Hunter ~ Julie lence

 It's release week for Hunter!  

   

For his last mission with the army, Hunter Barlow volunteers to go to Jackson Creek and round up supplies for the regimens camped outside of town. Not only does Jackson Creek put him that much closer to the California brothel that was his childhood home, but his brothers are there and settling a score with them is of the utmost importance. They deserted him, left him with a mother who despised him. But when the woman Jackson Creek’s mayor hires to cook and clean for the army’s headquarters off, Hunter hires Tawny Monroe to take her place. A working girl with bright blue eyes, something about Tawny suggests he’d rather keep time with her than seek vengeance on his brothers.     

 

   Tawny Monroe fled Baltimore and her aunt’s constant badgering for a chance at freedom, but penniless in Austin, she was forced to take a job as a working girl. Feeling the sharp sting of the saloon owner’s hand too many times, she stole away to Landries in Jackson Creek, only a working girl’s wages don’t readily provide an escape from the past, so when handsome army sergeant Hunter Barlow offers her honest work cooking and cleaning for him, she readily accepts, hoping he’ll find favor with her skills and take her with him back to his fort. But when something deep within lurches toward Hunter’s honesty and muscles, Tawny isn’t so sure freedom is what she wants most of all.    

Excerpt:

The door to her room swung open. “You’re not going to Kansas, darlin’.” Hunter stood in the archway. “You’re coming to California with me.”

Her pulse racing, Tawny considered his silhouette filling the doorway. “That’s the second time you’ve referred to me by that term.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“What are you saying?”

“I…” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Without seeing his features close up, she couldn’t decipher his reason for wanting her to accompany him. He couldn’t have had a change of heart regarding relationships this quick. “I think the storm has disturbed more than your sleep.”

“You’d rather go with the captain?”

“You’re putting words in my mouth. But to answer your question, I don’t want to go to with the captain. I want to go with you.”

“Good. We have a few days. I’ll find a horse for you and—”

“I didn’t say I would go with you. I—”

“Why not?” He shoved away from the doorjamb, ambled toward her. “Don’t you like me?”

“My feelings have nothing to do with the issue.” She gulped as he lowered his weight to the mattress near her feet. “What would I do in California?”

“You’d help me. I plan to convert Ma’s brothel into a hotel.”

“But… I know nothing about hotels.”

“Neither do I. We’ll learn.”

“I don’t know, Hunter.” She fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. Part of her was tempted. Riding with him and then working alongside him afforded her opportunity to earn his trust, to prove to him all relationships weren’t meant to hurt him.

I can convince him to hold me against him, to kiss me and to—

“Don’t say no.” He slid his weight toward her. “You’re the first person I’ve cared about in a long spell. Hell, you’re the first woman I’ve ever favored. I can’t explain it, seeing how we just met.” His large palm cupped her cheek. “Don’t make me ride home alone, Tawny. Please?”

My stars! He did have a sudden change of heart. “I like you, too, but—”

“No buts. You want your freedom and you’ll have it. I ain’t gonna run roughshod over you.”

Lightning flashed outside the window, enabling her to detect a scowl on his lips. “You want to run roughshod over me?” She shook off his palm and eased back from him.

“Not you, Pearl.” His scowl deepened. “If she was a man, I’d shoot her. Landry left because Pearl lied to Ma that Landry stole from Ma. And when Ma died, Pearl stole the brothel from me. I wouldn’t have left California if I had a home.”

Mother of God, but he should hate all women. Most had been cruel to him. Then again, she didn’t hate all men. “I’ll go with you. But you must know, I haven’t ridden in two years, and even then I was nervous. But I wanted to get here, so I didn’t think about it.”

“No worries. Soon as I find a horse gentle enough for you, I’ll help you gain confidence in the saddle.”

“Your brothers have horses.”

“Yep.” He stood. “Best we sleep. Tomorrow promises to try my patience.” He went to the door and paused, came back to her. “Tawny, I ain’t much. Just an army man who steals supplies in back alleys and fleeces gamblers at the poker tables.” He cupped her cheek again. “Something upset you today. Whatever it is, you’ll tell me when you’re ready. Until then, stay close to me. Like having you near.”

