The Ghost Had An Early Checkout Book Tour & Giveaway


The Ghost Had an Early Checkout
Sequel to The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks
by Josh Lanyon
Genre: LGBT Mystery
To live
and draw in L.A.
Now living in Los Angeles with former navy SEAL Nick Reno, artist
Perry
Foster comes to the rescue of elderly and eccentric Horace Daly, the
legendary film star of such horror classics as Why Won’t You Die, My
Darling?
Horace owns the famous, but now run-down, Hollywood hotel Angels
Rest,
rumored to be haunted. But as far as Perry can tell, the scariest
thing about Angels Rest is the cast of crazy tenants–one of whom
seems determined to bring down the final curtain on Horace–and
anyone else who gets in the way.

The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks
by
Josh Lanyon

His romantic weekend in ruins, shy twenty-something artist Perry Foster

learns that things can always get worse when he returns home from San
Francisco to find a dead body in his bathtub. A dead body in a very
ugly sportscoat — and matching socks. The dead man is a stranger to
Perry, but that’s not much of a comfort; how did a strange dead man
get in a locked flat at the isolated Alton Estate in the wilds of the
“Northeast Kingdom” of Vermont? Perry turns to help from
“tall, dark and hostile” former navy SEAL Nick Reno — but
is Reno all that he seems?

Josh Lanyon is the author of over sixty titles of classic Male/Male

fiction featuring twisty mystery, kickass adventure and unapologetic
man-on-man romance.

Her work has been translated into eleven languages. The FBI thriller Fair
Game was the first Male/Male title to be published by Harlequin
Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the
Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published
in print. In 2016 Fatal Shadows placed #5 in Japan’s annual Boy Love
novel list (the first and only title by a foreign author to place).
The Adrien English Series was awarded All Time Favorite Male/Male
Series in the 2nd Annual contest held by the 20,000+ Goodreads M/M
Group. Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary
Award finalist (twice for Gay Mystery), and the first ever recipient
of the Goodreads M/M Hall of Fame award.
Josh is married and lives in Southern California.
Nick was brooding over this, staring out the window over the kitchen sink at the smog-dimmed stars,
when he heard the smothered sound of Perry’s cough outside the apartment door. He stepped out of the
kitchen as Perry’s key turned the lock.
Perry opened the door, clearly surprised to find the lights on. His thin, pointy face lit up as he spotted
Nick. “Hey, you’re home!”
Nick retorted, “One detective per family is e—” but the rest of it was cut off as Perry launched himself.
Nick’s arms automatically locked around him, and his mouth came down hard on Perry’s eager one.
What was it about Perry? He was cute enough, sure. Medium height, lanky, boyish-looking. His hair was
blond and spiky. His eyes were big and brown and as long-lashed as a cartoon character’s. In this town
where two out of every three guys looked like they were trying out for a role in a major motion picture,
Perry was almost strikingly ordinary. Maybe that was it. The fact that Perry didn’t look like everyone
else. That he didn’t act like everyone else.
It was funny, though, because Perry was almost the complete opposite of what Nick had always thought
was his type. Not that he had really thought of himself as having a type—beyond wanting someone with a
penis.
Even after nine months, that unstinting…what the hell would you call it? Sweetness sounded too sappy,
but there was something so honest, so generous in Perry’s responses. It made Nick’s heart feel too big for
his chest. Closed his throat so that he could rarely say the things he wanted to say, things that Perry
deserved to hear.
I love you. It scares me how much I love you.
Instead, he said gruffly, “Where the hell have you been at this hour?”
Perry didn’t seem to hear the gruffness. His wide brown eyes smiled guilelessly up into Nick’s. “I was
sketching—”
He had to stop, though, starting to wheeze. He threw an apologetic look at Nick and dug out his rescue
inhaler. He took a couple of quick puffs while Nick watched, frowning.
This was not good. He didn’t like the sudden alarming reappearance of coughing and wheezing. He put ahand on Perry’s shoulder. Under Nick’s tutelage, Perry had built up some muscle, but he had not really
put on much weight. His shoulders were still bony, his collarbones sharp.
“You okay?”
Perry put the inhaler away—he didn’t like using it in front of Nick. As if he thought Nick looked down on
him for it?
He said, “It was so dusty up there!”
“Where? Where’ve you been?” Nick hoped he didn’t sound as accusatory as he did to his own ears.
“I drove up to Angel’s Rest.”
“Where?”
“That old hotel in the hills. Remember at Dorian’s exhibition last Saturday? The 1920s hotel in those
photos?”
“The abandoned place on Laurel Canyon?”
Jesus fucking Christ. He remembered Perry had seemed fascinated by those photos. But hiking around
those hills on his own? Anything could happen to him, from being bit by a rattlesnake to running into
some crazed homeless person.
Nick didn’t let any of that show on his face. That was one thing he had decided early on. He was not
going to undermine Perry’s confidence or self-resilience with his own fears. Perry was not his child, he
was his partner. Physically frail or not, he was a grown man.
“Right,” Perry said quickly, as though he sensed everything Nick was determined not to say. “Only it’s
not abandoned. Well, not completely.”
Now, studying him more closely in the lamplight, Nick noticed Perry’s T-shirt was smeared with dust and
torn at the collar. And—more alarming—his knuckles were scraped and cut.
Perry said, “Anyway, I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t know you’d be home tonight. I bought pork chops for
when you got home.”
“Were you in fight?”
Perry’s eyelashes flicked up guiltily. “Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
Nick felt as winded as if Perry had punched him. Trying to picture him in a fight was… Well, yes, Nick
had been showing him some moves, tried to prepare him a little in case he ever had to defend himself, but
still, Perry in a fight?
“I’ve got a lot to tell you,” Perry said. “Should I cook the pork chops?”
“I’ll fix us something to eat. You talk.”

