New Release – Deadly Debt

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Felicity Brown craves singing the blues, and wants to ditch the showgirl image forced on her as a child.

After being discovered by a talent agent, she suddenly finds herself in danger, but has no idea why.

Derek St James has been searching for a star, and knows he has finally found her. He spends many months nurturing Felicity, and falls head over heels in love with her.

He didn’t sign up for the danger that surrounds her, but needs to get to the bottom of it if he has any chance of spending the rest of his life with the woman he loves.

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A New Release from Kristy McCaffrey

KRISTY McCAFFREY

I have the pleasure of having Kristy McCaffrey here today.

She is a beautiful lady and extremely talented author. I am excited to read her new release.

Tell us a bit about yourself. I live in Arizona with my husband and two chocolate labs, Ranger and Lily. Our four children are mostly grown but still return home to litter the floor with laundry and eat all our food. I love to read, do yoga at home, and travel. I’ve been writing professionally for 13 years (historical western romances) and have published 6 novels, 1 long novella and several short stories.

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How much research goes into your books, and how do you tackle that?

Since I enjoy research so much I can’t say if I do too much or too little. Over the years, however, I’ve gotten better at it—I don’t waste a lot of time investigating useless avenues. When I wrote my first book, THE WREN, I read an entire tome on the history of Texas. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed with information. These days, I begin with a preliminary pass on setting and general history of an area before writing anything. After the first draft, I do specific research based on the needs of the story.

In your new release, THE BLUEBIRD, what sets your heroine Molly Rose Simms apart from all the other women in your hero’s (Jake McKenna) life? Why is she perfect for him?

Molly Rose is a dreamer but she’s never gone anywhere. Because Jake is an adventurer, she’s naturally drawn to him. In her, he sees the one thing he’s traveled the world to find—a sense of awe and wonder. He’s also in need of an anchor and doesn’t realize this until she blasts into his life.

Can you give us a little background on your hero Jake McKenna that’s only in your author notes, and not found in your story? What inspired you to create this character?

My initial impression of Jake was happy-go-lucky. The first 4 novels in my Wings of the West series were serious and heavy in the plotlines, so I really wanted to make this novel fun and adventurous. Jake has evolved into a worldly man, having traveled to far off places. I read a lot of historical memoirs and they helped to shape his character.

Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?

Keep going. It sounds cliché, but you truly learn by doing. It doesn’t seem like writing should be that hard, but it takes skill to work with words and imagery. I’m constantly learning new things. I really love it. You’ll know if you’re not meant to be a writer because the tediousness of it will easily drive you away. But if it doesn’t, then you’ve found your passion and your tribe.

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Molly Rose Simms departs the Arizona Territory, eager for adventure, and travels to Colorado to visit her brother. Robert left two years ago to make his fortune in the booming silver town of Creede, and now Molly Rose hopes to convince him to accompany her to San Francisco, New York City, or even Europe. But Robert is nowhere to be found. All Molly Rose finds is his partner, a mysterious man known as The Jackal.

Jake McKenna has traveled the bustling streets of Istanbul, exotic ports in China, and the deserts of Morocco. His restless desire to explore has been the only constant in his life. When his search for the elusive and mythical Bluebird mining claim lands him a new partner, he must decide how far he’ll go to protect the stunning young woman who’s clearly in over her head. A home and hearth has never been on The Jackal’s agenda, but Molly Rose Simms is about to change his world in every conceivable way.

Please note: Contains mild violence and a sensuous love scene.

EXCERPT

As Jake contemplated getting a good stiff drink himself, he glanced to the staircase and froze.

Molly descended slowly, her eyes cast downward as she lifted the front of the ornate gown she wore. The dark blue material showcased a figure her clothes had only hinted at before, and her hair swept away from her face into an array of curls that made Jake itch to bury his fingers into the tresses. Her bosom peeked enticingly from the ruffled edge of the gown, the creamy hue of her skin reminding him of a full moon in the warm embrace of a starless night.

