Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Book Blitz for Blood Money by Cynthia Rayne (GIVEAWAY)


Readers will be on the edge of their seats with this suspenseful tale of friends who struggle over becoming more as a woman who would do anything for family finds herself the object of one man's obsession while being protected by another who's hesitant to open his heart.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of Blood Money by Cynthia Rayne, then add this exhilarating tale to your bookshelf.  In honor of this third installment in the Lone Star Mobster series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $15 Starbucks GC too!

How far would you go to protect someone you love?
When Jasper Tan joined the Lone Star Mafia, his family said he’d dishonored the Tan name and turned their backs on him. Jasper vowed to never let anyone get close again—until he met Victoria Hale. Vick is a hacker and the outfit’s secret weapon when it comes to digging up dirt on folks. They’ve become the best of friends and Lord knows Jasper wants much more, but he can risk letting her in?
Vick puts her family first as well. Her older brother, Jackson, has been fighting an addiction for years and she’s stayed by his side, even when their parents gave up on him. Jackson owed money to some dangerous people. To save him, Vick compromised her morals by striking a scandalous arrangement with Simon Caldwell.
Infatuation has turned to obsession, and Simon is a cold-hearted, ruthless bastard who’ll stop at nothing to keep Vick. Can Jasper protect her? And will these friends become lovers?


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AUTHOR INFO:

Cynthia Rayne is a USA TODAY bestselling author of the Lone Star Mobster Series, Let it Ride Series, and the Four Horsemen MC Series. While Cynthia was born and raised a damn Yankee in Ohio, her parents hail from Dixie, and she grew up on homemade buttermilk biscuits and southern wisdom. In her spare time, she enjoys shopping, reading way too many romance novels, and drinking a truly obscene amount of coffee.


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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Book Blitz for The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee (GIVEAWAY)


A woman finds herself caught up in a romance that seems perfect until the day she finds out her perfect man is a porn star.  This is a theme I've rarely discovered but it holds me captivated and dying to read more.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of The Truth About Porn Star Boyfriends by Sunniva Dee, with its unforgettable couple, then add it to your bookshelf.  In honor of this just-released New Adult romance make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon GC too!

I guess I just forgot.
To ask him what he did for a living, I mean.
And by the time I did, I was in—balls deep, as he’d call it.
He was the perfect boyfriend.
Attentive, gorgeous, guessing my every wish and fulfilling them.
The sex was earth-shattering.
He even dealt with my crazy mom the way no one else could.
He popped the question, God, such a perfect guy.
There was just one issue:
He f*cked other girls on camera for a living.
How the hell do you deal with that?

EXCERPT:

I slept over at his house. I did. I just couldn’t go home after everything he told me. I didn’t accept the invite to come with him on the boat today though. I didn’t ask him if he was going without me either. If he is, wouldn’t he be inviting some “friends,” some Alicias or Silks? I don’t want to know.

