Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway: COWBOY SEAL CHRISTMAS by Nicole Helm

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COWBOY SEAL CHRISTMAS (Navy SEAL Cowboys, Book 3) by Nicole Helm  

Publication Date: September 4, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

0470A975-B7E2-4A89-A783-1EA9922EADDBThree former Navy SEALs

Injured in the line of duty

Desperate for a new beginning…

Searching for a place to call their own.

Single mom and Revival Ranch’s on-site therapist Monica Finley has dedicated her life to helping brave servicemen and women, but former Navy SEAL Gabe Cortez is the one man whose shell she just can’t crack. Yet with the holidays fast approaching, she may finally have a plan. In a bid to get Gabe to open up, she’ll ask for as much help as possible—cutting down the Christmas tree, stringing lights, the whole nine yards.

Who could possibly be a Grinch with so much holiday cheer in the air?

Gabe has always hated Christmas—the holiday never fails to remind him just how alone he truly is. But the more time he spends with Monica and her young son, the more he finds himself drawn to their cozy little family…and the more he begins to realize his long-suppressed Christmas dreams may finally be coming true.

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Excerpt

And then they were all heading for the stairsMonica and Colin bickering over bedtimes, Alex and Becca sleepily arm in arm, and Gabe was left alone, seemingly forgotten, just him and the dogs.

He got up, ready to head out and ignore any of the idiotic disappointment in his chest. But bottles and glasses littered the coffee table, along with a few paper plates. Hed just grab those and throw them away, cutting down on some of the work Monica had to do. Quickly, before she came back down.

He collected the plates and a few bottles, disposing of them in the appropriate receptacles in the kitchen. Then he figured he could unload the dishwasher real quick, since hed lived here before the bunkhouse had been ready and he knew where everything went.

Once hed done that and added another load, he went back to the living room. Hed just collect the remainder of the glasses and then Monica wouldnt have to do anything.

Oh.

Gabe glanced toward the sound. Monica stood at the bottom of the stairs, and he couldnt read her expression or begin to understand what that oh had meant.

Got most of it done. Just these left.He ignored the glasses hed been going for and moved toward the door. I was getting ready to head out though.

Monica shook her head, grabbing her glass of wine and refilling it with the last of the bottle. Stay. Have a drink with me.

Gabe watched her suspiciously. Why?

She plopped herself onto the couch, staring at the fire instead of back at him. Because otherwise Im going to sit here and wallow about the passage of time. Id rather bicker with you.

Hed regret ithe knew hed regret itand yet he couldnt seem to resist. Much as he hated to admit it, he wasnt tired enough to sleep instead of wallow.

He was at least smart enough to take a seat in the armchair instead of next to her on the couch. And he was not about to drink any more.

So, why arent you with your family?she asked with no preamble.

Family. Funny word, that. Still, he didnt wince. He knew hed be asked. He had his rote answers prepared. They live all the way on the other side of the country.

I do believe they have these things called airplanes.

Really? Havent heard of them.

Her mouth curved, and she looked different in the flickering firelight. Fragile almost, where usually she looked impossibly sturdy and strong.

Why arent you with yours?

My parents are on a cruise celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.She smiled fondly, but it died quickly. Colins other grandparents dont much care for us. Well, that isnt fair. We remind them of Dex, and theywell, I suppose they havent fully dealt with their grief. Im not sure I can blame them. Im not sure all the therapist training in the world would help me if I ever lost…” She shook her head. See? Morbid wallowing. I dont want it. Say something obnoxious.

Marines are pussies.

She barked out a laugh, then covered her mouth, presumably since there were people sleeping upstairs.

She had a good laugh. Loud and uninhibited. Hell, he needed a beer.

My dad is not a pussy,she said, sounding far more amused than offended.

Gabe shrugged. Im sure he doesnt think so.

Monica shook her head. Shed worn her hair down today, which she rarely did. In the firelight, it was tinged red, and seriously, he had to get his ass out of this chair and get a beer.

But he sat. And he watched her.

She cleared her throat, holding the wineglass with both hands, staring hard at the fire in the fireplace. The dogs had disappeared at some point when hed been cleaning, so it really was just him and Monica.

I know I dont owe you any explanation about how I treat my son, butwell, youre very good with him. He looks up to you. All three of you really, and its good for him to have you three as influences in his life. But he seems to be particularly connected to you.

