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BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna blog and contest!

January 5, 2018

BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna
a deep, incisive blog on why I wrote this book. And there’s a giveaway contest as well!

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CONTEST from Lindsay McKenna, January 1-6.2018!

January 1, 2018

Happy New Year to all my readers!!

Welcome to my contest page! I will be hosting giveaways monthly—plus on all the major holidays! Check back often. Contest open to readers worldwide.

PRIZE:
2 AUDIO BOOKS!
FORGED IN FIRE
And
It’s sequel
NEVER ENOUGH

FORGED IN FIRE, Book 3, Delos Series
Pediatrician Dara McKinley loves her job. So how could she say no when her sister asks her to come to Kabul for a few weeks to offer medical assistance at a local orphanage? Terrified of the dangers surrounding her, Dara finds unexpected solace in the protective arms of Sergeant Matt Culver. Transfixed by the warrior with the exotic gold eyes, can Dara overcome her fears? Sergeant Matt Culver has always listened to his instincts, and they have yet to steer him wrong. So when he sees the alluring blond belly dancer at Bagram’s annual holiday show, he knows without a doubt that she’s “the one.” Now he just has to convince her to take a chance on him…and love. If they survive…

And NEVER ENOUGH, sequel to Forged in Fire, 3B1, Delos Series

Novella: When stunning Dara McKinley, a visiting pediatric physician, arrived in Afghanistan to help needy children, she had no idea that Delta Force Sergeant Matt Culver would not only win her heart–he would also save her life during an attack by the Taliban. Now, the couple is ready for a much-needed vacation in Hawaii, eager for days and nights of passion and relaxation. But once again danger stalks them. Dara knows she’s in good hands with Matt beside her, but her fears rise again that she and Matt can lose each other as they face an unpredictable new enemy..

January 01 – January 06, 2018
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 OF CHAPTER 1 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna

December 18, 2017

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 OF CHAPTER 1 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna

Exclusive excerpt #3

12.18.17

Travis Ramsey was behind the counter of Ramsey Fishing Guides when the bell above the door tinkled, telling him he had an early morning visitor. His fishing guide business was mostly dormant during this time of the year and he had little to do over the coming winter months. Next April when the snows left the Bitterroot Valley where Hamilton sat, fishermen from around the world would stream in to take advantage of the world-class trout in the creeks and river. Looking up, he saw a young woman, her short black hair emphasizing the paleness of her features. Straightening, he saw her look around the large, two story building. As her blue gaze met his, he frowned. She was wearing an Army jacket. A real one, with patches that he quickly recognized. Had she bought it at an Army-Navy store or was she the real deal? She was tall, her shoulders thrown back, wearing a heavy Army rucksack on her back. His gaze dropped to her long legs wrapped in denim to her boots. Those were Army boots. There was something about her, a sense that she was probably ex-military. So was he.

“Can I help you?” he called, walking toward the end of the maple counter that had been in his family since the late 1800’s. He saw her blue eyes narrow upon him, silently evaluating him. There was a glittering intelligence in them, something he rarely saw outside the military. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her rucksack curved across her shoulder. He’d been a Delta Force operator and missed nothing. If she was ex-Army, she didn’t act like office personnel at all. No, she was carefully assessing him on every potential level as he was her. There had been women in Delta Force for over a decade. She certainly behaved like an operator and his respect for her was already amping up. He halted at the end of the counter. “I’m Travis Ramsey. How may I help you?”

The woman looked disheveled, but clean, her clothes showing wear and tear. Something pinged his intuition as she headed toward him, her lips set in a line that suggested she was afraid of his response to whatever she wanted or needed from him. Travis couldn’t prove it, but he never dismissed an intuitive hit. It had saved his life way too many times.

“I’m Jesse Myers. I was walking in the woods along the Bitterroot River when I saw a red caboose in the nearby meadow. I went to the county Recorder’s office here in Hamilton to find the owner and they said it belonged to you.” She hesitated and then said, “I’m looking for a place to rent. I have a part time job at Katie’s Koffee Bean down the street. I can’t afford much, but I would take good care of that boxcar if you’re open to renting it to me.”

