two more Harlequin Desires out this year–His Son, Her Secret in Sept. and Falling for Her Fake Fiance in Oct.–both are in the Beaumont Heirs series. There *may* be a Christmas surprise out, too!
 
Donna has THE COWBOY’S CHRISTMAS FAMILY out in November, and CHRISTMAS AT EVERGREEN INN, the next in her Jewell Cove series, out for the holiday season.
 
Jenna has Caribbean Cowboy (9/8), Tempted (10/6), Just One Spark (11/3)–super busy!

 

Thanks for blogging at HJ!

 

Giveaway: One print copy of NotMy1stRodeo.com anthology (US/Canada only) and 2 ebook copies of Something About a Cowboy (international)!

 

To enter Giveaway: Please complete the Rafflecopter form and Post a comment to this Q: Would you ever join a site like NotMy1stRodeo.com? It’s specifically for cowboys and people looking to get out to the countryside. Could you move out to the middle of nowhere?

 
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Excerpt from Something About a Cowboy:

 

Then he looked back up to where the woman in the red dress was sitting. She’d pivoted on her stool, no doubt to see what all the commotion was about.

Her gaze met his and she smiled.

Oh, hell. It was her. Karen.

There was no turning back. Aw, who was he kidding? There’d been no turning back the moment he’d agreed to meet her. He tried to return her grin, but it didn’t feel right, so he gave up the effort and settled for walking toward her. As he did, he kept looking at her.

She was, if possible, even better looking in the flesh than she’d been in her NotMy1stRodeo.com photos. There, she’d been grinning goofily at the camera, holding up a small dog—the yippy kind—and generally being unselfconscious about her appearance.

But now? As he closed the distance between them, she stood, and Mack got the full magnitude of that red dress. In addition to being backless, it had a deep V that cut close to firm, high breasts and a slit that went most of the way up her leg. The whole thing skimmed over her curves, leaving just enough to the imagination. She had a lush, full body—hourglass shaped and perfect in proportion.

For six long, dark years, he’d not allowed himself to think, much less look at another woman. Suddenly, one siren in a red dress had him thinking about what it’d be like to undo the tie on her neck and let those breasts, those hips free from that dress.

Desire hit him low in the gut. He was really doing this. This was really happening.

“Mack?” she said, her eyes lighting up.

He nodded. “Karen?” Then, because he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do next in this situation, he stuck out his hand. It seemed the safest bet.

Except it wasn’t. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into her arms. She wore a scent that was light and sweet, almost like vanilla and roses. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. As he did, her breasts pressed against his Sunday-best blue dress shirt and his only suit jacket, the heather-gray one that Sue had picked out for him to wear to her funeral.

It was damned hard to think of Sue and have Karen hold him like this, her arms tight around his chest, murmuring the words, “It’s so good to meet you in person.” So he tried to stop. Sue was gone and she’d wanted him to go on with his life. She’d made him promise he would, because that was the kind of woman she’d been.

So this was Mack trying to go on with his life. “It’s, uh, it’s good to meet you too.”

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with his hands. If he hugged her back, he’d be touching her bare skin or—worse—if he wasn’t doing that, he’d have his hands on her ass. It really didn’t matter how nice her ass was—he glanced down. Whoa. It was a nice ass.

He began to get hard and then he immediately started to panic. This was too much, too soon. He was still married, for God’s sake. Sort of. In the eyes of the Lord. Probably.

Thankfully, she let go of him and stepped back, which helped a lot in the sense that she wasn’t pressing her body against his and wouldn’t be able to feel his erection. But it didn’t help that he now had an up-close-and-personal view of her in that dress. It left very little to the imagination.

He was sure that if he looked at her just right, he’d be able to make out the details of her nipples through the thin red fabric.

He kept his gaze locked on her face.

“I’m glad you came out tonight,” she said, and the next thing he knew, she’d leaned up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. She still had a grip on his hand. He couldn’t go anywhere. “I was hoping you would.”

“We made a date,” he heard himself say. “I keep my word.”

Which was pretty much the only reason he was here, looking at temptation in the form of a divorced florist named Karen Thompson instead of sitting in his living room, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other, just like he’d done every other night for the last six years.

She lifted one of her eyebrows as she beamed at him. “I am very glad to hear it. Do you want to eat dinner or…” Her voice trailed off and Mack had to lean forward to try and catch the last part of the sentence. Or what?

Excerpts. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
 

Book Info:

You’ll never know if it’s right unless you saddle up for another go-round.

Nothing like a Cowboy by Donna Alward

Brett isn’t anxious for another go-round at marriage. But when he’s matched with Melly, he seriously considers getting back in the saddle.

Melly is thrilled to find a dyed-in-the-wool cowboy on NotMy1stRodeo.com—until she discovers he’s got his eye on more than just her curves.

Something About a Cowboy by Sarah M. Anderson

Mack is furious when his grown sons sign him up for NotMy1stRodeo.com, but Karen’s profile intrigues him enough to drive three hours to Billings to meet her.

Burned by her cheating ex, Karen figures no one could be more trustworthy than a strong, silent, widowed cowboy. But after one steamy night, Mack realizes that it may be too much, too soon.

Anything for a Cowboy by Jenna Bayley-Burke

Despite NotMy1stRodeo.com’s promises, Ray doubts he’ll find any woman willing to move to his remote ranch.