 

 Hunter is devilishly handsome as his brothers, Slade and Landry, and just as headstrong. More importantly, he's looking to settle a score with them. To find out why, and to discover what Tawny really thinks about moving to California with Hunter, grab a copy today. Available exclusively at Amazon. 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09KNL43X9  

Interview w/ Lydia Tyler from Lydia's Gunslinger By: Julie Lence

Thank you for joining us today, Lydia. Your likeness is to the left, so readers can visualize you as you answer the following questions:   

Where is home? Austin, Texas. Mama and Papa have a grand city house, with a cook and two maids. Mama enjoys socializing with her circle of friends and helping at the church. Papa works closely with the governor. Actually, he and the governor share a relationship akin to brothers. I’ve referred to the governor as my uncle most of my life.        

What is your family like? It’s just Mama, Papa and me, and the servants. Mama is very sweet and has a kind heart for everyone. My growing up years, she and I had tea every afternoon when I came home from school. She taught me to appreciate fine silks and satins, to conduct myself in a manner befitting a lady, and to never look down on someone else.

Papa works long hours and is often called away on business. He’s like Mama in that he has a kind heart and goes out of his way to help those in need. Regarding me, he’s strict, but he’s also loving and indulges my every whim, including my latest quest to find suitable homes for 4 orphans.

What brings you to Revolving Point, Texas? I have failed the children miserably. I asked everyone I know, and could not find homes for them. They are such sweet innocents. Ben’s almost a man. His sister, Abby, is pretty and as kind as Mama. Their little brother is adorable, and Lacy clings to me so much that I fear even if I did locate suitable parents for her, she wouldn’t go with them. Which got me to thinking that maybe they could stay with me. Not at Mama and Papa’s city home. There isn’t room. But an orphanage, with plenty of bedrooms and a long table to share meals…

I’ve scoured Austin for a lot to build an orphanage, but I again failed. Then Papa suggested I didn’t have to build in Austin, that Texas is home to several towns that have space to build an orphanage as grand as I envision. I traversed Texas and settled on Revolving Point. The Rio Grande flows just behind town. I can teach the children to swim, and the land I chose has apple trees and room for horses… a more perfect area doesn’t exist.      

What did you think the 1^st time you saw Roth? That he was in desperate need of a haircut. His stringy hair touched his shoulders. Worse was the guns he wore. I detest guns and violence.    

How would Roth describe you? I’m sure he’d say I’m uptight and snobbish, maybe even a prude, and too outspoken, but I have little choice but to present a strong façade. The children are of the utmost importance to me, and I will do whatever is necessary to ensure they have a home… to ensure they know they are loved, even if that means ruffling a few feathers. Now, if I can rid myself of the annoying Mr. Coper, the headmaster Papa hired to help with the children’s education, I just may succeed with all of my plans.     

How would you describe Roth? Now that I’ve had time to get to know him, he’s definitely a menace… on the outside. On the inside, he has a heart worth knowing, worth loving. He cares greatly for the children and abhors Mr. Cooper. If only he’d hold me close to him…    

How do you relax? I don’t. The children and overseeing the building of the orphanage take up so much of my time, as does Mr. Cooper usurping my authority. If I had to venture a guess, I suppose I’d answer with a hot cup of tea at the end of a long day, with my feet propped up on a stool, but those times are rare.     

What is your biggest fear? That Mr. Cooper will ruin all of my plans for the orphanage. From day one of Papa hiring him, he’s tried to wrestle control from me, and has succeeded on a few matters. Most recently, he had a wall built to divide my office inside the orphanage into two rooms. Blessedly, Roth tore down the wall. Guns, danger; he really is a good man.    

What is the best advice someone gave you? A long time ago, Papa told me if something was worth having, then I needed to work extra hard to obtain it and keep it. Roth is worth having, and persuading him to agree a union between us isn’t a bad thing is a challenge I intend to win.      