Stunned by her request, he nodded, watching fear and hope alternate in her eyes. “You did your homework.”

Jesse managed a weak smile. “It’s my nature. I fell in love with the caboose and thought it would be a great place to stay. I’m not making enough money to rent something in town, yet. I could clean it up, maybe paint it and repair some of the things inside and make it livable once more. I’m pretty good with mechanical and electrical stuff.”

Travis liked her low, husky voice. She might be fearful that he’d say no, but she stood her ground and kept good eye contact with him. “You have family around here?” Hamilton was a town of four-thousand plus people and he knew all of them because his family was one of the first to settle in this town.

Shaking her head, she said, “No, sir, I don’t. I was born and raised in Billings, Montana, and that’s where my folks live.”

Things didn’t add up. “And you’ve come to Hamilton to get a job?” Travis knew there were no jobs after tourist season, which ended in late September and didn’t begin again until the first of April. Everyone who worked here was seasonal. What was her story?

“Yes, sir, I have. Growing up, my parents favorite place to go for a weekend or a vacation was Hamilton. I’ve always loved this small town, the people, and how it’s surrounded by nature.” She gave a slight shrug. “I’m not a city person even though I was born in Billings. I need the outdoors, the woods, the water and the quiet.”

She appealed to him on so many levels that Travis felt momentarily rocked by that unexpected awareness. Jesse’s short hair was mannish in cut and that triggered something in him that he hoped to explore with her. “Listen, I’ve got an espresso machine at the rear of the store. Why don’t we go back there, have a cup of coffee and we can talk?” He gestured toward the front door. “There isn’t going to be anyone coming in today. I just bought a half-dozen fresh pastries from the Las Palomas Bakery next door. Let’s talk further in my office?” He wasn’t looking for a woman, but damned if Jesse Myers didn’t call strongly to him, man-to-woman. She was clearly mature for her age, had morals and values because she went to the county office to find out who owned that caboose and then asked to rent it. He’d seen some vets who passed through the area in the summer who squatted and used the caboose, never asking if they could stay there or not. He liked her honesty.

“Well…”

He gestured toward the other end of the store. “Come on. It’s early and I don’t know about you, but hot coffee is something we can all use this time of morning.” Military people were coffee hounds of the first order. He saw her eyes widen momentarily, those thick dark lashes emphasizing them. Pleased, he saw the offer appealed to her.

“Sounds good, Mr. Ramsey.”

“Call me Travis and you can put the ‘sir’ away, too. I’m ex-Army. Are you?” he asked, walking down the length of the counter. He met her at the other end and opened the door to the tourist area of the shop. The waiting room was large, lots of wooden chairs with cushions spaced neatly around the perimeter. At one end was a long table filled with paper coffee cups, boxes of assorted teas, sugar, cream, and spoons, and a very expensive espresso machine. “Put your rucksack on a chair and have a seat,” he invited. Partly shutting the door, he went and turned the machine on. “Coffee? Espresso? What’s your poison?” He grinned a little, wanting the tension she carried to dissolve. He saw her gently set the fifty-pound pack on the floor next to the chair where she sat down.

“Just plain coffee is fine. Black. Thank you.”

Her manners were all military and Travis nodded, getting busy making her that coffee. “Reach over and grab yourself a donut or two,” he said, pointing to a box near where she was seated. “Help yourself. Alex Delgado, the daughter of Hector and Maria, now runs the bakery and she’s known as the queen of pastries around Hamilton. They all taste great.” Jesse was a tall, big boned woman and he noticed how the wrinkled Army jacket hung on her frame. He saw her look wistfully at the pastries and lick her full lower lip. Her hands were taut against the thighs of her jeans. She was hungry. The realization hit him hard. In black ops, it was the little things, jigsaw puzzle pieces that alone, didn’t tell much. But as an operator in Afghanistan for far too long, it was all these tidbits that came together to paint a fuller picture of a situation. Or in the case of Jesse, that she was definitely an Army vet. There was no question in his mind about that.

