Historicals for the Heart
I write historical romance based on a western theme. Ever since I was a young girl I have always had a fascination with cowboys and the women who loved them. Their lifestyles never looked easy, and I quickly found an admiration for these wonderful amazing hardworking people. Combine my captivation for cowboys with my infatuation with Native American history and the Old West and you have the stories I cannot wait to pen. My heroes are not only rugged and handsome they love their women with possessive venom that sinks to the core. They will move the Laramie Mountains if that is what it takes to prove their loyalty and love. My heroines are exquisite from the inside out. Yet, it is not their splendor that will capture the heart of my readers it is their incredible ability to overcome even the utmost turmoil life has to offer. Highly-flavored women who require even spicier men to hold their hearts and their passions forever.
Acceptance Series
The Cheyenne Bride
Acceptance/Truth/Courage
“Kill yourselves over this if you must, but there is more at stake here than revenge that has no place, no standing. If the Cheyenne were the ones who killed your parents, neither Wolf nor I were involved. But we do share their blood. Hate us if you must, Mr. Davis, but hate us for the right reasons.”
Chris watched with mixed emotions as Nichole vanished from view. He should despise every part of her. Her deception, blood line, the fact that she was so exquisite and her kiss had tasted so enticing. He should despise her most of all, for finding her wrapped in Wolf’s arms, their lips melted together as if their very lives had depended on that one moment in time. Jealousy reared, but something else did also, and Chris hated himself even more for it.
No matter how hard he tried to despise her, the more his heart cried out its need for her. She had touched a hidden ravine in his core, a spot so concealed he never knew it existed.
“I will not see her hurt, Chris Davis. She has seen enough pain in her life, she does not need anymore. Your fight is with me, not her. Let her go, let her leave this place now.”
“I can’t…”
“She has touched your heart.” Wolf knew this was the beginning of her mother’s visions, knowing he was powerless to stop fate.
Chris saw the sadness in Wolf’s dark eyes. “You love her, don’t you?”
Chris watched with mixed emotions as Nichole vanished from view. He should despise every part of her. Her deception, blood line, the fact that she was so exquisite and her kiss had tasted so enticing. He should despise her most of all, for finding her wrapped in Wolf’s arms, their lips melted together as if their very lives had depended on that one moment in time. Jealousy reared, but something else did also, and Chris hated himself even more for it.
No matter how hard he tried to despise her, the more his heart cried out its need for her. She had touched a hidden ravine in his core, a spot so concealed he never knew it existed.
“I will not see her hurt, Chris Davis. She has seen enough pain in her life, she does not need anymore. Your fight is with me, not her. Let her go, let her leave this place now.”
“I can’t…”
“She has touched your heart.” Wolf knew this was the beginning of her mother’s visions, knowing he was powerless to stop fate.
Chris saw the sadness in Wolf’s dark eyes. “You love her, don’t you?”
Destiny’s Price
Salvation/Valor/Hope
“Unless you want to die today, Connors, you’ll back away from her and hightail it outta here.” The angry voice of Stephen Davis rattled the walls of the tiny cabin. His words emphasized by the hammer of his pistol being pulled back.
“Get on outta here, boy, this is none of your business. This is between a pa and his daughter.” Jeb’s free hand caressing the butt of his gun holstered at his hip.
Destiny’s heart stopped in her chest, jumping to her throat as a bullet whizzed over her father’s head and into the wall behind them.
“This one was a miss on purpose, old man. Now if you don’t want the next one to take off your head, then you better just do as I say,” Stephen bellowed. The click of the hammer being pulled back again, only this time just inches from Jeb’s head, broke the intense silence that fell over the room.
“This is not finished, Davis. You cannot take what's mine without paying for it!”
Stephen followed Jeb’s steps toward the door with the barrel of his gun aimed perfectly at the man’s head. “The only price I will be paying for your daughter’s heart is the price that she asks, not you,” he seethed.
“Be warned, Davis, this is not over by a long shot,” Jeb growled back as he disappeared through the open door.
“Get on outta here, boy, this is none of your business. This is between a pa and his daughter.” Jeb’s free hand caressing the butt of his gun holstered at his hip.
Destiny’s heart stopped in her chest, jumping to her throat as a bullet whizzed over her father’s head and into the wall behind them.
“This one was a miss on purpose, old man. Now if you don’t want the next one to take off your head, then you better just do as I say,” Stephen bellowed. The click of the hammer being pulled back again, only this time just inches from Jeb’s head, broke the intense silence that fell over the room.
“This is not finished, Davis. You cannot take what's mine without paying for it!”
Stephen followed Jeb’s steps toward the door with the barrel of his gun aimed perfectly at the man’s head. “The only price I will be paying for your daughter’s heart is the price that she asks, not you,” he seethed.
“Be warned, Davis, this is not over by a long shot,” Jeb growled back as he disappeared through the open door.
Passionate Pursuit
Seductive/Passionate/...and Innocent?
Two round pools of liquid amber collided with two narrowed slits of molten steel. “What the hell are you doing here? And you can save those tears for someone who believes they’re real.” Sam Davis’s voice was as sharp edged as the look on his finely chiseled face.
“I told you before I’d accompany you on this cattle drive. In case you didn’t know I meant every word.” She reminded him with that arrogant tone that grated on his nerves.
“And I believe I made it clear you wouldn’t and I meant every word as well. Now I have to lose two, maybe three days, possibly more, taking you back to that ranch of yours before your father comes hunting us down like a bunch of thieves.”
“I won’t go. I will just turn around and follow you again. I swear to you I will.” Her chin jutted upward. Every perfect curve accented.
Damn, this woman, a man would have to be dead not to take notice. Everything about her somehow excited him, making logical thinking impossible.
“And I will just take you back.”
Rae sauntered a mere inch from him, refusing to allow his bad temper to deter her in the least bit. “Do you truly want to play that game?” Her leather clad hand came to his chin as she closed the remaining distance between them.
“I told you before I’d accompany you on this cattle drive. In case you didn’t know I meant every word.” She reminded him with that arrogant tone that grated on his nerves.
“And I believe I made it clear you wouldn’t and I meant every word as well. Now I have to lose two, maybe three days, possibly more, taking you back to that ranch of yours before your father comes hunting us down like a bunch of thieves.”
“I won’t go. I will just turn around and follow you again. I swear to you I will.” Her chin jutted upward. Every perfect curve accented.
Damn, this woman, a man would have to be dead not to take notice. Everything about her somehow excited him, making logical thinking impossible.
“And I will just take you back.”
Rae sauntered a mere inch from him, refusing to allow his bad temper to deter her in the least bit. “Do you truly want to play that game?” Her leather clad hand came to his chin as she closed the remaining distance between them.
