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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Strapping Ash

SERIES (& Book #) – Book 3, Crow Creek Series

AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns

GENRE – Gay Fiction, Contemporary Western Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – 110/14/2013

PUBLISHER – Jade Horse Publishing

COVER ARTIST – Sessha Batto


StrappingAshBOOK SYNOPSIS

For gentle Oak, his husband Ash is “the man he loved but wasn’t sure he always liked.”

The reappearance of Ash MacBryde’s old lover has sent Oak flying back to Vermont and into the employ of a man determined to win a chance to race at World’s in Dubai.

To Oak’s delight and dismay, the man who brought him out of the bolted closet is there too, working for the same man with the same end. They will be partners on horseback … and if Ben Kincaid has his way, in other ways as well.

Someone holds a grudge against Oak’s new employer; and as the race approaches, the dirty tricks escalate until no one is safe.

Oak and Ben are in danger, and when Ash shows up to bring his man back home, there’s more at stake than just a shot at a million-dollar purse.

Maybe there’s just one sure way for the reclusive Oak to face his domineering, possessive man. It’s called STRAPPING ASH.


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EXCERPT

After Ash MacBryde’s seeming betrayal, Oak Richards bolts for home, looking for a safe haven to work away the hurt. The last thing he plans on is MacBryde showing up like a bad penny. Their first meeting after weeks apart is… awkward.

Opening the stall door, Ash pointed to the leather pad and asked, “What were you doing?”

Oak squeezed past, trying not to touch any part of the man. He took his time arranging the grooming tools, putting off having to face Ash MacBryde, his throat nearly closing with anxiety and terror. All his plans, everything he wanted to say flew out the barn door, leaving him as tongue-tied and unsure as ever.

Finally finding the courage to stand and face the man he once thought of as his life partner, he nearly panicked as Ash closed the distance between them.

Stepping back, he held out a hand to warn Ash off. Embarrassed at his own cowardice, he tried to deflect his confusion by explaining, “That’s called strapping.” He waved in the general direction of the piece of leather in the bucket, then quickly crossed his arms over his chest to stop himself from touching Ash.

Ash looked from him to the horse. “Strapping.”

“Yeah. The impact, when you smack it down like that? It feels good.” He felt the heat rush up his neck to the tips of his ears. Jesus, I didn’t just say that.

Ash shuffled his feet and ducked his head as he fumbled in a pocket.

Oak asked, “What’s this?” as the tall man handed him a postcard and a metal object.

Brushing his hands through his hair, Ash mumbled, “That’s where I’m staying.”

Oak stared at the key and said, “Oh.”

“I was, uh, I was wondering…” Ash paused and swallowed hard, the motion making his prominent Adam’s apple vibrate with the effort. “I thought maybe we could have dinner…”

“Yeah, sure. Tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Um, what time?”

“Eight okay?”

“Sure.”

Neither made eye contact as Ash turned to leave. His breath wispy, Oak barely managed to say, “It’s nice to—”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing. See you at eight.”

Oak watched the man turn right and head down the driveway, his heart pounding treble time. He fingered the key, a slow smile spreading across his face.


Author Photo - Nya RawlnsAUTHOR BIO

Nya Rawlyns is a writer, editor and hopeless optimist. She’s lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She’s currently staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses.

She writes edgy romance, where emotion is a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath–a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises you make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable.

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Pulling Leather 1 Day Book Blitz @Nya_Rawlyns @MyFamHrtBookRvw

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Pulling Leather

SERIES (& Book #) – Book 2, Crow Creek Series

AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns

GENRE – Gay fiction, contemporary western romance

PUBLICATION DATE – 9/12/2013

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 55100/178

PUBLISHER – Jade Horse Publishing

COVER ARTIST – Sessha Batto


Pulling Leather - Book CoverBOOK SYNOPSIS

Former rodeo champion Jess Carpenter’s been rode hard and put up lonely. Lucas Santiago has anger management issues and a passion for the livestock in his care. When they meet, the fanboy crush on the older bronc rider turns into a fierce attraction, for both men.

But Jess’ visit to Crow Creek Ranch brings a complication—a history with owner Ash MacBryde that ignites an emotional firestorm. It threatens not only Jess’ budding feelings for the young wrangler Luc, but it also drives a wedge between Ash and his married partner Oak.

While Ash and Jess struggle to understand and control their still smoldering feelings for each other, the two young men who would love them unite in desperation, making the kinds of bad choices that lead to jealous rage and soul-searing hurt.

To save Oak, Luc will do whatever it takes, including jail time. To save themselves, Jess and Ash must finally confront what they’ve hidden for years.

Four men vie to hold onto the things they hold dear. Riding for the time. Riding for the glory. And it takes only one misstep to disqualify any one of them from the competition … and from love.


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EXCERPT

Ash MacBryde and Jess Carpenter share more than just a history. When Jess decides to visit Crow Creek ranch, it’s hard not to bring baggage along for the ride…

Ranches ran on the skills of their cooks and general staff. From what Ash had told Jess about Carmen, he was ready to worship on the altar of her carnitas, still simmering in a crock pot. If he hadn’t already been invited to stay the weekend and sample the pleasures of Crow Creek Ranch, he’d have gotten down on his arthritic knees and begged. As it was, his belly growled, despite just having finished a generous breakfast.

