Birdie's Nest, my latest historical time travel, is now available in E-book format at
Amazon and
Barnes & Noble.
Blurb:
Texas Ranger, Birdie Braxton boards the Brazos Belle to
attend a costume party, gets tossed into the Brazos and when she's pulled from
the river she's told the year is 1890. She can't accept that fact… until she
looks across the river to see Birdie’s Nest, her ancestral home, no longer
exists.
Tad Lockhart is a content man—a prosperous rancher with a
ladylove in Waco. He's not interested in marriage and family, yet… until he pulls
an unconscious woman from the Brazos who insists she's a Texas Ranger from the
year 2012.
As romance blooms between Tad and Birdie, she struggles to earn
enough money to build Birdie’s Nest, and Tad strives to mold Birdie into a
Victorian lady suitable to be his wife. Can Birdie give up dabbling in police
work and other unladylike pursuits yet stay true to herself? When faced with an
indiscretion from Tad's past, is Birdie's love strong enough to support her man
and be the woman he needs?
Excerpt:
June 1, 2012, Waco, Texas
“Why
Birdie, where’ve you been hiding all that… bounty?” Sergeant Ted Weaver, Birdie’s
co-worker, whipped off his Stetson and laid the hat over his heart. His gaze
raked her from head to toe, finally settling on her breasts. Birdie wanted to
smack his grinning face. She snorted and covered the bare skin above the red
strapless dress with her oversized handbag. It’d taken all the nerve she could
garner to exit the ladies restroom in the sleazy garb. Tonight’s Victorian
costume party dress paled in comparison to her current get-up. Everyone in the unit
was counting on her to succeed this afternoon. But tonight her family home was
at stake. She couldn’t afford to fail at either assignment.
“Watch
yourself, Weaver.” She slapped her thigh, where her thigh holster held her
Ruger, with her free hand. “I can still pierce your ear for you.”
His
howls of laughter bounced off the walls. At least the other men in the office were
courteous enough to bend their heads and try to hide their snickers.
Being
a woman in the Texas Rangers wasn’t easy. While some tolerated her, others ignored
her. If she pulled off this afternoon’s assignment, where several male rangers
had failed, maybe the stigma of being a woman in their ranks would lose some of
its stink.
Captain
Smith barreled out of his office, face reddening. “Watch your step, Weaver. I’d
be happy to write you up for sexual harassment of a fellow officer.”
Ted
sobered. “Sorry, Birdie. It’s just you so look the part.”
“That’s
the idea,” said the captain. He walked around Birdie taking in her teased
hairdo with numerous colorful feathers woven into little braids. Red and gold
rhinestone earrings bounced off her shoulders with each sigh and huff of
indignation. The form-fitting scarlet dress barely covered her butt, and her
breasts threatened to flop out of the neckline. She’d been so worried, she’d
used spray-on body glue to insure what little dignity she had remained unexposed.
“Great
job, Sergeant.” He glanced down at her red rhinestone stiletto heels. “Can you
walk in those things?”
“Yes,
though it won’t be pretty.”
I hope you'll pick up a copy of
Birdie's Nest and enjoy her journey through time.
Happy Reading and Writing!
Linda
www.lindalaroque.com
“Why Birdie, where’ve you been hiding all that… bounty?” Sergeant
Ted Weaver, Birdie’s co-worker, whipped off his Stetson and laid the hat over
his heart. His gaze raked her from head to toe, finally settling on her
breasts. Birdie wanted to smack his grinning face. She snorted and covered the bare
skin above the red strapless dress with her oversized handbag. It’d taken all the
nerve she could garner to exit the ladies restroom in the sleazy garb. Tonight’s
Victorian costume party dress paled in comparison to her current get-up. Everyone
in the unit was counting on her to succeed this afternoon. But tonight her
family home was at stake. She couldn’t afford to fail at either assignment.