Everything in him tensed, chilled. That careful tone of voice, the way she wouldnt meet his gaze. He knew what came next. Hed been here before, hadnt he? And you want me to stay away?

No, not at all.She frowned, her gaze all shock and confusion as it met his. Why would you think that?

Gabe looked down at his hands. He hadnt realized hed gripped them both into tight fists, but there they werewhite knuckled and clenched. He tried to come up with some explanation, but in the end, his scratchy voice just managed some lame excuse. Im not his dad.

No, but he needs people of all stripes in his life, people wholl teach him different things and offer him different opportunities. He needs people to look up to because he feels a connection. Ill always be a shade too overprotective. Ive worked through some of it, butDex died…”

He unclenched his fists and placed his hands on the arms of the chair, ready to push out of it. You dont have to explain it to me.

But I want to. I want you to understand. Youre a part of Colins life.She said it so seriously, so baldly. None of her usual therapist carefulness in picking the words. He knew better than to look, but he couldnt seem to help himself.

She was staring at him, emotion written all over her face. An earnestness, a hope, and, underneath all that, lovelove for her son.

Gabe was somehow rendered speechless by that, and he was never, ever speechless.

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Giveaway

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About the Author

Nicole Helm grew up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, a husband, and two kids, she got to pursue that dream. Nicole writes down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to cowboys, midwest to the west, she writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. When she’s not writing, she spends her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in Missouri. She is slightly (okay, totally) addicted to Twitter (@nicolethelm), the St. Louis Cardinals, and someday owning a barn.

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Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway: COWBOY SEAL REDEMPTION by Nicole Helm

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COWBOY SEAL REDEMPTION (Navy SEAL Cowboys, Book 2) by Nicole Helm 

Publication Date: June 5, 2018

Genre: Western Romance

Synopsis

0A80E1BD-6600-4971-8A25-89513B1DF202Three former Navy SEALs

Injured in the line of duty

Desperate for a new beginning…

Searching for a place to call their own.

Jack Armstrong’s been slowly piecing his life back together after a career-ending injury bounced him from the SEALs. The only trouble is, his family’s on their way to his new haven in Montana…and Jack refuses to let them know he’s still hurting. Desperate, he makes a deal with local bad girl Rose Rogers: in exchange for some extra security, she’ll play the perfect loving girlfriend.

Rose doesn’t trust any man, much less some tough-as-nails former SEAL. But the more they settle into their ruse, the more things start to feel real, and the more Rose’s true fear surfaces—that she’ll never be good enough for love. But Jack isn’t about to lose Rose. He’s done running when things get tough, and he’s determined to prove—once and for all—that even the most troubled hearts can find their way to redemption.

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Excerpt

No man had ever held her close like this. Like you just held a person because you woke up together. And okay, maybe shed never really spent the night with a guy. The few times shed allowed herself to be charmed into sex, shed always vamoosed either once the act was done or once the guy dozed off.

She didnt stay. She didnt do it again. And she did not, God forbid, cuddle. Someone holding her was supposed to be stifling. It was supposed to feel awkward. She was supposed to want to make fun of an act as soft and pointless as this.

Mostly she wanted to cry again and stay here forever. What was this man doing to her? And why him? Was it the scarsinternal and external? The sob story? Or just those eyes?

Do you have nightmares?he asked out of nowhere.

She shifted in his arms. Why would I have nightmares?

He kissed her bare shoulder. PTSD.

Hate to break it to you, sailor, but I never went to war.

You survived your own hell,he said so matter-of-factly, she couldnt even think up a response. War isnt the only thing that stamps itself on you, and death isnt either. You know, when I was in the rehabilitation center, someone told me foster kids suffer from PTSD at a higher rate than military veterans.

What asshole said that to you while you were in a rehabilitation center?

He shrugged. Mike.

Id like to wring that little fuckers neck.

Jacks mouth curved into a smile. Id rather you didnt. My mother likes you, but she wouldnt approve of that.

Your sister likes me too.Which she shouldnt have said or even thought. What did it matter what his family thought? It was a fake like, for a fake herbut she liked them in return.

Except Dick Bag Mike.

My sister worships you and might not care if you wring Mikes neck.

She laughed. Oh, damn him for having half a charming family. Vivian was adorable, and his parents were

Well, she didnt want to think about how lovely they were.

