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RELEASE DAY! WIND RIVER LAWMAN by Lindsay McKenna

August 28, 2018

WIND RIVER LAWMAN by Lindsay McKenna
Book 6
Wind River Valley Series


The new novel from the bestselling author of Lone Rider.

Sometimes the war comes to you . . .

After serving as a Navy medic, Dawson Callahan is back in the States and ready to start over. Leaving his native Texas, he heads for the wide open spaces of Wyoming, where he finds work as a wrangler. True, he’ll mainly be wrangling chickens—and wrangling Sarah Carter’s granny, who’s still spry, but in need of a little caregiving. But ranch work is ranch work, and it’s hard to turn down a job offer from the beautiful Sheriff Carter—especially when she deputizes him as one of her lawmen.

Sarah loves her grandmother, but with her law enforcement career keeping her busy, they could both use some help from a strong, steady man. And policing Lincoln County has only gotten tougher since a merciless drug lord arrived in the area. When Sarah takes a bullet on the job, it’s Dawson who comes to her rescue—and though they both thought they left war behind in Afghanistan, they’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s theirs, even if it means facing down traumas they’ve buried for years. Because love isn’t for the faint of heart . . .

EXCERPT

June 2
Sarah’s eyes widened. There on her personal computer the next morning, was a resume for the ad she’d placed! She quickly scanned the email.

‘My name is Dawson Callaway. Enclosed is my resume’ for your job.’

She sat at her office chair in her own small home that was a block from the courthouse building where the Sheriff’s department was located. It was seven a.m. and she was due to go to work at eight a.m. The only thing good about being the sheriff is that she wasn’t on a shift schedule, which she hated, but had done for too many years earlier. Trying to quell her excitement, she opened up the file that said: RESUME’ on it.

Leaning down, looking at her Apple McIntosh laptop screen, she watched the resume’ open up. As she rapidly scanned it, her heart beat a little harder in her chest. This man was a Texas born ranch wrangler, thirty years old, single and had been in the US Navy as a combat corpsman for over ten years before his enlistment was up.

What were the chances? Sarah let out a soft sigh escape from between her lips, staring at the resume’, reading it again. Making sure she didn’t miss anything. This sounded too good to be true. Was it? In her business as Sheriff, she saw the dregs and the worst of society. Not the best. Without thinking, she touched the screen with her fingertips. Dawson Callaway sounded perfect for the job but she cautioned herself. First, when she got to work she’d run a thorough research on him via law enforcement channels. There was no way she wanted a felon or someone with a bad teen background, working with her dearly beloved grandmother. No way. That was first. Next, after ruthlessly researching his background for law breaking issues, Sarah would contact a friend she had at the Pentagon. He would get her the man’s DD-214 and that would fill in another huge blank about his entire military service, what kind of discharge he got, and if he had any issues within that time frame. People lied all the time. Or they told half truths or half lies, thinking it was all right. And it wasn’t. She wanted to know everything about this Texan (if indeed he had been born in Amarillo, Texas) before setting up a meeting with him to pursue the possibility of being hired as Gertie’s assistant.

She wished she had a photo of him. So, she ran a Google search on him and came up with nothing. That was strange. Most people nowadays had a social media account, and he had no Facebook page, not Twitter account…no…nothing. That raised a red flag up to a point. He was a US Navy medic, a combat trained one, assigned to a Marine Corps company. She was intimately familiar with the Corps because she’d joined at age 18 and left at age 22, but not before serving over in Afghanistan in Helmund Province, one of the most dangerous areas to have a deployment. Yes, every squad in a company had a Navy combat corpsman assigned to them. So that part fit and was accurate.

Sitting back, she wiped her face with her hands, feeling the weight and stress on her shoulders. Funny how she could let the stress in her Sheriff’s side slide off and it was much less troublesome, than family stress. Family was personal as it got and Sarah understood why it was taking a toll on her. She dearly loved Gertie. And she wanted to protect her and find someone who was damn near an angel in quality, mentality and very compassionate, to aid her. And she knew just how long the odds were of finding a man like that.

Her mind canted to the past, to the Navy corpsman in their squad. He was kind, quiet and listened a lot, but didn’t say much. Most of the ones she’d met in those years in the Corps, were all like that. They were someone you’d want at your side if you were bleeding out, knowing you were going to die. There was a streak of compassion in them, a humanity, that Sarah rarely found in anyone but the medical first responder world whether an EMT, paramedic or combat corpsman. There was no question that those in the medical service field were a certain personality type. She hoped with all her heart that Callaway possessed that same kind of personality, but she’d only find out if he passed the first series of rigorous searches. What did he look like? She was dying to find out because she had a knack for reading faces.

