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“Who doesn’t like hot and sexy cowboys? Add in the super alpha attitude and the women that want to get them out of their chaps and you got In A Cowboy’s Bed.” 

Beth, Tome Tender

“SIGN ME UP FOR SOME COWBOY LOVE! This was a fun fast summer read. It had three amazingly hot and steamy love stories by three really great writers.”

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New Release (again) – Gillian’s Island

Gillian's Island What’s happening? I recognize this cover. It’s not new!! Yes, yes, I hear you. Let me explain…

Due to circumstances beyond the owners’ control, Sapphire Blue Publishing, the original publisher of my erotic short story Gillian’s Island, has closed its doors, and as of December 1st, all rights for stories published with them revert back to the authors. So that means this to you… I’ve reworked Gillian’s Island, expanded a smoking hot sex scene bringing the story up to 22k words and rereleased it for 99 cents on BARNES & NOBLE NOOK, Amazon Kindle, All Romance eBooks, and Bookstrand.

It was fun going back in and revisiting this story. It was while researching the writing of it back in 2009  that I first discovered the Eat Something Sexy site where I researched the aphrodisiacs I have my characters eat, which eventually leads to some pretty wild times for them. It was shortly after signing up for the Eat Something Sexy newsletter that Amy Reiley put out a call for bloggers to join her team, and I, taking a chance that a site about sexy food might be interested in an author who writes sexy stories, responded. She was interested and Confessions of a Romance Writer on the Eat Something Sexy blogs was born. The rest is history! And in fact, look for more collaborations between Amy and myself in the future…

So long story short, Gillian’s Island is back and slightly ramped up in the S.E.X. department. Read an excerpt HERE



It’s Time to Ride! Almost…

RideAre you a rodeo fan excited for the NFR Event in Las Vegas next week? Or a PBR fan in withdrawal during the off season?

Are you a reader chomping at the bit for the December 28th release of my RIDE (Studs in Spurs, Book 3)?

Then you might want to hop over to Eliza Gayle’s Naughty November Blog Event where I just posted a never before seen excerpt from my Vegas-set eBook RIDE, the next installment in my contemporary bull rider series. Chase lovers rejoice!

Scenes From the Cutting Room Floor

The Rookie Studs in Spurs Deleted Scene

I finally got around to formatting and uploading the deleted scene I cut out of BUCKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 2).

This is the scene where Mustang, freshly hurt and mourning the possible loss of his bull riding career, decides to take rookie bull rider Chase under his wing for a wild night with a woman they picked up at a local bar.

It’s short, only 2500 words. This is NOT a romance, it’s not a complete story, it is just what it says, a single scene that shows you what happened behind closed doors to the characters in BUCKED. If you want romance, if you want an HEA, if you want to learn more about the characters, read UNRIDDEN, or BUCKED, or the upcoming RIDE.

Making the pdf of this scene available is my gift to my loyal readers. ONLY download it if you are an adult of over 18 years old, not offended by sexual situations written in frank language, already love the Studs in Spurs cowboys, or want to sample a small taste of what the series is like. IF you don’t meet the above criteria and download and read this anyway, don’t complain to me. You’ve been warned.

If you enjoy this look into my cowboys’ world, try 8 Second Ride, a 3000 word scene starring Chase, also free, also containing sexual situations, also not a romance and not a complete story.

If you are interested in knowing why my post is full of all these conditions and warnings, read my recent post on my Confessions of a Romance Writer at the Eat Something Sexy blogs.

Sexy Saturday-win an eCopy of BLISS

Here’s the deal… Promo Goddess Stella Price came up with this idea and invited us, her author friends, to play along. Each Saturday a bunch of us will post a portion of a sex scene on our blogs. You, our lovely readers, read the scene and then post a comment with what song you think would best fit the scene. I will choose one winner at random from all the comments received before midnight Sunday eastern time, then post that winner on Monday. That winner will have one week to email me to collect thier prize, which will be whichever book I am giving away that week.

Got it? Good. Here’s today’s scene from my newest paranormal release, BLISS. The winner will receive a PDF of Bliss.  And don’t forget to visit the blogs of my friends, Stella Price, Tilly Greene and Bianca D’Arc.


Love’s Immortal Pantheon, Vol. 3

Psyche, Adelfa, and Bliss. Three beautiful sisters. One timid, one selfish, and one caring; but all three hungry for the pleasures of the flesh.

Upon gazing at her beauty, Eros, the god of love, demands the virginal Psyche be brought to his bed. Never mind that this is in direct defiance of the all-powerful goddess Aphrodite, who loathes her earthly rival.

Psyche has her own feelings about whose bed she’d rather be brought to, and it’s not that of the mysterious being who summons her. Led by Bliss, the three sisters hatch a surprising deception of their own that will hopefully satisfy all their needs.

Lust. Jealousy. Betrayal. Sex. Lies. Love. The truth will be revealed in the end, but will they all survive it?

Excerpt (RATED: Mature for adults only)

She waited for him inside. The woman with the face that had Aphrodite green with envy. Psyche, the creature who made his heart soar, and she was his. Even the arrival and intrusion of her entourage into his sanctuary didn’t diminish the happiness of finally having her.

