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RELEASE DAY!!! Christmas with my Cowboy by Diana Palmer, Lindsay McKenna and Margaret Way

September 26, 2017

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Kassie’s Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna–look below!!!

From the snowy, wind-whipped prairie to the remote Australian Outback, a cowboy’s loving kiss makes this Christmas merry and bright . . .
 


“The Snow Man” by Diana Palmer
Meadow Dawson needs Santa to deliver a solution to her management of the Colorado ranch she’s inherited. Cattleman Dal Blake just wants his pretty neighbor’s dog to quit digging under his fence. This Christmas, the unexpected gift of love will surprise them both.
 
“Kassie’s Cowboy” by Lindsay McKenna
A brutal blue norther is battering Wyoming just in time for Christmas when solitary former Marine Travis Grant finds his childhood sweetheart, Kassie Murphy, injured in her car just beyond the ranch where he works. For Travis and Kassie, this snowy silent night will be one last chance to put the painful past behind them—and treat the wounds only love can heal.
 
“Her Outback Husband” by Margaret Way
Scott and Darcey MacArthur were the perfect couple, devoted to their life together on the family cattle ranch. With one blistering rumor, it ended in heartbreak—but Scott’s mother has a scheme that will reunite them in the Outback for a holiday that will prove it’s the season for forgiveness.

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Christmas With My Cowboy, by Lindsay McKenna, Diana Palmer, and Margaret Way

Three MORE stories in one, and these feature SEXY COWBOYS! In McKenna’s “Kassie’s Cowboy,” (Gah! Already getting so excited!) former Marine Travis Grant finds his childhood sweetheart, Kassie Murphy. She’s just been in a car accident, so Travis feels the need to care for her. Oh, and all of the love feelings are 100 percent intact, so it’s going to be a very cozy Christmas! In Palmer’s “The Snow Man,” Meadow Dawson needs some help managing her Colorado ranch. She soon meets a super-duper hunky cattleman by the name of Dal Blake. He’s not too thrilled that Meadow’s dog keeps digging under his fence, but he’s not one to abandon a lady in need. (Dude, the puppy’s digging is totally a sign that you and Meadow belong together!) And in Way’s “Her Outback Husband,” Scott and Darcey MacArthur are reunited after a painful rumor drove them apart. Can they make amends in time for the holidays—and before those long winter nights really start to kick in? (Available in paperback, audiobook, and NOOK on September 26.)

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Kassie’s Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna

Kassie’s Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna

Christmas with my Cowboy anthology

Chapter 1

December 8
A blizzard was coming. A bad one. A blue norther and a five-dayer, as Wyoming ranchers referred to the deadly weather front.
Travis Grant fed his two horses, made sure all the windows were shut and the area as warm as it could be. His two geldings had thick winter coats and would weather this blizzard, no problem, in his two story, one-hundred-year-old barn. They were well fed and completely protected from the harsh, brutal elements to come. He’d also placed a heavy canvas well-padded horse blanket on each of them every night. Wyoming winters got way below zero.

It was barely dawn, a lighter gray ribbon along the clogged, cloudy western horizon. Pulling his sheepskin coat collar up a little tighter around his exposed neck, Travis heard the howling of the wind slamming against the western barn wall like invisible fists pummeling the aged wooden surface. Gale-force winds would precede this blue norther, and more than likely three to six feet of snow would be dumped on the Wind River Valley as it passed through like a slow-moving freight train.
Travis lived near the center of the Wind River Valley, about six miles away from where Maud and Steve Whitcomb had their hundred-thousand-acre Wind River Ranch where he worked four months out of the year as a wrangler.

His cowboy boots echoed and thunked hollowly along the old oak planking. He slid the door shut to the horse barn and went into his furniture-making studio, which was right next to it. In there, since returning home from the Marine Corps and too many deployments to Afghanistan, he’d found a way to make money and deal with his PTSD instead of committing suicide, like so many of his vet friends already had.

Turning on the overhead lights, his gaze moved through the thousand-foot rectangular room. It held his projects, all handmade furniture for clients who had ordered specific pieces from him.

Walking across the oak floor that shined dully beneath the fluorescent lights, he trailed his fingers across a reddish-colored mahogany top of a four-drawer dresser that was closest to where he stood. It was nearly finished, the deep crimson gleam of the wood beautiful beneath his hand and the patient waxing he’d done on it all day yesterday. It was a beautiful hardwood from South and Central America.

In creating furniture he’d found solace, maybe even a tiny corner of peace, by working alone in here from dawn to dusk, his anxiety tamped down, which was a godsend. Hard physical work like wrangling or creating furniture kept his PTSD anxiety volume turned down to a dull roar. He could use his woodworking tools, his hands, his chisels and sanding paper, to create beauty even though anxiety lived inside him like an angry, stalking monster 24/7/365.

He meandered through the clean room, a bit of satisfaction flowing through him. The scent of the different types of wood, the organic beeswax polish he used, made him breathe a little deeper. It was like a tack room in a barn, in one sense; the fragrance of leather saddles, bridles, martingales, the neatsfoot oil and saddle soap applied to all of them from time to time always calmed him, too.