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UNFORGIVEN by Lindsay McKenna is now available!!!

August 25, 2018

A Marine who was very, very different from the rest of us…..
Warriors for the Light Book 1, UNFORGIVEN
PARANORMAL ROMANCE
REPRINTED August, 2018

Unforgiven by Lindsay McKenna

NOTE TO READERS: This 6-book series first was published under Harlequin Nocturne in 2006. If you have read these books already? DO NOT BUY AGAIN. They are the same story with no changes as the original. If you have not read this series? Then it is available in paperback (by 9.1.18) and ebook, right now. It is on all major platforms except Google.

BACK COVER COPY:
Plucked from the depths of hell, former military sniper Reno Manchahi was hired by the government to kill a thief, but he had a mission of his own. Descended from a family of shape-shifters, Reno vowed to get the revenge he’d thirsted for all these years. But his assignment went awry when his target turned out to be a powerful seductress, a woman who risked everything to fight a potent evil.

They had a combustible connection, yet he struggled to reveal the truth about himself–his Apache upbringing, his Jaguar pride, his death plot. Soon, Reno had to transform himself into a true hero, accept this new love and conquer the enemy that threatened them all. He had to become a Warrior for the Light….

CHAPTER 1 of Unforgiven by Lindsay McKenna

One shot…one kill. The sixteen pound sledge hammer came down with such fierce power that the granite boulder beneath, shattered instantly. A spray of glittering mica exploded into the air and sparkled momentarily around the man who wielded the tool as if it were a weapon. Sweat ran in rivulets down Reno Manchahi’s drawn, intense looking face. Naked from the waist up, the hot July sun beating down on his back, he hefted the sledge hammer skyward once more. Muscles in his thick forearms leaped and biceps bulged. Even his breath was focused on the boulder. In his mind’s eye, he pictured Army General Robert Hampton’s fleshy, arrogant fifty-year old features on the rock’s surface. Air exploded from between this thinned lips as he brought the avenging hammer downward. The boulder pulverized beneath his funneled hatred. One shot….one kill…..

Nostrils flaring, he inhaled the dank, humid heat and drew it deep into his massive lungs. The only way he felt alive was to picture Hampton on every rock face he destroyed. Revenge allowed Reno to endure his imprisonment at a US Navy brig near San Diego, California. Sweat soaked his shoulder length black hair. Droplets of sweat were flung in all directions as the crack of his sledge hammer claimed a third boulder victim. Mouth taut, Reno moved to the next boulder. The other prisoners in the stone yard gave him a wide birth. They always did. They instinctively felt his simmering hatred, the revenge that was palpable in his cinnamon colored eyes, was more than skin deep. And they whispered he was different.

Reno enjoyed being a loner for good reason. He came from a medicine family of shape shifters. The genes of his heritage was to be able to turn from human into a jaguar at will. But even with this secret and power had not protected him–or his family. What life did he have left? His wife, Ilona, and his three year old daughter, Sarah, were dead. Murdered by Army General Hampton in their former home on USMC base in Camp Pendleton, California. The lusting sonofabitch had stalked his Hungarian born wife while he was deployed to Afghanistan to hunt down Taliban. Bitterness thrummed through Reno as he savagely pushed the toe of his scarred leather boot against several smaller pieces of gray granite that were in his way. A massive black and white striated granite boulder stood in front of him. The prisoners, all military, knew he’d want the big ones. They were happy to give them to Manchahi. They wanted him to take his rage out on the rocks–not on them. Everyone avoided him because he was ‘different’.

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RELEASE DAY on Lone Rider by Lindsay McKenna!

March 28, 2018

Hi Readers!

at last! RELEASE DAY for Lone Rider!
RELEASE DAY for Lone Rider by Lindsay McKenna!

At last, Book 5 of the Wind River Valley series is available in ebook and paperback! Audio, too!

Here is the Publisher’s Weekly review on it!

Available on all platforms!

I hope you enjoy reading Tara and Harper!

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Happy READING! Or Listening! 😉

BOXCAR CHRISTMAS by Lindsay McKenna! The “story behind the story”

November 30, 2017

Hi READERS!
First off, Happy Holidays!!!
Many of my readers always ask me: “Where did you get that idea?” Well, most of my “ideas” come from real life….read on!

I’m working on BOXCAR CHRISTMAS, my next Delos Holiday story. Last year I tried SNOWFLAKE’S GIFT and it was a huge seller. Everyone loved it and so I thought I’d try it again.


