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What happens in Vegas…sometimes follows you home.

Pro bull rider Chase Reese knew things move faster than an eight-second ride in Las Vegas. He just never expected to be driving home with a national championship under his belt and a wedding band on his left hand with no clue how it got there.

Yet he can’t complain about the stripper bride beside him. From the moment his buddies bought him a lap dance from her, her trembles told him there was more to her than stiletto heels.

Leesa Santiago has met the perfect guy. Her timing couldn’t be worse though. If it was just their explosive sex, she could walk away. But from the moment her lap dance brought her this close to his baby blues, she was hooked. She can’t lie that she couldn’t be happier to bear his name—or guiltier that she’s using it and his Oklahoma farm to hide out from mob hit men.

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The wait is finally over for HOOKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 4)! Please enjoy the below excerpt!

Cat Johnson

HOOKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 4) by Cat Johnson 

His last eight seconds could lead to the longest, most satisfying ride of his life.

Annie Grant is at the top of her game as an on-air interviewer for the pro bull-riders tour. In all those years standing within microphone range of thousands of sexy cowboys, she’s never been tempted…until now. Now that respected veteran Luke Carpenter is no longer with his longtime girlfriend, he’s back on the market. And Annie is buying.

Luke knows his days are numbered. Every year the rookies get younger, the bulls get ranker and, like it or not, the time is coming when he’ll be hanging up his spurs. After a sizzling hot night with Annie, he realizes that maybe this old dog can learn some new tricks. But quicker than a bull can spin, things get complicated.

A tragedy forces Luke into a no-win decision: hang onto the tail end of his career, or retire early for his family. Either way, he can live with his choice. Question is, can he live without Annie?

Warning: Contains knock-your-boots-off cowboy lovin, some up close and personal interviews of the oral persuasion, and a happy ending…cowboy style.

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It’s finally here, Chase’s book. The wait is over for all those who loved him in UNRIDDEN (Studs in Spurs, Book 1) and BUCKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 2). Here’s a steamy excerpt from my newest release, RIDE (Studs in Spurs, Book 3).
Enjoy!
Cat Johnson

Ride by Cat Johnson
What happens in Vegas…sometimes follows you home.
Studs in Spurs, Book 3

Pro bull rider Chase Reese knew things move faster than an eight-second ride in Las Vegas. He just never expected to be driving home with a national championship under his belt and a wedding band on his left hand with no clue how it got there.
Yet he can’t complain about the stripper bride beside him. From the moment his buddies bought him a lap dance from her, her trembles told him there was more to her than stiletto heels.

Leesa Santiago has met the perfect guy. Her timing couldn’t be worse though. If it was just their explosive sex, she could walk away. But from the moment her lap dance brought her this close to his baby blues, she was hooked. She can’t lie that she couldn’t be happier to bear his name—or guiltier that she’s using it and his Oklahoma farm to hide out from mob hit men.

That’s before Chase’s family gets involved. And his determination to do the right thing pushes her to do the one thing that will keep him safe. Break his heart.
Do cowboy boots mix with stripper heels? And can a love that started out on the wrong foot end up on the right one? That’s the risk you take waking up in Vegas.
Warning: Contains one happy-ending lap dance that will make you squirm, some pretty hot sex between two strangers who also happen to be married to each other, and a huge surprise conclusion.

An excerpt from
Ride
Copyright © 2010 Cat Johnson
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They had done this birthday show dozens of times in Leesa’s months at the strip club. Usually one man was just like another. She never paid very close attention to them as individuals, but as Holly led their subject onto the stage by the hand, Leesa found herself really studying this one.

Obviously embarrassed, he shook his head and pulled against Holly’s grasp. He made a half-hearted attempt to sit back down with the other guys rather than be dragged into the spotlight. Even as he laughed off the ribbing from the other guys, there was a look on his face that said he’d rather be an observer than the center of attention, especially when Holly pushed him into the chair on stage. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly in his throat as Holly cuffed his wrists behind the back of the chair.

Holly started the show, circling him like an animal sizing up its prey while the crowd cheered. Even under the bright spotlights that washed out all but the most intense colors, Leesa could see his face grow red.

His surprise was nearly palpable when Holly whipped off her corset and her breasts bounced just inches in front of his face. Then Holly turned away from him to face the admiring crowd and started to strut toward the far end of the stage, leaving the cowboy alone in the chair watching her leave. He looked almost relieved she had walked away and taken the attention off him. Poor guy. Little did he know that was Leesa’s cue to join the routine.

After climbing the stairs onto the stage, Leesa circled the chair. Holly returned and they stalked him together, while the expression on the poor guy’s face became almost comical, a cross between embarrassment and anticipation, as though he wasn’t sure if what was to come would be good or bad.

Somehow his shyness emboldened Leesa. Standing facing him, she bent from the waist, giving the crowd a nice shot of her ass. The whistles and calls from the audience clearly showed their appreciation.

