Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: One Dakota Night



Dakota Hearts Book 9
One Dakota Night

Grace McKinnon had her chance at love, and she lost. She'd married a thrill seeking rodeo man who was never around. All she wants now is to find someone she can depend on while she raises her young son who is determined to follow in his father's footsteps. When she meets her cousin Ethan's friend, a form Navy SEAL, she thinks it's just more of the same. Same man, different suit. But Grace soon learns that life can be thrilling with the right man...as long as she's in his arms.

It had been a long time since Jace Strickland had some decent time off to think about anything other than the military. At a crossroad in his life, he has two months of leave to decide whether to reenlist in the Navy or discover something else in life that gives him the same rush as being a Navy SEAL. Meeting single mother Grace McKinnon at a veterans event in South Dakota was an unexpected pleasure. Given the nature of the life he'd chosen, he'd never been the forever kind of man. He craved adventure. But Grace's sweet lips and loving heart makes him wonder if the ultimate rush in life...is loving one special woman for the rest of his life.


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Excerpt 

“He hates me.”

Grace McKinnon propped her foot on the first rail of the fence and leaned against the splintered wood as her ten-year-old son rode around the paddock on a horse called Moondust. Her cousin Ethan and a friend of his from the Navy—her cousin’s HOT friend—was giving Liam instruction. Liam was hanging on every word.

“He’s ten. He hates everyone,” Gray said.

“Right now he’s reserving it all for me. Boys don’t really hate everyone until they’re about thirteen.”

“How do you know?”

“I grew up with four brothers and five male cousins. I could write a book on the subject.”

She glanced up at her brother, who was taller than her by nearly a foot, and groaned. Even with her cowboy hat on, she had to squint her eyes from the summer sun.

“These days he’d rather be with Ethan and his friend, or with you, or Ian, or Luke than with me. Anyone but me.”

“You’re his mother.”

As if that was supposed to make her feel better. “I don’t recall any of you treating Mom the way Liam treats me.”

“Mom and Dad didn’t get divorced.”

Her stomach rolled. “Thank you very much for reminding me of that.”

Gray sighed and draped his arm around her shoulder protectively. “That wasn’t a put down.”

“Yes, it was. I failed at my marriage.”

“You didn’t fail. You just married a jerk.”

“My son hates me.”

“Fine, he hates you.”

Glancing up at Gray again, she saw his teasing grin and couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her lips. “You can at least lie to me when I whine. What good are you otherwise?”

“He’s a kid. He wants male companionship. All boys are like that.”

Grace observed Liam on the horse as he talked to the man standing with her cousin.

“Who is this guy with Ethan?”

“Strick? Technically his name is Jace. He’s a Navy SEAL. Ethan worked with him when he was in the Navy.”

“Strick? That’s a name?”

“Last name is Strickland.”

“What’s he doing here?”

Gray gave her a sidelong glance. One side of his mouth lifted to a grin. “Why are you so interested?”

She rolled her eyes. “Knock it off. I’m not. Well, I am to a point. Liam seems to be hanging on his every word.”

“I think Ethan brought him out here to check on Tessa’s new project. They toured the Wounded Veterans Center yesterday.”

“He’s an investor?”

“A donor. He has money to burn. I don’t know how. And Tessa doesn’t care as long as he’s impressed enough to give her the funds to push this project over the edge. She’s relying on donors to run the Rolling Rock Equine Rehabilitation Center. Strick is a horse guy.”

Grace glanced over at Jace “Strick” Strickland, who was now lovingly stroking the neck of one of the horses as he spoke to it. He had to be talking very low to the horse because she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Grace?”

She snapped her gaze to her brother. “A horse guy, huh? Does that mean rodeo?”

Gray chuckled as he leaned against the rail of the fence. “Not exactly. His family owns a stock company out in Wyoming. He was looking for something to be a part of, so Ethan invited him out here.” Gray sighed. “When is Joe picking Liam up?”

“Day after tomorrow.” Grace couldn’t hold back the sigh that made its way up her throat. “He’ll be gone for a month.”

“Wow. How’d Joe swing that one?”

“It was a compromise. Liam asked him if he could live with him permanently.”

“Ouch,” Gray mouthed.

“I told you. He hates me. You have to peel Haley from Tessa every time her ex has visitation and my kid doesn’t even give me a backwards glance.”

“First of all, Haley is a girl and she’s only five. You were like that with Mom and Aunt Kate for the longest time. Don’t beat yourself up. Liam will get over it.”