You had your own trauma, Rose. I just wondered if it still bothered you. Nightmares. Panic attacks. Ive done it all, so…”

Trauma. As though she were a victim. She had been, in a sense, but not like her sisters. Theyd all looked after each other. They had put each other first at great risk to themselves. Only Rose had ever taken their fathers teachings to heart.

Always look out for number one.

Just tell me the truth,he said, and it was all gentle and impossible to fight him off.

The truth. She didnt want to acknowledge the truth, but lying to Jack seemed so impossible. S-sometimes. Ive had nightmares. Rarely, but sometimes.

Mine have gotten fewer ever since I started talking. I told my sister I loved her last night.He paused, rubbing his lightly stubbled chin against her temple. I dont think Ive ever done that. And it was something. Telling Madison how much she hurt me changed something. Ive still got scars, Geiger is still dead, Madison is still married to my brother, but…”

But what?

See, thats the thing. There didnt used to be a but. It was a list of horrible, dark things, and it ended there. Everything was awful. Now? I still feel beat down by those things, by those hurts and scars, buttheres a but. Theres more.

She wanted to cry. For him. Because of him. She knew what it was like to have a but. Her sisters had always been that. It was so strange to realize that, over the past year as her sisters had been building their lives, shed lost that but for herself.

She had her bar, her power, and her freedom. It should have been enough, but the list of bleak was holding her down, and she didnt know how to be as brave as Jack and believe in a but.

Im not your happy ending, Jack,she rasped.

I dont believe in happy endings anymore, Rose. Maybe I never did. I do know we dont get what we deserve, and hard work doesnt always pay off. That doesnt change the beauty and hope of having a but.He smiled then, so open and perfect and beautiful. I care about you, Rose.A gesture she didnt deserve.

I wish you wouldnt,she whispered.

I know.He sighed and brushed his lips across hers, light and quick. I have to go do my chores before the family wakes up. Why dont you come with me?

Come with?

Yeah, you can watch me do manly chores, we can eat breakfast with my family, and then you can head home and get some rest before you have to open the bar.

She should refuse, stop diving deeper into this thing that was going to end so very badly if she let him get more attached.

If you let yourself get more attached.

Say yes,he murmured against her neck, nuzzling there.

And she was a very, very stupid woman, because thats exactly what she said

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About the Author

Nicole Helm grew up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, a husband, and two kids, she got to pursue that dream. Nicole writes down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to cowboys, midwest to the west, she writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. When she’s not writing, she spends her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in Missouri. She is slightly (okay, totally) addicted to Twitter (@nicolethelm), the St. Louis Cardinals, and someday owning a barn.

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Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway: COWBOY SEAL HOMECOMING by Nicole Helm

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COWBOY SEAL HOMECOMING (Navy SEAL Cowboys, Book 1) by Nicole Helm 

Publication Date: January 2, 2018

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

77BAF9E1-9AD8-49ED-815E-1F3AEC988E49Three former Navy SEALs
Injured in the line of duty
Desperate for a new beginning…
Searching for a place to call their own.

Alex Maguire never thought he’d go home again. The perfect soldier, the perfect leader, he’s spent his whole life running away from Blue Valley, Montana—but when a tragic accident bounces him and two of his men out of the SEALs, there’s nowhere left to turn but the ranch he used to call his own…and the confusing, innocently beguiling woman who now lives there.

Becca Denton’s like nothing he could have imagined. She’s far too tempting for her own good, but when she offers to help turn the ranch into a haven for injured veterans, he can’t exactly say no. He’ll just need to keep his distance. But something in her big green eyes makes Alex want to set aside the mantle of the perfect soldier and discover the man he could have been…safe and whole within the shelter of her arms.

The Prodigal SEAL has come home.