Bracing a hand on each one of his knees, she yanked his thighs apart and spread his legs wide. His eyes flew open at the action. She laughed and a feeling of power surged through her.

Up close he looked a few years younger than her own age. He was probably right off the farm, here in Sin City for one wild night. She could give him that. A night he’d never forget. She liked that idea.

Donning a smile, she leaned in closer to his ear so he would hear her over the noise. “Relax, cowboy. Enjoy it.”

He jumped when she spoke. She pulled back enough to see his deer-in-headlights stare as it focused on her face. He swallowed hard again and then nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at his down-home politeness even in this situation as she straightened up. He was as sweet as he’d first appeared. Leesa liked that he looked so innocent and squeaky clean. For some reason it made her want to dirty him up a little. Now that she’d wrapped her head around giving him something to remember tonight by in the back room, she was really starting to get into it.

Stepping into the space she’d created between his knees, she turned her back toward him and whipped off her skirt. She jiggled her butt cheeks in front of his face to the accompanying whoops of the other cowboys. Leesa couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder. Mouth slightly agape, he stared mesmerized directly at her ass. Her gaze dropped and yeah, other parts of him had taken notice of her too. That was clearly outlined in his jeans, and she had to admit, it appeared pretty impressive from where she stood.

As Leesa strained to watch over her shoulder, Holly stepped up behind him and ran both of her hands down the front of his shirt, then started to unbutton it. Holly tugged it from where it had been tucked neatly inside his belted jeans and pushed the shirt open to expose a nearly hairless chest. He was lean but definitely fit judging by the sharply cut outline of his chest and stomach muscles.

Meanwhile, the cowboy squirmed in his chair beneath the scrutiny.
Turning to face him fully again, Leesa planted her costume’s high-heeled fringed suede boot on the edge of the chair between his thighs. His gaze dropped to the long expanse of her exposed leg in front of him. Visually, he followed the line of her thigh up to the glittering G-string that covered what the law said had to be covered, but not much else.

While Holly took another turn around the stage and collected some more dollar bills, Leesa took the show to the next level. Straddling the blushing cowboy, she ground against him. The only thing separating them was her G-string, the denim of his jeans and whatever underwear he was wearing. She couldn’t stop wondering exactly what kind that was. She supposed she’d find out soon enough.

Gyrating her hips, she felt the bulge in his jeans personally. Leesa watched his quick intake of breath at the contact. She couldn’t help her own gasp when the friction of rubbing against him caused nerve endings long ignored to wake up. Now that her sex drive had been pulled out of hibernation, it screamed for attention.

She met his gaze and felt her own cheeks grow warm. Their faces were so close, he must have noticed her getting flushed.

In spite of the public venue and the fact it was supposed to be all for show, it somehow became an intimate moment. Leesa shook that thought from her head. She hadn’t been with a man since she finally broke it off with her rotten ex. She hadn’t even looked at a man with romantic or sexual interest since then because she’d been so turned off after him. She was turned on now though.

The loud whoops from his group of friends in particular served as a very real reminder she was here to entertain the crowd, so entertain she did. Leesa whipped the two sides of her vest apart just inches from the cowboy’s face.

Beneath the rim of his hat, his baby blue eyes followed the action before coming back up to meet hers.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. It was like they were no longer under the hot spotlights in a crowded, noisy room. A crazy image crashed into her mind of staring into those eyes as he braced above her in her bed. Need coiled within her, poised and begging for release.

Her body was simply reacting with raw animal instinct. He was a desirable male specimen, and she was a woman who hadn’t been with one of those in a while. That explained the spreading warmth she felt between her legs. She pressed one last time against the bulge beneath the rough denim before she rose and turned toward the audience.

She may be playing to the crowd for tips at the moment, but Leesa remembered her promise to Holly.

Soon she’d be getting up close and personal with this man. Very soon. She tried not to let the unwanted lusty thoughts about this stranger scare the hell out of her. Last time she’d felt this way about a man and let other parts besides her brain do the thinking she’d made the worst decision of her life. She’d ended up dropping out of college in her senior year. That led to her being here now, mostly nude on stage in front of a bar full of men and about to take one of them back to a private room to earn some cash by pleasuring him.

The thought lodged a lump of fear in her heart even as her stomach fluttered at the idea of being alone with him—intimate with him—a man who blushed and called her ma’am and at the same time had her absolutely saturated with desire after one glance into his baby blues. Not to mention the temptation of what was contained within those jeans.

Leesa put some space between herself and the cowboy by doing a lap around the stage. As large, sweaty hands shoved bills into the feather-covered garter around her thigh, she couldn’t resist one more glance back at the birthday boy on stage. Leesa also couldn’t stop her heart from picking up speed when she realized that even though Holly was dancing directly in front of him, his gaze had followed her.

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…if you like hard headed strippers, Vegas and cowboys, grab Cat’s book, settle back with some popcorn and devour this yummy read! JM Schuler, PNR Reviews

So much has happened since that fateful night nearly a year ago when I sat brainstorming a way to market my cowboy series and finally came up with the line “Let’s Buck!” inspired by the title of the second book in my Studs in Spurs series, Bucked.