 

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Vander Villes Book Tour & Giveaway


When Beauty Met the Beast
Vandervilles #1
by Khardine Gray
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Beneath the luxurious lifestyle and the glamor of fame and fortune held by

the Vandervilles, lies a dangerous web of secrets and a twisted tale
of passion, and suspense.

With wealth, power, and beauty in abundance their dominant name
prevails.
But trouble is about to come their way and throw their lives into
turmoil.
One man consumed with the quest for revenge seeks to ruin their lives
and
destroy them one by one.
Witness the brilliantly vindictive plan to bring down Benjamin
Vanderville,
the deceitful precarious States Attorney of California and his wife
Regina, reigning queen of the fashion world.
Fall in love with the warmth of romance that blossoms between Wade
Vanderville and Chloe Matthews.
And walk the road of betrayal as Taylor Vanderville discovers where
loyalties lie.
The riveting tale of When Beauty Met the Beast will
grip you and captivate you right from the start…
**Only .99 cents!!**

Secrets and Lies

 

Vandervilles #2
Simmering secrets and lies burst into a tempestuous roil in Secrets and Lies.
Discover who gets burned and who, if
anyone, makes it through
unscathed.
Stability Rocked
As Wade’s whirlwind romance with Chloe starts to stabilize, his
ex-girlfriend turns up desperate to destroy what firm ground the two
have forged. Wade’s love for Chloe has grown so deep that he’ll
do anything to protect what he has with her – even if it means
spinning a new web of lies.
The Agony of Betrayal
Still reeling from the double betrayal of her father and lover, Taylor
barely regains her feet… only to fall in love all over again with
her cheating lover. The attraction is so strong she can’t stop
herself, even though she knows she must.
Matriarch and Mother

Seeing her daughter suffering is breaking Regina’s heart. She yearns to

give all the help she can but… Ben is scheming to use Runway to
financially back his bid for Governor. Will her struggles to keep her
family safe come at the expense of her daughter?

Murder!
Wade finally gives in and goes to his ex even though he knows he
shouldn’t. But she’s dead and the cops finger him as the killer.
Only the real killer is still on the loose and hunting…

Into the Rabbit Hole

 

Vandervilles #3
Chaos Reigns
Wade’s been arrested, a killer is on the
loose, and Ben’s crimes are
catching up with him. Will anyone in this family emerge from the
chaos unscathed?
Murder Mystery
Chloe and Wesley dig deep to discover what is really going on and to
prove
Wade’s innocence. The deeper they dig the more the shocking truth
becomes visible. Will they discover the man behind the drama? What
happens if they do?
No Longer Hidden

The light finally shines of the crimes that Ben has committed, but

unleashes more trouble. As always Regina is caught in the middle, but
this time it’s worse. She doesn’t know where she’ll begin to
fix things.