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Alex didn’t care if things had changed. Of course things had changed. That was what things did. They changed. Things could look exactly the same on the outside and be completely different on the inside.
Which was a metaphor for jack shit. And it didn’t bother him in the least.
He filled three mugs, leaving the fourth empty for when Jack appeared. He set one on the counter next to where Becca was scrambling eggs and then took his and Gabe’s to the table.
“You, uh, said something about Dad rehiring Hick, right? Does he do the morning chores?” Alex asked.
“He handles most of the stuff with the cattle. I see to the horses. I’m sure Hick’ll be glad to have help though. He’s been hiring some seasonal staff, but it’s hard when we don’t have a place for them to stay.”
“Obviously…” Alex trailed off at the sound of a—he actually didn’t know what that sound was. Gabe was looking around the kitchen trying to find the source of it too.
Becca cursed and wiped her hands on a towel before tossing it onto the counter. “Damn it, Ron Swanson.”
Alex exchanged confused glances with Gabe. Gabe shrugged. Becca hurried out of the kitchen and Alex followed her. She went straight toward Dad’s office, which caused Alex to pause.
Before she could get to the hallway that led to the office and the mudroom, an animal clopped forward.
Becca fisted her hands on her hips. “You know you’re not supposed to do this,” she scolded.
The animal was not a dog or a cat or any normal inside, domesticated pet. It was a goat. And it bleated at her as if in answer.
What the fuck?
Becca glanced over her shoulder at him. “Ron Swanson here figured out how to use the doggie door. When he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he tends to try and sneak in.”
“Why…” So many whys. “Why do you have a goat who sneaks in through a dog door?”
“Long story. Will you finish with the eggs while I get him back outside where he belongs?”
“Yeah. You grab the goat, and I’ll fix the eggs. This is totally normal.”
She laughed. Such a pretty sound. Oddly comforting. Strange to realize it was something he hadn’t had enough of in the past ten years—pretty women laughing.
“If you came here looking for normal, boy, you came to the wrong place,” she said, sounding mostly amused.
She lunged for the goat then, and Alex watched with morbid fascination. She got her arms around its neck, but it bleated and kicked and Becca swore.
“You’re feisty today, Ron. I really don’t like it when you’re feisty,” she muttered to the goat.
To. The. Goat.
The goat bucked again and Becca lost her grip as she dodged the kick. The goat took off toward the kitchen. Without thinking the action through, Alex made a move to block the hallway, but the goat was a tiny, little thing and darted right between his legs.
“The hell?”
“Goats are very smart,” Becca replied, hurrying past him. “We better get him before he eats everything.”
“Again, how do you have a goat that goes through the doggie door?”
“It’s a—”
“Long story, right.” He followed her to the kitchen, his long strides easily matching Becca’s jog.
Back in the kitchen, Gabe was standing in the corner by the stove looking wide-eyed and horrified. Alex could hardly blame him. The damn animal was now standing on top of the kitchen table.
“Why the fuck is there a goat on the kitchen table?” Gabe asked, all but pressing himself into the corner of the counter.
“You’re more afraid of a goat than a sniper?” Alex asked, grinning.
“Damn straight. I know what the hell to do with a sniper.”
“He’s mostly harmless, just desperate to be human,” Becca said, calmly studying the goat.
Alex didn’t know how to feel about this except baffled and entertained all at the same time. “With a name like Ron Swanson, I can’t say I blame him.”
“Do they bite?” Gabe demanded.
Becca laughed again, and Alex didn’t fail to notice Gabe had much of the same reaction he did—a startled look at Becca. Then a little bit of a smile at the sound.
It was a strange moment, all in all, to feel with a true, bone-deep certainty he’d done the right thing and come to the right place. He didn’t often let himself doubt it, but they needed this—laughter and home. Even if it meant a goat on the kitchen table.
“All right. Who’s going to help me grab him?” Becca asked.
Alex felt a certain lightness that had definitely been missing for a while. “Since Gabe’s a coward, I think it’ll be me.”
She pressed her lips together like she was trying not to smile as she stood next to one corner of the table. Alex situated himself across from her. Her gaze met his over the body of the miniature goat.
She grinned, a full-on grin he would never have expected from her.
“Welcome home, Alex,” she said, green eyes dancing with humor.
He could only laugh.

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About the Author

Nicole Helm grew up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, a husband, and two kids, she got to pursue that dream. Nicole writes down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to cowboys, midwest to the west, she writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. When she’s not writing, she spends her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in Missouri. She is slightly (okay, totally) addicted to Twitter (@nicolethelm), the St. Louis Cardinals, and someday owning a barn.