His legs carried him closer to the bottom step as his eyes remained fixed on her, his heart racing. He hadn’t been this nervous around a woman since…well, ever.

He’d lost his virginity at age sixteen with an experienced madam in Casablanca, and from that moment on, women had been a pleasant diversion, nothing more.

Molly glanced up, startled by his presence, then an elated smile spread across her face. She hurried toward him but tripped on the gown and flew into his arms.

Jake caught her just in time before she hit the floor. “Too much sherry?” He gently eased her to her feet, holding her a tad longer than appropriate.

With a flushed face, she stepped back from his support and laughed, smoothing her hands down the gown. Her gaze swept around them and she cleared her throat, then she looked at him. “This dress is too long,” she whispered. Then she gushed, “I’m very happy to see you.”

Her enthusiasm jolted right through him, and his mind went blank as he basked under her attention. It was far more potent than he’d recalled, and he’d been doing nothing but recalling everything about her since they’d parted ways…her eyes that shifted from sea-green to the deepest azure depending on the light, her heart-shaped face, her stubborn tenacity in standing up to Lannigan, and her obvious deep love for Robert. He’d even missed her sarcastic wit. She’d been on his mind almost nonstop.

“I’m glad you didn’t forget me,” he murmured.

“I’ve been worried ever since I left you and Pedro…I didn’t think I’d see you tonight. Does Lannigan know you’re here?”

Jake recovered himself. “He does. It’ll be fine. I doubt he’ll make a scene—there are too many witnesses.”

Molly tugged at the bodice of the gown, then at the tiny sleeves.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said. “You look beautiful.”

“I do?”

Bridget strode up to them. “Mister McKenna, Papa didn’t tell me you were here. Have you been introduced to Robert’s sister?”

“Yes, we’re acquainted.”

Bridget snagged Molly’s gaze and raised an eyebrow. Subtlety wasn’t Bridget’s strong suit.

“Splendid,” Bridget said. “Molly is visiting from Arizona.”

“I know.”

Bridget’s nose crinkled in frustration. “Then you won’t mind if I borrow her so that she has the opportunity to meet some of our other guests.”

Bridget hooked an arm into Molly’s and dragged her away but not before Molly cast a glance over her shoulder. Jake wanted to think it was filled with longing from having to leave his company, but he suspected she just wanted to escape Bridget.

He exhaled his disappointment over the brevity of the encounter and tried not to gawk at her retreating backside.

He needed a whiskey.

It was going to be a long night.

Copyright © 2016 K. McCaffrey LLC

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Bio

Kristy McCaffrey has been writing since she was very young, but it wasn’t until she was a stay-at-home mom that she considered becoming published. She’s the author of several historical western romances, all set in the American southwest. She lives in the Arizona desert with her husband, two chocolate labs, and whichever of their four teenaged children happen to be in residence. She loves to travel and frequently blogs about her adventures.

 

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Website: http://www.kristymccaffrey.com

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Heaven Hill Pre-Order

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Title: Heaven Hill Christmas Box Set

Author: Laramie Briscoe

Amazon | Kobo | Nook
Available for Pre-Order at $2.99 – price will rise to $4.99 on release day!

Synopsis:

Nine Heaven Hill Christmas Novella’s – One Low Price!
Get the eight original Heaven Hill Series couples, and the highly anticipated novella for the kick-off of the next generation.

Liam & Denise
Tyler & Meredith
Jagger & B
Layne & Jess
Steele & Christine
Rooster & Roni
Drew & Charity
Dalton & Mandy
Remy & Tatum

Invite you to spend Christmas with them! Each featuring their own novella for the holiday season!

Final file will be 90K-100K words.

Want to test it out and see if this box set will be for you? Download Jagger & B’s full novella here!

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About Laramie:

Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin’ Country Series.

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She’s appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She’s been called “a very young Maya Banks” (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being “sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart”.

When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

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**Re-Release – All I Want is Him**

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London is ready to spend a peaceful holiday at home with her family, but her twin brother Trent has other plans. He invites his teammate, Pratt Montgomery, home for the holidays and London is less than happy about it.

