Scandalous Woman: Carly's Story

Do you remember Carly in Wicked Woman? She was O'Dell's friend from childhood who O'Dell left behind at the Lonesome Saloon. Carly will soon have her own story with the title: Scandalous Woman. It's part of the Desert Heat series Annabelle is writing for Ellora's Cave Lawless line.

If you love cowboys, you'll love the Lawless line of books.

New Two Book Contract

You may wonder what Annabelle Weston has been up to. She is happy to announce a two book contract with Ellora's Cave for their Lawless line. Including Wicked Woman, the books are part of the Desert Heat series. The second book called Scandalous Woman, is the story of O'Dell's friend Carly Buchanan. Carly has inherited the Lonesome Saloon and has become a businesswoman in the dusty cow town of Tucson, Arizona territory. The third book's heroine appears in Carly's book, but who she is will remain Annabelle's secret for now. Her book is called Notorious Woman.

Annabelle will be writing furiously in the next several months to bring Desert Heat to each page. In the meantime, thanks to all who have reviewed Wicked Woman. Your comments are very much appreciated.

Annabelle spent a week in London where she snapped this photo of George Washington with a pumpkin on his head. The little girl holding the Barbie doll wanted her picture taken.

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ABOUT THE BOOK:There are some things a man can’t walk away from. Nathan Bender is on a quest for vengeance. What he finds is sexy saloon-dolly O’Dell Murphy. She holds the information he needs—and becomes a temptation he can’t resist.

O’Dell longs for a respectable life outside the saloon. When the man Nathan is searching for steals O’Dell’s savings, she has no choice but to go after him.

Torn between passion and revenge, Nathan reluctantly accompanies O’Dell through the Sonoran Desert. There are some things a man can’t walk away from—and Nathan is finding it’s not revenge that binds him. It’s O’Dell, and the wicked, sinful pleasure she provides.

Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and a brief depiction of rape.

An Excerpt From: WICKED WOMAN

Copyright © ANNABELLE WESTON, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Nathan’s gaze shifted to a strawberry-maned dolly who’d sidled up next to him, dressed in dark-red silk with black lace that showed off her handsome figure. A black feather swayed in her curls. She’d painted her lips and eyes and had a fair amount of red powder dabbed on her cheeks.

She was a damn fine-looking woman—hell, his cock did a little twitch in his britches—but he was in no mood for company.

The barkeep set one of the shot glasses in front of him and poured out a full glass.

“Make that two,” Nathan said, reevaluating the situation. Maybe this dolly knew something about three men passing through and talking big.

“Say thanks.” She winked at him with amber-colored eyes. When she’d been served, she lifted her glass. “Here’s to a long and dusty trail.”

Nathan lifted his whiskey and she clinked glasses as if this were some kind of celebration.
He threw back the entire glass and relished the burn in his throat all the way down to his innards.

“Alvin, bring over the bottle,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk sheets. “This hombre looks thirsty.”

The barkeep set a half-full bottle on the bar. She poured Nathan a second glass, her soft fingers brushing against his as she handed it to him. Just that single touch sent lightning to boil his blood. He gritted his teeth against the desire even the briefest of contact could create. What was with him? The woman’s hand touched his and he wanted to toss her on top the bar and make her entire body shake and shiver again and again. He shook his head. He was here for a drink, nothing more.

“My name is O’Dell.” She turned her bare shoulder in his direction, a move calculated to entice a man.

“Nathan.”

Her eyes sparkled as she licked a drop of whiskey off her bottom lip. His eyes narrowed in on the pink tongue, imagining what else that tongue could do.

Goddamn, man. Your family’s been annihilated and all you can do is think of sex. Guilt was usually just the thing to tamp down a man’s desire but not with this woman… There was something about her. He felt she could take all his pain away with her touch. And that tongue…

He had to turn away before he licked her lip too.

“You got a last name?” She trailed a hand along his arm and nipped at his ear.

He swallowed hard as a shiver raced along his flesh. “Nathan Bender.”