It’s not difficult to get my shifts back at Mintrer’sWith Il Signore’s nonna at the hospital, the family spends as much time at her bedside as they can.
Mom calls.
She sounds okay.
I need to verify in person even though Paul is next door, hopefully keeping her busy with his garden statues and homemade fountains. He likes my quirky mother because he’s quirky himself. That’s my guess anyway. I don’t think I can handle any new rocks hurled at Status Quo at the moment, especially not from Mom.
The boat is ready.
I only returned to my house two hours again, and this is what Ciro texts me? I roll my eyes. Frieda lowers the bagel she held up for me—everything or just sesame seeds?—and says, “That isn’t the porn star, is it?"
“Yeah, it’s Drake Constantine.” I pull out the syllables mocking him even though each sound opens my chest again.
“Well, at least he’s got a nice artist name. He’s no Jake daBoner or Cassius Erectus."
I snort.
“Drake Constantine boned me in the ass last night,” she quotes as if from Shakespeare. She gazes beyond the bagel she now holds up like a skull.
I chuckle a little bit, and Frieda smiles. Smiles so wide it makes me feel guilty over everything I’ve put her through. I know she suffers with me. She didn’t sleep last night knowing I was with Ciro.
“What’s he saying?"
“He tells me he’s got the boat ready."
“For that Catalina trip?"
Mhmm."
“You’re not doing that too, are you?” She drops the halves of the bagel into the toaster.
“Not the everything,” I say. “Can I have the sesame seed one instead?"
She presses her mouth together in a stern line but listens and fishes the everything one out and drops the sesame bagel in instead. “Happy now?"
“Very."
“You’re not going, right?"
“No.” I want to slap my heart and my body for agreeing that we should say yes. “I already told you. I’m visiting Mom this morning, and then I’m working. If I get to do some overtime this weekend, I’m happy. I need the money, and I really don’t want to mope around the house."
I’ll wait for you if you’re asleep.
I said I wasn’t going. Can’t. We
I hit “send” before I can finish the “We’re over, remember?” part. It was easier to yell it to him when I was furious. Today, I don’t know how I feel.
Why can’t you? He doesn’t ask about the We part? He knows.
“He’s so stubborn,” I murmur and type again.
Because, when are you seeing someone else for a f*** fest?
He deserves that I’m being crude. Hell, he’s being crude every hour of every work day.
He takes a moment to reply. Long enough for Frieda to scoot a plate and the tub of cream cheese in front of me. “Stop texting with him. You’re only dragging it out. You know that, right? I thought you’d blocked him."
“He has a work phone too. On-freaking-call cell. Ha!”


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AUTHOR INFO:

Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.
Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece--Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.
Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it's contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon's Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).
This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.

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Monday, August 14, 2017

Book Tour for Wicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett (REVIEW)



Ms. Bennett has become one of my go-to authors when it comes to erotically-charged romances and her Wicked Horse series always turns up the heat when I need it most.  With this latest release, featuring the theme of friends to lovers, I've once again fallen in love and I hated to reach The End.  Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of Wicked Wish by Sawyer Bennett, along with my impressions of it, then add this second installment in The Wicked Horse Vegas series to your bookshelf!

Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart.
Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger.
Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is.
Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.

EXCERPT:

Squaring my shoulders, I march into The Royale and head straight for the concierge desk. I haven’t been in this casino before. Hell, I haven’t been in hardly any of them. Sure, I’d only grown up about forty-five minutes away, but gambling and all-you-can-eat buffets held no interest to me.
From Micah bragging about his best friend over the years, I knew Walsh orchestrated the purchase of the land, then pulled together financing with two other partners to build this casino. It’s one of the most popular on the strip, boasting five-star dining, old-world elegance, and superior customer service. Again, all this from Micah, but honestly I’m so proud of Walsh, too. We may have lost touch over the years, but I’ll never forget all the ways in which he acted as a big brother to me.
Ick.
Okay that’s gross. Thinking of Walsh like a brother.
I scrub my mind clean of that thought and demand myself never to do that again.
Rather, I’ll never forget all the ways in which Walsh provided me friendship and support in my formative years.
Yes much better.
“Can I help you?” a man behind the concierge desk asks with a genuine and friendly smile. Not snooty as I would expect in a fancy hotel, and I guess that goes to the superior customer service The Royale strives for.
“Yes hi,” I say as I nervously tuck my hair behind my ears on both sides. “I need to see Mr. Brooks. How do I go about getting access to his apartment?"
Micah told me some time ago that Walsh lives here.
The concierge never loses his friendly smile, but a single eyebrow arches high at my temerity.
“Oh, gosh,” I stammer. “That came out stalkerish. Mr. Brooks I mean, Walsh and I are longtime friends. He used to babysit me."
“Your name?” the man asks as he pulls up something on his computer.
“Jorie Pearce."
After a moment of scanning, he looks up at me. “Your name isn’t on the approved list."
“Well, he’s not exactly expecting me."
“I’m sorry, Miss Pearce,” he says with true regret in his voice. “But our policy is strict. No one gets up to the private penthouse without their name on the list."
I lean on the desk with one elbow and lower my voice. “Just out of curiosity are there any women on that list?"
The eyebrow shoots up again.
“No, wait,” I say hastily as I hold my palms toward him in a silent plea to not process my last request either mentally or on the computer. “That’s totally stalkerish, and I didn’t mean that."
“Miss Pearce,” the concierge says, now with a hint of annoyance. “Perhaps you’d like to leave a message? I can get it up to Mr. Brooks today and he can call you."
“No, I need to see him now,” I tell him firmly. “And I swear it’s not to cook a rabbit in a pot on his stove. Can you please just call up to his apartment?"
“That’s not our policy--"
“Look,” I snap as I lean across the desk slightly. “I’m a lifelong friend of Walsh’s. My brother is his best friend. We lost touch for a few years, but we ran into each other last night. I really need to talk to him about something that happened last night, and I’m not leaving this hotel until you call up to his apartment."
The eyebrow doesn’t arch but it does draw inward to meet its match on the other side as he considers what I just said.
“I swear to you,” and here I pause to look at his name tag, “Bentley. Please just call him. He won’t be mad."
With a sigh, he relents and picks up the phone receiver, punching in a five-digit number. After a pause, he says, “Mr. Brooks I’m very sorry to disturb you, sir, but there’s a Miss Jorie Pearce here to see you. She says she’s a longtime friend."
I watch as Bentley listens, but I can’t gauge what’s being said as his face remains blank. Finally, he says, “Very good, sir."
I take this to mean I’ll be getting an escort to the penthouse suite, but Bentley replaces the receiver and says, “I’m sorry, Miss Pearce. But Mr. Walsh told me to tell you he’s busy and can’t receive you right now."
My eyes narrow at Bentley. “I don’t believe you. Call back and let me talk to him."
“I assure you, I just talked to him and that’s what he said."
“Call him back,” I order as I point to the phone.
“I can’t,” he says almost with a wail. “If I do, he’ll fire me."
Okay, that hits home. I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, so I say, “Fine. Give me just a moment."
I take a few steps away from the concierge desk and pull my iPhone out. I shoot off a quick text to Micah. What’s Walsh’s phone number?
I wait a few moments, but I know Micah is awake in San Francisco at this hour. His phone is always on, and he never ignores a text from me.
He responds with the number before I can even start to tap my foot with impatience, adding on, Why?
I hate the lie, but I write back, Came to Vegas for the day. Thought I’d see if he could meet up for lunch. Haven’t seen him in years.
Cool, he writes back. Tell him I said, what’s up, douche?"
I roll my eyes as I text back, Real mature. Love ya. Later.
After I save the number to my contacts, open a new text to Walsh. Let me up to see you or I’m going straight back to The Wicked Horse to satisfy some further curiosities I have.
I hit send and then walk back to the concierge desk. I merely lean one elbow on it and watch Bentley with a silent smile. The phone rings about ten seconds after that.
Bentley’s eyes fly to mine as he listens, and then says, “Yes, sir. Right away."
When he replaces the receiver, he says, “I’m to show you to the penthouse elevator."
“Thank you, Bentley,” I say brightly.


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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Friends to lovers take an erotic turn in this tale of loyalty and finding oneself. From the first page to the last I found myself captivated by the charming characters, abundant scorching encounters, and the unexpected romance between two people who have long-denied themselves.  It's a tale full of decadent delights that I found immensely satisfying and recommend to all those lovers of romance looking for the perfect balance of sweet and sexy.