From the moment London met Pratt three years ago, she saw nothing but a beer drinking hockey player and refused to give him the time of day. That’s all changing as she sees a side to him she’s never seen before.

All she wants is…him to go
All she wants is…him to stay
All she wants is…him

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“Mom, do you want to take a ride with me to get a replacement phone before it starts to get too bad out there? I dropped mine in the lecture hall, and it got trampled.” I pulled it from my pocket and shook it back and forth in my hand to show her.
“Sure, but we’ll have to go right now.”
“Okay. Just let me bring this stuff upstairs and use the bathroom.” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran up to my room with my bags.
When I got back downstairs Trent told me Mom was in the car waiting for me. As I approached the car, the only thing I could see was the red hat in the window.
“Mother effer,” I shouted. As I got closer I could see his big-toothed, aggravating smile, and my mom was laughing too.
“Eighty-Six.” I opened the door and whined while I tugged unsuccessfully on his jacket. The big fathead didn’t even budge.
I let out a frustrated ‘errrrrrggggggg’ and slammed the door while my mom and Eighty-Six had a good laugh at my expense.
“Oh, London, be courteous. He wouldn’t be very comfortable back there. It’s not roomy like Trent’s truck,” she said in Pratt’s defense.
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you people? You call yourself family? Bunch of traitors.” I plopped in the back seat, and slammed my own door to make my point.
“Oh damn, I forgot my wallet. I’ll be right back,” Mom said, halfway out of the car already.
While she was gone, we sat in silence. I liked it that way. I was still aggravated at that massive melon-head in the front seat.
Next thing I saw was Tuna bolting out the front door and running straight for the woods. I jumped out to grab him before he got too far off looking for my brother or dad. When I bent over to pet him, I heard a whistle from behind me.
“Dear sweet Jesus on a Huffy, London. I like those jeans on you,” Pratt said.
“Way to woo a woman, Eighty-Six,” I responded.
“You know what else I like on you, London?” he asked with slightly puckered lips and a head nod.
“Really? Let me guess…‘You’. That’s what else you like on me,” I scoffed.
“Woooahhh, slow down tiger, I’m not that kind of guy. I was going to say I like all that sass you got on you, but hey, if you wanna go there, I’ll give it a try. Just be gentle.” He gave me a doe-eyed stare and batted his eyelashes.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are such an idiot.”
I sent Tuna back in the house and my mom held the door open for him, then we both got back in the car, ready to go.
“Wait. Stop,” Pratt said.
“What now?” I asked, annoyed.
“Does anyone need to use the potty before we leave?” he asked.
“I can’t. Just stop talking. You’re like this weird man-child.” I pulled my iPod out and put my ear buds in, with a cheeky smile on my face.
He just turned around and gave me that irritating grin. But this time, I noticed he had a dimple on one side, and his eyes were gray like the sky. They contrasted with his black shaggy hair that had a bit of a curl at the ends.
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This book was part of the ALL I WANT 2014 Anthology. It was titled Hit or Mistletoe in that anthology. It has been redesigned and retitled for this rerelease.

***New Release – Liberated***

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This book is a biography of a woman I have loved and admired for the whole of my life.
In December 1944 a German family of seven were captured and convicted of war crimes for harbouring Jews.
I have known this story for most of my life. In the twilight of her years, this lady has decided that it is time for her story to be told, so it will be recorded for future generations.
The woman and her sister were interned in Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp until Liberation on 13 April 1945.
This is a true account of her experience.

EXCERPT:

Hanover, Lower Saxony
GERMANY 1939

The house looked the same as every other dwelling in the street. Two story, attached, weathered stone. There were three bedrooms and a bathroom with indoor plumbing upstairs. An attic, where family treasures were hidden, could only be accessed through a removable panel in the ceiling of the main bedroom closet. Downstairs was a small but adequate dine in kitchen, a sitting room and a storeroom. Inside the storeroom was a staircase which led down to a basement.