“I wish I had your confidence.” She released another sigh. It was getting old lately, resigning herself to things she had no control over. The worst of it was that Joe was actually considering having Liam spend more time with him on the road. It opened up a whole slew of problems that Grace hadn’t planned to think about and now didn’t want to think about. Spending time on the road with his father during the summer was one thing. But during school…she didn’t even want to think about how much that would disrupt her son’s life more than his parents’ divorce already had.

But Grace had no choice if she didn’t want to fight the way Tessa and her ex-husband were fighting over custody. She had a front row seat to just how ugly that could get. And the fact that Liam had done nothing but talk about being with his father since the moment he finished the school year only drove that point home harder.

What the hell was she going to do with herself for the next four weeks without her son?

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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

On Conversations: #AAMBC #author Phylicia G.

Please join me in welcoming author Phylicia G. to Conversations today! Phylicia is here to talk about her novel, When a Thug's Heart Bleeds Blue 2! So be sure and check out the cover, blurb and short excerpt below! And don't forget to check out her interview too and get to know Phylicia G..

Lisa ~

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When a Thug's Heart Bleeds Blue 2

“I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start, taught me so  many lessons. How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions…” ~ 2Pac, Do for love

Alnessa “The Black Widow” Patterson has placed a deadly love spell on Agent James. His soft spot for saving people has placed him on a web of lies and deceit. Tangled in this poisonous web now includes his, Nana. Whose now in harms way. Continuing to fight his feelings, Agent James’s determination to keep his name as the toughest federal agent around grows stronger by during his attempt to save Alnessa, her son, and Nana. During this time, he continues to carry the guilt of things that happened in his past, that’s out of his control. Meanwhile, Alnessa, Agent James, and Alpo (Alnessa’s grandfather), who is a part of the Gonzalez Mexican Drug Organization, must learn how to coexist to make it out of Mexico alive. It’s all a matter of life or death at this point. Find out if Alnessa’s web of lies and deceit were with malicious intent or was it to protect her innocence.




Excerpt from WHEN A THUG'S HEART BLEEDS BLUE 2

The guards laughed as the man stood up, shaking his head and his hand. “Put her in the cell with him. Let her see him once more before I get rid of him.”

“You’re going to kill him?” One of the other armed men that walked into the room with him asked.

POW!

Grabbing my mouth so my cries couldn’t be heard, I had seen enough. So, I scooted back as far as I could in my cell and prayed.

“ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO QUESTION ME?!” The man barked as he waited for the rest of his men to answer him. None of them spoke a word as they looked around at each other.

The man nodded his head, “Great!” He looked up, and I could tell that he was getting ready to head this way. Lowering my head, I began to pray harder.

“Lord, please watch over my soul and protect me from all harm. I need you, Lord!”

“He’s getting away! He’s running to his house. Back-up! Back-up! He’s getting away!”

Frantic yelling came across the men’s walked talkies and the man stopped in his tracks and turned around.

Thank-You, Lord! I prayed as I exhaled deeply.

Stepping over the female on the floor as if she was a rock on the ground, he pointed back at her, “Handle that. I’ll be back as soon as I kill this idiot. Wake her up, too! I want her to see him before I take his life. How she reacts afterward will determine if she lives or dies.” He walked towards the door and placed his hand one of the men's shoulders, “Stay here! I’m sure he’s trying to stall long as possible to get to her.”

The guard nodded as he stepped to the side and the other men followed the well-dressed man through the door. Once I heard the steel door close, I quickly scooted closer to the bars to see who the female was.

The guard that had been in the dungeon, keeping watch the entire time, placed her over his shoulder and easily laid her inside the cell. Then all of a sudden, the other guard grabbed an opened water bottle and dashed water in the girl’s face.

She sat straight up as she gasped for air and then looked around. The guards got into a scuffle because some of the water had been splashed on him. The both of them walked out of the steel door, exiting the dungeon. I waited a few seconds before I called out to the girl but once I got a better look, I couldn’t believe it. This meant that my Marlon was here.

“Alnessa, is that you?” I whispered loud enough for her to hear me.

Scuffling to her feet, she ran to the bars and grabbed them tight. “Yes ma’am, are you okay?”

Ignoring her concern for me, “Where’s Marlon?” I questioned as the knot in my stomach grew tighter, from the fear I thought of losing another child. Marlon was my grandson, but I considered him as my son.

Alnessa didn’t answer me. Her eyes were fixated on the little boy on the floor. The rhythm of her breathing went from rapid to long deep breaths as if she was trying to catch her breath. Slowly she started to move her way over to the fragile boy and scooped him into her arms as she cradled him in her lap.

