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A dashing man from back east meets an unconventional Native American woman and they join hearts against all odds in this spellbinding tale of passion and western adventure from New York Times bestselling author Bobbi Smith.

Chance Broderick has plenty of charm and more than enough wealth, and his life among the Boston Brahmins offers plenty of tempting distractions. But when he receives word that his brother is in grave danger in the Arizona Territory, Chance dutifully travels west to help. There he finds wild, vast lawless lands full of surprises. But his greatest shock on the frontier is when he discovers that the tracker he’s hired is not the brash young boy he assumed, but a beautiful young Native American woman, Rori.

Raised by her Native American grandfather after the death of her white father and her Pima mother, Rori is an expert tracker who knows how to fend for herself. Chance is fascinated but she takes an instant dislike to him and nothing will satisfy her more than showing the arrogant man from back east a thing or two about how things are done on the frontier out west. Nothing could satisfy her more, that is, except the pleasure of his searing touch, his soft kisses. For Rori can’t help craving Chance as fiercely as he desires her and as they overcome the worlds of indifference and hostility which threaten to separate them, they find true love is their one destiny.

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Chance didn’t know what had awakened him. He glanced around and noticed nothing out of order. It seemed Burr and Rori were both still asleep across the campsite. Relaxing his guard, he closed his eyes again, and it was then he heard something in the direction of the creek.

Chance knew he hadn’t imagined it. He slid his gun out of his holster and got up to make his way down to the water’s edge. He moved quietly, staying hidden in the brush. He could hear a slight splashing in the water. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but the sight of Rori taking a bath was the last thing he would have imagined. The whole situation would have been funny, if it didn’t make him feel like such a fool. He’d been ready to shoot whatever intruder he found there, and the intruder turned out to be the obstinate boy!

Chance wanted to throttle him. What the hell was he doing taking a bath?! The temptation to embarrass him was too great to pass up. The scrawny kid was standing totally naked with his back to him in waist-deep water. Chance knew if he moved quickly, he could take him by surprise and give him the scrubbing he well deserved.

Without another thought, he laid his gun aside and charged into the water, grabbing the boy by his shoulders. It occurred to him that the boy felt awfully soft and fragile, but he didn’t stop to think about it. He just picked him up and dunked him good.

Rori gave a small shriek of outrage as someone grabbed her from behind and pushed her underwater. For a moment she actually feared for her life, but the powerful hands that held her quickly released her and she surfaced sputtering mad.

“What the—?” she spat out in furious indignation as she came up and faced her attacker. She forgot she was naked. “YOU!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you!” Chase began laughing, but his laughter stopped abruptly as his gaze dropped from Rori’s outraged expression to the perfection of her breasts, bared now to his gaze in all their feminine glory. He froze.

About the Author: After working as a department manager for Famous-Barr, and briefly as a clerk at a bookstore, Bobbi gave up on career security and began writing. She sold her first book to Zebra in 1982.
Since then, Bobbi has written over 40 books and 6 novellas. To date, there are more than five million copies of her novels in print. She has been awarded the prestigious Romantic Times Storyteller Award and two Career Achievement Awards. Her books have appeared on the New York Times Best Seller List, the USA Today Best Seller List and the Wal-Mart Best Seller List.

The rights to Ms. Smith’s books have been sold to China, France, Germany, India, Israel, Russia and Sweden. Bobbi has also written two faith-based contemporary novels – Haven and Miracles – using the pseudonym Julie Marshall.

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Guest Post from Deborah Camp featuring Solitary Horseman w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

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Solitary Horseman

by Deborah Camp

 

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GENRE:  Historical Romance (Western)

 

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BLURB:

 

The Civil War is over, but the battles continue.
Callum Latimer returned from the war to a life he didn’t want and with inner battle scars he can’t heal.
Banner Payne clutched desperately to the remaining shreds of the life she’d known, but she is losing her grip.
Brought together by bad luck and cruel twists of fate, Callum and Banner forge a partnership they hope will keep them afloat even as neighboring Texas ranchers go under and their land is snapped up by opportunists.
Fate smiles on them and Callum and Banner find the missing pieces of themselves in each other.
Healing begins as their hearts are awakened. Now they must remain strong in their determination to forge a more peaceful existence and not be poisoned by the bitterness of a country still divided.

