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Eight bestselling authors. Eight sizzling tales from the Old West to set your heart ablaze...
In Whispered Love,bestselling author Kathleen Ball takes you to the wild Pacific Northwest, a land bristling with handsome, well-muscled lumberjacks. Foreman Samuel Pearse has only one rule; no women allowed. Until he finds one asleep in his bathtub—Pat Clarke, the company cook. With her secret revealed and her virtue at stake, Pat turns to the only man who can help her…the one man who can set fire to her heart.
In Kate’s Outlaw, award-winning author E.E. Burke spins a suspenseful yarn about a half-breed desperado who abducts--and then rescues--a rich railroad heiress. On the run from danger, with enemies on both sides, Jake and Kate seek solace in each other’s arms, igniting a love as powerful as it is forbidden.
The Officer and the Bostoner, from USA Today bestselling author Rose Gordon, follows the adventures of a well-to-do lady traveling cross-country to meet her intended. Instead, she finds herself stranded at a military fort and forced into an unwanted marriage. Can a hot-blooded officer spark love in his wife’s cold heart?
Fools Rush from USA Today bestselling author Ciara Knight. A young woman, desperate for independence from all men, embarks on a crazy cross-country wagon train adventure disguised as a man. Instead of finding her independence, a bounty hunter captures her under the guise of horse thieving, a crime punishable by hanging. Will a man she’s lied to for months save her, or will he surrender her to a monster with a badge?
Ridin’ For A Fall by Kirsten Lynn immerses you in a fiery tale of forever love. When circumstances force best friends and Wild West Show performers, Lena Boden and Kyle Allaway to marry and return to Wyoming, they must stand together against internal doubts and external forces seeking their destruction—or risk a fall that will knock them out of the saddle for good.
In A Warrior’s Heart, best-selling author, Amanda McIntyre brings to life the passionate story of a bold Cherokee warrior and the brave white woman he rescues from certain death. Thrown together by circumstances not of their own making, they overcome betrayal and tragedy to find a love strong enough to bring nations together.
The Rancher, by bestselling author Hildie McQueen, transports readers to 1870s Montana Territory and into a sensual encounter between an injured rancher and a woman running for her life. Sometimes love enters at the worst moment.
In The Drifter,bestselling author Elizabeth Rose takes readers on an epic journey across the plains, as drifter Chase Masters shows up wounded at Nessa Pemberton's stagecoach relay station mistaken as the bandit who killed her husband. Can a single mother learn to love again and put her trust in a man who is nothing but a drifter?
We are very excited to bring you a four day event featuring stories from eight wonderful authors.
Kathleen Ball, EE Burke, Rose Gordon, Ciara Knight, Kirsten Lynn, Amanda McIntyre, Hildie McQueen & Elizabeth Rose
Each day we will highlight two of the stories.
Join us today as we visit with Kirsten Lynn and Hildie McQueen.
Kirsten Lynn–Ridin’ for a Fall
London, England 1913
The crack echoed like fireworks at the end of the show. A few of the horses whinnied and shuffled to the side. Lena Gowan lifted her gaze toward the heavens. Kyle Allaway. She’d put her new brown Stetson on a pig if that wasn’t a woman landing a blow to Kyle’s face. With a small shake of her head, she pivoted toward the sound. Kyle held a bundle of blankets. His gaze was trained on the backside of a woman exiting the area so fast the dust appeared like smoke on her heels. Kyle finding his cheek on fire from the well-placed hand of a lady he’d done wrong was nothing new to the performers of Frank Perry’s Wild West Show, so most of the other cowboys, riders, and Indians just chuckled and went back to taking care of their stock or practicing for their upcoming acts.
Lena turned her feet toward the bronc buster and fellow trick rider. He’d come seeking her out eventually anyway. About a year and a half ago, she was the one landing a blow to the handsome face after having given her body to Kyle only to find out she was the conquest of the month. For her, he’d been her first and only lover—not that she’d ever let the man in on that secret. But somehow, the rogue had inched his way back into her life as a friend. They’d been the best of friends for years and lovers for only weeks, so it was as natural as breathing for Lena and Kyle to stand by each other. If only he’d realize hearing about his latest ladyloves was like a horse stomping on her heart every time.