“Ohhhh Goddddd!” Alnessa cried out as she rocked him back and forth, kissing his dirty and boney face repeatedly.

I didn’t know what to think, she’d told me that she didn’t have any children. Did she lie to me? Of course, she did. This woman had been on trial for attempting to kill her husband. The world knew her for her beauty, charm, and death of her prey. Lowering my head, I began to shake it. How could Marlon be so stupid? Now, she had him and me as well, tangled in her deadly web. She’d lived up to her name, “The Black Widow.”

Snapping myself out of my thought, the color red began to take over my mind. “WHERE’S MY BABY?!”

Maybe, my emotions were getting the best of me. I wasn’t perfect, but I tried to live by God’s rules. Raised my children the best way I knew how, still they seemed to slip through my fingers and strayed away into the streets. Never once, if somebody needed me was I not there for them. And last but not least, I hated judging people. That’s why I decided to open up and let Alnessa in. That all changed when that detective showed up at my house looking for her. I warned Marlon to let that man take her, but no he had to save her too.

Alnessa didn’t answer me, she continued to cry and rock the weak child. He became so weak that he couldn’t open his eyes. It was then, I realized that I was still a mother and I knew how it felt to hold your child in your arms, watching them die.

I opened my mouth to question her again, but nothing came out. Deciding not to question her again, I just went back to my corner, and took my seat again. My mind and heart wanted more answers but it obvious I wasn’t going to get any information out of Alnessa right now. Saying a silent prayer, I closed my eyes and relived her pain.




Interview with PHYLICIA G.

Tell us about yourself. When you’re not writing, what are you doing?

I’m a mother of three, two boys and one girl. I grew up and still live, in a small town where everyone knows one another or at least someone within your family. The best joy I get from living here in South Carolina is the weather is decent. We may get some strong winds from hurricanes, some snow every blue moon, but it’s never anything that will make you relocate. When I’m not writing, I’m always reading. I’m lucky to get to sample and test read a lot of my pen sisters’ work before it’s released. So, that’s a plus for me being that I’m a fan of reading first, then, an author.

How long did it take you to write your first series?


It took me almost two years to complete my first novel, Carolina Rich. Then book dropped that year and back to back after that. To be honest, that series still isn’t completed. STILL Carolina Rich will be released sometime this year.

Who was your favorite characters to write about and from what series? And why?

Tameka and Kurt were definitely my favorites. Why? Because Carolina Rich was my first baby. I got to birth them and watch them grow just as I do with my children.

What would be a challenging genre for you to write that you could see personal growth in your craft?

This is kind of tricky for me being that I would like to step out into it and explore. However, to answer that question, I’d say poetic urban fiction. I wrote my first erotic poem for my SEXROTICA DIARIES BLOG this year. That explains my answer I hope. Not a strength of mine.

Do you ever experience writer’s block? And if so, how do you overcome it?

OMG! I knew nothing about this until I started giving myself deadlines. That’s when my mind would decide to go blank on me. It can be so frustrating, but you never want your work to be forced because that will definitely show to your readers. So I’ve learned to just step away, maybe read a book, and come back to what you’ve written.

What is one of the advantages and disadvantages of being in the literary industry?

There are so many but one that has always stuck with me is, staying true to myself. And what I mean by that is, create your own lane, and travel that path vs. you following that path of someone else whose lane was molded for you. Sometimes people run into more obstacles following the paths of others instead of finding their own way. I love genuine people and books that are full with originality is a big plus for me.

Are you working on new projects? And if so, share the name and a snippet or brief description of the upcoming project.

Yes, I have a few things I’m working on. A couple projects are just getting started so I won’t mention those. But When A Thug’s Heart Bleeds Blue part two will be released soon and Tale of Two Hearts: A Book of 4 Love Stories. Neither projects have solid release dates but will be announced soon.



Often called, The Princess of Street Lit, Phylicia G., incorporates a lot of real life events into her stories. Her writing style is versatile but growing up in different urban areas in the small-town of Walterboro, South Carolina, urban romance and street literature is the genre she gravitates towards and delivers her best work.

After graduating college, her best friend, continuously tried to persuade her to write a book about her life. Phylicia G. decided that she wasn’t ready to speak about her hardships of life, just yet.  However, in 2008, she read her first urban fiction novel, Wifey, written by one of  her favorite authors to date. She then read Kiki Swinson’s bio and discovered, she could become an urban fiction author as well.

