The Romance Reviews’ 6th Annual Celebration is Underway

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Join romance readers around the country for some of the best games and prizes available from romance authors during the month of March.  Each day in the month a different author will offer prizes such as ebooks and more.  All you have to do is play the games to win!

Mark your calendar for March the 17th.  Up for grabs on my page will be the first book in The Loflin Legacy, Comanche Haven.  Enter for your chance to be a winner.  Here’s the link.

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While you’re there, check out my other books as well.  I look forward to your comments.  Happy reading!

Catherine Wolffe

 

 

 

Beyond the Veil Celebration

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2017 is just around the corner.  Saying goodbye to 2016 will not disappoint me overly.  The year proved challenging and demanding in new and unique ways. So I bid the year adieu with a small celebration for my latest book, Beyond the Veil, Book 1 of Shadow Company.  Please join me for the Facebook event scheduled to begin tomorrow.

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Drop by and pick up the book at half price for a limited time.  In addition to the price reduction, you can register for a grand prize drawing.  I’m giving one lucky reader a set of autographed CW paperbacks.  All you have to do is share the book on Amazon to your page on Facebook.  Copy the link in a post at the event, and you are in the drawing.  There will be other prizes throughout the three-day event.  I look forward to sharing the incoming year with you and celebrating with friends.  Happy New Year and thanks for dropping by.

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Beyond the Veil – book blurb

Aubrie Sinclair, a seer from a long line of empaths, considers her talent a gift and a burden.  She’s a loner until she meets Logan Latimar, the ex-Navy SEAL, and warlock.  Sparks fly as they discover each other’s talents as well as hang-ups.  One thing they have in common is their battle with the evil demons known as shadow walkers living between worlds and stealing memories for their own pleasure.  Seekers of truth and justice, Aubrie and Logan face a threat and discover their genuine purpose.

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The end of 2016 marks my sixth year as a romance author.  I love the journey and look forward to many more tales of suspense and mystery within the genre of fantasy.  My latest book, Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series, scheduled for release at the end of the year brings magic to life.  I plan on sharing small snippets of the book with you, the readers in the coming weeks. To begin, here is the synopsis.

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Aubrie Nelson wanted peace.  As a seer, she cherishes living alone with only her dogs and horse as companions on a quiet farm in the hills of northern Louisiana.  The solitude allows her to harness her gift and banish the unwelcome voices in her head.  Her world is turned upside down when she meets Logan Latimar, former Navy SEAL, and warlock.

Evil lurks in the fog.  Logan has seen the demons in his tours as a Navy SEAL.  Even his talents as a warlock can not rid his world of the danger, residing on the other side of the light.

Can his attraction to Aubrie be more than a mere fascination?  Or, are they destined to face the shadow walkers from the netherworld?  Together they embark on a spin chilling adventure as self-proclaimed saviors of the world.

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“So that’s why you love it way out here.”  Logan scanned the darkness, examining the silhouettes in the burgeoning moonlight.  “I understand it now.  This place is your haven, your sanctuary.”  Turning, his eyes traced her features.  “You’re an amazing woman, Aubrie.”

“Not really.”  The laugh escaped unbidden.  Now, she gripped the rail.  Its strength she found necessary at the moment.  “Some say I’m crazy.”

Silence filled the air.

Funny, she had expected him to disagree.  She shot him a glance from beneath her lashes.  He started to laugh.  Starting as a bubble of amusement, Logan did not finish until he held his side.  “A stitch, sorry.”  Having trouble breathing, he clutched his middle.

She did not know whether to ignore the outburst or roll with the mood.  “What’s so funny, exactly?”

“I’m sorry.  Folks were calling you crazy.  I find that ironic is all.”  He smoothed a stray length of hair back from his forehead.  “You see the way the Army smothers a mistake is to cast aspersions on those involved.  If you find yourself under fire, cause a diversion.  We were labeled crazy by the shrinks once we got stateside due to our dispute over the call to disengage that night.  It’s so convenient for them to label you with PTSD and close the book on you.  Honorable discharges dished out all around.  Hoorah, team five.”  He waved a long finger in a circle above her head.  One pious general even mentioned how grateful we should be to have our pension intact.  He said how we could have been court-martialed for insubordination under fire.”

“You think I’m running don’t you?”  Aubrie watched him carefully.