With a wink at Carmen, he turned to Ash and asked, “How the hell do you stay so skinny, bud?” Lifting the lid off the crock pot, he sniffed appreciatively and groaned his pleasure. Ash’s housekeeper ducked her head and bent over the sink to studiously scrub at an already spotless pot, the back of her neck reddening.

Ash grumbled, “Don’t even think about it, Sarge.”

“What?”

“You know what. Poaching.” Carmen giggled.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smiled, but it came hard, hearing Ash call him “Sarge.” Those days were long gone, and so were too many of the men and women who’d served under him.

Ash said, “Wait here a minute,” and disappeared up a long hallway. When the tall man returned he had two tumblers and the bottle of Carreta de Oro Jess had brought with him.

Glancing at the clock, Jess raised an eyebrow but followed his friend out the door to a small cabin shaded by pines. Ash dragged a folding table between two rockers and cracked the cap on the black bottle, pouring out a generous amount in each tumbler.

After handing Jess the glass, he sat down and sipped appreciatively. Nodding to his guest, he said, “You always did have excellent taste.”

“Figured you wouldn’t have access to the good stuff this far out in the boonies.”

Ash swirled amber liquid around the tumbler and chuckled. “What’s that saying?”

Jess laughed and sang out, “It’s only good if you don’t remember it, one tequila, two tequila, three tequila … floor.”

“I remember hitting a shitload of floors back in the day.”

Jess grimaced, “We did what we had to do, you and me.” He looked over at his friend, knowing what he said wouldn’t insult or rankle him. “If it’s all the same, that’s water under the sand bridge.”


Author Photo - Nya RawlnsAUTHOR BIO

Nya Rawlyns is a writer, editor and hopeless optimist. She’s lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback and been owned by two Newfis. She’s currently staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses.

She writes edgy romance, where emotion is a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath–a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises you make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable.

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AMAZON AUTHOR PAGEWEBSITE / BLOGROMANCING WORDS

A WHISPER OF WINGS (Free Reads) – FACEBOOK

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Curling Iron
SERIES – Bad Boyfriends Series
AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns
GENRE – Romantic Comedy, Gay Fiction
PUBLICATION DATE – July 12, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 118/34483
PUBLISHER – Pub/Right
COVER ARTIST – Dreams2Media


BOOK SYNOPSIS

Curling Iron - CoverBook #1 in the Bad Boyfriends Series

Kane leads a double life. By day, he pumps iron, running a fitness center, where jocks and Cougar flock for the burn and the ’tude. By night, it’s something else entirely that gets pumped, as Kane swaps sweats for Armani to cater to an exclusive clientele, willing to pay well to indulge their special interests and tastes. His double life isn’t a problem until his conniving ex tightens the financial screws.

Finding and retaining suitable companions for his after-dark clients isn’t easy. David Black’s pole dancing performance at a friend’s club hints that he might hit all the bullet points on Kane’s list of requirements, in a way that could mean something other than “just business.”

David is out of work and out of options, so when he’s offered the choice of starvation or performing both on and off the stage, it’s a no-brainer. Kane’s offer of a position with the escort service is as attractive as the man himself, and David agrees to a trial period involving certain conditions. He quickly finds that he’s out of his depth.

Confronted with unanticipated roadblocks, one thing is clear… neither man is taking no for an answer.


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EXCERPT

After an especially raunchy pole dance performance, David heads to his dressing room for the lucrative meet ’n greets, only this time it’s just one guy. David suspects he’s a cop…

Clearing my throat, I plastered polite on my face, and asked, “You wanted to see me?” He wasn’t a customer. No point in pretending otherwise.

He turned.

I swallowed. My tongue thickened. Spit pooled in my mouth, threatening to drizzle down my chin.

He nodded. I nodded. I went to sit in the folding chair in front of the desk.

“Don’t.”

I didn’t.

The soft cashmere turtleneck was a dead giveaway. This was my too smexy for his shoes guy from the audience, the one sitting next to the stage, the one I’d copped a feel with my eyes at the end of the routine… That one. There. Giving me a once, twice, thrice-over.

The pouch bulged.

A grin played at the corners of his mouth. I hoped he had handcuffs. I really hoped he liked doing bad cop.

He held out a hand, said, “I’m Kane.”

We shook. I shook, mostly inside, but it was a close call. I had the presence of mind to ask, “May I see some identification?”

He looked surprised, but fished in an interior pocket and pulled out a small, flat metal holder. He withdrew a business card and handed it over.

I stared, not exactly processing much…

BAD BOYFRIENDS
1-800-bad-boys

While I mouthed Bad Boyfriends, he said, “I have a proposal for you, Mr.—”

“Black. David Black.”


AUTHOR BIO

Author Photo - Nya RawlnsWriter, editor and hopeless romantic.

Nya Rawlyns has lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback, and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She is staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses. She never met a potato chip she didn’t like and she lifts weights – which is probably fortuitous as she really likes potato chips. But mostly she loves happy endings, even when she has to make them up.

 


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