Thumbing her Stetson back and forcing a smile, Lena sidled up next to Kyle. “I take it she wasn’t the one to wear your brand?”
A squeak from the pink bundle in Kyle’s arms sent her gaze down. Lena stood transfixed. Round cheeks touched with pink, a tiny bow mouth, and familiar big blue eyes met her gaze. When a tiny hand reached for Lena her jaw unhitched and fell open. “It’s a baby?”
A blue gaze as deep as the baby’s, but with a lifetime of experience hidden in each spark, snapped to meet hers. “Hell, yeah, it’s a baby.”
The squeaks increased in volume and more eyes and ears were turning toward Lena and Kyle. “Shit.”
Lena pushed against the rock solid muscle of his arms. “Stop cursin’ in front of the babe.”
She tipped her chin toward one of the tents where they could at least have a bit of privacy. The second the tip of one boot crossed the threshold, Kyle held out the bundle. “Here, take her.”
Lena stepped back. “No. Why?”
“You’re a woman and she…well, she’s movin’ and all.”
“I don’t know any more about babies than you do, and she’s yours.”
Kyle’s square jaw went slack as his normally bronzed skin appeared white behind a day’s worth of black whiskers. “Lena, I swear I never…”
She lowered her chin and hitched a brow.
“Dammit! Ye know what I mean…of course I’ve…you and I…”
Lena yanked off her hat and slapped it against the matching chestnut suede riding split skirt. “Stop now, Kyle James Allaway, before ye hurt yourself, or I hurt ye.” She emptied his arms of the now aggravated baby girl squawking at levels to wake King Henry VIII. “And for the love of God, learn how to hold a wee babe.”
The chubby arms stopped flailing, and the terrible screams stopped short on a tiny hiccup as Lena hugged the girl close.
Kyle whipped off his black Stetson and swiped his forearm across his forehead, catching the perspiration in the sleeve of his red silk shirt that matched the one she wore during their trick riding demonstration. Lena let loose a deep groan. Lord, help her. Now he’d need his shirt cleaned for the next show.
He jabbed a finger at the baby nestled in her arms, two heartbeats from sleep.
“See, she’s already happier with you.”
Warmth seeped through the blanket from the tiny body. Lena stood entranced, focused on long black eyelashes so like Kyle’s resting against chipmunk cheeks. An ache started in her chest and moved on a wave tenderness Lena had forgotten over the years. When his words crawled through the moment, her gaze snapped to him, and she narrowed her eyes.
“Not this time, Kyle. Ye’ll not be shovin’ this wee bairn at me! She’s yours and ye’ll do right by her.”
Copyright 2016 Kirsten Lynn, Second Edition, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Rancher by Hildie McQueen:
Shots fired. Screams. Horses’ hooves. The burning, the tearing… “Wake up.” Grant jerked and lifted up to sit on the bed, ignoring his aching side. He panted and searched in the darkness for who’d woken him.
Julia stood over him in her flannel gown, her hair cascading past her shoulders. “You were having a nightmare,” she explained when he stared wide-eyed at her. Indeed his chest was heaving and he was wet with perspiration.
“I was…not sure if it was just a dream or a memory of what happened. What happened when we were held up is not so clear in my mind.” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath while attempting to regain control of his erratic breathing. “I’m sorry to have woken you.”
“I wasn’t asleep.” She looked away to the darkness. “Sometimes I can’t sleep or wake up and walk around the house until I get sleepy.”
He studied the beauty and recognized the haunted shadows in her eyes. He wondered what kept her from sleeping. “You have them too don’t you? What are your nightmares about?”
She pulled his blankets up to cover his bare chest. “You should rest, Mr. Gentry.”
Grant took her wrist. “Tell me.”
A myriad of emotions crossed her features before she closed her eyes and swallowed.
“I used to dream about what brought me here. Having to flee for my life.” She shrugged. “It’s in the past now. Now I’m just restless.”
He had a feeling she was lying. The way her eyes had widened at his question told him she hated he’d seen her fears.