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Thursday, April 2, 2020

To Be His by CR Moss!

Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to share with you and your readers my latest release. First is some information about the series and the book…



About the Series
Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.
Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.
Your gateway to all things possible…


About the Book



To Be His by C.R. Moss

I’m Professor Arianna Perez, and I’ve been asked if I’ll ever trust, let alone love, another man again. After dumping an abusive boyfriend, I doubted I would. At least, that’s how I felt until fate had sexy wrangler, Gavin Bishop, reappearing in my life in a way I never expected.

Against my better judgement, I fell hard for the cowboy, believing everything he said, including how he wanted to treat me like a queen and keep me safe. Little did I know, though, that the circumstances that brought us together could also tear us apart…
And possibly claim my life.

Now a peek into the story…



Excerpt for To Be His by C.R. Moss

As Gavin made sure they were secured behind the gates with plenty of water and some hay and feed, I strolled down the center walkway. Two horses had been left behind from the morning’s rides, but they didn’t seem too upset. I cooed at them as I passed by. When I arrived at the end, I peeked down the left row and the right one, taking in all the tack and saddles hanging on the wall and lining the workbenches on either side of a few doorways.
“Ari? You okay?”
“Yes, just being nosy,” I replied and turned to head back over to Gavin, who happened to be leaning up against one of the empty stalls next to the horse, Ebony, I’d ridden. He’d hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and had one booted foot up against the door. The tilt of his head and hat cast shadows, nicely shading the angles and planes of his face. Dust from the trail coated his boots and some of his clothes.
Perfectly rugged and sexy.
The artist in me wished I’d brought sketching materials along so I could capture the moment. Or better yet have kept my phone on me. I could have snapped a picture and then painted him later in the privacy of my own space where I could let my fantasies flow free.
A slight movement on his part revealed his eyes. The intense, direct stare of his gaze made me question my decision to roam the building. Unsure of the nearby exits, I glanced away from him and closed my eyes.
I had to fight the panic sprouting within me. Ever since childhood, when my friends and I almost couldn’t escape a theater during an emergency, not knowing escape routes tended to give me anxiety. Chad hadn’t helped either. When his treatment grew rougher, I always tried to make sure I had a way to leave. Not knowing if a doorway leading to the outside was behind me or not made me antsy.
Gavin’s not that lying cheater Chad. Gavin wouldn’t hurt me.
But did I really know that for sure?
Slowly, I turned my head and opened my eyes. An empty stall containing what looked to be fresh hay sitting in a pile in the back corner caught my attention. The ground appeared to have been cleaned.
Fighting the urge to run, I looked back at him.
His gaze had grown passionate, and his lips had curled into a rakish smile.
My heart fluttered. My knees went weak. The atmosphere seemed electrified.
Any hints of anxiety were swept away due to the sensual magnetism pulsating between us, and all my thoughts fled. Save for one.
What would it be like to have a roll in the hay?



Buy To Be His by C.R. Moss here…

About the author…
Author Bio
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…
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Monday, February 10, 2020

Guest Author ~ CR Moss and To Be Yours!



Today is my release day for To Be Yours!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the
mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers a choice of sweet, savory or spicy reads, usually within a sub-genre or two — paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, time travel, or western flare. She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing as Casey Moss, she delves into the darker aspects of life in her work, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the lighthearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…


A look into...

~ About the Series ~
* Nestled within the hills of central Texas is a special ranch. A place that defies the laws of physics—that of time, space, and dimensions. It’s a place where normal morphs with the paranormal and supernatural. A place that seems to know what a person’s true desires and needs are, and then allows the right circumstances to occur to fulfill those wishes.
* Welcome to the Gateway Ranch.
* Your gateway to all things possible…


~ About the Book ~
* Katrina Foster has survived a life no one dreams about and most don’t want to know about. Escaping to a ranch in Texas she used to visit during the summers of her childhood and rekindling an old relationship with Dakota Remington, she hopes to leave the nightmare of her past behind her. At first, all seems well, but when strange things begin to happen, she wonders if history’s about to repeat itself.
* Dakota Remington has devoted his life to working at Gateway Ranch. He’s excited when Kat, his former sweetheart, returns and looks forward to reuniting with her. He finds she’s changed, though, and he’s not sure if it’s for the better. But he’s up for the challenge of the puzzle that is Kat.


