THE LINE UP - PART ONE
If you've been taking notice, you might have realised I've been pretty busy this last couple of months working on two new releases and four re-releases. Phew! It's been quite a workload but we got there and here's the line up in case you missed it.
GUN SHY
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GUN SHY
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The subject of his
grandmother’s enthusiasm to marry him off, Sherriff Jack T Swan is fighting
dirty to save his skin and has sworn off women until further notice. So the
very last thing he needs in his life is a beautiful damsel in distress. Despite
initial appearances, Jack soon discovers Kate is anything but distressed. In
fact, she’s more than capable of skewering him with her kitten heel.
Doctor Kate Marsden
is handy with a scalpel, but she’s not quite sure how to deal with the local
sheriff, who she inadvertently mistakes for a pervert while trying to report a
crime.
Time and again their
paths cross and attraction rages between them, but while Jack is adamant he’s
not in the market for a serious relationship, Kate is definitely not interested
in a one-night stand.
Excerpt
Shit. They’d sent
him a stripper.
Jack raked his gaze
along the woman’s just-got-out-of-bed hair, followed it down her slender body
dressed in a cheap, wrinkled suit to where her messy plait stopped at her hips.
God, he hoped she was only a stripper and they hadn’t sent him a prostitute. He
almost leaned forward to check out the rest of her shapely legs, but he didn’t
want to make her think he was interested in any way. Not in a prostitute or a
stripper. Whichever one she was; this was beyond a joke. He thought he’d
reached an understanding with his grandmother, but from the look of it, she’d
got together with his aunts and had managed to find another one.
Perhaps this time
they’d made a big mistake.
He took his time as
he studied the woman, noted with satisfaction the nervous way she licked her
lips, but he’d caught the quick flash of awareness when his half-asleep gaze
first met hers. It wasn’t ego, but at his age he recognized that look of
admiration in a woman’s eyes. Under different circumstances, he may well have
returned that interest, but as it was, he needed to get rid of her.
It wouldn’t take
long.
With a roll of
amusement, he squinted at the woman across the room. What would be the best way
to achieve it without enlisting Bill’s help?
Since the incident
with the eighteen-year-old Lucy, he’d become a laughing stock. The little hoots
of laughter and the sly digs from his deputies weren’t subtle. Couldn’t handle
a kid, they snickered. Well he could handle this woman. He studied her a moment
longer. She’d not been sent by his grandmother, he’d stake his life on that,
but the boys may have clubbed together to send him a kiss-a-gram as a joke.
From her willowy slenderness, she had to be a performer. Perhaps he should wait
to see if she started to sing.
With slow indolence,
he trailed his gaze back up her body, deliberately resting his hands back on
his stomach so he gave the impression of being relaxed. He wasn’t relaxed. His
nerves jumped and twitched. He could call Bill in to get rid of her, but if he
did, they’d have even more to laugh about.
Damn, but they all
thought he was frightened of women. They weren’t far wrong, but it was more
that he was frightened of what he’d become for the right woman.
There was no right
woman. Not for him.
He let his gaze
continue to cruise over her.
Fine boned, her
delicate face would have been perfection if not for the tell-tale worn-off
makeup, black smudges of tiredness and mascara swiped under her lazily hooded
eyes. Her drawn features hinted she’d already put in a full day. She may not
have the energy to sing. As long as they didn’t expect him to pay for the
pleasure of her shimmying her hips. He wouldn’t put it past them to land him
with the bill too. That was if she could bear to push herself away from the
door long enough to shimmy. Perhaps a little stagger would be more likely, if
he was lucky enough for her to stay upright.
He tried not to
laugh, but his lips twitched up at the edges, and the thick black flutter of
her eyelashes warned that she’d noticed.
The way she leaned
against the door, she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to start. He’d be willing
to give her a moment longer, but from the look of her, there was the distinct
prospect she was about to fall asleep. Perhaps she needed an invitation. Or
some music.
“In your own time,
sweet cheeks.”
Come back for Part Two ...
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