It’s release day for Two Nights with His Bride!

Hello hello! I’m super excited about today. It’s release day for Two Nights with His Bride, the book you guys helped me choose the cover for a couple of months ago.

Two Nights with His Bride is about Wyatt Wilder, the older half brother of Gabriel (One Night with Her Bachelor) and Camila (Taming the Legend). Wyatt hasn’t always been an easy man to like, but he deeply believes in making things right when he’s messed them up…and boy has he messed things up with Nancy Parsons, who had a huge crush on him as a kid only to have her heart broken.

You can buy Wyatt and Nancy’s story at AmazonAmazon UK | Amazon Can | iBooks and, hopefully soon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Google Play.

Here are just a few of the reviews I’ve loved reading so far:

“Kat has once again proved why she’s an author I look forward to reading. She brings wonderful main and secondary characters to her stories. She makes you laugh and tugs on your heartstrings. She somehow manages to make me never want a story to end.” Read Your Writes

“Now that is how you end a series on a high note!” Bookaholics Not-So-Anonymous

“Two Nights With His Bride was a perfect romance read.” Tome Tender

I’ve included Chapter One below. I’m also over at Book Binge sharing an exclusive excerpt and doing a giveaway.

I hope you all love this book!

Two Nights with His BrideWedding fever has hit the little town of Marietta…

Soap opera star Nancy Parsons is madly in love with Hollywood’s favorite leading man, and they’re getting married on her parents’ stunning horse ranch just outside Marietta, Montana. Actors, athletes, and politicians will be there to watch Hollywood’s most extravagant couple say I do.

There’s just one problem. The bride’s childhood friend Wyatt Wilder knows Nancy’s making the biggest mistake of her life. Sure, Jared’s got looks, money, fame, and—it seems—Nancy’s heart. But when her bridesmaids hire him to lead them on a girls’-only adventure, Wyatt has two nights in the wilderness along the Yellowstone River to show her what a real man looks and acts like. A rugged, tough, loving man.

But will he be able to do it before she says “I do” to the wrong man?

Chapter One

“They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.”

—Clint Eastwood

Nancy tried to grab her bra before it fell to the floor, but wearing a blindfold shot her hand-eye coordination all to hell. “What are you doing?” she yelled as cold air hit her breasts.

“Getting you ready for your bachelorette surprise,” Polly answered with a smile in her voice.

Annoyance percolated inside Nancy’s naked chest. When she’d let her two bridesmaids tie the satin blindfold on her, she’d thought they were taking her somewhere nice to surprise her—a luxurious spa, an exclusive restaurant, or something like that. God knew she’d dropped enough hints in that direction. But then they’d made short work of her shirt and jeans, telling her she had to wear something special for the occasion.

Normally Nancy had no qualms about stripping in front of people. On set, she did it all the time in the rush to get ready for the next scene. Camera operators, production assistants, other actors—they’d all seen her goods, and no one cared. And since she, Polly and Ruby had shared a tiny one-bedroom apartment in North Hollywood before getting their big breaks, they were practically as familiar with each other’s bodies as with their own. But this was different. No one had ever blindfolded and stripped her before.

Not without her permission, anyway.

“You guys, I’m really not—”

“Hold your arms out.”

She grimaced and did as Ruby said. Something fuzzy tickled its way up her arms, and a thick band of fabric wrapped around her rib cage. One of the girls pulled the band tight and hooked it together behind her. When a couple of straps bit into her shoulders, Nancy ran her fingertips over the top. Shaped like a bra, it covered her breasts but not much else. It also felt like no bra she’d ever worn. She was pretty sure it was made out of fur.

“This isn’t real, is it?”

Polly gasped. “We’re not monsters.”

“Yeah, plus Polly bought it, so it’s cheaper than shit.”

Tension snapped through the room. Nancy tried to roll her eyes, but the blindfold thwarted her. “Can’t you two get along for one. Damn. Second?”

“I’m sure we could, if she stopped being such a cheap bitch.”

“At least I’m not a mean bitch,” Polly snapped.

Fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, but Nancy grabbed them. “Take my underwear off, and I’ll break your fingers.”

“But—”

“But nothing. I don’t know what the hell you’re putting me in, but I’m keeping my own underwear on.”

“Fine,” Ruby said, “but it’ll probably bunch up and go places no man has gone before.”

“And it’s not like this is a rented costume or anything,” Polly added. “I bought it new. I’m sure everyone who tried it on kept their panties on. And there’s a sanitary sticker in the gusset, just in case they didn’t.”

“Oh, we should probably take that out.”

God. If Nancy didn’t feel so grossed out, she might actually be grateful the frenemies had found something to agree on. “Just hand me whatever you want me to put on.”

A little slip of furry fabric was shoved into her hand, and she fumbled with it a second before stepping into it. It was tight and barely covered her ass. “Seriously? This is your guys’ idea of pampering? A fur bikini?”

One of them snickered and looped something that felt like a sash over her. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

“If you drop me off in the middle of town, you’re both fired as bridesmaids.”

Lips pressed against her cheek in a loud, overly dramatic kiss. Probably Ruby. Melodrama was her specialty. “You know we love you. We’ve organized something you’ve wanted for a long, long time, and you’re going to love it. We promise.”

“I better. If I don’t, you owe me big time.” So far they’d made wedding planning a living nightmare. A decade ago they’d been as close as friends could be, but Polly had a bad habit of bouncing rent checks, and Ruby had a worse habit of telling everyone about it. By the time they’d all earned enough money to move into their own places, Nancy had been wedged between them, loving each individually but hating them together.