Since then the amateur bull rider I sponsor out in Oklahoma rides in a shirt with Let’s Buck embroidered down the free arm, has plastered the state with my Let’s Buck bumper stickers and he has even gotten a Let’s Buck tattoo. Yeah, bull riders are a little crazy.

Anyway, now, on the eve of the eRelease of RIDE (Studs in Spurs, Book 3), BUCKED is finally available in trade paperback. Of course it’s available for order online at all the usual venues, but what I’m most anticipating are reports of sightings on actual shelves. So if you see a copy at your local store, please do let me know. (Pictures are even better! LOL)

In the meantime, here’s an excerpt from Bucked for your reading pleasure.

Let’s Buck!
Cat Johnson
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BUCKED (Studs in Spurs, Book 2) by Cat Johnson

This cowboy is looking for more than just an eight-second ride.

Mustang Jackson does two things well—ride bulls and love women. So the injury that takes him out of the arena leaves him only one way to make a living. Unfortunately, getting paid to be a stud in front of the camera isn’t as fun as private conquests. When he catches sight of little Sage Beckett, minus the glasses, braces and pigtails he remembers, doing time in his hometown suddenly gets a lot more interesting.

Sage had a crush on Michael long before he started using that ridiculous nickname “Mustang”. Though from what she’s overheard about his string of buckle bunnies, the man more than lives up to it. In the past he always looked right through her. Now that he’s home again, she’s determined to capture and tame this wild stallion, no matter what it takes. She intends to satisfy her curiosity and move on, but with every touch she’s less sure she’ll ever purge him from her system. Once corralled in her arms, Mustang finds himself thinking that domestication may not be so bad after all. Except, once she finds out about his side job, she may not stick for the next go-round.

Warning: Contains one well-hung cowboy riding much more than just bulls, some ménage action in front of and behind the camera, some whips and chains and some red-hot cowboy loving.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Bucked:

“So what are you going to do now?”

That seemed to be the question of the night. Mustang looked up to find Chase watching him with concern. The last thing he wanted was pity. He forced a smile.
“First, I’m gonna find me a woman and get laid. An injury is like a magnet for chicks, especially on the night it happens. Gotta take advantage of it while I can.”

Shaking his head, Chase broke into an awed grin. “You are the master, Mustang. I bow to you, man.”

“Stick with me, kid and I’ll teach you all I know.” His smile was genuine now.

Glancing around the bar and looking for likely candidates, Mustang noticed Chase’s two friends. Garret and Skeeter seemed to be trying for a pair of hot girls who looked like they’d rather be elsewhere.

He shook his head. “Didn’t those two learn their lesson about picking up girls out of their league yet?”

Chase leaned back against the bar and laughed. “Guess not. It’s fine with me if they get shot down again. We’re all sharing one room. If they hook up, I’m out in the cold, or sleeping in the bathtub tonight. So which woman are you gonna go for?”

Mustang took a sip and browsed the many choices. Taking a young rider under his wing and teaching him the art of seduction was bringing back the thrill that had been missing for him lately. He nearly forgot about his arm, but not quite.
“You tell me, kid. If you could have any woman in here, which one would you want?”

“That’s easy. I picked her out the minute she walked in the door. Actually, I spotted her in the stands back at the arena.” Chase’s gaze skipped directly to a table in the corner where a mature brunette was seated next to a man. She looked a good fifteen years older than Chase.

The kid really did stick to the same type. This woman looked a lot like Jenna. It was no secret Chase had a huge crush on her back in Tulsa.

Mustang swallowed another mouthful of beer. “So why are you way the hell over here and not over there talking to her?”

Chase’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Because she’s here with a guy.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Are you crazy? You can’t hit on a woman in front of her boyfriend.”

“Well, no you shouldn’t do that. In that case, you wait for her boyfriend to go take a piss and then you hit on her while he’s gone.”

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JIMMY
Red, Hot & Blue, Book 3
By Cat Johnson

Social butterfly and a soldier in the Special Forces—a match made in…bed.

Special Forces gave Jimmy Gordon the undercover skills of a chameleon, but nothing prepared him for Amelia Monroe-Carrington, the governor’s hot, redheaded daughter. She thought she was seducing a banquet waiter, and he let her.

His next assignment pulled him from her bed and into the worst six months of his life. Images of Lia were what kept him alive imprisoned in Kosovo, and even now he’s home and recovered, she’s still in his head.

For her father’s political career, Lia has always done the appropriate thing, right down to dating a senator’s son. Her one rebellious act, an incredible night with a totally inappropriate man, ended when he disappeared. And then never called.
When they unexpectedly meet again, the pull between them is stronger than ever, tempting Lia to stop sacrificing her own happiness for the family dynasty.

This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.

Warning: Contains incredible one-night-stand sex hot enough to withstand time, distance, and some really nasty terrorist torture.

