Thank you
for allowing me to post on your site. My clean, contemporary, romantic suspense book The Targeted Pawn releases from Soul Mate Publishing on
March 18, 2020.
Animals
and humans deserve hope at finding loving, forever homes. I first partnered
with my horse at his age of twenty-two, our kitty we estimated to be four, and
our pup who’d turned three. Elon Hardy, heroine in The Targeted
Pawn, is thirty-nine and facing a loveless, uncertain future. She’s
willing to take action to better the outcome, same as one of the horses in the
story. Keeper, a real life gelding, came to reside with a friend of mine in the
manner I depicted in the book. The story grew as a result of his determined
path to a safe haven, and I’d encourage readers to share their stories about
second chances. Happy trails, Sally
Elon Hardy’s romance skills are rusty after a
loveless marriage ends, but upon meeting hunky rancher, Rane Calderon, sparks
blaze hotter than her welding torch. To support her collegiate sons, she’s
determined to acquiesce to the bullheaded, female-phobic boss until her divorce
finalizes from her deceitful husband.
A woman Rane trusted ruined his life, and at
forty, he won’t be fooled again. Blisteringly mad he’s hired a female bearing a
man’s name, he fights attraction for the curvy, determined brunette while
thwarting efforts to build a private prison atop his Blackfeet ancestors’
burial ground.
Can Elon and Rane realize love doesn’t have a
“best used before date”? If you enjoy smoldering romance, mercenary villains,
and rescued animals, you’ll love escaping again to Emma Springs, Montana.
Excerpt
Elon smiled. Angel
needed an advocate. “Just tell me where to park my car
and oh…I, ah, have a dog.”
“Your car’s ok where it’s parked. Didn’t realize you brought
a guest,” he said, in a voice turned soft as suede.
The calm before the
storm? “Hadn’t planned to adopt a pet. A
jerk tossed her from a truck on the highway an hour ago.” She clenched her
fist. “I won’t abandon Angel. That’s what I named her.”
His boots scraped the
floor as he pulled them in. He rose to his full height. “Angel can bunk inside, or I’ll find her a temporary
doghouse.”
“I won’t let her bother you.”
“Dogs never do. If she needs kibbles, ask for Fred. He’ll
find someone headed to town.”
The man did have a heart. For the first time today, she smiled.
“Thank you. I’ll find something to feed her tonight,” Elon said.
Rane leaned over her,
close enough to show dark stubble on his perfectly sculpted jaw. The guy’s
black lashes appeared thick as paint brushes. His eyes glowed a deep shade of
russet.
Flutters swirled in her
belly. She blinked several times and leaned back.
With one fist braced on
the papers, his chest stiffened into a shield. “Animals
I trust, Ms. Hardy. Women are another story. A month’s trial, then we’ll talk.”
He straightened and walked out, leaving a trail of spice-scented annoyance.
The front door slammed
shut. Elon flinched. So much for the misconception of a kindly old rancher.
Nope. Her fortyish boss possessed the ability to morph into a hardened
commander with one scowl from his squint-eyed, condemning looks. How gracious
of him to give her a month’s trial run. The ugly divorce might take a year.
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More About the Author
Multi-award-winning author Sally Brandle weaves
slow-burning romance into edgy suspense stories. Sally left a career as an
industrial baking instructor to bring to life stories motivating readers to
trust their instincts. Her rescue Aussie is her companion during long spells of
writing or afternoons spent riding on the wind with her nearly thirty-year-old
Quarter Horse. Sign up for her newsletter at www.sallybrandle.com for freebies. The Hitman’s Mistake opens her Love
Thrives in Emma Springs series of stories (without intimate scenes). Torn By Vengeance, Book 2, continues
showcasing friendship, courageous women, and the men who deserve their love. The
Targeted Pawn, Book 3, features a second chance for a life filled with love
for humans and their furry friends. Connect with her here:
SMP
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