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Wrangler’s Challenge by Lindsay McKenna — exclusive excerpt!

October 23, 2017

Hi Readers!
On Halloween, Wrangler’s Challenge is released! As a gift to you, Chapter 1 excerpt to get you in the mood! I hope you enjoy it.

Healing, like love, takes time . . .
For Noah Mabry, it’s easier sometimes to relate to the dogs and horses he trains than to other people. Ever since his marriage became a casualty of the war in Afghanistan—torn apart by the PTSD he brought back with him—he prefers to be on his own. At the Bar C Ranch, where he works with a crew of fellow military vets, his gentle patience helps tame even the rowdiest mustang—but he’s about to meet a woman who needs a healing touch he’s not sure he can give.

Dair Wilson, a half-Comanche ex-Marine who lost a foot to an IED, has been hired on to assist Noah, but her deepest wounds aren’t visible. Growing up in an abusive home, she learned not to trust men, even ones who seem nothing but kind. After a wild horse sends her sprawling, the attentive care she receives from the Bar C family—and especially from Noah—is enough to convince her she’s found a place she can finally breathe easy. But one angry, damaged man poses a threat not only to Dair and Noah, but to everyone who’s built a new home at the Bar C . . .

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Wrangler’s Challenge by Lindsay McKenna
Wind River Valley series, Book 4

CHAPTER 1

A bad feeling snaked through Army Sergeant Dair Wilson. The late October Afghan night chilled her to the bone. Wind cut against her face where it was exposed. Zeus, her Belgian Malinois combat dog, strained at the leash she had double wrapped in her gloved fist. Without NVGs on, night vision goggles, she wouldn’t see where the hell she was putting her booted feet as her dog plunged ahead.

Behind her, eleven men of her Army Special Forces A-team, were strung out with plenty of room in between them. It was ass-freezing cold, and she thinned her full lips, sensing Zeus as he sniffed ahead of her. They were on a rocky, icy slope above a valley where the Taliban were trying to take over an Afghan village. The CIA had picked up chatter that a Taliban HVA, high value target, was going to be meeting local soldiers and confer with them on assault strategy to take over the village.

Over my dead body. She and her A-team lived in that village two thousand feet below them. Dair knew the chief and his wife, and the two hundred villagers there. They were simple farmers who had no guns or weapons to defend themselves. This A-team had taken up residence three years earlier and stopped the incursions from the bloodthirsty Taliban, who were now making a late autumn attack on the village before the snows fell hard and deep, stopping all such warfare.

Her boots slipped on the icy rocks. She mentally cursed. Zeus had his head down, his sides moving in and out like a bellows as he inhaled and exhaled the many scents. A path led up the six-thousand-foot slope filled with nothing but rocks and a few scraggly bushes hanging on, barely existing in this harsh environment.

They all knew that the Taliban would bury IEDs along the trail to kill the goats and young goat herders from the village below. Goats meant survival. Their skin and fur was used for warmth, their milk for the children, and their meat for food. The Taliban knew goats were the only survival, other than agricultural endeavors, for the people of this village. And they were trying to decimate the goat herds to force the village into starvation this coming winter. It would, from a strategy standpoint, make it easier for the Taliban to attack next spring and find little resistance among the starved populace.

Not on her watch. Their A-team was beloved by the unarmed Afghan farmers and their grateful families. They had lived for years in that village and become part of the everyday fabric of it. Her captain, Davis Ackerman, had brought a well-digging outfit from a global charity named Delos, and now the village had a clean water supply. Children stopped dying as a result.

The whole team had helped build a huge irrigation pattern in the agricultural fields where many types of vegetables were now being grown. The military team worked alongside the Afghan men every day with shovels, hoes, and pickaxes.

And tonight, they were going after the head of the snake. Dair was their specialist with a WMD dog. Zeus was intrinsic to their team because every morning, Dair went out around the walled village, and her dog sniffed and often found IEDs planted overnight by the Taliban, who had sneaked close beneath the cover of darkness. Zeus had saved countless lives and she fiercely loved her six-year-old Belgian Malinois.

