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Except Wednesday – Our Little Secrets

It’s Excerpt Wednesday once again! I thought this week I’d mix it up a little and highlight a book from my backlist, namely Our Little Secrets. So here you go!

Our Little Secrets

He shook his head, laughing. “I really did make a bad first impression if you would think—”

“Oh no, you made a very good first impression,” she rushed to cover yet another flub.

He shook his head. “In spite of Cold Springs’ abundance, Miss Baldwin, I am not in the habit of hiring company.”

“And no suitable young lady has offered herself up for the position?” Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment. “I find that hard to believe.”

He stared at her as if she was a jewel in a curiosity shop. “You wouldn’t if you knew the town and its gossip better.”

Her heart and mind raced. One leap of faith and she could change her life. As long as she could keep her past in the past.

“So I take it you would be looking for someone who could help run both a general store and a home.” She set her fork down and looked him in the eye.

“Well,” he mirrored her gesture and set his own fork down, “only if she knew what she was doing.”

“Someone with a college degree, perhaps, and a head for figures?”

“Yes, precisely.”

“Someone with a bit more sophistication than the locals? Who might be able to carry on a decent conversation over dinner or with clients even?”

A grin spread across his lips and his shoulders relaxed. “That would be a decided advantage.”

“Perhaps someone who wouldn’t ask too many questions about the past as long as not too many questions were asked in return?” Again she tapped her carpetbag with the toe of her boot to reassure herself it was still there.

He smiled in earnest. “Yes, exactly.”

She returned his smile and picked up her fork with an, “Oh,” and took another bite of her lunch.

He was silent as he watched her eat, his eyes dancing with deep consideration. He was struggling with his thoughts, debating with himself. She didn’t blame him. It was one thing to toy with an idea as outrageous as marrying a stranger, no questions asked, but it was a whole different kettle of fish to actually commit to it.

She let him consider, let him think it was his idea. For all she knew it was. He was the one who had invited her for lunch and he had mistaken her for one of Miss Helen’s girls. Miss Helen had insisted that her girls were brides not whores. It could have been the luckiest mistake of her life.

“Miss Baldwin, will you marry me?”

She glanced up to catch the puzzled, triumphant, expectant expression flushing his face. She could practically see his heart hammering in his chest at his gamble. Or maybe that was her own heart.

“I…I think I will.” She forced herself to be cautious, as much as she didn’t want to be. “But would you mind giving me the afternoon to think about it?”

“Not at all.” He nodded, once again the businessman considering a deal. “I’ll arrange for us to have supper at the hotel to talk more in depth. And I can reserve a room there for you if you’d like.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Michael.”

Impulsive or not, the facts were the facts. Life as Charlotte Baldwin was a disaster. Life as Charlie West would be a whole new world.

There you have it. And you’re in luck. Right now, Our Little Secrets is free on Amazon, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, and everywhere else. =D

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Excerpt Wednesday – Trail of Hope

Oh boy! It’s the last excerpt Wednesday before the release of Trail of Hope on Monday! Here’s a particularly juicy snippet for you….

TrailofHope

He folded the shirt and laid it aside and settled back into the bedroll, arranging the blanket over them, then pulled her back into his arms. Now when she reached around to spread her hand across his back, as he resumed doing with hers, her whole bare arm was in contact with the skin of his torso. The shivering feeling grew stronger.

“I like this,” he was frank with her.

“It’s nice,” she agreed, unsure how else to explain it.

He shifted again to hold her closer, his arm inching her chemise further up, her chest and stomach pressing against his, only one layer of fabric between them and none at all in some spots. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Again Callie’s eyebrows flew up. Other than a few pecks on the cheek, he hadn’t kissed her since their wedding. “Do you want to?”

“Of course I want to,” he chuckled.

He wanted to kiss her. Even though she wasn’t Shannon.

“All right then.” She spoke quickly to push Shannon out from between the two of them.

He leaned towards her, found her mouth in the dark. His lips were warm and very slightly textured from the sun and the wind. His breath was humid on her skin. It was a lovely kiss all things considered.

Then he kissed her for real, a deep, serious kiss. She sucked in a breath as his mouth opened over hers, heat and pressure. She didn’t realize until she felt the tip of his tongue against her own that she’d opened her mouth as well. It was an entirely new feeling, this soft tasting. Somehow it was more than just two mouths meeting. It affected her more deeply than that.

He stopped kissing her long enough to ask, “Is that all right?”

She teetered just on the other side of overwhelmed and took a few seconds before answering. “It’s quite nice.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Again, she could hear the smile in his voice.

