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DANGEROUS by Lindsay McKenna EXCERPT #1

May 1, 2018

Sometimes it is more dangerous to try and love someone who walked away from you than facing a firefight….

DANGEROUS by Lindsay McKenna
Book 10, Delos Series
Release: 5.14.18
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EXCERPT 1, Chapter 1

What the hell! Dan Malloy groaned in his sleep, his body covered in perspiration, the bedsheets twisted and caught between his lower legs. His breath came hard and fast. It felt as if his heart was going to rip out of his chest, the pounding so loud that it sounded like kettle drums pulsing in his ears. He heard the blades of the MH-47 Night Stalker he was flying. Heard the calm voice of his copilot, Lieutenant Andy Gantry, talking to the Special Forces A team hidden nearby in the inky darkness on a rocky slope in the Hindu Kush mountains. They had been out for nearly three weeks hunting HVTs, high-value targets.

The winds were erratic, trying to toss the bird around. His Nomex gloves were soaked as he gripped the cyclic and collective, his booted feet playing lightly on the rudders, trying to bring the helo in and not crash it.

His teeth ached, he was clenching them so tightly, his entire focus oriented to the green dials in front of him, trying to land safely to pick up the twelve-member team. The weather was stormy and quixotic, trying to throw Dan off course. Below, through his NVGs, he saw the chem lights tossed out by the A team to show him where to land. Sweat trickled down his temples. His nostrils flared as he smelled the kerosene used to power the MH-47. His only focus was landing this damned thing. Lightning flashed, blinding him momentarily.

Shit! Blinking, Dan halted his descent, trying to give his eyes time to adjust.

He knew that Taliban often camped for the night in nearby wadis that ran vertically up and down the rugged slopes of these mountains—and there was one within a thousand feet from where he needed to land. Dan wished for an Apache escort and an overhead drone right about now, but none had been available. A drone had infrared capability and would have been able to pick up the heat signature of anyone hiding nearby. The MH-47 had that same capability, but that instrument went belly up halfway to their assigned LZ, landing zone. Now, they were blind, and it bothered the hell out of him.

Dan mentally cursed, knowing that the inclement weather conditions would have torn the drone apart with the sixty-mile-an-hour wind gusts pummeling his helo, throwing it off course from landing, again and again. The storm was racing directly down at them—and it was a violent son-of-a-bitch. But Night Stalker pilots, the cream of Army aviation, were expected to fly through all weather conditions to pick up a black-ops group. These were brave men and women who got the job done, despite the challenges and potential life-and-death of their assigned mission.

His eyesight came back, and he began to breathe again, nudging his helo forward toward the landing zone once more. In the back of his mind, he knew if Taliban were camped in that nearby wadi that they could throw an RPG and AK-47 bullets at his bird. They would aim for the rotor assembly to stop the blades from turning. The MH-47 had two rotors, and one sat up near the pilot’s cabin, the other was near the rear of the helicopter. If either were hit by a bullet, they’d crash–and they’d all die.

Son-of-a-bitch. He’d been on hellacious missions before, but this one took the cake in his many years of experience. Thunderstorms would pop up at the most unexpected times simply because these dragon-toothed mountains made their own weather. Right now, he was at nine-thousand feet on a steep scree slope. The A team had found the levelest spot for them to land, but it was not level at all. They’d done the best they could, being hotly pursued by Taliban. Landing on a slope was perilous. It was possible, but with a thunderstorm looming over them, and the possibility of tangos in that nearby wadi, Dan knew they were trapped between a rock and a hard place. His chief gunner had the ramp down and was sitting behind the fifty-caliber machine gun, looking for the enemy.

Andy’s calm voice continued to give him directions and elevation. There was so much that could go wrong. His body was so tense Dan thought he might snap in half. His fingers ached, the perspiration making them slippery.

Come on…come on…

He focused again on the chem lights, tiny green dots on the black skin of the mountain slope. The wind gusts were powerful, and the bird shuddered violently. The engines changed and deepened, Andy played with the throttles between their seats, trying to give Dan the power he needed to neutralize the gusts.