Further, she had hesitated momentarily at the door to the coffee room to thoroughly evaluate it. This told him she was clearly an operator, not some office assistant. Maybe she was an Intelligence officer or maybe an operator out in the field like himself? When she came into the room after sweeping it thoroughly in a moment with her gaze, she deliberately sat down in one corner, at the end of the table, her back up against a wall, facing the only exit door. An operator always did that. As he put the coffee into the machine, placing a white paper cup beneath the spout, he began to cobble more of her story together in his head. If she’d been in combat, more than likely she had PTSD. The fact that she wasn’t at home after leaving the Army told him that. He had many friends, ex-Delta operators, who had their marriages go bust after coming off a deployment because of the years of accumulated PTSD and being unable to adjust to civilian life again. They couldn’t go home to their parents, either, because they wouldn’t understand the flashbacks, the nightmares, and the ongoing anxiety they carried in them 24/7/365, either.

His mouth flexed in sympathy as he watched her from the corner of his eye. She rose in one fluid motion and picked up a paper napkin, her long, elegant looking fingers hovering over the mouth-watering array of pastries. When she leaned over, her jacket opened and he saw she was wearing a desert tan shirt he was very familiar with. It was an operator’s shirt, with camouflage print on both long sleeves and a tan torso core of one color. Yeah, she was black ops, no question.

“Where were you stationed in Afghanistan?” he asked, turning and placing the steaming brew on the table next to where she’d sat down.

Jesse froze for a second, transfixed by the man’s large, slightly narrowed gray eyes as he buttonholed her with that question. His dark brown hair was cut military short, his beard clipped close, showing off his square face and giving him an air of dangerousness. Trying to slough off her shock that he knew what she was in the Army, she replied, “Nangarhar Province.” Tensing, she saw several emotions flit across his face. How the hell would he know that about her? She hadn’t answered his question earlier about being in the Army. The chocolate éclair teased her wide-open senses. Her mouth watered. The scent of the sugar, vanilla pudding and chocolate was too much to resist and she bit slowly into it, savoring it as if her life depended upon it. Closing her eyes, she made a humming sound in the back of her throat. The world stopped in that moment as she tasted the luscious, thick chocolate coating. He finally swallowed, feeling it hit her hungry stomach, the urgent amount of strength that it created within her as the glucose shot into her system.

Slowly, her senses moved outward once more and she heard Travis tinkering with the espresso machine, the fragrance of chocolate surrounding her as the machine hissed and steamed. Opening her eyes, she saw he was making a large mocha latte. He was a tall man, at least six-foot-tall and broad shouldered. The blue plaid flannel cowboy shirt he wore stretched against his powerful chest, with a black leather vest worn over the shirt. He was someone who was in top shape, probably in his late twenties, she would guess. There were a lot of crinkles at the corners of his gray eyes, telling her he was outside a lot. She liked his short dark brown hair that sported reddish strands among them.

She decided to take a closer inspection of him because no one was a mind reader. His hands were large, square and calloused. When he made a gesture, she saw that he sported a thick callous on the inside of his right index finger, his trigger finger. Black ops all had that telltale sign. She had it on hers, as well. And he might have spotted it on her hand after she’d removed her gloves. When she’d come into the store, she’d seen him suddenly shift almost invisibly, into a heightened space of alertness aimed at her. It was nothing obvious, but her senses were far too honed not to pick it up and now, she was beginning to put together that this man standing in a cowboy shirt, jeans and scarred, well-worn leather boots, was black ops himself, not regular Army–otherwise he wouldn’t have recognized who she was. Questions came, but she sat on them. Right now, she needed a place to rent. Besides, he’d probably find her personal questions rude.

END OF INSTALLMENT #3!