Sounds like you know exactly what you want and how to get it. Thank you for joining us today, Lydia. It was a pleasure chatting with you. And thank you for leaving us with an excerpt I’m sure readers will enjoy.

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Excerpt:

He ducked inside the mercantile and waited for his sister to finish with a customer. The woman left and Debra stepped out from behind the counter.

"Where have you been?" she asked, approaching him. "You need to get upstairs. Lydia's waiting for you."

His gut hit the floor at that. Lydia knew he'd left town for a few hours. She wouldn't come here looking for him unless something was wrong. "What happened?"

"I'll let her tell you." Debra touched his arm. "Don't lose your temper, Roth. She's upset and needs your help."

He scrambled out the door, down the side of the building and up the stairs, where he paused and took a deep breath before quietly opening the door and stepping inside. Lydia sat at the table, with her fingers wrapped around a cup and her head bowed.

He shut the door behind him and crossed the floor, gently touched her arm. "Lydia?"

She looked up at him. Tears swam in her cat eyes. "He means to have Papa and the governor take my children from me," she whimpered.

"Who?" He hunkered down beside her.

"Mr. Cooper. He saw me leave the livery with you and said people will question my morals if I continue a relationship with you."

"Sonofabitch!" Roth slammed his fist on the table.

"I can't lose them, Roth." She shivered. "I won't lose them."

"You're not gonna lose anyone." He stood and pulled her into his arms, held her close and petted the back of her head to ease her trembles. "I'm the deputy around here. Some folks respect that. Others…" He shrugged. "I'll stay away. Make things easy for you."

"I don't want you to stay away." She leaned back in his arms and looked up at him. "I want you to pummel Mr. Cooper. Hard."

He couldn't help but grin. She hated his guns. But she wasn't too adverse to him pummeling someone when the need suited her. The thought floated across his mind that he should kill Cooper and put an end to her troubles before they got any worse. But something hinted a bullet wasn't what she needed most from him. "I can beat Cooper to within an inch of his life and run him outta town, but it'll only make matters worse for you." He caressed her cheek.

"You like punching people."

"When I know that will solve the problem. Cooper isn't like that. I shouldn’t have told you he was. He'll take the beating. And then he'll heal and come back." He sat on the chair and pulled her onto his lap. "Short of killing him, the only way to get rid of him is to take away what he wants most."

"My money." She frowned. "I'm not giving up my trust fund. I need that for the children and the orphanage."

"You don't have to," he soothed. "Marry me. You wouldn't agree before. Agree now. Listen," he instructed when she started to object. "We'll move into the orphanage with the tots. Once Cooper realizes he's lost your money to me, he'll strike out against me and then I can pummel him for you." He threaded his fingers through hers. "I'll sign that paper, Lydia. I don't want your money. Or anything else you own. You'll keep everything after we divorce."

She quieted a moment, looked at her fingers laced with his and Roth wondered what she thought.

"Your plan to dismiss him and hire someone else won't work. He'll only make more trouble and force your new headmaster to quit." He tipped her chin up. "I ain't the quittin' kind."

She swallowed hard and searched his features. "You're offering to do this, but you get nothing in return."

I get to see you morning and night. "I get to make Cooper's life a living hell like his uncle made mine." He grinned sadistically.

She smiled softly and touched her palm to his cheek. "You would enjoy that. I would, too."

"Then you're agreeing?"

"I don't know, Roth." She sighed and looked away. "A marriage in name only doesn't seem… satisfying. It seems like a prison sentence. For both of us."

He perused her heart-shaped face and green eyes. "Men would go to the calaboose willingly if women like you were there."

She emitted a small, pitiful laugh. "Somehow I doubt that."

"I don't." He tucked his finger beneath her chin and brought her gaze back to him. "You detest marriage. You told me. But this is the only way to get rid of Cooper."

"I detest being a divorced woman more than I detest marriage." She slid off his lap and onto another chair. "Society doesn't care if a man is divorced, but a woman is shunned and gossiped about as much as those girls you have working for you at Miller's. If I earn the respect of the townsfolk now by marrying you and then lose it later when we divorce, the children will be made to suffer." She entwined her fingers around her cup and stared at the tea. "I won't have my children ridiculed because of me."