In one corner he had a black potbellied that radiated enough heat to keep the studio toasty warm. Having just made the fire for the coming day’s work, Travis walked over, opened the latch, and placed a couple more pieces of wood he’d chopped a week ago into it. Shutting it, he went to a small kitchenette where he made his coffee. Recently, he’d installed a small fridge with comfort foods such as cheese, milk, fruits, and veggies he liked to nosh on. The steel double sink was a place to wash his hands and the few dishes he dirtied daily.

For the next five to seven days, as this blizzard roared through northwestern Wyoming, Route 89, a north-south two-lane highway, would be closed. Wyoming simply did not have enough snowplows to quickly clear the one-hundred-mile stretch of Wind River Valley. It would take days to open it back up after the snow rapidly accumulated, so truck and civilian traffic could flow freely back and forth once more.

The studio was warming up. He checked the progress on each of his six projects. Thanks to Steve Whitcomb, owner of the Wind River Ranch, his career as a furniture maker had suddenly and unexpectedly taken off. Steve was a world-class architect, and he’d invited Architecture magazine to send out a reporter to do a story on him and his master carpentry craftsmanship last year. He’d had three pieces of furniture under way at that time, trying to make a living between being a wrangler on their ranch during the summer months and creating beautiful furniture the other eight months of winter. That one article catapulted him from being a nobody to a somebody in the world of high-class handmade furniture.

He was forever indebted to Steve for his support. He and his rancher wife, Maud, had already ordered and bought two pieces from him. The money was more than good and he’d been able to buy this small farm that sat along Route 89. It only had five acres, a fifteen-hundred-square-foot single-story turn-of-the-century cabin on it, a two-story barn, corrals, and a huge garden area. For him, it meant safety, solace, and finding the peace that eluded him since getting PTSD.
Seeing the flash of headlights through his double-paned window, he scowled. Who the hell was out at this time of morning and driving in the imminent deadly weather conditions? The beams had turned in a full circle on Route 89. That meant someone had hit black ice and was spinning out of control.

Damn.

He pulled his black Stetson down a little tighter on his head, hauled on his thick elk skin gloves to protect his hands from the plummeting temperature, and quickly headed out of the barn. The wind was hard, battering against his body as he ran to the garage. He hit the door opener and waited impatiently to get to his huge Dodge Ram three-quarter-ton pickup inside. His dirt road was muddy and iced, as well. He backed the truck out, a sense of urgency filling him.

Probably some stupid tourist or a person who didn’t really understand Wyoming blizzard weather, he thought as he drove slowly through the ice-covered mud ruts. They’d already gotten two feet of snow a week ago, and the plows had just finished pushing it off the sides of the highway into high white banks. There was no way he could speed down his quarter-mile driveway or he’d spin out, too. Mouth tightening, Travis saw that the car, a bright red one, had spun out and was now tipped on its side in the huge ditch next to the entrance gate of his property.

Travis parked behind the gate and climbed out, seeing steam rising from beneath the bent hood. He couldn’t see who was in the vehicle because all the air bags had deployed, and there was no movement. That bothered Travis. The windshield wipers on the car were still, indicating the car’s engine was off. All he could see as he slipped and slid down the short slope of mud and snow were the layers of deployed air bags. His mind automatically began to tick off potential medical issues. As a trained recon Marine, Travis was more than knowledgeable about medical emergency situations, what to do and how to handle them.

The wind, sharp and cold, tore at him, his ears unprotected, tingly and burning as they began to freeze in the dropping temperature. Was the person in this car injured?
As he reached the car door, he could only see the outline of a person beneath the limp air bags. Eyes narrowing, he knocked on the window, but there was no movement. He called out. No answer. The driver could be unconscious. Double damn.

Travis didn’t need this complication with a blue norther blizzard bearing down on the area shortly. There was no way an ambulance would try to make it out here from the small hospital in Wind River, twenty miles away. The first responders knew better than to drive after the road had been shut down by the sheriff’s department, according to his weather radio, an hour ago. This car and driver were probably the last to make it onto Route 89 before they closed the gates. No Wyoming person would ever go out in this kind of killing weather.

He yanked open the door. It grudgingly gave way.

“Hey,” Travis called, pushing the air bag out of the way. “Are you all right?”
His heart crashed in his chest.

There, lying unconscious, slumped in her seat belt, was Kassie Murphy!

His mind blanked out briefly as he froze, as so many images from their past–talks, kissing her, then leaving her–slammed through him. Travis shook himself out of his state, reaching in after yanking off a glove, two fingers pressed gently against the side of her slender neck, searching for a pulse. Her black hair, thick and luxurious, had swirled around her shoulders, covering part of her face. Worse, as he felt for a pulse against her carotid artery, he saw just how pale she’d become. And then, as he swiftly perused her for other injury, he saw a thin trail of blood leaking out from beneath her hairline along her left temple.
Kass! No! No, this can’t be happening!

Travis felt as if his whole, carefully structured world had just shattered. The woman he loved was unconscious. Injured.

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3 EXCERPTS from DOG TAGS FOR CHRISTMAS authors: Lindsay McKenna, J.m. Madden and KaLyn Cooper!