Forgive and Forget?
Can Taylor forgive, forget, and finally move on? Will she be able to see
the world with the fresh clear eyes that only forgiveness of a
betrayal can give? Will she be able to trust again?
Kiss and Make Up
Can Chloe accept Wade’s past and all the chaos ebb to allow the deep,
romantic love they so richly deserve?
Follow the twists and turns to the stunning conclusion of Into The
Rabbit
Hole!

Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her

husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.

She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing
and ice skating.
When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot
chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends.
No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of
Khardine’s books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and
characters she creates.
 

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. Let your plans be dark
and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.
Sun Tzu couldn’t have said it better in The Art of War.
What a great book, with solid words of wisdom. Wisdom that could be applied to
everyday life. Those were the best books.
Books that captured the essence of the human mind and helped you to overthrow your
enemies.
Precision was the key, along with meticulous planning. That was what you needed when
you were dealing with people like the Vandervilles. You had to plan for them with accuracy.
Otherwise, there would be no effect.
To destroy people like them you had to work your way in from the inside, and by the time
they realized something was amiss, it would be too late.
Like being poisoned. And, like the insidious toxins from a potent blend of poison, that was
exactly how I planned to work.
Find their weaknesses, exploit and obliterate them, along with anyone dumb enough to
associate with them. As far as I was concerned, they were just as bad and would have no mercy
from me.
No one would.
My mother didn’t get any as she begged for her life. There was no form of mercy shown
to her, none whatsoever as she pleaded and cried from the depths of her soul. Praying and
screaming for God until her last breath departed from her body. Mercy never even entered their
minds.
My mother was a sweet woman who loved too much. Her kindness and sweet nature
were her weakness. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and evil people took advantage.
I would never forget her, and how she suffered as I watched her die. I was helpless thenbut promised I wouldn’t allow her death to be in vain. I wouldn’t allow the life she lived to signify
nothing.
I wouldn’t allow the beautiful spirit she had to fade away.
Those people would not take that from her.
It had taken me a long time to get to this stage. A very long time. Years and patience.
But, now I was here, at this point, and ready with a plan so dark and impenetrable it
would strike them down with crippling effects. I’d conquer them all and make sure that they all
paid for what they did. Every last one of those self-indulgent, vile, materialistic Vandervilles.
By the time I finished with them, they’d all beg for death, which I’d gladly offer. Oh, so
gladly. I relished the thought just like I did the taste of candy. Sweet and desirable.
The stage was finally set and the actors all in position. All I had to do now was sit back
and watch the long-awaited, grand performance.
Lights, camera, action…

 

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Blinded Book Tour & Giveaway


Blinded
Bound Series Book 2
by Jennifer Dean
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Despite the attack that almost took her life, Emma Morgan has accepted the

risk that comes from being in love with an immortal like Liam Alexander.

But continuing to seek the approval of her older brother is a whole
different struggle, and when tensions finally reach a breaking point
between the siblings, looming enemies take advantage of the
distraction.
 
 

 

Bound

Bound Series Book 1

When fate leads Emma Morgan back to her small hometown of Washington, she

learns that the life she knew three years ago has changed once she
meets the charmingly, mysterious Liam Alexander. But when her brother
Sean, voices his disapproval, Emma finds her loyalty in the way of
her newfound curiosity of the youngest Alexander. Only the more she
tries to avoid Liam the more she finds him in her constant company.

A risk that leads down a dangerous path once Emma begins to discover a
secret about the Alexanders that no human should ever know.
 
 
 
 
I was never that child you
found in the corner reading. In fact, I
loathed the idea of picking up a book. The activity seemed more of a
chore than a past time.
All that changed when my
brother began talking to me about the newest novel he was
reading.
Harry Potter and The Order of the
Phoenix.
Before
I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me, luring me to try the
series. It didn’t take long for my mindset of reading to turn on its head.
But even with my
new hobby discovered it wasn’t until my junior year of college that I
developed a hidden desire for writing stories. And when I found
myself writing scenes instead of paying attention to my professors, I
knew becoming a writer was the career path I was meant to follow.
 