The wind was erratic. A cold front was coming through. Dair worried about such times. If the wind blew away from Zeus’s sensitive IED-trained nose, he would not pick up the scent of the deadly explosive buried just beneath the ground. If the wind blew toward his nose, he would pick up the scent.

She felt her spinal column crawling with danger. Dair thought it was because they were going to try and capture the HVT on the other side of this ridge at a small mud and stone house that Taliban often used as a stopover and meeting place.

She’d like nothing better than to get this bastard who was responsible for the repeated attacks on the Afghan village. No one wanted him more than she and Zeus did. The villagers knew the team was armed, and as they watched them troop out beyond the huge wooden gates, shutting them behind them at dusk, they knew something deadly was up. Dair had seen the worry in many of the men’s eyes. They relied on their A-team for medical services, for extra food, clothing, and shoes for their children given by U.S. charities. They did not want the team being killed by the Taliban. Dair had seen it written silently in their expressions.

She wore a level three Kevlar vest, the weight of the ceramic plates making her breathing harder as they continued the steep climb toward the ridge line. It weighed thirty extra pounds upon her frame. Her M-4 carbine was hanging across her chest. Her drop holster with a .45 pistol was strapped to her right thigh.

Her friends, the rest the A-team, moved like silent ghosts behind her. They trusted that Zeus would find any IEDs buried on the only path up this slope, before one of them stepped on it.

She loved her black-faced, fawn-colored dog. They were a tight team. Zeus slept with her in her small mud-and-rock hut. He kept her warm in the winter with his seventy-five-pound body curled tightly next to hers. He was a guard dog and would send up a warning growl when Taliban were lurking outside the seven-foot, mud-and-rock wall that kept the village safe. Often, she and some of the other sergeants would get up, armed, and with their NVGs on, let Zeus lead them to where he heard the enemy outside the wall.

Over time, the Taliban lost too many soldiers skulking around, looking for a way to infiltrate the village at night. They knew there was a WMD dog within the walls. And, after losing twenty-five soldiers at night to the sharp-eared dog, they stopped coming.

This was her fourth deployment with her team. They were all like big, doting brothers to her. And she was like a little sister to all of them. Dair earned her position on the black ops team because she was very good at what she did. She was five foot, ten inches tall, and at a distance, most people thought she was a man. Until they got closer and saw her half-Comanche face, the black braids she always wore, and her cinnamon-brown eyes. Then they were surprised, because the villagers hadn’t seen many women soldiers before. She was an anomaly in their world.

The wind slapped at her back, and Dair slowed Zeus. The scent would be gone and he wouldn’t find it. The dog halted, the leash taut between his collar and her gloved hand. Her mic was resting against her lips. “Take five. Wind is the wrong direction.”

“Copy that,” Davis said.

Dair knew the team would be glad for the momentary rest. They were all carrying at least fifty pounds of gear and ammo on them. They knew what it meant when the wind was cooperating, at the right angle for Zeus to properly scent the area. Because of the dog, they’d gone four years as a team without any IED injuries. Dair wanted to keep it that way.

She keyed her hearing, the edges of her ears freezing and numb. The tip of her nose was also numb. It was below freezing on this miserable slope. The sky was thick with clouds, promising snow at some point. She hated the white stuff because IEDs became even more troublesome to locate. Watching Zeus through her NVGs, the dog’s ears were up and he was panting heavily, his ribs bowing in and out.

The wind shifted again, this time coming directly at Dair. She gave Zeus the unspoken order to start sniffing again. Instantly, the dog lunged against the leash, nose just above the surface, moving it from side to side, trying to pick up the scent of a buried IED.

Dair’s whole focus, her whole world, relied on her brave dog. They were the point of the spear. If Zeus found an IED, he’d instantly sit down, a signal that one was nearby. Then, Dair would have to halt the column and the two explosives-trained sergeants from their team would come up and locate it and defuse it. Then, they’d move forward once more. Her mouth was dry and she pulled the tube to her CamelBak, sucking deeply. Staying hydrated was important. Soon, she’d have to stop and give Zeus water as well.