The house sat opposite the banks of the Leine River. It was home to Inga Albine and her family. She had one older sister, two older brothers and one younger brother. They loved summer when they could swim and play in the water.

Inga’s father, Adaulfo, was a well-known and successful Banker. An unusual occupation for an Aryan as most Bankers were Jewish.

Inga’s mother, Alisz, was a talented seamstress but with her husband being more than capable of providing for the family, sewing was a hobby rather than a chore. Although sewing gave her a great deal of joy, her first love was her family. She adored being with her children.

Being only children, both Alisz and Adaulfo had always dreamed of having a large family. Their dream had come true. They had five healthy children, blonde haired, blue eyed. Perfect Aryans in Adolf Hitler’s eyes. Klaus, 18, Manfred 17, Elke 15, Inga 13 and Oskar 8. The girls and Oskar attended private school while the two older boys studied Engineering. They all played the violin and with the exception of Oskar, they played very well. Neighbours often praised Adaulfo and Alisz on how polite and well-mannered all five children were.

The family were prominent in the local community. They never hesitated to help people who were less fortunate than themselves.

That was to be their downfall…..

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Non-Fiction, Historical, True Life

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 BIO:

Laura is a middle aged lady who was born in England.

She has a compassionate nature, a great sense of humor and is a loyal friend. She also has an insatiable love of history.

Growing up, Laura would spend hours with a member of her family who she loved dearly. Over the years she was told the story of how this amazing
lady had suffered at the hands of the Gestapo and German SS.

Laura had always had a strong desire to write. She felt a responsibility to record the story as a part of her family history.

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***Can’t You See? – Written Fireside Part 7***

Those of you who have followed this blog from way back will be familiar with Written Fireside. These are stories written as a serial with a new part published each week, by a group of authors taking it in turn to write.

Written Fireside is the brainchild of the fabulous Lori Connelly. This story will eventually be published with all proceeds going to the charity Pets for Vets. This is a US charity dedicated to providing a second chance to shelter dogs by rescuing, training and matching them with American veterans who need a companion pet.

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Noah Hale is an author suffering from PTSD related insomnia, needing peace and sleep. All he wants is to be left alone. A certain little dog has other ideas.

Amanda Bell, a teacher, is grieving the loss of her sister, Rachel. Caring for her sister’s dog is comforting until a new neighbor moves in the other half of her duplex. Suddenly, the dog starts escaping her yard, running off to the man on the other side of the fence.

 

Parts 1-6 are complete and can be found at the links below:

Written Fireside: Schedule:

PART 1 – Tuesday June  23rd – Lori Connelly 

PART 2 – Tuesday June  30th – Elsa Winckler

PART 3 – Tuesday July   7th – Angela Campbell

PART 4 – Tuesday July  14th – Jane Hunt

PART 5 – Tuesday July  21st – Charlotte Phillips

PART 6 – Tuesday July  28th – Mandy Baggot

PART 7 – Tuesday Aug.   4th – Susan Horsnell

PART 8 – Tuesday Aug.  11th – Paty Jager

PART 9 – Tuesday Aug.  18th – Zara Stoneley

PART 10 – Tuesday Aug.  25th – Summerita Rhayne

PART SEVEN:

Noah cradled the mug in his shaking hands. His neighbor watched him carefully. “You’re wondering what I’m going to do next, aren’t you? Stay and talk or tear off back to the sanctity of my own place.” He sighed deeply. What did he have to lose? “Tell me about your sister.”

‘Rachel was two years younger than me but we were more like twins. Joined at the hip. We did almost everything together.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’d refused to go with her the night she had her accident. I was cranky, tired from a bad day. Normally she would have stayed with me but there was a band playing at the club that she loved so, she went alone.’ She quieted, reached for a tissue and wiped her eyes.

‘You don’t have to tell me. It’s obviously painful.’ Noah moved to sit at her feet, Gertie scrambled onto his knees. He lifted her hand into his, a calm washed over him.