Everything slowed down to movie frames for Dan as he eased his reluctant helo forward. Closer and closer, he inched the thumping, vibrating beast toward the LZ. Just let me get to it. Let me land without incident. His ears were keyed to the sound of the engines. The adrenaline raced through his bloodstream, heightening his clarity, making him aware of all sounds, smells, and sensations until his whole world became his senses. It gave him an edge. It allowed his hands to make the subtle moves on the instruments to get the bird on hard ground.

“Over LZ,” Andy reported calmly. “Ten feet…nine feet…eight feet…”

He couldn’t just swiftly plop the helicopter down. No, it had to go carefully, or he’d get into hover-out-of-ground effect, which meant the invisible cushion of air that the helo rode on, was suddenly gone. If that happened, the MH-47 would drop like a rock out of the sky.

“…seven feet…”

God, let me get this bird down. Let me get it down safely.

His hands ached, feeling like a raptor’s claws frozen around the instruments as he prayed to keep that cushion of air between them and the uneven, rugged ground. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision.

“…six feet…”

“…five feet…”

“…three feet…”

Dan felt the tires touch the slope.

At the same moment the bird touched down, a seventy-mile-an-hour gust slammed into the helicopter. Instantly, Dan felt the cant to his right, getting knocked over. His feet and hands acted in a blurred dance as he lifted the bird into the air, leaping skyward, trying to stop the blades from churning into the slope, shattering them into hundreds of razor-like pieces. He had no choice but to turn the helo, so the cockpit faced that wadi as he tried to grab ascending air coming up the slope to give him a lift instead of crashing.

Suddenly, the Plexiglas across the cockpit exploded inward. Thousands of small fragments rained down around Dan. He heard Andy give a squawk of surprise.

They were being attacked!

More bullets poured into the cockpit, singing past his helmet. He heard Andy scream. Heard sudden orders being roared to him by the A team on the ground.

And then, the fifty-caliber machine gun blasted through the darkened interior of the bird, hammering like pulses against Dan.

He took a huge risk, dropping the bird six feet. The helo slammed into the ground.

Dan groaned, the harness biting deeply into his shoulders as it hit the rocks. He saw the A team hidden nearby, firing their rifles in the direction of the wadi where the Taliban were attacking. He wanted to curse. There was no time!

The bird bounced up into the air. Dan used every skill he had to control the helicopter’s wobbling hop off the slope. Somehow—God only knew how—he got it back down on the earth, but it wasn’t where he was supposed to land.

More bullets snapped furiously through the cockpit.

Dan felt his right arm, the one holding the cyclic between his legs, go numb. When he tried to move it, there was no response. He felt warm blood pouring down his arm. Tried to force his limb to work. The helo was being brutally hammered with AK-47 fire.

Dan yelled at his two crewmen to egress. He swiftly shut down the engines, seeing Andy slumped to his left, his helmeted head resting on his chest, the harness still holding him in the seat. He needed to escape with Andy.

Suddenly, the whole night lit up with an RPG being fired. It missed the MH-47 by six feet, but the wall of fire raced toward the opened cockpit. Rocks sailed like missiles through the broken Plexiglas, striking Dan.

One moment, he was conscious. The next, his helmet was struck hard, snapping back his head against the seat, the force of it stunning him into semi-consciousness.

Stay tuned for the next excerpt!

BACK COVER COPY:
Sloan Kennedy and Dan Malloy met at Bagram and shared a passionate month-long affair. Their relationship was supposed to be no strings, but Sloan fell hard for the Night Stalker pilot. Things changed after the two were involved in a rescue mission that ended in the death of Dan’s co-pilot. Riddled with guilt over the accident and the loss of his friend, Dan walked away from Sloan and his military career.

Four years later, Dan is a pilot for Delos, flying team members to their various charities in Sudan. When chatter starts up that terrorists are targeting one of them, Dan is assigned a security escort from Artemis on his next mission. He is shocked when his bodyguard turns out to be the woman who has haunted his dreams for years — Sloan Kennedy.