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Review: NEED YOU NOW (A Mile High Romance) by Nicole Helm

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NEED YOU NOW (A Mile High Romance) by Nicole Helm 

Publication Date: May 30, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

IMG_8494He’s mountain-tough. She’s city-smart. The sparks are about to fly…

Only the most resilient of souls could breathe new life into an all-but-forgotten town nestled in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains—but what they get in return might be worth the heartache it takes to make it happen…

Gracely, Colorado, was once a booming mining town. No one knows that better than Brandon Evans. His father’s company kept the town thriving for years—until Brandon threatened to expose his illegal practices and drove him away. Everyone blames Brandon and his brother for turning Gracely into a ghost town—but the tenacious residents cling to a long-held legend about the land’s healing powers. And Brandon has a plan to spin that legend into reality…

Lilly Preston took a leap of faith and moved to Gracely a year ago to save her nephew from an abusive situation. She would do anything for him, even sacrifice her glamorous job. Reluctantly, the former PR hot shot takes a job at the ruggedly handsome Evans brothers’ Mile High Adventures, a company offering restorative Rocky Mountain vacations.

Brandon thinks PR is pointless, and Lilly knows less than nothing about the outdoors. Which is exactly why they need each other—in ways neither ever imagined…

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Donna 4 stars

A nice romance, more on the emotional side than physical. Brandon and Lilly had a lot of emotional baggage they needed to work through. Although I liked them each, they carried the “I can’t have this relationship” thing a bit too far for me. All in all, an enjoyable story. I look forward to the next Mile High story.

*Review copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

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About the Author

Nicole Helm grew up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, a husband, and two kids, she got to pursue that dream. Nicole writes down-to-earth contemporary romance. From farmers to cowboys, midwest to the west, she writes stories about people finding themselves and finding love in the process. When she’s not writing, she spends her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in Missouri. She is slightly (okay, totally) addicted to Twitter (@nicolethelm), the St. Louis Cardinals, and someday owning a barn.

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Spotlight, Guest Post & Giveaway: True-Blue Cowboy Christmas by Nicole Helm

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True-Blue Cowboy Christmas (Big Sky Cowboys, #3) by Nicole Helm

Publication Date: October 4, 2016

Synopsis

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Thack Lane has his hands full. For the past seven years, he’s been struggling to move on from his wife’s tragic death and raise a daughter all by his lonesome. He doesn’t have time for himself, much less a cheerful new neighbor with a smile that can light up the ranch.

Christmas spirit? Bah, humbug.

With Christmas right around the corner, Summer Shaw is searching for somewhere to belong. When her neighbor’s young daughter takes a shine to her, she is thrilled. But Thack is something else altogether. He’s got walls around his heart that no amount of holiday wishes can scale. Yet as joy comes creeping back to the lonely homestead, Summer and Thack may just find their happily ever after before the last of the Christmas miracles are through…

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Excerpt

Summer started walking, but Thack took the guitar case from her. “Here, let me help.”

It wasn’t necessary, but it was awfully nice. Especially when his free hand took hers, their fingers intertwining. It was like the culmination of so much desperate belief—that not all men were like the men Summer had met through her mother. That something sweet and easy and normal could exist, and that it could be something she might earn. She swallowed at the lump in her throat. How silly she was to be emotional over something so…little.

The frigid, dark air helped her get her bearings. She led him to where her car was parked, and he helped her load the guitar in the back. When she shut the door, she turned to look at him and managed her best flirtatious-if-nervous smile. “So. Walk?” Though she didn’t know how long they’d last in the freezing temperatures, she thought she might tempt frostbite if it meant spending time with him.

“Yeah. Just…one thing first.”

Before she could even ask what, his mouth was on hers and she sighed into the kiss, leaning into him. She loved the way his hands tangled in her hair, that even though they weren’t exactly at ease around each other one hundred percent of the time, this was easy.

No, easy wasn’t the right word. It just worked. Their bodies fit and somehow his mouth always knew exactly how to move against hers, like they had been built to match in all of the right places—two puzzle pieces that on the surface hadn’t looked like they would fit together.

But the surface was never the whole story, and while for the past two years she’d desperately tried to make the layers fit, she couldn’t erase those first twenty years of her life.

Somehow, kissing Thack in the middle of a dark Montana town, she found she no longer wanted to erase the experience of those years. It was a part of her, a part of how she’d gotten here, to this place where his kiss, his hands, he felt like magic.

She wanted more. He wanted more. They wanted each other. She didn’t want to freeze her butt off on a walk down Main Street. Not when, for the first time, their time together was truly just the two of them. No matter where this took them, that was something to grab with both hands and not waste.

“We could skip the walk,” she said, holding on to his coat, ignoring the press of the car door handle in her back.