Within seconds we were on highway 264, heading toward the Alexander mansion—or Goose Creek
Park to those unaware of the Alexander’s true residence.
“Now are you going to tell me why we had to fake an illness to escape me from school grounds?” I
looked down at our hands with a gulp before finding the courage to look back at up him.
“Time is of the essence,” Liam said.
“Why?”
With my stubbornness beginning to surface, Liam looked at me with prideful satisfaction while the
same hesitation I had seen in the school hallway lingered within his eyes. I was going to have to
drag it out of him. It would have been convenient to have Sean’s ability right now.
“Liam…” I paused with a frustrated sigh to his silence as he looked back out the windshield. “What is
so bad that you had to ask me to leave school? Your face doesn’t exactly look as if you got the urge
to head out on vacation.”
“Would you go with me if I asked?”
Liam turned his neck to gaze at me with eyes so bright they almost frightened me. How could
someone look so hopeful and saddened at the same time?
“Anywhere. Anytime,” I said.
“Maybe when I…”
He stopped himself with his words, gripping his knuckles tightly on the steering wheel.
“Maybe when you what?” I closed my eyes as I spoke his name aloud as if it were a password.
“Liam…” They opened back to gaze upon his dirty blonde hair. “Please just tell me. What’s wrong?”
I sat in silence shifting my eyes around his face as if they were a plane and I was trying to find a
safe place to land. I waited in continued silence as I caught sight of the road that lead to the
Alexander Mansion. Just when the white of the mansion peeked through the trees Liam finally spoke
without looking at me.
“Something’s happened.”
I ignored my desire to be angry with his silence up to this point.
He was ready to tell, so I was ready to listen.
“What has?”
Liam pulled swiftly into the curved drive before putting it in park and turning his body completely to
face me. He closed his eyes with a sigh for only a second’s composure before opening them with an
exhale. My heart beat faster, afraid of his next words.
“Sean didn’t come back from his watch this morning.”
At the sound of Sean’s name I grabbed instinctively at the door handle for support. My stomach
barrel rolled with a fear, and a shiver ran up my spine, leaving me dizzy. Liam’s hand moved to
gently hold my face level with his own, forcing me to concentrate on him. My eyes desperately
wanted to shift down in panic as I thought about Sean’s fate, but the emerald glow of Liam’s eyes
were enough to hold me. Unfortunately, they couldn’t stop the dark thoughts from circling my mind.
Where is he? Was he distracted from last night? This is my fault.
“Oh God, that was something important when Grace called. Was that when they knew…and we
waited the whole period…what do we–”
The last time I had been this jumbled was when I had discovered Sean was immortal. Each thought
ran wildly in every direction, spreading panic in its path. I felt my deep breaths become shorter upon
each inhale.
“Emma?”
Liam’s gentle tone brought my focus back enough to voice my fears.
“He’s missing?” I said.
“Yes,” Liam said.
I could feel the sweat glisten my palms as my heart beat even faster. I slowly reached my right hand up to lay
on top of Liam’s left as my lips pulled together.
“But he’s not de—”
“No.”
I breathed out a small sigh of relief at his interruption. I dropped my hands into my lap, grateful
because I didn’t think I could have even finished the last word of my question.
“Come on,” Liam said.
He dropped his hands from my face and reached for the door handle. I quickly followed him out ofthe car, meeting at the end of his car’s hood. We held onto each other’s hands as we ran–at my
pace–up the curved porch stairs. Despite my lack of concentration to each step, I was impressed
that I hadn’t tripped.
Once reaching the porch we slowed, not stopping as Patrick opened the door, ushering us inside.
Once in the living room, my eyes bounced from left to right, shocked to see every member of the
Alexander clan. Well, everyone except my brother.
Liam and I dropped hands as I gazed at the right side of the room to see Grace next to William. She
was talking on the phone to someone while William looked at a map. Liam began heading in their
direction. I followed him on auto-pilot, my mind still processing the situation. As I got closer, I could hear
Grace.
“Yes, Kallie. The scent goes north before dropping off completely.”
As Grace listened to Kallie’s reply on the other end, I gazed up to see her withdrawn cheeks and
brightened sapphire eyes. Grace looked back at me for only a few seconds before looking back at
the map.
“I understand,” Grace said.
She stood listening to Kallie before letting her eyes close for only a second’s need of composure.
“Thank you,” Grace said before ending the call with her thumb, and placing the cell phone into her
pocket.
Whatever Kallie had said it must have been about Sean. My stomach tensed as I watched Grace
lower her finger to the map.
“Liam, you head south while Will and I head past the northern border,” Grace said.
There were so many things happening it was hard to know what to ask first.
“You’re going?” I said.
I turned my head to meet Liam’s already waiting eyes. They weren’t the only pair that gazed back at
me.
“There’s a better chance of finding him if the three of us go,” Liam said.
I nodded with my small exhale. The voice in my mind told me to shut up. It wasn’t my business to
question how immortals tracked. I guess it was just human nature to worry about those you love. I
was torn between the uneasiness of Liam leaving and the gratefulness of his selfless search to find
my brother.
“You’re right,” I said choosing the latter.
If only I had the gift to see into Sean’s thoughts the way he had read mine after Henry had taken me.
I could end this search immediately and send them to get him. But I couldn’t. I could do nothing.
I sighed, focusing my eyes on the ground before they suddenly froze in place with a new thought.
No, I couldn’t peek within Sean’s mind but he could always hear what was in mine. Sean. If you’re
still alive—god I didn’t mean that—I just mean if you are hearing me now then I want you to know
one thing. They’re going to find you. They are going to bring you back to me so that I can see you
one last time. And once I see you are okay, I promise I will give you your wish and let you move on
with your new life. I promise, big brother. I love you.