An Excerpt from JIMMY

Lia walked toward one of the horse barns for the grand tour alongside Jared Gordon, heir apparent of Gordon Equine. He was handsome, polite and he lived and breathed horses. She could tell that about him already. Although, after a few long boring dinners with the senator’s son where he talked of nothing but his political aspirations, horses would be a nice change of topic.

She glanced sideways at the young Mr. Gordon. Too bad when she pictured getting hot and sweaty with a man, it was always James who came to mind. Hmm. Come to think of it, this guy reminded her a bit of James. Same warm brown hair with golden highlights. Same hazel eyes swirled with flecks of gold and green. Same drawl in his speech. But the one big dissimilarity, the deal-breaker, was the fact that when she looked at Jared, her heart didn’t pump until she felt dizzy. Not like it did when she’d seen James standing in the hallway in front of the elevator that led to the presidential suite that night so many months ago. She sighed at the memory.

How pitiful was she? In fact, it was all she could do to prevent herself from searching through her old cell-phone bills online to try to find James’s phone number so she could call him. Did they even list incoming numbers on there? Maybe she should check.

Amelia Monroe-Carrington, calling a man. This must be what happened when a woman turned thirty.

What was that statistic? Something like a woman was more likely to get hit by a truck than married after the age of thirty? Humph. She could get married tomorrow if she wanted to, but thinking about who the candidate was, she’d rather get hit by a truck.

Jared was now explaining something about his philosophies regarding natural breeding versus artificial insemination, all of which were going right over her head. Lia smiled and nodded politely, a skill she’d perfected young. She was doing a good job of pretending she knew what he was talking about until she glanced up and spotted a man who literally knocked her right off her designer pumps.
Just as she was about to take a header in the dirt, James treated her to the crooked smile she remembered so well from that night and caught her by both arms.

“Careful there, darlin’.”

“You all right?” Jared was right next to her in an instant. She managed to nod a response to his question as she began to tremble simply from being in James’s presence again. Lia stared up at him for what seemed like an eternity as Jared continued. “Miss Carrington. This is my oldest brother, Jimmy, and my second oldest brother, Jack.”

Jared made the introductions that delivered the second shock of the day. James was a Gordon as in Gordon Equine? She finally managed to break her gaze from Jimmy’s face to discover the man next to him, the one under the big cowboy hat, was actually the cleavage-gazing bartender from the party where she’d met James…uh…Jimmy.

She looked back to Jimmy. Gathering her composure, she straightened her spine and extended her hand. “A pleasure to meet you.” Her voice may have been cordial, but she sincerely hoped her narrowed eyes said what she was really thinking. That being, what the hell were two successful horse breeders doing playing at being waitstaff miles away and why hadn’t James…or rather Jimmy, called her?

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My life since writing the Studs in Spurs series has been pretty bucking good and it all started with Unridden (Studs in Spurs Book 1) which as of this month is finally in trade paperback! How did this book come about? The idea came from my cowboy consultant who was helping me with the rodeo facts for ROUGH STOCK at the time. I told him I knew that book was going to be a hit and I needed an idea for another cowboy menage. I laughed when he suggested a book about a NY romance author who finds 2 bull riders to help her with the facts for her cowboy book, until I thought about it some more. Then I wasn’t laughing at all, I was scribbling notes in the middle of the night for what would become Unridden, and then morph into the Studs in Spurs series as Unridden was followed by Bucked (Book 2) and the upcoming Ride (Book 3).

Enjoy this excerpt from Unridden and look for RIDE (tentatively coming in December) and the yet to be titled Book 4. It promises to be a wild ride. Let’s buck!

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Unridden
© 2009 Cat Johnson

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Studs in Spurs, Book 1

When country boys meet a city girl, everyone is in for a wild ride.

Slade Bower and Mustang Jackson are living the high life on the professional bull-riding circuit. The prize money is big, the bulls are rank and the women are willing. But something is missing. For Slade, waking up in a different city with a different woman each morning is holding less and less appeal. Even Mustang’s creative attempts to shake things up don’t help. Then along comes a big-city author who’s like nothing they’ve ever encountered. Something about her makes Slade sit up and take notice—and Mustang is always up for anything.

Romance writer Jenna Block has a problem—her agent thinks a cowboy book will jump-start her career. A born New Yorker, Jenna doesn’t do cowboys, not on paper, and definitely not in real life. Luckily for her there are two cowboys ready, willing and able to take her out of her comfort zone in every way that counts…and some ways she hadn’t counted on.

Warning: This story contains two hot cowboys, one very lucky woman, hot ménage sex and lots of bull.

Excerpt for Unridden:

“Wow. This is nice.” Jenna had trouble diverting her eyes away from the large bed.
Her pulse raced. She was nervous, very nervous, and making conversation seemed the best way to postpone the inevitable—that being her and two cowboys she barely knew together in that big bed. But the moment she’d suggested they come back to the trailer, her decision had been made. After seeing the looks on both of their faces, she was pretty sure they knew it too.