October 5, 2016

Hi Readers!

We have a treat for you…an exclusive set of EXCERPTS—one each from the three novellas that make up Dog Tags For Christmas! Our special gift to all of you!

Just think! If you pre-order it today? It will be in your email box tomorrow morning!

DOG TAGS FOR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna, JM Madden and KaLyn Cooper coming 10.6.16.

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Read these EXCERPTS and see if you don’t run over and pre-order it 😉

SNOWFLAKE’S GIFT — Lindsay McKenna
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Sometimes love needs a little nudge from a dog…

Ex-Army Ranger Nick Conway and his WMD dog, Snowflake, come home. When Holly and Lady show up unexpectedly in his life, he finds out love provides healing and so much more…

Two veterans—one human, one canine—have returned to Montana to recover from the traumas of war. Former Army Ranger Nick Conway depended on his WMD dog Snowflake to help him navigate IEDs on the battlefield. Now he needs his best friend to help him cope with his PTSD and acclimate to civilian life. When he meets Holly McGuire and agrees to help her deliver meals to the elderly, her inner light calls to him, but his demons hold him back from giving in to his attraction. But Snowflake takes an immediate shine to the kindhearted Holly—and he has never led Nick down the wrong path.

EXCERPT:

SOMETIMES A CHRISTMAS GIFT DOESN’T COME IN A PACKAGE….IT COMES ON FOUR LEGS….

Snow was coming down hard in town as Nick drove the van toward the shut-in area at four p.m. The smell of spaghetti and buttered, garlic toast filled the vehicle. Myra had made sweet potato cupcakes for dessert, and he stole one before they left the charity facility. It was nearly Thanksgiving and he was looking forward to taking Holly to his folks place for the afternoon and evening. The wipers were rhythmically swinging back and forth, throwing off the heavy, wet flakes. The roads were salted, but still Nick was wary of invisible black ice. In the late afternoon the heat of the day was gone and things got slick real fast.

“Oh dear,” Holly called, sitting up, pointing out her passenger-side window. “Look, Nick!”

Snowflake, who stood between them, heard the pitch of her voice change, and whined.

Nick slowed and pulled over to the curb, then looked to where she was pointing. There was a yellow Labrador moving awkwardly through the belly deep snow between two brick buildings. Her ribs were prominent even though she had a short, thick winter coat on. “She’s starving,” he muttered, scowling. “It looks like a female Lab. She’s too dainty looking to be a male.”

“She’s terribly thin,” Holly said, worried. “I wonder if someone dumped her—they do that all the time around here. I hate it.”

“No collar on her, either,” Nick agreed. The Lab was about a hundred-feet down the alley between the two buildings, slugging it out with the snow. Nick heard Holly make a little sound of urgency. She had such a big heart, and she hated to see animals or humans suffer.

Nick knew she wanted to get out and try to call the dog over to her. From the looks of the animal, her light-brown eyes wild looking, tongue lolling out of her mouth, her fur matted, he intuitively knew this was a dog that had been left behind a long time ago to fend for herself.

“She’s feral,” he warned Holly. She turned, her huge, blue eyes filled with tears. “She won’t let us near her. I’m sorry.” And he was. It wouldn’t be the first dog dumped here that Nick had found, or that Holly had come upon around the building of one of her shut-ins. They had a no-kill shelter here, and this Lab would have had a warm place to stay, food, and care if they could befriend her.

“Can’t we do something for her, Nick?”

SEAL’s Christmas Dream – J.M. Madden
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Love is never easy, but nothing worth fighting for ever is…

Flynn and Willow find themselves fighting for more than just the abused Pit-Bulls they find. It’s going to take a Christmas miracle to get everyone home safely… or maybe a helpful nudge from an old partner.

EXCERPT:
Willow sighed when she heard Sue’s voice call out that Flynn had just pulled in. They had just gotten caught up on their schedule and now whatever animal he’d brought in would probably throw them off again. Well, shoot.

Running her hand over her belly she smoothed her shirt. It didn’t matter what she looked like right now—considering he was probably bringing in an emergency—but she always wanted to be pretty for him, and six months after having the baby it was a little harder. Between running around like a chicken with her head cut off keeping her business running, taking care of little Raven and trying to be a present wife, she was run ragged.

Automatically, she smiled when Flynn walked in the door. Her big, handsome husband still had his shades on, but when he looked at her his hard, bearded face softened into a smile. That small connection had only gotten stronger in the time they’d been together, and she truly cherished it. Maya, the mixed breed German Shepherd mutt paced around him, prancing anxiously.

Willow’s gaze fell to the towel wrapped bundle in his arms. A black nose peeked out of the folds.

“You brought me a raccoon?” she asked incredulously.

Flynn flashed her an even broader grin and leaned over for a quick kiss. Willow wanted to linger but forced herself to pull away. She looked down at the animal.

Flynn turned the bundle until he could show her the back end. “Looks like he’s been hit by a car, maybe. I chased him across three lanes of traffic before I could catch him.”

She scowled at the knowledge. “You be careful doing that. Denver drivers can be crazy.”

