I’m thankful for:
1). a loving family and the blessings in my life every day.
2). Life
3). a sense of humor
4). that little cocoa bean – "Don't forget that chocolate comes from a bean which grows on a plant which means it's either veg or salad.”
5). Nature – well, except maybe mosquito’s…still trying to understand their purpose.
6). Lounge pants (Yes, I promise to try to contain these to my home and not in public. I only digressed once…that I’m admitting to).
7). Friends who kind of understand me, but still hang with me.
8). Readers who gave me a chance to tell them a tale.
BLURB – RAIDER OF HER HEART
Judson Stone, a Cavalry
Scout, needed to warn Lawrence, Kansas of the impending threat of Quantrill and
his raiders. Shot and left for dead, Judson awakes in the year Twenty
Seventeen. Guilt riddles him over his failed mission as the days pass and he
struggles with finding a way back to his own time and growing feelings for a
woman who doesn’t trust him.
Sadie Winters has her
hands full juggling a full-time job, a start-up business, and keeping tabs on
her Gramps. She didn’t need further complication of caring for a stranger. When
the mystery surrounding Judson is revealed, she throws herself into helping him
find his way back to his own time, ignoring the love she’s developed for him.
EXCERPT:
Stopping in front of the closest stall,
she smiled at Judson. “This is Skittles.” She cupped a hand to her mouth and
whispered, “Don’t tell the others, but she’s my favorite.”
His gaze took in the stall and then met
hers. A frown marred his brow. “It’s empty.”
Had the knock on the head impaired his
vision? He must be teasing. She chuckled. “No, it’s not.”
His gaze followed her pointing finger.
“Holy Hell.”
The curse made her and Skittles jump. He
stumbled away from the stall. What little color he had obtained in the last
twenty-four hours drained from his face.
“Judson?”
Gasping for air, he leaned on the barn
wall for support. “What happened to the tiny filly?”
She frowned as she glanced from him to
the horse. “I don’t understand what you are asking.”
He struggled with swallowing before he
asked, “Where’s the rest of her?”
“The rest of…?” A belly laugh grew and
bubbled out from her lips. “Judson, haven’t you ever seen a miniature horse
before?”
He shook his head. “Are they all like
this?”
She chuckled. “Like what?”
“Short. Squatty. Not all there?”
Was he serious? The laughter died an
untimely death in her throat as she noticed his features. He had to be. No way
could she misinterpret the panic mirrored in his eyes. Her precious babies were
creeping him out.
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Enjoyed reading your thankful list! :) Happy (early) Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Thanksgiving as well.
ReplyDeleteWonderful thankful list - love your book cover - wishing you great success! - Christine Samuelson
ReplyDeleteNice! I'm wondering what prompted you to write about Quantrill and Lawrence, KS. Are you from the area? I graduated from the University of Kansas in Lawrence. :-)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your thankful list! Thank you! Got to know you a little bit more, which is fun too. Happy Thanksgiving and good luck with Raider of her Heart!
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