She leaned her back against the bar and rested both elbows on it, giving Nathan a better view of her wares. His breath hitched up a notch. Large pink breasts showed from the tight bodice of her bawdy gown and pushed beyond the limits of propriety. Without too much effort, he could make out the rosy rims of her nipples.

She was taller than the average woman and appeared to be twenty-five or six. He could be wrong. Saloon life aged a woman and this dolly had some wear on her. No amount of paint could cover the creases in the corners of her eyes or the lines around her lips.

But age didn’t appear to have dampened her spirit—nor did it detract from her appeal.

She pressed her soft breasts against his arm, her eyes begging for him to stroke her. Without thinking, he palmed her breast, his thumb sliding over her turgid nipple. Her smile was infectious, her eyes darkened with desire, but he pulled his hand away, turned his attention to his drink, hating how he could be so easily tempted.

His gaze wandered back to take a second look. How long had it been since he’d slid between the sheets with a woman? Too long. He imagined this fiery redhead lifting her skirts for him, turning over a barstool and raising her plump creamy bottom up in the air so he could take her from behind. He almost groaned aloud.

Her glossy, vibrant hair bespoke of the fire in her spirit, and the wicked glint in her amber eyes spoke of fire in the bedroom too. Her luscious curves didn’t help matters. He couldn’t stop staring at her, wondering how her ass would feel as he gripped it in his hands.

And from the way she was gazing at him, she knew every little detail he was thinking. She captivated him. She had just what a man needed—if he didn’t have more important considerations to attend to, which he did.

That flame-gold hair captured his imagination—his hands running through it, tugging her head to the side so he could sample the flavor of her neck. He stifled the urges most men were a slave to, picked up his glass and threw the molten lava down. He swallowed and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.

She wiggled against him. “I haven’t seen you in the Lonesome before, Nathan Bender.”

“I’m not from around here,” he finally said, noting his voice sounded gravelly. His cock strained the fabric of his britches. Hell, he needed to get control of himself. He was acting like a farm boy with his first dairy maid.

She nodded, sliding her hands along his chest and down over his stomach. “You look like you’ve been on the trail a while.”

“Just got in from driving a herd to Abilene.”

“Is that so?” She moved her hands lower, resting them on his thighs before boldly sliding up to grip his erection, stroking his length through the fabric of his pants. “Will you be wanting a room, then? You and me can have a little fun—actually, a lot of fun from the size of things.”

Nathan’s eyes closed for a brief second as she stroked him into oblivion. He wanted to say yes, if only to lose himself for a moment, to forget the past twenty-four hours. He leaned forward, the space of a breath between their lips. She closed the distance, her mouth, tangy with whiskey, settling on his. Her tongue flicked out teasingly at the corners of his lips, her hand still rigorously stroking his cock.
He placed his hands on her hips. She didn’t resist as he tugged her closer. When he tried to kiss her, she turned her head. He settled instead for the sweet spot behind her ear. Slid his tongue to her shoulder and then to the creamy mounds of her breasts.

She moaned and replaced her hands with the junction of her thighs—the heat of which he could feel through both of their clothes. Her hands rested on his shoulder, encouraging him further. He nipped at the fleshy tops of her breasts and then tugged her gown just a fraction of an inch and was rewarded with a sweet pink nipple in his mouth.

Cheers went up around the saloon, pulling Nathan back to the present. What was he doing? Was he going to screw the pain away? Would rutting this saloon wench in front of a crowd help him find his brother’s killer? The answer was no.

He pulled away, leaving O’Dell watching him, and his cock throbbing to plant itself deep inside her.
He turned back to the whiskey. The drink didn’t expect shit from him—it just had to be drunk.
Nothing against her, but grief had left him a cold bastard and a woman’s touch had lost its appeal. Surprisingly, the woman didn’t leave. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her move on to some other bastard willing to pay for a fuck but she didn’t. Instead, concern flickered in her eyes.
He grabbed the bottle and poured himself another drink. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Perhaps I can help.”

