For those of you who haven’t met this weekend’s Daring Time Contest guest author, you are in for a real treat. Sierra Dafoe is an award-winnng author and genuinely nice lady, and she’s here to chat with us! Leave her a comment or question, and your name will go in the pot to win a free download of The Boys Back Home.
She could never choose between them…until they both chose her.
Even as a young girl, Cassie Jordan knew the rules: one man, one woman. Especially in rural Idaho. But how can she choose between blond, kind-hearted Kyle Watson and dark, sensuous Alan Caine?
She can’t. Not even when she discovers the two handsome cowboys in bed together and is convinced that neither of them cares for her at all. That discovery sends her running all the way to Chicago and into the arms of another man. Now, with her wedding fast approaching, it’s time to return to Preacher’s Bend to sort out her tangled emotions.
Now that Cassie’s back in town, Kyle and Alan are determined to do whatever it takes to keep her there. As far as they’re concerned, there’s only one place on earth Cassie belongs — in their arms.
2008 CAPA nominee: Best Contemporary Erotic Romance!
2008 Love Romances Cafe winner: Best Western!
An All Romance eBooks bestseller!
5 Stars! “Sierra Dafoe has made me a believer. I loved The Boys Back Home… I absolutely recommend it as one of this summer’s must reads!”
— Just Erotic Romance Reviews
5 Hearts! “Skillfully blending emotions that are engaging, highly sensual, unconditionally loving, and heart-wrenching…” — TRS
4 1/2 Hearts! “Sierra Dafoe has definitely won over many readers with her warmhearted, tender storylines. Cassie, Kyle and Alan’s unique relationship fascinated me…” — Romance Junkies
4 Angels! “Ms. Dafoe has created an interesting story about learning that sometimes the past wasn’t what you thought it was… [I]t is obvious that there is more to the situation than meets the eye, but can Cassie, Kyle and Alan find a way through the misunderstandings and hurt feelings?” — Fallen Angels
The Boys Back Home
M/M/F menage romance
“I was real sorry about your mom, Cassie. I wanted to say something at the funeral, but you left so quickly…”
Bea’s voice trailed off inquisitively, and Cassie grimaced to herself. So let her think that’s why you left town, Cass. It’s better that way. But as heartbroken as she’d been by her mother’s death, that wasn’t what had driven her, running like a scared rabbit, all the way from Preacher’s Bend to the windy streets of Chicago and into Richard’s arms.
Aloud, she replied, “I know. I’m sorry. I just had to get away for a while.”
Bea nodded sagely. “I felt the same way when my mom passed on. Felt like my whole world was falling to pieces. But you’re back now,” she added with a last, satisfied nod. “Back where you belong. You’ve been missed around here, Cassie Jordan.”
Cassie shifted uncomfortably at her words, both wanting and afraid to ask who, exactly, had missed her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was terrified of hearing their names.
Not his. Their. And that was the whole problem, wasn’t it?
Even the unflappable Meredith Jordan had never had a solution for that dilemma. Cassie felt tears sting her eyes as she remembered the endless reassurances her mother had tendered over the years — reassurances which had never helped in the least. It’s just a phase, Cassie. Why, I used to fall in love with near about every boy I saw… You’re young yet, there’s no shame in not knowing what you want… Don’t worry, sweetie, someday you’ll meet a man who…
A man. Always a man. She sighed, thinking of the engagement ring hidden in her coat pocket, and lifted the coffee mug to her lips.
Then the bell above the doorway jingled, and Cassie froze.
Suddenly, her heart was thudding like a jackhammer in her chest. She heard heavy footsteps approach, pause behind her… God, Cassie, get a grip! she told herself sternly. It’s probably just old Mr. Hawley, or Mr. Tennant, or hell, it could be anybody.
“Afternoon, Bea. You got any of that coffee to go?”
That warm, rumbling baritone voice could belong to only one person on earth. Cassie’s fingers shook so badly she could barely put the mug back down, and she hunched her shoulders, desperately wishing she could sink into the floor and disappear.
“Oh, I think we could manage something.” There was an anticipatory gleam in Bea’s eyes. “One today, or two?”
