Meet TWRP Author-Sylvie Kaye

Welcome to Sweethearts of the West, Sylvie!

Sylvie's Honky Tonk Man in the new series for The Wild Rose Press was the first published.
She was born and raised in Northeastern Pennsylvania in the shadows of the Pocono Mountains and in its honeymoon havens, Sylvie Kaye breathes the air of romance daily. After getting one short story published in 1994, she went from hooked on ready romances to hooked on writing them.
Her years of work experience in Manufacturing, as well as varied jobs in offices, retail, and a bank...to name a few...lent itself to writing contemporary romances. Road trips to exciting location in the beautiful country inspired the settings for her stories.
She's a member of Romance Writers of America, the New Jersey Romance Writers, the Pocono Lehigh Romance writers, EPIC for electronically published authors, and PASIC, a publisher author special interest chapter.

When a down-on-his-luck honky tonk musician mistakes a rich rancher's daughter for a waitress, sparks fly until he realizes he’s broken one of his main rules....

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He has rules for a reason.
Pool shooting, guitar playing, honky tonk singer, Jace Monroe, has a knack for hooking up with the wrong kind of women, rich ones who don't take him or his music seriously. So when he meets a down-to-earth, honey-haired waitress at the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, he thinks his luck has finally changed.
Rules have never been her strong suit.
The last place Sunny Brooks wants to be is on her daddy's thriving ranch, but her mother needs her. To escape the constant concern for her mother's health and stay out of her father's overbearing presence, she spends most nights out at the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk and eventually in the arms of Jace.
But when misconceptions come to light, the sweet music they make together might be silenced forever unless she can show her honky tonk man that some rules are meant to be broken.
Excerpt:
“Mind if I cut in?”
The familiar voice made her insides quiver.
With a nod from her, Tommy Lee stepped aside and Jace took her in his arms. Sigh.
She stared at his throat and Adam’s apple and inhaled his unique scent of soap and man. Until his large hand cradled the back of her head and pulled her closer.
Her face rested in the crook of his neck, her temple against his jaw. After a minute, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the intimacy of his hold. She felt the rise and fall of his chest, the heat from his body. The hand clasping hers was firm and warm. The same hand that strummed the guitar and made such beautiful music. Could he do that to her body? Strum it, make her hum?
His thighs felt muscled and the bulge between them hard. She smiled, liking that he wanted her. But to what end? Was he looking for a booty call or a relationship? Did she even know which one she wanted? It had been awhile since she’d been with a man, which might explain her shameless fascination with him.
Sunny wished he’d say something. Maybe then she’d stop analyzing and wondering. She tried not to think and concentrated on the music and moving to its rhythm. Which didn’t help at all. His hips moving in time with hers only made her hotter.

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