When they were nineteen and had nothing but each other and big dreams, they’d made a solemn vow to be each other’s bridesmaids. The vow had meant something to her, and she was determined to keep it, even though she knew the two of them would completely cut each other out of their weddings.

“Ready to go?”

“Let’s see,” she said. “I’m basically naked and have no place to put my cards or my phone. Sure, let’s get going!”

“No need for the sarcasm,” Ruby drawled. “Your wallet and phone are in my bag.”

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” She held her hands palm-out as one of them led her out of the guest bedroom at her parents’ ranch. If she scrunched up her nose, a bit of light leaked through the bottom of the blindfold, just enough for her not to trip as she followed them down the stairs and out to the pickup Polly had rented. One of them helped her into the cab before climbing in after her, so she was wedged between them on the bench seat. Something uncomfortable poked at her tailbone, and she lifted her butt to try to push away whatever she’d sat on, but Ruby stopped her. “Don’t move. Just sit.”

“But I’m sitting on something.”

“Just some of Polly’s stuff. You know what a slob she is.”

“Hey! I’m creatively disorganized, not a slob.”

Nancy sighed and gave up. She tried to gauge where they were going by mentally picturing all the turns they made. A right turn out of the drive and down the long, narrow track leading to the main road, where they turned left. They weren’t heading to town, then. Nor, judging by how hard her ass hit the seat as the road grew bumpier, were they heading to any sort of civilization.

Nancy couldn’t judge how long they drove. As her friends’ bickering grew more heated, she flipped on a local country station and Jake Kohl’s smooth voice filled the cab.

“I still can’t believe you got him to sing at the wedding,” Ruby said.

“I didn’t. Jared did. He can’t stand country, but he said it was one of his wedding gifts to me.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!”

It was. She’d literally jumped up and down with joy when he’d told her. “I’ve been trying to figure out what I can do for him to make the day even more special.”

Ruby snorted. “I thought he already told you what you can do.”

Yeah, he had. In very explicit terms. “That’s not going to happen. Ever.”

“You might actually like it.”

“Not interested in finding out if I do. At all.”

Her butt bounced again on the seat, and she winced as whatever she was sitting on rammed into her tailbone. “Where are we going?”

“Not telling. Just smile.”

“What? I swear to God, if there are cameras—”

“No cameras. Just a smokin’ hot mountain man.”

“A…what?”

The truck slowed to a stop and one of the girls unsnapped Nancy’s seat belt. “Smile. Seriously. You’re creasing your forehead.”

Wrinkles were no joke—especially in her line of work. She pasted a smile on her face and let Ruby take her hand and ease her from the truck. The slam of the truck’s doors reverberated in eerie silence.

No, not silence. Gentle sounds crept in, so easy to overlook because they weren’t the hustle-bustle she was used to hearing. Birds chirping instead of humans shouting into their cell phones. Water flowing instead of traffic screeching to a halt.

“Holy shit!”

A man swearing—okay, that was familiar. And so, she realized with a sickening shiver, was his voice.

“Nancylynn Pruitt. What the hell are you wearing?”

Her blood turned sludgy and cold, and she fumbled for the blindfold’s knot. It stayed stubbornly in place, probably because her fingers had turned to jelly, and jelly was notoriously bad at untying knots.

More curses were swallowed up by laughter from her soon-to-be-dead friends, who were even less help than her wobbly fingers. “Get this thing off me!”

Big, masculine fingers pushed hers out of the way, and within a second her blindfold dropped to the ground. She spun around and faced the one man she’d carefully avoided every time she’d come back home. “Wyatt.”

“Nancylynn.” His mouth quirked as if to say This must be my unlucky day.

“It’s Nancy now,” she corrected without thinking.

The tightening of his jaw was the only sign he heard. He looked her up and down, probably cataloging the changes just as she was doing with him. Time had shrunk her memory of him, relegating him to a dark, distant corner of her mind she could choose to visit or ignore, depending on her mood and how much wine she’d drunk. Flesh-and-blood Wyatt exploded that memory out of her brain—and probably more than a few eggs from her ovaries.

He was a big, tough-looking guy. Always had been, even as a kid. Six years older than her, he’d loomed large in her life for as long as she could remember. She’d grown up on his family’s ranch—the very ranch she’d ended up buying and giving to her parents when his dad lost it in a foreclosure.

He’d been a tough kid to like. When he’d been little more than a toddler, his family had fallen apart in ways that would’ve seemed like a plot line on Sultry Suburbs. By the time Nancy had been born, he’d been angry. Sullen. Uncontrollable. But for some reason, Nancy had adopted him the way a bird might adopt a crocodile. She’d flitted around him, always taking care to avoid his jaws in case he decided he’d had enough of her chirping. He’d even occasionally deigned to give her rides on his shoulders. Maybe she’d been attracted to danger or maybe to his strength. Either way, he’d suffered her presence until the summer she was fifteen and she’d dared to get too close. Then he’d snapped.

His jaw was hard and his gaze even harder as he stared down at the pageant sash the girls had draped across her breasts. “Bunny?”

She glanced down at herself. The pink sash had Jared’s nickname for her written in gold script. As if that weren’t bad enough, she wore a furry white crop-top bra and hot pants. Dread settled low in her gut as she reached behind herself and felt her butt.

A tail. That’s what she’d been sitting on. A freaking fluffy bunny tail.

She spun around and focused on her friends. “What is going on?”

“Surprise!” they shouted.

