About the Author:
Raised in a fifth-generation, Montana ranch family in the isolated Missouri Breaks below the Carter Ferry, Kyle Morrow uses the idiomatic language of rural Montana to create her fast-paced romances. After getting her MA in Creative Writing from Aberystwyth University in Wales a few years ago, she wrote Belt Buckle Bunny under the pseudonym C. Pussy Buck.
In some of her soon to be published books, the author also creates fictitious Native American characters using her teaching experience— she taught Inupiat, Siberian Yupik, & Yup’ik Eskimo Students in Alaska, and students of Assiniboine and Gros Ventre descent on the Fort Belknap Reservation.
Like she says, ‘Growing up, I would ride my horse, daydream, get lost in books and began writing. Writing has remained my passion, my goal to be the Montana author people want to read— give them a fantastic escape into to our western way of life, how we talk, interact, what we do for fun, and what we find funny. I write books to tell our story.’
Belt Buckle Bunny by C. Pussy Buck
A Shiv Sheehan Montana Romance— Irish angst to cure her cowgirl lonesome drives the story
Copyright 2016 by Kyle Morrow
Available in paperback and E-book on Amazon.
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Shiv Sheehan writes rodeo erotica under the pseudonym C. Pussy Buck. As writer of fiction, she could imagine a love triangle and the chaotic mayhem after finding a dead body. But herself being caught up in the convoluted haps after the Haywire rodeo ended, that she could not imagine.
Nor could Shiv see herself crawling. Four on the floor, crawling toward a bullrider named Ram. A sitting god with the compelling pull and sexual arts to finger her limp.
How she did the cowgirl crawl— she wore her white cowboy hat. Her intention? to be the good girl.
She also wore her shortest Levi cut-offs, a halter-top cut indecently, and roper boots to chase the cowboy down, throw him to the ground, cure her lonesome. She found the shithead reading her bestseller Bullriders EAT Belt-Buckle Bunnies.
Placing both hands her hips, the mad cowgirl said, ‘Hey, Shithead!’
Black Iron Brandy
A Cat McKinna Montana Romance: Had tall, dark and handsome branded his love tough enough?
Fuckface spun a three-sixty, reining-horse spin, so fast and furious, I followed Alice through the looking glass and fell shattered— the black hole a never-ending spiral until rock-bottom slammed me into a zillion shards, and I fell into a place impossible to put the cutting back or glue the hurt together.
Available in paperback and E-book on Amazon.
***read the 1st few chapters free***
Two Crow Omen- soon to be published this spring, 2018
A Bryn Sheridan Montana Romance: A novel without a plot, the way most of us live our lives, Bryn wanders from one lover to another, and wonders if her latest new lover is for real or just her past repeating itself.
A red Corvette with a ‘STUD 4 U’ plate pulled up. A pretty boy got of the car, swaggered up the walk with a use-to-getting-his-way grin.
Glassy-eyed drunk, he said, ‘Howdy ma’am. I’d like to see Prita.’
He stood about five-seven. Bryn saw the two-inch heels on his boots. Ah, hah. A clue to the red cock-car— a short man’s penis extension. John Boy’s curled forelock dropped between his piercing blue eyes, now narrowed with pending confrontation. He puffed himself like a bantam rooster and I imagined his forelock standing straight up like a cock’s comb, red and ready to scratch a challenge.
I said, ‘Not today.’
‘Because she doesn’t want to talk to you.’
‘I’d like to hear her say that… ma‘am.’
‘She’s carrying my son. Now go tell my Indian Princess I’m here.’
‘Listen John Boy. Just what part of no don’t you understand?’
‘And just who do you think you’re talkin’ to… ma’am? Now ya‘all go and tell the little cunt…,’ he spat the words, paused and stepped forward to push me. ‘Now get outta my way bitch.’ Saw the gun.
I said, ‘Hold up, John Boy.’
‘You’re not gonna shoot me.’
He took another step and I fired into the flank of his red Corvette.
Coming next year: Barbwire Haywire
A Shiv Sheehan Montana Romance, Book 2
The Shiv Sheehan Montana Romance continues with a sequel to Belt Buckle Bunny. Our heroine’s life takes a dramatic turn when her never before talked about husband, Johnny Jenkins shows up.
Like Shiv says:
She first believed a prince had kissed her when she met Johnny Jenkins, until she fell into his poisonous underworld seductions, his insidious toxins seeping beneath her milky white skin. Shiv becomes Johnny’s scapegoat, made to pay a heavy penance until she realizes the aptness in his detestable nickname ‘Toad’. Fool her once, yes. Fool her twice, not this cowgirl.
So when Johnny Toad Jenkins unexpectedly shows up in Haywire, she calls on Rattlesnake, her power totem, for help as her relationship with the bullrider Brian Ramsey implodes. At the unexpected turn of events, Skinny Bowen and Keith Loney, Shiv’s two rocking-chair critiquers, take opposite sides, and the town becomes too small to contain the emotional repercussions.