There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. The internal do-I-or-don’t-I debate was done—she only hoped her bravado lasted long enough for her to actually go through with it without passing out from nerves.

“I like to try to stay at hotels during the competitions, but they were all booked,” Mustang explained apologetically. “On top of the bull-riding finals there’s some huge romance convention in town, or so I was told.”

As Mustang grinned pointedly at her, Jenna bit her lip and cringed. “Yeah, that would be the one I’m at. Sorry about that.”

Mustang laughed. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides, Slade actually likes the trailer better anyway.”

Jenna glanced at Slade, who was watching her and Mustang closely while not saying much. Actually, he wasn’t saying anything, as usual. “I don’t blame him for liking it. It’s a nice trailer.”

“Exactly how many trailers have you been in, darlin’?” Mustang raised a brow in challenge.

“Counting this one? Um, one.” Jenna felt her cheeks heat.

Mustang grinned. “That’s what I thought. Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna hit the head, then get us those drinks.”

After Mustang closed himself into the tiny toilet room, Slade finally spoke. “What’s all this about, Jenna? Guzzling your drink at the bar. Asking to come back here to the trailer when last night you wanted nothing to do with it. You’ve done a total one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turnaround since yesterday. What’s up?”

She considered his question and her answer very carefully. “Today’s my birthday, Slade.”

His head dipped once in a nod. “Happy birthday.”

“It’s my thirty-fifth.” She tried not to wince.

Slade shrugged. “So what?”

“So what?” Jenna laughed. “Easy for you to say. What are you? Like twenty-five?”

“I’m turning twenty-seven next month actually. Mustang’s twenty-five, though.”

She rolled her eyes. “Great, that’s just great. Well, at least I’m not old enough to have birthed you both.”

Slade shook his head. “What does it matter? You’re only as old as you feel.”

“Maybe that’s my problem, Slade. I feel old. I’m thirty-five, have no boyfriend, and I’m starting to seriously doubt my career choice. I’m not where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.”

“First of all, you don’t look thirty-five.”

Jenna snorted. “Thanks.”

“As for the rest, I don’t know shit about writing or books or what plans you had for your life, but as far as the no boyfriend part… I can’t say I’m unhappy about that.”

She raised her gaze to meet his. “Really?”

That had been quite a revelation from the man of few words. For the first time since meeting him, Jenna really looked at Slade, without looking away this time. She stared deep into his dark eyes and saw the man beneath the stone-hard exterior.

He nodded. “Yeah. Really.”

Maybe it had been the vodka and her deepening gloom over her crappy cowboy book on top of being yet another year older that had prompted Jenna to suggest going back to the trailer in the first place. But right now, it was Slade and his sincerity that made Jenna not doubt her decision one bit. She wanted this.
Hell, she was pretty sure she needed this.

Jenna stepped forward and leaned toward him. There wasn’t much distance between them to begin with given the size of the trailer, and now Slade was right in front of her, their bodies almost touching.

Slade was still too tall for her to reach what she wanted, until, eyes never leaving hers, he lowered his head a few inches, meeting her halfway. Tipping her head up to close that last temptingly tiny space, she touched her lips to his. She heard the sharp breath he dragged in through his nose at the contact.

As Slade’s rough palms came up and cradled her face, his mouth pressed harder against hers…and then the latch on the trailer bathroom jiggled.

In the blink of an eye, Slade raised his head and took one giant step back, leaving Jenna alone with her raging hormones.

She and Slade maintained eye contact for what seemed like forever before Mustang came to stand next to them again. Jenna turned in time to see the interested look Mustang gave them both.

“Hi.” Jenna smiled at him.

Mustang raised a brow and drawled out a slow, low, “Hey, darlin’.” The sound sent a quiver straight through her.

Oh, boy, was she in trouble.

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Okay, so now I’m going to spill some secrets about the writing of JACK that I hope don’t get me whacked… here it goes…

The gangsters from Brooklyn in this story are real. Paulie the Pudge came to my wedding, along with Anthony (aka “Tony”). Vinny Don’ Kno’ is real as well. Though he didn’t attend my nuptials, I have vivid memories of meeting him on his motorcycle 20 years ago outside a Brooklyn bar (across the street from a Nathan’s Hotdogs) that my husband took me to when we were dating. Picture a naive suburban girl thrown into that tough environment. I’ve been to bars where the coatcheck room was not used for coats, but for the radios that everyone removed from their cars and stored in there so they wouldn’t be stolen. Seriously. I’ve been through all out bar brawls—broken bottles, baseball bats and all (during which I hid outside on the sidewalk). I’ve seen the inside of a Brooklyn hospital after said bar fight while we waited for one of the guys to get stitched up at 4 in the morning. So yeah, the characters’ names though colorful are real, and the characters are loosely based on real people. You have to believe me because honestly, could I really make this stuff up? Even Johnny Bag o’ Donuts (who is discussed later on in this scene), though my husband corrected me and said it was actually ‘Bag Full o’ Donuts’ and I got it wrong, is real.