Thrown together again, old feelings bubble to the surface, but danger is lurking nearby. Sloan and Dan will be lucky to walk away from this mission with their lives-and hearts-intact.


Sloan Kennedy was a badass and made no apologies for it.

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dangerous-lindsay-mckenna/1128209201?ean=2940159028648

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RELEASE DAY! Sanctuary by Lindsay McKenna

February 1, 2018

RELEASE DAY! Sanctuary by Lindsay McKenna
Book 8, Delos Series
Romantic Suspense

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Chapter 1 from Amazon:
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CONGRATULATIONS to all my readers who have impatiently waited for this ‘edge of your seat’ book!!! Happy reading!

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.

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

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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!

FACEBOOK PARTY for Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna 10.19.16! Come on down, pardoners!!

October 18, 2016

Hi all you cowboy loving readers!

Here’s a fun day for 10.19.16 – Wednesday, for you! Kensington Books is going to take over their FB page and give it to Wind River Wrangler!

Wind River Valley Facebook Party

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna is Book 1 of her new series:  Wind River Valley!  Pub. date: 10.25.16.  Pre-order now!

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna is Book 1 of her new series: Wind River Valley! Pub. date: 10.25.16. Pre-order now!

PRIZES! Yes! I am going to choose FIVE party going readers on that day, to receive a VERY special bookmark! We call it the “Mini-Roan Bookmark” because it embodies the hero, Roan Taggart! This is an EXCLUSIVE CONTEST for those who drop by! To enter? All you have to do is show up, place a comment on any post regarding Wind River Wrangler or Lindsay McKenna or her photos. Winners will be announced 10.20.16 on Kensington’s FB page and then I’ll send each of you that very much-in-demand bookmark. Then, you’ll have your very own mini-Roan to put where ever you want to share your day with him! Facebook has nothing to do with this contest.
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And …

Lots of surprises! Exclusive content from Wind River Wrangler ONLY to those who come on over and join our party to celebrate the release of my book! You won’t be sorry.

I have provided some photos, never seen in public before, of myself and about my background and why I love writing cowboy romances for you!

And…..

it’s not too late to PRE-ORDER Wrangler!! Why would you want to do that? OHHHHH, lots of GOOD REASONS!!! Read on….

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If you do? You will find EXCLUSIVE content that only pre-order readers will receive about my book and the characters! They will show up in your email box a day before the book is released on 10.25.16!!
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And….there more!!!!!

If that’s not enough for you above? Readers who are Apple/iBooks users? There’s a FREE, added bonus content CHAPTER available to you RIGHT NOW!!!! Run over and get that chapter! You won’t be sorry! It’s going to give you an insight into Roan Taggart, the hero, that no one else will receive!!! Claim jump this EXCLUSIVE OFFER right now!
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Amazon
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BN.com
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Kobo.com
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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF LINDSAY MCKENNA…A PEEK BEHIND THE CURTAIN OF AN AUTHOR’S LIFE…

October 13, 2016

Hey Readers!
Here’s a funny I want to share with all of you. I term it: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A WRITER. You don’t get peeks behind the curtain often on us, but this one is worth sharing ;-).

My husband, David, is a voracious readers. I called him in from his office to come and look at the memes you folks had created. He about had a heart attack, haha….here’s how it went:

“Dave, come and see the promo ads that Kensington just sent me.”

Grumble, grumble…..”I’m busy….”

“Well UNbusy yourself and get in here. I want to see what you think of the memes.”

He comes shuffling into my office, scowling and leans over my shoulder.

I click on the Johnstone/McKenna ad.

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“Oh, my GOD!” he spouted, his eyes bulging. “Are you serious?”

“About what?” I demanded, not understanding his out-of-character reaction. He’s staring at the screen, at that ad.

“I don’t believe it!” He jabs his finger at the screen. “Do you KNOW who this man is? William Johnstone?”

“He writes westerns and is a New York Times Best Selling author for Kensington,” I replied, not understanding his wild man reaction.

“No, no, you don’t understand,” and he straightens up, his hands flying all over the place.