Phylicia G. fell into a deep depression after giving birth to three children and realizing the wrong decisions she’d made in her past, brought her career in the medical field to a halt. During that time, she began to write in a black and white composition notebook. The story had no name, but she decided to mail multiple chapters at a time to her incarcerated brother to test read.  After her first manuscript was completed and getting the green light from her brother, family, and friends, in 2015, she gave the story a title and self-published Carolina Rich. She released her second series, The Street King’s Daughters with Supreme Works Presents in 2017.  She’s written eleven solo books, one collaboration, three anthologies, and she will be self-publishing solo book number thirteen this year. One anthology (Patron on Ice), one national best-selling author, and publisher that she will never forget is, Niyah Moore. February 2015, Niyah published the brand-new author’s first short story, ‘The Family Affair’ in the Patron On Ice anthology. (The Family Affair short story is now published in the back of Carolina Rich part three.)

Not only does Phylicia G. have a soft spot in her heart for writing. She enjoys being a mother to her three beautiful children, reading in her free-time, and helping other inspiring authors accomplish their dreams as well. Such as her older sister and her daughter, who both wrote children’s books, and Phylicia G will soon publish both books under her independent company, Carolina Publications, LLC.


Find the author:
Website: www.iamphyliciag.com www.peacefulrose08.com
Facebook Author Page: www.facebook.com/AuthorPhyliciaG
Facebook Readers Group: www.facebook.com/groups/806554296145240
Twitter: twitter.com/AuthorPhyliciaG
Instagram: www.instagram.com/authorphyliciag
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/Phylicia_G
Interview: sheenabinkley.com/2016/12/30/31-days-31-authors-phylicia-g

 



Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Dakota Cowboy



Dakota Hearts Book 8
Dakota Cowboy

The last thing Luke McKinnon wanted in life was to work at the family oil business. He'd done a good job steering clear of that by setting up a successful law practice in Sioux Falls. But when the patriarch of the family falls sick, Luke steps in. He's only trading his crisp white dress shirt for a t-shirt and hardhat until his father is back on his feet. He doesn't plan on sticking around. That is...until he meets Tessa.

Single mother, Tessa Rock isn't afraid of hard work. She can hold her own with the ranch hands on her daddy's ranch and on an oil rig. She doesn't have time for a man to mess up her fragile life...until Luke McKinnon shows up on her rig. The handsome lawyer is probably used to having beautiful women draped on his arm. But at the end of the day, it's a miracle if she can get all the dirt and grime out from under her fingernails. The two of them couldn't be more different. But none of that matters. She quickly learns what a fool she'd been to think of Luke as just a lawyer who can help her get what she wants. One night in his warm embrace, and seeing the heart and soul of a man who loves so deeply, Tessa realizes she wants the man...for the rest of her life.


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Excerpt 

Rumor had it Luke McKinnon was a lawyer.  He was the kind of lawyer who untangled all the knots that married people spent a lifetime tying up.  The kind who won tough cases for the clients he represented.

At least, that is what Tessa Rock had overheard during lunch earlier that day.  She’d pretended not to listen.  She even pretended not to notice Luke McKinnon when he’d come into the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee, although in truth, it was hard not to notice a man like him.  There was something commanding about him.  Not unapproachable or intimidating.  Luke McKinnon was a man who made it hard not to notice him in a room full of men.

Tessa Rock knew she needed Luke McKinnon.  The question was how to approach him with her troubles without everyone else on this oil rig jumping into her business.

Tessa picked up one end of a section of pipe that had been dropped on the platform by Dibs Dobinski, the crane operator, and then she turned to Matt Henley, another roughneck worker on the MW oil rig she’d been working on for the past year.  She’d worked tours with both of these roughnecks and had gotten to the point where they’d fallen into a rhythm that functioned like a well-oiled machine.  She waited until Matt gave a nod and she lifted the pipe, holding steady so he could ease the pipe into the fitting.

Once the pipe was secured, Tessa turned to see if Luke was still talking to his brother, going over production numbers.  Ever since John McKinnon had been laid up in the hospital after suffering a heart attack on that very platform, Luke had been visiting the rig, trying to keep it producing oil. And that was just fine with Tessa.  Working on the rig wasn’t any harder than working on her ranch, but she needed this paycheck if she had any chance of keeping the Rolling Rock Ranch and making it solvent again.  If she lost the ranch, she’d lose everything.

That wasn’t going to happen if she had a breath left in her.

She needed to keep herself focused on her work like she did every day she spent at MW Oil.  It had taken her a long time to win over the acceptance of a crew that initially wasn’t too sure about a woman being on the platform with them.  Now that she had, she didn’t want a handsome face to undo everything she’d worked hard for this past year.

And she couldn’t deny that Luke McKinnon was a man who commanded attention just by standing there.  But if she didn’t get her mind off the man and on her work, she wouldn’t be standing here much longer.

