BLURB:
Eileen Sewell
sparks plenty of gossip by spiteful matrons and their horse-faced daughters
that she’d find herself alone due to her picky ways. Of course, she didn’t
believe them. Then again, she also didn’t expect to be a mail order bride
either. It wasn’t easy snagging a husband who hadn’t heard about her willful
nature. Eileen finally gave up hope of finding love, and decided to settle for
whatever she’d find out west. If that wasn’t lowering enough, she’d just
witnessed the first train robbery. Unfortunately, the outlaws saw her too.
Enter Marshal Colt Sheppard, who excels at extracting information from reticent
witnesses. His crooked smile and broad shoulders shouldn’t charm her. She’d
played this game before, only she never had a worthy adversary. Talk about bad
timing.
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EXCERPT:
A tall
man in a western hat walked up to them, looking like a character from a Wild
West dime novel from his noticeable sidearm to his fringed chaps. The man
probably even wore spurs. Ridiculous. Still, her eyes kept going back to him to
travel across his broad shoulders and wide chest. Some men padded out their
jackets to look that good, but he wasn’t wearing embellishments, only a rough
vest.
The hat
shadowed his face, but she could tell he had a strong chin. A few blond curls
peeked out from the brim of his hat. How disappointing. Her dream man had blond
hair, but he never put in an appearance. Just goes to show you couldn’t trust a
light-haired man. Montgomery might be blond, or at least a dark blond. No
matter, she’d deal with it. The train tooted its final warning whistle at the
same time the cowboy looked up at her. His face lifted up to the sunlight
fascinated her from his bold slash of a nose, to his mouth twisted into a
smirk, and his wide-spaced eyes. The train whistled, signaling the train’s
departure, and the car lurched to move, propelling his magnificent body into
action. Eileen admired his long-legged sprint, even the jump to grab a handrail
to the car steps. He moved like a man on a mission, determined. Instinctively
she knew he was coming for her.
A
search through her reticule busied her hands and kept her head down, perhaps
making her less noticeable. Boot steps jingling with every step because of
spurs, of course, stopped by her seat. She continued to paw through her bag,
silently cursing the lump of Yvette’s good luck piece, not looking up despite
the loud throat- clearing. He’d not intimidate her with his boldness.
Instead
of blustering or demanding, his voice, a warm, rich baritone, literally purred
the words. “You’ll not find what you are looking for in that bag, Mrs. Sewell.”
Her
head went up at her name.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Morgan
as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart
men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes
to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the
media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and
that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.
She
has a blog about dating after forty on www.datingafterfortyeight.blogspot.com
Morgan
pinches pennies on her blog; www. http://thefrugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com/
She
also reviews book for Novelspot and blogs about writing at: www.novelspot.net
You
can find Morgan at www.morgankwyatt.com
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