Reaching out she probed at the hanging back leg. “Yes. I would say you’re right. I’ll dose him up with pain medication and splint this leg, then we can call the wildlife rehab center to come pick him up. They have their own vet that specializes in exotic animals. He doesn’t look very old so he should recover fairly well as long as he gets this fixed soon.”

Flynn nodded, manipulating the animal as she needed him moved. When she glanced up she realized he’d been staring at her for several long moments.
“What?” she asked defensively.

He’d shoved his shades to the top of his head. His dark gray eyes were lit with wonderful softness. “Nothing. I’m just peeking down your shirt. I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”

Willow grinned up at the love of her life. A year ago she never would have imagined she could be in this position, but things had seriously changed. Flynn had gone from a frequent client in her veterinarian’s office bringing her strays to her hero then her soul mate. He was everything she could imagine having. And he’d already become the amazing father she had imagined him to be.

The raccoon fought a little, trying to get free, but Flynn restrained him like a professional, biceps pumped. Willow worked quickly, giving the animal a light sedation before lightly splinting the back leg. Then she let Flynn carry the animal to one of the portable carriers in back.

NOVELLA #3
Noel’s Puppy Power by KaLyn Cooper
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Tanner Hill is better at communicating with animals than women. That might be why he hasn’t had a second date in over two years. He’s also been extremely busy with his kennel that has become the premier training facility, specializing in supplying dogs to veterans suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Then again, there is this psychologist he can’t get out of his head, or his heart.

Dr. Bailey Conrad would never allow the loss of half her right leg to an IED in Iraq to stop her. Every day at the VA hospital, she sees patients who have lost so much more to the war effort. It’s her goal in life to help as many vets as possible to find a ‘new normal’, because she knows firsthand, it’s the internal scars that can be the most difficult to heal.
EXCERPT:

Case stepped forward. “I’m almost finished, and I’ll be leaving in a minute.” He gave Bailey that lady-killer smile of his. “I’m sure she can wait another minute for me to escort her to her car.”

Tanner insisted, “No, I can walk my friend to her car.”

Friend. So she was definitely in the friend zone.

Bailey smiled inwardly as she watched the interaction of the two alphas, snarling at each other.

Friends, huh. Tanner was acting very possessive for only being friends. She slid her arms down her winter coat sleeves and zipped it up. She could make it to her car on her own. The snow wasn’t that bad.

Before she made the first step onto the sidewalk, Tanner was at her side. He grabbed her hand and slid it into the crook of his elbow. “You’re going the New Year’s party with me.”

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DOG TAGS FOR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna! HOW CAN YOU RESIST NOT COMING TO OUR FACEBOOK PARTY TOMORROW ON 10.4??????

October 4, 2016

Hi Readers!

If you love dogs and military vets, these heart warming stories are for you!

If you love dogs and military vets, these heart warming stories are for you!

We have a special Facebook party on 10.4.16 for our anthology book: Dog Tags for Christmas! We want you to come!
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Check out one of our cute doggy banners….in this one you have
Lindsay McKenna, J.m. Madden and KaLyn Cooper — each with their special dog that shares their lives with us.

Here is the schedule of our authors dropping in to the party:
SCHEDULE! HOURS and AUTHORS (EDT)

Jen Madden 9am EDT
10am
11am
Lindsay McKenna 12-1
Author Chris Keniston 1-130
Cristin Harber 130-2
Cat Johnson 2-230
Elle James 6-630
Sharon Hamilton 730-800
KaLyn Cooper 8-9

This FB Dog Tags for Christmas party tomorrow, 10.4.16, 9a.m. to 9 p.m. EDT, is going to be special.

Why?

Because it’s all about the dog(s) in our lives that make a bad day feel good.

We have lots of photos of our dogs to share with you, and we would LOVE to have you, the readers who are coming, be SURE to post a picture of YOUR doggie on our FB party page!!!

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Our 3-novella anthology is honoring the dogs in our lives, our military vets as well as a warm, fuzzy, heart-felt Christmas story, to boot.
Please come and bring your pet photo with you! This is more of an honoring of our dog and our military vets than anything else. A special time for special animals in our lives….

The authors coming are going to share THEIR dog Christmas photo with you, too–a wonderful gathering!
But, here’s ours, and more to come 😉

THANK YOU So much for joining us!!

See you tomorrow!! 😉
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CONTEST! Dog Tags for Christmas Pre-Party!! with Lindsay McKenna!

September 12, 2016

WELCOME!! to our
CONTEST #2 starts right now: 9.12 – 9.18.2016! with Lindsay McKenna!

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If you love dogs and military vets, these heart warming stories are for you!

If you love dogs and military vets, these heart warming stories are for you!

The countdown is on for our FB party 10.4.16 (9am to 9pm EDT) and in the meantime, the surPRIZES will start NOW!!

Pre-Order NOW and Dog Tags for Christmas will arrive October 6th!

CONTEST #2
Dog Tags for Christmas is all about Vets and Pets.
Tell me about the very first dog that entered your life. His/her name, breed (if any) and how that dog played a part in your young life.

If you don’t have a pet, show us a picture of one that you wished you’d had as a young child and why.