The wind shifted, slapping her on the right side of her face. Dropping the tube that was held in her shoulder epaulet, Dair tugged on the leash to stop Zeus. The wind was taking away the scents he needed to pick up.

Suddenly, there was a flash of red and yellow light. Dair heard Zeus yelp. Burning heat swept across her as she was flung off her feet, tumbling through the night air. A thousand impressions assailed her as she felt her arms windmilling and she cartwheeled end over end. The sound of the explosion broke both her eardrums. Simultaneously, a sharp pain assailed her left foot and ankle. And then, she lost consciousness.

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GIVEAWAY BOX by LIndsay McKenna! COWBOYS! Yahoooooo…..

June 29, 2017

CONTEST—COWBOY BOX FROM KENSINGTON PUBLISHING!!!
When: June 26-July 4, 2017
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Look what is in the Cowboy box!

Winner announced by email on: July 5, 2017

Price of box: $29.95 but winner will get it FREE and shipped to her!
Go here to sign up for this contest! Winner chosen by a random generator. Good luck to all of you!

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What: EHHHHAAAAA…..a cowboy box from EVER AFTER!

A cowboy themed box from Ever After Presents!

Look what you can win!
From the rodeo to the ranch to the range — Romancelandia loves cowboys! Get ready to ride with these rugged heroes in this month’s box along with cowboy-themed goodies and an extra dose of heat!

Featured Kensington Publishing cowboy books in the box!

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna
Home on the Ranch: Rodeo by Sarah M. Anderson
The Last Good Cowboy by Kate Pearce

AND….other goodies!

A cowboy boot shot glass!
Morgan Ranch Bandana courtesy of Kate Pearce
A jalapeno Hotlix chili lix sucker (yiiiii!)
A fun DIY kit that brings the desert to you! A Cactus Growing Kit!
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THE EVER AFTER BOX is a lot of fun and a great way to meet new authors and get all kinds of goodies that romance readers just love! These are monthly romantic reads and collectibles sent to your mailbox.

Have fun! And good luck! Three great reads from three great authors!

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT Wind River Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna!!

March 27, 2017

Hi Readers!!!
I’m so excited! Those who love my contemporary cowboy stories, Book 3, Wind River Cowboy, is finally going to arrive!
Release day: 3.28.17!!

Kira Duval, US Army Special Forces, never expected to fall in love with any man while she worked with an A-team in Afghanistan. But she did. And she never let anyone, not even Weapons Sergeant, Garret Fleming know what lay in her heart for him.

She didn’t know if it was reciprocal because every man on the A-team treated her like their favorite sister. They treated her as an equal and they trusted her without question. Kira knew that if there was any hint of intimacy with Garret, it would fracture the team. And there was no way she was going to do that.

But Fate has a way of intervening and their worlds explode on them during a Taliban attack. Kira saves Garret after he is wounded. In the end, they lose track of one another for three years. Broken by PTSD, Kira is out of the Army and trying to find a job at a Wyoming ranch. And again, her life turns upside down.

EXCERPT from Chapter 1, Wind River Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna:

“Ambush!”

Sergeant Kira Duval’s earpiece rang with the warning
from Army Captain Aaron Michelson, the Special Forces
A team leader. The night was black and an RPG exploded
right in between the two Humvees they were riding in. The
twelve-person team halted and all hell broke loose.
Kira exited the vehicle, hearing the hollow thunk of
another RPG being fired in their direction. She heard more
orders in her earpiece as she threw herself on the muddy
Afghan ground, hands over her head, mouth open.

The night erupted into red, yellow and orange flames as
the second RPG hit the first Humvee, which Aaron was
in. She wanted to scream, but the blast lifted her off the
ground, hurling her several feet, and she started rolling to
minimize the impact. Keeping her mouth open to equalize
the pressure between her lungs and the outside air so they
wouldn’t melt into jelly, Kira had the M4 strapped in a harness
across her chest. She fell hard on her side, the weapon
jamming into her rib cage, making her cry out.