“You said you wanted to get away from everything for a weekend.” Polly thrust her arms out wide and spun around as if she were auditioning for The Sound of Music. “You can’t get any more away than this!”

She glanced around. They stood on the edge of a parking lot that held probably a billion cars. Right next to them was the entrance to a massive store that looked like a log cabin on steroids. A manicured creek ran between it and the parking lot, which explained the burble of water she’d heard when they arrived. The glass doors had Wilder Montana Adventures painted on them. A car slowed and tooted as it passed her, and a guy leaned out of the window so he could snap a photo with his phone.

Her mouth gaped open in disbelief. “This is your idea of away? I sent you links to spas, resorts and hot springs. Did I really need to spell it out?”

The girls blinked, as if they couldn’t believe she was upset. “But,” Ruby said, “you used to talk about this all the time. It was the thing you missed most about home, you said.”

Her stomach twisted painfully, the way it always did when she thought of home. “What are you talking about?”

Polly stepped up next to her and put her arm around her waist. “All this wedding planning’s been stressful, and we know we haven’t exactly made it easy on you. So we wanted to do something really special.”

“And then it came to us,” Ruby said. “The first few months we lived together, you used to talk a lot about growing up on the ranch and riding horses and sleeping under the stars. Fishing. Camping. Rafting. All the things you can’t do in L.A.”

“Not without finding a body—or ending up one yourself.”

“You missed Montana so much, and we knew you probably wouldn’t have time to enjoy it now unless we made time. So that’s what we’re doing. We’re going rafting and camping and making sure you have time to escape everything for two days.” Ruby grinned at Wyatt. “And two nights.”

Her eyes stung, and her throat swelled. “You guys. That’s…that’s so sweet.”

She meant it. Mostly. But Wyatt’s unamused gaze bored through the back of her head and invaded her thoughts. Keeping her hand in front of her chest, where he hopefully couldn’t see it, she jerked her thumb in his direction. “And, um…?”

“Isn’t he hot?” Polly gushed.

A noise of disbelief split the air behind her. “Standing right here.”

“I know.” Polly twirled her finger in a lock of her hair and gave him a suggestive grin. “Believe me, I’m looking at you.”

Ruby winked at Nancy. “He’s our guide. We saw his picture on the website and made a special request. Why? Do you guys know each other?”

“Sort of.” She tried to keep the cringe from her voice but failed.

Polly’s brows shot up, and she leaned closer. “Do you, like, know each other?”

“Not in the biblical sense.” Although they would’ve, if she’d had her way. Thank God Wyatt had been humiliatingly uninterested in her, or this little reunion would be torture instead of merely excruciating.

“Good. Then there’s no problem with him being our guide, right?”

Just the minor inconvenience that Jared would flip if he found out. Not that he had any reason to distrust her loyalty, since she would never even consider cheating on him. But…well, he could be a little possessive at times.

She swallowed hard and avoided the question, knowing her friends wouldn’t be sympathetic if she tried to explain it to them. “Why the bunny outfit?”

Ruby shrugged. “It’s still a bachelorette weekend. Had to do something to make it feel like one.”

“Right. Well, thanks for that.” Heat burned up her nearly naked back all the way up to the fine hairs on her neck. She cleared her throat. “I’m assuming you guys brought me some real clothes.”

“She did,” they said simultaneously, then gasped and pointed accusing fingers at each other. “No, you did. No, you did.”

“You’re freaking kidding me.”

Footsteps crunched behind her, and she peeked over her shoulder to see Wyatt striding toward the store. He yanked open the door and disappeared inside for a couple of minutes. When he came back, his hands were full of clothes that still had the tags on. He thrust them at her. “Consider these a wedding gift, on the condition you put them on right this damn second.”

“Why? Worried about my dignity?”

“Nope. Worried you’ll land me on the local news for all the wrong reasons.”

Of course he was worried about himself. Habit took over, and she started to push the bunny panties down, but Wyatt cursed and grabbed her arm. “Changing rooms are inside. Use them. Please.”

“Sorry, I forgot what an upstanding citizen you are.” She held her hand out to Ruby. “My phone?”

Ruby dug in her bag and was about to give it to her but pulled it back out of Nancy’s reach at the last second. “Who are you going to call?”

“Bridesmaid Busters if you don’t hand it over.”

Ruby reluctantly gave it to her. “Not you-know-who.”

“Obviously. This is our weekend, and I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time. It’s going to be awesome.” She shot a glance at Wyatt, who stared at her as if he’d been carved from stone. Unable to resist getting in a parting shot, she told her friends, “It’s just too bad you couldn’t hire his Austin. Then we’d have real man-candy on the trip.”

With that, she strode away, trying to hold onto as much pride as she could, even as the bunny tail bounced with every step she took.

For weeks, the thought of coming face-to-face with Wyatt Wilder had left her stomach so upset she’d barely been able to touch food. Her soon-to-be mother-in-law had dismissed her lack of appetite as pre-wedding jitters, but Nancy knew the truth. From the moment Jared had agreed to get married in her small hometown, she’d realized she would have to face some haunting memories.

And Wyatt featured in most of them.

She yanked open the door of Wilder Montana Adventures and stepped into the store but came to a halt when she saw the size of it. It was huge—even bigger than it looked from the outside, and that was saying something. The ceiling was two-stories high and partly made of glass, so rays of sunlight made her feel as if she were still outside. A stream cut through the middle of the store, and a pathway wound around it with rustic, hand-painted signs pointing the way to different sections. Camping. Fishing. Hunting. Shoes. Hiking. Water sports. Tour sign-ups. Kids’ play area.

