OK, so pinch me again and I just might believe it. I received the news yesterday that I'd received 4 1/2 stars from RT Book Reviews for DYLAN, the second book in my hot western contemporary trilogy for Sourcebooks. DYLAN is the middle Garahan brother's story which releases January 2nd, 2012.
Here's the review from RT:
DYLAN
(ISBN
9781402258077)
by C.H. Admirand
by C.H. Admirand
Genre: Contemporary Romance,
General Contemporary Romance
Sensuality: HOT
Sensuality: HOT
RT Rating : 4.5/ 5 Stars
REVIEW: Admirand does an excellent job of setting the scene with her amazing flair for scenery and description.
Readers will be able to empathize with the female character and
her hesitancy to move forward. The sex scenes are amazing and written
with such great detail that
readers will be left panting.
"Cowboy
Dylan Garahan loves two things: his family and his life on the ranch.
His life is complete until he meets a brunette with green eyes, eyes
that
change color depending on her mood. Ronnie Delvecchio is a city girl
who has made her home in Texas. Still hurting from the betrayal of her
first marriage, she is reluctant to give love another try — even if it
comes in the form of a muscular cowboy who doesn’t
take no for an answer" Reviewed By: B. Nakia Garner
Here are some early reviews for DYLAN:
Detra Fitch from The Huntress gave it 4 Stars and said...
"This tale has a terrific cast of quirky secondary characters. Combine them with
the author's wacky sense of humor and you are in for one crazy ride. This author has found her niche in the Modern
Contemporary Romance genre. Admirand has a sassy writing style that is simply
irresistible!"
Terri from Night Owl Review gave it 4.25 and said...
"I
have to recommend this book as it has a multi-dimensional plot and kept my
interest. I loved the characters and the situations. The story progressed at
the perfect pace and the ending was inspired. I finished this book ready for
the next as I’ve already fallen in love with younger brother, Jesse."
Lototy from Coffee Time Romance gave it 4 cups and said...
"First
Tyler and now Dylan, I do not know how much more a girl can take, but I am
ready to find out. Dylan is your typical middle child, with attitude to
spare, but he has so met his match with Ronnie. Their verbal sparring is
like so much foreplay, and it gets you in the mood to only want more. If
Jesse is anything like his older brothers we are in for another treat, and I
cannot wait to see the woman willing to take him on."
Kimberly of Book Obsessed Chicks Book Club gave it 4 stars (brilliant) and said...
"I really enjoyed reading Dylan. The
Garahan boys totally had me with Tyler and this story only
enhanced my love for the handsome cowboys. Ronnie DelVecchio is completely my
kind of chick! She doesn't let anyone get over on her. She can hot-wire a car,
she can cook and boy does she have sass. I love how C.H. has begun explaining
Jessie's troubles here. That has only make me want Jessie's story
NOW. Dylan is a poignant romance about two modern day people with deep roots to
their perspective heritages."
Here's the blurb from the cover copy:
Sexy rancher Dylan is temporarily covering his brother's shift at the
Lucky Star ladies club when he meets Ronnie DelVecchio, a darkhaired
beauty with snapping green eyes. Sparks and tempers fly and Dylan can't
resist the urge to see what it would be like to kiss her senseless.
Want to read more? Here's an excerpt:
Dylan Garahan narrowed his gaze trying to focus in the glare of the
spotlight, searching the crowd for her face. It was time for the big
move in his act—the show-stopper. Where was she?
Jolene would kill him if he messed this up, but he'd
made it through the last two nights and would make it through tonight.
The redheaded owner of the club should have no complaints about the
middle Garahan brother not keeping his word or holding up his end of the
bargain. Damn the woman and her tests!
Controlling the urge to turn on his heel and walk off
the stage, he dug deep and found the grit to stick it out. Hell, if Tyler could handle this job, so could he. Garahans went down fighting!
Oblivious to the adoring gazes of the women around him,
he moved toward center stage, bent, and picked up the coiled rope. He
looked up as a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead walked into the bar
right on schedule but there was something different about the
brunette. Maybe it was the blindfold. He struggled not to laugh, but he
couldn't keep from smiling, wondering why the cloak-and-dagger bit.
Looping the lasso in his hands, he started the slow
circular motion. Getting the rhythm going until it was smooth and sweet,
he raised it above his head and locked gazes with the blonde. When she
nodded, he let the lasso fly, as the blonde whipped the blindfold off
the brunette.
The woman's stunned expression as the rope slipped
around her upper body didn't stop him from tugging on the rope and
reeling her in. The patrons of the Lucky Star hooted and hollered,
encouraging him to pull faster, but he didn't want the little lady to
trip and fall on her pretty face.