Bea filled two Styrofoam cups, held them out and rang up the sale, and then, then, just as Cassie could feel him turning away and was beginning to consider letting herself sigh in relief…
“Kyle Watson,” Bea said sternly, “aren’t you even going to say hello to Cassie?”
Thump. Something hit the floor, followed immediately by a pained oath. “Shit! Damn! Hell, that stings.”
Cassie glanced over her shoulder to see coffee splattered across the floor and Kyle Watson, his broad shoulders hunched beneath his worn sheepskin jacket, glaring at Bea from under the rim of his Stetson as he sucked the back of his hand. “Dammit, Bea! You did that on purpose.”
Bea laughed. “I’ll get you another.”
Kyle scrubbed futilely at the sleeve of his coat while Bea poured him a fresh cup of coffee, and Cassie, her heart pounding, held herself rigid on the stool, trying so hard not to think of the last time she’d seen him…
“You know, Kyle, since you’re going that way, maybe you’d give Cassie a ride out to her place. It’s a powerful long walk.”
Damn you, Bea.
Cassie could feel the blood rising to her cheeks as Kyle turned, smiling, and then there was no place to hide, no place to look except up into eyes so light a blue they were almost silver, piercing her straight to the bone. He tilted back his Stetson, his face spreading into a grin that was so easy, so familiar, it seemed to melt away the years as if they’d never happened at all.
“‘Course I will. Hello, Cass.”
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BK: Welcome Sierra! Your steamy romances have garnered you a legion of loyal readers and fans. What makes your books stand out in the realms of erotic romance and romance?
SD: Oh gosh! My mom always taught me to be modest. This is hard!
I guess if there’s one thing I always strive for, it’s to write a story I believe. Whether it’s about lions or cowboys or shape-shifting dragons, I have to be able to believe it before I can ask my readers to.
And heroes! Yummy heroes that I fall in love with — once again, if they can’t sweep me off my feet, how can I expect anyone else to get swept away?
BK: Very true, Sierra! I recently heard that you signed with the Knight Agency and your dream agent! Congrats! Tell us about that journey.
SD: Thanks so much, Beth! To say it’s been exciting is an incredible understatement. Nephele Tempest is a wonderful agent, very responsive and insightful and supportive.
BK: I’ve been working for the past year, on and off, on a series — or at least I got the original idea for it about fourteen months ago, and have spent a lot of time in between novellas fleshing the world out, starting to build the stories, seeing how it all connects. I’d sent Nephele the partial of the first book (which, as I worked on the world more, I realized was the second book) and we talked a lot about it by phone. Then I sent her a big chunk of the “new” first book, and she decided she wanted to keep me.
BK: What’s in the works for you?
SD: Well, the above series, which I wish SO BAD I could talk about more! Since we’re getting it all shiny and ready for submissions, I’m gonna play it close to the chest, though. The best way to get inside glimpses as things progress is to join my yahoogroup and sign up for my newsletter at sierradafoe.com.
Those are also the best way to hear about my contests, new releases, new contracts, and works in progress — and there are a few works in progress in addition to the series, including a follow-up to The Boys Back Home.
More hot yummy cowboys, yay!!!
BK: Something to cheer about, to be sure! What’s the biggest compliment you ever received about one of your books?
SD: Wow. Um. I don’t know — I get so knocked out sometimes by the way a reader responds to a book. It’s the best feeling there is! Theresa (from the Samhain loop) made me this great little quiltlet because she loved The Boys Back Home so much — that was amazing, the day I opened my mail to find that! It made me cry.
There’s a picture of it on my blog.
So I’d call getting that a pretty huge compliment! It made me feel awfully good.
BK: I’ll bet, Sierra. 🙂 If you could time travel to anytime, where would you go and why?
SD: This is one of the best things about being a writer — I don’t have to pick, lol! But honestly, if I could, I’d sneak forward in time about 10 years and see if I had grandkids yet — or maybe sneak forward 50 and see if I had great-grandkids!
BK: Great answer, Si. Thanks so much for joining us at the Daring Time Contest and good luck with future projects!