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AUTHOR RANDI ALEXANDER
Hi, I'm Randi Alexander and I write cowboy erotic romance. Thank you so much, Ann, for hosting me today. It's the last day of my blog tour, and the last day to sign up for my big contest giveaway. (more on that later!)
I've done a lot of research on horses since I started writing about cowboys. For Her Cowboy Stud, my new release from The Wild Rose Press, I've learned a great deal about horse stud farms. Trace, my hero, owns a stud ranch, and I wanted to understand what his life was like.
I watched videos of live horse breeding, artificial sperm collection, and shipping and freezing sperm. It's a very interesting profession, being a horse breeder. We had neighbors, a few years ago, who bred paint horses. Beautiful animals. I enjoyed talking to them about how they choose the horses to match up to attain certain markings. It's more complicated than I could explain.
They invited us to watch a live horse breeding. We brought the kids but left them in the house with the rancher's kids. Out in the corral, the breeding happened just as I explained it in the excerpt below, except the stallion needed a little help finding the…um…entryway, and the man reached up and guided him in. That was unforgettable and eye-opening.
After the deed was done, we went into their house to collect our kids. All the children were inside playing, and their youngest daughter and our oldest had their My Pretty Ponies all lined up on the table. My girl said, "Guess what? We're going to breed our ponies." Yep, eye-opening and unforgettable, too, but we had a good laugh. That's life on farm, I guess!
When I win the lottery, I'm going to buy a horse stud ranch somewhere in Texas. I would love to try breeding paints because they're so interesting with all their unique markings. My brother owns leopard appaloosas, and they're lovely, too. Of course, rodeo broncs are amazing, too, and that would be an adventure, to breed them.
I'd love to hear from you. Do you like horses? What's your favorite breed? (If you don't like horses, I'd love to hear the story behind that, too, and I'll share my horse injury story in a comment.)
Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.
Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?
EXCERPT: Over 18 only, please.
A loud whinny erupted from a corral followed by male shouts. Trace stared over Macy's shoulder. “Sorry, I need to tend to this.” He glanced down her legs. “You bring any sensible shoes?”
She stared at her pink painted toenails. “Yes, I have—”
“Put ‘em on and head over to the first barn. I’ll meet you there.” He took off at a lope.
She hoped everything was okay. As she watched him go, her mind blanked. Wow, she could watch him from behind for hours. His form fitting jeans showed off his really nice ass. As he jogged, his thigh muscles bunched. Impressive. Not only was he built like a stud, he owned a stud farm. Ironic? Maybe.
She popped the trunk, dug out her flip flops, and slid into them. Dusting off her “take me” sandals, she set them carefully in the trunk. If all went well, she’d get to wear them again today. It was getting late, the sun nudging closer to the horizon. Would he ask her to stay for dinner? Maybe after, he might offer her a tour and a leisurely walk around the grounds. His hand on her lower back to guide her…
“Ugh.” These fantasies she had going on in her head were getting her nowhere but into trouble. She did not want to appear easy to Trace. Nor would desperate, trampy, or horny be appropriate, either. She needed to get her mind off sex.
“No. Sex.” She stole another glance at the cowboy as he climbed over a fence.
She closed the trunk and headed to the corral where Trace stood holding a rope at the head of a regal black horse. Two other cowboys led a white and black horse toward Trace’s. The big white and black looked wild-eyed, reared up, stomping down hard, baring its teeth, and snorting.
The tail of Trace’s horse was braided. As the white and black horse danced closer, she looked at what protruded between its hind legs and… “Oh. My. God.” They were going to breed them. Right there in front of her.
Macy bit her lip as a flush of embarrassment warmed her neck. She glanced around, hoping no one saw her watching. It seemed so public. Shouldn’t they do this in a barn? With dim lighting and maybe—she grinned—soft music?
Breathing deep of the earthy scent of grass and animals, she murmured, “You’re not in Chicago anymore.” This was nature’s way, a beautiful thing. Animals did this in the wild all the time. It was only humans who had issues about the splendor of the body and its inherent sexuality. This should not shock and embarrass her. Especially in her line of work.
Trace’s voice rumbled low and calm as he talked to the female horse. Mare? She knew very little about horses, except what she read in books. The male horse—stallion—seemed out of control. The cowboys each kept a tight hold on their rope as they drew nearer.
The stallion mounted the mare, driving his extra-large penis home while biting the back of the mare’s neck. The mare seemed compliant. Submissive. She liked being held tight. Mischievous thoughts flooded Macy’s mind. Ideas of Trace and her tangled together, leather and ropes.
Macy glanced at Trace, and, of course, he was looking at her. Despite her nature-girl self-talk, her cheeks warmed at his stare. But she didn’t look away.
The act was over in seconds. The stallion dismounted and the two horses brushed their noses together for a short time before going their separate ways. No awkwardness, no promises to call each other soon. No hurt feelings.
Damn. Why did that depress her? She’d rarely indulged in one-night stands, but if this cowboy offered, it would be hard to say no.
Trace handed off his horse, walked toward her, and climbed over the fence. Macy enjoyed every move he made.
Even in his dressier clothes, he was all rugged cowboy. He'd rolled his shirtsleeves to reveal heavily muscled forearms with a light cover of dark hair. The way he walked, so self-assured, made her all gooey inside. As he drew closer, her heartbeat picked up, and a zap of desire shot through her.
“Enjoy the show?” he asked, a grin curving his lips.
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Randi "Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied"