Showing posts with label veterinarian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label veterinarian. Show all posts

Thursday, December 26, 2019

New Gay Romance from @JPBowie - #MMRomance #Cowboys #Horses


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Vetting the Cowboy




Hot in the Saddle is a new series set in a dude ranch in California. It features some of the characters from my earlier cowboy series Ride ’em Cowboy plus a variety of new hot men who live and love the cowboy way.

When Mike Henry, the new veterinarian in town, meets cowboy Seth Archer, it could be good times ahead—but Mike’s ex isn’t about to let him go without a fight.

Seth Archer, working cowboy on a dude ranch in Northern California, is thrown for a loop when he meets Mike Henry, the new veterinarian in town. The five-foot-eight bespectacled Mike isn’t Seth’s type, but the blue eyes behind the glasses are something Seth can’t seem to get past or forget.

Mike’s on the run. Well, not exactly, but he left Seattle to get away from Victor Torrens, a dominating boyfriend who turned abusive when Mike told him he wouldn’t be his submissive. Mike hasn’t worked with horses before, but it’s not long before his natural love of animals—and cowboys—makes him decide to call the small town of Denton home.

Seth and Mike bond, but their love affair might just be doomed before it truly begins when Victor sends Alex Brand, a celebrity bodyguard, to strongarm Mike back to Seattle.

In order to protect Seth and his new friends from Alex’s big fists, Mike may be forced to make a decision he’ll regret for the rest of his life.

Excerpt

Seth brings in one of the horses he’s seen limping. Parker Jones, the co-owner of the Seven Plus Ranch tells him to call the local veterinarian…

Where’s the doc, d’you suppose?” Seth asked.

Give him another call,” Bob said.

Right.” He punched in Walker’s number and was diverted to his receptionist, Trish. “Oh, hi. Just wondering how much longer the doc’s gonna be. This is Seth over at the Seven Plus.”

He got delayed over at the Armitage place, Seth. He sent his new assistant, Doctor Henry instead. He should’ve been there by now. He must’ve got lost or something. He’s new to the area, only been here a couple of weeks or so. I’ll call him and see what’s going on.”

Thanks. Let me know if there’s a problem.”
Will do.” Trish hung up and almost as soon as she had, Seth heard a car pull up in the parking area near the stable.

He stepped outside and watched as a young man flung himself out of a Toyota Camry. Whoa, when did they start making vets like this one? Is he even old enough to be a vet? He had curly brown hair and was wearing a loose white shirt and skinny jeans. As he hurried toward the stable he kept pushing his black-framed glasses back up over the bridge of his nose. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, muttered something under his breath then headed back to the car. He pulled a bag from inside then practically ran toward the stable door.

Sorry,” he yelled on seeing Seth. “I got completely turned around trying to get here. Guess I’m going to have to get a car with a GPS when I turn this rental back in.” He held out a hand. “Doctor Mike Henry, and you are?”

Seth Archer.” Seth took the outstretched hand and shook it.

Doctor Walker said to ask for Mr. Jones.”

Parker, our boss. I’ll call him now you’re here.” He fisted his cell phone and called Parker. “Hey Boss, the vet’s here, only it’s not Doctor Walker, it’s a Doctor Henry.”

Okay, Seth, I’ll be right there.”

The doctor’s blue eyes peered at Seth though his glasses. “Uh, you can call me Mike…less formal, really. So, where’s the patient?”

That would be Bonney, right here,” Seth said indicating the brown mare.

Oh…she’s a beauty.” Mike hesitated. “Uh, have to admit, I don’t know much about horses. This’ll be a first for me.” He pushed his glasses back in place as he stared at Bonney.

Well, she’s as gentle as a lamb,” Seth remarked, wondering why Doc Walker had sent someone unfamiliar with horses. Parker isn’t gonna be pleased. He had to admit though that the guy was cute as a button. That curly hair, and those big blue eyes behind his glasses were a real turn on. Wonder if he’s gay

Okay. I see you have the front hoof covered. Is that where the problem is?”

Yeah. Parker figures it’s an abscess.”

Right, well if you could just lift her hoof so I can take a look.”

Sure.” Bonney whinnied softly as Seth knelt and balanced her foreleg on his knee. He removed the pad covering her hoof and Mike knelt beside Seth to start his examination.

Huh,” Mike murmured. “Mr. Jones is correct. That’s an abscess all right. Needs draining right away.” His glasses slipped down his nose as he peered at the inflammation and Seth had to smile as Mike pushed them back up with his forefinger.

What?”

Your glasses. Think they might need a little tightening.”

Mike chuckled. “Oh yeah, I meant to go visit the optometrist before I left Seattle, just didn’t get to it with the rush to get here.” He grinned at Seth then bent his head to take another look at Bonney’s hoof. Seth gazed at Mike’s curly hair. It wasn’t brown as he’d first thought now he was this close, more a kind of chestnut maybe, and there were lighter colored wisps intermingled with the curls. Was that natural or did a hairdresser have something to do with the highlights? He studied the backs of Mike’s ears and the way his hair curled around them. He wondered what kind of shampoo Mike used, it smelled real nice…

Doctor Henry?”

Parker’s voice from behind them made Mike and Seth jump at the same time. Their heads collided and Mike’s glasses flew off his face.

Shit, I’m sorry,” Seth gasped as Mike groped around in the straw.

No worries,” Mike mumbled. “I got ’em.” He rammed them back on and stood up. After carefully lowering Bonney’s hoof to the floor Seth followed Mike out of the stall. Parker was staring at them with an amused smile on his face.

Uh, Mr. Jones.” Mike wiped his hands off on his jeans then held one out in greeting. “Doctor Mike Henry. Sorry about that back there.”

No problem, for me, anyway.” Parker laughed softly. “You guys might have bruised heads to deal with though.”

Mike touched his forehead. “It’s fine…glasses too. So, Mr. Jones…”

Call me Parker.”

Uh, yes…Parker. Your diagnosis is correct, and with your permission I’d like to get started on the treatment right away before the infection spreads.”

Vetting the Cowboy is available now!


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My thanks to Lisabet for featuring my new series. Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas season!

Thursday, December 19, 2019

A sexy veterinarian and a hot-headed attorney - #EroticRomance #Giveaway @SaraOhlin222


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Blurb

Animals aren’t the only thing that need rescuing when a sexy veterinarian encounters a hot-headed attorney…

Perfectly content saving animals at her clinic in a charming but run-down neighborhood, veterinarian Ellie Blevins slams into new landlord, Jackson Kincaid, who plans to turn her beloved block of buildings into condos.

Intrigued by Ellie, hot-shot defense attorney Jackson gives her one month to convince him not to put his gentrification plans into progress. Attraction soon sizzles between them, but when Jackson makes his desires known, Ellie’s vulnerable heart doesn’t know what to think.

She wants to trust the sinfully handsome Jackson, just as he wants to gain her trust, but finding their way to love isn’t easy when her traumatic past and his criminal clients could sabotage their relationship for good.

Can the enchanting veterinarian and the brooding attorney fight the demons from the past…and build a new future?

Excerpt

It’s not a bag of bones. It’s a block of old, historic buildings that need love and care,” she began. But standing there, taking in his polished rich-man strength, it was futile to convince him of anything. “You know what? Deal me the death blow now. I’d like to review the lease I signed before I throw in the towel and start looking for a new space and a new home, because I can tell there’s no way you and I will ever be on the same page.”

New home?”

What?” she said.

You said, ‘a new space and a new home’?”

I live in the apartment above the French Connection Bakery. Mr. and Mrs. Heely have owned it for twenty-five years.” There she was, exhausted-sharing again. And there he stood intense-staring. She closed her eyes at the craziest, weirdest conversation she’d ever had, and realized Chewie was asleep on her chest with his tiny head nuzzled in her neck. Oh, soft love, she thought, if only people were more like dogs, so trusting, kind, and loving.

One month,” he said.

One month to be out of—”

I’ll give you one month to try to convince me.”

I… What?”

You spend time with me for the next month. We get to know each other, and you can state your case.”

Spend time with you?” Is he insane?

You said you wanted to try to convince me to change my mind.”

Oh,” she whispered.

About the Author

Puget Sound based writer Sara Ohlin is a mom, wannabe photographer, obsessive reader, ridiculous foodie, and the author of the contemporary romance novels, Handling the Rancher, Salvaging Love and the upcoming contemporary romance Seducing the Dragonfly.

She has over fifteen years of creative non-fiction and memoir writing experience, and you can find her essays at Anderbo.com, Feminine Collective, Mothers Always Write, Her View from Home, and in anthologies such as Are We Feeling Better Yet? Women Speak about Healthcare in America, Take Care: Tales, Tips, & Love from Women Caregivers, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.

Although she’s the author of many essays about life, grief, motherhood and the connections we make through delicious food and shared meals, Sara loves creating imaginary worlds with tight-knit communities in her romance novels. She credits her mother, Mary, Nora Roberts and Rosamunde Pilcher for her love of romance.

If she’s not reading or writing, you will most likely find her in the kitchen creating scrumptious meals with her two kids and amazing husband, or perhaps cooking up her next love story.
She once met a person who both “didn’t read books” and wasn’t “that into food” and it nearly broke her heart. You can learn more on her website https://saraohlin.com.








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Monday, November 18, 2013

Sneak Peak: A Dead Man's Debt by Grace Elliott

[I've got a juicy historical romance for my sneak peek today - A Dead Man's Debt by Grace Elliott. Nice long excerpt, with lots of period details and sexual tension! ~ Lisabet]

Blurb

After publicly humiliating a suitor, Celeste Armitage is sent from the ton in disgrace. Exiled to the country she discovers a sketch book of nude studies and is shaken to discover the artist is her hostess’s eldest son, Ranulf Charing, Lord Cadnum. This darkly cynical lord is exactly the sort of dissipated rogue she most despises – and yet her blood heats at the thought of him!

Ranulf Charing, Lord Cadnum is being blackmailed over his late brother’s debts. Whilst visiting his mother, he discovers her new companion, Miss Celeste Armitage, to be a woman of unusual perception and starts to fall in love. But then the jealous fury of the blackmailer is unleashed and Cadnum must cast Celeste aside in order to protect her. However, in underestimating her resolve to clear his name – Cadnum places his true love in mortal danger…

Excerpt

So be it. Cadnum gritted his teeth as he grasped the leading leg and pushed. It was like fighting against a brick wall, the calf barely moving. A lamb was difficult enough; how much more so a calf? Just as he was wondering if one man was strong enough, a shower of pebbles rattled down the bank. Concentrating on the calf, he barked to whomever approached, “Don’t just stand there. Get down here!”

I beg your pardon!” a woman’s voice answered.

With a flash of annoyance, he glanced upward.

A wide eyed young woman wearing a straw bonnet peered down. “I say, is everything all right?”

Does it look all right?” he muttered under his breath. All he needed was some sensitive miss fainting on him. “Go! Fetch help from the house.”

He saw her hesitate, biting her top lip. “But you need help now.”

A contraction clamped around his arm as the cow’s tail switched across his face, stinging his eyes like a cat-o-nine-tails.
In a flurry of muslin and lace, the miss slid down the bank, landing with a thud in the ditch.

Ouch.” She rubbed her ankle.

Cadnum glared back, dark eyes flashing. “You should have gone to the house.” Damn it all, she could make herself useful then. “Hold the tail aside.”

Pulling a face, she limped over. His gaze lingered; up close, she merited a second glance. Of middle height with a tidy waist and curves where God intended them, she appeared quick-witted and bright-eyed. Without further ado, she stripped off her gloves, throwing them onto a bramble bush. Long, sensitive fingers grasped the muddy tail.

Practical, he thought, silently impressed. “Why didn’t you go for help?”

There isn’t time.” Her bonnet slipped backwards, revealing a quirky face with a pointed chin, her lips finely drawn with an arched cupid’s bow. The sort of face an artist could lose himself in; all shades of the sea were found in deep emerald eyes framed by a tangle of chestnut hair.

Cadnum tightened his grasp and pushed. Sweat beading his brow. The calf retreated an inch.

What are you doing?” Her voice was gentle and calm, if somewhat deep for a woman.

He guessed it would be husky in bed, whispering over a pillow after a night of passion. Her eyes were on him, deep green eyes, lively and entrancing. He suddenly remembered that he was undressed to the waist, her curious gaze on his skin as he imagined those lily-white hands gliding over his naked chest, her almond shaped nails digging into his skin. He shook away the thought, trying to remember her question.

She watched with innocence and interest, blushing faintly in a charming way; and yet, he realized, she was no wilting flower. He shook his head. The woman had asked a question; damn it, he would answer.

The calf is breech,” he grunted. “I need to push her back into the womb to turn her.” He wanted to shock this stranger, to test how bold she truly was.

She stared back, biting her top lip, exaggerating her snub nose. “Ah!” Her gaze met his.

Think of the calf as a carriage in a narrow driveway. To turn it around, you push it back into the stable yard.”

What can I do to help?”

Nothing,” he growled.

Throwing him an angry look, she anchored the tail with a log and scrambled around to the beast’s head. After a moment’s thought, she placed her pelisse under the cow’s head, stroking the broad nose and crooning words of comfort.

She’s relaxing.” Cadnum’s arm was numb from the contractions. He fell forward as the first leg finally slid back into the womb. “That helps.” His hair had come free from the ribbon, falling thickly about his shoulders. He glanced at the woman. She was leaning forward, her bosom straining a tight bodice, a satisfying cleavage between her breasts. He swallowed hard. She was odd looking, he decided, not exactly beautiful but eye catching nonetheless. Her face showed character and determination. Her complexion was too healthy to be fashionable, all rosy cheeked and peppered with freckles.

The woman glared at him now, her skin glowing bright pink. Had he been staring? His heart raced as he returned to the calving.

