The Matchmaker and the Cowboy, an all-new beautifully-crafted small-town standalone romance in the Windsong Series from USA Today bestselling author Robin Bielman is available now!
Callie Carmichael has a gift for making bridesmaid dresses—some even call them magical. Somehow, every person who’s worn one of her dresses has found love. Real love. And as long as that happily-ever-after is for someone else, Callie is happy. Because she’s fully over getting her heart broken…which is why her new roommate is definitely going to be a problem.
After being overseas for six months, Callie’s only choice is to stay with her best friend’s ridiculously hot brother, Hunter Owens. Cowboy, troublemaker, and right now, the town’s most coveted bachelor. Only, Hunter isn’t quite the player she thought. And if it weren’t for her whole “no more love” thing, their setup could get confusing really fast.
Now, Hunter wants Callie to make him a best man suit—a “lucky for love” kind of suit. But what happens if she makes the suit and he finds true love…and it isn't her?
Each book in the Windsong series is STANDALONE:
* The Wedding Crasher and the Cowboy
* The Matchmaker and the Cowboy
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REVIEW: THE MATCHMAKER AND THE COWBOY (WINDSONG) BY ROBIN BIELMAN
The Matchmaker and The Cowboy by Robin Bielman
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
With humorous dialogue and irresistible romance, The Matchmaker and the Cowboy strikes at the heart. From unpredictable to emotional, Bielman delivers temptation with more than a few watershed moments. Hunter and Callie are the best kind of trouble. A heartbreaker that won't be easy to forget.
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Excerpt
Hunter woke with a start. He hated the recurring dream where he was falling off the roof of the barn, only this time he was falling into the wide mouth of a giant spider with a Gene Simmons KISS tongue.
He was pretty sure spiders didn’t have tongues, but his head hurt too much to dwell on it.
Swallowing thickly, his eyes landed on someone sitting in the corner chair. He wasn’t too surprised to have company; his family worried about him. However, there was nothing familial about the beautiful redhead watching him. He’d dreamed about her last night, or rather pictured her here with him when he’d gotten up to use the bathroom.
Obviously, his mind was still playing tricks on him, a damn shame considering the best cure he could think of was Callie Carmichael in his bunkhouse.
“Are you okay?” Dream Callie asked. She had a soft voice that soothed all his aching muscles. “You squealed in your sleep.”
Definitely still dreaming, since he’d never squealed in his life. “I’d be better if you climbed in here with me,” he drawled lazily. He’d kicked off his pajama bottoms during the night so had nothing on underneath the sheets, and a certain part of him loved the idea of her joining him. She, on the other hand, wore long-sleeved navy pajamas with white polka dots on them. Not what he would’ve picked, but he couldn’t control every dream.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and assume your fever is making you delirious.”
He put his palm on his forehead. Yep, a definite heatwave was happening.
Wait. He didn’t normally feel himself while dreaming. Was Callie actually sitting in his bedroom? Or had he died and gone to heaven?
“You’re not a figment of my imagination?”
Rather than answer him, she got to her feet, came closer, and put out her hand.
For him to touch.
Hot damn. He still wasn’t clear on why she was here, but he didn’t care. She’d never offered any part of herself to him before, so he’d take it. Her light green eyes were softer than he’d ever seen them and her curly hair wild, like she’d been here all night, sleeping on his couch.
As far as gifts went, this took the top spot. He could tell himself all day he’d moved on from his crush, but this close to her, he forgot about the promise he’d made to himself.
The bed covers slipped slightly as he lifted an arm free to touch the top of her delicate hand. Soft, warm skin met his, just like he’d imagined.
She pulled her arm back and returned to the chair, too far away for his liking. “Now that we’ve got that settled, how are you feeling this morning?”
He pushed himself all the way up to a sitting position, exposing his bare chest as the sheet slid to his waist. She maintained perfect eye contact like she couldn’t care less about checking him out. Holy cow, she was here. He knew this because she never gave him the once-over. Never paid him much attention beyond politeness.
Which meant…
Last night when he’d gotten up to relieve himself buck naked, she had been standing a mere five feet away. And a minute ago he’d asked her to join him in bed…
About Robin Bielman
Robin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops (and by frequent she means daily but she’s trying to break the habit), and spend time with her family.
Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby (see above) and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. Keep in touch on social! xoxo
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She can’t fall for the duke.
Easier said than done.
Big Duke Energy, an all-new, must-read laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Emma Hart is out now!
When bestselling romance author Ellie Aarons finds herself with chronic writer’s block, she’s pretty sure all she needs is a change of scenery. A beautiful lakeside cottage with her cat seems like a good idea.
She’s wrong. She needs more than a change of scenery—she needs a muse.
Which is why it’s so irritating that she’s drawn to the enigmatic but grumpy Duke of Windermere who owns the estate she’s staying on.
They don’t get along—not in the slightest. They could not be more different, which is why it’s so irritating that Max seems to be the muse she’s been looking for. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t help but picture him as the hero in her next book.
Oh, well. There’s really not a lot she can do about it. The muse wants what the muse wants.
Except Sir Winston Purrchill keeps exploring the goat barn, and Max’s delivery of him for the fiftieth time means he sees her manuscript open on her laptop.
He knows instantly that she’s writing about him. The story she’s written reflects their entire relationship until now, but that spicy scene?
That hasn’t happened. Yet.
Max is ready to compromise—he’ll give her the inspiration she needs for her novel, but she has to stop asking why he’s so against the relationship his grandmother desperately wants him to have.
With her deadline looming, Ellie has no other option but to agree.
She just hopes that she won’t do what her heroine is doing.
And fall in love with the duke.
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Except
Sir Winston Purrchill keeps exploring the goat barn, and Max’s delivery of him for the fiftieth time means he sees her manuscript open on her laptop.
He knows instantly that she’s writing about him. The story she’s written reflects their entire relationship until now, but that spicy scene?
That hasn’t happened. Yet.
Max is ready to compromise—he’ll give her the inspiration she needs for her novel, but she has to stop asking why he’s so against the relationship his grandmother desperately wants him to have.
With her deadline looming, Ellie has no other option but to agree.
She just hopes that she won’t do what her heroine is doing.
And fall in love with the duke.
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“Can… Can I have a go?” I asked softly.
Max looked over his shoulder at me, one eyebrow quirking. “You want to feed them?”
“I’ve never done it before. I only kept chickens as a kid, and the local farmer never let us feed his goats. They used to bite. Or so he said.”
His lips twitched into something that might’ve vaguely resembled a smile. “All right. Come here.”
I walked over to him.
“They can be quite aggressive,” he said. “Not in an attacking way, but they’re really quite fond of their food.”
I felt that on a deep level.
I, too, was fond of my food.
“Get a handful and hold your hand flat before you offer it to them,” Max said gently. “They’ll shove their heads through, but they’re just greedy.”
I swallowed and scooped up some food, then slowly moved my hand towards the goats. They all did as he’d said and shoved their needy heads through the bars, even tilting their heads to the side to get their horns through, and I inched my hand closer.
“Hold it flat,” Max reiterated.
I uncurled my fingers, pausing. “Like this?”
“No. You’re still bending your fingers.” He stepped towards me and took hold of my wrist. His left hand held it steadily, and a tingle danced up the inside of my forearm. His right hand controlled the gentle uncurl of my fingers until my hand was fully flat. “Like this,” he said softly, with his body right next to mine. “Or they might bite your fingers.”
“You might have told me that a moment ago,” I mumbled, holding my hand back from the goats.
He had full control over my hand; make no mistake about it. He was solely responsible for the unfurling of my fingers and the slow movement of it towards the goats.
And his body…
Well, he was right beside me. It was strong. Firm. The kind of body you could press your back against and feel safe with.
Ahem.
Not that I was noticing.
Max moved his left hand to cup my elbow and used his position next to me to turn me towards the goat. “I prefer to feed them this way,” he said in a low voice. “With my thumb facing away. Less things for them to munch on.”
“You’re not instilling confidence in me.” I swallowed. “They won’t bite me, will they?”
“Maybe.”
“Hey!”
“You asked.”
“The correct answer was no.”
“Shh. You’ll scare them.” He moved my hand towards the goats. “Ready?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” I replied.
He laughed. “You asked for this.”
“I rescind my request.”
“Too late.”
Max pushed my hand towards a goat. I squealed, shutting my eyes. My entire body tightened with apprehension, and I even leaned back into him a little.
Was I leaning into him or away from the goat?
I’d never tell.
The goat licked my hand, snaffling up the feed pellets.
It… was like a very large cat.
I opened my eyes to see a pair of very large lips lapping at my palm.
It tickled.
“There’s no need to look so scared.” His words were almost a chuckle in my ear.
“You just said they’d bite my fingers off.”
“Only if you don’t keep your hand flat. They’re not the smartest.” He scooped a handful of feed back into my palm. “Keep your fingers flat. Like a board. And keep your eyes open, because if they’re going to nibble you, then you can see it.”
I made a little grunting noise to express my displeasure at the idea of having my fingertips nibbled on by a goat, but I slowly put my hand in front of them. Vincent van Goat lapped up all the pellets gently, and I pulled my lips up into a smile.
All right.
He wasn’t that bad.
“See? You were scared for nothing.” Max’s lips tugged up before he quickly schooled his expression back to one of no emotion. “And there’s something on the hay bales that you’ve been looking for.”
I jerked my head around to the bales. “Winston, you little bastard!”
About Emma Hart
Emma Hart is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over forty novels and has been translated into several different languages.
She is a mother, wife, lover of wine, Pink Goddess, and valiant rescuer of wild baby hedgehogs. She lives in North Wales with her family, three cats, one very large dog, and an undetermined number of chickens and ducks.
She's known for her hilarious, sarcastic romantic comedies with wildly inappropriate grandparents, and has been dubbed "The RomCom Queen" by her readers.
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Don’t Tempt Me, an all-new sizzling and must-read dark mafia standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author Renee Rose is available now!
I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess.
I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder.
Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer.
He’s the bad boy I crushed on as a teen–
Dangerously handsome.
Deliciously dominant.
But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.
I’ll never return to La Cosa Nostra.
Even if he learns to unlock every secret to my body–
I must keep him away from my heart.
The book is a lengthened and revised version of the previously published story The Bossman.
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Excerpt
“Why me?” The words croak out of me.
He tilts his head to the side. “I don’t know, Soph. I just think…you might be the one.”
Panic rises in my throat. I might have conceded we were exclusively screwing. But I’m not getting pulled back into the Family. No matter how weak-kneed its crown prince makes me.
“I’m not, Joey.”
His expression shutters, but if anything, he looks more resolute. More stubborn. “We’ll see. For now, no more men. Got it?”
I lift my chin. “Are you asking me or telling?”
“I’m asking.” I see a flicker of humor around his lips. “In a forceful way.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “Yeah, I’m getting that.”
His hands are gentle on me now, settled on my hips. He brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. “Do I still get dinner tomorrow night?”
I don’t know why I’m trembling–whether it’s from the orgasm or the conversation or just Joey’s continued closeness. “Yeah.” I breathe the word.
He puts a knuckle under my chin. “Yeah?”
I stare into the dark brown pools of his eyes and nod.
His lips brush over mine. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
The moment he leaves, I miss his body. Crave his attention back on me. Want to learn his secrets. But that’s crazy. I don’t know what I’m doing with this man.
Hot sex is one thing, but I can’t get into a serious relationship with him. Tomorrow night I’ll explain that clearly. When his hands aren’t on my skin. His scent isn’t surrounding me. Before he makes my body hum and my throat hoarse from begging.
About Renee
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, and Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance. She’s hit the USA Today list ten times with her Chicago Bratva, Bad Boy Alpha, Wolf Ranch books, and various anthologies.
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