Truth is stranger than fiction.

Enjoy this excerpt with my SpecOp hotties as they confront the surreal world of the Brooklyn mob.
Cat

The best way to heal a broken heart is to jump right back on the horse. So to speak…
After watching the girl he’s crushed on for years fall for his best friend, the last thing special operative Jack Gordon wants is a vacation. If cooling his heels doesn’t drive him crazy, doing it under his family’s scrutiny will.
But once he’s back home things get more than a little interesting. The new farm hand is cute, sexy—and his instincts tell him she’s got something to hide. Luckily, he’s got the skills and the backup to find out what.
Gordon Equine is the perfect place for Niccolina Campolini. The Gordons pay in room, board and cash. And they don’t ask questions. Perfect for a girl on the run…until Jack shows up. Sexy as hell and far too inquisitive, Jack strikes sparks and suspicions that put both her body and her heart in danger.
Jack knows better than to trust a woman with as many shadows as Nicki, but the heat waves of their attraction are messing with his focus. And when her secrets catch up with her, he’s not sure if he’s protecting her from something, or protecting his family from her…
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Warning: This book contains extremely stupid gangsters bearing guns, a bored team of special operatives looking for some action, and one Southern gentleman guaranteed to charm your panties off.

An excerpt from
Jack
Copyright © 2010 Cat Johnson
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. Publication

“So let me get this straight. The one guy’s name is Paulie the Pudge and the other guy’s name is Vinny Don’t Know?” Trey’s gaze moved from Jack to Matt.

Jack looked up from checking his cell phone for an update from Jimmy and nodded. “That’s what
Nicki said.”

Another call to Jimmy had provided Jack with enough of a physical description of the two men for Nicki to identify them. Now Jack’s quickly assembled team had names to go with the bad guys chasing Nicki, but he still didn’t know how they’d finally located her at his family’s farm.

“Yeah, but you got to say it like you’re from Brooklyn. Vinny Don’ Kno’,” Matt, being from New York himself, explained. He’d arrived at the cabin toting his laptop plus a bunch of other electronics and was currently tapping away on the keyboard.

Trey let out a long breath. “This is like a really bad movie.”

Jack glanced over to make sure Nicki was still asleep on the cot in the corner of the cabin. Poor thing was exhausted. He didn’t blame her. She was sleeping so soundly she was snoring lightly. “Matt, what have you got on Vinny and Paulie’s boss? This Tony guy.”

“It looks like he recently dropped out of sight. After what you told me Nicki did to him, I’m sure he crawled away to lick his wounds in private. No mobster would want that story to leak out.”

Jack cringed at the thought of the wounds Nicki had inflicted on Tony. Not that the bastard didn’t deserve that plus more.

Matt continued. “But she definitely didn’t kill him. Word would have got out if he’d died. He’s too big for it not to.”

Too big. Great. Why couldn’t Nicki’s father have pissed off a small-time gangster instead? “So we can’t just make him disappear is what you’re saying.”

“As much as we’d all like to, no. He’d be missed. But I have an idea on that front. If you agree, Jack.
This is your deal.” Matt waited a beat.

Jack accepted his role as leader of this operation by nodding once. “What’ve you got?”

“I’ve hacked into this guy’s accounts. Ridiculously easy. I thought mobsters would have better tech guys, but apparently not.” Matt shook his head.

“They hire guys like Paulie the Pudge and Vinny Don’ Kno’ and you think they’re going to have state-of-the-art internet security?” Trey raised a brow.

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Jack (Red, Hot & Blue, Book 2)

The best way to heal a broken heart is to jump right back on the horse. So to speak…

After watching the girl he’s crushed on for years fall for his best friend, the last thing special operative Jack Gordon wants is a vacation. If cooling his heels doesn’t drive him crazy, doing it under his family’s scrutiny will.

But once he’s back home things get more than a little interesting. The new farm hand is cute, sexy—and his instincts tell him she’s got something to hide. Luckily, he’s got the skills and the backup to find out what.

Gordon Equine is the perfect place for Niccolina Campolini. The Gordons pay in room, board and cash. And they don’t ask questions. Perfect for a girl on the run…until Jack shows up. Sexy as hell and far too inquisitive, Jack strikes sparks and suspicions that put both her body and her heart in danger.

Jack knows better than to trust a woman with as many shadows as Nicki, but the heat waves of their attraction are messing with his focus. And when her secrets catch up with her, he’s not sure if he’s protecting her from something, or protecting his family from her…

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Warning: This book contains extremely stupid gangsters bearing guns, a bored team of special operatives looking for some action, and one Southern gentleman guaranteed to charm your panties off.

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Enjoy this excerpt from JACK:

It was hot. Not just normal hot like it got at home in New York in the summer, but beastly, sauna kind of hot. Nicki breathed out, but her own breath even seemed to raise the temperature.

She leaned against a fence in the shade and wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, ignoring the fact that she’d probably just left a lovely dirt streak there.

“How’re you doing?”