Winner will be chosen by random on Sept. 18th when a new contest will be announced. It will be announced on this party page, so be sure to come back and look to see if you won!!

Facebook has nothing to do with this contest. No purchase necessary.

PRIZE:
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Signed copy of OUT RIDER by Lindsay McKenna
Paperback, HQN/Harlequin
It is a story that features two dogs owned by the hero and heroine and they almost steal the show ;-))).

WIN an autographed copy of OUT RIDER by Lindsay McKenna!

WIN an autographed copy of OUT RIDER by Lindsay McKenna!

LINDSAY McKENNA’s FIRST DOG: BLACKIE
To get you started, let me tell you about my first memories of the first dog in my life.

His name was Blackie, and he was a black and white border collie. I was five years old at the time. I had two other siblings, age 4 and 1 year old at that time. I remember Blackie because we lived on an island in the Snake River near Ontario, Oregon. My parents were paid to take care of a sheep herd that lived on that island; hence Blackie was there when we arrived. His job was to take care of the herd of sheep, and keep them safe. The only way back and forth on that island was a long railroad trestle bridge across the river.

Blackie “herded” me around, even though I wasn’t a sheep, always at my side, never far from me or my siblings. It was only later that I found out that Border Collies herded sheep was instinctual. He was a very loving dog and my best friend. And he’ll always have a place in my heart and memory. Unfortunately, I have no photos of him. But here is one I grabbed off the internet, in case you don’t know what Border Collies look like ;-).

Blackie was the first dog in my life and I was 5 years old at the time.

Blackie was the first dog in my life and I was 5 years old at the time.

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EXCERPT #2 BLIND SIDED by Lindsay McKenna!

April 6, 2016

EXCERPT #2 from BLIND SIDED by Lindsay McKenna

Delos Series novella
COWBOY JUSTICE 12-pack, 4.5.16
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“Raw pain shot up through Kara’s face as she sat down on a chair in the day care center, gripping her cellphone in her hand. Her attacker had left. Or had he? Warily, she looked around, but her gaze was fastened on the opened door and entrance to the day care area. Stunned and hurting after regaining consciousness, she’d crawled to the chair and pulled her phone from her pocket to call 9-1-1. Dizzy, her ears ringing, she tried without success to stop the blood from pouring out of her left nostril. It felt as if half her face had been ripped off. The heat, swelling, and pain making her whimper. She was hunched over, praying that someone, anyone, would get here fast to help her.

The woman on the 9-1-1 line said a Kenedy County sheriff’s cruiser was on its way. How far away was it though? Her hair hung like curtains on either side of her face as her bloody, slippery fingers carefully pressed against her nose. The pain was excruciating, so she stopped trying to examine the extent of her injury.

Shattered by the attack, Kara kept worrying that her assailant would come back. But everything was quiet in the day care center and out in the hall beyond it. The rain was slacking off, the thunder moving farther east, the storm passing quickly through the area. She heard the front door open and then close. Who was it? Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Was it the man coming back to finish her off? To kill her?

Stifling a cry, she straightened, tense in the chair, unable to walk much because her knees were feeling so weak. Her breath hitched as she saw a sheriff’s deputy appear in the entrance, his revolver drawn. A gasp tore from Kara—she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The man wearing the black Stetson, dressed in a deputy’s uniform, was none other than Cade Patterson! She’d heard through the county grapevine that he’d come home two years earlier, but she had never run into him or seen him. His shoulders were so broad that she longed to simply lay her head on them and collapse into his arms. His light brown eyes were large, wide set, and assessing her, holding her distraught gaze.

“Kara!” He looked as shocked as she did. “What happened? Is there anyone else here?” he asked urgently, his head swiveling to take in the room.

“A man attacked me from behind…I-I don’t know why…” Her voice sounded young, like a scared child, not her normal alto tone. She saw that his eyes were filled with concern.

“Okay, stay where you are for a moment. I have to clear every room to make sure no one is still in here.”

She nodded. “I’m not going anywhere. I can’t walk. I’m dizzy.”

“I’ll be right back,” he promised.

Huge tears of relief squeezed out of her eyes. Kara wrapped her arms around herself, the blood dripping continuously down onto her white blouse, forever staining it. Cade was like a silent shadow, disappearing from her view as he moved down the hall, pistol drawn. Was her attacker still in here hiding? Waiting to jump her again? She felt so cold. So alone. And yet, Cade was here! He was the last person she’d ever expected to see and she was infinitely grateful it was him.

Kara had been hoping to see him on the street, maybe catch sight of him at the local diner or run into him at the grocery store. But she never had, until now. Gulping, hating the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, she swallowed, her stomach roiling.

“Kara?”

Cade’s voice was so close to her, she snapped her head up, gasping, not hearing him return to her side. He stood before her, sliding his revolver into the holster and safing it.

Her hand flew to her throat as she stared up at him. How tall he was! She remembered the boy of eighteen. That was the last time she’d seen him. Even though Cade had played football, the coach was always after him to put on more muscle, but he never had. Her gaze traveled up, from his narrow hips encased in dark blue gabardine trousers to the light khaki-colored shirt that stretched across his broad chest. And those proud, straight shoulders of his that looked as if they could carry the weight of the world on them. She knew from Cade’s hard, younger life, that he’d carried his mother who had been so broken by her husband’s unexpected death.

