FALLING FOR OWEN~Jennifer Ryan Coming, April 15, 2014….excerpt

Coming Soon!

April 15, 2014!!

Be sure to read the excerpt! I wanted to stop in a moment to say I LOVED FALLING FOR OWEN. Actually I’ve loved this whole series but Owen, OMG he’s hot and wonderful and watching him fall in love………well let’s just say this is a book you shouldn’t miss!!! If you’ve read it let me know what you thought, if you’ve read others by Jennifer Ryan tell me about those! Now read on to find the excerpt and more…




{Book 2 in The McBrides series}


  • Series: McBrides
  • Mass Market Paperback: 416 pages
  • Publisher: Avon Impulse (April 22, 2014)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0062306103
  • ISBN-13: 978-0062306104



April 15, 2014

The McBrides of Fallbrook return with reformed bad boy Owen. He’ll do whatever he must to protect the woman who’s captured his heart.

Attorney by day, rancher by night Owen McBride conquered his dark past and made it his mission to help the innocent—even at the expense of a personal life. But when a client’s abusive ex-husband targets Owen and his gorgeous neighbor Claire gets caught in the crossfire, his feelings turn anything but professional. The mysterious beauty awakens something in him, and he’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe.

Coffee shop owner Claire Walsh learned the hard way that handsome men aren’t to be trusted. Owen may be sexy as hell and determined to take care of her, but she’s reluctant to put her heart on the line. His presence in her life puts a target on her back, yet the more time she spends with him, the more she finds she can’t help falling for Owen.

Read the Excerpt!

With her gaze cast down on the pots, she didn’t see the man step out from the other side of the patio until his shadow fell over her. His eyes went as wide as hers.

“You’re not him,” he said, stumbling back, knocking over a larger potted pink miniature rose bush and falling on his ass, breaking the pot and the bush with his legs. She hoped he got stuck a dozen times, but the tiny thorns probably wouldn’t go through his dirt-smudged jeans.

In a rage, she opened the door, but held tight to the handle so she could close it again if he came too close. She yelled, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’ll get him for this and for sleeping with my wife,” the guy slurred. Drunk and ranting, he gained his feet but stumbled again. “Where is he?” The man turned every which way, looking past her and into her dark house.


“Your lying, cheating, no-good husband.”

“How the hell should I know. I haven’t seen or heard from him in six months.”

“Liar. I saw him drive this way tonight after he fucked my wife at his office and filled her head with more bullshit lies.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if my ex is messing with your wife. I left him almost two years ago for cheating on me. Believe me, I know how you feel, but he doesn’t live here.”

“You’re lying. He drove his truck this way and stopped just outside.”

“He doesn’t drive a truck.”

“Stop lying, bitch.”

“I’m not. You have the wrong person.”

“You tell that no-good McBride he better stop seeing my wife. If he thinks a bunch of papers will ever set her free of me, he don’t know what I’m capable of, what we have. He’ll be one sorry son of a bitch. She’s mine. I keep what’s mine.”

“You don’t understand.”

“No. You don’t understand,” he said almost like a whining child. “You tell him, or I’ll make him pay with what’s his.” He pointed an ominous finger at her. “You tell him if he doesn’t leave my wife alone and let her come back to me like she wants, I’m going to hurt you before I go after him.”

Pissed off he’d just threatened her life for no good reason, she fumed. “Listen mister, I don’t know the man you’re talking about. He doesn’t live here.”

“Bullshit. Don’t lie to me, bitch.” He grabbed one of her patio chairs and threw it at the sliding glass door. She dashed sideways along the patio and the house wall, narrowly avoiding getting hit. The glass door shattered into a million tiny bits of glass beside her.

“That’s it. I’m calling the cops.” She dialed 911.

He ran to her and knocked the phone out of her hand into a pile of dirt and torn marigold roots.

“Help me!” She hoped the call went through and someone heard her.

The man pushed past her, knocking her down. She cut her bare foot on a broken shard of pottery. The man disappeared around the corner of the house. A car engine started out front. She ran the other way, down the shorter side to cut him off and, hopefully, get his license plate number to give to the cops. She ran for the driveway, but he pulled out of the trees to her left. The engine revved, and he clipped her on the side, sending her crashing to the pavement, scraping her knee and elbow before she twisted and cracked the back of her head on the driveway. Stars burst on the inside of her eyelids. She lifted her head and opened her eyes, only to see his red haloed taillights fade and disappear around the corner and onto the main road.

Bleary eyed and dizzy, she tried to plant her hands on the ground and raise herself up. She fell flat again. The world spun and shadows swam, making her close her eyes, only to open them and see nothing but blurry shapes.

Her eyes closed, her face hit the cement, and everything went black.

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About the author…..

NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of The Hunted Series. Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children.

When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession for both is often revealed in the state of her home, and how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt, and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.

For more information about Jennifer and her upcoming releases, visit www.jennifer-ryan.com.








{Book 1 in the Cowboys of Decker Ranch Series, April 2014}

how to handle a cowboy

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Without further ado….Welcome back, Joanne! It is always a pleasure to have you with MBA&M and our readers!!

My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys


I’ve been writing contemporary Western romance for years now, and I’ll tell you a secret: it’s easy.