Roth sat back in his chair, folded his arms across his chest and thought about what she'd said, and what she hadn't, as he studied the slump to her shoulders and the frown hugging her lips. She cared a great deal for her tots, but they weren't the reason behind her hesitancy. "What's giving you doubt, Lydia?"

"I told you, the children will suffer and–"

"Bullshit. Something else is on your mind. Spill it."

The story of my OLD New Release, FOLLOWING FAITH by Jacqui Nelson

Happy Valentine's Day!

For several years, my book Following Faith could only be read in the Journey of the Heart multi-author anthology. This February that contract ended. Now I'm able to share Faith and Eagle's story as a single title with its own awesome book cover! ❤️

The cover was made by Kim Killion from a photoshoot with Rick Mora (from the Twilight movies) and Sharon Sala's granddaughter. Wow! That's pretty darned impressive. But even before I knew all of that, I knew this was the perfect cover for Faith and Eagle.

Who is Faith? And why is Eagle following her? 

Can a single day together on horseback change your life forever?

Labeled a harlot and expelled from a remote logging camp and her work teaching children, Faith Featherby embarks on a journey to return a stolen spirit horse to the little girl whose photograph was hidden in the horse’s riding blanket.

Orphaned young and stifled by a lifelong shyness, Faith has only her education as a schoolmistress and her memories of her mother’s stories. She’s not an experienced rider, but a Medicine Hat horse—alleged to have the sacred power to protect its rider—might be her best hope for surviving the wilderness... until an Osage warrior rides out of the mist.

Scarred by a brutal past, the warrior challenges Faith to follow a new path where belief in yourself and your partner, be they horse or man, can lead to a triumph of the heart.

Following Faith's Excerpt 

Chapter 2 - where Faith & Eagle first meet - and where Faith isn't an experienced horseback rider, but she's determined to try her best! 

Faith's gaze darted between the two paths. Her mare edged toward the narrow trail that ascended to Bird’s Eye Pass, making her choice clear. 


Faith wasn’t convinced. Wouldn’t it be more prudent to take the flatter, more used and therefore safer road?


Spirit’s entire body tensed. She released a shrill whinny and trotted up the trail before Faith could pull her to a halt. High above them, a man on a pale horse galloped out of the mist cloaking the pass. Long dark hair flying out behind him, the man rode with an elegant grace as if one with his horse. His pace quickened, heading straight for her.


She urged Spirit back onto the main road. Her decision had been made for her. She didn’t want to approach the rider thundering toward her with such determination. 


Mustering her own resolve, she tried to make Spirit go faster. The best she achieved was a brisk walk. At least they moved away from the trail. With any luck, the rider would be heading toward Timber Creek. 


His mount’s galloping hoofbeats grew louder, pounded onto the main road, and then slowed to a clip-clop—trotting her way. Several agonizing heartbeats later, the horse’s strides fell into an easy rhythm with Spirit’s. 


Surprise loosened Faith’s lips. Without looking back, she asked, “Are you following me?”


“Yes.” The timbre of his deep voice was pleasing but unusual. The orphanage and academy had accommodated many with mixed accents, but none as intriguing as his. A fanciful notion since he’d said only one word. And not a word she should appreciate.


She strove to make her voice stern and unapproachable. “Why are you following me?”


“You are riding—” He heaved a sigh, then continued in a gentler tone like he feared he might spook her. “My horse.”

~ * ~ 

To read the opening scene of Following Faith, visit my excerpt page on my website.

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A note about my Lonesome Hearts Series

Following Faith is book #2 in my Lonesome Hearts series. This series follows the frontiersmen and women who meet on the Oregon Trail and afterward. Each story features characters from the other books but is also a standalone read.