At the back of the store, stretching all the way up to the ceiling, stood a circular fish tank filled with vibrantly colored tropical fish. Near the front of the store, honest-to-God trees grew in a thicket, and the gentle sound of birds chirping welcomed her. She couldn’t tell if the chirping came from real birds or a recording.

Holy cow. His obvious success went some way in easing her guilt over buying his family’s ranch.

“Can I help you find anything, ma’am?”

Nancy instinctively pasted a grin on her face and turned to face the splotchy-faced teenager wearing a red plaid shirt with the store’s logo on it. “Hi. Yes, I hope you can. I’m looking for the dressing rooms.”

The teen blinked. “You’re—um… I mean, uh, sure. I’ll take you to them.”

Nancy pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. After ten years of living in L.A., she still felt thrilled at being recognized. Growing up, she’d been recognized for her clothes more than for who she was. She regularly heard shouts of, “Why’s that girl wearing my old dress, Mama?” as she walked through town. Being noticed for her work rather than for being a charity case would never get old—especially in Marietta.

When she got to the dressing room, she stripped off the bunny costume without sparing herself a glance in the mirror. She really, really didn’t want to know how she looked in it. Wyatt had given her a one-piece bathing suit, shorts, hiking pants, jeans, a few shirts, a fleece and a floppy cap with his company’s logo on it. Judging by the prices on the tags, the collection might be one of the most expensive wedding gifts she got.

“Must be doing well for himself,” she muttered.

When she had the bathing suit and some clothes on, she sat on the dressing room bench, pulled her phone from her bag, and texted her assistant, Faye. Help! Need a bra and underwear.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately. Let me guess…Bridesmaidzillas struck again?

She tapped furiously. They mean well.

But they’re idiots, Faye replied. Okay, I’ve got your coordinates. Stay there. I’ll be with you in ten.

Great, she texted. Bring my sunglasses—and a couple days of clothes for yourself, too. You’re coming rafting with us.

Hell to the no. You don’t pay me enough to spend two days with Dee and Dum.

Nancy let her phone rest on her lap as she contemplated bribes. When we’re on our honeymoon, you can stay at our house and pretend it’s yours.

Her phone stayed silent for a while, and Nancy worried her bribe hadn’t been enough. But then Faye wrote, Can I have women over?

All the women you can handle, Nancy replied.

That’s a lot of women. Done deal. See you soon.

Good, challenge numbers one and two accomplished. She sent a quick message to Jared. You might not be able to get hold of me the next two days. Apparently my bachelorette weekend is camping and rafting, and I doubt there will be cell coverage. Good luck with the shoot today! Love you.

She dropped her phone back onto her lap. Now to face Wyatt again.

Drawing in an unsteady breath, she closed her eyes, slowly exhaled, and went through her routine for getting into character. Like Verity, the character she’d played on Sultry Suburbs for the past five years, this one had become second nature to her—except this was the character she played in real life.

You are Nancy Parsons. Confident. Accomplished. Loved by millions.

You are not Nancylynn Pruitt. Struggling. Hungry. Friendless.

She opened her eyes and straightened her shoulders. She could do this. She had to do this.

The security of her future depended on it.

 ***

Wyatt stared at the door Nancylynn had disappeared through several minutes earlier, his brain exploding with images he didn’t want to see.

Bunny costume. I’m a dead man.

It wasn’t that Wyatt had a weird bunny fetish. He didn’t even have a Nancylynn fetish—not one that he’d ever realized, anyway. Hell, she’d been fifteen to his twenty-one the last time he’d seen her in the flesh.

But now…shit. When he closed his eyes, her flesh was about all he could see. And she sure as hell wasn’t fifteen anymore.

She was still inside changing into clothes that would save his sanity, but the sight of her was so vivid she might as well have been standing in front of him. When she had angled away from him to mediate an argument between the two women who’d hired him for the weekend—using fake names, apparently, since he recognized them now—his stupid gaze had instinctively dropped to check out her ass.

She had a tail.

A tail.

He would never pry that image out of his mind. Two nights in the woods with Nancylynn? Engaged Nancylynn? Engaged Nancylynn in a sexy bunny costume?

Yep. He was a dead man.

“So, Mister Mountain Man,” Polly Parker purred as she leaned into his side and stroked his biceps, “do you have a license for those muscles?”

Seriously? She was a client, so he didn’t want to be rude, but damn it was a struggle not to roll his eyes. He forced himself to give her a polite grin. “I do, but it’s back in the office.”

“Maybe you could show it to me sometime.”

The thought of TV starlet Polly hitting on him would’ve once fueled his fantasies. Her doing it in person? Not so much. Before he could think of a way to discourage her, Nancylynn walked out of his store looking even cuter than she had as a bunny. The shorts were modest, and she was probably a little less than average height for a woman, but they still seemed to leave miles of leg bare. She wore the fleece jacket zipped nearly to her neck. It swallowed up her not-very-curvy body, but thanks to the damn bunny costume he knew the curves she had were far too tempting for his mental health. Her dyed blond hair shifted in the breeze as she made her way through a group of customers heading for the store, and he wondered why she’d changed its color. Naturally, it was a deep, dark red that had always made her stand out in a crowd. He could still remember spotting her hair as she hid in a hayloft as he made out with a girlfriend in one of the empty stalls below. These days her hair would blend in with that straw. For some reason, that struck him as a shame.

