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From my All Romance eBook Just One Bite Short Story Contest Finalist THIS COWBOY BITES — Voting begins October 1!

Squaring her shoulders, Emma went after what she wanted. Her running shoes tread silently as she entered the barn.

At

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Trace eased the screen door closed, not meeting her gaze. Removing his hat, he hung it on a coat rack next to the door. “It can wait.” He moved closer and slid his hands over her shoulders.

“Hold on,” Macy

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When Chase released Drake’s hand, Reno said, “Drake was instrumental in my attaining the teaching position.”

“Great,” Chase worked to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, “Now I know who to thank.” And had more than one reason to

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Hi! I’m Randi Alexander, and I write cowboy erotic romance.

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SULTRY SUMMER NIGHTS: IGNITE YOUR PASSIONS BLOG HOP (AUGUST 22-29)

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Chase sat slouched on the bed in his red boxer briefs, his head hanging low, his forearms resting on his thighs, and his hands pressed together between his knees. “Forgive me?” he asked quietly.

Tears formed in Reno’s eyes. This

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We live in different worlds. That’s the problem,” Chase said, pointing toward the arena full of fans chanting his name.

“No we don’t,” Reno whispered. “We live in one world, where you and I are the only people who matter.”

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Happy National Orgasm Day!

“Make me come Chase.” The words ground out and the instant she said his name, all hell broke loose inside her, and she spun into the stars, a cry leaving her throat as she shook uncontrollably.

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We have a winner! Using Random.org, I chose Bronwen Evans as the winner of an e-copy of Chase and Seduction. Please contact me at Randi@RandiAlexander.com to claim your prize, and please let me know what format you’d like. Congratulations, Bronwen!…

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Scene from Chase and Seduction – Reno and Chase are spread out on a blanket by the lake.

Reno laughed. “What’s so terrible about French food?”

“Snails,” Chase replied, his eyes still closed.

“Have you ever tried them?”

“Yep. The

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Reno sat on the top rail of the fence, fascinated.

Chase wore an old checkered shirt, its sleeves long gone, the back wet with sweat. A cowboy hat, grungy from hard use, sat planted firmly on his head. His big

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