Another explosion erupted. Her eardrums were pounded.
The pain in them caused her to grunt. The shouts, screams
and orders roared into her head. She saw dark shadows
exiting her Humvee, the other four men trying to escape
and run for cover.

Someone jerked her up by the shoulder of her uniform
harness, dragging her along, heading for a group of shadowy
rocks. Gasping, Kira struggled and then lunged to her
feet with the help of Sergeant Garret Fleming, who was at
her side. He was screaming into his mic for the four operators,
ordering them to get to the safety of the rock fortress
just ahead of them.

Another RPG was fired. AK-47 fire was like a fusillade
slamming into the escaping Special Forces survivors. Kira
didn’t have time to cry. The first Humvee was twisted
metal, flames roaring into the dark sky, sending long, dancing
shadows across the muddy soil. She slipped, but Garret
kept a tight gloved hand on her uniform, keeping her on her
feet as they raced three hundred yards to safety. They had
to get cover or they were all dead.

Her mind spun. There had been six men in that first
Humvee. Had any of them made it out? She heard Garret
yelling into the mic for Captain Michelson, but there was
no answer from their leader. Oh, God! She’d lived with this
team for three years. Each of these men were like beloved
brothers to her. They couldn’t be dead. The just couldn’t!

Sobbing, tears burning in her eyes, Garret suddenly
went down. She heard him curse. He released her shoulder,
sending her spinning and falling to the left of him. Bullets
were digging up mud all around them, geyser spouts flung
into the air. They were not only ambushed but surrounded
on half of the area where they were scrambling to find
cover. Landing hard on her knees, she twisted around, the
mud making everything slippery. Kira saw the shadows
of two other A team members running in their direction.
Bullets mowed them down. Screaming, Kira lunged for
Garret, who was grabbing his left leg, blood spurting from
his calf.

Just as she reached Garret on her hands and knees, a
second bullet struck him in the head. He suddenly collapsed,
lifeless, on the ground.

No! I love him! You can’t kill him! You can’t!

Kira grabbed Garret’s shoulder. The man was six foot
two inches tall, two hundred and twenty pounds without
counting the seventy pounds of gear he wore on his body.
Jerking at him, she managed to get to her feet. Adrenaline
gave her the strength of two men and she hauled Garret
behind the rocks that stood five to ten feet tall in a semicircle
around them. She called for their 18 Delta medics.
No answer from either of them. There were two on each
team. Were they both dead?

No!

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CONTEST — Valentine’s Day — Lindsay McKenna!

February 11, 2017

Hi Readers!!
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This is so much fun having (finally) my OWN contest on my OWN website!!! I hope you agree!

I love putting on holiday contests and February has one of my most favorites: Valentine’s Day. It’s special to me because I believe that LOVE is the greatest and most healing of all our human emotions. Our heart can be filled with love, compassion and kindness toward others. My readers are like that. And I write for myself and for them.

So! A major HEART-CENTERED celebration contest!! Here’s what you can win if you go sign up! The contest starts today, 2.9.17 and ends on 2.14.17. Lucky winner will be announced on the morning of 2.15.17.

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A box of chocolates! From Ghirardelli!! YUM!

Wind River Rancher, Book 2 Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, Wind River Valley series/Kensington Books. Paperback, and autographed by author!

Audiobook (Recorded Books) of Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, Wind River Valley series/Kensington Books!

A Delos Series notebook with pen

And last, but NEVER least, lots of mini-Roan bookmarks!!! These are constantly being ‘borrowed’ from you by your reader friends, family and neighbors because everyone wants to have Roan for their own!! They are very rare bookmarks….so I put in lots this time so you can give to friends and still be able to keep yours ;-). They are in HIGH DEMAND! 😉

Delos Series tote bag to put all your goodies into, or use it for grocery shopping or whatever else you want….a bag has many purposes 😉

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Go here to sign up! Good luck!
http://lindsaymckenna.com/contest/