 

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Excerpt Three:

 

They finished eating, sopping up the last of the gravy with biscuits and popping the final bite of bacon or sausage into their mouths. All except for Callum, who seemed to have lost his appetite. He pushed aside his plate, nodding when Banner reached to take it away.

 

In the kitchen, she began preparing to wash the dishes, as she went over and over the unsettling conversation. So, the vigilante groups were stirring up more trouble along with memories that some people were trying hard to bury. She’d noticed that Hollis seemed to be worse lately. Sullen. Anger simmering just below the surface. Stalking off to be alone with his thoughts. Snapping at her when she questioned him about his moods.

 

Her brother was a sensitive soul and when there was unrest around him, he felt it, through and through. Living with him when he was jittery was like handling a porcupine. There was no way to touch it without getting pricked.

 

Someone cleared his throat right behind her and Banner spun around with a gasp, her wet hands flying up and slinging drops of water across Callum’s faded red shirt.

 

“Didn’t mean to startle you.”

 

“I . . . got your shirt wet.”

 

He shrugged. Banner hoped to see a softening in his eyes and she was disappointed.

 

“I’ll be back tonight, but it will be late. You go on home at the usual time.”

 

“I was mighty proud of you just now.”

 

He raised his brows and shook his head, clearly puzzled.

 

“What you said about the war and how nobody wins a fight.”

 

He held his hat in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other. “I don’t think I said that exactly. Fights are won, but sometimes the cost isn’t worth it.” He took a step back from her, running his hand down the front of his shirt and Banner watched the journey.

 

She so loved his hands. Long fingers, wide palm. She knew the tenderness of his touch and how they could trail fire along her skin. “I’ve missed you.”

 

He stared at her a few moments and something vulnerable shimmered in his eyes before he abruptly turned and walked away from her. “I need to get.”

 

“Callum!” She grabbed the back of his shirt. “Wait.” When he didn’t face her, she stepped around him. “Is something wrong? I feel like we’re on a seesaw here. Up and down. Up and down.”

 

Walking his fingers around the brim of his hat, he avoided her probing gaze. “I guess that sums it up. I’ve had a lot of time to think lately and maybe you’re right. We need to keep our heads clear and . . . well, a woman like you and a man like me . . .” He shrugged.

 

What in tarnation did that mean? Was this about her being a lowly Payne? Feeling as if he’d ripped opened an old wound, she glared at him, but he wasn’t looking at her. Finally, he glanced up and his eyes widened fractionally.

 

“Go on then.” Banner snatched his hat out of his hands and whacked him with it. “Get. I don’t have time anymore for this silly game.” His look of surprise angered her even more and she crushed his hat against his chest, making him grab it. She caught sight of Shane standing in the dining room, not hiding his curiosity at the scene unfolding. “Shane needs to talk to you. I’m finished with you.” Whirling around, she stomped through the kitchen and out the back door where the air was bitterly cold, matching the season in her heart. She would not cry! She wouldn’t! Should have known that he’d finally realize that he was too good and proper to be sporting with that Payne gal. He’d been raised to see her as filth and he couldn’t shake it.

 

Striding purposefully across the frozen ground, she made a beeline for the hen house. It would be warmer in there. Mary had already collected the eggs, but there were probably a few more that she could—.

 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scrawled lettering across a big white banner that had been nailed to the side of the barn and her shoes slipped in the snow. She almost fell, but regained her balance in the nick of time. Staring at the ugly message, she was aware of pounding footfalls behind her.

 

“Damn it all, Banner! Just hold up. I didn’t mean to—.” Callum’s grouchy apology stopped at the same time he did. “What the hell?”

 

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A Confederate flag was nailed below the fluttering white sheet that bore the menacing order. When had this been done? Banner wondered, her mind spinning back to when she’d been out earlier. She would have noticed it then. And the men had ridden up for breakfast! They would have seen it. Someone – no, more than one person – had done this while they’d all been inside. The audacity!