He kissed her again. With her one arm still around him, she could feel the muscles in his shoulders relax. His free hand rubbed her back, climbing up towards her shoulder and pulling her chemise with it. If she hadn’t been so focused on the way his mouth and tongue tasted, she might have been concerned that her breast was inches away from being exposed, that the hair on his chest was tickling her stomach. But she was far too absorbed in the discovery of how much she liked kissing, how much she liked kissing John.

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Excerpt Wednesday – A First Look at Trail of Hope

It’s Wednesday! And, of course, you know what that means. It’s time for an excerpt. So here it is, the exclusive first peek at Book Two in the Hot on the Trail series, Trail of Hope:

He stood by the edge of a small stream on the other side of the wagon train, watching his oxen drink. He may have been dressed in mourning, but his clothes were clean and well-made. His glasses reflected the sunlight and his expression was sad and distant, as though he was a thousand miles away. But he looked up when Callie drew near.

“Mr. Rye?” Her voice cracked.

“Yes, Miss Lewis?” he replied.

Two days. Her brother had died only two days ago, and here she was, making the biggest decision of her life.

“Would you be willing to marry me?” The words felt as though they came from someone else.

He took in a breath. The weary look in his eyes told her he’d seen the question coming, had been thinking about his answer already.

“I’m willing,” he told her in a soft, hesitant voice, mouth drawn up in a small line, “but I don’t know if I’ll be a good husband.”

Callie shook her head. “I don’t need you to be a ‘good husband,’ whatever that’s supposed to mean. I just want a peaceful life. If you can put a roof over my head and food on my plate and give me something to keep me busy in my days, that’s all I need.”

He considered her words for a moment. There was something reassuring in the way his brow knit in thought before he spoke. “Miss Lewis.” He paused and shifted his weight. “I suppose I should call you Callie.”

A thrill of hope combined with relief flooded through her. He was going to say yes. She wouldn’t have to go on alone.

“If you’d like,” she replied. “Although my given name is Callysta.”

His brow inched up. “Callysta. That’s a lovely name. Unusual.” He took a breath. “Callysta, are you certain this is what you want?”

A wry grin pulled at the corner of Callie’s mouth. “None of this is what I want,” she said rubbing her forehead. “But asking for your help is a decision I can live with.”

A splash of color touched his face and he lowered his eyes, looking almost guilty. It was the most curious look she had ever seen on anyone’s face, and for some reason it prompted a swirl of butterflies in her stomach. There was something more to John Rye, something he hadn’t mentioned and only barely hinted at in their one conversation. She caught herself wanting to know what that was, wanting to untangle the mystery of the unassuming, grief-stricken man in front of her. He was special, but she didn’t know how.

He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes to meet hers once more, studying her carefully. His large eyes were rimmed dark with grief, but also with intelligence and something latent, like a fire that had been all but put out. Callie could have sworn there were embers still burning in him.

At last, he let out a sigh and nodded. “All right. If you’re certain, I will marry you.”

Intrigued? You’re in luck! Trail of Hope is now available for pre-order on Amazon, iBooks, and Smashwords! It’s coming November 24th wherever books are sold.

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Somebody to Love – Release Day!

Somebody To Love_smallHold on a second…. There’s something just a little naughty about calling it a “release day” when you’re publishing a romance novel (if you know what I mean).

At last! Somebody to Love, Phin’s story, is out there! I’ve had Phin’s story in mind from the very beginning. In fact, I more or less thought of the idea for Ethan and Amelia’s story, Fool for Love first, followed almost immediately by Charlie and Michael’s story, Our Little Secrets, and Somebody to Love simultaneously. Behold! The workings of a writer’s mind!

I hope you’ll pop on over to the brand new page for Somebody to Love where you can read the first chapter and find all the links to buy it!

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Our Little Secrets, Revisited

In Your Arms_smallOkay, since In Your Arms, the third full-length novel in my Montana Romance series, comes out in three weeks, I thought I’d take the opportunity to revisit the other books in the series with some of my favorite scenes. And so, here is one of my favorite scenes from Our Little Secrets….

“Michael, can I ask you something?” Charlotte propped herself up on one arm in bed and looked down at Michael’s closed eyes. The morning sunlight was warm against her bare back, filling her with well-being like she hadn’t felt in years.

“No,” he mumbled. “We said no questions, remember?”

“It’s not that sort of question,” she giggled. Not that she hadn’t been trying to sneak questions about his past into every conversation for the last two weeks. “Can I ask you something different?”

“No,” he repeated, rolling from his back to his side facing her, eyes still closed. “It’s Saturday. Saturday’s are for sleeping in, not asking questions.”

Charlotte’s grin widened. Even half asleep her new husband found delightful ways to tease her. Although she wasn’t sure if he could still be called her new husband after two whole glorious weeks of marriage. Her new life was turning out to be everything she had hoped it would be and more. Continue reading