“Ready!” she called out to Dibs.  Rinse, Repeat.


A few moments later, she heard yelling from below.

“Damn,” Matt yelled.  Tessa still held a section of the pipe in her hand, but with Matt’s outburst, she turned and spotted the pipe Dibs had secured on the crane swinging toward them as if it had a will of its own.

“Watch out!” she heard someone call out.

In the split second it took her to realize the pipe she was holding was going to connect with the pipe that was swinging from the crane, Tessa dropped the pipe and rolled across the platform out of the way just as the two pipes collided.  As she rolled, her hardhat slipped off her head and disappeared over the side of the platform.

When she stopped rolling and the pipes settled, Tessa glanced over at Dibs and took in the panicked expression on his face as he stood up inside the crane, and then shut it down.  She gave him a thumb up to let him know she was okay.

“Sorry, Tessa.  When I felt the wind, I should have checked to see if that pipe was stable.  I didn’t see it coming until it was almost right at you,” Matt said, heading toward the pipe that had rolled across the platform.

“It’s okay.  No one was hurt.  Just give me a minute to get my hardhat.”

“Earth to Tessa!” Matt called out, pointing above her.  “Watch your head!  You have a pipe coming your way!”

Tessa turned her attention back to the platform, and to the task at hand.  Her cheeks flamed after having been caught gawking at Luke McKinnon.  At least, that’s what the smirk on Matt’s face told her he was thinking.

She grabbed the pipe that Dibs was easing over to them to keep it steady, and repeated the same process she had for the last ten pipes they’d fitted today.

Tessa quickly ran to the stairs leading down to the ground from the platform she’d been working on.  She spotted her hardhat on the ground at the same time she saw Luke McKinnon walking toward it.  He got to it before her and picked it up with the hand that wasn’t holding the clipboard and turning it as if he were inspecting it for damage.

“I guess this is yours?” Luke said, handing her the hardhat.

“Thanks.”  She took the hardhat, but didn’t put it on her head.

“Were you hurt?”

“Up there?  No.  It gets gusty on the platform.  Every so often the wind takes one of those pipes like it’s the rope of a kite.”

He frowned.  “You mean a near accident like that is normal?”

She glanced up at the platform.  Matt was waiting for her.  He could wait a minute.

“No,” she said. “But it does happen.”

He pointed to his head.  “Better get that back on then.”

“Where’s yours?”

He seemed taken aback by her response.

“I don’t work on the platform.”

“You are today.  That means a hardhat for everyone here.  I’m surprised Gray didn’t mention it.  He’s very careful about such things.”

“I’ll remember it next time.”

She started to turn away, but then stopped.

“They say you’re a lawyer,” she said, watching his face.  She knew that a first impression was important, and she didn’t want to leave Luke with the impression that she was a shoddy worker.

“Not today,” he said.

“If I’d have asked you last week, what would you have said?”

“Last week?  I would have said I was the son of an oil company president.”

Her lips lifted just a fraction.  “You still are.  I heard your father is doing much better.”

The worry he’d been feeling over the last few weeks was deep and showed on his face.

“You hear a lot of things.”

“I asked.  I like your father.”  And Tessa did.  She’d always liked John McKinnon.  He didn’t treat her like someone who didn’t belong on his oil rig.  True, he was a gentleman, much like Gray had always been.  But he showed how much he valued her and respected her work.  With so little other positive in her life, that one small thing seemed huge.

Luke was clearly pleased at her compliment.  “He’s a good guy.  It’s hard not to like him.”

“Then why the guilty face?”

He eyed her and then glanced up at the platform.  “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

“Yes.  But I’ve clearly touched on a topic that is sensitive.  Sorry about that.  I have no filter.  I just say what’s on my mind.”


“I’ll remember that, too.”

She put the hardhat on her head.  “You’re not going to fire me for it, are you?”

He frowned.  “Why would I do that?”

She couldn’t help but smile.  “Thanks.” 

When she remained standing there, he asked, “Was there anything else?”

There was so much more.  However, this wasn’t the place. 

Tessa shook her head.  “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“At least for today.”

Her stomach dropped.  “Are you leaving us already?”  He couldn’t leave.  She hadn’t even had a chance to talk to him.

“I meant I’ll be here until my father is well enough to come back to work.”

“Oh, let’s hope that’s soon.”