Stay tuned for next Monday’s installment #4 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS on 12.25.17!!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #2 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna

December 11, 2017

CHAPTER 1—continued
BOXCAR CHRISTMAS
Exclusive excerpt 2
12.11.17

Jesse opened the door, feeling guilty about trespassing. It creaked as she pushed it open. Stepping inside, she shut the door and turned, peering around the gloomy interior of the caboose because the sun still hadn’t risen above the carpet of evergreens on the slope above where it sat. She spotted a propane gas stove, a table with two simple, carved wooden chairs nearby, and a bed at the other end of it. In the middle of the car was a kitchen sink and opposite the sink was a long leather couch. To her delight, there was also a rocking chair and an overstuffed leather chair that probably housed a lot of field mice, the stuffing looking like popcorn along the thin, separating seams of leather. The couch was long enough to sleep on and was a possibility because the mattress on that bed looked very old and needed to be replaced. But she considered it a far better upgrade to her tent.

It was dusty and dirty, mouse pellets scattered here and there along the dulled oak floor. Some parts of the oriental carpet had been eaten into, probably by mice who took those fibers to make a warm nest somewhere else in the car. Walking to the other end of the caboose, she saw that the bedroom was roomy with a full-sized bed in it. A few blankets that were probably once folded at the bottom were now open and spread haphazardly across bed. Some of the drawers were partially opened, and appeared to be empty and in dire need of some deep cleaning.

This caboose could become a good place to protect her from the coming winter, and she could buy a tank of propane to keep the boxcar warm instead of freezing to death from hypothermia in her tent. Not wanting to think about her downfall during the last year she had been in the Army when all her hopes and dreams were smashed and shattered, Jesse walked toward the center of the caboose and studied the ivory colored Formica counter that surrounded the double aluminum sink. This was a place that could be cared for once again. Brought back to life. Seeing herself in the same condition as this boxcar made her want to stay here and use it as a place to begin to heal from her recent past. The last year of her enlistment in the Army had turned into a nightmare, because she’d been out of control, unable to fit in and be ‘normal’ in order to perform her duties.

She mentally calculated her weekly salary and compared it to what a tank of propane gas would cost, plus having to buy food, and needing a source of water in order to survive. The numbers churned in her head. Maybe some blankets and a pillow would be a nice addition as well. She’d seen a Goodwill store in Hamilton that would be the perfect place to pick up used bedding. Her parents had wanted to give her money to survive on until she could get a good job and manage her life once more, but she’d refused it. They had worked hard for their savings and Jesse didn’t want to steal from their nest egg meant for retirement. Maybe she could call them in a couple of weeks if she could keep this new job and ask for a loan. And then she would pay it back or else. Jesse had never taken a handout in her life. She’d always worked hard for everything she’d earned, just like her parents had.

The morning light filtered in through the windows of the caboose, illuminating the interior. She could see the electric lights along both walls, sconces that still had a hurricane lamp in each of them–dirty but still looking usable. There were no electric lines out here and she looked around for a generator outside somewhere, but saw nothing. At another time, there must have been one because the sconces would only work if there had been a generator present. Besides, even if there had been one, she couldn’t afford to pay for the gasoline needed to run it. And she didn’t have any wheels. She had to walk everywhere, no matter what the weather did around her. Still, she felt a trickle of hope because the oak tongue-and-groove ceiling looked solid–there were no leaks along it to indicate water had gotten inside, and that was good news.

Stepping carefully to the meadow-facing side of the car, she grazed one of the windows with her fingertips. They were in dire need of a good cleaning and the insulation around the frames needed to be replaced so heat wouldn’t leak out and make the car drafty. The tatty old red and yellow Oriental rug beneath her boots was smudged with dirt and hadn’t been swept for a long, long time. She looked around and spotted a long, vertical door near the kitchen table. Going over to it, she opened one side panel of the door. To her delight, there was not only an ancient looking broom, but dust clothes hanging off hooks, a mop, two small aluminum buckets and several usable sponges. Everything she’d need to clean up this place.