His eyes narrowed as if he wasn’t quite certain she was suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. “Um. What exactly would we do instead?”

“You could take me home.” She sounded breathless and probably ridiculous, but she didn’t care. This was something she’d dreamed about. Over the years, she had put a great deal of thought into the details—when and how, and what type of person would be the one she would want to give those last pieces of herself to.

Thack wasn’t exactly what she’d pictured, but at the same time, he was more. Strong, steady, dedicated. Everything about him awed her. He had her pressed against a car door, and she was deliriously excited with it. How could she not want to jump in feet first?

“But we have two cars and… I’m taking this too literally, aren’t I?”

She couldn’t stifle the laugh, both happy and nervous. “You are. I mean, if you have to get back to Kate, I understand. But you could escort me home. If you have the time. If you want.”

“Dad said he’d call if he and Mrs. Bart needed me, so I could take you home. You know, I…I’m kind of curious about what the inside of that thing you live in looks like.”

“I’ll give you a tour.”

“Thank you for being ten times better at this whole flirting thing than I am.” He brushed a kiss against her mouth.

She smiled up at him. “Luckily, you make up for the bad flirting in the kissing department.”

He gave a short laugh. “Not a bad trade.”

She took a deep breath and mustered all of her courage and all of her determination. She set goals, and she reached them. Thack didn’t have to be any different. “So, follow me home?”

He gave a short nod and held the driver’s side door open for her as she slid in. She started the old clunker, only partially sad when it actually started. It would have been kind of nice if he’d been able to drive her home.

Oh well. “Parked around front?”

“Ah, yes. Meet me there?”

“Yup.”

He hesitated again, then smiled. “I’ll see you soon.” Carefully, he closed her door. In the rearview mirror, she watched him walk away, her heart pounding wildly. She’d invited him to her place. She’d offered a tour, which she hoped was obviously more euphemism than reality.

Well, it didn’t matter. Because tonight…tonight she was going to go after exactly what she wanted.

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Author Guest Post

Top Five Holiday Traditions

I admit it, I’m a Christmas junkie. I used to take boxes of Christmas decorations to my college dorm/apartment every year. I have three trees in my basement and a plethora of tubs of ornaments, books, sparkly things, decorative plates and the like. December is all Christmas music all the time. I love Christmas.

Which was why it was fun to mix the magic of Christmas and the magic of romance in True-Blue Cowboy Christmas. My favorite part of Christmas is family, which is why I brought the whole crazy Shaw clan together for this final book in my Big Sky Cowboys series.

To me, the holidays are all about love, so my favorite holiday traditions are either done with family or because they remind me of family.

Eating! I’m sorry, it’s true, I love eating through the holidays! There are a lot of one-time treats that come out at my house, or in the houses we visit. I love to make Kringla, but it’s a pain, so I only make it at Christmas time. My grandma always has gingerbread cake, which feels especially like Christmas to me, plus the afore-mentioned sugar cookies. My mom or I make Swedish Rye Bread. My tastebuds are always very happy the week of Christmas. And all these eating usually happens with some of my favorite people in the world, which makes it that much more fun.
There are a million other things I love to do around Christmas time as well, but I’ll spare you my never-ending list. True-Blue Cowboy Christmas features a few (Rudolph, tree trimming, etc), and if you’re looking for a heart-warming Christmas read, I hope you’ll check it out.

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About the Author

img_4964NICOLE HELM writes down-to-earth contemporary romance specializing in neighbors who don’t live close enough to be a problem. When she’s not writing, she spends her time day dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in O’Fallon, Missouri.

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Spotlight Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Outlaw Cowboy (Big Sky Cowboys, Book 2) by Nicole Helm

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Outlaw Cowboy (Big Sky Cowboys, Book 2) by Nicole Helm

Publication Date: May 3, 2016

Synopsis

imageBIG SKY TROUBLE

Ever since his father’s accident, Caleb Shaw vowed he’d mend his wild ways, and he means to keep his word. He’s a changed man. A better man. And he knows he should want absolutely nothing to do with his crazy old life…or the maddening temptation that is Delia Rogers.

Because Delia? Is nothing but trouble.