“What?”  He shook his dark head.  “No! Why do you say that?”

Extending her arms, she encompassed the dark space before them.  “You see a coward who had rather live alone than face the world.  You think I believe you’re a coward.”

His eyes deepened to forest green.  Sparks of amber sizzled around his pupils.  “I don’t believe any such thing.  Quit putting words in my mouth, woman.  That’s not the way it is.”  Shoving back, he turned his back to her.  A moment passed.  Slowly, he turned to face her.  “I see what you’re up to.  You’re goading me aren’t you.  Trying to remind me, I’m not a victim here.  Am I right?”

She glanced out at the new moon’s gleam over her tiny valley.  “A man needs to remember why he’s fighting and for who.”  She turned away, walking down the length of the deck.  As she did, she glanced back.  “Small minded people will always believe what they want.  It helps them sleep at night, I suppose.  You and I believe in truth and justice.  I guess that makes us off kilter for some.”

“You had me going there for a minute.  Of course, I don’t believe the talk or the diagnosis.  We know what we were put here for, and that’s all that matters.”  Logan narrowed the distance between them.  Sweeping Aubrie up, he kissed her hard.

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Beyond the Veil, a work of fiction and the copyrighted material of Catherine Wolffe, the author is not eligible for reprint or sharing except with the permission of Catherine Wolffe.

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A Rough Year

Creative writing is like taking flight.

Sometimes in life, things assail people that catch them completely off guard.  This year has seen some of these road blocks in this writer’s life.  Reality is a rough place to reside when you face the ugly side of our existence on earth.

I wish I could tell you the answer for me was to escape into writing.  But dealing with health issues and denial of your own mortality overrode my creative nature.  Sorry, but that’s truth.  Does that make me weak?  I do not have the answer to that one.  Today I opened my story file to work on the tale of a witch with PTSD in love with an empath kidnapped by a narcissistic demon.  The contents could mirror my mental state at this point.

The good news is I am closing in on the end of the story, and I am sure of one thing.  Life goes on.  I will survive.  I will not make promises.  Everyone has the promise to offer, so I will not compete.  Instead, I will seek the creativity to heal my battered soul.  The story will end when it is time.

For those of you who have patiently waited, here is an excerpt of my latest work in progress, Beyond The Veil. Thank you for your continued support.

Rockets whistled overhead.  Gunfire erupted all around Logan’s unit.  He blinked away the vision of Luke’s lifeless body lying in a pool of blood.  “Gotta stay here.  Gotta focus.  Just a vision.  Nothing more.”  Logan raked fingers through his hair.  Snarling at the noise, he crouched low.  The feel of his mind slipping from reality made his breath come in quick pants.  Gas fumes and burning rubber assailed his senses.  “Gotta get out of here.”  Logan closed his eyes and covered his head with his fists.

The sound of a chopper sitting down reminded him he had to evacuate.  Sweat popped out as he took a couple of steps toward the door.  There was not the time for the sense of dread, which enveloped him.  Still, the image of another person standing behind Luke frazzled his nerves.  Logan cursed low under his breath.  The sense of De Ja Vu whirled in his head.  He stumbled before clutching the doorframe.

He had struggled with the image ever since he returned from the ‘sandbox’.  Figuring it was a figment of a battle weary brain or some psychotic meltdown did not stop Luke’s form from popping up at the worst times, like now.  He could not see ghosts now – not now.  Shaking out the kinks, Logan forced one foot in front of the other.  “Stay in the present,” he murmured.  Willing away the thoughts, Logan forced his brain to think of Aubrie.  She was safe and out of harm’s way.  The crystals he had given Gus to use would keep Aubrie safe until he could stop this disaster from happening.  Her alter ego; Valcura was going to be pissed.  Logan grinned at the image of her flying off the handle and gathering a head of steam to dump on his ass when he returned.  A quick prick of guilt reminded him of the trick he had used to keep her out of the action.  So what if she was pissed at him for holding her hostage until he could eliminate Absol and his band of merry warriors.  The eye roll brought back the headache.  Tension gripped his neck.

“Time to rock and roll, bro.”

Logan wiped away the dirt.  The voice reminded him of Luke.  Searching behind him, he confronted his buddy standing much as he had the day they’d left for Afghanistan.  Luke, the boy from back home, the quarterback and hero, stretched to his entire six foot two frame and grinned for Logan.  Gathering his wits, the former Navy SEAL shook away the memory.  “Gotta focus.  Can’t go in halfcocked.”