She treaded lightly, her Army boots heavy and clunky, the floor creaking here and there. Jesse closed the closet door, turned and simply absorbed this small, comfy looking place. It could truly become a temporary home for her. Her eyes adjusted to the low dawn light, and she realized this was more than a fishing and hunting cabin. The small kitchen table against the wall was still covered with a dusty red and white checkered tablecloth. A pair of cut glass salt and pepper shakers stood in the middle of it. On a shelf above the kitchen sink, she saw dust-laden, brightly colored Fiesta dishes. To her right, were more shelves that held a set of bowls, a couple of aluminum pans and some cookbooks. Jesse liked the feeling in this caboose. It truly had been someone’s home once. The person probably lived here full time, her intuition told her. Maybe years earlier it had been a warm, cozy house, but now, it had been abandoned for some unknown reason, no longer loved and cared for. She wondered who had made this caboose his or her home. She liked the small bathroom next to the bedroom. There was a shower stall in there as well as a Formica counter with an aluminum bowl in it.

The caboose was forty feet long and ten feet wide: four-hundred square feet of living space. It felt like a warm nest to Jesse and she couldn’t explain why this beaten down train car suddenly meant so much to her. She managed a strangled laugh because symbolically and physically, she was beaten down, too. The inside of her looked like the inside of this car. But even in disrepair, the caboose showed the potential of what it could become if a little care and love was bestowed upon it. Was the same true of her? Could that be her outcome as well?

The right thing to do was to walk back into Hamilton, locate the county Recorder’s office and find out who owned the caboose on this property. She needed to know because she wasn’t going to just move in without permission. Even though this train car was in disrepair, it was owned by someone. Maybe, if she could find the owner, she could ask them to allow her to live in it, hoping that the rent wouldn’t be very much and that she could afford it. Jesse adamantly refused to become a squatter. In her world of morals and values, one didn’t just take over a house of any kind without permission and without paying some sort of rent. She already felt guilty enough that she’d entered the place without permission. The door wasn’t locked, but that wasn’t an excuse to trespass. That wasn’t like her, but she was invisibly driven to explore the inside of it.

She turned and she left the caboose, shut the door and carefully made her way down to the concrete slab where it sat. She picked up her heavy pack and unstrapped her tent—there was a lot to do today. This was her off day from work and it would take thirty minutes to walk through the woods to the south end of Hamilton. Hope threaded through her, feeling grateful that she’d miraculously stumbled upon this place. She placed her rolled up tent on the metal and wood platform of the caboose. If she couldn’t find the owner, she would pitch her tent just inside the evergreen tree line for protection from the elements and stay in it, instead. Jesse took out her phone, a gift from her parents, she located the GPS for the caboose. That information would be instrumental in locating the owner. Hitching the heavy knapsack that carried everything she owned in it, Jesse gave the red caboose a wistful farewell look and then turned away, heading into the woods to walk back into Hamilton. Glancing at her watch, she realized that she would have to locate the county seat office and wait until they opened up at nine a.m. END OF INSTALLMENT #2!

Stay tuned for next Monday’s installment #3 BOXCAR CHRISTMAS on 12.18.17!!

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2 EXCERPTS! NEVER ENOUGH by Lindsay McKenna

March 8, 2017

Hi Readers!!

Check out Harlequin Junkie’s Blog today, 3.817!

There are TWO other excerpts (#3 and #4) that you don’t want to miss!

Sergeant Matt Culver, Delta Force, wants to get his fiancee away from war torn Afghanistan, hoping for down time in Hawaii, getting away from it all. But will life cooperate with him and Dr. Dara McKinley or not?

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NEVER ENOUGH by Lindsay McKenna RELEASE DAY!!

March 1, 2017

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Finally, the sequel to FORGED IN FIRE, Book 3 of the Delos series that stars Matt Culver, Delta Force operator and Dr. Dara McKinley, a pediatrician, is here!