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Sending you lots of love and all of my hugs today - and every day ❤️❤️

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Guest Author Karen Michelle Nutt

Whiskey and Pie to Go, Please

by Karen Michelle Nutt

With any western town, there was always a saloon or perhaps even two or three present. In the 1800s, there were different types of saloons from gambling saloons to dancehall saloons or 'just grab a drink' saloons. Saloons were a place for men to gather for a drink or play a game of cards. Respectable women were not allowed, or they stayed clear of such 'sinful' places. The women who did work there were deemed 'bad girls' or soiled doves, daughters of sin, fallen frails, or nymphs du prairie—just a few of the names they were called.

However, many don't realize there was a big difference between a saloon girl and a prostitute. Brothels, cribs, and parlor houses were places where the women offered sex for money. 'Saloon girls' offered dances, songs, and conversation with the intent to lead the men to the bar to buy drinks and try their hand at the games offered. It's not to say that the women didn't sometimes take their attention upstairs, but it wasn't part of the job. Most saloon girls were treated like ladies, but you should keep in mind it was still a dangerous job.

Whiskey was a popular drink at the saloons, but some of the establishments also offered beer, fine wine, and even a meals with their drink.

Saloons weren't the only place a traveler sought to quench their thirst or hope for a bite to eat. In the East, by the late 1800s, there were upscale restaurants that offered dainty luncheons and sweets where women were welcome to enjoy a meal. Women could stop in after a day of shopping and eat lunch, order bon bons, or consult with a clairvoyant. (I found the latter an interesting prospect.) The confectionaries— as they were often called because they served sweets—also sold perfumes and lotions, and other things for the home.

In my story, Fake Marriage with a Dash of Desire, Sunset, Arizona is a fictional cattle ranch town set in the late 1800s. Sunset has seen many changes since the Phoenix Railroad linked the town to the rest of the nation.

Maribel owns Somebody's Darlin' Saloon and hires 'saloon girls' to entertain the men. Though she prefers they don't do more than dance with the patrons, she turns the other way if the gal is discreet when she entertains. She pays them to sing, dance or talk to the men, not for any other extracurricular activities.

Patsy's Pies is another business in my fictional town of Sunset that offers home-style cooking and pastries. In the late 1800s, quite a few of the restaurants weren't places a woman would frequent either, but I liked the idea of Patsy's Pies being more of a family restaurant since the railroad brought travelers from across country. A traveler would surely be famished after a long train ride, and not everyone would want to head over to the saloon.

Sunset is a bit rough around the edges with whiskey-drinking ranch hands, but the cakes and pies make the town a sweet place to visit.

Indulge in your own sweet delight as you read a snippet from Fake Marriage with a Dash of Desire. I hope you will enjoy Nash and Jewel's unusual first encounter. Though Nash won't find out the mahogany-haired beauty's name is Jewel until they meet again.

Excerpt:

Nash removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor before reaching to lower Lulu's straps and give those breasts of hers a proper hello, but his hand froze as the door to the room swung open, banging against the wall with a thud. Nash had his gun drawn just as fast.

A pint-size woman came flying inside, her mahogany hair a blur of color. She didn't seem to notice he almost blew her head clean off. Her hand reached for the door and closed it enough so she could peek out into the hall. Her round behind pointed in his direction like an invitation, but Nash was downright irked with the interruption, and felt like shooting her just for the heck of it.

The woman finally turned, and he caught sight of her beautiful, sea-green eyes all fringed with the darkest, longest lashes he'd ever seen. His angry words lodged in the back of his throat, and threatened to choke him.

Her hand flipped her thick tresses over her shoulder as though she was annoyed about her hair being in the way. Her gaze met his, and she gave him a curt nod. "Sorry, mister, for the intrusion. I'll be on my way in just a moment." She all but dismissed him as she turned her attention toward the gal sprawled on his lap. "Oh, hello, Lulu," she said to her as if they were long lost friends.

"How's it going?" Lulu smiled as if this situation was all part of the evening's festivities.

"Oh, it's going." She gave Lulu a big grin and winked.

Lulu shook her head and removed herself from his lap. "Little Miss, you are going to be in a fix of trouble if Maribel finds you up here!"

"Hell-nation, I'm more worried about Mr. Stanfield."

"You gone and done it again, haven't you?" Lulu shook her head. "He's going to kill you good this time."