Glad that the focus of the crowd wasn't totally on him,
he gently pulled her toward him. The brunette's gypsy-dark skin, full
red lips, and almond-shaped eyes captivated him. The promise of
pain-filled death in her dark green eyes, as she struggled against the
bonds that held her, had his lips twitching, fighting not to smile.
She dug in her heels, but he used his strength to subdue
her. Undeterred, he yanked on the rope. When her eyes widened in shock,
he used her surprise to his advantage and reeled her in the last few
feet. When they were a few inches apart, he tipped his hat, smiled, and
rumbled, "Happy birthday, darlin'."
Her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flared; Dylan
recognized the signs of a fractious filly about to raise a ruckus. Not a
problem, he was ready. Wrapping his free hand around her, he hauled her
in close, pinning her to him before she could let loose and kick him.
The crowd roared its approval.
"Let me go," she demanded, her sweet breath tickling the hollow of his throat.
Enjoying himself for the first time since he'd hit the
stage, he chuckled and bent his head closer to her full red lips. "Why?"
His gaze locked with hers. "So you can have more room to do more
damage?"
"I don't like being manhandled."
Her vehement protest didn't deter him; he had a job to
do and an act to finish. "Well now, darlin'," he drawled, "that's not
what your friends said."
Her eyes sparkled with temper, and her willowy body
trembled with anger. Dylan's body stood up and said hell yeah! It'd been
a long time since he'd had a woman tempt him. The sultry brunette in
his arms looked like she wanted to tear a few strips off of his hide…
right before she killed him.
Damn, but that turned him on.
Perverse. That's what his grandpa would say. He grinned and
would swear he heard her grinding her teeth in frustration.
"Let me go." She struggled against him, but he'd trapped
her slender curves against him so not a breath of air was between them.
"I'm not one of those desperately lonely women, or buckle bunnies
coming in here looking for some eye candy."
Lord, he really loved the husky sound of her voice. Even
angry, it sounded sexy. He fought against the instant attraction he'd
felt and shrugged. "I'm not the one whose friends blindfolded me."
She closed her eyes and stopped struggling. Dylan could feel the anger leaving her by degrees.
"They're just trying to help."
"With a face like an angel and a body made for lovin', why would you need any?"
Tears gathered in her eyes. "None of your business."
Well, hell. His one weakness cut him off at the knees. A woman's tears. "I'm about to make it my business."
The music ended and house lights went on, his cue to
release his captive and take a bow. Cursing his job and his redheaded
boss, he brushed her tears away. Moved by the split second of
vulnerability, before she covered it with the toss of her long, dark,
wavy mane, he hungered for a long, slow tasting kiss.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to reassure her that whoever
had put the sadness in her eyes wasn't worth her time, and that he
would be, or if he had been too long without a woman and was letting
certain parts of his anatomy take his mind hostage.
Dylan slid his hands around to the small of her back and
watched her eyes turn an even deeper green, the color of the tumbled
sea glass he'd found as a kid, on a beach down on the Gulf Coast. When
the go-to-hell expression on her face morphed into shocked surprise, he
dipped his head low so their mouths were lined up.
He could feel her heart begin to pound, but from the
dazed expression in her eyes it wasn't from fear; it was something
darker and a hell of a lot more fun. He brushed his lips across hers and
felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. She tasted like sin, and he
was ready to burn.
Need tied his guts into knots, but he'd be damned if
he'd be letting go of this little filly before he'd taken his fill. He
gentled her with soft, tentative kisses until she relaxed in his arms.
When she moaned low in her throat, the knots inside him pulled tighter a
heartbeat before she melted in his arms.
"Darlin', you're killing me."
Her eyes met his, and he knew she was going to kiss him
back. He didn't ask; he simply plundered.
Surrounded by the dark,
sensuous taste of her, he couldn't get enough. Splaying his hands to the
small of her back, he molded her to him, drinking from her lips like a
dying man, three days without water.
Hungry for more, he slid the tip of his tongue along the
seam of her lips, coaxing her to let him fully taste her dark, sweet
flavor. When she parted her lips, he devoured her. Two years of
frustrated need, anger, and desire swirled inside of him and struggled
to let loose.
"Happy birthday, Ronnie!"
He snapped to attention and loosened his hold, though it
nearly tore him apart. He was not done. He wanted more, ached for more,
needed more from this woman.
If you missed TYLER, the first book in the series, you can read an excerpt on my website http://www.chadmirand.com
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Slainte'
C.H. Admirand
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