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BACKSTORY:
NEVER ENOUGH, 3B1, is a Delos series novella and sequel to Forged in Fire, Book 3. Being Indie, it’s fun to write the “big book” and then follow it with a “Well? What happened to Matt and Dara next?” and answer my readers burning question. I don’t know a reader that doesn’t appreciate a follow-up novella or sequel. When I’ve formed a bond with the main characters and have sympathy for them, I want to know what happened after reading the book.

Sergeant Matt Culver, Delta Force, has fallen in love with Dr. Dara McKinley, a pediatrician who was visiting Kabul, Afghanistan to do charity work for children. They fall in love, but this country is dangerous to anyone who is an American. After a harrowing escape at a village in mid-Winter, Matt must keep Dara alive.

I had fallen in love with Dara McKinley because she was thrown into a violent, life-and-death environment and had no clue as to how to survive it. Except that the man she was falling in love with, Sergeant Matt Culver, would become her guide, teacher and protector.

Sometimes courage comes in moments of shock, trauma and extreme conditions. Dara is a pediatrician, finishing up her residency, and getting ready to put a clinic for the poor near Alexandria, Virginia, near Washington, D.C. But all her dreams explode when her vehicle is attacked, leaving her in the harsh winter of Afghanistan, chased by Taliban.

Matt Culver is a survivor and is saddled with a woman who has never been under such duress. He’s fallen in love with her. The challenges are enormous, not only brutal winter conditions in the mountains, trying to keep her safe and knowing odds of living through this, are next to nothing. Somehow, they survive.

Dara needs some down time to recouperate from her trauma. Matt wants to make her dreams come true, and takes her to visit Hawaii. NEVER ENOUGH picks up at this point in their relationship.

There are a couple of stops for you today, that will give you an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from their story, a contest and my March 1st newsletter! A 3-fer 😉 ENJOY!

FIRST!
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Contest for March 1-7, 2017

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• An autographed copy of Never Enough
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FLORIDA LIBRARY HAS SPECIAL LINDSAY MCKENNA DISPLAY!

November 2, 2016

Hi Readers!

FLORIDA LIBRARY HAS SPECIAL LINDSAY MCKENNA DISPLAY!

Titusville, Florida, Public LIbrary with their Lindsay McKenna book display--plus SWAG that the patrons can have!

Titusville, Florida, Public LIbrary with their Lindsay McKenna book display–plus SWAG that the patrons can have!

Linda Townsend, one of the five Kensington Facebook Take Over for Wind River Wrangler, was a winner (she won a ‘mini-Roan’ bookmark, plus other swag), had asked if I had any ‘extra’ swag for 2 libraries that she frequented where she lived. I said: of course I do! 😉

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I love libraries and I adore the librarians! They love books just as much as any reader or author. Did you know that from my sophomore to senior year at Medford Senior H.S., I worked in the library every day we had school. It must have been a foreshadowing of my life as a writer! I love libraries!

Today, 11.2.16, I got this photo and email from Brenda Reilly, who is the Head of Reference at the Titusville (Florida) Public Library.
After receiving the photo she took, I sent her back a thank you email message. For Libraries who want to work with me, I have ‘special’ SWAG for them, besides what I’d sent to Brenda. I have a cool handbag with the Delos symbol on it, plus a really neat spiral-bound notebook! I’ll be sending her 20 of each and I’m SURE her patrons will love them!

I also mentioned to her that I just had a new book out, Wind River Wrangler, Kensington Books, so added it in the photo too! I need to get MORE bookmarks from my publisher because I ran out (all given away)! Would love to put some of them into my next library box ;-). BUT….I was able to give them some super cool Kensington Wild Card decks!! BUT, I was able to giveaway Kensington’s much sought after WILD CARD deck of playing cards!!!

Special Library only SWAG from Lindsay McKenna photos:

For Libraries only, special SWAG for their patrons!  Here is a handy Delos Series bag.  I also put in the notebook AND a copy of Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, just out!

For Libraries only, special SWAG for their patrons! Here is a handy Delos Series bag. I also put in the notebook AND a copy of Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, just out!