Amanda felt at ease with her hand in Noah’s. It gave her the strength to continue. “About two minutes from the club a semi ran a red light and caused a massive pile up. Rachel didn’t stand a chance. When the police came and told me, I felt like I’d lost half of myself. I spiralled into a darkness I hadn’t known existed. I couldn’t sleep, I had nightmares about the accident. I saw everything as though I’d been in the car with her. It played over and over in my mind. My mom couldn’t stand to watch me following my sister to the grave so she arrived one day, forced me into her car and drove me to a therapist. She diagnosed PTSD. That’s why I can recognize it in you.”

The sadness in Amanda’s eyes tore at Noah’s heart. Here was a woman who could understand what he was going through. A woman who wouldn’t pity him, tell him to man up and get over it. He could risk telling her about what had happened without fear of ridicule.

‘Noah, I understand if you don’t want to talk about what happened. I just wanted you to know I’m here if you decide to.’

Gertie licked at their hands. The little mutt switched her look from one to the other.

“I swear this mutt was trying to get us together. I know it sounds stupid but, I think she knew we were both suffering.” Noah said.

‘Maybe dogs are a lot more intuitive than we give them credit for. I know she’s helped me a lot. She gives me a reason to keep going. Rachel loved her so much and I think if I let Gertie down, I’m letting my sister down. As much as she’s been a pain in the ass for the last day or so, she soothes me.’

‘She’s sweet. Any time you’d like her looked after, I’d be happy to have her.’

‘So, what do you do?’

‘I’m an author.’ He paused. ‘I was in the Army.’

‘I thought your place was military tidy.’

‘Yep, hard habit to break.’

‘Where was your tour overseas?’

‘Afghanistan. Almost a year.’ Can I open up to this stranger? Sure, therapy’s good but Amanda understands PTSD so much better. She knows how I feel. The nightmares, reliving the events. Maybe we can help each other. ‘How about you make coffee while I take Gertie out to relieve herself? Then, I’ll tell you my whole sordid story.’

Amanda unwound herself from the chair and padded through to the kitchen while Noah headed for the back porch. Gertie trotted beside him, glancing up every now and again.

‘Feeling smug, huh?’ Noah said to Gertie as he opened the sliding door and stepped into the early morning air.

And, please meet “Gertie”

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***Tex – A Beautiful Lady***

71I6s4sZffL._UX250_Kathleen Rice Adams is a lady I met online and I now regard her as one of my friends.

She is a talented, award winning author who spins a great tale. Her books should be on your to read list if you have not already read them.

It is a pleasure to have her here today and the pie recipe is a definite must!!

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By Kathleen Rice Adams

Writers play all sorts of funny games with ourselves when a story isn’t moving along as smoothly as we’d like. Some swear taking walks energizes the body and mind. Some swear a household cleaning binge sweeps the cobwebs from dusty creativity. (I assure you I am not among that bunch.) Some swear music is a foolproof cure.

Some just swear.

I do my share of swearing, but usually I rely on a long shower to get my sluggish brain back on track. Standing under a stream of water never fails to jar things loose in my head. As often as the gears grind to a halt in there, I may be the cleanest person I know.

One can only take so many showers, though, before she begins to resemble a prune. At my age, I don’t need any help with that.

Fortunately, I have a second weapon in my brain-jumpstarting arsenal: baking. Bread, cakes, pies, cookies… There’s something immensely gratifying about creating a work of art from ingredients that, unlike characters in stories, don’t fight you every step of the way. I’ll admit flour sometimes can be a challenge, prone to flying all over the place as it is. As a general rule, though, sugar, butter, eggs, milk, and other components behave as the baker specifies with a minimum of backtalk.

Compared to writing, baking is a cinch. If nothing else, baking bolsters my confidence in my ability to outmaneuver inanimate objects. Sometimes.

I’m an adventurous baker—a trait I’m certain I inherited from my grandmother. Granny was justifiably famous for her ability to whip up a mess of mouthwatering goodness from whatever she had in the pantry. The tomato cake episode continues to live in infamy, but for the most part, whatever Granny baked was a monument to innovation and deliciousness.