Speaking of hot… Jack had managed to sneak up without her hearing him once again. It’s like the guy walked on air.

“It’s hot,” she complained bad-naturedly.
Jack laughed. “Oh, darlin’, by the calendar it’s not even summer yet. What’re you going to do then?”

“Die. Or get a job in the frozen-food section of the food store in town.”

He shook his head vigorously. “Nope. I can’t let you do that. Jared would kill me if I let you quit over a little heat.”

“A little heat?” She stared at him in shock over that understatement. He didn’t look uncomfortably warm at all. Thin blood, she decided.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. “Come on. I know how to cool you off.”

“Where are we going?” It’s not that she didn’t trust him. Over the last few days, they’d settled on a kind of unspoken truce. He’d stopped with the questions, and she’d stopped avoiding him. But since this heat wave had hit overnight, she honestly was too hot to move. “Is it far?”

He laughed again. “You’re not going to melt from the heat. I promise.”

They crossed the field beneath the brutally hot sun until they were beneath the shade of a stand of trees. She was happy to be out of the heat of the sun again and even happier when they broke out through the trees and she spotted Jack’s destination. He stopped in front of a big, beautiful, and most importantly cool-looking pond shaded by a giant willow tree.

She took another step forward. “It’s like heaven.”

He smiled down at her. “And it’s fed by an underground spring, so it’s always cold.”

That information nearly sent her running into the water fully clothed. She turned to thank him when she noticed Jack stripping off his shirt while kicking off his barn boots.

“I don’t have a suit on.”

He grinned. “Neither do I, but don’t worry. We’re not formal around here, darlin’.”

“You mean…” Surely, he didn’t intend to jump in naked. Did he?

He paused with his hand on the top button of his jeans and looked at her strangely. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been skinny dipping before?”

“Okay, I won’t tell you.” She kicked at the dirt self-consciously and tried not to look at how the sun glinted off the sheen of sweat on his bare chest. She swallowed hard and forced her gaze back up to his face.

He paused, then bent and retrieved his discarded shirt and boots. “That’s fine. I’ll give you some privacy.” He turned back toward the way they’d come when she put one hand on his arm and stopped him.

“No. That’s not fair. You’re just as uncomfortable as I am.” She hesitated. “So, you do this a lot? Skinny dip?”

“I was swimming in this pond naked before I could walk.”

“But with girls?”

He shrugged. “Just another rite of passage. It’s really not a big deal around here. Now going to the local drive-in for a first date with a girl, that’s a big deal.”

She looked wistfully at the water and could practically feel it against her skin, cooling her right down to the core.

“Okay.”

He smiled. “Good for you, darlin’. You really haven’t lived ’til you’ve jumped into a cool pond on a hot day.”

She kicked off her own incredibly hot rubber mucking boots and paused with her hands on her jean’s button as Jack pulled his pants off. While she stood frozen in shock, he was before her in nothing but his boxers. “Um, Jack?”

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“You are a gentleman, aren’t you?”

He laughed, a sound that started deep in his chest and kind of bubbled out. “Darlin’, I’m southern.” And with that he pulled off the boxers and she got quite a view of his white ass cheeks as he ran for the pond.

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I know even readers who love eBooks sometimes just want a book to hold in their hands. And when that book contains not one but two incredibly hot rodeo cowboys, who can blame you? Thankfully, my contemporary cowboy M/F/M menage ROUGH STOCK is now in print! You can now get your hands on my cowboys, but until they arrive on your doorstep, please enjoy the following excerpt.

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The heart wants what it wants…

Rough Stock by Cat Johnson

Bronc riders Mason and Clay have shared both good times and bad as best friends, but they never expected to share their boss’s daughter, April. Can two friends love one woman, body and soul, without it destroying them?

The heart wants what it wants. For April that means not choosing between the two cowboys she loves, no matter how wrong it may seem inviting them both into her bed.

Life sends the three lovers in opposite directions, but a devastating injury brings them all together again. Their relationship now is no less bittersweet—or complicated—than before. Once severed, old ties leave scars that are tough to heal…

This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.

Warning: When you choose a man who thinks 8 seconds is a long time, perhaps you need two of them. In other words: Watch out, this book contains hot ménage sex with two cowboys and the woman they love.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Rough Stock:

The sudden appearance of pale, silky, feminine stomach stopped Clay Harris dead in his tracks. His greedy eyes devoured the smooth, firm skin shadowed beneath the newfound lushness of her breasts.

He swallowed hard. “April Elizabeth Carson. What do you think you’re doing?”

She paused to look at him, one hand stopped in mid-motion as it tugged the hem of her shirt up over her bra—her white, thin, lacy bra. “What? It’s hot. I’m going swimming.”

Clay’s best friend, Mason Smith, shot him a meaningful glance, a wide-eyed look of fear mingled with anticipation. “Um, shouldn’t you go home and change into a suit first?” Mason suggested.

“Why? The house is so far and I’m hot now.” Her guileless pale blue eyes proved she didn’t have a clue what she was doing to them.

