Thursday, 22 January 2015

Spotlight: For Ruby’s Love by Starla Kaye #Western #Erotica

Today I'm hoping to appease some of you with a more spicy taste when it comes to romance. I'm happy to have a Decadent Publishing sister on my blog today sharing her latest release. 

I am excited to be here on your blog today talking about my new Decadent Publishing release: For Ruby’s Love.

The story is contemporary, erotic, with Western and glbt elements. The backdrop is a ranch in the Flint Hills of Kansas. This is the sequel to “The CEO and The Cowboy.”

Cowboys are some of my favorite heroes to write about, although I write about many other heroes as well. There is just something about a cowboy that calls to me. I particularly enjoy dealing with a cowboy who has certain fairly set-in-stone ideas and then has them confronted, knocking him back a bit and having to reconsider things.

Calhoun faced such a situation in the first book when he met Daniel. He hadn’t considered himself drawn to men until he came face to face with the businessman. It through his world off kilter as he adjusted to having a male lover, but they learned to accept each other and start a future together.

Then, in “For Ruby’s Love,” a spirited cowgirl enters their lives. She butts head with the stubborn cowboy and has the long-time gay Daniel cautiously rethinking that matter. Can three such different people find a life together?

Book Excerpt

He pulled open the over-sized front door and gaped at the bit of a woman shivering on the porch. She appeared a foot shorter than him and a good sixty or more pounds lighter. What hit him most were her eyes—an odd dark green, like jade or something. Her eyes narrowed as he looked her over.
Finally, she stretched to her full minimal height and bristled at him. “When you’re done checking me out, do you think you could let me inside? It’s colder than cold out here.”
Daniel stepped beside him and intervened. “Let the lady in, Cal.” He looked around her and asked, “Where’s your car? Assuming you drove here.”
She slid between them into the tiled foyer before turning back. “No car. And I didn’t drive here, at least not exactly.” Her teeth chattered.
Calhoun closed the door against the sharp winter breeze and watched her pull off a battered pink Stetson, unveiling chin-length strawberry-blonde hair. “What does ‘not exactly’ mean?” He added, “Who are you, anyway?”
She worried her trembling lower lip and glanced from him to Daniel and back. She pulled off a glove and stuck out her hand. “Ruby McMurtry.”
Instead of taking her hand, he puffed up in annoyance. “You’re late! Where’s your father?”
She started to lower her hand, glowering at him.  But he noticed something besides anger in the depths of those enchanting eyes. He couldn’t get a handle on the emotion.
While he tried to calm down, wishing he hadn’t jumped on her, Daniel reached out and shook her very red-looking hand.
“You feel like ice,” he said in concern. He took a second to scowl at him.
As she blinked at her hand sandwiched between Daniel’s, her already pink-chilled cheeks turned pinker. “I should’ve worn my thicker gloves,” she muttered in clear discomfort. When she managed to slip free, she glared at him.
A twinge of guilt about his rude behavior passed through him, but his anger came out first as he repeated himself. “Where’s your father? I have a serious bone to pick with him.”
Those eyes that still captivated him welled up with tears. His gut tightened.
Her lower lip wobbled and she sputtered, “He…he…he’s dead.”

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About the Author:

Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories.


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