 

“Sons-of-bitches.”

 

Banner looked at Callum, sharing his disgust but not the wrath stamped on his chiseled features. She touched his hand. “Callum . . .” she whispered, trying to calm him.

 

He backed away, having none of it. “No. Don’t. Not now, Banner.” Then he spun about and marched toward the house again, yelling to Shane. “Take that bullshit down off the barn and burn it. The flag, too! Do it now.”

 

“Yes, sir,” Shane said, already trotting toward the barn.

 

Banner stood rooted to the spot as Callum swung up into Butter’s saddle and rode away, the horse’s hooves muffled by the snow. Cold air wrapped around her and she shivered, her teeth rattling.

 

Looking toward the house again, she saw Seth Latimer standing on the front porch, his squinty eyes fixed on the barn. He shook his head slowly, then turned and made his way back into the house.

 

Banner went inside, too, but she stood at the kitchen window and watched as Shane jerked down the big sheet and Confederate flag. He bundled them up and set them on fire, standing near them until they were nothing but ashes scattered by winter’s breath.

 

Gone. But the malevolence had left its stain like the black hole in the snow.

 

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5 Things Every Western Romance Needs

By Deborah Camp, author of Solitary Horseman

I’m not an expert on this subject, but I do know a thing or two about writing western romances, so here are my top five things they need to be successful.

  1. An Honorable Man. The hero can be rough and tumble, devilish, roguish, naughty, and have many other tempting traits, but one thing he must always be is honorable. Even if he’s a gunslinger, a gambler, or a man who imbibes a bit too often for a lady’s taste, he must have a code of honor that he won’t break. He might do some questionable things, but he won’t do something that he knows in his heart and soul is wrong.
  2. A Kind-hearted Woman. The heroine can be feisty, saucy, smart-mouthed, shy, timid, and even a tart, but she has to have a soft heart. She might come off about as tender as a porcupine, but we must discover early on that she has a soft center. When it comes right down to it, she’ll take the side of every underdog, feed any stray that wanders into the yard, and defend any youngster who needs her.
  3. A Sticky Situation. Every novel needs a conflict. While it’s best to have a conflict in which the hero and heroine have no choice but to stick it out and find a solution to the problem together, it doesn’t always have to be life or death. The situation might be more light-hearted, but it still has to be sticky enough to bind the hero and heroine together even though there are times when they want or need to be apart from one another.
  4. A Dastardly Person. Villains can be male or female, but there needs to be someone in the novel for the reader to fear and/or hate. I think the best “baddies” are those who we can understand. We can see their point of view, even though we don’t agree with it. Just having someone be hateful and mean isn’t good enough. We need to know why they are the way they are and why they like being that way. The bad people need to have motive beyond being mean or selfish.
  5. Animals. You can’t have a western without animals! Horses, dogs, cats, cows, pigs, chickens, buffalo, wolves, and on and on. Animals add authenticity, comic relief, and entertainment/education to a story. It’s particularly wonderful when one or two of the animals almost become secondary characters. Just don’t get in the animal’s point of view. (The hound jumped up, happy to see that his master had made it back from the hunt.), That’s just silly.

 

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Author of more than 45 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. She worked for a few years as a reporter for newspapers before becoming a freelance writer. Deborah’s first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author’s Guild.

 

Lover of the west and the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong, independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV westerns which have served her well. Since she appreciates men with devilish twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in her books. Also widely published in non-fiction, she writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She is currently working on her next historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.

 

Her books have been re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of new fans. For a list of them, visit her website.

 

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Review of The Wrong Brother’s Bride by Allison Merritt w/Rafflecopter giveaway!

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A haunted past, a marriage of convenience…a love for a lifetime?

After a tragic accident leaves Loyal Redfearn alone and pregnant, she writes to her deceased fiancee’s ne’er-do-well brother, August O’Dell. Her hope is he’ll save her beloved home. What she doesn’t expect from him is a proposal so soon on the heels of his brother’s death. Although they grew up together, she’s never thought of August as the man she would marry, even as a means to save face with her family and friends.