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This excerpt from Beyond The Veil, book 1 of Shadow Company is copyrighted material and the property of Catherine Wolffe, author.

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Casey’s Gunslinger – Snippet – The Loflin Legacy Continues

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For the love of a good woman, a man will go against what’s lawful. Here’s a snippet from the second novel in The Loflin Legacy Series, Casey’s Gunslinger. Happy Saturday!  Enjoy and know I appreciate your comments greatly.

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Casey’s Gunslinger snippet! Excited to share this bit from book two in The Loflin Legacy. Casey’s an orphan. She’s come back to Tyler to confront the father, who abandoned her as a baby. Charles Harrison, the gunslinger, turned lawyer takes on more than he bargained for with the feisty filly, who vows revenge on the Loflin name.

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Driven by an inner demon, Casey crossed the rock bank of the creek. “Mr. Harrison, I demand an apology.” Hands fisted on hips; she glared at his broad back. Noting the way the leather vest fit him perfectly, accentuating his narrow waist and trim behind, she waited.
He turned smooth and easy as if the idea of an apology had been his own. “Certainly, Miss St. Clair, just as soon as hell freezes over.” With two fingers to the brim of his Stetson, he rounded her and headed for his horse. “Get ready to ride,” he growled over his shoulder.

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Desire’s Embrace-A Wolf Shifter Romance

11160571_1649199951968626_2103220830101452295_nMorgan Latimar seeks a nanny for his children. Being a Creole and a shifter makes the search hazardous for him as well as his family. The woman who accepts the position can never know his secret. Yet, despite his Wolfen wisdom, Morgan falls for the passionate, Laura Sinclair.

Laura Sinclair answers the post from the mysterious man from Louisiana. Soon she’s thrown into the world of Voodoo magic deep in the heart of Creole New Orleans in 1872. How can she perform the job she was hired to do when she’s falling in love with the handsome Morgan Latimar?  Will he want her once he knows her secrets? Where can she turn for help?

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      “Gotta love a cowboy,” right? I wonder sometimes what you envision when the word cowboy is mentioned. Everyone’s ideas are different. Mine is of a rough, tough, no excuses kind of guy with a no-nonsense attitude about life. If you’ve ever tried to get close to somebody like this, you know how “hard” it can be. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, I want to share an excerpt from my novel, Comanche Haven. Given twelve years apart, Seth Loflin has a difficult time deciding how Celia, the woman from his past “fits” into his well-ordered life. You decide if he’ll succeed or not. Have a scintillating Sunday and enjoy a little cowboy heat.
Oh, by the way.  Check out the interview I did with Celia back in the day.  Click on the book cover below to be transported.  Cheers!
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Seth sank into the steaming tub of water the housekeeper had prepared for him, almost immediately, after reaching his room.  Steam rose in a cloud around him.  He leaned back and closed his eyes.  The numbing power of the hot water was doing a fine job on the aches and pains in his body.  What the water couldn’t fix, the whiskey in his hand could, so he closed his eyes and tried to forget the trouble brewing around him.

Dark hair and cool green eyes appeared in his mind’s eye.  Ty and he had traveled hard to make it back by sunset.  He hadn’t wanted to leave Celia alone any longer than was absolutely necessary.  Jake’s report on her activities had him wishing he’d sent the foreman to Tyler in his stead.

While the bath and whiskey did their job, Seth had time to consider what Jake had told him.  Celia had slipped out and gone to meet Red Bear.  It didn’t set well.  But the fact she’d gone alone and told no one was more disturbing.  Right now, he was in no mood for deceit under his own roof.

The knock at the door startled him.  Seth sloshed water as he sat upright in the tub.  “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Celia… ma…may I come in?”

“Wait a minute,” he snapped, more harshly than he had intended.  It took a moment of stretching at the low-slung table just out of arms reach, but Seth managed to retrieve and strategically place a towel over the tub for her sensibilities.  “Come on in.  It’s open.”

“I didn’t get a chance to speak to you when you arrived,” Celia said as she slipped into the room.  Her polite but prim demeanor faltered when she spotted him in the hip bath.  “Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know you were bathing.  I’ll come back later.”

