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couldn't have done without everyone's help.
In case you haven't read it, here is a blurb and excerpt.
Blurb:
Despite
rumors of “strange doings” at a cabin in Fredericksburg, investigative reporter
Dessa Wade books the cottage from which lawyer, Charity Dawson, disappeared in
2008. Dessa is intent on solving the mystery. Instead, she is caught in the mystery
that surrounds the cabin and finds herself in 1890 in a shootout between the
Faraday Gang and a US Marshal.
Marshal
Cole Jeffers doesn’t believe Miss Wade is a time traveler. He admits she’s
innocent of being an outlaw, but thinks she knows more about the gang than
she’s telling. When she’s kidnapped by Zeke Faraday, Cole is determined to
rescue her. He’s longed for a woman of his own, and Dessa Wade just might be
the one—if she’ll commit to the past.
Excerpt:
Dessa stood still and watched
as they conversed. Something stank to high heaven about this entire situation.
Why were the cops chasing robbers on horseback? It’s not like Fredericksburg
was that isolated. She glanced at the captured men. The boy moaned, and she
made a step to go over and help him. The Marshal spun, and the expression in
his eye froze her in place.
“He needs first aid.”
“He’s fine. The Doc will tend
to him when we get to the jail.”
“You could at least call 911
and let them patch him up for you.” She nodded to the man lying so still with
his eyes closed. “Your other prisoner doesn’t look so good. He’s going to die
on you if you don’t start CPR or get him some help.”
“Lady, no one is going to
hear a yell from out here. Never heard of any 911 or CPR.” He propped the hand
not holding the shotgun on his hip and threw her a disgusted look. “Are you
blind? That man is dead, shot through the heart.”
Her head swam for a moment,
and she struggled not to give in to the sensation and faint. She drew in deep
gulps of air. “Well...well..., what about the coroner and the meat wagon, not
to mention the CSI folks? If you don’t get them to record the scene, how are
you going to cover your butt? The authorities might say you shot him in cold
blood.”
He looked
at her like she’d sprouted an extra head. “I don’t know what the hell you are
talking about woman. No one will question my authority. I’m the law in this
county. Now, be quiet, or I’m going to gag you.”
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Happy Reading and Writing!
Today I received this wonderful review for A Love of His Own, the third story in my western time travels. Oh man, I'd love to write another series set in Prairie, Texas but guess I better stop while on a high note.