She joined them and drew in a deep breath as she clasped her hands in front of her. “We just need to wait for one more person, and then we’ll be ready to go.”

Polly’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“Faye. I invited her to come, and she can’t wait.”

Ruby let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I thought you were going to say Jared was coming, and I was about to put my foot down.”

Wyatt screwed up one side of his face. “Why would Jared come?”

“Because he can’t let Nancy out of his sight.”

Nancy’s face flushed. “Of course he can. Do you see him here now?”

Ruby held up her hands. “All I’m saying is he tried to find out what we were doing this weekend, and he was pissed that I wouldn’t tell him.”

“Isn’t this a bachelorette party?” Wyatt asked.

“Yeah.”

Why the hell would any man crash his fiancée’s bachelorette party? That time was sacred, just as a man’s last time going out with his buddies as a single man was. Wyatt kept the question to himself, but the conversation made his uneasiness grow. “Well, I’ve got a six-person raft tied to the trailer, so one more is no problem. You could even invite someone else, too.”

“No, just Faye,” Nancylynn said decisively.

They only had to wait a few more minutes for Nancylynn’s assistant, a dark-haired pixie wearing retro glasses and purple eye makeup that would do interesting things once they hit the water. As soon as she arrived, Wyatt hustled the women into his van. Most of them climbed into the back, and Nancylynn hopped up into the front passenger’s seat. He’d already hooked up the trailer with the boat, and soon they were on their way.

“Where are we going?” Nancylynn asked.

“Gardiner.”

“Where’s that?” Ruby asked.

“Just north of Yellowstone,” Nancy replied.

“Wait,” Ruby said, “I thought we were rafting in Yellowstone.”

“There’s no rafting in the park itself,” Wyatt explained, “but we’ll be on the Yellowstone River going through Paradise Valley. And it’s as spectacular as the name suggests. I’ll go over a full briefing when we get there, so for now feel free to enjoy the scenery and keep an eye out for bald eagles. We grow ’em big around here.”

Polly gasped and pressed her face to the glass. They drove nearly an hour before arriving at the spot where they would put the raft into the river, and they all clambered out of the van. “I’m going to unload the boat. You guys should load up on sunscreen and put on these wetsuits. Water’s colder than it looks this time of year.” He handed them each a Farmer Jane and got busy. Laughter bounced off the rock walls either side of the river, and he couldn’t help but smile. Women always seemed to take the Farmer Janes in stride, laughing at how they looked in the sleeveless wetsuits, while men usually grumbled about their Farmer Bills. Of course, men’s bodies looked pretty ridiculous in them, while women’s bodies had one great advantage.

“Holy cow! My boobs look amazing in this!” Polly shouted.

Yep, that was it. With their front zipper, the tight suits held in all those areas women seemed to think of as problems—and Wyatt thought of as assets—while pushing their breasts up and out. Even women with modest cleavage ended up with great racks.

He tried not to look at Nancylynn as he unloaded the gear. It annoyed the hell out of him that he’d been set up like this. So far, he’d managed to avoid the endless hassle her wedding had caused various businesses in town. Everywhere he went he heard offhand remarks about her changing her mind about music or flowers or whatever the hell else. As much as he admired her for wanting to promote local businesses, she hadn’t seemed to grasp how much a big wedding could throw a little town into a tizzy.

He’d thought he was safe, since his business had nothing to do with weddings—well, except for that one with the bride and groom who’d met while fly-fishing and wanted him to outfit all their guests with rods and reels. Now that was his kind of wedding, not the frou-frou Hollywood affair that hemorrhaged money as a way to avoid focusing on the detail that mattered most—preparing for a lifelong marriage, not an hour-long ceremony.

But whatever. Nancylynn wasn’t his responsibility and hadn’t been for a long time.

When he had the boat and gear out and had parked the van where one of his staff would pick it up later, he called the women over to the edge of the water, where he held onto the raft. “First order of business is our safety briefing. We’re going to have a lot of fun and see some incredible wildlife, but my most important job is keeping you guys safe. At all times, you need to listen to me. If I tell you to paddle hard, you paddle hard. If I tell you to sit down or lean a certain way, you do it. I want us all to have a great time this weekend, and it would really suck if someone drowned.”

Nancylynn pressed her lips together as if trying to suppress a smile.

“There’s very little chance of the boat flipping, but if it does and you end up in the water, hold onto your paddle and float on your back with your feet facing downriver. I’ll climb onto the raft and flip it over, and then you can swim toward me and I’ll help you onto the raft.”

“What if we lose our paddles? Will we drown?” Polly asked.

“Your life vests will keep you afloat—”

“So will your boobs,” Faye muttered. Nancy elbowed her ribs, and she shut up.

“But you need to hang onto your paddles because if we lose them, we’ll be up a shit creek without a…” He looked at them expectantly.

“Paddle.”

“Good. So don’t lose them.”

An uncomfortable heat generated around his crotch, the same kind of prickly, hair-raising sensation of being watched without his knowledge, and his gaze shifted across the four women. Sure enough, Ruby’s stare was locked on his groin like a starving rottweiler eying a kielbasa. He fought the urge to cover his junk.

This was going to be the longest two nights of his life.

AmazonAmazon UK | Amazon Can | iBooks | Goodreads

Interview with Sarah Mayberry—and giveaway!

A couple of weeks ago, I revealed the cover for my next release, One Night With Her Bachelor, which is the sixth book in a multi-author series set in the small town of Marietta, Montana. The series revolves around a bachelor auction raising money for a single mom whose son had a bad accident. The books are about the super-hot men who selflessly let themselves be auctioned off to the highest bidder…and end up falling in love.