COMING IN MARCH!
NEVER ENOUGH, 3B1, DELOS SERIES, sequel to Forged in Fire, release: 3.1.17
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WIND RIVER COWBOY, Book 3, Wind River Valley Series, Kensington Books/Zebra, release: 3.26.17
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Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna EXCERPT #4

January 1, 2017

Happy NEW Year to all my wonderful readers! There’s a lot to look forward to in 2017 with my books, so stay tuned 🙂
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I wanted to give you a New Year’s Day gift– a 4th excerpt from my Wind River Valley Series book. I hope you enjoy it!
Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna
Book 2 of the Wind River Valley Series
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“His anxiety ran him. He had no control over it and he’d
found out quickly, after his discharge, that a stressful job
only tripled the monstrous anxiety that was always there,
always waiting to leap upon him and scatter his thoughts,
his actions.

As he bit into the burger, he closed his eyes, made a low
sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, slumping against
the metal chair, in Nirvana. Reese knew if he gulped it down,
he’d more than likely throw it up, so he tamped down on the
animal desire to gulp. He chewed it slowly, savoring every
last bite of the lettuce, tomatoes, onion, cheddar cheese,
and bacon on it. It took him thirty minutes to clean up
everything. The apple pie was melt-in-your mouth, reminding
him of his mother’s own home-cooked pies.

An old ache centered in his heart. His parents wanted
him home, but God, that had been a disaster. Reese wasn’t
going to make them pay for his PTSD, and they didn’t understand
why he had to leave. He wasn’t the best at talking
about his shame over the symptoms that he couldn’t control.

His father had been in the military, retired, and was
now a hardworking mechanic. He had saved all his life for
retirement, and Reese wasn’t about to take his money that
he’d offered to him. He had to stand on his own two feet,
pull himself up by his bootstraps, and not accept handouts.

As he rose and placed the chair against the wall, he saw
the door open. A young woman with light brown hair,
slightly curly around her oval face, walked in. All his acute
senses focused on her. She was wearing a black baseball
cap, a blue chambray shirt like the one he wore, a heavy
Levi’s jacket, and a pair of loose-fitting jeans that indicated
she had a lush figure hidden beneath them. His heart
jolted as their eyes met briefly. She had sky-blue eyes, just
this side of turquoise, wide set and intelligent. She was
attractive, wore no makeup, but her high cheekbones were
flushed, as if she’d been running or working out hard.

His stomach clenched, and suddenly, Reese worried that
if she was the owner of the Bar C, he might not get the job.
That she’d be afraid of him like so many other women were,
once they saw him. In the Corps, wearing his uniform or
utilities, women had always given him a pleasing look,
scoping him out, their gazes telling him they’d like to know
him a lot better. He almost laughed as he struggled to get
his anxiety corralled. Since he’d fallen from grace, his
scruffy, bearded, homeless look scared the hell out of females.

Reese knew he wasn’t a bad-looking man, but
somehow, no woman could see the real him in his present
state of dishevelment. He would never hurt a woman or
child. But the look in their eyes spoke of exactly that: fear
that he was capable of violence against them. It was a bitter
pill to swallow to be judged by what he wore on the outside
instead of who he really was inside.”

COMING SOON! Wind River Cowboy, Book 3 on 3.28.17!!

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EXCERPT 3 from Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna

December 27, 2016

Hi Readers!

RELEASE DAY has finally come for Wind River Rancher!!!

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Now you get to read Reese Lockhart’s story.

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EXCERPT 3
Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna

Wincing, Shay Crawford heard the pain in Reese Lockhart’s tone. “I know . .. I hope that you find the Bar C a place where you can heal,
Mr. Lockhart. You’ll work hard, but you’re with a military
family of sorts. That will help a lot. I know it has the other
three men. They’ve blossomed since coming to the ranch.”
She felt the full warmth of his look and it gently enclosed
her heart, surprising her.

“Thanks to you. To your vision. Or maybe, I should say,
your passion? You can’t do something like this if your heart
isn’t invested in it.”