She walked away and felt his eyes on her back as she walked toward the ladder. When she reached the ladder to climb to the second platform, she turned around. Luke was still standing in the same place they’d spoken together, holding his clipboard in his hand.  He was staring at her.  Unlike most men who would turn away when caught, he continued to look at her.  She smiled and was rewarded with the same.  A stab of regret hit her as she turned away.  She’d been so focused on talking to him that she couldn’t see his smile up close or see if his eyes lit up, making his smile genuine or something he just pasted on for show.  Something told Tessa Luke wasn’t the kind of man to put on airs that way.  And she liked that.

Later.  Definitely later.

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Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: His Dakota Heart



Dakota Hearts Book 7
His Dakota Heart

How do you say goodbye to a love when it had no ending? Gray McKinnon has spent two years struggling with moving on when the woman he loved suffered an accident that left her in a coma and no hope of recovery. Everyone urged Gray to move on. He's had plenty of offers to help him mend his broken heart on and off the rodeo circuit. But moving on is easier said than done when your heart belongs to someone else. At least, he thinks so until he sees Nina Hendrix again.

Nina couldn't help falling in love with her big sister's cowboy any more than she could bring her sister, Jen, back from her coma. She's kept her distance from Gray out of respect for her sister. But when her family decides to move Jen to another medical facility a few states away, she can't help but reach out to Gray, even though she has no illusions that he could love her the way she loves him. She won't let herself be just another woman passing through his life, helping him forget. But one night in his arms makes her realize there is no future for them if every time he looks at her he sees the one woman he can never have.


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Excerpt 

Eight seconds.

That’s all Gray McKinnon needed.  He wasn’t so broken down at thirty-two that he couldn’t hold his seat on the back of a bucking bull for eight seconds, despite the whispers that he was as ancient as the dirt beneath him.  He’d cut his eyeteeth at rodeos, like most of the McKinnons.

Gray positioned himself on the back of the dusty bull named Frozen Tundra. He wasn’t as rank as some of the other bulls being drawn today.  Even if he kept his seat, the bull’s score may not be high enough to give him placement today.  But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here to prove anything to anyone.

Except himself.

When he was sure his rigging strapped to the bull was secure, he nodded that he was ready and the chute opened.  He expected power beneath him and Frozen Tundra didn’t disappoint.  The bull tucked its head and showed him just how unhappy he was to have Gray on his back.  The next Gray knew his hand broke free of the leather strap and he was airborne a few seconds.  Then his body connected hard with the dirt.  He didn’t even have time to be disappointed, or to react to the pain that shot through his body.  He saw the rodeo clown headed toward him to distract Frozen Tundra and Gray knew he had to get out of the path of the charging bull.  Still feeling the adrenaline rush, Gray scrambled to his feet as quick as he could and ran to the sideline.  Only when he was climbing the rail did he feel pain shoot up his wrist.

Fifteen minutes later Gray sat in the tented medic area with an ice pack on his wrist, staring at an empty gurney as the sound of rodeo erupted in the nearby arena.

“You’ll have to keep that ice on you for another ten minutes or so.  Probably should have an X-ray, too,” the medic said.  “You work at the rig?”

Gray nodded.  He’d been working in the family oil business since he could hold his own out in the field.  His father had insisted all of his children at least learn about the business before going off on their own.  Each McKinnon took their turn as they came of age.  Luke was the first.  He’d worked at MW Oil before heading off to college.  They’d all teased him that he’d purposely gone to law school to avoid having to come home and continue working under their father and uncle’s tutelage.  But he hadn’t been home since.  His brother Ian had been next, but then had left for a career in military soon after.  His sister Grace had been exempt from working on the rig, but still worked in the offices.  Julian was the youngest and the most stir crazy of all the McKinnons.  That left Gray.

“I’m working out in the field but I’m not doing anything with my hand that will prevent me from working.”

The medic, a man in his mid-fifties that looked as if he’d spent too much time in the sun, shook his head.  “Rules are rules.  You have an injury.  You need to get some film of it before you can be cleared to go back on the job.  I can’t force you to do it, of course.  But you put the company at risk without it.  If anyone at the oil company finds out you were injured, you’re going to catch hell Monday morning.”

Gray chuckled wryly.  “It won’t even take that long.”

The medic looked at him, his wiry gray and black brows pulling together into a frown.

“I’m having Sunday dinner with the boss.”

Dawning showed in the man’s expression.  “Then you best get yourself an X-ray before you sit down at the dinner table.  I’ll be back in a few minutes to take that ice pack and then wrap your wrist.”

Alone in the medic tent again, Gray listened to the roar of the crowd as another rider finished their ride.  He’d planned on doing his ride and then watching the other riders to get his head back into the sport.  As he flexed his fingers and felt the ache in his wrist, he decided maybe coming back to the rodeo was a bad idea in more ways than just a sore wrist.


