Sherri Thomas – Holding On

Congratulations on your book! Why don’t you tell us a little about it.  

Thank you so much for having me on your blog again. HOLDING ON was originally written before Mad About Maddie but somehow in the mists of my writing the characters switched the story sequence around on me. Hopefully the readers agree.  


Brandi McNeal has gotten herself into a speck of a mess. Not only did she keep the birth of her baby a secret, but she also gave permission to hold a benefit rodeo at The Double M Ranch. A ranch she doesn‘t own. Upon her arrival home she‘s taken back by the knowledge that the one man who stole her heart, and unknowingly fathered her daughter, still sets her body on fire with a mere touch She‘s even more shaken to learn that he is also part-owner of The Double M Ranch. She needs his consent. She needs his touch. And in between his caresses, she needs to find a way to tell him about the baby she‘s kept a secret.

Dex Walczok has all he wants out of life. Or so he thinks, until Brandi enters his life again. He quickly finds himself struggling with the lies she‘s spinning and his own desires for her. He can‘t stop touching her and is unable to ease the flames of passion that burn hot whenever she is near. His world is turned upside down when Brandi devastates him with the news that she’s had a baby. His baby…

 What draws you to write your genre and sub genre?

I have always loved the country life, the animals, the atmosphere, and the cowboys.  

Where can your readers reach you?

You can find me at!/sherlynromance

 Are you working on another book?

I am currently between stories. I have four somewhat plotted out – just waiting to see what one yells at me the most!


Do you have an excerpt you’d like to share?  


“What gives you the right to make the decisions?” She pushed her hair out of her face. “Are you listening to me?” She clutched his forearm. “You are the most chauvinistic man I know.” She yanked on his arm.

 “And you’re the most stubborn, hardheaded woman I know.” Dex’s muscle burned with the imprint of her skin. He searched her face for a reaction. His eyes reached her mouth. Her tongue slipped between her lips.

 His lips met hers in a punishing, savage kiss. His arms went around her. She tasted sweet. Her body molded to his. Within seconds, desire flared hot. He changed tactics to slow and seductive. He persuaded her lips apart with his and slipped into her wet crevice while his fingers threaded in her hair. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip. His tongue soothed her swollen flesh. She moaned. He plunged inside, once again leaning her back in his arm. 

Too much time had passed since he last touched her.

 He ran his hand down her thigh, pulling it up until her center rested on his leg. Her fingers skimmed down his back to his buttocks.

 He worked his way across her jaw to her ear and continued his journey down to the dip by her collarbone. He pulled her shirt from the waistband of her jeans with one hand as he used the other to stroke the soft skin on her face.

 He wanted inside her. Widening his stance, he bent his knees to gain further contact. He held her close. His tongue dipped between the valley of her breasts.

 This is what he missed, the surge of adrenaline overtaking his body when he touched her.

 He groaned and assaulted her mouth for a second time. He pressed his full arousal against her.

 Brandi gasped.

 Dex kissed her eyes, neck, and mouth. He tilted her backward in his arms when he wanted to lay her down in the grassy field and rip every shred of material from their bodies, ridding the barriers between them.

 Her hands pushed at his chest. He let go. She tore her mouth from his and pressed the back of her hand to her lips.

 “This is wrong. Too much has happened.”

 “What‘s happened? Tell me, damn it.”

 She remained silent. “One of these days, you‘re going to have to stop running.”

 “Yep, sure.” Her head moved negatively. “I have things to do at the house.” She crossed to her horse.

 Needing space of his own, Dex dropped the subject. “What about the fence?”

 “You‘re the one who was hell-bent on fixing it, so go for it, cowboy. By the looks of it, you could use the time alone.” Her eyes fell to the strain on his zipper.

 Are your characters a reflection on you or anyone you know?


What do you do to get in the mood to write?

Turn on my lap top and country music. 

What is your favorite thing about writing?

The “what if.” 

Do you set timelines when your writing or write when the feeling hits you?

I start off with a timeline, then it turns into when the feeling or thoughts are right.  

Do you characters talk to you?

Yes, mostly in the early morning hours when I’m trying to catch those last few minutes of sleep. 

Who controls the storyline, you or your characters?

Mostly my characters. Every now and again they need a little push though.