Over the next several Fridays, I’m interviewing the authors about their books and giving you a chance to win something fun. We’re kicking off the fun with Sarah Mayberry, whose book Bound to the Bachelor comes out today! *throws confetti*

Sarah Mayberry
Sarah Mayberry

First of all, let me tell you that one of the big reasons I’m SO excited to be part of this series is that I get to work with Sarah, one of my all-time favorite authors. She is BRILLIANT. If you think I’m just sucking up to her now because I’m working with her, you can check out my blog to find a long history of suck-upage. Like this interview with her. And this post about why I think Australia’s the sexiest country in the world. I was lucky enough to read Bound to the Bachelor a few weeks ago, and it’s fantastic. If you like stories about strong women overcoming their painful pasts while also having super-hot sex, one-click that sucker.

Please help me welcome Sarah and congratulate her on Bound to the Bachelor!

1. Tell us a little about the hero and heroine in Bound to the Bachelor.

Well, Beau and Lily have known each other for about five years. She’s best friends with his younger sister, Andie, and from the moment she and Beau met each other it’s been snark at ten paces. She thinks he judges her for having been a stripper in a former life. He thinks she’s trouble, and way too much of a distraction for a guy trying to get a fledgling business off the ground. They’ve always kept each other at arm’s length…until the bachelor auction.

2. How does Lily end up buying Beau?

Lily has had a difficult young adulthood. She was forced to leave home at an early age, and on the day of the auction, she receives a surprise inheritance from the man who forced her to run away. He’s left her a legacy in his will, but Lily doesn’t want anything to do with him. She wants to give it to her friend, Molly, and her injured son, Josh, both of whom are the reason everyone is rallying for the bachelor auction, but she knows that Molly won’t take a straight donation. Which means she needs to buy herself a bachelor. Unfortunately, there’s only one man left on the auction block by the time she’s thought her way through to this conclusion, and so she winds up buying Beau.

3. What makes their relationship complicated?

She is convinced he judges her for her past. And he knows that if he starts something with her, it’s going to be intense and full on, and he’s throwing all his energy into his rapidly-growing security company right now. Once they acknowledge their mutual attraction, they’re both prepared to back away into opposite corners and resume hostile relations again – but then Lily’s past comes back to haunt her and Beau needs to step in to protect her.

4. Is Bound to the Bachelor related to any of your other books?

It is! Lily and Beau were introduced in Make Believe Wedding, which features the romance between Andie, Beau’s sister, and Heath, Beau’s best and oldest friend.

5. If you could buy any celebrity for a date, who would you buy and what kind of date would he take you on?

Gosh, that’s a hard one. I’m happy to fantasise about hot movie stars while watching them in a movie, but in real life I’d be a tongue-tied mess. I might be better off doing something with someone I find really charming and non-threatening, like Graham Norton. Or – and this is going to sound weird – I would totally kill to have a meal with Tina Fey. She could take me anywhere. I think she’s amazing. See, this is the side effect of being very happily married – my husband stars in all my best fantasies!

Speed-dating round

If you could travel back in time, where would you go?
The Regency period in England. I would love to go to Almacks to witness an assembly. And maybe a grand ball. That would be awesome.

Name two of your favorite romance novels.
Blue-Eyed Devil by Lisa Kleypas and See Jane Score by Rachel Gibson.

When you were a kid, what was your dream job?
Writer! Still is.

If you won the lottery, what’s the most expensive thing you would buy?
Probably a house. And after that, a fast, sexy car. My father loves cars, and I have inherited his lust for shiny metal.

What’s the most beautiful place you’ve been to?
Chateau de Chenonceau in the Loire Valley, France. Google that name and you will see what I’m talking about. I literally had tears in my eyes as I walked around this stunning, beautiful, special place. It’s straight out of a fairy-tale, so romantic and amazing… I could rave and rave. The gardens, the building itself, the decor… If you are ever in France, add it to your must-see list. You won’t be disappointed.

Giveaway!

Sarah says: “I’d love to offer two readers the opportunity to read Make Believe Wedding, the prequel to Bound to the Bachelor. Just comment below to be entered in the draw for an e-book.”

About the book

Bound to the Bachelor by Sarah MayberryYour date with Marietta local Beau Bennett includes a day on the slopes at Big Sky Resort, complete with a sumptuous meal in the Resort’s fanciest fine dining restaurant and door-to-door transport. Dig deep to secure the attentions of one of Montana’s most eligible – and elusive – bachelors.

Lily Taylor knows Beau Bennett dislikes her, but that won’t stop her from asking him to volunteer for the Bachelor Auction she’s organized to help her friend Molly provide for her tragically injured son, Josh. If Beau’s gorgeous face, piercing blue eyes and chiseled body inspires the women of Marietta to dig into their pockets for a good cause, then Lily will do whatever it takes to secure his participation.

Beau Bennett isn’t sure how he wound up on the auction block being eyed up by hundreds of eager women, but he knows who to blame for it – Lily Taylor, the sexy, distracting, off-limits best friend of his kid sister. As far as he’s concerned, the sooner this nightmare is over, the better.

The last thing either of them expects is for Lily to wind up bidding on – and winning – Beau, or that their date will lead to Beau stepping in to save Lily when her past comes back to haunt her. As Beau does his best to keep Lily safe, they discover that maybe they don’t dislike each other quite as much as they thought.

