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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 Amanda McIntyre and Elizabeth Rose.
Amanda McIntyre–A Warrior’s Heart
Sarah glanced at White Eagle who now slept in peaceful repose, his smooth, muscular chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. Her gaze drifted dreamily to where he’d placed her hand.
“I trust you are well rested, Sarah?” He had not yet opened his eyes.
Her cheeks warmed from embarrassment.
White Eagle turned his head then and opened his eyes, studying her.
Suddenly she realized she needed fresh air, to say nothing of needing to put a greater distance between herself and White Eagle.
“I’ll take these outside.” She stuffed her journal in her satchel and stood to leave.
“We travel far today. It will be best to be comfortable on our journey.” The tone of his voice made her curious, causing her to pause. She knew there was but one horse.
“We can simply take turns walking.” She shrugged as she glanced back, finding him adjusting his breeches. Sarah quickly averted her gaze.
“To find me interesting to look at is not wrong, Sarah.”
Her mouth dropped open, aghast at his blatancy. “I–“
“Is it unusual for white women to speak of their desires?”
“Um, well,” her tongue failed along with her brain. Such subjects were still considered taboo amongst those in proper circles, to say nothing of being alone in the company of a strange man.
“It is not so with women of my tribe. Cherokee women are free to express their passion. It is what keeps our people strong. Did you know it is our custom for the woman to choose her husband?”
Sarah shook her head no, swallowing at the constriction in her throat. Stranger or not, was he implying she was not passionate? Given the right situation–the proper situation–she was certain she could be as passionate and fiery as any woman–White or Cherokee. She almost told him as much right then, but thought it best to let it go. “I believe it would be wise for us to be on our way.”
“I am trying to make you see, Sarah. You and I are different from each other in many ways. Your people have strange ideas–”
“More so than your people?” She retaliated. If he wanted passion she would give him passion. Her ire prickled just below the surface.
“They are different, as are your customs from mine.” He paused; stepping around the gray dredges of the campfire, and stood before her. “You are safe in knowing that I will not harm you, nor will I force myself on you.”
For the most part, she knew she should feel relieved at his direct statement.
White Eagle stooped to flick the ashes with a stick, making to cover the warm embers. He glanced up at her, “My people, some, not all, are not so different from some white men, Sarah. They would not accept you into our clan any more than your people would accept me.” He dropped the stick and stood gazing at her, his dark eyes intent. “So you see nothing will happen between us that can change who we are or where we belong.”
She knew deep in her heart, he was right, yet why did her insides quiver every time he was within two feet of her?
“It will be best to know these things before we begin our journey together.”
Elizabeth Rose–The Drifter
“I’d like to go on the stage too, Ma,” said Billy, watching them go. “What’s it like in a town with other boys my age?”
Running a soothing hand over her son’s soft curls, Nessa pulled him into her arms. She reached down and kissed him atop the head. “Someday,” was all she said, watching the stage ramble away in the dead of the night. With it went her sense of comfort and protection. Had she been wrong in telling them not to send a man to help them? Most likely. But she hadn’t been thinking straight for a month now and was so sleep-deprived that she wondered how she even stood up without falling over.
Reaching down to the table, she plucked up several of the chipped blue enamel cups and handed them to her son. “Here, Billy. Help James clean up the dinner dishes. I’m going to check on the horses and close up the barn for the night, and then we can sit in front of the fire, and I’ll read to you if you’d like.”
“All right,” he said with a sigh. “But instead of reading from the Bible, I want Uncle James to tell us again what happened when the bandits attacked the stagecoach he was on. That’s more exciting.”
“No! And don’t speak of it again.”
She took the coat off the hook and put it over her shoulders and also grabbed the rifle from the corner. She wasn’t wearing her gunbelt but didn’t want to take the time to get it. Feeling like she was going to cry, she didn’t want to do so in front of her son and brother and just needed to be alone. Her emotions had been so bottled up lately that it would probably do her good just to let them out.
“Now go help clean up, Billy, and I’ll be right back.” It was quiet outside as she rushed through the darkness toward the stables. Her nerves were already shaking, and she couldn’t hold back her emotions. She’d only been fooling herself to tell her brother she felt nothing because it was a lie. In reality, she had not allowed herself to feel anything – until now. Her steps quickened over the cold, hard ground and the night autumn wind whipped through her hair. The leather band tying it back came loose, allowing her long, auburn hair to spill down around her shoulders.
She entered the barn, throwing down the rifle and stopping just inside, collapsing atop a pile of hay. Her bottled-up emotions made it to the surface, and she felt them more than ever now. It was painful. Her son’s disappointment on his face to see his new little friend leaving so soon hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. As she cried, all her emotions burst forth, and her body shook with anger as well as despair from the life that she’d been forced to live. But her weeping didn’t last because it was cut short by the whinny of a horse that didn’t sound familiar to her ears.
Something was wrong. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she grabbed her rifle and slowly made her way further toward the stalls within the barn. It was dark, and she’d left the house so quickly she hadn’t even brought along a lantern and was now without a coat since it had fallen off in the hay. The odd whinny sounded again, and she peered through the darkness as a moonbeam spilled through the doorway and illuminated a cream colored horse with a big black spot on its side.
She gasped, and when she did, a hand shot out from behind her and covered her mouth. “Don’t scream out, and I won’t hurt you,” said a low, male voice in her ear.
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