~ Excerpt ~
* The hard composite of her firearm shifted against her lower back.
* Well, if push comes to shove, I can protect myself. I’ll shoot the bastard if he shows up and tries anything.
* Eventually, her nerves calmed enough so she could move without feeling ill.
* She rose and stripped out of her clothes, put her weapon on the counter, then stepped into the shower. The hard and hot spray beat on her, helping her to feel something other than worry about potential rumors or her ex finding her. Kat bowed her head, placed her hands above the faucets. The water sluiced down her hair, cascaded in wide streams over her back. More time passed. Relaxed and clear headed, she finished her shower and was about to open the door when a thud and click sounded on the other side.
* Gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she snatched her weapon, opened the door, and cautiously looked out into the room.
* Dakota lounged on the bed, one leg bent, his hat propped on that leg’s knee. His hair stuck up in clumpy spikes. He ran a dirty hand through his dark brown locks.
* Kat released a pent-up breath, lowered her weapon, and placed the Glock on a counter next to the bathroom door. “How’d you get in here?”
* Tired eyes gazed at her. “I’m manager on duty while the Taggerts are away, ’member? Got a bunch of master keys.” Dak held up the ring of them. “You okay? When you didn’t come back, I got worried.”
* “I’m fine. I think the humidity got to me. Along with the dirt.”
* “Sure. The humidity. You tell me that you’re afraid a man is going to come after you, or rather us. We hear about the vehicle. You turn white as one of our ghosts and run off. Who was in the car, Kat?”
* “Hell if I know. I’ve been with you all day. I didn’t see the fancy black car or who was in it.”
* “You don’t have a clue as to who was in the car? I’m not buying it.”
* “Buy it or don’t.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I really don’t know. It could have been Nero. It could have been his goons. It could have been a neighbor of yours or one of the party guests Kent mentioned. I. Wasn’t. There. I. Didn’t. See.”
* Dakota flung himself off the bed and slammed the hat on his head. “Get dressed. You’ll come with me while I get cleaned up then we’ll go hang out in the rec hall.”
* “You know what, Dak? I appreciate the Boy Scout approach, and how you’re trying to get a merit badge for babysitting, but all I want is to lie down and take a nap.”
* “Kat, please. I’m hot, dirty, and tired. I don’t want to argue.” He strode to the door. “Get dressed so we can get going.” His gaze flashed darkly, roamed over her with an appraising glance. A slow grin tipped up the corner of his lips.


Thank you for joining me here today and celebrating the release of my story, To Be Yours! Be sure to buy a copy now. ;) I'd super appreciate it. :)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Author Interview with C.R. Moss


This week's interview is my pal, C.R. Moss. She's talkiing about her newest book and lots of other fun things. Read on!

Welcome, C.R. What was your favorite scene to write in Wild West Weekend?

~ The scene on the rock at the pond when she has him strip and blindfolds him and then they have some naked time together out in nature.

That sounds inspiring. What was the inspiration behind Wild West Weekend?
~ A vacation at a working ranch & my muse started asking, “What if?”

What is the most interesting thing you’ve done in the name of research?
~ I took a cruise, went horseback riding in the jungles of Mexico and checked out Mayan ruins. At the time I wasn’t really researching, but then when I started writing a couple of stories I realized the trip would fit into them. It was the same with a stay on a working ranch.

I grew up on a farm and it factored into my stories, too. What do you consider as the most frustrating side of becoming a published author and what has been the most rewarding?
~ Most frustrating galleys and waiting for the book to come out. Most rewarding: having readers love my work.

What accent inspires you to do naughty things?
~ Love British and Australian accents… mmm…

Gerard Butler can read me the phone book... So can Ewan McGregor... Back to the questions while I get a fan. Name something readers would be surprised to learn about you?
~ I used to be a dancer…jazz, ballet, tap.

Cool! If you could ask the readers one question what would it be?
~ What one genre is your all-time favorite?

What’s your writing process like?
~ I do what I call an information dump. Get whatever is in my mind about the story out on paper as fast as I can. Some might say it’s outlining, plotting or a first draft. Call it what you will. ;) Then I’ll flesh out the story from the information dump. Once it’s fleshed out and I’ve gone through it, the story goes to my critique partners for their read through. Any suggestions they make I decide whether or not to implement, and I go through the story once more. After all that, I format the doc as per the publisher’s requirements, create the query and synopsis & send off the submission package.