His understanding and praise enveloped Shay and she
secretly relished it. There was something different about
this vet, and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe Reese
was just very savvy about human nature; it was a part of
who he was. If that was so, then Shay could only imagine
how his PTSD symptoms were tearing him up inwardly. It
was hell on everyone, but a man of his intelligence and
training, a consummate Marine Corps officer, it would be
a hundred times worse. To fall from grace? To lose his
entire career? She was sure he would have been a twenty or
thirty-year Marine, making military service his life.

“My heart is invested in this,” she said, her voice determined.
“For as long as I breathe, the Bar C is going to be a
haven of healing for our men and women who have served.
They deserve no less.”

“Can you tell me about the other vets?”

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SHATTERED BUT STILL FIGHTING TO BE WHOLE ONCE MORE…this is the story of a homeless vet fighting to turn his life around. Shay Crawford, owner of the Bar C, a safe haven for down-on-their-luck vets who can get a wrangling job and retrieve their pride and self-confidence once more.

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Excerpt: Wind River Rancher for the HEA/USA Today blog!

December 26, 2016

Hi Readers!
I hope you’ve had a warm, fuzzy Christmas!

I’ve given HEA/USA Today blog an in-depth look at why I wrote Wind River Rancher. The hero, Reese Lockhart, was shattered by PTSD, but still fighting to be whole once more. It is the story of a homeless vet fighting to turn his life around. Shay Crawford, owner of the Bar C, a safe haven for down-on-their-luck vets who can get a wrangling job and retrieve their pride and self-confidence once more.

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Don’t miss this eye-opening and deeply personal blog that I’ve written. It will explain so much as to why I write about our military people and also those with PTSD.

Exclusive excerpt: ‘Wind River Rancher’ by Lindsay McKenna

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WIND RIVER RANCHER by Lindsay McKenna EXCERPT #2

December 22, 2016

Hi Readers!
Happy Holidays!!! Here’s a little gift from me to you 😉

We’re getting close to the release date on Wind River Rancher! I wanted to give you a peek at his story!

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SHATTERED BUT STILL FIGHTING TO BE WHOLE ONCE MORE…

Wind River Rancher, Book 2, Wind River Valley series, is an emotional story that will suck every reader in. I’m known for gritty, visceral and emotional writing, and this book is no exception. It just happened to catch the eye of Publisher’s Weekly and it received a ‘starred’ review (like winning an Oscar) on 12.3.16.

This series I’m writing is about military vets returning home from combat from all over the world, mostly focused on the Middle East. Having been in the US Navy during the Vietnam War era (I served stateside as a weather forecaster at USNAS Moffett Field (now known as Silicon Valley) near San Francisco, California.

Book 2, Wind River Rancher, the hero is an ex-Marine Corps captain who commanded a company of Marines over in Afghanistan for years. The deployments, the combat, eventually took a toll on him, too. Reese Lockhart was a twenty-year man, his only dream was to become a Marine officer and protect his people, guide them and support them. Only the Afghanistan war gradually wore him down and sucked the life out of him, as it did so many others. He was given an honorable medical discharge, against his wishes. His whole life-dream has been shattered. He’s fractured internally by the PTSD, and you will meet him two years later as his story unfolds. He’s degraded to being like so many other vets we see on the streets of every city in the USA: shamed, hopeless, depressed and he cannot hold a job. In this book, I took “the gloves off,” as we say, and delved into the hero’s state of mind, his distorted emotions, his thinking he was a failure in every possible way.

EXCERPT #2 from Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna
Set up: Reese Lockhart, Marine Corps captain, now broken with PTSD and a civilian looking for work, has just been given a kind gift from Kassie’s Cafe. The owner of the Hay and Feed Store, Charlie Becker, called them up and told them that he had a military vet who was hungry. She quickly made up a meal and had it sent over to him. He’s waiting in Charlie’s store for the owner of the Bar C who needs to hire a vet wrangler. The owner, Shaylene Crawford, was a vet herself and has made it her mission to give PTSD vets a chance to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. He’s waiting to meet her:

“As Reese bit into the burger, he closed his eyes, made a low
sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, slumping against
the metal chair, in Nirvana. Reese knew if he gulped it down,
he’d more than likely throw it up, so he tamped down on the
animal desire to gulp. He chewed it slowly, savoring every
last bite of the lettuce, tomatoes, onion, cheddar cheese,
and bacon on it. It took him thirty minutes to clean up
everything. The apple pie was melt-in-your mouth, reminding
him of his mother’s own home-cooked pies.