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Sunday, April 29, 2018

Welcome to Sweet, Montana! New series by Lisa Mondello


Available May 31, 2018


Dumped by a cheating husband, Katie Dobbs' life had gone off the rails and she is now back to square one, living in her parents' home in Sweet, Montana and working a job she hates. She refuses to stay in a dark and empty house as a constant reminder of her mistakes. So she did the only thing that made sense. She breaks into an old dilapidated chapel to figure out her next move and is nearly arrested by Caleb Samuel, her brother's high school friend who is now a handsome police officer in town.

Caleb had heard Katie was having a hard time. Sweet was a small town and everyone knew everyone else's business. Except for one thing. No one knew where his sister Julie disappeared to 10 years ago and no one had heard from her since. Katie had been good friends with Julie before they'd both left Sweet. Now Katie is back. Buying a broken down chapel to renovate as a house is nuts when you don't know the difference between each end of a hammer. And Katie didn't. But she did know Julie, and maybe she'd be able to give him some insight into where Julie had gone. Caleb offers to help Katie renovate. But one problem after another threatens the project and leaves Katie thinking she'll never realize her dreams. Until she realizes she's falling in love with her brother's friend. Even as everything seems to be falling apart around them, can love help heal their hearts?


Excerpt: 

Katie sat in one of the pews in the back of the chapel and thought about how her life had gone off the rails. She rubbed her fingers together as she laid them on her lap and tried to ward off the bitter Montana cold. A gust of wind swept into the building, making a sudden chill race through her body. It was probably the flimsy plywood door she’d pulled away from the wall.
But then a beam of light swept through the chapel, illuminating features she couldn’t see in the dark until the beam of light landed on her. She quickly turned and saw the stark light source but did not see the person holding the flashlight as they moved through the open door and into the chapel.    
“Katie Dobbs. What on earth are you doing in here?"    
Katie shielded her eyes with her fingers. "Do I know you?"    
The man’s low chuckle sounded familiar, but she still couldn't place it.
“I hope so. I've known you and your brother practically my entire life.”
He dropped the flashlight enough so that it wasn't shining in her eyes directly. She squinted her eyes and looked at the man's silhouette period.
“Caleb? Caleb is that you?”
”You were the last person I expected to find in here.” 
Caleb came into the chapel fully and made his way over to the pew where Katie was sitting. He looked around for a second, sweeping the flashlight into little corners to make sure that they were alone. Katie had hadn't even thought that someone else could be here. A homeless person maybe. But in Sweet, no one ever stayed homeless for long. With this frigid weather, someone would've to take a vagrant in for the night or take them to one of the bigger cities shelters with the opportunity to help them get on their feet.
Seemingly satisfied, Caleb sat down next to her on the pew.  As he did, Katie felt the pew rock, indicating the fasteners that braced the pew to the floor had come loose. Katie wasn't sure if she was relieved that she was no longer alone or annoyed the Caleb had broken the relative quiet she had been enjoying for the first time in months.
No, that wasn't exactly true. She could have quiet at home.  But now that her parents were snowbirds and her brother was living in New York, she loathed going home because she knew that all the life inside of it was gone. No, it wasn't being alone. It was breaking into her thoughts that told her she’d messed up marrying a cheating man who was now giving a life Katie had dreamed of to another woman.
She chuckled softly and looked down at her hands in shame.
"What's so funny?" Caleb asked.
She shrugged and quickly glanced at Caleb’s expression. He wasn't laughing at her. She wasn't quite sure how to read Caleb. She'd known him practically their entire lives, just as he had said. But she found herself embarrassed to admit the reason she’d come to the chapel, and even more embarrassed she’d been caught wallowing.
"As long as I can remember, this place was falling apart,” she said.  “Do you ever remember a time when people used to come here to actually go to church?"  
"My parents were married in this chapel," Caleb said with a smile.
"Yeah?"
He nodded and looked around. "I have some pictures back of the house. My sister and I used to come here on Sundays we were very little but I don't remember much about it. This chapel was too small and when the new church was built, everyone went there. After that, this one was forgotten."
"It wasn’t exactly forgotten. Kids have been coming here on Saturday nights for a very long time.  Probably still do by the look of all those beer cans.”
He pulled off his hat and placed in the pew next to him. When he turned to her, she caught his amused grin with the little bit of direct light illuminating his face from the flashlight.
"Oh, I came here quite a lot in high school."
Katie laughed, and it felt good to actually laugh at something other than her own missteps in life. Yeah, she had laughed at them, too. She laughed at how easy it had been to married the wrong man, and to think her life would be different.
Caleb grinned at her. "Don't give me that look, Katie Dobbs. I'd seen you here too on several occasions."
"I wasn't gonna say anything!”
His expression changed to one of concern. "What you really doing here, Katie?"
"Feeling sorry for myself. How pathetic is that?"
"We all have our moments."
"Mine are becoming a bad habit."
She looked up at the ceiling and couldn't see the great cathedral or the beams that supported the building. It was too dark to make out anything in detail. But she knew there was a hole in the roof, but only because she’d stepped into a pile of snow when she’d walked through the door. It was a pity to think of the damage it had caused inside. The damage to wood beams and wide planks that were probably well over a hundred years old was heartbreaking.
"Can you shine the light on the ceiling?" she asked.
With the lighted flashlight still in his hand, Caleb asked, "What for?"
"If you’re not going to arrest me, then humor me.”
He chuckled low. “Don’t tempt me, Katie. The jury is still out on that one.”