Because my heroes have always been cowboys, just like the song says, and cowboys naturally make perfect romantic heroes.


Mostly, that’s because they’re old-fashioned. If you drive through the heart of Wyoming, you find yourself in what I call the “Deep West.” You’ll travel through miles and miles of open ranchland punctuated by small towns that seem misplaced in time. Sit down in any mom-and-pop diner in LaGrange or Clearmont or Wamsutter and you’ll hear conversations about community and crops, weather and wild animals. In the Deep West, the daily news doesn’t matter much, and neither does the stock market. It’s all about the price of beef and the grain harvest.


In spite of that isolation,  the West is changing. I blame it on the influence of television and the Cabela’s catalog. I saw a cattle drive the other day where the cowboys were riding four-wheelers and wearing baseball caps. Don’t they know they’re tampering with the American dreams of millions of women? Put on a Stetson and buy a horse!


Rodeo cowboys, on the other hand, wear cowboy clothes: Wranglers that fit and button-down shirts, accessorized with scuffed boots that have seen their share of horse hooey and arena dirt, and battered hats that have been stomped by bulls and broncs. Not that a cowboy would ever admit to accessorizing. They’re the kind of guys who put on whatever’s on top in the laundry basket.


But they do accessorize, and my favorite rodeo cowboy accessory is chaps.


What can I say about chaps? They deserve their own paragraph. They’re leather pants without a seat, after all. Though the cowboys claim they’re practical, I’m convinced some woman designed them to show off a man’s best assets. They force a cowboy to swagger just a bit, and the fringe sways and emphasizes the beat of their stride like a flounced skirt sways with a woman’s hips. And when they ride? The chaps are flapping, the fringe is flying, and the whole thing looks like poetry to me.


There are two kinds of rodeo cowboys: the new ones, and the ones who have mastered the sport. The new ones come out of those small towns in the heart of Wyoming, and they’re a little wide-eyed and innocent. Cheyenne is the big city to some of these guys, and rodeo is the only road that’s going to get them off the ranch. I once snapped a picture of one of these guys, sitting in the Cowboy Ready area at Frontier days, lost and wide-eyed and a little scared as he waited for his ride. He looked about fourteen, I swear, and was wearing a shirt his mother must have ironed for him. I’ll bet she cried while she did it, and it broke my heart when he got thrown right out of the gate.


Those guys get winnowed out pretty quick, which is a good thing. If you don’t have a real talent for roughstock riding, it’s best to go home. Otherwise, you’re just wasting your money on entry fees and getting stomped for nothing.


But the ones that stay? They’re a whole ‘nother story. Capable and confident, they take their sport seriously. Most of them are working toward their own ranch, a home for their eventual family.



Because family matters to these guys, and home is everything. Like the men of generations past, they have a deep connection to the land, and their ultimate goal is a simple life centered around work, home, and family.


Isn’t that the kind of man we’re all looking for? If you read contemporary romances, you’ll notice that the men often have old-fashioned professions. Heroines fall in love with hunky firemen, handsome carpenters, and Navy Seals.


But for me, the all-American cowboy has them all beat. The authenticity of their heritage accounts for the swagger in their stride. They’re an American legend, but you’d never know it to talk to them; they’re humble and respectful and kind. They can whisper to horses and sing to cattle, and they can do lots of other things, too.


But you’ll have to read my books to find out about that.

 Thank you, Joanne, for spending time with us and our readers today!

Now I have to ask, who doesn’t enjoy a cowboy? Oh, yes!! Leave a comment. 



His Rodeo Days May Be Over…

Sidelined by a career-ending injury, rodeo cowboy Ridge Cooper feels trapped at his family’s remote Wyoming ranch. Desperate to find an outlet for the passion he used to put into competing, he takes on the challenge of teaching his roping skills to five troubled ten-year-olds in a last-chance home for foster kids, and finds it’s their feisty supervisor who takes the most energy to wrangle.


But He’ll Still Wrangle Her Heart…

When social worker Sierra Dunn seeks an activity for the rebellious kids at Phoenix House, she soon learns she’s not in Denver anymore. Sierra is eager to get back home to her inner-city work, and the plan doesn’t include forming an attachment in Wyoming—especially not to a ruggedly handsome and surprisingly gentle local rodeo hero.


Praise for How to Handle a Cowboy

“Realistic and romantic… Kennedy’s forte is in making relationships genuine and heartfelt as she exposes vulnerabilities with tenderness and good humor.” —Booklist STARRED Review


“The sex scenes are juicy… Each character is essential to the storyline and the plot moves seamlessly.” —RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars


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joanne kennedy author photo 2011ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Joanne Kennedy’s lifelong fascination with Wyoming’s unique blend of past and present inspires her to write contemporary Western romances with traditional ranch settings. Her books include Cowboy Tough, Tall, Dark and Cowboy, and the RITA-nominated One Fine Cowboy. At various times, she has dabbled in horse training, chicken farming, and bridezilla wrangling at a department store wedding registry. Her love of reading led to careers in bookselling and writing. She lives with two dogs and a fighter pilot in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

For more information, please visit http://joannekennedybooks.com/.




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