She wheeled and her hand was already on the doorknob when Seth called out to her, “No, wait.  It’s okay.  I’m covered.”  His wry smile topped off the smoothing of the cloth over the big brass tub.

Slowly, Celia turned.

He had to chuckle to himself.  It was admirable she didn’t turn scarlet or wave away the vapors or some such nonsense at the sight of a half-naked man.  He reminded himself of others who would do just that when presented with a bit of male anatomy.  Satisfaction surfaced.  Probably seen all there was to see in the surgery theater, Seth mused.  With a waving of his wrist, he motioned her in as his smile became wicked.  “Come on in and keep me company.  I might even get you to scrub my back later.”  He took a deep swallow of the whiskey before setting his glass on the stand beside the tub.  The dark liquor burned all the way down and still didn’t numb the feeling of need growing in him.  He watched her out of eyes gone to slits.  For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to curb the irritated bend to his mood.

Cutter got up from his post near the hammered brass tub and wagging his tail, before sashaying over to greet Celia as she neared the bed.

Traitor, Seth mused as the dog thumped his tail with affection for the room’s newest member.

Lighting on the bench at the foot of his bed like a butterfly, Celia relaxed fractionally and let out an exaggerated breath when she noticed the hint of mischief in his expression.  “I never know how to take you.”  Trying to get her bearings back, she reached out and rubbed the cow dog behind the ears.  “I wanted to ask if you’d heard anything about the… the… about my father’s murder while you were in town?”  She finished in a rush.  “You went to the sheriff, right?”

Nodding, Seth cupped water in both of his big hands and splashed it into his face.  He was in no hurry to respond as he wiped the back of his hand across his face and then shook his head like a dog sending droplets of water in all directions.  “I went to alert Sheriff Cole and Major Chance at the Fort like I said I would.”  Seth reached for the bar of soap and began to scrub.  “We checked the tracks leading away from Lone Eagle’s campsite.  They headed north into Oklahoma territory.  We lost them not too far from the boundary to the reservation.”  He shook his head.  The ponies still carried Army issue shoes.  The riders are either U.S. Army or somebody with balls of steel.  They left a lot of signs and discriminating evidence.  I’m thinking they did it on purpose.  Whoever is responsible wants it to look like the army did it.”

His gaze met and held hers for a minute.  “I spoke to Jake earlier.”  He waited a beat.  “How did you like your ride?” Watching her closely, Seth waited.

Celia looked away, “Fine.”  She worked her hands in her lap.  The knuckles she gripped turned white under the pressure.  “Your place is so big.  I still have trouble with how vast it is.”

Seth watched as Celia placed her hand on her stomach and rubbed.

“We spent most of the day seeing a great deal of your place.  It’s beautiful,” Celia concluded quickly.

Too quickly, Seth thought, Nerves – not a good sign.

“Jake said we’d only skimmed the surface.  He mentioned how far away the outlying line shacks sat.  He reminded me the Shooter Creek remained the northern boundary of your spread.  He said you own everything almost to the Oklahoma territory.”

Seth watched her and only nodded.  His expression remained benign.

Celia responded with her hands moving to grip the bench on either side of her.  “Do you need help with your back?”  She rose.

The question came unexpectedly.  To his surprise, Celia got up and walked toward the tub.  Leaning over the squat table to retrieve the soap, she began to lather his back.

What was she up to?  Seth stalled in the water.  His next thought had nothing to do with the cooling temperature of the water.  He realized the true reason he’d been driven to get back to the ranch so quickly, which had nothing to do with her safety and everything to do with her.

The stroke of her fingers along his back had him tensing and sent blood rushing to his shaft.  Seth closed his eyes and willed himself to focus on something else.  His back muscles twitched as her hands glided up and down in a slow, rhythmic dance along his backbone.

“Seth, I wanted you to know how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” Her voice sounded like distant music. “I don’t think I would have made it without you.”

Trying valiantly to regain his composure, Seth sat in the water in silence for a time.  Her words sounded sincere.  Then as if driven, he slowly leaned back in the tub.  He had to admit, if she was toying with him, she was damn good at deception.  “No need to thank me, Celia.  You’ll always be able to count on me.”  Seth took mental stock one more time and assured himself he was in control.  But the need churning inside him had other ideas.  One look into those emerald green orbs and his heart gave a little lurch.  His mind simply stopped working.