I realize the title is odd, but as you know me by now, there IS a story behind it. 😉

THE STORY:
One train car. Two lost souls. Five adorable puppies.
Travis Ramsey is back in Hamilton, Montana, after 10 years serving as a Delta Force operator in Afghanistan. Now responsible for his dad’s fishing guide business, Travis has to deal with his increasingly distant and difficult father, and guilt over his brother’s death. His life takes a turn for the better when he meets Army vet Jesse Myers. Jesse is taken with his grandparent’s quirky boxcar cabin and wants to rent it. Taken by her beauty—and the familiar haunted look in her eyes—he makes her a deal. He will rent the boxcar to her for free in return for her help in making renovations.

Working on the train car, Travis and Jesse grow closer. But when Jesse rescues a desperate Border Collie and her five adorable puppies, something unexpected happens. A Christmas miracle neither saw coming.

THE “REST” OF THE STORY!!!
Most of you know I moved 22 times in the first 18 years of my life in 7 different Western USA states. My father moved us about every 9 months and he was 1/4 Eastern Cherokee. Maybe he got the ‘seasons change gene’ and that’s why. Anyway, one of the places we moved to was Blackfoot, Idaho. We were very poor and there was a red caboose train car (it’s carriage had been taken off and it set on a concrete slab) was for rent. Can you imagine 6 people living in there? The caboose was probably about 400 sq.ft. and so, it was a “tiny house” long before the word was coined.

We lived there for 9 months. I loved it. We all learned to move like water around rocks (the parents) in the caboose and it worked well. It was a 10 foot by 40 foot caboose–and you might say it was a “tiny house” long before this word was coined! I loved going out at dusk because we’d get Nighthawks in huge swarms of 15 or 20 in each. The caboose was near red raspberry patch, so we got to eat our fill and get pies made by Mom, when they came into season.

For years I’ve wanted to write about a red caboose, a boxcar on the trains that was at the tail end of the line. Nowadays, there is NO caboose any more. But I wanted to wax nostalgic over that wonderfully happy time in my life. In a caboose I felt safe, like a pair of arms were around all of us. I truly liked the boxcar life.

Now that you know what’s “behind” this story, I hope it will enhance a wonderful story with a heart warming ending. And if you like dogs and puppies? You’ll be in 7th heaven 😉

Go here for more info…
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EBOOK and PAPERBACK and Audio!
It is now on pre-order and it will be available by ebook on all platforms, except Google. And a few days after it publishes (1.1.2018), the paperback will become available for those of you who like a “real” book in their hands ;-). Tantor Media will be putting out an audio version of this wonderful Christmas story. Go to Amazon.com to check for it in January 2018!)
Has any of you “out there” in FB land ever lived in a boxcar?
I LOVE riding on trains, and I’m sure it came from my experience with our red caboose in Blackfoot, Idaho!

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

September 26, 2017

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

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


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

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

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

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Kassie’s Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna

Kassie’s Cowboy by Lindsay McKenna

Christmas with my Cowboy anthology

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn.

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

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

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

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

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

He yanked open the door. It grudgingly gave way.

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

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

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

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

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RELEASE DAY! TAKING A CHANCE by Lindsay McKenna! Excerpts! Contest!

August 1, 2017

Hi Readers!

It’s RELEASE DAY! If you have read TRAPPED, Book 7, Delos Series, you met Ali Montero and Ram Torres: Could two enemies lay their challenging past aside and allow their hearts to connect?

 
Ram Torres helped prickly, but beautiful, Ali Montero rescue her sister from kidnappers. Thrown together on the dangerous mission Ali got a glimpse of the man behind the ice-cold mask he presented to the world. Now back home in Arizona, Ali’s sister Cara is terrified of being taken again, and can only be calmed by Ram’s promise to stay nearby while she recovers. Forced into close contact, Ali notices the way Ram fits in with her tightknit family, and the longing in his eyes. But before they can pursue something deeper, Ram is called back to work across the country. Has Ali lost her chance or is she strong enough to risk it all to be with Ram?

You will find out in TAKING A CHANCE, sequel to TRAPPED!
It is available in Ebook, and in about 5 days, paperback!

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DREAM OF ME by Lindsay McKenna CONTEST!! EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!!!

May 20, 2017

Hi Readers! It’s almost release day for Dream of Me by Lindsay McKenna!!!

DREAM OF ME, 4B1, is a Delos series novella and Sequel to BROKEN DREAMS, Book 4. Alexa Culver is the fraternal twin to her older brother, Matt. She was an Air Force A-10 combat pilot for three tours in Afghanistan. On her last deployment she met shy but sincere Marine Corps Sergeant Gage Hunter, who is a sniper. He too, is based at Bagram Army base outside of Kabul. They are a most unlikely couple to fall in love, but perhaps it is their different world experience that is the glue that binds them.