Words stuck in her tight throat as he crouched down close to her, placing his hand tentatively upon her upper right arm, his gaze melting into hers.

“Broken nose?” he asked gently.

“I-I think so…he hit me. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“I’ll call an ambulance,” he said, his hand reluctantly leaving her arm so he could make the call from his shoulder radio.

She looked beyond him, panicked, as he ended the call. “Is he still here, Cade?”

Shaking his head, he said, “No, no one’s here. We’re alone. Are you hurt anywhere else, Kara?”

Just the low warmth, the concern in his eyes, brought more tears. She choked and sobbed, “I-I don’t think so…I didn’t expect this…I don’t know who he was. He attacked me from behind. I got a look at him after I smashed his foot with my heel, just for a second before I tried to run from him.” Cade’s hand was stabilizing as he lightly moved it up and down her upper arm, as if to comfort her.

“We can cover all that later.”

“God, I wish my nose would quit bleeding.” She held up her bloodied fingers.

“Hold on,” Cade murmured, rising. He pulled out a white linen handkerchief from his back pocket, slipping it into her hand. “Press two fingers gently against the root of your nose and pinch the area as much as you can without causing yourself more pain. It should slow and stop the bleeding,” he said, crouching next to her once more.

Needing his comforting touch, she closed her eyes and held the handkerchief against her nose with one hand and pinched the root of her nose with the other. “I-I’m not hurt anywhere else. Bruised knees maybe, that’s all.”

Kara began to shake uncontrollably, barely holding herself together. Some of the bleeding was slowing down and that was good. Absorbing Cade’s masculine nearness, she felt like a thief stealing his light, his energy. Listening to the low timbre of his voice as he spoke to the Sarita dispatcher requesting a forensics team and back up, she once more felt that powerful swell of protection embracing her. And yet, Cade was not even touching her! Missing his hand on her arm, she needed to connect with him once again. It was a wild, unbidden thought and she couldn’t stop any of her rampant, twisting feelings from barreling through her right now.”

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COWBOY JUSTICE RELEASE PARTY, CONTESTS, GIVE AWAYS! APRIL 4th COME JOIN US!

April 4, 2016

Hi Dear Readers
Gosh, we 12-pack authors who wrote terrific novellas for COWBOY JUSTICE are cutting loose with LOTS of fun things for you to do today and tomorrow as our 12-pack on HAWT COWBOY LAWMEN is released!!!

Cowboy Justice, a 12-pack of NYT and USA Today authors penning fabulous novellas about lawmen.  Available April, 2016!

Cowboy Justice, a 12-pack of NYT and USA Today authors penning fabulous novellas about lawmen. Available April, 2016!

April 4 – BLOG and CHAT!

HEA/USA TODAY BLOG on COWBOY JUSTICE!

Cowboy Justice 12-Pack arrives this week. In my blog I share the details of it. Just go to:
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Blind Sided is my offering in this terrific 12-novellas written by great story telling authors for Cowboy Justice!

CHAT WITH AUTHORS!

NIGHT OWL REVIEWS chat with 12-pack authors:
Katie Lane, Cynthia D’Alba, Lindsay McKenna and Sabrina York!!

Location, Time and Duration

Location: Online at https://www.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Chats

Time: 5pm Pacific / 6pm Mountain / 7pm Central / 8pm Eastern

Duration: About 1 Hour

RSVP For Readers
Please Social Network and Newsletter your readers

Readers can RSVP now at the below link.
https://www.nightowlreviews.com/V5/Chats#EntryForm

RSVP Benefits:

* The RSVP gives readers entry into the evenings prizes (must be an active chatter at the event)
* A reminder email around 30 minutes before the event starts.

Those who don’t RSVP can participate and still sign-up to get prizes. They just won’t get the reminder email.

Getting Into the Chat Room
The room is only visible on scheduled chat days. You don’t need an account or any plugins to chat in our chat room.
You will need a good internet connection as this is Real-Time event.

April 5 — RELEASE DAY PARTY ON FACEBOOK!!

FACEBOOK RELEASE PARTY IS ALL DAY LONG!!
Come on down! Drop in when ever you have time!

https://www.facebook.com/events/938005572963412/

I have a pre-party contest going on over there–two lucky readers will win a fan we had made for Cowboy Justice. I’ll be announcing the winners late tonight. They will have 48h hours to get a hold of me.

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paper fan for Cowboy Justice 12-pack for RT

And, an added fun bonus is that you will get to chat with most of the 12-pack authors, who are dropping in as well. Contests! Giveaways! Excerpts! Fun! You can’t miss this!!

Here are the novellas!
Get your TWELVE Cowboy Lawmen who are so hot it’s criminal. The COWBOY JUSTICE 12-Pack includes fresh novellas by twelve New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors!

SO many great authors in this one! Susan Stoker, Elle James, Becky McGraw, Cynthia D’Alba, Sable Hunter, Delilah Devlin, Donna Michaels, Lexi Post, Sabrina York, Randi Alexander, Lindsay McKenna, Beth Williamson!