An old ache centered in his heart. His parents wanted
him home, but God, that had been a disaster. Reese wasn’t
going to make them pay for his PTSD, and they didn’t understand
why he had to leave. He wasn’t the best at talking
about his shame over the symptoms that he couldn’t control.
His father had been in the military, retired, and was
now a hardworking mechanic. He had saved all his life for
retirement, and Reese wasn’t about to take his money that
he’d offered to him. He had to stand on his own two feet,
pull himself up by his bootstraps, and not accept handouts.

As he rose and placed the chair against the wall, he saw
the door open. A young woman with light brown hair,
slightly curly around her oval face, walked in. All his acute
senses focused on her. She was wearing a black baseball
cap, a blue chambray shirt like the one he wore, a heavy
Levi’s jacket, and a pair of loose-fitting jeans that indicated
she had a lush figure hidden beneath them.

His heart jolted as their eyes met briefly. She had sky-blue eyes, just
this side of turquoise, wide set and intelligent. She was
attractive, wore no makeup, but her high cheekbones were
flushed, as if she’d been running or working out hard.
His stomach clenched, and suddenly, Reese worried that
if she was the owner of the Bar C, he might not get the job.
That she’d be afraid of him like so many other women were,
once they saw him. In the Corps, wearing his uniform or
utilities, women had always given him a pleasing look,
scoping him out, their gazes telling him they’d like to know
him a lot better. He almost laughed as he struggled to get
his anxiety corralled. Since he’d fallen from grace, his
scruffy, bearded, homeless look scared the hell out of females.

Reese knew he wasn’t a bad-looking man, but
somehow, no woman could see the real him in his present
state of dishevelment. He would never hurt a woman or
child. But the look in their eyes spoke of exactly that: fear
that he was capable of violence against them. It was a bitter
pill to swallow to be judged by what he wore on the outside
instead of who he really was inside.

“Hey,” Charlie called, twisting his head in Reese’s direction,
“Miss Shay is here. Come on up and meet her.”

STARRED REVIEW from Publisher’s Weekly:

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LINKS:
Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/Wind-River-Rancher-Lindsay-McKenna/dp/1420141767/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1478800984&sr=8-1&keywords=Wind+River+Rancher
Kobo.com
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/wind-river-rancher
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wind-river-rancher-lindsay-mckenna/1123624029?ean=9781420141764
Apple/iBooks
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WIND RIVER RANCHER by Lindsay McKenna — EXCERPT!

December 16, 2016

Hi Dear Readers!!
My latest cowboy romance, Wind River Rancher was just award a starred review from Publisher’s Weekly Magazine. I created the Wind River Valley series for Zebra/Kensington. The cowboy hero of this book is a down on his luck Marine Corps captain forced to return to civilian life.
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Most readers don’t know about this magazine because it’s the icon within the traditional publishing industry. PW, as we refer to it, is the iconic queen of it all. It’s sort of like when PW speaks, everyone listens.

To receive a “starred review” on any book, is like winning an Oscar. And as a writer and storyteller, I never expect to ever be reviewed by PW, much less received it. Here’s the review!

To celebrate, here is the opening to Wind River Rancher! Enjoy and share! Thank you!

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EXCERPT: Wind River Rancher by Lindsay McKenna
Reese Lockhart’s stomach was tight with hunger as he
stood at the outskirts of a small Wyoming town called
Wind River. The sign indicated a population of two thousand.
He’d gone a month without decent food. Six inches
of snow stood on the sides of the road where he’d walked
the last ten miles on 89A north. It headed toward Jackson
Hole, where he was hoping to find work.