Celia’s fingers continued to glide over his soap-slicked skin.  With each stroke, her fingertips were sending molten heat straight to his loins.

They reminded him of satin.  He wanted more.

Before he realized what he was doing, he reached out and clasped the nape of her neck.  Feeling her start to pull back, Seth whispered, “Relax girl, I won’t hurt you.”  With his eyes on her lips, Seth hesitated briefly, searching for something – anything, which would let him know how she would react.  Then he reached up and took her mouth with his.  The hunger breaking free had nothing to do with sensibilities.  This time he coaxed her mouth to open and let him taste the sweetness of her tongue.  Seth’s pulse hummed as her lips gave warm and tender under his.  She opened for him like a flower and Seth tasted the warmth of her lips, which were pliant against his.  He groaned softly.  She tasted like honey and the line of her throat like cream heated by the sun.  He thoroughly explored the inside of her mouth and then the slender neckline she offered when her head lolled to the side on her own gentle moan.  Slowly he discovered every slick, wet curve of her mouth.  His teeth grazed her lips and tasted the salt of hunger in her response.  Did she want him as much as he wanted her right now?

Celia exhaled and her eyelids fluttered shut.

The hunger growing inside him knew only one end.  Long agile fingers sank deep into the silken strains of her hair as he levered himself up the side of the tub angling for a better hold on her warm skin.  Cupping her head in his big hand, he kissed her again.  This time it was with the fever of need.  A need he’d, long ago, locked away.  It surged up from the cold depths of his own desire and rocked Seth with its intensity.  Taking her mouth in an attack meant to capture and possess, Seth realized too late he was losing the battle with reason, but he’d lost the will to care.  She tasted so good.  Her head fell to the side on another soft sigh of pleasure.  Seth found himself trailing long wet, ardent kisses down her neck.  The soft dip of her collarbone was a perfect place for him to linger.  He could feel the blood pulsing there, just under her skin.  Her smell, the smell of roses was all around him.  Another soft moan escaped.  So full of life, a life he’d thought he’d never hold in his arms again.  The warning bells were going off in his head by then.  His blood was roaring in his ears.  He was in too deep to heed any of it.  He felt like a drowning man with no desire for rescue.

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It took a moment for it to register.  She was saying something and the air around him was cooling as she drew back.

“Seth…”  Her voice was a fragile murmur as she pushed gently at his chest.  “I think I better go and let you get out.”  Celia shifted and disengaging his hands.  She slowly rose from the edge of the tub.

His eyes were on hers, those deep green orbs, pulsing with a thinly veiled need.  He could see it lying there in their depths, a molten-hot, burning fire.  Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone – snuffed out like a candle flame.  Logic reined once more.

“You better get out before you turn into a prune,” she said primly.  The words, spoken so plainly, sounded strange coming from the swollen mouth Seth saw was bruised red with passion. Her lip quivered before she bit down on it.

He noted a small mark along her neck where, he surmised, he’d used his teeth.  Some base demon urged him to pull her back and take what was so close.  He simply stared.  Unable to say anything, Seth watched her cross her arms over her breasts in a protective gesture.  There was no question in his mind she’d been affected by the kiss.  She ran her tongue over her lips again and looked away.  Seth watched her as she brushed deliberately at the front of her day dress before she spoke again.

Long, sooty lashes rose and Celia looked once more into his face.  “I better go,” she whispered.  Quietly heading for the door, she quickened her pace when, she heard him sloshing water as he rose.

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Cowboys and Angels

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Freckled Venom Copperhead by Juliette Douglas

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The title had me hooked and I enjoyed talking with the author so much I invited her to be on my blog.  Here’s our conversation about Freckled Venom Copperhead with the lovely and talented, Juliette Douglas.

What inspired you to write your first book?

I’m not sure, all I know is that I kept waking up with these goofy westerns percolating around in my head. I guess I was going through a mid-life crisis or God was trying to tell me something. I just know as I would scrub boats I would write dialog and scenes in my head. I didn’t even own a computer or have internet when I began writing six years ago. Wow! Things have come a long way since then.

 

How did you come up with the title?

A very dear friend has a cousin who is a retired publisher. Not only did he love the rough, raw version I presented, he offered two titles, to replace the one I had. I chose Freckled Venom.

 

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

That when life dumps a wagon load of lemons on you and you don’t have ‛nuff sugar to make lemonade, Just keep plugging along, you will survive.