Walsh Brooks has been a part of the Pearce sibling's lives since he was young. He was best friend to Micah and protector to Jorie and felt a sense of obligation and loyalty to them both.  Therefore his increasingly erotic feelings for Jorie were just something he had to keep hidden for the sake of his brotherly bond. When a painful event created its own bond between Walsh and Jorie things changed between them irrevocably and would form the basis for their deep-seated connection years later.  With a defunct marriage and a successful casino business making him wealthy Walsh feels as though he has it all.  So what if his close friend is happily married and espousing the joys of it..he has an endless smorgasbord of sexual delights to experience.  The night a masked woman catches his attention though brings back feelings he hasn't felt in years and has him questioning everything he thought about sex and commitment.  With Jorie back in his life he discovers what happiness really means, but with feelings of guilt and disloyalty weighing on him, will he claim her forever or push her out of his life once again?  Walsh is a delicious hero who unabashedly embraces his diverse sexual appetites.  With some he may appear cool, but with those closest to him he's charming and kind.  His sense of loyalty to his friend causes him much angst in being with Jorie, but when it comes to her he'd do anything to see her smile.  He's a sexy beast who's dominant but playful and helped Jorie reclaim her self-esteem after she'd been left reeling.  His Grand Gesture at the end endeared him to me and has me dreaming of him still.

Jorie Pearce is a woman on a mission after being told by her husband she was bad in bed.  With her self-esteem bruised she heads to the Wicked Horse where every erotic fantasy can be found and where she finds herself reunited with the young man that was once her savior and her never-ending crush.  Their reunion is combustible and leaves her wanting more, but with his honor at stake she'll do whatever she has to to tempt him into more.  With their connection deepening the lies soon start to take their toll.  When the truth finally does come out she'll be left torn between her past and the future...unless she claims the one person able to give her a real HEA.  Jorie's an immensely likable woman whose life didn't go exactly as she planned.  She's left full of doubts regarding her sexuality and Walsh is just the man to build her back up as seen through their numerous erotic encounters.  Her bond with her brother Micah was heartwarming while her bond with Walsh was complex as it combined friendship with love and protectiveness.  Her being caught between them over her and Walsh's relationship was heartbreaking as well and contributed to her indecisiveness when her past comes back into the picture.  Jorie's a strong-willed woman for the most part and while I enjoyed her verbal banter with Walsh I was frustrated by her decision late in the book that made her look needy.  Despite that one moment of weakness she was a heroine worth rooting for and I enjoyed her and Walsh's journey full of fun, flirtiness, and off-the-charts eroticism.

Readers will once again find themselves consumed by Ms. Bennett's scorching story set in the decadent city of Las Vegas where every kind of erotic delight can be found.  This friends to lovers romance built on a sweet foundation of protectiveness and care and evolved years later into an erotically-charged connection between two people with a life-long bond based on a mutual secret. Clandestine moments lead to heartache but also heartfelt introspection that made for a richly rewarding HEA.  Jorie and Walsh are a combustible couple whose interactions teem with sexual tension and lead to numerous and varied erotic interludes with a touch of kink.  Their banter outside these moments is just as scorching with entertaining verbal foreplay that had me blushing even more.  Along with this unforgettable main couple came Micah Pearce who's involvement with the Wicked Horse has him rethinking his career as he embraces his erotic nature.  He's a devoted brother with a kind heart, but it's clear he's suffering under the weight of something as his large consumption of alcohol has me concerned.  Jorie's friend Elena is another stand-out as a supportive friend who has no problem telling it like it is.  She's unashamed in embracing her sexuality and I think she'd make a formidable match to one of the many denizens of the Wicked Horse.  On a whole this was an all-consuming romance that nicely balanced eroticism with heart and soul and I look forward to returning to this world and the delicious men inhabiting it!

My rating for this is an A-/B+

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.

AUTHOR INFO:

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

Romance Awareness Month: Spotlight on Viable Threat by Julie Rowe....


August is Romance Awareness Month and what better way to celebrate than to put some of our favorite romances from different genres on sale! Whether you are already a romance lover or new to romance reading you are sure to find something to fall in love with.  Today I'm introducing you to an exhilarating romance featuring a sexy man in uniform sworn to protect the one woman who can save the world.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of the romantic suspense-fueled Viable Threat by Julie Rowe, then add it to your bookshelf while it's specially priced at 99 cents!