I felt my beloved, departed grandmother peeking over my shoulder not too long ago when I was overcome with a desperate urge to exert some small measure of control over my environment. A quick glance in the pantry nearly destroyed my ambition. No flour. No sugar. None of the usual baking suspects. My worst nightmare stared me in the face: I was on the verge of outdoing the tomato cake, possibly with green beans.

Fortunately, whatever horde of locusts invaded my house overlooked a single can of condensed milk. With that and a few items smart enough to hide out in the back of the fridge, I whipped up a pie that—if I do say so myself—turned out downright scrumptious.

It was so good, as a matter of fact, that I made it again this past weekend. The recipe is below—and not a green bean in sight, thank goodness.

I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chocolate Coconut Pecan Custard Pie

9-inch unbaked pie shell
3 eggs
1 egg, white separated from yolk
14-ounce can sweetened condensed milk
1 1/4 cups hot water (not boiling—from the tap works fine)
2 T. melted butter
1 tsp. vanilla
¼ tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. nutmeg
2 cups shredded coconut
¼ cup pecan pieces
½ cup chocolate chips (dark or semisweet)

1. Heat oven to 425 degrees.

2. Prepare your favorite pie crust. Whisk together egg white and 1 tsp. water; brush over entire pie crust surface. (Coating pie crust with egg white prevents sogginess.)

3. In large bowl, beat 3 eggs plus additional yolk with a wire whisk or fork until well combined. Add sweetened condensed milk, hot water, melted butter, vanilla, salt, and nutmeg. Mix well.

4. Stir in coconut, pecan pieces, and chocolate chips. Pour filling into prepared pie shell.

5. Bake 10 minutes at 425 degrees, then reduce heat to 350 and bake an additional 25 to 30 minutes.

6. Cool at least 1 hour before serving. Refrigerate leftovers.

Another delicious event took place in my life this past weekend: the release of two new books with my name on the cover. Can you say “excited”? One book at a time is thrilling. Two books at once? Let me just say I needed that pie. I’ve almost eaten the whole thing by myself, and I’m not the least bit ashamed.

If you’ll indulge me, I’d like to share a little information about the two new releases—because, you know, a proud book momma has to brag on her children.

The Dumont Brand

Two short novellas in one book.

On the eve of the Civil War, family secrets threaten everything a ranching dynasty has built…until one son finds salvation in the wrong woman’s love. In the aftermath of battle, a woman destroyed by betrayal brings peace to his brother’s wounded soul.

The Big Uneasy: To escape the unthinkable with a man about whom she knows too much, New Orleans belle Josephine LaPierre agrees to marry a Texan about whom she knows nothing. Falling in love with his brother was not part of her plan.

Making Peace: After four long years in hell, Confederate cavalry officer Bennett Collier just wants to go home—assuming home still exists. Widowed Jayhawker Maggie Fannin will hold onto her home at any cost…even if she must face down the imposing Rebel soldier who accuses her of squatting.

The Dumont Brand is the first in a trilogy about a Texas ranch whose residents hide enough skeletons in the closets to shame a dinosaur museum. It’s available at fine e-bookstores all over the web, but you can find it on Amazon here: http://amzn.com/B0120S7L0G

The Last Three Miles

When an accident leaves Hamilton Hollister convinced he’ll never be more than half a man, he abandons construction of a railway spur his lumber mill needs to survive. Believing no woman shackled by social convention can be complete, railroad heiress Katherine Brashear refuses to let the nearly finished track die.

The magic of Christmas in a small Texas town may help them bridge the distance…if they follow their hearts down The Last Three Miles.

Also available at fine e-bookstores all over the web, The Last Three Miles is on Amazon here: http://amzn.com/B011SB2912

Thank you for hosting me today, Susan. Even though you live in Australia, please consider yourself an honorary Texan. With your big heart, you’ll make a fine one.

Thank you Kathleen. I look forward to meeting you the next time I’m in Texas.

Kathleen’s other works and more information can be found at:

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