 

What are your current projects?

Finishing the third book in the Freckled Venom series: Freckled Venom Skeletons to be out in 2014.

 

Next up:

Perfume, Powder & Lead

The tale of three floozies who leave the red-light district, heading for the goldfields and stumble upon four dead Nuns and decide to change their habits…so to speak and begin robbing banks masquerading as Holy Sisters.

 

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Bed of Conspiracy: Fiction based upon fact, The Knights of the Golden Circle and Jesse James, President Grant.

And whatever else pops into my little pea-picking brain.

 

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Excerpt from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

   

    Soft light began to fill the barn while he looked around, noting the three horses watching him with mild interest, There were three doors in the stable, the one behind him, and on the opposite wall, a single sliding door with another smaller one next to that. Turning slowly,  he took a good look at the Dillard boys. The three boys looked to be in their late teens to middle twenties, maybe a little older. Lanky to husky builds. Rawley had seen nasty looking hombres before, but these boys looked like sod busters, not killers. Tilting his head, he spoke to Lacy, asking, “You sure these are the Dillard brothers?”

Lacy nodded, pointing to the first one they’d brought in the barn, “That’s Aubrey, the youngest. That one is the middle brother. Name’s Keller. The dead one is the oldest, Ed.”

“Where they from? They look like sod buster.”

“They are, were, from Missouri. They’ve killed in every territory, well, almost every territory west of the Mississippi. Like I said, ‛Satan’s own spawn’,” Lacy finished, pressing her lips together.

Hearing a groan, they both turned toward the sound. Aubrey was beginning to awaken, after being smashed in the head by Lacy.

Anger began a slow burn deep inside of Lacy. She walked over to the boy and stared at the two-legged monster. This one had the scratches on his face from the Clancy woman. That made Lacy’s temper rise to a slow boil.

Aubrey looked up to see the purtiest l’il gal he’d seen in a while, flaming hair and big brown eyes you could melt into. He could feel himself rising.

Lacy’s anger continued to grow as did the bulge in his pants. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

That flaming temper overrode whatever sense Lacy had. Straddling the boy, she whipped out her knife. Bending over, she stuck it against the boy’s throbbing neck. His eyes quickly went from lust to fear.

Lacy whispered with deadly calm, “How ‛bout I do you like you did your last victim?” She asked, sliding the knife lightly drawing blood.

The boy blanched with fear. “Or better yet…” she began, brandishing the knife at the fly on his britches. She used it to pop off the buttons. She watched as the boy pressed himself against the post. “How ‛bout I just slice off your…,” her hand laid the edge of the blade across his bulge, then lightly sawed the blade back and forth, its edge beginning to cut through the material.

The bulge suddenly wilted. He looked at the knife, then, back up at her. The boy’s eyes wide with fear, he mumbled something against the bandana, shaking his head vigorously. Lacy’s eyes dripped venom as she added, “So you can’t play no more.”

She whisked the knife away only to continue her threatening attack on his torso. “How “bout…” as she sliced the buttons off his shirt and slit his underwear, exposing his gut. “How ‛bout…” she began as she slowly and lightly, sliced his skin upward. “I gut you like a hog at killing time, but I’ll leave you alive. Take your innards out.” Dark eyes never left the boy’s face. Lacy waved at the barn rafters. “Throw them up over those beams there, so you can watch your guts swinging from the rafters. Like sausages hanging from the beams of a smokehouse. How ‛bout that?” Lacy finished quietly.

Shocked at what he’d been witnessing, Rawley couldn’t move. His boots rooted to the dirt floor like a big oak. He’d never seen a female act like that before. Regaining focus, his ground eating stride placed him at Lacy’s side in seconds. He grabbed her wrist, swinging her around as he wrenched the knife out of her hand, scrutinizing the girl’s eyes. Lacy had traveled to somewhere deep within her soul. Moments later, her eyes came back into focus, fixing a deadly stare on him.

“That’s enough, Sunshine! I’m the law here. From now on you’ll do as I say!”

Freckled cheeks scorched with anger, she blasted the lawman, “I ought to whittle your ears off for that! Sides, you ain’t the only law around,” she told him through clinched teeth. Pushing around, him she moved toward the two boys, angrily tearing the guns out of their holsters. She shoved the pistols into his belly when she walked past him. Rawley caught them, barely. His eyes followed Lacy  as she struggled to slide open the barn door. He didn’t even bother to help, she’d pissed him off. The door continued protesting as the rusty wheels screeched from lack of use along its track. At last it slid open. She disappeared into the darkness.

