Friday, December 03, 2021

MY LATEST RELEASE IS LIVE!

Hooray! Help me celebrate the release of MAIL ORDER GLORIA: AN IMPOSTOR FOR CHRISTMAS, book 7. I love being a part of this series, which was conceived by the multi-talented Cheryl Wright. Today is about MAIL ORDER GLORIA, which takes place in 1878. She’s a good person stuck in a small town in Georgia, where she has no prospects for a husband nor a way to support herself.



Here’s the book description:

A desperate woman…

A distrustful rancher with a secret…

And a boy in need of a family.

Orphaned at an early age and sent to live with her relatives, Gloria Tabor is fed up with the treatment she receives from her weak-willed uncle, hateful aunt, and spiteful cousin. In a moment of desperation, she leaves her only relatives’ home. With her small savings, where is she to go? The question is sobering, but she is determined she will not return to her kin’s home. She vows she will become a stronger-willed and more adventurous person.

While deliberating her lack of choice, she overhears a young man comforting a sobbing woman she recognizes as a friend from school. After a few minutes of conversation with them, the friend offers Gloria the chance to escape town to a ranch in Texas as a mail order bride. In exchange, Gloria must promise not to divulge her real identity until the couple has eloped and had a honeymoon. Elated at the opportunity fulfill her vow, Gloria agrees. 

On the way to her prospective groom, Gloria rescues a ten-year-old boy from a policeman who wants to take the boy to the local orphanage. Heart filled with sympathy for the homeless child, she intercedes. Later, she wonders how her prospective groom will react to her bringing an unexpected child with her.

Texas rancher Dwight Price is a stickler for honesty. Once someone has lost his confidence, he won’t fully trust the person again. He strives to live up to his beliefs. On the one hand, he isn’t certain he wants to wed the daughter of his father’s oldest friend. On the other hand, he looks forward to a life of quiet harmony with his mail order bride.

Near Christmas, Gloria gets a telegram releasing her from her promise. Dwight wants to know who sent the wire and why. Her explanation destroys the faith he had in her—and then his own secret crops up.

Can these two overcome the damage to tsheir relationship or will each be alone again?

https://www.amazon.com/Mail-Order-Gloria-Impostor-Christmas-ebook/dp/B09GQLXMVL/ 


Enjoy an excerpt. They went from the stage depot to the church and were married. They've just arrived at the ranch and Dwight is showing Gloria the house:

         Gloria and Dwight climbed the stairs and paused in the hall.

As Tommy and Mike ran past them, Tommy said, “I’m gonna show Mike my room.”

Dwight called, “Mike, pick your room.”

Mike stopped and turned to stare. “You mean I get my own room?”

Dwight laughed. “Sure. Did you think we’d make you sleep hanging from the rafters?”

Solemn, Mike shook his head. “I didn’t know what to think.”

“Now you do. If I were you, I’d choose one next to Tommy’s or across the hall. Doesn’t matter to me which, so suit yourself. But you boys don’t run in the house.”

Tommy grabbed Mike’s arm. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

The two boys walked so fast they almost ran.

She said, “Thank you for making Mike feel welcome. I’m sure he’s had a rough life.”

“No doubt. Guess I’m a little surprised you rescued him. Doesn’t sound like the person from your letters or what Papa’s told me about your life.”

She stopped and stared into his eyes. “That’s not a nice thing to say. Do you believe me to be shallow and selfish?”

He took a step back and raised his hands at his side. “I don’t mean anything bad. Usually if someone has had a lot of… well, advantages, they don’t sympathize as much with those less fortunate. I mean, giving money to a cause is fine, but acting toward an individual is entirely different.” He grimaced. “Your face is all clouded up, so I’ve said that badly.”

She took a deep breath while she counted to ten. “I think I understand your meaning, but don’t judge everyone comfortably well-off by the same standard. I care a great deal about orphans and the homeless and those less fortunate.” He might have intended that for Juliet, but he used poor judgment. Even if she wasn’t the real Juliet, she wanted to give him a stern lecture.

“Look, forgive me for the way I expressed myself. I didn’t mean what I said as an insult.”

She crossed her arms under her chest. “Oooh, I hope you never intend to insult me. That would be excruciating.”

“As Papa often reminds me, when you’re in a hole, quit digging. Let’s look at the rooms on this floor, shall we?”


 

Each of the nine books in the IMPOSTOR FOR CHRISTMAS SERIES uses a different reason for the heroine posing as someone else. Each book is stand alone western historical sweet romance. The first released November 12. The amazing V. McKevitt of Black Widow Cover Designs created the series covers. Don’t miss any of the delightful series. The series page is:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09KRGTCZX 

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Stay safe and keep reading!  

  

Wednesday, December 01, 2021

The Cowboy and His Christmas Rockstar by Kaci Rose

 

 


Don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end of the post.