“WHAT don’t I understand, Dave? God, it’s an ad. If you don’t like it, say so, okay?”

He stares at me like I’m an alien who has just landed from Mars. “You don’t know who he is? He’s only the most famous western writer in the world! I’ve read dozens of his books. They’re the best of all the western writers I read.”

I give him a bored look. “You never tell me what author or what story you’re reading. How can I know?” (He’s a scorpio….they keep EVERYTHING to themselves…).

He looked at the ad, utter amazement in his expression. “That—that’s REALLY something that Kensington has put YOUR BOOK next to a book by William Johnstone! They must really think a lot of you.”

“So? You like the ad?”

“Like it? I-I’m stunned. I mean, Johnstone is the best of all the western writers in THE WORLD!!! He writes about more than just cowboys, too. He writes about mountain men, different aspects of the West…” and his voice trails off in admiration for the author.

(Thought you Girls would like to see this little diatribe ;-))

And then, on to meme #2 with the description of Roan…Dave looks at that and says, “That’s great writing they did on that meme.”

I gave him a one-eyebrow raised look. “That’s MY writing from the book, Dave. MINE. Not theirs.” (Note: he doesn’t read my books so there you go….couldn’t tell my writing from anyone else’s).

“Oh!” and then he flushes and gets embarrassed. “Oh…well, the writing is really, really good.”

“Bet you thought William Johnstone wrote it, huh?” I couldn’t resist a jab.

He kind of gave me a silly-assed grin and mumbled, “Well, for a moment, I really did think it might have William Johnstone who had wrote that ad for your book.”

And so it goes…a woman author gets NO credit for her writing, haha. I patted Dave’s arm and said, “Okay, go away now.”

“I do like the memes.”

“Good, glad you do. See you at dinner….”

He shuffles off toward his office, hands in pocket, shaking his head (and I’m sure it’s still over the surprise of his beloved William Johnstone being on the same ad with one of my books). I’m still laughing about it, but I closed the door first so he couldn’t hear me giggling.

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LINKS:
Amazon
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BN.com
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FREE CHAPTER from Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna!!!

October 9, 2016

Hi all you lovely readers!

Those of you who have an iPad and get your ebooks from iBooks? Apple is giving away FREE, the first chapter of my new series, Wind River Valley!

Read it in iBooks Editions http://apple.co/2dofAjY

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Wind River Wrangler comes out 10.25.16, but this is an opportunity for your Apple readers to get a flying start on it!

I hope you enjoy it 😉
Warmly, Lindsay McKenna

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna — FREE sample chapter from iBooks/Apple and a yummy Excerpt for everyone else!

October 2, 2016

Hi Readers!!

I’ve got a FREE sample chapters, plus an excerpt from Wind River Valley, for you! If you’re an Apple guy or gal, iBooks is making a SAMPLE CHAPTER from my book available to you right now! So fire up your iPad and take advantage of this cool deal 😉 It’s FREE!
Just for you!

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna is Book 1 of her new series:  Wind River Valley!  Pub. date: 10.25.16.  Pre-order now!

Wind River Wrangler by Lindsay McKenna is Book 1 of her new series: Wind River Valley! Pub. date: 10.25.16. Pre-order now!

Sample Chapter from Wind River Valley Wrangler, Book 1 by Lindsay McKenna
Apple/iBook bonus content available

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/wind-river-wrangler-ibooks/id1088651303?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

and….for the rest of the readers who may not use the Apple platform, fear not! We have LOTS for you!

BONUS SCENE on Roan Taggart, from Wind River Wrangler!
Kensington Books/Zebra
10.25.16
Wind River Valley Series
Book 1
Roan is an ex-Special Forces soldier. He’s come to Wyoming, to the Wind River Ranch to get his life together.

Find out more about his Army black ops life!

http://sites.kensingtonbooks.com/WindRiverValley/

If you pre-order Book 1, you will get this scene a day before the actual date of publishing! I’m excited to work with the Mighty Girls of Kensington Books Media department to offer you this neat gift!
Sign up today!

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AUDIO available 10.26.16 from:
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