Happy New Year.
Welcome to the TCRW blog tour for January 8, 2015.
Here are 8 paragraphs from my historical western
Virgil Kincaid was a prime cut of man. Over six feet tall, he made her five-foot-seven height seem less gawky and awkward. And he was built for action, long and lean with broad shoulders—shoulders she hankered to hold onto. And with narrow hips—hips she could easily envision pressed up against her own.
And then there were his eyes. Gray as the sky in winter, full of secrets—revealing nothing. Virgil had been the town marshal for nearly three years, yet no one knew where he’d come from, or how long he intended to stay. What would it take to light a fire in those eyes and put settling down in his thoughts?
Her gaze drifted lower and latched onto the front of his trousers. A picture of what he might look like naked skittered across her mind, and her cheeks grew hot at the imagining.
“You done lookin’?”
Her gaze snapped up to meet his, the heat of humiliation replacing the lustful warmth. “Yes,” she babbled, “there doesn’t seem to be anything of interest here.”
“Really?” he challenged, with a cocky grin and a raised brow. He stepped closer and stood so near she could smell the man scent of him as she tried to ratchet her breathing down to a more normal rate.
“You’re a very unusual woman, Miss McAllister.”
“Is that good or bad?” Mariah dared to ask.
A murder and a mysterious letter sets Clover City on it's ear. Will the Marshal get his man? More importantly will Mariah get hers.
Pick up a copy of Special Delivery and find out.
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