To his surprise, Jacy is different. She actually enjoys talking irrigation, getting her hands dirty, and getting down and dirty. But then her little white lie comes out…

Warning: Contains three lonely ranchers, an online dating site geared just for them, and three women who don’t mind working up a sweat. May spur a sudden desire for a little roll in the hay.
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Meet the Author:

Sarah M. AndersonSarah M. Anderson is an award-winning author of modern-day Cowboys-and-Indian stories. Combining snarky humor with shirtless cowboys on horseback, Sarah writes for Harlequin, Samhain and self-publishes in her free time. A Man of Privilege won Desire Book of the Year 2012 from RT’s Editor’s Picks. Find out more about her at www.sarahmanderson.com.

Sarah lives in Illinois with her husband, son, and rescue mutts. When not chasing her son around or writing, she attempts to read, knit, and complete home improvement projects on her historical 1895 Queen Anne house.

Donna AlwardBestselling author Donna Alward‘s heartwarming stories of love, hope, and homecoming have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists and won awards, her very favorite thing is when she hears from happy readers!

Donna lives on Canada’s east coast with her family which includes a husband, a couple of kids, a senior dog and two crazy cats. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading (of course!), knitting, gardening, cooking…and is a Masterpiece Theater addict. You can visit her on the web at www.DonnaAlward.com and join her mailing list at www.DonnaAlward.com/newsletter.

By day, Jenna Bayley-Burke is faster than a speeding toddler, stronger than a stubborn Jenna Bayley-Burkehusband, able to leap tall Lego structures in a single bound…but by night, while the family sleeps she writes romance novels where no one ever has to scoop up after the dog, change diapers, clip coupons, drive carpool, do laundry, mop floors, get silly putty out of hair, vacuum, empty the vacuum bag (gross!), exercise, count calories, apply bandaids, clean up puke…wait where was this going? Oh, Jenna writes romance because it is glamorous. Just ask the dog.
 

 

 

47 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: NotMy1stRodeo.com by Sarah M. Anderson, Donna Alward, Jenna Bayley-Burke”

  1. mrsmac19

    I don’t know about moving to the middle of nowhere! I moved from NYC to a smaller community “upstate” and it’s very different from what I grew up with. The “middle of nowhere” would be a bit too much.

  2. Kermitsgirl

    No, not only because I don’t need a dating site (happily married), but also because I am not a risk taker and could not imagine picking up my life and moving to where I knew no one.

  3. Gretchen

    I’m not sure about living in the middle of nowhere. I’ve always lived in small communities out in the country but the middle of nowhere would be a challenge for me.

  4. Carrie E.

    I couldn’t live in the middle of nowhere. I would have to live within 20 minutes of town.

  5. Becky R.

    Well, I plan to move halfway around the world in order to teach English once I graduate, so I don’t think moving out to the middle of nowhere would be too hard.

  6. Meredith Miller

    I don’t know about trying that site, but would love to live outside of the city!

  7. marcyshuler

    My hubby would frown on me joining a dating site (LOL) but I’d love to live on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. I’d love to have a huge garden, etc.

  8. bleigh1130

    I’ve tried a dating site, didnt really work out for me, but I found a few friends I grew up with and caught up with them lol. And I have lived in the country but got bored & needed to come back to the city lol

  9. rebelovesbooks

    I don’t think I would join a website like that, but you never know! I live in the middle of nowhere now, and it’s not too bad as long as here’s not too much snow. But winter suuuuucks.

  10. carol L

    No, I’d visit the site but don’t think I’d sign up.I don’t mind the thought of living in the middle of no where. Especially if I was with my better half. I liked the excerpts and blurbs. Really want to read it.
    Carol L
    Lucky4750 (at) aol (dot) com

  11. Kate Sparks

    I don’t think I’m organized enough to live somewhere out in the boondocks… I’m always running out to the store for something!!!

  12. Debbi Wellenstein

    I really prefer living closer to the city-but I do enjoy reading about people who have!

  13. Bonnie Gonzales

    No to the joining. In my younger days I would have loved middle of no where, now I need to be close to doctor and pharmacy.

  14. Daniel M

    no wouldn’t join yet another site, probably couldn’t live where there’s not even another house for miles

  15. ndluebke

    No wouldn’t join another site, married for 41 years. Also lived in the middle of almost nowhere, so I’ve been there and done that and don’t care for it. Don’t like being isolated.

  16. Colleen C.

    I have moved to a location that was miles from anything… has been building up in the last few years… used to be fields and cows… now fields, houses, stores, roads and lights being added…

  17. Jen B

    I wouldn’t join a dating site, but if it was the right man I could live in the middle of nowhere.

  18. Vicki Clevinger

    I could move out to the middle of nowhere but I don’t think I would join a dating site even though cowboys are nice to look at

  19. cathylykens

    I understand why people join dating websites—there seems to be fewer places to meet beyond the bar scene–but I don’t know if I would. ( Being happily married defeats the point) I have lived out in the middle of nowhere and even now in the center of a small town, I still live mostly in the middle of nowhere.

  20. Rachael Brown

    I live in a small town out in the country and would love to live in the middle of nowhere. My husband and I both love The Wilderness Family and would love to live in a remote area.

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