Special Forces soldier and medic Walter River would give anything to snatch more than a few seconds of down time to see if he can rattle the no-nonsense and incredibly hot Dr. Lloyd he's protecting, but dodging explosions, snipers, and student radicals who've unleashed a lethal bio-engineered microorganism have made that almost impossible. Maybe he'll get a chance—if he can figure out how to keep them both alive.
CDC microbiologist Ava Lloyd races to find a cure for a bio-terrorism organism sweeping El Paso. The few stolen moments with her very hunky bodyguard River have been explosive, but no matter how alluring he is, she can't afford to get distracted. The clock is ticking, people are dying by the hundreds, and once this crisis is solved, they'll both be off on their next assignment, thousands of miles apart.

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"When it comes to heart-pounding suspense, no one does it quite like Ms. Rowe!" -Deanna's World

"A great plot with brilliant characters make this one captivating read that will have you absorbed from beginning to end." -Summer's Eve Reads

"Viable Threat started out with a bang, and IT NEVER SLOWED DOWN, which kept my heart racing cover to cover." -The Power of Three Readers

AUTHOR INFO:

Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the North West Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “Fiction has to be believable”. Julie writes romantic suspense and romantic military thrillers. Her most recent titles include Viable Threat, the first book in the Disease Control and Enforcement series, and Viral Justice, book three of the Biological Response Team series.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Book Spotlight on Knight on the Texas Plains by Linda Broday (GIVEAWAY)

A broken man suddenly finds himself a daddy and becoming hero to a woman running from her past in this tale of unexpected love and finding a sense of home in the least likely of places.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Knight on the Texas Plains by Linda Broday, then add this western historical romance to your bookshelf.  In honor of this first installment in the Texas Heroes series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 1 of 5 copies of this book too!

He’ll do whatever it takes
To keep them safe
Duel McClain has lost everything he’s ever loved: his wife, his son, his sense of self. But when a strange twist of fate—and a poker game he’ll never forget—leaves an innocent little girl in his care, Duel vows to defend his new family to his very last breath. If only he knew a single thing about taking care of babies...
Just as Duel swears his life can’t get any more complicated, a beautiful woman stumbles into the light of his campfire, desperate for help. Jessie Foltry is hungry, tired, and running for her life. She agrees to help Duel care for the child in exchange for his protection, even as she fights to guard her broken heart. But Duel will do whatever it takes to make Jessie see that the Texas plains have more than one kind of knight, and perhaps their salvation is closer than either of them could have dreamed…

EXCERPT:

Duel McClain lifted the whiskey glass and let the fiery elixir slide down his throat. The burning path brought an odd sort of relief, momentarily dulling the permanent ache in his belly. The dealer slapped three cards in front of him. Duel took his time picking them up. A baby, whimpering at the men’s feet, unraveled the tightly knit threads of his composure. How could he concentrate with that?
A glance at the first card revealed an ace of spades. He stuck it between the eight of hearts and the two of clubs in his hand. Then he turned over an eight of diamonds. A pair might take the hefty pot in the middle of the table—that is, if he cared enough to try. Shielding his last cardfrom the curious eyes of his opponents, he lifted it slowly. An ace of clubs.
His blood turned to ice.
Aces and eights—the deadman’s hand.
A resigned calm welled up. If lady luck rode with Duel tonight, the only space he’d take up would be on Boot Hill.
Something brushed the leg of his trousers. An animal must have sneaked under the swinging batwing doors and beneath the table. The baby’s sniffling grew louderTiny hands gripped his leg getting his attention. What in blue blazes? He leaned down. The baby had crawled to him and now tugged, trying to pull itself upright. Thin and dirty, the child stared up at him and he fought against the protective urge that rose at the sight of tears glistening in the kid’s big brown eyes.
“Up the bet, mister, or fold."
The dealer broke his trance. Duel pitched two bits onto the pile. He just wanted to get this over with and leave. One by one each opponent around the table tossed down their cards in defeat until just two remained in the game—him and the stranger. The baby gurgled and played with the fringe running the length of Duel’s leg.
He shifted in his seat, feeling as if a gang of horse thieves had staked him out in a red-ant bed. If he had a lick of sense he’d fold and get the hell out. Deadman’s hand be damned.
A smug expression drifted across the face of the babe’s father when Duel closed up his cards, intending to lay them down.
Revulsion made Duel ache to smash the stranger’s jaw. Instead, he reached into his pocket for six bits—all that he possessed. He hesitated for only a split second, glancing down at the filthy child who deserved more out of life than the sorry-assed father it had gotten. Then he shifted his gaze, savoring the look of surprise on his opponent’s face when he placed his bet.
The sour-faced weasel had been ready to reach for the pot, sure he’d won. His face colored. He was reduced to turning each of his pockets inside out for more coins. None came to light.
Whatcha gonna do, Will? Either come up with more or Duel here wins.” The dealer’s impatience grew.
Hold your horses.” The man named Will leaned down. “Gal, where’d you go? Git your useless hide over here to your pa. Don’t know why I didn’t drown you when you was born."
So, the child was a girl. Duel reached down and drew her up.
The weasel snatched the girl by one fragile arm. “Tryin’ to steal my daughter?"
Ignoring the question and the loud wails that came from the child, Duel leaned forward to scoop up his winnings.
“Not so fast, mister.” Will sat the baby in the middle of the table. “I’m puttin’ up this here brat. She’s worth six bits, I reckon. You win an’ you got yourself a young’un."
“I won’t gamble with a man’s flesh and blood,” Duel said.
The dealer frowned. “The bet’s proper, I say. Let’s get on with it. Show your cards, Will."
Tears ran down the baby girl’s face leaving white trails amid the filth. For a split second, Duel wished he held more than the lousy two pairwished he could alter the hands of fate. But he’d never been able to change it before. What made him think he could now? He’d spent a lifetime making choices, and most had turned out wrong.
“Quit your sniveling, you brat,” Will snapped at the child as he flipped his cards face up. Two pair also. Kings and deuces.
Quiet calm washed over Duel. He gave the group a wintry smile and revealed his hand.
“Aces n’ eights. Beats your pair, Will. Done in by the Deadman’s hand.” The dealer straightened his silk vest and poured himself a generous drink.
Duel stuffed the coins from the pot into his pockets. What on God’s earth did a man like him need with a babe? The girl had stuck a thumb in her mouth and sucked noisily on it between whimpers. He’d sooner grow wings and fly than take on the responsibility for another human being. The best thing would be to saunter out the door.
Ain’t you forgettin’ something, mister?” Will’s nasty snarl whipped the stale air like a thin, razor-sharp piece of leather.
Much as he sympathized with the babe’s lot, he couldn’t accept her. “Take her home to her maw. Don’t have any need for a kid."
Will grabbed his daughter’s sparse hair and pulled her small face next to his own. Ignoring her sharp cries, he yelled, “Ain’t got no maw. See there, Marley Rose. Ain’t no one wants you. You’re about as worthless as one of them Confederate greenbacks. Ain’t never goin’ to be any good for nothin’. Any o’ you cowpokes wanna buy a snot-nosed brat? Sell her cheap.
Duel found himself reaching for the scared, helpless babe. “Changed my mind. Believe I’ll take what I won.” Tiny hands clung tightly to the neck of his collarless shirt as he strode for the door before he could backtrack.


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At a young age, Linda Broday discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. Cowboys fascinate her. There’s something about Stetsons, boots, and tall rugged cowboys that get her fired up. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold Award. She resides in the Texas Panhandle and is inspired every day.


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