Helen Hardt blogs for the PFS, her latest release on June 5th!

Just a couple of hunks to start off with.






















Helen's wonderful new book jacket for Lawmen and Outlaws!













Where do you get those handsome hunks for Hump-Day Hunk that we all love so well?

Many places ;). There's a website called www.mostbeautifulman.com that is a feast of gorgeous hunks! I've also found them on other websites and blogs. Kealie over at The Menagerie (www.menagerieauthors.com) finds some great ones, and I've been know to "appropriate" one from time to time.

Just to show how good you are Helen at finding these, let's give your readers a couple of examples.


What's your favorite genre to read?

Romance, of course! In any heat level, and almost any genre. I don't usually read romantic suspense or inspirational. Not my thing. But I enjoy all other genres of romance, as well as general fiction and thrillers. I also read non-fiction from time to time.

Well you certainly know your craft. You have a wonderful muse.
How do you find time to write with the busy life you have?

I recently started a ritual of writing 1K first thing in the morning, before I'm allowed to check email or anything else. It has worked well, and plan to continue.

Well how about a personal question.
How did you meet your DH?

In law school. Boring story, huh? But we had a great chemistry even before we fell in love and were known to make out in the hallway between classes. We reverted to high school a little, LOL.

Have you always been an avid reader?

Yes, definitely.

Who are your favorite authors and why?

Wow, I have so many! Here are a few top picks:

Lisa Kleypas -- Her books are always packed with emotion.

Eloisa James -- She depicts the regency time period in an historically accurate and humorous way

Joan Johnston -- She writes some of the sexiest cowboys out there ;).

So how was school for you/
Were you a geek or popular girl?

Oh Mary, I was a total geek! I played clarinet and alto horn in the band, and my band memories are my favorite memories from high school. I was known as a brain, and though I did date quite a bit my junior and senior year of high school, I was never accepted into the popular crowd.

How was your high school prom?

Don't know -- I didn't go ;).

I didn't go to my high school prom either.
What's the best thing that ever happened to you?

I'm such a sap -- meeting my husband. Everything good in my life stems from that point.

A good relationship with your husband means so much to many of us.
What's the hardest thing you have ever done?

Five years ago, my older son, who was born with a congenital leg deformity called fibular hypoplasia, went through a hellish surgery and eight month process to lengthen his right leg. Basically, the doctor broke his leg, then put on an apparatus called a Taylor Spatial Frame. Each day, we adjusted the frame to pull the bone pieces apart one millimeter. Bone eventually calcified in the empty space, thereby lengthening his calf. It was a long, arduous, and painful process. My son is truly one of the strongest people I know. As a mother, watching him go through it was heart-wrenching.

Your poor son. To me there can't be anything worse than to have to watch your flesh and blood suffer in any way. Like all good parents your support got your son through all the bad times. We all hope that your family is healthy and happy, now and forever.

Blurb for The Outlaw's Angel, available in Lawmen and Outlaws, a Wild Rose Press Bouquet:

The last thing bounty hunter Bobby Morgan expects after a stay in a small Dakota town is to wake up in a dirty jail cell accused of a crime he didn't commit. When a preacher's beautiful daughter provides a means for escape, he takes it. On the run with his feisty hostage, Bobby swears to her he means her no harm.
Naomi Blackburn wants nothing more than to go home to her ma and pa. But her handsome outlaw captor ignites a passion in her that's both frightening and exciting. Can two decidedly different souls come together? Or will misfortunes and Bobby's own doubts keep them apart?

Excerpt;

Naomi woke to the sun rising against a pinkened sky. She stretched, and discovered new twinges in her already aching body. Where was Bobby? She smiled when she discovered he’d rolled up his shirt and placed it under her head.

But if his shirt was here...

She warmed. He’d haunted her dreams through the night. She’d awoken several times, drenched in sweat, images of their bodies entwined plaguing her, to find him still sleeping soundly. He was older than she, and more experienced. To him, she was no doubt just another woman of many. Clearly, he’d had no problem sleeping.

She sat up and brought his shirt to her nose, inhaling his now familiar aroma. Would she ever be able to get enough of it?

“Stop,” she said aloud, and tossed the shirt to the ground. She was behaving like a loose woman. She’d been raised better.

Naomi stood and brushed the now dried dirt from her dress.

And beheld a dazzling sight.

Bobby stood in the creek, his back to her, cleansing himself in the cool water. He was too far away for her to see much, and though she knew it a bad idea, her feet, seemingly disengaged from her brain, propelled her forward.

When she’d walked a few hundred feet, she plopped on her fanny and appraised his male beauty with wide eyes. His hair was wet and clung to his thick neck. His golden back rippled with muscles, from the breadth of his strong shoulders to the leanness of his narrow hips. The smooth slopes of his buttocks shone with wetness. Two perfect globes. Her heart quickened, and she lowered her eyes, only to raise them again, unable to look away. His legs were long and powerful, covered with fine brown hair, and when he squatted to rinse his face, the sinewy lines in his calves bulged.

As she considered averting her eyes, he stood tall and turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

Brown hair, the same color as his head, scattered across his golden chest. Two copper nipples poked through, and she had the strangest urge to touch them. She gazed downward, to his flat belly, his navel, and the line of hair that ended where the male part of him hung loosely within a nest of chestnut curls.

It drew her eyes like a magnet.