It had been all Eros could do to stay away until full darkness. Now, he needn’t delay any longer. Psyche lay waiting in his bed. Yet still he stood on the wrong side of the door. He pressed his palm against the wood and willed his wildly beating heart to calm.

Feeling ridiculous for hesitating, he grabbed the doorknob. He’d bedded countless women over the millennia. This one would be no different. The falseness of that idea screamed through his brain. This one was vastly different. This was the woman he’d defied Aphrodite for when he stood before the goddess and swore Psyche was taken care of. That she would never be seen by a mortal man again. That wasn’t a complete lie as she would be his, and he was an immortal. Though he doubted Aphrodite would appreciate the technicality.

Putting the goddess out of his mind, Eros entered the room and moved into the blackness. The illumination from the stars shone through the window opening and allowed him to see just the outline of the wide bed draped in white gauze. He aimed for the bulk of the mattress.

A fluttering began low in his belly when he thought about what it would mean to love her in complete darkness. Would every other sense heighten because he’d deprived himself of seeing her? He shuddered in anticipation of the coming pleasures.

After reaching the bed, he slid his hand along the coverings, seeking her, but he found only the cool, smooth bedding. No warmth. No body of the woman he craved. “Psyche?”

“Here.” Her voice, barely louder than a breath, originated from the dark corner to the side of the window.

Eros moved toward the sound, careful to not step into what little light came from the night sky through the opening. She couldn’t see him. His lie to Aphrodite depended on no one, not even Psyche, knowing the man to claim her would be him.

Hands extended, he eventually found her there in the corner and finally touched the object of his desire for the first time since laying eyes upon her beauty. Had it been only that very day? It seemed as if it had been far longer than that since she had entranced him. “Love, here you are.”

He heard her swallow before she answered. “Yes.”

Smiling, he ran one hand up to cup her face. He felt the softness of her hair.

“You don’t talk very much, my lovely, but after having met your extremely verbose sister, I think I’m grateful for that fact.” She drew in a sharp, audible breath and he regretted the statement. “I apologize. She is beloved to you and I shan’t speak ill of her again.”

Beneath Eros’ fingers, she trembled. He opened himself, seeking the cause. Her emotions flooded him, a tangled mix with fear dominating all the rest. “Please don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. You do believe that, don’t you?”


The pounding of her heart vibrated through the hand he had pressed to her back. He sensed the doubt that told him her answer was less than truthful. That pained him.

“No, you don’t believe it yet, but you will, in time.” He bent his head low and breathed in the scent of her. Clean cotton, lavender water, and woman. The hand on her face traced a path down her throat to her collarbone, before breaking away. His hand roamed lower, down over her curvaceous hip and she trembled harder. A thought struck him, one that hadn’t occurred to Eros before. “Am I the first man to touch you?”


No other answer could have made him happier. He dragged one finger down her arm and felt a shudder run through her. His hand found her cheek again and he leaned in and let his lips brush her jaw, then trail down her throat.

Her head tipped to one side and allowed him greater access. Taking it he stepped closer and let his lips claim hers. He pressed one leg between her thighs as his mouth worked on hers. Her breath quickened and a new emotion flowed from her and through him. Desire. He groaned as her need filled him, mingled with his own, and settled low in his gut.

So hard from wanting her he throbbed, Eros pressed his erection against her hip and felt her reaction to it. Fright mingled with curiosity. “What you fear will only bring you pleasure. I swear to you.”

Doubt radiated from her.

“What will make you believe me? Tell me. What can I do?”

She hesitated. “Maybe if I…touched you first.”

His laughter sounded too loud as it filled the darkened room. “Touch me all you want, my love.”

She began slowly, tracing the tips of her fingers first over his face, then down his chest until she finally ran just the tip of one finger over his length. Eros’ eyes closed from the sensations running through him at even that small contact of her hand on his cock through the thickness of the fabric covering him.

“If you’re going to explore, you need to do it properly.” He lifted the fabric out of the way and placed her hand on him again. She jumped when she connected with his bare flesh.

“There. Now, you can really touch me and see there is nothing to fear.” It took all of his will to continue to speak rationally with her hand on him.

“You’re right. You’re perfectly average.”

Eros choked. “Average?”


“I assure you, woman, I’m not average.”

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Review for Unridden

“A story with a city girl, two bull-riding cowboys, and so much sizzling sex you’ll melt the house down. How can you possibly go wrong? Cat Johnson has delivered another ménage to swoon for in Unridden, book one in the Studs and Spurs series… This is a delightful romp that fans of ménage will enjoy. You have the angst, the tension, and oodles of white hot sex. You’ll root for Slade and Jenna, and enjoy Mustang because the characters are so well written so that you understand what goes on between him. The writing is great, the story flows well, and you’ll go from zero to sixty in five seconds flat. Unridden is a satisfying read that’s pleasurably hot to the touch. Don’t forget to put this one on your TBR list.”

Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews

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