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Peace Out
A Peace Series Novella
by Sandra Hurst
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Brent Harrington is gone and Cyn Redman really couldn’t give a rat’s
ass. While the whole town celebrates or mourns the end of the
Harrington dynasty, Cyn’s life is falling apart. Her mother has
recently been diagnosed with cancer, throwing Cyn’s heart, as well
as her future plans into turmoil.
The last thing Cyn is looking for is Jericho, the quiet, soft-spoken
ranch hand from the McBride place. Between the clinic closing, her
mom’s health, and Cyn’s long-delayed college plans, there are
already too many uncertainties. Could Jericho be the anchor she needs
so desperately as her world falls apart? Or is he just another excuse
not to let go of Peace and move on.
ranch hand from the McBride place. Between the clinic closing, her
mom’s health, and Cyn’s long-delayed college plans, there are
already too many uncertainties. Could Jericho be the anchor she needs
so desperately as her world falls apart? Or is he just another excuse
not to let go of Peace and move on.
A mythmaker at heart,
Sandra Hurst has been writing poetry, fantasy and
science fiction since her school days in England. Hurst moved to
Canada in 1980 and was deeply influenced by the wild lands and the
indigenous cultures that surrounded her. Y’keta, her first
full-length novel, is set in a mythical land, untouched by science or
technology, an ancient world
where legends walk and the Sky Road offers a way to the stars.
A member of the Alexandra Writers’ Centre Society, the
Canadian
Science Fiction and Fantasy Association, and The Mythopoeic Society,
Hurst works to build fantasy worlds that allow her readers to join
her in exploring the depths of human interaction in a mythical game
of ‘what if.’
Her first novel, Y’keta, is long-listed for the prestigious
Aurora
Award, for best Canadian fantasy novel (Young Adult) and the
American-based RONE award for break out fantasy novel.
She now lives in Calgary, Alberta with her
husband and son, both of whom
she loves dearly, and has put up for sale on e-bay when their
behaviour demanded it.
husband and son, both of whom
she loves dearly, and has put up for sale on e-bay when their
behaviour demanded it.
“A large hazelnut latte, please.” Jericho said, “And for me…” The girl behind the counter winked at him
saucily, her blue eyes more than a little interested. “A fresh Chai for you, coming up.”
“Erm.” On a fair complexion, Cyn guessed, she would have seen a bright-red blush, but on Jericho it was
more like the ghost of a blush. It flashed under his dark skin and an embarrassed smile flickered through
his eyes and was gone.
Jericho coughed, paid for the drinks, apologized for making a mess, and gestured for Cyn to lead as they
headed back toward her waiting laptop.
Cyn took a long sip of her gloriously hot latte and licked the milk froth from her top lip, blushing a little
when Jericho’s eyes fixated on her mouth. She hadn’t meant to do that. Well, maybe she had. My
emotions are getting out of control, she warned herself, terrified that letting her guard down with Jericho
would let the “too much” boil over.
NOT PG 13. –
Sliding his hand into the hair at the back of her neck, he angled her head down toward his, eyes fascinated
by her lips. “Miss Cynthia, may I…”
Cyn had had enough of waiting for her southern gentleman, leaning in she closed the gap between their
lips. Closing her eyes and letting go of all the reasons she shouldn’t be doing this, she gave herself to this
moment, and to Jericho. His lips were firm and soft, the hand against her cheek felt callused, but not
rough. He gently explored the contours of her face, shooting fireworks through her heart and, as he pulled
her closer, warming her body until it melted against his. Her hands wandered, almost instinctively, over
the muscled outlines of his chest, delighting in the contrast between the soft denim shirt and the hot, hard
man who wore it. Jericho growled softly, nipping at her lips in appreciation. She sighed, opening further
to him, asking, although she didn’t quite know what for.
He knew. His hand grasped her head tighter and his agile tongue slipped between her lips to stroke the
roof of her mouth. One large hand cupped her breast, the soft weight no more than a palmful for the big
cowboy. She gasped when his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, making it pebble tightly beneath the
soft chiffon.
The giggles of a couple of teenagers shattered their privacy. Jericho and Cyn looked at each other withembarrassment, recognizing the same young couple that they had chased out of the stairwell earlier.
“Cynthia, I…” Cyn put a shushing finger over his lips. “Shush, Jericho,” she said quietly, nodding at the
pair of teenagers peering through the windows of the stairwell door. “I think we’ve given them quite
enough to talk about for now.”
saucily, her blue eyes more than a little interested. “A fresh Chai for you, coming up.”
“Erm.” On a fair complexion, Cyn guessed, she would have seen a bright-red blush, but on Jericho it was
more like the ghost of a blush. It flashed under his dark skin and an embarrassed smile flickered through
his eyes and was gone.
Jericho coughed, paid for the drinks, apologized for making a mess, and gestured for Cyn to lead as they
headed back toward her waiting laptop.
Cyn took a long sip of her gloriously hot latte and licked the milk froth from her top lip, blushing a little
when Jericho’s eyes fixated on her mouth. She hadn’t meant to do that. Well, maybe she had. My
emotions are getting out of control, she warned herself, terrified that letting her guard down with Jericho
would let the “too much” boil over.
NOT PG 13. –
Sliding his hand into the hair at the back of her neck, he angled her head down toward his, eyes fascinated
by her lips. “Miss Cynthia, may I…”
Cyn had had enough of waiting for her southern gentleman, leaning in she closed the gap between their
lips. Closing her eyes and letting go of all the reasons she shouldn’t be doing this, she gave herself to this
moment, and to Jericho. His lips were firm and soft, the hand against her cheek felt callused, but not
rough. He gently explored the contours of her face, shooting fireworks through her heart and, as he pulled
her closer, warming her body until it melted against his. Her hands wandered, almost instinctively, over
the muscled outlines of his chest, delighting in the contrast between the soft denim shirt and the hot, hard
man who wore it. Jericho growled softly, nipping at her lips in appreciation. She sighed, opening further
to him, asking, although she didn’t quite know what for.
He knew. His hand grasped her head tighter and his agile tongue slipped between her lips to stroke the
roof of her mouth. One large hand cupped her breast, the soft weight no more than a palmful for the big
cowboy. She gasped when his thumb brushed lightly over her nipple, making it pebble tightly beneath the
soft chiffon.
The giggles of a couple of teenagers shattered their privacy. Jericho and Cyn looked at each other withembarrassment, recognizing the same young couple that they had chased out of the stairwell earlier.
“Cynthia, I…” Cyn put a shushing finger over his lips. “Shush, Jericho,” she said quietly, nodding at the
pair of teenagers peering through the windows of the stairwell door. “I think we’ve given them quite
enough to talk about for now.”
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