Nathan clutched the glass. “Perhaps you can.”

WICKED WOMAN releasing October 19th!

COMING SOON - October 19

There are some things a man can’t walk away from. Nathan Bender is on a quest for vengeance. What he finds is sexy saloon-dolly O’Dell Murphy. She holds the information he needs—and becomes a temptation he can’t resist.

O’Dell longs for a respectable life outside the saloon. When the man Nathan is searching for steals O’Dell’s savings, she has no choice but to go after him.

Torn between passion and revenge, Nathan reluctantly accompanies O’Dell through the Sonoran Desert. There are some things a man can’t walk away from—and Nathan is finding it’s not revenge that binds him. It’s O’Dell and the wicked, sinful pleasures she provides.

Reader Advisory: This book contains violence and a brief depiction of rape.

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New Sales!!!

I am thrilled to announce that I've sold two novels to Ellora's Cave!

Wicked Woman, is an edgy erotic historical western and Mr. Night in Shining Armani (to be retitled), is a contemporary erotic romance with a bit of intrigue.

Will post covers, blurbs and excerpts soon!

Cheers!
Annabelle

HUNTING TUCKER Excerpt

I first saw her at the news kiosk parked in front of the new city library. I won’t lie to you. She was a fine looking woman. Fucking radiant.

Her silky golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The sun glinted off her honey-colored skin, which appeared to sparkle but must have been the sunlight catching her just the right way. She was helping the vendor, an odd little man, to his feet. Her white sundress dipped low in the front when she bent down, revealing two perfect, perky breasts. She was wearing one of those see-through bras, and it was doing a commendable job. Dammit if her pink nipples didn’t wink at me.  I swallowed, more like gulped. A wave of desire hit me, sweeping over my entire body. I had to clamp my mouth shut before the totally understandable growl rose up my throat and escaped. 

A crowd had gathered and I pushed my way to the front of the kiosk and flashed my badge.

“What happened?” I asked the odd man.

She turned a gorgeous pair of brown eyes on me. I was stunned speechless for a moment, almost took a step back. Her gaze seemed to look through me. A woman looks at you like that and you forget what you’re thinking.

2011 © Annabelle Weston

Hunting Tucker Available NOW!

I am excited to announce the release of my first paranormal erotic romance novella, Hunting Tucker.

Hunting Tucker available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble as an ebook!

Here's the blurb:



When sexy detective, Tucker Brown, arrives on the scene of a crime, the last thing he expected was to come face to face with leggy, delectable Bailey. She's a mystery to him, but one he thoroughly enjoys investigating. After a night of mind blowing sexcapades, Tucker decides she may just be the one for him. But Bailey's got a secret... She comes with feathers and she's on the hunt. Will Tucker be her next prey?

Enjoy!

HUNTING TUCKER Blog Tour!

May 2^nd – Nice N’ Naughty

May 11^th – Fierce Romance

May 24^th – Past the Print

May 17^th – Romance Junkies

June 11^th – Three Wicked Writers Plus Two

June 16^th – Happy Endings

Interviewed by Eliza Knight

What are advance readers saying about HUNTING TUCKER?

"Annabelle Weston brings forth interesting plots and unforgetable characters. This is a must read!"
Sarah Hoss, author of Highland Dreams

"Not your usual Happy Ever After...Mystery, sex, a secretive woman, and a hot cop add up to Hunting Tucker." Clancy Metzger

HUNTING TUCKER coming soon!

I am excited to announce the upcoming release of my first paranormal erotic romance novella, Hunting Tucker.

Hunting Tucker will be available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble as an ebook download by May 1, 2011.

Check out the cover!

Here's the blurb:



When sexy detective, Tucker Brown, arrives on the scene of a crime, the last thing he expected was to come face to face with leggy, delectable Bailey. She's a mystery to him, but one he thoroughly enjoys investigating. After a night of mind blowing sexcapades, Tucker decides she may just be the one for him. But Bailey's got a secret... She comes with feathers and she's on the hunt. Will Tucker be her next prey?