 

Excerpt 2 from Freckled Venom Copperhead

 

 

 

Rawley’s eyes turned the color of a polished barrel,blue steel. He continued striding towardthe barn.He did not like what he saw, but kept his mouth shut as he loaded up Ed. Walking over to Aubrey, his hand grabbed a handful of hair, pulling up the boy’s head. Rawley looked into a purple and black swollen face, He was in no condition to walk. The boy needed to ride.

Lacy turned in her saddle to address the lawman, “Mount up. We got a good three days’ ride.”

Rawley advanced toward the girl, his anger flaring from beneath black lashes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Aubrey can’t walk! He’s too badly hurt! Thanks to you! He needs to ride!”

Lacy leaned down toward the marshal, her eyes narrowing into slits, color brightening freckled cheeks in anger. “You listen to me good, Lovett. I’m not all brawn and muscle like you, so…” taking a finger and tapping her head, “I have to use my l’il pea-picking brain. Making my prisoners walk fifteen to twenty miles a day leaves them too tuckered out to argue with me at night, allowing me a little sleep. Keeping the food and water away, makes ‛em real tame. Now, mount up!”

That’s sadistic!”

“Is it? I call it self preservation. No one gets killed. No one gets hurt and we all arrive alive! Mount up!”

“You can’t keep taking your anger and your hatred out on the fugitives you catch, just because you don’t have the guts to confront your grandfather for what he did to you!” His eyes already frosty with anger, turned to diamond chips. “How many times do you have to kill your grandfather, before you give it up?”

Lacy recoiled as if she had been slapped.

“You have all the warmth and welcome of smallpox when it comes riding into town! You know that? He snapped. “I don’t know where you were in line when they passed out hearts. But, you sure as hell didn’t receive one!”

He saw Lacy drop her hooded look back into place, hiding her emotions, again.

Rawley spun angrily, walking back to Aubrey. Cutting enough rope to tie the boy in the saddle, he helped him up, eased him over to the horse, supporting him as he mounted. “I’ll get you to a doctor, soon as I can, son,” Rawley stated, finishing the knots.

Hearing the metallic click of a hammer being pulled back, Rawley stiffened, continuing to face the boy as he waited.

“The boy walks.”

“No. He rides,” he said. His already deep voice dropped lower. “Go ahead. Shoot me in the back. You do, I’ll see you hang,” Rawley threatened.

It seemed like ages before the marshal heard the hammer ease down with a soft click, a gun whispering back into its holster, leather creaking as horses moved off. Turning his head, his eyes followed the girl as she moved out. Keller, his hands tied by a rope half-hitched to Lacy’s saddle horn, struggled to remain on his feet as he was pulled along.

Rawley slowly expelled the breath he had been holding, “Damn kid. I’ve had enough,” he muttered. Whipping out his knife, he ran over to Keller, cleaning slicing the rope with a down turn of his wrist. The boy fell with the sudden slack.

Feeling the taunt rope go slack, Lacy spun around in the saddle, “Lovett! You bastard!” She yelled. Whirling Fancy around, she aimed the big grey on a collision course with the marshal. At the last second, Fancy swerved, throwing Lacy out of the saddle. She landed on top of Rawley, knocking both into the snow. Keller saw his chance. Scrambling up, he ran toward the nearest horse, his teeth chewing on the rope tying his hands. At last the knots loosened enough to where he could slide out his hands. Grabbing the reins, he mounted the big grey. Kicking heels into her ribs, he rode past the two still thrashing about in the snow.

“You damn little…she-devil!” Rawley grunted, taking another blow to his ribs.

Lacy scrambled out of his grasp. Standing, she locked both hands together, straightened her arms and swung, like an ax aiming at a large tree. The movement caught Rawley across his back, surprising, him and driving him to his knees. “That did it,” he mumbled, rising again.

Lacy had whirled, watching Keller ride off on her horse. Taking a few running steps, she suddenly landed face first in the snow. Rawley quickly grabbed both ankles lifting them up so the little hellion didn’t have any leverage. Lacy twisted. Turning and flopping like a hundred and fifteen pound catfish. “Lovett! I’ll kill you for this! I swear…I’ll kill you!” She yelled.