Photos: Titusville Public Library display of Lindsay McKenna books, plus SWAG that patrons can choose from!

Close look at the spiral bound notebook–too cool

SWAG for public library patrons!  This is a very COOL spiral bound notebook---check out the PEN at the bottom that comes with it!  Unique!

SWAG for public library patrons! This is a very COOL spiral bound notebook—check out the PEN at the bottom that comes with it! Unique!


Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, just came out!

Wind River Wrangler, Book 1, just came out!

and for those who own an iPad and iBooks? A FREE BONUS CHAPTER from Wind River Wrangler!! Go here:

FREE BONUS CHAPTER to iBook/Apple readers!  Go here to get your download!

FREE BONUS CHAPTER to iBook/Apple readers! Go here to get your download!

EXCERPT! Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna. CHOOSING YOUR BATTLES….

October 25, 2016

Hi READERS!
RELEASE DAY!!! Today, Wrangler is available to one and all in paperback, ebook and audio! I hope you enjoy the last excerpt from the book!

EXCLUSIVE GIFTS if you pre-order and they'll show up in your email box a day before the release date!

EXCLUSIVE GIFTS if you pre-order and they’ll show up in your email box a day before the release date!


INTERVIEW:
Lindsay McKenna: If you’ve ever been stalked (and I have), it’s a terrible, 24 hour a day feeling of being hunted by an invisible hunter who wants to hurt you. I used that experience in this book and Shiloh’s reactions to her stalker, are from my own life laid over hers.

SCENE SET UP:
Shiloh Gallagher, an Easterner, a ‘tenderfoot,’ has been at the Wind River Ranch in Wyoming for almost 2 weeks. Roan Taggart, wrangler and her ‘babysitter,’ is riding with her. He and his men are taking a large herd of buffalo and herding them into a new area to graze. Shiloh has second thoughts about riding into the pasture at all…

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Here is an exclusive excerpt:
“Shiloh was looking at all the brown humped buffalo cows and their frolicking calves. It looked bucholic. But the animals were huge! She saw about half a mile away on the opposite side of the pasture, two wranglers opening up the large gate to allow the mothers and calves to come through to the lush, green area. She saw Roan pick up his radio and talk to the other wranglers. Seesawing between staying outside the gate and following Roan in, she saw him finish off his chat with the wranglers.

Stuffing the radio into his saddlebags, Roan looked up at Shiloh. “Well?”

“I’m waffling.”

He grinned. “Yes, you are.”

Making a face, Shiloh admitted, “I don’t want you to think I’m a weenie.”

Chuckling, Roan lifted his hat and moved his gloved fingers through his hair. “I would never think that of you, Shiloh.” He came over and rested his hand against the rear of her saddle, looking up into her indecisive features.

“I’ll respect you no matter what you decide. Okay?”

Grimacing, she muttered, “I’m going in with you.” Looking around, anger tinging her voice, she added, “I’m tired of feeling scared all the time, Roan. If I was back in New York City, I’d be sitting imprisoned in my apartment, feeling like a convict behind bars because somewhere out there, a man wants to hurt me and I don’t know who it is.”

His heart wrenched. Roan eased his hand down her arm and caught her gloved fingers. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. All right?”

She tucked her lower lip between her teeth, squeezing his hand in return. “I’m just tired of being scared, Roan.”

“I know, Darlin’. But if you decide to come in, do it for yourself. Okay?”

Roan was right, she realized. “Yes,” she muttered, releasing his hand even though she didn’t want too. Just the intimacy Roan had automatically established with her, calmed her, helped her sort out what was really going on. “They’re just big, is all.

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LINKS

Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Wind-River-Wrangler-Lindsay-McKenna-ebook/dp/B01BAYVCPQ/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_sims?ie=UTF8

BN.com
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wind-river-wrangler-lindsay-mckenna/1123344401?ean=9781420141740

Kobo.com
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/wind-river-wrangler

Apple/iBooks
https://linkmaker.itunes.apple.com/en-us/details/1088651303?q=Wind%20River%20Wrangler%20by%20Lindsay%20McKenna&country=us&media=books&genre=all

EXCERPT 3! Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna. RESISTING SHILOH….OR CAN HE?

