Love’s Sweet Vengeance
BLURB
When you
pair a beautiful, smart, and independent lady sheriff in New Mexico Territory with a virile bounty hunter, you get sizzling
chemistry, even though they’re at odds with each other and their objectives.
Garrett Wade and Amanda Larson form a true to track down Clem Jones, a notorious
outlaw who’s responsible for Garrett’s wife’s brutal murder. Amanda, a lawman
first and foremost, wants to bring Jones in for a fair trial, while Garrett
wants only revenge—his style. Their quest leads them into mortal danger while a
powerful lust brings them together in ways neither bargained for. If only they
can survive the treacherous Superstition Mountains and hostile Apaches while
exacting justice on Clem Jones, they might have a chance to nurture their lust
into an abiding love.
EXCERPT:
Through the trees a
gray wolf appeared, its fangs dripping with saliva. The wolf saw Amanda the
same time she saw it. She leveled the gun in her hand and was about to release
a warning shot to scare away the wolf.
“Fire that gun and
you’ll alert Clem Jones you’re on his tail.”
She turned quickly to
her left where a man in black attire sat atop a handsome stallion. On his head
was a ten gallon hat with ties beneath his chin. She recognized the face as
that of Garrett Wade.
“How’d you get out of
jail?” she asked.
He removed his hat and
flung it deftly in the wolf’s direction, sending the animal scurrying back into
the woods. Garrett dismounted and retrieved his hat. Dusting it off on the side
of his leg, he crossed to where Amanda was standing.
“Your deputy’s a good
man, Sheriff,” he said. “We had a little chat. I explained to him if he let me
go, I’d look out for you and make sure no harm came to you. He said he promised
your pa he’d take care of you. He admitted he didn’t like you riding out alone
after that sonofabitch Jones.”
“John let you go?” she
said, her pretty blue eyes wide as saucers.
“Sometimes it takes a
man like him and not a boy like you to know what’s right and what’s wrong. He
shares the same code of honor as I do.”
She frowned. Had she
heard him correctly? He thought she was a boy?
“A boy?” she said incredulously. “Are you calling me a boy?” Her scowl showed
her irritation.
“No offense. You look
kinda young to be a man.”
“You are a fool,
Mister Wade. I’m not a boy. I’m a woman. ”
Even in the waning light
she could see his startled expression and it pleased her. The idiot couldn’t
tell a woman from a boy.
He looked her over as
if seeing her for the first time then a slow smile spread across his face. He
laughed. “Well, I’ll be damned. A woman sheriff? What won’t they think of
next?”
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BIO: I’ve been
writing all my life and that’s a few years. Back in 1983, Dell published my
novel, “The Barbary Coasters.” It was
set during the 1860’s in the Barbary Coast of San Francisco and was part of a
series of books written by different authors called, “The Making of America.”
My pseudonym was Lee Davis Willoughby.
I’ve written articles for several computer magazines over
the last thirty years doing software and hardware reviews and ads. I was also a photographer for cover art for
two magazines back in the 80’s, and currently write profiles for businesses and
professionals for Micromedia Publications, a local newspaper publisher.
Rebel Ink Press has released three of my historical romances
thus far: My Life, My Heart – a time travel novel with a twist; On Angels’
Wings – a novel set during the turbulent years of World War II; and Love’s
Sweet Vengeance – a novel of love and danger set in the old west in 1866 (my
newest release).
When I’m not reading or writing, I teach piano and organ.
6 comments:
Thank you, Kathleen for showcasing my book today. It's nice being here with you and your readers...
I'm always happy when you visit! Have a great day!
Thanks for offering a peek at your wonderful story!
Hi Joanne, love your excerpt. Can't wait to read the book!
Thanks, Jennifer. Glad you liked the book.
Wonderful excerpt. Such a beautiful cover too! All the best!
Thanks, Melissa.
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