Sounds way more planned out than my jotting in the notebook and writing furiously. I send to CPs but you sound way more planned. What can readers expect next from you?~ I have a short story, Chasing Miss Kringle, coming out in Evernight Publishing’s 2011 holiday anthology.

What is the best thing about being a writer? The worst?
~ Best: Working for myself & readers loving the stories. Worst: Rejections & negative reviews

My next question I should've asked was how to deal with those negative reviews. Those are a pain, absolutely. So, what is your method of breaking through writer’s block?~ Take a bath, light some incense, listen to some music. I’ve even taken naps and woken up with the answers to the issues I was facing in some stories.

Me, too! Plotting in the shower or on the riding lawn mower. What fuels you as an author to continue to write?
~ The voices in my head… The fact that this is what I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember, and if I’m not writing, I’m not happy.

Can you tell us a bit about what book(s) you have coming out next and what you’re working on now?
~ My next release is a short story, Chasing Miss Kringle, coming out in Evernight Publishing’s 2011 holiday anthology. My writing partner and I are working on the second Wild West book, and I’m working on a four book contemporary erotic romance series.

When you get a chance to read, what books do you love to read?
~ I have a very eclectic taste when it comes to books. I’ve read stuff from sci-fi, to horror, to suspense, romance, literary classics… It all depends upon my mood. Recently I’ve been going back and forth between a few stories – erotic romance, military romantic suspense, and dark fantasy romance.

Now for the rapid fire questions. What bores you as a reader?
~ Fluff. The stuff that doesn’t really pertain to the story.

What is your favorite feature on a person?

~ Eyes and teeth.

What is your favorite time of day?

~ Nighttime

What music gets you dancing?
~ Don’t know about dancing. Used to dance…not so much anymore. ;) What can get me moving though is music with a good beat, whether it’s country, pop, alternative, etc.

Aliens have landed on the planet. What are the three things you would tell them that are great about this planet?
~ The food, the Arts, the Wonders of the World

You have been locked in a mall and told you can get anything you want and when they open in the morning you won’t have to pay a single cent. What stores would you hit? Better question how would you haul away all your loot?
~ I’d hit up one of the department stores or sporting goods stores and find some canvas and poles and rig up a litter to carry the stuff. Maybe attach a couple of skateboards to it so it moves with ease and I don’t get tired pulling it. Then I’d go to the clothing stores and shoe stores and get new outfits and all the flip flops and sandals I can find. Next I’d stop in at the jewelry stores and get some bling and all the watches I can find. I’d like it if an optometrist was around so I could get several pairs of glasses too. If there was time, I’d go to the novelty stores for bed, kitchen, body and tech stuff.

You cover all the bases. :-) If you could share one major writing tip, to help other writers in their quest for publication, what would it be?
~ Be prepared. Learn the basics of the craft – the how-to stuff – and brush up on how to market yourself.

If you could write in any other genre what would it be, and why?
~ I’ve thought about inspirational…maybe YA… Why not?

Never know until you try. Where can we find out more about you and your work?
~ Find C.R. at:
Website: www.crmoss.net
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/crmoss
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/crmoss
Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/

And finally, have you got a sneak peek excerpt from your current work in progress you can share with my readers and me? The hotter the better!

Wild West Weekend ~ Double D Ranch Tales, 1

Two people scared to love again. Two others hesitant about commitment. A weekend in Nevada will change all that.

Bristol Ashcombe is swearing off men and taking a vacation with her friend, Cassie. Damon Dougan is packed and ready to leave the ranch for a trip, that is, until a long-legged, sexy woman steps out of a vehicle and he decides to stay. Will one sex-filled weekend be enough for either of them?

Cassie Harding travels to the Double D ranch to meet Bristol and looks forward to seeing her old friend, Dakota. Dak’s excited when Cassie, his former sweetheart, returns. Cassie and Dakota, though they’re heating up ‘the sheets’ in and out of the bedroom, have fears about commitment after years of being single. Will they find it’s better to dance together than apart?

Be Warned: light bdsm, sex toys.