The Cowboy and His Christmas Rockstar

Rock Springs Texas Book 10

by Kaci Rose

Genre: Holiday Rockstar Romance 


The cowboy who just took over his parent's ranch. The rockstar who's trying to lay low after a recent scandal. And a little small town match making.

One well placed photo and a lot of lies send me running to my sisters in the small town of Rock Springs, Texas to hide from the press for Christmas.

Too bad my sister's plan includes the blind date from hell.

But my brother in law's best friend comes to my rescue.

Ford is every bit the hard muscle cowboy.

Next thing I know he's at my side for everything from the town's secret Santa and Christmas shopping to the Winter Carnival.

It has to be my sister's doing.

But when another record label calls me to talk via a little Christmas Magic the clock starts ticking.

Ford might be fine going with me to Nashville for a weekend but how will we survive a rock star's schedule of tours, recording, and PR?

Then the real reason comes to light as to why I was used staged on those photos and it's a doozy.

Santa do you have one last miracle for me?


Come meet the small town of Rock Springs Texas with a family that has your back, a town that knows your business, and men who love with everything they have.

This is a Steamy, Small Town, Rockstar, Christmas Romance. No Cliffhangers.
This is Book 10 in the Rock Springs Texas Series.
As always there is a satisfying Happy Ever After.
If you love steamy Christmas romances with insta love, hot love scenes, small towns, rockstars, and cowboys, then this one is for you.


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Kaci runs on coffee, chocolate, and Oreos. She loves her book boyfriends with tattoos, muscles, beards, and a little dirty.

Kaci loves romance books and has been jotting down ideas since she was in high school and is now putting the ideas down on paper. She believes in satisfying, happily ever afters with a lot of steam on the way.

She was born and raised in Southwest Florida but is wholeheartedly a mountain girl. She has been reading as many books as she could get her hands on since grade school and loves to travel when she gets the chance.


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Monday, November 29, 2021

Stuck on the Naughty List by Joan Reeves


Stuck on the Naughty List

by Joan Reeves

https://books2read.com/StuckNaughtyList

 BOOK DESCRIPTION 

Cassie arrives home for the holidays. Before she has time to succumb to a severe case of the holiday blues, she’s arrested and taken to jail! 
 

A year ago, Cassie left Ben, the man she loved, so he could have the life he’d been groomed for since birth. Still heartbroken over the break up with Ben—even though it was for his own good—she returns to Capitola, Texas, her small hometown, for Christmas. She hopes the warmth of old friends and family will take away the pain of heartbreak. She just wants the comfort of her grandmother's home where she grew up to help her get through the lonely holidays. 

Instead, she’s arrested on a trumped-up charge and taken downtown to the police station to be charged, fingerprinted, photographed, and booked. That's where she meets the town's new Chief of Police. Could he be the perfect man to mend her broken heart? 

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THE GHOST TOWN OF CAPITOLA 

Stuck on the Naughty List is set in Capitola, Texas, a town that no longer exists. Like many of the more than 1,000 ghost towns, Capitola, located in Mason County which is part of the Texas Hill Country, boomed briefly and then faded away. 

This was the 3rd book I’ve set in a town that was once a real town and is now just a memory. 

Capitola intrigued me from the moment I read about it because it was founded by a woman—and not just any woman, but an avid reader. 

Sarah E. Jenkins, the postmistress, founded the community in 1894. She loved to read and named the town after the heroine in a popular novel of that era: The Hidden Hand, or, Capitola the Madcap by American author E.D.E.N. Southworth. (That’s Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth.) 

The little community failed to thrive, and the post office closed its doors a dozen years later. Then the route of the main road was altered, and the town faded away. However, it was the perfect inspiration for me to create a series with a western swing dance hall, the Capitola Palace Dance Hall, as the center of the social life in the town and surrounding counties which was really the case several years ago. In fact, there are still a few dance halls scattered throughout rural Texas. 


EXCERPT, STUCK ON THE NAUGHTY LIST 

Copyright © 2019 Joan Reeves 

 

Why me? Why me? 

All she wanted was a good night’s sleep in her own bed, in her own room, in Granny’s house. Was that too much to ask? 

Apparently, it was. 

Cassie Johnson shivered so hard her teeth clattered together. She rubbed her bare arms to try to bring some warmth to her skin as she walked to the front of the house. Another of the motion-activated security lights came on, spotlighting her in the darkness. Cassie glanced across the road, hoping old Mr. Cotton hadn’t seen her. He still had hard feelings over his yard being toilet-papered when she was in high school. Not that it was her fault. It was that bully Alfie Felder and his football buddies who’d mistaken Mr. Cotton’s house for Granny’s. 

All was dark across the road. Thank heavens for small mercies. 

When she reached the front of the house, she stopped at the first window. At least the security light under the eaves helped her see what she was doing. Her skin was a landscape of chill bumps. If she didn’t freeze to death, it would be a miracle. 

Please let this window be unlocked. 