In fact, maybe it’s just the opposite…

Check out the Bound to the Bachelor page at Tule Books for excerpts and buy links for the most popular vendors.

About the author

Sarah Mayberry is the New York Times best selling and multiple award winning author of more than 38 books. When she’s not writing romance, she’s working in the film and television industry in Australia and New Zealand. She’s married to the love of her life, and adores her furry black Cavoodle, Max.

You can find Sarah at her website, Facebook and Twitter.

Cover reveal for Taming the Legend!

I’m so, SO excited to share the cover for Taming the Legend with you. It might be my favorite cover for my London Legends series. When Carina Press sent it to me, they said it showed the hero in a “sexy yet vulnerable” position. Boy howdy!

So here it is…in a puzzle!

(If you don’t want to do a puzzle, you can see the cover here.)

Taming the Legend comes out on May 11 but it’s available for pre-order. I’ll share the first chapter in a couple of weeks, but here’s more about the book.

Taming the Legend

Book four of the London Legends

When retiring rugby star Ash Trenton considered his next career move, coaching troubled teens at his ex-girlfriend’s California camp wasn’t on the list. But when Camila Morales reappears after eighteen years, begging for his help, he can’t say no to his first and only love.

Camila was just sixteen when Ash moved on to start his rugby career, leaving her heartbroken…and on her own to make a life-changing decision. Now she needs his help to win a tournament prize and save her camp. Relying on Ash is the last thing she wants. But while it’s hard to get over being dumped for a sport, it’s even harder to ignore the rush of attraction that has only gotten stronger after so many years apart.

Coaching teens is the hardest job Ash has ever had, and the task becomes personal when he begins to fall for Camila all over again. But when he is offered his dream job, will he choose the job—or the woman whose heart he already sacrificed once?

Amazon.com | Amazon.ca | Amazon.co.uk | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play | Goodreads

What do you think? How sexy does Ash look in that photo?

Interview with debut author Jamie Wesley – & Kindle giveaway!

Today I’m really excited to introduce you to Jamie Wesley, whose debut book comes out today! I’m really excited to read Tell Me Something Good – I always love books where the characters have fun, unusual jobs. Rival radio-show hosts? Sign me up!

Here’s Jamie to tell us more. Make sure you enter the giveaway below. Jamie’s giving away a Kindle!

1. How do your hero and heroine meet, and what are their first impressions of each other?

Tate and Noelle meet about a year before the story starts at a staff meeting, and well, let’s just say it was not love at first sight. I believe there were accusations of being a pig and someone needing to take a stick out of a certain body part. Things haven’t improved in the year since.

2. What are their best and worst characteristics?

Tate is fun-loving and doesn’t worry about what other people think. However, he’s also a bit arrogant and stubborn.

Noelle sees the best in everyone (well, except for Tate) and is always willing to help someone. But, she, too, is stubborn.

3. Where is this book set, and what makes the setting special?

The book is set in my hometown, Dallas, but what makes it really special is that the story takes place at a talk radio station. By the very definition of their jobs (and the task presented to them), Tate and Noelle have no choice but to share their thoughts about all kinds of things. I’m sure it won’t come as much of a surprise that they don’t always agree. 🙂

4. Do you write in genres other than contemporary? If not, are there any genres you would love to write in?

No, I’m a contemporary gal all the way. I don’t have the imagination to write paranormal and I’m terrified of screwing up my facts in a historical and receiving angry emails from readers.

Someday, I’d love to write a kid’s book in the vein of The Babysitters Club series. Those books were key in cultivating my love of reading, and I’d love to offer that same gift to another child.

5. How would you describe your books?

Funny, sexy, modern, and heartfelt.

6. What’s the best compliment a reader could give you?

Your book made me laugh, fan myself, and cry. (I don’t ask for much – lol).

7. If you weren’t an author, what would be your dream career?

I’m a sports junkie. While I do work in the sports industry, I’d love to work for one of the Dallas professional teams in their community relations department. Or at The Wide World of Sports at Walt Disney World.

8. If you were stuck on a desert island, what ONE book would you want with you?

Hardest question ever. Umm, umm…are you really going to make me choose?

If 10-year-old Jamie were answering, I’d say Anne of Green Gables or The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Adult Jamie is torn between It Had to be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, the first sports romance I read and probably Born in Fire by Nora Roberts (or some Nora book).

Actually, Adult Jamie wants to go through my collection of books because I’m sure I’m forgetting a book I absolutely adore and can’t live without.

Tell Me Something GoodTell Me Something Good

Two radio show hosts. One show. Who will come out on top?

In a moment of restlessness, Tate Grayson sold his multimillion-dollar company and spun his love of sports into a radio talk show. Life, and love, is too short to take seriously—a fact he enjoys rubbing in uptight radio host Noelle Butler’s face.

After the death of her parents, a tragedy she blamed on herself, Noelle vowed to live a controlled, focused life. Now a psychologist, she channels her need for connection into her radio show. But when the arrogant sportscaster next door tells listeners men shouldn’t get married, she’s all too happy to yank the silver spoon out of his overprivileged mouth.

Their heated on-air arguments are a hit, but when the station director forces them to do a joint show for two weeks, Tate and Noelle object. They can’t stand each other, despite the attraction sizzling beneath every interaction. But if they can’t pull the struggling radio station back from the brink, they’ll lose their jobs. Or worse, their hearts.

AmazonB&NKoboiBooks | Google PlayGoodreads

 

About Jamie

Jamie Wesley

Jamie Wesley has been reading romance novels since she was about 12 when her mother left a romance novel, which a friend had given her, on the nightstand. Jamie read it instead, and the rest is history.