Clay knew exactly what Mason was thinking when he made the suggestion about the swimsuit. Their good old buddy April, who they’d met when they came to work for her father five years ago, was hot all right, but not in the way she’d meant when she said it. She had filled out over the past school year. April had turned eighteen and out of the blue transformed from an underweight, gangly teenage girl whom they had always treated like one of the guys into someone who was all female. One look at her and all of her new shapely curves and there was no denying it.

Clay swallowed hard. She was going to whip off her T-shirt and shorts and dive into that lake in nothing but her bra and underwear, like she had done at least once or twice each summer whenever the heat got unbearable. But this time, unlike the others, his raging eighteen-year-old male hormones would not be able to ignore it. Nor would she be able to ignore his hard-on, which was already starting to wake up just at the thought.

“Shit,” Mason drawled out softly next to him as April did exactly as they feared, and what Clay suspected they both secretly wanted.

Stripped down to white bikini undies and the lace bra that looked nothing like last year’s plain cotton tank-top style one, April pulled the elastic band out of her ponytail to release a tumbling cascade of long blond curls, and then dove into the clear lake water.

Hell, this was way better than sneaking peeks inside the skin magazines when the store clerk wasn’t looking, but April was their friend. Now that she had turned into a woman, enjoying ogling her just seemed wrong, not to mention very weird.

Clay felt the already stifling Oklahoma heat around him ratchet up another notch. He wasn’t convinced it had anything to do with the weather, even though it had never been quite this hot during the last week of the school year before. Now was a hell of a time for the weather to go wonky, Clay thought, as he and Mason watched April’s progress.

She swam beneath the surface, gliding as easily as a fish through the water, before surfacing with a splash and a shake of her long, wet hair. Fish? Hell, she was more like a mermaid, and every man’s wet dream.

“Aren’t you two coming in?”

Hands buried deeply in both pockets, Mason surreptitiously adjusted himself within his jeans and glanced quickly at Clay. “Um, we need to get to the farm and start breaking that green horse your daddy just brought in or he’s gonna tan our hides.”

Barely comprehending Mason’s excuse over his own lusty thoughts, Clay nodded at whatever his friend had just said.

“Fine. I’ll get out. It’s no fun swimming alone.” With a pretty pout worthy of a centerfold, April stood, the water sluicing off satin skin that Clay longed to run his hands over, his tongue too while he was at it.

She began walking toward them, her water-soaked bra and panties so see-through she might as well have been wearing nothing. Though somehow this was more enticing.

Clay swallowed again and nearly choked. He realized he had no spit in his mouth, even though he seemed to have plenty of sweat on his palms. He wiped them on the denim covering his thighs while what he really longed to do was reach down and adjust himself, because the seam of his stiff jeans was not doing his now wide-awake hard-on any good.

Before them, April bent over to grab her clothes off the grass, revealing the tops of two creamy breasts. Clay had barely noticed the plump globes above the scalloped edge of her bra before. He’d been too distracted by the dusky traces of her nipples through the wet material, not to mention the barely visible outline of the pale curls beneath her undies that proved she was a natural blonde.

Mason hissed out a breath next to him. “Crap, Clay. This just ain’t right.”

Clay didn’t take his eyes off April as she dressed, wiggling and jumping to get her clothes on over wet skin. The act was somehow as enticing as a striptease, only in reverse. As April sat on the grass to pull her boots on, Clay asked, “What ain’t right?”

Mason, the dark-haired, brown-eyed compliment to Clay’s paler dirty blond, blue-eyed appearance, glowered. “You know damn well. She’s our friend.”

A quick sideways glance told Clay that in spite of his sudden moral protest, Mason hadn’t taken his eyes off of April either. Clay grinned at him. “Yeah, but now she’s our really hot female friend.”

Mason finally broke his gaze from the sight that consumed them both to look at his buddy. He let out a resolution-filled sigh. “Yeah, she is, but how do you reckon we decide which one of us gets to take a shot at having her?”

REVIEWS:
“Ménage isn’t difficult to find nowadays, but ménage with heart is an entirely different story–literally. …after reading Rough Stock, my expectations have been taken up a notch… Definitely check this one out!”
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“Rough Stock will take you for a ride that will make you wish you were there… I was totally taken by this beautifully told story of romantic, youthful love that becomes the love that every person ever dreams about… Rough Stock definitely kept me reading into the night.” Judy King, Veiled Secrets Reviews, 5 Dragons

“Rough Stock shows that Cat Johnson can step outside of her comfort zone, of the hot military man romance and dabble in the life of cowboys and ménage. I was pulled in from the start…”
Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed

…Rough Stock proved to be a heartfelt story that I took great pleasure in reading. The plot was filled with jagged cowboys, stern military men and a deliciously hot ménage relationship that simply steamed the pages. From the start I was hooked …Cat Johnson has a winner on her hands with Rough Stock, so go pick up your copy to discover just what I have been raving about!” Contessa, Fallen Angel Reviews

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