Rawley dragged her, sliding on her belly, pulling snow with her, like a plow, over to where Keller had dropped the rope. Bending down, he picked it up. Kneeling, he not so gently put a knee in her back. “Oww! You bastard! That hurt!” He trussed up her ankles, bending legs at the knees.

Lacy kept twisting, squirming, her body digging a hole in the snow, as she struggled to break the grip he had on her. Holding her kicking legs down with one hand, Rawley’s other hand, at last caught an irate arm, pulling that behind her, adding that to the ankles. Catching the other wrist, he added that to the three making a foursome. Breathing hard, he stood and surveyed his handiwork. Lacy twisted her neck. Seeing nothing, but snow covered boots and pants, she rolled on her side. She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, “Lovett, you’re an ass! You let Keller get away!” She declared hotly.

The marshal heaved in more air for his starved lungs. Damn kid is quick. It had taken everything he had to subdue her. Fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes, he said, “Maybe that cold snow will cool down your temper some, Sunshine.”

Turning, he walked over to his hat. Picking it up, he brushed the snow off before resettling it back on his head. He threw one more look at the trussed up girl, then mounted. Two fingers brushed the brim of his hat as he nodded toward the girl, riding past her, heading off down the hill after Keller.

“Lovett?” Lacy yelled. “Where do you think you’re going? You can’t leave me like this! Lovett? Lovett…,” she yelled, dragging his name out to four or five syllables instead of the two. His name echoed against the granite backdrop of the mountains.

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Who designed the covers?

We wanted striking, different covers to draw the readers eye right away. Cover photography is licensed from JC Leacock Photography out of Crested Butte, Co. His work is stunning. Bearhead Publishing LLC designed all the graphics and fonts found on the cover and inside under each chapter.

 

 

Who is your publisher and what are a few things you like about their business platform?

Bearhead Publishing LLC out of Brandenburg, Kentucky, a small press publishing company that is family owned. I liked the fact that they want their authors to retain their own unique writing voice. They offer all the same things a big company offers, but on a more personalized level. We have become good friends.

 

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I hope you have as much fun reading these western adventure/romance tales as I did writing them. Enjoy the ride!

 

 

Juliette Douglas, Author of Freck;ed Venom
Juliette Douglas, Author of Freckled Venom

Hello Folks,

 

I’m Juliette Douglas, new western author. I live in Kentucky where in real life I wash boats for a living. Yes, you read that right. I’m just a crusty, rusty old fart of a boat washer who has stories percolating around in my head as I scrub boats.

 

I live on an old farm with a passel of kids…uh…critters. Why do I write western action stories with a little romance thrown in…Go figure! I like to say it is a God thing. I have already published two western novels in 2013. Freckled Venom Copperhead and Freckled Venom Copperhead Strikes. Both receiving the 5-star rating from Readers’ Favorite. I am working on the third sequel in the Freckled Venom series, now. Titled: Freckled Venom – Skeletons making its debut summer 2014.

 

Take time to visit http://www.facebook.com/author.juliette.douglas for updates and events. I love to hear from fans of my books. Email me or friend me on facebook.  Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Freckled-Venom-Copperhead-Juliette-Douglas-ebook/dp/B00IEUXBV8/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1398947507&sr=1-1&keywords=freckled+venom

 

Genre: Western adventure/romance
Publisher: Bearhead Publishing LLC
 

Grand Prize Winners of Casey’s Gunslinger Giveaways Announced! #giveaways #Amazon #prizes #books

Congratulations to the winners of Catherine Wolffe’s grand prize drawing for Casey’s Gunslinger‘s release.  The event was so much fun and we had so many readers drop by!  I asked each person to share several links and then share in the comment section of the grand prize post when they were done.  I’m pleased to announce we have three winners.  The first place winner will have the choice of three different prize packages.  The second place winner will pick between two awesome bundles and the third place winner will get a wonderful gift along with my utmost thanks for all their help!

First place goes to Kathy Osborn!        Second place goes to Michelle Thomas!    Third place goes to Angelina Brown!

Kathy Osborn will have her choice of one of the three bundles from me – Catherine Wolffe, Wendy Ely and Ally Thomas.

Michelle Thomas will choose between the remaining two bundles and Angelina Brown will receive the remaining prize packet.

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