Here is a sneak peek of soon-to-be released HONEY KISSES, book two in the ROMANCE ON THE RANCH SERIES. In book one, Ann Hackstetter was introduced. When characters keep me awake nights whispering their stories, I know I have to share them. Ann's story is irresistible, and she's irresistible to Jackson Martinez. However, Ann has a secret. I wonder what Jackson's reaction will be when he finds out? In this excerpt, Jackson asks Ann to dance at her son's wedding.

Excerpt:

The band started a new song, I Cross My Heart by George Strait. "May I have this dance?" The deep timbre of Jackson's voice made Ann's heart trip. Looking up into smoky gray eyes, she couldn't form a word. She indicated her acceptance by pushing her chair back. Jackson held her elbow and guided her to a back corner of the dance floor. Placing her hand in his, she followed his lead in a slow dance.

"You look beautiful," he said, close to her ear.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

More people stepped to the floor, which forced Jackson to move closer.

The singer sang, "I cross my heart and promise to...give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true. In all the world you'll never find a love as true as mine." Ann wanted to lay her head against Jackson's chest, but doing so would only make her look foolish. She was at least ten years older than him.

After a minute, he said, "Annie, do you remember the first time we danced?"

She nodded. He was the only person who called her Annie and it made her heart flutter. He made her feel twenty-one instead of forty-one.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try, again because the third time's a charm. I'm finally happy with the cover for Dream Kisses. I tried my hand at designing the cover and my husband said, "Verna, stick with what you do and let the experts do what they do." After trying twice and not creating the perfect look, I asked Elaina Lee (For the Muse) to design the new cover and I love it! She was also the artist for the Shapeling Trilogy. So, the cover is up on my website and will soon show up on Amazon.

Blurb for Dream Kisses:
Sarah Carter a.k.a. Mims Murphy, meets Sage Tanner at Imaginings Publishing while he's posing for the cover of her soon-to-be-released western romance novel. After being bulldozed into a coffee break with him by her publisher, Sissy Johansen, an embarrassing incident makes Sarah furious, and she walks out. Of course, fate has a wonderful way of intervening in matters of the heart. After deciding her book needs a touch of reality, she signs up for "dude" lessons at Lazy M Dude Ranch. Imagine her chagrin when she discovers the owner of the ranch is none other than Mr. Tanner himself!

Excerpt:
The photo shoot had already begun when they slipped into the studio. Sissy motioned her to a spot near a side wall. Mims leaned against the wall, her eyes riveted on the models. Lights flashed and the photographer, a short skinny man with a balding pate, called instructions. "Move in, Sage. Yeah, give her that sexy, hot hot HOT look. Make her sizzle. Chastity, let him know who's in charge."

Sissy smothered a giggle and whispered, "Can you believe her name is Chastity?"

Mims bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"Okay, models, let's try a kiss. The title of the book is Dream Kisses, so how about some dream kisses. Make my toes curl."

With a rather bored expression, the male model glanced in Mims direction. Her heart tripped when their eyes met, something that only happened to characters in her books.

Sissy whispered, "He's absolutely the most gorgeous model I've ever seen, and I've seen my share. If I were twenty years younger, I'd throw myself at him unabashedly." She sighed.

"Sissy, you're kidding, right? You're married," Mims shot back.

"I think I'm kidding; not really sure."

Mims shook her head and looked back at the models now sharing a passionate embrace and kiss. The female had hit the genetics jackpot: curvaceous body, flowing blonde hair, sexy sky blue eyes, and full pouty mouth. Of course, maybe it wasn't genetics; maybe it was implants, hair salon, contacts, and Botox. Whatever, she's still gorgeous.

A fan gently billowed the female's lavender silk drape around her luscious body and lifted her golden hair off her shoulders. The male model bent her slightly backwards, all evidence of his boredom gone when he laid a whopper on her. His hair, the color of rich mahogany laced with sunlight, also moved in the breeze of the fan. His linen shirt, falling off his shoulder and open to the waist, revealed tanned skin and washboard abs.

Sissy said, "My God, I think I can scrub clothes on his abs."

Mims choked and shook her head at Sissy's forthrightness.