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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Teaser Tuesday: Dakota Wedding



Dakota Hearts Book 6
Dakota Wedding


Ian McKinnon was just getting steady on his feet, looking forward to the opening of the Wounded Veterans Center and a big McKinnon wedding celebration, when tragedy struck again. The soldier who'd saved his life while in the military has died. He's charged with his most important mission: find his friend Carlos's family in Mexico or become guardian and raise Carlos's children. The only mandatory stipulation of his friend's will was that Ian live under the same roof with Abby Townsend, a firefighter from Carlos's firehouse. Abby knew the kids well and she could help ease them all through the transition of becoming a family. Okay, so Ian may not be daddy material, but he'd grown up with a whole lot of McKinnons running around. He could handle the kids just fine. The beautiful Abby Townsend was another story.

Abby took one look at Ian and shook her head with utter disbelief. What were her dear friends thinking by naming a man whose nickname was "The Hazard" as guardian of their three small children? She only needed to spend one year in Ian's house in South Dakota. She had to either find Carlos's family, or convince Ian that she was the better person to raise the children. Abby knows how hard it is to lose someone you loved. She'll be there to protect the children in any way she can. But can she protect her heart from falling in love with a man known for taking too many risks...and risk heartbreak again?


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Excerpt 

There was a time when the prospect of standing on two feet was beyond Ian McKinnon’s imagination. That had been a darker time in his life. A time he didn’t ever want to go back to again.

As he made his way up the driveway leading to the home he’d spent the last year refurbishing, feeling the early autumn sun on his face, he could finally see light. He felt at peace.

His cousin’s SUV sat next to his Jeep in the driveway. As he rounded the corner, he found Hawk sitting on the porch overlooking the river in the back yard.

Hawk smiled and stood up when they made eye contact. But the look on Hawk’s face immediately told Ian he wasn’t here for a social call.

“Can we go inside and talk?”

Ian sighed and tried to force a smile. “Something tells me I’m not going to like this conversation. So if it’s all the same to you why we just have it right here on the front porch?”

“I was hoping to spare you.”

Ian laughed without any humor. “That bad, huh? Just give it to me straight.”

Hawk shook his head and chuckled low. “You always did things your own way.”
    
Ian climbed the few stairs and pivoted so he could sit opposite Hawk on the porch. He braced himself for whatever news he was about to get.

“You got a call from Vermont this morning. Your mom took the call. No one has your new number.”

“I didn’t get the new number until last week. I haven’t had a chance to call Carlos and Brenda yet. Both of them are excited to come out and see the house and the Wounded Veterans Center now that it’s nearly complete. But both of them have my cell phone number. They could have used that.”

He was rambling and his stomach hurt just looking at Hawk as his cousin struggled with what he was about to say.

“Carlos and Brenda’s lawyer only had your parents’ telephone number."

“Lawyer?"

Hawk nodded, taking a deep breath. “Carlos and Brenda are dead.”


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Saturday, April 21, 2018

New Release Alert: DAKOTA BLUES is now Available!

DAKOTA BLUES
book 11 of Dakota Hearts series by Lisa Mondello is now available!

The story of the McKinnon family continues...
Hawk McKinnon has been waiting for his lady love, Regis, to marry him ever since she stepped foot in Rudolph, South Dakota. Now that they're expecting a baby, he's determined to finally make her his wife. But Regis has doubts and fears Hawk can't possibly understand given his upbringing in such a big and loving family. As Hawk works to make Regis fall in love with him again, making her believe in the power of love and family, will he succeed in making Regis his bride?
Revisit your favorite McKinnons!

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