 

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Fountain Dead Book Tour & Giveaway


Fountain Dead
by Theresa Braun
Genre: YA Horror
Mark is
uprooted from his home and high school in the Twin Cities and
forced to move with his family into a Victorian in Nowhere-ville.
Busy with the relocation and fitting in, Mark’s parents don’t see
what’s unfolding around them—the way rooms and left behind
objects seem alive with a haunted past.
Of course, Mark keeps his ghostly
encounters to himself, all the while
sinking deeper into the house’s dark, alluring, and ultimately
terrifying history. As romantic entanglements intensify, the
paranormal activity escalates. Past and present come together.
Everything is connected—from the bricks in the walls to the hearts
beating in their chests, all the secrets of Fountain Dead are finally
unearthed.
 
 

Theresa Braun was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and has carried some of
that
hardiness with her to South Florida where she currently resides. An
English teacher and adjunct college professor for over thirteen
years, she continues to share her enthusiasm for literary arts with
her students. She earned a Masters in English literature with a
thesis on Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. In her spare time, she
enjoys delving into her own creative writing, painting, photography
and even ghost hunting. Spending time with her family and traveling
as often possible are two of her passions. In fact, her world
meanderings are often backdrops for her work. Striving to make the
world a better place is something dear to her heart.

The vapor wafting from the stagnant pool smelled like the rancid rot from inside a carcass. Mark
felt he breathed in fire. The gooey surface boiled and foamed as if a prehistoric substance. His
heart stopped as something emerged. A goopy and gnarled dome became a sickly face. The
eyelids still closed, the rest of the form rose, covered in green.
A tattered dress clung to the feminine curves. The cloth slipped from the shoulders, drawing
his attention to her skin. The texture made him gag.
A sour taste of bile filled his mouth. His skin contracted as he contemplated her spongy flesh.
Her black eyes sprang open like a demonic doll’s. Her inhuman gaze stabbed his very core, and
he knew he was facing a soul-less being. The eyes burned like hot stove burners.
A decomposing hand extended toward his throat.
Mark woke, wet with perspiration. His pillowcase and sheets were damp, as if he’d taken a
swim in the fountain. That idea made him unable to breathe. His heartbeat sped along at a rate
close to heart attack status as he tried not to blow a gasket about the evil that lie in wait. He
whipped his pillow from behind his head and squashed it to his chest. No one would grasp what
he’d been feeling—or what he’d been seeing.
His lip trembled.
Something—a fiend, a spirit, the fountain—wanted to hurt him.
Mark’s chest compressed.
The devil on his shoulder advised him that his mother had to be right. All of the metal music,
the cartoons, the swearing, had been an invitation for demons and darkness. Forget the fact that
none of his friends had ever mentioned opening some gateway to hell. These dark forces had
chosen him.He lied back, exhaustion sinking him deeper into the mattress. After pulling the blood warm
sheets up to his chin, he shunned the moonlight streaming into the room. The crooked claws of
the branches squealed against the half-open windowpane. Summer’s hot breath puffed into the
house. Mark didn’t have to strain to hear its griping—the sighs of the woodwork and the
building’s various joints.
The door to the servants’ quarters was open again. However, that bothered him less and less.
A perfume of fragrant flowers sent him to sleep.