She prayed like she hadn’t prayed since she was thirteen and had been caught kissing Kenny Tamez behind the school gym. Back then, she’d prayed the principal wouldn’t call her grandmother. Now she prayed for an unlocked window. She used the garden spade she’d found in a flower pot on the back porch and wedged the metal end of it between the screen and the window sill. Suddenly, the screen popped out of the frame, hitting her, and scratching her arm as it dropped. Muttering about the unfairness of…well, everything in her life, Cassie noticed a half-inch of space between the bottom of the window and the frame. Her mood brightened. She slipped the spade into the gap and tried to pry the window up. Nothing moved. She leaned all her weight on the spade’s handleShe hopped up and down, trying to torque the window up. The window groaned—then the spade bent in half and broke off the handle. Cassie involuntarily lunged forward but managed to catch herself before she crashed head first into the window. 

The blue norther that threatened to freeze her into an icicle wasn’t nearly as blue as the curse words that escaped her mouth. This wasn’t the way her December was supposed to begin. She’d come home to Capitola to see her hometown decked out like a Hallmark movie set and to smell the pine and cedar boughs. She wanted to drink hot spiced cider, eat fruitcakego caroling every weekend, and attend church on Sundays. She wanted to sing and dance at the Palace every night. 

Instead, she’d somehow managed to get herself locked out of the house. Now she was freezing her butt off in the first winter storm blowing through the hills surrounding the town. 

Cassie rolled her eyes skyward—and was rewarded with a snowflake landing on her right eyeball. Oww!” The gusting wind caught her gasp of pain. She blinked rapidly. Could you get frostbite of the eyeball? Another wave of shivering racked her body. Time was running out. Maybe she should have gone to Mr. Cotton’s house as soon as she’d realized she was locked out, but, dressed—or rather undressed—as she was, she hadn’t wanted the old man to see her. He was the worst gossip in town. By breakfast tomorrow, everyone would have known she’d been locked out wearing nothing but her bra, jeans, and house slippers. 

There was another option. She hated the thought of breaking one of the hundred-year-old windows, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Granny wouldn’t want her to freeze to death. She’d forgive her. Break a window or go to Mr. Cotton’s? 

No contest. 

Her breath caught. The two words slipped beneath her radar, and thoughts of Ben filled her mind. 

 

*** 

 

The hotel room was dark. Cassie wanted no lights because it was easier to hide what she planned to do. Her heart literally ached. This was the last night she’d ever spend with Ben. She wanted to remember every detail, embed every sensation in her memory. Then she’d leave him. His mother had made it perfectly clear that she was an anvil around Ben’s neck. If he married her, Cassie would prevent him from having the life he was meant to live. 

Ben’s hands stroked over her shoulders and glided down to the zipper of the red satin dress she’d worn to the party celebrating his passing the bar exam. “You were the most beautiful woman at the party,” he whispered. 

The soft buzz of the zipper was loud in the quiet room. He pushed her dress off her shoulders. 

“Are you sure?” Cassie was proud that her voice was steady. She was helpless to resist his touch. 

“No contest,” Ben whispered, turning her to face him. 

 

*** 

 

Absently, Cassie pressed the gold butterfly on the chain around her neck. The metal felt warm against her chilled skin. Touching it intensified her longing for BenEven though a year had passed, losing him was still like a knife blade plunged into her heart. 

Stop it. Just stop it. 

Thinking about Ben wouldn’t help her solve the problem at hand. She took a deep breath. The cold air burned into her lungs. She had two choices. Well, there was a third, but quietly freezing to death didn’t hold much appeal. The tips of her shaking fingers held a distinctive bluish cast. “Global warming, my ass,” she grumbled. 

Going to Mr. Cotton’s house was out of the question. That left the second option. Cassie started looking for a rock. She found a chunk of limestone the size of her fist beneath one of the boxwood shrubs and picked it up, hefting it. It should be big and hard enough to break one of the thick panes in the antique window. 

A flash of light drew her attention to the road. A car was coming. She saw headlights first as the car topped the hill near the house. 

Oh, crap. 

Flashing blue and red lights washed over the front yard. A police car whipped into the driveway. Like a cheesy horror flick, Cassie stood rooted to the spot. A loud electronic warbling blasted through the night air. Cassie prayed again. For invisibility. Frantically, she looked around for a place to hide. high beam spotlight hit her. She froze. Her eyes narrowed against the sudden brightness. The electronic click of a loudspeaker made her flinch. “Walk toward me with your hands up.” 

Double crap. She recognized that voice. It was Alfie Felder. Could her life get any worse? 

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JOAN REEVES 

Keeping Romance Alive…One Sexy Book at a Time 

Joan Reeves is a NY Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary Romance. All of her stories have the same premise: “It’s never too late to live happily ever after.” 

Joan lives her happily-ever-after with her hero, her husband. They divide their time between a book-cluttered home in Houston and a quiet house at the foot of the Texas Hill Country where they sit on the porch at night, look at the star-studded sky, and listen to the coyotes howl. 

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