Delia’s been stealing her sisters away from their violent father ever since she was old enough to fight back. But now with the police on her trail and all her bridges burned, there’s nowhere left to run but back into the arms of the one cowboy she knows she shouldn’t need. Caleb has always been too good for her, no matter how bad he claimed to be. Yet when close quarters turn into something more, Delia and Caleb are forced to decide what really matters: mending their reputations or healing their wary hearts…

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Giveaway

5 Copies of REBEL COWBOY by Nicole Helm

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Author Guest Post

Would you rather go to jail or live out of your car for a year?

Definitely live out of my car. I’m not always super great at people telling me what to do, and I’m a really picky eater. I don’t think jail would be for me.

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Excerpt

“I know. I’m not comparing, Delia. I can’t.” He shook his head as his gaze returned to hers.

If she looked closely enough, she could probably see her own reflection, but getting any closer than this already too-close cab of his truck held zero appeal.

“But if you had something that was yours, that made you who you are, that gave you a reason to get up in the morning, wouldn’t you do everything to keep it? Wouldn’t you fight to keep the thing that made you feel like you weren’t a complete waste of space?”

She should look away. She should get out of the truck or demand he drive her to her family home. She should do anything but keep his gaze and let his words wrap around her heart and squeeze.

She didn’t have a thing that made her who she was, or a reason to get up in the morning—at least not once Steph was out. Yet she’d always kept plowing ahead, because no matter how bleak things were, she knew who she was. Strong. Resilient. And she knew, deep in her heart most of the time, that once she did her duty to her sisters, there would be something waiting for her on the other side.

She hadn’t planned on it being jail, but even in her darkest moments she knew even that would be a temporary thing, as long as she could get Steph safe first.

All the crap Caleb was complaining about was easier, but somehow sadder, because he didn’t know how to go on without this beautiful, amazing piece of land that made her feel an aching kind of hope.

Hope. Somehow, it kept her going. It kept people like them going. And all of Caleb’s was tied up in something that could be taken from him.

“I’m not expecting sympathy,” he said, his voice hushed and his eyes on hers.

She felt herself lean forward, as if there was some force pushing her there. Him or the sun disappearing in his eyes.

“I just want you to understand why I did what I did. Helping you isn’t an easy choice for me. It threatens my only chance at this. But I want to do it anyway.”

She couldn’t swallow the lump in her throat, and her eyes burned. It shouldn’t make it better and it shouldn’t make it understandable. It certainly shouldn’t make her forgive him for trying to kick her off Shaw.

But she saw his battle, and that thing inside of him so lost he couldn’t find a center without the beauty that surrounded them, and that seemed more depressing than getting up every morning ready to fight. Thinking the only thing that made you worthwhile could be so easily taken away seemed worse than working to save people you loved. At least, at the end of the day, she knew she’d have her determination.

He cleared his throat. “Christ, Delia. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

He reached out and touched his thumb to an unruly tear trailing down her cheek. She had a handle on the rest, but that one escaped and now he was touching it. Her.

Why were they so close? Why was she letting him be this close? Letting him touch her? She should push him away. Knock that stupid hat off his head while she was at it. She should do everything but lean into that gentle touch. It was a lie, a distraction, anything but something she could believe in or allow.

But somehow their mouths were close, and her heart was beating frantically against her chest, pushing her even closer to him. With his mouth a whisper from hers, her body completely warm for the first time since she’d woken up in the Shaw house this morning, he didn’t press his mouth to hers. He shook his head.

“I can’t do this with you.” But he didn’t back away, and when his eyes searched her face, they didn’t seem to mean that at all.

“But here you are,” she managed to croak out, sounding not at all like the cool, unaffected, kick-ass woman she’d like to be. Here she was, letting him swoop in, letting him touch her and affect her. “I don’t trust you,” she whispered, because she had to put that between them. She had to remind herself.

“Good. I don’t trust myself.”

Why? Why did she feel sorry for him? He had everything, including all the power. But sympathy softened her heart against her will, because the jackass didn’t know himself at all, and that was damn sad.

She’d rather be stupid than sad. She’d rather feel than run away from it. So she did the stupid, feeling thing to do.

She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his.

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About the Author

Nicole Helm writes down-to-earth contemporary romance specializing in people who don’t live close enough to neighbors for them to be a problem. When she’s not writing, she spends her time dreaming about someday owning a barn. She lives with her husband and two young sons in O’Fallon, Missouri.

Visit Nicole’s website for more down-to-earth contemporary romance! https://nicolehelm.wordpress.com/

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