Archive for October, 2018

Wednesday Whisper ~ Keeper of the Stars, Pt. 1

Wednesday, October 31st, 2018

Lian gave a smile, which was more a baring of teeth. “I disagree. You see when I met her last night, she wanted to kill herself. Not me. She was bleeding and has proof of abuse on her body. I can only imagine what you have done to her mentally if you did what I saw physically . I won’t let you take her.”

For the second time in a long time, she was met with a feeling of hope. Whoever this man was could he, would he, truly help her?

Exhaustion consumed her and her legs began to shake. They wouldn’t hold her up any longer and Ricky’s fingers dug in tight as she collapsed. He jerked her up.

“Stand up, damn it!”

Lian’s head snapped in their direction. A bolt of lightning sank into a tree near them and thunder boomed simultaneously. Everyone but Lian jumped. She focused on his eyes, even as Ricky muttered behind her. Lian’s gaze had brightened and she wondered if the lightning hadn’t come from him.

Whatever they gave me is fucking with my head because that’s just insane. Why would lightning come from his eyes? Doesn’t make sense.

 

 

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Keeper of the Stars, Pt. 1

Tuesday, October 30th, 2018

Lian smiled at the woman who took his money, waited for his change then made his way back out to his truck with his purchases. Whilst sliding onto his seat, he glanced up at the night sky. Lightning jagged and clouds swirled.

Storm brewing. He would have known without seeing it—the feeling seeped into his bones. After starting the engine, he reached for and took advantage of the crisp, cool water he’d bought. The quench that plagued him was barely appeased.

“Still better than nothing,” he commented to his reflection.

The thirst had always been there. Unrelenting. Over the centuries he’d learned to deal with the need so it wasn’t so intense, more of an annoying nagging. He tugged on the sleeves of his suit, then put his vehicle in gear and left the parking lot.

Monday Book Memories ~ Keeper of the Stars, Pt. 1

Monday, October 29th, 2018

Here is the prequel to the Astral Guardians series. This is a serial, again but all the parts are out.

Heaven can be found amongst the stars.

Lian Yang’s existence has been a long and lonely one. His purpose known and accepted. One stormy night, he discovers a woman about to jump to the raging waters below. After rescuing her, he takes her home and discovers more than he ever thought he would.

Lana Tennesol has had enough. Enough of everything. A man appeared one night as she prepared to end it all and stopped her. Despite feeling safe, she knows she has to keep moving.

Realising she is important to him and his future, Lian goes after her. Can he convince her to trust him or will the truth about their linked future scared her off?

Sunday Sentiment

Sunday, October 28th, 2018

In time of test, family is best.

~Burmese Proverb

Friday’s First Liner ~ With This Ring

Friday, October 26th, 2018

Lunch hour maintained the same horrid monotony from day to day and year to year.

 

Genre: Contemporary, Interracial

Series: Denim & Spurs, Book 1

Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1aRqttC

Wednesday Whisper ~ With This Ring

Wednesday, October 24th, 2018

Climbing down the stairs, she wished for some sunglasses. The entire house was bright, which normally didn’t bother her. Quite the opposite actually. Right now, she wanted to hiss and scurry to the closest, darkest corner and never leave so long as the sun shone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room. Standing behind the handmade wooden sofa frame was Dustin. A moan of desire almost escaped as she took him in. Black shirt—tight black shirt—hugged his powerful arms. His jeans only emphasized the leanness of his waist and the muscled legs which more oft than not were around a horse.

Lucky damn horse.

She knew he wore cowboy boots. In all the years she’d known him, the only time he hadn’t was for football. Wiping her hands along her jeans, she went to her father’s side and kissed him.

“Sorry you had to come get me, Daddy.”

He patted her hand. “Mr. Kane was just telling me how pleased he is with the work you’ve done on his horses.”

Flushed, she ducked her head. “You taught me all I know, Daddy.”

“Never was good with compliments, this one.” Her father rose and moved from the room. “Good to see you again, son.”

“You too, sir.”

His voice, so mesmerizing, had her biting the inside of her lip. They were alone in the room, and she slowly met Dustin’s gaze. He watched her, amusement on his face.

“Rough night? Or has it been that long since you’ve drunk so much?”

She sat on the arm of the nearest chair, unsure how long her legs could hold her. “You come all the way out here to ask me about my drinking habits?” Rubbing her temples, she wished the pounding would ebb. An easy grin lifted the corners of his entirely-too-kissable mouth.

“Nope. I thought you might like a ride to retrieve your truck.”

Her truck. Crap. Still parked outside Denim & Spurs, alerting to everyone she went home with someone. More specifically, Dustin Kane, as he took her out of the establishment. She groaned. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

She pushed up and yawned. “Let’s go then.” He nodded once, sharply. “Back in a bit, Daddy, and I’ll take care of the horses.”