Excerpt:

Bristol & Damon ~
Bristol reached for his hand, tucked it comfortably between hers. “I want to go back to the love shack and fuck. I mean sex. No, what I mean is have lots of sex. With you and me.” She really needed to stop drinking as well as speaking. Soon.
A sly grin slid across his face. His eyes sparkled with lust. “With you I like make love. It sounds better for you and me.” He leaned in close to her, his breath warmed her cheek. “Tell me again how you would like to take me back to the cave and have sex with me.”
Was it the booze that had her inhibitions running wild and free, had her saying things she couldn’t have ever imagined coming from her mouth? Plain and simple, she wanted the fuck part, not just the making love that consisted of gentle and boring. “I want you to fuck me, Damon. You’ve been kind and gentle, but I want more with you, I want so much more. I want the animal in you to release the animal that I know is somewhere inside me waiting for the right man to set it free. And it’s not the booze talking it’s me, the real me.”
His lips touched her hand. “The booze may have pushed you a bit, but I do believe the vixen in you is ready to shine. I’m going to set that animal inside you free, darlin’. I promise.”
During the drive, then short walk back to the cave, Damon held Bristol’s hand. They’d made it back in forty-five minutes with their scattered stops to kiss, grope each other, and Damon removing most of her clothes.
They came to a halt at the ladder.
“Stop.” Damon put his hands on her hips, and caged her between him and the ladder. His lips covered hers as his hands slid the last article of clothing she wore, her underwear, down her legs. Once the panties hit the ground, she stepped out of them, and he lifted her to sit on the third step of the ladder, spreading her legs with his knee.
A primal passion filled Bristol to the point she felt like she was drowning. She put her arms around his neck and placed her lips against his.
His finger found its way into her pussy. Slowly, he slid the finger in and out. The cicadas took up their nightly song as the desert night breeze brought her nipples to attention. He inserted a second finger inside her and moved his lips to her neck, sucking the area below her earlobe.
A nice hickey would probably await her in the morning. Hopefully several. “Take me, Damon,” she ordered in a husky voice, unbuttoning his shirt. “Take me out here in nature.”

Cassie & Dakota ~
He shifted, moved out of the tub and knelt next to it. Holding up a washcloth, he instructed her to sit back.
She reclined again, closed her eyes. Slow and steady, the material caressed her shoulders, her neck, skimmed down to her chest. With gentle movements, he washed her body, always making sure, much to her chagrin, only cloth touched her skin. The fabric, under his strong competent hand, danced along her chest, down and around her legs, graced her crotch. Her nipples hardened with desire, peaked in the water. She arched her back.
A low, seductive chuckle rolled from him. “Impatient, my dear?”
Through half-open eyelids, she gazed at him. She wanted him with an intensity that shocked her. The desire wasn’t just for the sex either. It was for the connection that would occur, the joining of their emotions, the merging of their souls while they loved and created a beautiful bond between them. “Why, yes, I am.” Cassie reached out and ran the palm of her hand down the mid-line of his chest.
Dak grasped her hand, kissed the backs of her fingers. “What about your hair?”
“Already washed today.” She slid her gaze down to his sexy lips. A tiny sigh escaped her. Before she could take her next breath, he clasped the back of her head, claimed her lips with his own.
His free hand slipped into the water and fondled her breast as his lips moved sensuously upon hers. She reached up, took his head in her hands and threaded her fingers in his silky hair. Their tongues warred and sparred in ardent foreplay. She wished the tub wasn’t between them.
She pulled away, observed his darkened and hooded gaze fill with desire. As they stared into each other’s eyes, he massaged the back of her head while the other hand moved to the junction between her thighs. He stroked and tweaked her clit, slid a finger within her slit. Her mind whirred with passion. She moaned and writhed as he brought her to the edge of ecstasy and over the cliff. Her body tensed, vibrated with release.
Her breath caught in her throat. No man had ever done what he had. None had ever watched her with such rapture, looked at her with such devotion, while she came. He cupped her face, pecked her forehead with a kiss.
“God, Catherine, you’re beautiful. I want to make love to you, cherish you, treat you like a goddess. I want this experience to be different than what you’re used to, no domination or submission or kinky role playing. Just two people loving each other. Can you handle that?”

Buy a copy of Wild West Weekend here: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Wild-West-Weekend-by-C.R.-Moss-and-R.M.-Sotera.html