They have worked through Alexa being captured along with many other charity women at a village, and having to be rescued by Gage and US Navy SEALs. This is a follow-up novella on where they stand with one another now that they are out of military. Alexa works at Artemis Security and so does Gage. Each has different wounds that aren’t entirely healed. Especially in Alexa, who had been kidnapped to become a sex slave to a millionaire in Pakistan. Gage is a hero in her eyes like no other man. He has the patience and love of her to deal with her sometimes awkward moments when PTSD flashbacks of her captivity hits her.

Alexa loves Gage fiercely and knows she still has issues to work through, grateful that he stands by her. When she goes to Paris, France, to attend a Human Rights conference, no one expects what is about to happen. Alexa’s family, part Greek, Turkish and American, has made powerful, rich enemies. Their world is suddenly upended once again. And Gage isn’t sure they can mend the bridges once again between them after this latest attack on Alexa. Can their love survive?

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Dream of Me by Lindsay McKenna

Valdrin Rasari took one last look in the mirror of the Fontainebleau Hotel, only blocks from the famed Eiffel Tower. Tonight he was going to kidnap one of the Culver family’s grown children: Alexa Culver. He smiled coldly into the full-length gold framed mirror. His mouth curved even more at the irony that he, one of the major sex traffickers in the world, would be a wolf in sheep’s clothing at this conference on sex slavery. He could easily travel the world in disguise with forged passports. Right now, fifty countries had him on their no-fly list. Only third world countries were open to him buying the best children from parents who were starving. “Sell me your child, and you will live to put food on the table for a year for the rest of your family. It’s a good trade.”

This evening at the cocktail party in the huge chandelier ballroom downstairs, no one would recognize him. At six feet tall, muscular without being muscle-bound, he would carry a cane, under the guise of Dr. Analius Revig from the University of Oslo. His injury was from a “skiing accident” in his twenties, of course. Today, his short black hair was dyed gray, and his square-jawed face now sported a sporty gray mustache. His brown eyes had blue contacts over them, covered further by a pair of fashionable wire-rim glasses. After all, he was pretending to be a sixty-five-year-old man . . .

Since his alter ego was a professor, he dressed in a fashionable brown wool sport coat and black wool trousers. Under the elegant coat, he wore a white cotton shirt that had been ironed to perfection; it gave him a professorial look. He wore a black bow tie that was in keeping with the look he desired.

He was looking forward to prowling the huge gathering, eavesdropping, and seeing who was there. Valdrin took great enjoyment in being undercover. He spoke six different languages, Norwegian being one of them. Placing his old leather wallet into his coat pocket and his passport in an inner pocket, he adopted the proper slump and slight lean to the right, his cane in his left hand. Fortunately, he had one of those nondescript faces that no one would ever recognize. In fact, he had destroyed any photos of himself for the last thirty of his forty-five years on this earth. No one really knew who the monstrous Rasari was or what he looked like, even while he was on every country’s radar.

He left his bodyguards behind, a door between the sumptuous rooms. They were handlers from the compound who also looked nondescript, nothing like the usual hulking guards. He smiled, ruffling his hair so it looked like an older person’s hair. Perfecting his slump to the right and engaging a proper limp, he walked around the huge suite until he felt comfortable with his disguise. His target? None other than Alexa Culver who was attending. The pleasure of revenge filled him. By the end of the night she would be lured into his suite, drugged, and then become his personal sex slave. And then her loving family would suffer equally as much, never knowing what happened, where she was and that she would never return home.

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HAVE YOU PICKED UP MY LATEST WIND RIVER VALLEY SERIES BOOK? WIND RIVER COWBOY!

An unexpected reunion . . .

Kira Duval was part of a Special Forces team that got caught in an ambush—leaving only two wounded survivors: herself and Weapons Sergeant Garret Fleming. Losing her team was traumatic, and in the chaotic aftermath, as the Army moved them from hospital to hospital, she lost Garret too. But she never lost her secret yearning for him.

Finally, she gave up trying to track him down back in the States. But as she settles in at the Bar C cattle ranch in Wyoming, a place where veterans can find a home and a place to heal, she’s introduced to her sandy-haired, hazel-eyed housemate: none other than Garret Fleming.

They’re a long way from Afghanistan—and a long way from the people they used to be before tragedy changed their lives. But as Kira earns her keep by caregiving for the ranch owner’s bedridden, alcoholic father—a task that sometimes feels more challenging than any black ops mission—she finds that even in peacetime Garret still has her back, and that in this warm, welcoming place, the passion she resisted in the heat of battle may finally have a chance to flouish.

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May 8, 2017

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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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Kobo.com
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