“Need some help?” Dustin asked as she shut the door behind her.

“With what?” Why couldn’t she focus on something other than how amazing his ass looked in that denim, or how he moved, smelled, anything like that?

“Horses,” Dustin said.

“I only have to throw out some hay.”

“I’ll help. Let’s go.”

She found herself headed in that direction before she realized he’d issued an order and she’d followed it.

“How many bales?”

“Six.” She started the Gator and pulled it up to the hay shed. “Damn,” she muttered, watching Dustin stride down with a bale in each hand. Flashes of being in his arms as he carried her up the stairs hit her. Then came the recollection of her asking him to sleep with her. Oh, God. I can’t believe I did that. How the hell do I go forward from here?

Dustin didn’t say a word about it to her, just put the hay in the back and went for more bales. Didn’t take them long to load the Gator and head for the pasture. He got the gate and easily hopped back into the utility vehicle beside her. She watched him in her periphery as she drove to the first stop where they’d set out some hay. How did he manage to smell and look so good?

“Sorry about waking you.”

She slid out, met him at the back where he flicked open his knife and sliced through the twine with ease. They each took two flakes and spread it around.

“I needed to be up anyway.” They progressed along the next spots, the horses coming up at a slow trot. “Did I do anything last night I need to be worried about? Or apologize for?” He grinned at her over the remaining hay. Her belly tensed as what felt like a thousand head stampeded through. It was a grin that boasted a secret of sorts. Something private. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He shrugged easily. “A bit.”

They spread out the final hay and left the pasture. Dustin wasn’t what anyone would call chatty and normally neither was she, but she found herself craving the sound of his deep melodic voice.

In his truck, after disposing of the twine and parking the Gator, her body calmed a bit. Not a lot but in her state she’d take anything. Soft strands of country music poured through the cab. She wasn’t surprised. He had country on in his barns as well.

He had a dark green F-350 King Ranch, and she shifted along the smooth brown leather. A standard—like she had—and she observed him surreptitiously as he maneuvered them down the nearly deserted road.

“You plan on answering me?” She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes.

“Before or after the kiss?”

That soft-spoken statement caught her attention. She jerked up only to cringe and take a sharp breath at the exploding pain in her head. “Kiss?” she croaked.

A sexy smile flirted with the corner of his mouth. “You don’t remember?” He stared at her, making her take a sharp breath for an entirely different reason. Those eyes, those incredible eyes burned with heat that singed her.

She thought she’d dreamed kissing him.

“No dream, beautiful. It happened right at Denim & Spurs.”

Can’t even keep my mouth shut for an internal thought. Yet, her girlish side latched onto the fact he’d called her beautiful.

“I kissed you?”

“Long and passionate.” He winked as they slowed, entering town. “Rocked my world. I’m hurt you don’t recall it but guess that means I’ll have to ensure next time it’s memorable for you. I’ll never forget it. The feel of your lips, the intoxicating taste of you, a moment I’ll never forget.”

Teaser Tuesday ~ With This Ring

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2018

She took a moment, paying attention to the equine before her. Digging into her pocket, she withdrew the sought for sugar. Velvet soft lips plucked it from her palm with a feather light touch. Then she glanced over her shoulder and promptly lost her breath.

She’d not seen him since the night she’d fallen on her posterior before him. Then—aside from being a klutz—she looked a bit more put together. Today, she was sweaty, dirty, and smelled of horse. If she had to face the man she’d dreamt about constantly she would have preferred to have on something more than sweat from herself and horses. Then again, she was more comfortable like this and to be honest, no matter what she wore Dustin would make her a nervous wreck.

“You didn’t tell me, Samantha Finley, who you were.”

 

Monday Book Memories ~ With This Ring

Monday, October 22nd, 2018

I have a thing for cowboys. I know, what a shock, right? This is my small town series revolving around the men and women of this ranching community. Those of you who have lived the small town life, you’ll understand.

A man whose wedding day was destroyed by betrayal meets a woman from his past who begins to renew his belief in true love and with her in his life, he may be willing to try that step once again.

 After calling off his wedding on the day of, rancher Dustin Kane meets a woman who’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’s in no mood for company, but she’s different and makes him feel things he shouldn’t. By the time she leaves him, he’s more intrigued and wants to see her again.

 Samantha ‘Finn’ Finley had returned to Branchwater, Texas for the sole purpose of helping her injured father. Running into the man she’s loved since high school was never part of the plan.

 Drawn together time and time again, neither can ignore the sparks between them. When it comes time for her to leave, will Dustin be able to let her return to her new life or will he do all he can to get her to come back to where she belongs, home…with him? 

Sunday Sentiment

Sunday, October 21st, 2018

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

~Jane Howard