Although returning to the township where August spent his troubled youth means facing the past, he sees an opportunity to redeem himself in the eyes of the woman he’s loved since boyhood. They agree the marriage is in name-only, but August works to earn Loyal’s trust and waits for the day she’ll see his hard work as proof that she didn’t marry the wrong brother after all.

When evidence from a crime committed years ago points to August as the culprit, he and Loyal must face the reality that their newly forged family may be torn apart.

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Excerpt

Loyal didn’t look away from the filly. “What did he say when you told him you love me?”

She’d heard. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. Her voice was calm, expression unreadable. “There aren’t many people who don’t know. I guess you were the only one.”

“I asked what he said.” Her hand trembled faintly when she lifted it away from the foal’s coat. Brown eyes took him in. “Tell me.”

There was no way to know if she loved him in return, or if she was appalled by his admission. “He told me about why he married your mother. How you brought them together.”

“I knew it wasn’t a love match.” She turned from the foal to Molly and scratched between the mare’s ears. “So many marriages aren’t. When did you know, August?”

Eighteen years ago, he’d dared her to hang upside down by her knees from an apple tree branch. She’d wrinkled her nose, hiked her skirt up and climbed the tree quicker than a cat. Sitting on the branch, she’d tipped backward, letting her hands dangle and long red braids stretch toward the ground. Her refusal to be afraid had impressed him. That day, he’d realized if he ever decided to get married, he wanted Loyal. But Jeremiah had already claimed her.

He couldn’t tell her about that memory, so he lied. “I think it was the night we delivered the foal. You were brave even though Molly was in danger and either of us could’ve been hurt. When I took your hand, it became clear. I love you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered.

August leaned against the corral rail. The filly stretched her neck, sniffing his elbow. He put his hand out, scratching her soft muzzle. Telling Loyal his feelings was harder than coming home had been. “Because I’d never ask you to stop loving Jeremiah for me.”

She faced him, her eyes wide and red-rimmed. “Oh, August. I’ll always love him. Nothing can change it. He gave me this gift.” She caressed her stomach. “He gave me a home. He brought us together.”

An ache that went deeper than the bruises on his back rocked him. He’d made a fool of himself, telling her father the truth while she was nearby. How had he thought he could compete for a woman’s love with the man she had on a pedestal?

He watched the horses, unable to look her in the eye. “It doesn’t mean anything is different. I’ll sleep in the barn until your father decides he can’t tolerate us anymore.”

“Why would you?” She touched his arm. “You’re my husband.”

“Not the one you wanted.” No stranger to rejection, he shouldn’t feel disappointed by her love for Jeremiah. He suddenly needed some space, some quiet time alone to think about what he’d said.

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I needed this book.  Lately I’ve been in a slump when it comes to western historicals and Ms. Merritt delivered just what I needed.  A sweet, compelling and second chance romance that is not to be missed.

What do you do when you have loved someone from afar since you were a child but the lady chooses your brother?  You fight and move away to prove yourself.  That’s exactly what August did with Loyal.  He walked away from her but came back once he heard of his brother’s death.  This could have been a paint by numbers marriage of convenience but Ms. Merritt wrote it with depth and intrigue.

Why did the township hate the O’Dell’s so much?  Why was Jeremiah the golden boy and August the rebel?  It was interesting how the twist in the end proved that neither brother was has the township viewed them.  Even Loyal was surprised by the revelation at the end.  Another thing was Loyal’s father.  He was a piece of work but written perfectly for the time period.  I loved watching him finally warm up to August and then dealing with his own marriage and why he wanted Loyal to marry someone else.

The tornado scenes were awesome.  I live in Tornado Alley so I felt the wind, the glass breaking and the clean up afterwards.  Not sure that I would want to be in a hole though.  🙂  August and Loyal had issues that they both had to overcome.  Poignant at times and sweet, too.  Their romance wasn’t rushed and the pacing of the book was great, too.

I highly recommend picking up The Wrong Brother’s Bride.  Ms. Merritt wrote a beautiful second chance/marriage of convenience story that will have you flipping the pages to find the HEA.

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Author Bio

A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.

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