Timing his efforts, he used all his strength to push the second leg back. His shoulder felt as if it were being ripped from the socket. With gritted teeth, he found a slippery hoof and clung to it, guiding it from the womb into the birth passage. Grimacing with the effort, he found the other foreleg, dragging it forward to match its mate. Pulling first one leg, then the other, he inched them forward.

The muscles of his back burned as he braced, digging his heels into the damp earth. He pulled in time to the cow’s weakening contractions, but as her effort became more feeble, even that assistance was lost. The beast lay stretched on her side, head extended, breathing erratically and growing weaker by the second. It was going to be a close thing; all the effort would be for naught if he couldn’t pull the calf out soon.

After minutes of heaving, two small cream hooves presented themselves. Cadnum sat back on his heels, sweat dripping into his eyes. So intense had been his concentration that he’d completely forgotten the woman. But there she was, slightly pale but watching him intently.

I need your help…” It wasn’t so very difficult to say. The woman nodded silently, her face so serious he almost laughed. “The cow’s spent, she can’t push any more. I need you to pull with me.”

Licking her lips she nodded weakly.

Come here. Grasp my waist. Pull when I say.”

She stood and, with a whisper of skirts, was at his side. As her arms wound hesitantly around his waist, he suppressed a shiver of excitement. Her hands where peach soft and cool. She smelled of lemongrass.

Hold tight.”

The thin feminine arms around the hard plain of his belly made his body ache unexpectedly.

Pull as hard as you can, when I say,” he barked more gruffly than he intended. “Now.”

Digging his heels into the dirt, his muscles strained as he struggled to keep hold of the slippery hooves. But his attention was not wholly on the calf as he became aware of the press of her breasts against his bare back, of her sweet warm breath against his neck. If he wasn’t mistaken, he could feel her heart hammering against his ribs.


With a desperate heave, he pulled the calf and the woman pulled him. The calf moved another few inches, the forelegs exposed to the wrist joint.

Again,” he urged.

Another pull and half the forelegs were out.

Stop. I need to check if the calf’s head is coming nose forward.”

The woman released him. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed her pink tongue darted out of her mouth to moisten her dry lips.

Turning back to the cow, he knelt, feeling inside, satisfied that he could feel a muzzle lined neatly along the forelegs.

Nearly there.”

The woman’s arms circled back around his waist, wiry with feminine strength. This time they fitted snugly, her cheek against his back. A ringlet had broken free of her chignon, brushing his skin. His groin tightened—much to his annoyance.

Ready? Heave!” Never had he been more glad of the distraction from a woman’s unnerving affect on his body. He noticed her soft mossy eyes and sweetly tempting curves, yet her bravery and determination excited him most. Innocent, yet bold.

The calf slithered free with a slippery suck, sliding to the ground in a flood of fluid and membranes. Man and woman rolled backwards. Cadnum landed on her skirts, pinning her down. Her face was flushed, her pupils large. He stared into her eyes, which were framed with thick dark lashes now modestly brushing her cheek. He noticed her breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on her neck, chest heaving.

Neither moved.

The temptation to lean forward and claim a kiss was dizzying. It was like looking up at a high church tower against scudding clouds, making him giddy.

Scowling, he turned away. When had he become such a cad that he’d consider taking advantage of an innocent stranger? He deserved to be horse whipped. It didn’t help that the throb in his groin reminded him of his weakness.

The calf?” a small clear voice questioned.

It was a bull calf, steaming slightly in the cool morning air. Hooking a finger in the calf’s mouth, he cleared away the mucus.

The cord. I need to tie off the cord. Quick, find me something.”

With a whisper of satin, she held out the ribbon from her bonnet.

Will this do?”

When she didn’t immediately release it, it occurred to him that she was waiting for him to say thank you. He acquiesced. With a humph she handed over the ribbon.

As he worked, she stood, regarding the newborn with wonder. For some inexplicable reason he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and smooth her hair, to kiss that perfect oval of a mouth. Damn her for distracting him!

Cadnum rounded on her, squaring his bare chest. She recoiled, threatened by his unabashed maleness. She shrank back, making Cadnum angry at himself for frightening her.

Well don’t just stand there, now go and fetch help! Tell them to send men to the ditch between the five acre field and the hazel copse.” Her presence had become intolerable, eating away at his self-control. “Look sharp about it!”

She jumped and scrambled up the bank with a flash of neat ankle, but not before giving him on last angry glare.

A wave of heat washed over Ranulf, who silently gave thanks that her back was turned. It was not his habit to ravish complete strangers, especially those so obviously gently born. But for some reason that was exactly what he wanted to do to this mysterious chestnut haired stranger. Only as she disappeared over the brow of the hill did it occur to him to inquire who this practical Miss was and what she was doing on his land.

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Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. She is housekeeping staff to five cats, two teenage sons, one husband and a bearded dragon (not in order of importance)

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