October 24, 2016

Hi READERS!

This is so much fun sharing slivers and slices of Wind River Wrangler with you just before it’s release date of 10.25.16. Here’s the next one! Enjoy 😉

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Interview:
Lindsay McKenna: Every writer I know, including myself, has had Writer’s Block at one time or another. And Shiloh, being a New York Times romance writer, has it when she goes to visit Maud and Steve Whitcomb at their ranch in Wind River Valley. Roan Taggart, the wrangler and ex-black ops soldier, has been dissolving some of her fear of being found once more by her stalker. Let’s drop in on an exclusive excerpt with them as they eat their meal at the employee house:

SCENE SET UP:
Maud and Steve Whitcomb, owners of the ranch, had been friends with Shiloh Gallagher’s family for decades. They have invited Shiloh to stay as long as she wants with them. Roan Taggart has just gotten writer Shiloh Gallagher assigned to the employee house. It has been two weeks since Shiloh moved in and shares the employee house with him. The wrangler’s other job is to more or less ‘babysit’ Shiloh. Reluctant about the assignment at first, as time goes on, Roan finds out more about her…

EXCERPT 3 RESISTING SHILOH….OR CAN HE?

“Later, as they sat at one another’s elbows, eating dinner at the employee house where they lived, Roan detected a subtle sense of happiness around Shiloh. Again, nothing obvious, but his operator’s senses told him that. “You said you were writing a chapter? On your latest book? The one that’s due to your editor’s desk?”

“Yes.” She shrugged. “I woke up this morning WANTING to write for the first time since coming here.” She met his gray gaze, seeing interest in them. Roan, she was discovering, missed nothing. He listened to her without ever interrupting her flow of thought. “First time.”

“Is this a good thing?” he wondered, adding more spoonfuls of whipped potatoes onto his plate.

“Sure is,” she sighed, giving him a look of relief. “I’ve had writer’s block for the last six months. I just haven’t felt the driving passion to write.” She added some green beans onto her plate. “Ever since the stalker came into my life, my writing has turned off.”

“Kind of expected?”

“I suppose,” Shiloh muttered. “It’s hurt me in so many ways, seen and unseen.”

“It’s what we in the military call psy ops or psychological warfare.”

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EXCLUSIVE GIFTS if you pre-order and they’ll show up in your email box a day before the release date!

AUDIO AVAILABLE AT:
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on 10.25.16

Kensington books: BEHIND THE SCENES FLASH GIVEAWAY!

October 21, 2016

Hi READERS!

WOW! Whatta a run up to Wind River Wrangler being released! Kensington is upping the ante (and giveaways)!!
Kensington has a terrific GIVEAWAY! They are going to give an early ARC to a lucky reader who signs up! Imagine, you’ll be getting the FIRST BOOK to read (and I hope, review it) before Wind River Rancher comes out in late December, 2016!!! Talk about an early Christmas gift for you! 😉

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Check out the Kchat video first!
http://kensingtonbooks.tumblr.com/bibliophilegrabbag
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Here’s the info and where to go to get it!
#KCHATS BEHIND THE SCENES FLASH GIVEAWAY!
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One winner will receive:
• GAINING VISIBILITY by Pamela Hearon
• ROOT, PETAL, THORN by Ella Joy Olsen
• WIND RIVER RANCHER (Early ARC!) by Lindsay McKenna
• SOME KIND OF MAGIC (Early ARC!) by Mary Ann Marlowe
• KILL WITHOUT SHAME (Early ARC!) by Alexandra Ivy
AN EXTRAORDINARY UNION ( EARLY SIGNED ARC!) by Alyssa Cole

And then….
http://kensingtonbooks.tumblr.com/bibliophilegrabbag

GOOD LUCK!!!!!