Maddie James

Evan MacKay is grateful to have his four brothers working beside him at Sweet Grass Ranch. Maintaining their ranch lifestyle is his priority, but the bank is breathing down his neck and he worries the ranch can't support their growing family. Secretly, he waits for the other boot to drop.Turns out the other boots are Jimmy Choo black stilettos worn by the new bank loan manager.Jessica Chase doesn't claim to be an expert on ranching, but she's a whiz in finance, particularly in whipping delinquent accounts into shape. As the new kid on the block, she is driven to succeed, and ready to pull the Sweet Grass Ranch account back into solvency. She is also eager to rebuild her life in South Dakota.The city woman in heels knows a lot about money, Evan admits, but nothing about cattle. He tries to advise her about ranch business, but she dismisses his recommendations. While intrigued by the abrupt rancher who tries to educate her about cows, Jessica feels her resolve slipping. She has a job to do, and it doesn't involve kissing the grumpy cowboy.But kiss him, she does.Can Jessica rein in her growing attraction for Evan while remaining committed to her professional goal? Will love triumph over the bottom line?

How long will she stay in that space in between?The day Julia Salinger admits to her girlfriends she has a drinking problem, she vows to do something about it. Spending time in a recovery center helps. So does attending AA meetings and therapy. But the thing that saves her, day after day, is fixing breakfast for strangers.It's routine. It gets her out of bed every morning.While she and her husband, Mark, had dreams of operating their Old Louisville B&B together, her drinking put an end to that dream-and their marriage. And while Mark still shares in the business venture, the running of the inn is Julia's responsibility.And all goes well, until it doesn't.Despite therapy, Julia still wrestles with the cause of her drinking-her difficulty coping with the loss of their stillborn child, months of bourbon binges covering up her grief. But now that she's sober, grief surfaces in other ways.Her father pressures her to return to the family law firm. A friend from AA dies of an overdose. She hears a baby crying in the attic and is certain her Victorian era home is haunted. She craves the sweet oaky taste of bourbon and caves to a night of binge drinking. She doesn't get up to fix breakfast the next morning.Mark gives her an ultimatum-get her act together or he's taking over the B&B.Julia decides her best therapy is the beach and heads to Tuckaway Bay for solace, healing, and her girlfriends. A secluded cottage at the end of the Sea Glass Inn Resort becomes her sanctuary, where she lets very few people into her life for weeks-except for the older man who fishes in front of her cottage every day.

She's roses. Caving to her best friend's crazy ideas is one thing, but Kim Martin knows she isn't equipped for a two-week pack-horse trip into the Colorado mountains-especially with a rough-edged cowboy as their mountain guide. His outdoor style might jump-start some women's libidos, but a city woman like Kim finds him-(almost? barely? definitely?) irresistible.He's rawhide. Thad Winchester's patience for city women wears as thin as the seat of his jeans-but there is something about the plucky blonde that puts his hard-and-fast, don't-touch rule, to the test. Kim Martin alternately aggravates and enchants him-but she might just be the woman he needs to share his Flying W. Ranch. If he can get past his rules and make the first move.When things heat up between them, an argument sends Kim flying away from camp on her horse and into the wilds of the mountains. Alone. Can she navigate her way back to the camp? Will Thad find her? And if so, can they work out this push-pull magnetism between them to some sort of positive scenario?This opposites attract, contemporary western romance novel will leave you wondering if these two characters will ever find a happy medium, not to mention their way permanently into each other's arms.

One more deadly romantic comedy. Meet Mitzi, Molly, and Marla-three sisters, southern-fried born-and-bred, and the ghosts who love them.Marla Newberry has no interest in dating someone local. She much prefers midnight runs to a biker bar in Shreveport.Cooter Haines, drummer for a Grateful Dead tribute band called Skull Bone, owns the biker bar called The Deadhead. He also happens to be the only guy who can curl her toes like a sprung guitar string.And while she enjoys surrendering to his toe-curling on occasion, she's not interested in bringing the long-haired drummer home to daddy--until the night Cooter tells her he loves her, and then comes up missing.That Saturday night, a rival drummer makes a deal with the devil (aka the Skull Bone's manager) and steals the drummer job away from Cooter. Cooter angrily speeds off on his bike and doesn't return. Marla smells a rat.Later, she wakes up to find a ghostly Cooter sitting at the foot of her bed. Dead isn't so great, he tells her, and those rumors about Southern Rock bands jamming in Heaven? He's seen no evidence. Plus, he's pretty sure someone jacked up something on his Harley making him roll the bike. He needs her help to find out who wanted him dead.But is Cooter really dead, or was Marla only dreaming? And days later, where is he?Can she and her sisters solve this final mystery of the men in their lives, and the ghosts(?) who love them?Read less

Another deadly romantic comedy-three sisters, a smattering of ghost, a touch of romance, a boatload of mystery, and a stitch of southern humor.Molly Campbell had everything-a gorgeous Louisiana mansion, a rich husband, and a lucrative career. Had-not has-because her redneck husband dies in a seven-car pileup on the way to a monster truck pull, setting off a chain of events that leaves her penniless and moving into her deceased Gran's home in Carrington, Louisiana.To say lifestyle change is a bitch is an understatement.She misses Don (and admittedly, his money) but doesn't miss his belittling manner.When he comes to her in ghostly spirit and apologizes for every nasty thing he's ever done (too little, too late), and that he lied to her about the bank account (too little, too gone), and tells her she needs to pay off his casino debt to keep the family safe (too overwhelming, too damn much ), and suggests that the truck accident might not have been an accident after all (too creepy, too murdered?), she gives him the cold shoulder.Molly has no desire to listen to her deceased husband's honeymoon phase sweet-talk and probable lies in death. She'd had enough of that while he was living.But Don insists he was murdered, and when things start happening-eerie phone calls, threatening messages, and bullets whizzing past her on Gran's porch-Molly concedes.With her sisters in tow, and aided by a charming, tattooed private investigator, Molly seeks to uncover the truth. The suspense and hilarity that ensues might make you laugh out loud-seriously. Dead serious.

A southern-fried comedy with a touch of romance, a side of mystery, a smattering of paranormal, and three crazy sisters....All Mitzi Winston wants is enough money to pay this month's mortgage payment. That is the only reason she even considers the phone sex job. Ever since her husband's disappearance, she has held things together nicely-until recently. And now, well, she just needs the money.Biting the bullet, she goes for the interview, only to find that the phone sex job isn't real and she's too late-not for the interview, but to save her husband. For there he is, dead on the floor, a bullet to the back of the head. To make matters worse, his ghost is hovering around and chiding her for being late. Not to mention he is horny as hell and trying to cop a feel.Which only begs the question, "Do dead men still want it?"

A modern Red Riding Hood retelling in the Bayou.... When Garnet Boudreaux's boss tells her she's headed to New Orleans during Mardi Gras, she immediately resists. She doesn't want to go, and she's not certain what will be waiting for her when she arrives, because going to New Orleans means going home--and home is not a place she wants to be. But standing in the voodoo shop on Bourbon Street, she's told by Madame Madeleine Dupuis she has no choice. The witchy woman presses two pouches into Garnet's hands, wraps a red cape around her, and tells her she must go--and go now--to see to her grandmother. Max LeBlanc spies the auburn-haired beauty across the street and knows in a heartbeat she is the one. A Rougarou always knows when he's met his mate. Some may call him a lycanthrope, a werewolf if you will, but in Cajun bayou lands he's known as The Rougarou. He's waited several hundred years for this moment, and for her. He will claim her for his mate. Tonight.