She started her first manuscript, a contemporary romance, after she graduated from Northwestern University in 2002 and couldn’t find a job. Life got in the way as it often does, i.e. she found a job, and she didn’t finish the story. However, she never forgot about it and finally got serious about completing it in 2009. She’s been writing ever since.

Jamie holds a master’s degree in sport management (yes, that’s a real thing 🙂 ) from the University of Texas at Austin, so it probably comes as no surprise that she loves sports and spends an inordinate amount of time rooting for her hometown Dallas’s pro sports teams and her alma maters.

She also adores Walt Disney World, shopping, and pop culture. Want to know if your favorite TV show is going to be canceled or what the newest Disney attraction is? Ask Jamie. She’ll probably know the answer.

Get to know Jamie better: Website | Blog | Twitter | FacebookNewsletter

Giveaway!

To celebrate the release of her first book, Jamie’s giving away a Kindle! To enter, please answer this question: If you were stuck on a desert island, what ONE book would you want with you?

Then be sure to fill out the Rafflecopter and gain additional entries!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Release day party & giveaway for Upside Down by Lia Riley!

Today’s a very, very special day, my friends. First of all, it’s my one-year anniversary of being published. Yes, Knowing the Score came out a year ago today. Hurray for Spencer and Caitlyn!

Secondly, my amazingly talented friend Lia Riley has her debut book coming out today. For the rest of our lives, we can toast each other every August 5th. How cool is that?

Lia’s one of the funniest, cleverest people I know. That’s why I asked her to be my date to the RITA awards. I’m so freaking excited for millions of readers to discover her. And, just to show you how creative she is, I’m excited to say she decided to turn things upside down here on my blog and is interviewing me instead of me interviewing her. She’s also giving away by far the most amazing prize pack I’ve ever seen. You WANT this prize!

Take it away, Lia!

Upside Down teaserLia: Kat, thanks so much for letting me ramble onto your lovely blog, turn the table and put YOU in the interview hot seat. KNOWING THE SCORE came out one year ago (congrats, and LOVE that book). Today is my debut. Outside of eating my feelings, what would be the single best piece of advice you could give a newly published author?

Kat: Hoo boy. Never read your reviews when you’ve had a couple glasses of wine? Actually, I’d probably have to say two things (I know, I’m cheating): 1. Read the bad reviews only if you think you can learn from them. Otherwise, try to forget they exist. 2. Make sure your readers know how much you love them. One nice email from a reader really, truly makes all of the bad reviews fade away.

Lia: What’s one thing your readers would be surprised to learn about you?

Kat: That’s really tough. I think my blog and books give readers a pretty good idea of who I am. Maybe that I wrote a paranormal romance when I was about eight? If only I’d published it, I would’ve been ahead of the trend by about fifteen years! The hero was Frankenstein’s monster, and I remember that he picked up the heroine for a date in a Corvette, but poor Frank had to put on his “nice young man” mask before the heroine would go out with him.

Oddly enough, I still tend to write about people who wear masks in public.

Upside Down teaser

Lia: If you had to be stranded on a desert island (stocked with coconut trees and fresh water, I’m not a torturer), what fictional hero would you take along?

Kat: That’s easy. Sheridan Drake from Laura Kinsale’s Seize the Fire. Partly because he’s one of the hottest, most tortured heroes I’ve ever read about, but mostly because he gets stuck on a desert island in that book and proves that he can not only help the heroine survive but also have lots of sexy times without getting her pregnant. That’s gotta be a big bonus on a desert island.

Lia: What new author has grabbed your interest?

Kat: Besides you? Jamie Wesley. (And I’m really happy that I get to host her on my blog next week to celebrate her debut!) I love that her novel Tell Me Something Good is about two radio show hosts. It sounds unusual and fun.

Lia: If you had to choose, who would you consider as an author role model?

Kat: Oh, damn. Well, I’m not a very fast writer, so probably authors like Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Julie James who put out one really amazing book every year or two. Or Courtney Milan, who has blazed trails in publishing. Or Jane Porter, who’s so creative and savvy. Can I have all of them?

Thanks so much for being here today, Lia, and for letting us all celebrate with you! I hope you have an amazing release day and hit the bestsellers lists! *muah!*

Upside Down by Lia RileyUpside Down

Book #1 in the OFF THE MAP series
New Adult Contemporary Romance

If You Never Get Lost, You’ll Never Be Found

Twenty-one-year-old Natalia Stolfi is saying good-bye to the past-and turning her life upside down with a trip to the land down under. For the next six months, she’ll act like a carefree exchange student, not a girl sinking under the weight of painful memories. Everything is going according to plan until she meets a brooding surfer with hypnotic green eyes and the troubling ability to see straight through her act.

Bran Lockhart is having the worst year on record. After the girl of his dreams turned into a nightmare, he moved back home to Melbourne to piece his life together. Yet no amount of disappointment could blind him to the pretty California girl who gets past all his defenses. He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants Talia. But when Bran gets a stark reminder of why he stopped believing in love, he and Talia must decide if what they have is once in a lifetime . . . or if they were meant to live a world apart.

Buy it at Amazon | Amazon UK | B&N | Kobo

About Lia Riley

Lia RileyAfter studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, LIA RILEY scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. When not torturing heroes (because c’mon, who doesn’t love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about as-of-yet unwritten books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. She and her family live mostly in Northern California.

Find Lia on her website | Tumblr | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest

Giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway