Unridden is a Best Seller at MBaM!

My new cowboy menage, UNRIDDEN, ereleased yesterday and is the #6 best seller at My Bookstore & More this morning! AND it is discounted for a limited time only. Below is a brand new never before seen excerpt! Here is the setup, Jenna and her author friends go out for a few drinks and discover bull riders galore at a local bar. Unfortunately for Jenna, the 2 she really wants aren’t there, but one who has his eye on her is… What happens at the Romance Writers’ Convention, stays at the Romance Writers’ Convention.

Enjoy. Cat



When country boys meet a city girl, everyone is in for a wild ride.

Studs in Spurs, Book 1

Slade Bower and Mustang Jackson are living the high life on the professional bull-riding circuit. The prize money is big, the bulls are rank, and the women are willing. But something is missing.

For Slade, waking up in a different city with a different woman each morning is holding less and less appeal. Even Mustang’s creative attempts to shake things up don’t help. Then along comes a big-city author who’s like nothing they’ve ever encountered. Something about her makes Slade sit up and take notice—and Mustang is always up for anything.

Romance writer Jenna Block has a problem: her agent thinks a cowboy book will jump start her career. A born New Yorker, Jenna doesn’t do cowboys, not on paper, and definitely not in real life. Luckily for her there are two cowboys ready, willing and able to take her out of her comfort zone in every way that counts…and some ways she hadn’t counted on.

Product Warnings

This story contains two hot cowboys, one very lucky woman, hot ménage sex, and lots of bull.


They hadn’t even gotten all the way back to the corner yet when one of the bull riders spotted them. “Hey, Chase! Did you know these women all write romance novels?”

True to the cowboy gentleman stereotype, the cowboy who’d spoken abandoned the chair he occupied and swung it behind Jenna so she could sit. Jenna couldn’t remember the last time a man had given her his seat back in New York.

“That’s my friend, Garret.” Chase informed her, then raised a brow. “Romances, huh? You said you were a writer but you didn’t say romance.”

Jenna found herself not only seated, but also with a cup of beer. It mysteriously appeared and was shoved in her hand. Taking a gulp for lack of anything else to drink, she let the cold foam slide down her suddenly dry throat.

She looked up at Chase above her and shrugged. “Eh, you know, I like to remain mysterious.”

Chase squatted down next to the chair and tipped his hat back so he could look up at her.

He laughed. “You are that, Jenna. You definitely are that. Mysterious and beautiful.”

Jenna shook her head at him. “And you, Chase, are a flatterer and a flirt.”

She watched another smile curve his lips and sighed while trying to ignore how good the attention felt. She wrote it off to her thirty-five-year-old psyche enjoying the attentions of a younger, okay, much younger man. But a little innocent flattery couldn’t hurt anyone, could it?

Around her, the other three authors had never looked happier, each flanked by at least one cowboy. The one next to Barb, Garret, Chase had called him, grabbed the now empty pitcher and as he left to go refill it at the bar, Barb leaned over close to Jenna. “Oh, my God! These are real cowboys!”

Jenna laughed and whispered back, “Yeah, I know.”

“I mean real, not just guys who like to wear boots and hats,” Barb amended.

Yeah, she’d noticed that distinction herself. Still laughing, Jenna raised her voice. “Barbara, this is Chase. He’s competing in the bull riding finals and he’s up for Rookie of the Year.”

Chase stood and tipped his hat to Barb. “Ma’am.”

Jenna couldn’t help but smile at Barb’s raised brow as she looked from Jenna to Chase and back to Jenna again. If that look didn’t insinuate that Jenna should go for it, she didn’t know what it did say.

If only Barb knew Jenna had already gotten herself a cowboy, two in fact. That thought had Jenna glancing around the bar once more, looking for the two missing men.

Chase got pushed further back behind her when the other cowboy returned with another two full pitchers of beer and put them on the table. Barb took that opportunity to lean in again. “Chase is adorable.”

“Yeah, adorable, just like a puppy.” Jenna rolled her eyes.

Barb shrugged. “So he’s young. Big deal. It’s not like you’re going to marry him. I think you’d get more out of one night with him than that conference session you took about writing hotter sex.”