"Yeah? Well, he has to find me first." Little Miss turned her attention to the door she had kept slightly ajar and peeked out when she heard a man bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"Where is that cheating little snipe? I'll throttle her with my bare hands." The doors down the hall were being opened and slammed shut again as the man did his search.

Nash's brow lifted. He could only assume that the pretty pixie that flew into his room was the cheating little snipe the man wanted to throttle.

Nash kept his gun close.

Get to know Karen:

Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband. Though her three children are grown and starting their own adventures, she still has a houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

When she's not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates book covers at Gillian's Book Covers, "Judge Your Book By Its Cover".

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, time travel or contemporary romances, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

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Guest Author Linda Broday

Hello All! I'm a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of 24 full length western romance novels and short stories. Watching TV westerns during my youth fed my love of cowboys and the old West and they still do. I reside in the Texas Panhandle on land the Comanche and early cowboys once roamed, and on a still day I can often hear their voices whispering in the breeze. I love research and looking for little known tidbits to add realism to my stories and quite often make a nuisance of myself at museums and libraries. My newest release is Saving the Mail Order Bride.

Back Cover Blurb:

He may be a wanted man, but all outlaw Jack Bowdre ever desired was a second chance. Now he’s on his way to jail, completely unaware that his unexpected—and unexpectedly beautiful—traveling companion is none other than Nora Kane…his mail order bride.

All Nora sees is a scoundrel. But when their stagecoach crashes and the truth comes spilling out, they’re suddenly left to fend for themselves—and each other. Handcuffed together by a six-inch chain and a posse behind, Nora has to rely on Jack to save her. The longer they spend racing over rugged terrain, the stronger their feelings grow. Hounded by desperate men bent on doing them harm, Nora and Jack will do whatever it takes to find their happily ever after...but first, they’ll have to shake the devil from their trail.

Excerpt – Saving the Mail Order Bride

The barrel-chested marshal smiled at Lenora. “Sorry that you have to endure this a bit longer, ma’am. He’s little more than a savage animal.” He said that like the outlaw had a case of rabies or something. Dollard continued in a tone full of righteous contempt. “Why, he’s so mean the rattlesnakes won’t even come near him. I heard his own kin disowned him.”

Lenora’s gaze followed the outlaw’s long legs and lean form from which enormous power radiated, felt his deep irritation and anger to be cuffed to the marshal. She’d read about men like this one who lived outside the law in dime novels that were all the rage back East. But reading about one and coming face to face with one in the flesh were two totally different things.

Awareness sizzled between them and when he turned his gaze to her, a rush of heat flooded her cheeks.

His chiseled features appeared hewn from the hardest stone that the good Lord probably reserved for those like him who lived outside the law. The marshal appeared barely able to contain him. In fact, she got the impression the prisoner merely bided his time until an opportunity for escape came.

He glanced toward the window, allowing her to study him better. The outlaw had uncommon good looks with a hard, angled jaw that sported brown stubble. The rise high on his nose indicated it had been broken few times. Ha! She wasn’t surprised at that. But most striking were his gray eyes—gunmetal gray. At times they stormed, and other times, like when the marshal shot warnings and threats, they became icy and hard. But amusement colored his gaze when he turned his attention to her.

Lenora thought about leaning across the space and slapping his brazen face. Except she’d never struck anyone even though she’d been sorely tempted a few times.

The way he glanced at the door then back to the marshal told her he was planning an escape.

Lenora stilled and held her breath, her pulse racing. Would he use her somehow in his escape plan? Maybe take her hostage? Oh dear. She glanced at the marshal, wondering if he’d pull his gun and shoot him if he tried anything.

The handsome outlaw lifted a finely arched brow. “Here in Texas they make you pay to gawk, ma’am. But I reckon this is the first time a gentle woman like yourself has laid eyes on a born and bred killer. Who knows? Maybe you can come to my hanging. Now that’ll be a real treat.”

Beneath his mocking tone, she saw the layer of sorrow, felt his heavy heart, tasted his bitterness. She couldn’t bear the thought of him swinging from a rope.

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