The town, for a Monday afternoon, was pretty slow. A
couple of pickup trucks came and went, a few people
walked along the sidewalks on either side of the highway
that ran through the center of town. He halted outside
Becker’s Hay and Feed Store, an aged redbrick building
standing two stories high. The red tin roof was steep and
sunlight reflected off it, making Reese squint. Bright lights
now hurt his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, feeling the fear of rejection once
again, he pushed open the door to the store. Would he get
yelled at by the owner? Told to get out? It was early May
and snow had fallen the night before. The sleepy town of
Wind River still had slush on its streets midday.

The place was quiet, smelled of leather, and he saw a
man in his sixties, tall, lean, and with silver hair, sitting
behind the counter. He was sitting on a wooden stool that
was probably the same age as he was, an ancient-looking
calculator in his work-worn hands as he methodically
punched the buttons.

Girding himself, ignoring the fact he hadn’t eaten in two
days, Reese’s gaze automatically swung around the huge
establishment. A hay and feed store was something he was
familiar with. Maybe the owner wanted some part-time
help. He needed to make enough money to buy a decent
meal.

Shoving away the shame he felt over his situation, he
saw the man lift his head, wire-rim spectacles halfway
down his large nose, his blue eyes squinting at Reese as he
approached the long wooden counter.

“Howdy, stranger. Can I help you?” the man asked.

“Maybe,” Reese said. “I’m looking for work. I saw you
have several big barns out back, and a granary. Do you have
any openings?” Automatically, Reese tensed. He knew he
looked rough with a month’s worth of beard on his face,
and his clothes were dirty and shabby. At one time, he’d
been a Marine Corps captain commanding a company of
120 Marines. And he’d been damn good at it until—

“I’m Charlie Becker, the owner,” the man said, shifting
and thrusting his hand across the desk toward him.
“Welcome to Wind River. Who might you be?”

“Reese Lockhart,” he said, and he gripped the man’s
strong hand. He liked Charlie’s large, watery eyes because
he saw kindness in them. Reese was very good at assessing
people. He’d kept his Marines safe and helped them through
their professional and personal ups and downs over the
years he commanded Mike Company in Afghanistan. Charlie
was close to six feet tall, lean like a rail, and wore a
white cowboy shirt and blue jeans. Reese sensed this older
gentleman wouldn’t throw him out of here with a curse—
or even worse, call law enforcement and accuse him of
trespassing.

The last place where he’d tried to find some work, they’d
called him a druggie and told him to get the hell out; he
smelled. While walking the last ten miles to Wind River,
Reese had stopped when he discovered a stream on the flat,
snow-covered land, and tried to clean up the best he could.
The temperature was near freezing as he’d gone into the
bushes, away from the busy highway, and stripped to his
waist. He’d taken handfuls of snow and scrubbed his body,
shivering, but hell, that was a small price to pay to try to not
smell so bad. He hadn’t had a real shower in a month,
either.

“You a vet, by any chance?” Charlie asked, his eyes
narrowing speculatively upon Reese.

“Yes, sir. Marine Corps.” He said it with pride.

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Publisher’s Weekly “starred review” of Wind River Rancher!
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LINKS:
Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/Wind-River-Rancher-Lindsay-McKenna/dp/1420141767/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1478800984&sr=8-1&keywords=Wind+River+Rancher

Kobo.com
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/wind-river-rancher

BN.com
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wind-river-rancher-lindsay-mckenna/1123624029?ean=9781420141764

Apple/iBooks
https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1099652774?country=us&mediaType=books&term=Wind+River+Rancher+by+Lindsay+McKenna

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Think you know everything about SECRETS by Lindsay McKenna?

December 1, 2016

Hi Readers!

Think you know everything about SECRETS, 2B1 by Lindsay McKenna?
You don’t!!!

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It’s titled that for good reason!
NOW!!! READ “the rest of the story” of how I came to create this dynamic sequel novella to UNBOUND PURSUIT!
EXCLUSIVE!

Only at USA Today/Happily Ever After blog!
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Audio, Tantor Media
Released: 11.22.16
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