“Oh my God, Barb! You are so bad!” Jenna hissed and felt her face heat. She dared a glance in Chase’s direction and saw him watching her and smiling. Yeah, odds were good he knew he was the subject of the conversation, which had Jenna’s cheeks reddening even further, she was sure.

“When else can you be bad, Jenna? Come on. What happens at the romance writers’ convention in Tulsa, stays at the romance writers’ convention in Tulsa.”

Jenna seriously doubted that was true, considering the notorious gossips attending the conference.

Barb’s cowboy finally finished pouring beer for the table, including Jenna, she noted as she glanced at her almost overflowing cup. Jenna was happy when he then went back to focusing on Barb, which meant that Barb didn’t have the time to focus on Jenna’s sex life any further.

She felt a hand on her shoulder right before she felt a warm breath of air tickle her ear. “You sure are cute when you blush.”

Jenna felt the heat deepen and spread across her already blazing cheeks at that comment. Chase grinned wider because of it. She raised the big plastic cup and took another huge swallow and tried to ignore that Chase’s attention was starting to make other parts of her anatomy heat up as well.

As the noise level increased and the beer started to go to her head, Jenna saw close to a dozen shot glasses suddenly appear on the table and she was swallowing something that burned her throat and made her cough. She grabbed her cup of beer and downed it gladly to sooth the fire of the shot. Before she knew it, she was having difficulty walking a straight line to the bar’s bathroom.

In the ladies’ room, Jenna wasn’t so drunk she didn’t think to check out how she looked in the mirror as she washed her hands. Nor did she forget to reapply her lipstick, though staying in the lines seemed to take more concentration than it should have.

Running her fingers through her hair, she consulted her flushed reflection one last time and grabbed the door handle, cringing when she overestimated the weight of the door and sent it crashing into the wall.

Pretending she hadn’t caused the racket, she slipped into the hallway that contained the doors to the men’s and ladies’ rooms as well as an ancient looking payphone, and found Chase waiting for her.

“Hey, there.” He put one hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, but it wasn’t in a aw shucks, ma’am way like when he’d first approached her that night. It was in a sultry and very adult I’m a man, and you’re a woman, so how about it? way that twisted her stomach and parts lower.

“Hey.” Her voice sounded husky in her own ears.

Chase made a point to consult the digital readout on his cell phone before he held it up for her to see. “I still have a few hours left of my birthday. There’s time for you to give me that birthday kiss you promised.”

Had she promised that? Between Chase’s temptingly sexy lips and the alcohol, she honestly couldn’t remember. When he leaned his head down so his mouth was barely a breath from hers, Jenna stopped trying to remember and instead let him close the small distance to meet her.

Things quickly became a blur as Chase’s hands came up to first cup her face, then tangle in her hair. He kissed her deeper and she let him, opening her mouth when his tongue slid between her lips.

Heart-pounding, she found herself pressed up against the wall by Chase’s lean, hard body. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he tipped his head and kissed her harder. That slight shift of his position pressed his thigh more closely in between hers and she realized just how good that pressure felt. Too good. She wanted more. She didn’t want to want more.

Jenna pulled away and broke the kiss. Chase let her, leaning his forehead against hers for just long enough to let out a satisfied moan.

“Thank you, Jenna. That was the best birthday present I’ve gotten in a very long time.” Then he straightened up, grabbed her hand, adjusted the cocked brim of his hat, and led her back to the table, where too many pairs of eyes widened and more than a few sets of eyebrows raised.

Jenna glanced at Chase and saw he was smeared in her lipstick. She shot him a quick signal to wipe his mouth as his fellow bull riders chuckled. She quickly took a moment to wipe at her own most likely horrendously lipstick-smeared mouth.

Horrified, she glanced at her friends and found them grinning wide and looking about as drunk as she felt. Barb raised a shot to her in salute and smiled, right before Barb’s cowboy grabbed her hand, pulled her from the chair and led Barb back toward the same hallway.

Halfway across the floor, Barb turned. “What happens in Tulsa…”

“Stays in Tulsa,” Megan echoed, as she was pulled, giggling, into the lap of a cowboy. Ann didn’t answer since her mouth was suddenly occupied by the fourth cowboy.

Jenna raised a brow and glanced up at Chase, who shrugged, then started to massage her neck and shoulders gently. “I told you we were a welcoming bunch.”

As her head lolled to the side in ecstasy, Jenna said, “You can say that again.”


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