 

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No Cowboys No Angels Book Tour & Giveaway


No Cowboys No Angels
The Mystery Angel Romances Book 1
by Petie McCarty
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Kellen Brand’s inheritance turns out to be a whopper—
one
dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel!
Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside,
she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke
Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family’s
secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a
town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and
Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.
Unfortunately,
Kellen can’t seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a
clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and
she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It’s her only hope
of staying alive.
Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . .

Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World — “The

Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She
eventually said good-bye to her “day” job to write her
stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels
to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her
cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery
Angel Romances.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.
 

Without warning, a gunshot sounded, and the bullet ricocheted off a tree about twenty
feet away. The Appaloosa jerked hard at the gunshot and then reared. The reins ripped from
Kellen’s grasp. She grabbed the saddle horn with both hands and concentrated only on staying in
the saddle. The frightened Appaloosa reared a second time, then bolted for open ground. Kellen
could do little more than hang on for dear life.
Two leaping strides and Lily had surged to a full-on gallop, streaking for the open grassy
hills. Thundering hooves sounded behind them, and Luke shouted for Kellen to stop. She was
helpless, too scared to even glance back at him for fear her grip would loosen. The reins trailed
beneath the Appaloosa’s pounding hooves as the mare continued her panicked race to nowhere.
If the mare’s hooves got tangled in the dragging reins, they would both go down.
A fallen tree appeared directly in the mare’s path, and Kellen let loose a scream as the
sure-footed horse gamely cleared the tree trunk like a thoroughbred jumper. Kellen slipped to the
right side of the saddle when the Appaloosa landed, and they galloped on across the open field.
One leg still straddled the saddle and her other leg dangled precariously between the matched
pairs of pounding hooves. She heaved her leg up tight as she could to the mare’s belly and
prayed it didn’t get tangled with Lily’s legs, but her muscles weakened with every stride and
bounce she sustained. And still the Appaloosa galloped, sheer adrenaline keeping the mare out in
front of the mighty Windsor.
Bred for endurance, the mare focused on putting as much distance between her and the
gunshot as possible. The powerful hooves pounded across the open pasture. Kellen’s arms and
legs ached, and she didn’t know how much longer she could maintain her balance. If she slipped
off the mare, she would be trampled to death the second she hit the ground.
As that thought flashed through her brain, Lily hit a gully and waggled her stride enough
to send Kellen further off-kilter. Her knuckles turned white from the pressure of her death grip
on the saddle horn, and her legs had nothing left to give. She prayed that if she slipped further,
she could muster hidden strength to push off and roll away from the thundering hooves.
The mare aimed for a small copse of trees perched on the side of a hill, and a fresh wave
of terror slammed through Kellen. Low hanging limbs would tear her from the horse. Suddenly,
Luke appeared alongside. His long arm snaked around her waist and yanked her off the panicked
Appaloosa. He slowed Windsor with each stride until he could slow the stallion to a stop and
gently lower Kellen to the ground. Her legs gave way the second her feet touched solid ground,
and she crumpled to the grass in a heap.
Before she could take a full breath, two strong arms lifted her up, and Luke crushed her
tight to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding out its rhythm, as Windsor’s hooves had
moments before. A single sob erupted when she tried to draw a breath, and she clung to him with
what little strength she had left. Her muscles quivered, and she didn’t care. For once in her life,
she didn’t want to be tough. She just wanted this big, strong man to hold on tight.
Long moments passed. Her legs grew steady. Luke eased back, and a cold wave of
disappointment rushed over her. He took her face in his hands and gently brushed his lips against
hers, as though asking permission. Whether it was her close call with death or the way Luke had
looked when he said her mother was wonderful—Kellen didn’t know and didn’t care—she gave
up trying to resist this man and threw her arms around his neck, pressed her lips to his. His
muscles flexed hard and pressed her tight against him. His fingers threaded into her curls and
then closed into a fist to hold tight.She grew lightheaded, and yet he kissed her as though he would never stop. His mouth
tasted and searched hers, first gently and then passionately and then gently yet again, keeping her
off-balance. This sometime-frightening, sometime-charismatic man seduced desires from deep
within her soul where she kept them under lock and key. She knew she should pull away, but she
couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She felt his muscles flex beneath her hands, and fresh waves of giddying
hunger rifled up her spine.

 

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