Seriously, 99 cents is a STEAL! That’s less than 10 cents a STORY!
Cowboy Justice
Pre-Order NOW for a April 5th

JUSTICE FOR LAINE by Susan Stoker – What began as a favor turns out to be fate when Laine meets sexy Texas Ranger Wes and falls for him.

JUSTICE BURNING by Elle James – Hard-nosed sheriff’s deputy, Nash Grayson, places his family and hometown in danger when he rescues a desperate runaway bride

LAYING DOWN THE LAW by Becky McGraw – Doctor returns to hometown when mother takes a fall and falls harder for new town Sheriff…her first love.

TEXAS JUSTICE by Cynthia D’Alba – First-term Sheriff is torn between duty and love when sexy Chief of Surgery is accused of medical malpractice and homicide.

TEXAS LONE STAR by Sable Hunter – An all-business Texas Ranger falls hard for an irresistible lady rancher he rescues from dangerous poachers.

CAIN’S LAW by Delilah Devlin – Lawman, Cain Whitfield, discovers the shy brunette he’s been flirting with is a former mob boss’s girlfriend when her cabin goes up in flames.

COWBOY LAWE by Donna Michaels – More than bullets fly when a former SEAL protects a sexy witness who’s actually an undercover agent secretly assigned to protect the stubborn SEAL.

COWBOY’S BEST SHOT by Lexi Post – A cowboy veteran who’s lost so much. A bartender who never had it to begin with. Is this their best shot?

PROTECT AND SERVE by Sabrina York – He’s vowed to avoid his high school crush, but his duty demands he protect her from a growing menace.

BADGE AND A SADDLE by Randi Alexander – Detective Rex Tarrow is sworn to protect Astrologist Dr. Mina Cooper, but will she get them both killed?

BLIND SIDED by Lindsay McKenna – Dark family secrets stand between the sheriff and the woman he loves from afar. Can he expose the treachery? Win her hand?

LAZARUS by Beth Williamson – Being a Graham isn’t easy and it’s about to get a lot harder for one stubborn lawman and the woman who still owns his heart.

NEW YORK TIMES article on ROMANCE, a HAWT (hot!!) COVER MODEL and the SAVED BY A SEAL anthology!!!

March 31, 2016

NEW YORK TIMES article featuring: Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker has arrived!!

With Romance Novels Booming, Beefcake Sells, but It Doesn’t Pay

This corner of the book world is red hot and among the most innovative, with e-books and apps, and it needs a steady stream of fresh-faced cover models.

By LAURA M. HOLSON
MARCH 30, 2016

Jason Baca, model for Lindsay McKenna's HOLD MY HEART, is on the front page of the New York Times!

Jason Baca, model for Lindsay McKenna’s HOLD MY HEART, is on the front page of the New York Times!

In early January, 2016, Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker embarked on a journey with SAVED BY A SEAL, an 3-book “first in series” anthology with the focus of giving all proceeds earned to america’svetdog.org. We wanted to give back to our military vets. We each took a “first-in-series” book and donated it to our anthology. These all romantic suspense. It is only 99 cents and our whole focus was doing this for this vet charity. On 2.6.16, we put the anthology up on all major platforms except Google.

GET A COPY OF THE ARTICLE NOW!!

Digital article available: 3.30.16

or

SUNDAY New York Times!
4.3.16 Sunday New York Times the article is available also — pick up a copy!

This may be the one and only time our names are ever mentioned in a New York Times article ! Now isn’t this just too cool? And it’s for such a great cause: helping our vets. The three of us couldn’t be prouder. Plus, Laura Holson, the reporter who wrote the piece, was VERY kind in putting up the info on the charity. She didn’t have to do that—but bless her, too.

SBAS is our anthology and ALL proceeds earned from sales of it go straight to www.americasvetdogs.org.  Be a part of this win-win situation!  Our military vets deserve our help.

SBAS is our anthology and ALL proceeds earned from sales of it go straight to http://www.americasvetdogs.org. Be a part of this win-win situation! Our military vets deserve our help.

Read down to the part about the making of a cover and find Chris Keniston and myself, Lindsay McKenna — we worked jointly on the cover. Susan Stoker, in the meantime, was on an ocean cruise, unavailable, so the task fell to us to create it without her valuable input. We chose Jason Baca as our model. Tammy Seidick of http://www.TammySeidickDesigns.com, took our direction and did a fabulous job. We made a good team. Chris should be lauded for making the cover what it looks like in the final presentation — I just put in ideas, suggestions here and there ;-). We almost forgot to put the dog tags on Jason—that was my biggest add to the cover, haha.

We all think it’s a great cover!

Fingers crossed the publicity gets more money into the service dog program for disabled veterans ! Remember for only 99 cents to tell all your friends ! All proceeds from the sale of Saved By A SEAL go to http://www.americasvetdogs.org, our charity that will receive all that it makes so that some deserving vet will get one of these wonderfully trained dogs to help her or him in their daily life.

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Please SHARE. If you haven’t picked up a copy of our anthology for 99 cents—do so. You won’t be sorry. And all your money goes for a dog for a vet. It’s a win-win, no matter what way you parse it!

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The three authors supporting this charity with their anthology, Saved By A SEAL

The three authors supporting this charity with their anthology, Saved By A SEAL

$15.00 give away with SAVED BY A SEAL

February 17, 2016

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A special blog stop today for SAVED BY A SEAL! Please drop by. There is a $15.00 give away to the lucky winner–so sign up!
Every purchase of SAVED BY A SEAL proceeds to directly to americasvetdogs.org to help in the purchase of a service dog for a wounded military vet. Please think about being a part Chris Keniston, Susan Stoker and Lindsay McKenna’s efforts to “get the word out” on this deserving charity.

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Every purchase of SAVED BY A SEAL proceeds to directly to americasvetdogs.org to help in the purchase of a service dog for a wounded military vet. Please think about being a part Chris Keniston, Susan Stoker and Lindsay McKenna’s efforts to “get the word out” on this deserving charity. Please SHARE. Thank you!

TO SIGN UP FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A $15.00 GIVE-AWAY, GO HERE to: Lost in a Story Blog!

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Please SHARE. Thank you!

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These three authors want to raise as much money as possible for this charity! Please be a part of it! ALL proceeds go toward the purchase of a service dog for a serving wounded military vet!

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ROMANCE COVER MODEL JASON AARON BACA BREAKS FABIO’S RECORD of 460 COVERS with #461, SAVED BY A SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker!!

February 11, 2016

ROMANCE COVER MODEL JASON AARON BACA BREAKS FABIO’S RECORD of 460 COVERS!

Jason Aaron Baca poses for the San Francisco Chronical after breaking Fabio's cover model record of 460.  He has just surpassed Fabio with his 461st book cover:  Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker!  Congratulations, Jason!


Jason Aaron Baca poses for the San Francisco Chronicle after breaking Fabio’s cover model record of 460. He has just surpassed Fabio with his 461st book cover: Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker! Congratulations, Jason!

Saved by a SEAL by Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker is his 461st cover!!!

The San Francisco Chronical celebrates Jason's incredible record of 461 romance covers!
The San Francisco Chronicle celebrates Jason’s incredible record of 461 romance covers!

Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston, and Susan Stoker want to celebrate Jason Aaron Baca’s momentous accomplishment by breaking Fabio’s cover record! We couldn’t be prouder of him (he’s a very nice guy). We want you to know that as authors of SAVED BY A SEAL, which is Jason’s 461st cover (the book that broke Fabio’s record of 460 book covers) that you might be interested in the ‘story behind the story’ about this book.

To get the full story, go to the San Francisco Chronicle, 2.10.16 evening edition:

http://www.sfchronicle.com/style/article/Saratoga-man-now-top-romance-cover-model-6822011.php

The three of us want to give back to our military men and women who are suffering from PTSD. We chose http://www.vetdogs.org, a 501 non-profit charity who trains service dogs for our vets who need support. ALL the money from SAVED BY A SEAL goes directly to this charity and NOT to us.

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We want to thank the San Francisco Chronicle for being a part in this wonderful, heartfelt mission of ours (I’m a US Navy vet, Susan Stoker was an Army wife for over a decade and Chris Keniston is a super patriot who believes in helping our wounded vets). This was a mission of heart and supporting our brave vets. Jason’s father was a Vietnam vet, too, by the way.

So, we find this a wonderful symphony of synchronicity with an HEA–happily ever after–for our charity. For .99 cents, your subscribers can download a copy and know that the money is going to http://www.vetdog.org. I can’t think of a nicer, more wonderful celebration for everyone involved.

By purchasing the .99 cent anthology, SAVED BY A SEAL, you are helping us to get a service dog for a military vet. Be part of this circling of giving from our hearts.

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Please SHARE this with friends and family! Thank you.

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IF YOU COULD CHANGE A WOUNDED MILITARY VET’S LIFE FOR .99 CENTS? WOULD YOU?

February 9, 2016

IF YOU COULD CHANGE A WOUNDED MILITARY VET’S LIFE FOR .99 CENTS? WOULD YOU?

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This is a non-profit charity that trains service dogs for our military vets. Your 99 cents can help us purchase a service dog for a vet. We need your help and support.

Those of you who love to support our military vets who have sacrificed so much for all of us, can use your help.

Just 99 cents and you not only are adding to the amount to buy a service dog for a vet, but you also get three great ebooks by three wonderful story tellers: Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker.

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Support our vets. We three authors have given our own money to put this book, SAVED BY A SEAL, together. We receive NOTHING monetarily from it. All proceeds go to http://www.vetdogs.org

Nowadays? .99 cents doesn’t seem to go very far. But you know what? It can help buy a service dog for a man or woman who desperately needs that wonderful animal in their life to help them make their life a little easier.

PLEASE SHARE this and ask your friends and family to donate .99 cents to an important cause: caring for our military vets.

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LINKS:
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Amazon US: http://amzn.to/23GzwUX
Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/sbasukz
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/saved-by-a-seal/id1074422970?mt=11&at=1001l9Ne
Nook: http://bit.ly/sbasnook
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/saved-by-a-seal-1
Google Play: http://bit.ly/sbasgp

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