Tuesday, April 05, 2016

A Teaser from WIND RIDGE - #TeaserTuesday

Today's Teaser is from my latest release, Wind Ridge. Bekah McCauley is at the local feed store buying more plants for her garden--the garden that was just torn up by fox hounds ripping through while chasing a coyote. For the second time that day, she has an encounter with the infamous Collin Kramer...

“I don’t need your help, Mr. Kramer.”
“I didn’t say you did. I feel responsible.”
“Don’t you get it? I don’t want your help. I just want you to stay on your own side of the damn fence.”
“Stubborn woman.” The two words whooshed out of his pursed mouth. Collin swiveled toward Butch. “Baker, fix her up with whatever she needs and put it on my bill.” He turned to head for the exit.
Bekah stepped forward. “No. Don’t do it Butch.”
Collin whirled. “Do it.”
“No!” She faced him.
“I’ve already given the order.”
“And you’re so damned used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”
“That’s generally the way it works.” He inched closer.
“Well not this time.”
“Really?” Collin chuckled.
“And why is that?”
His tongue swiped across his lower lip and Bekah’s pulse quickened. “Because you’ve never had to deal with me before.”
Butch hooted from behind the counter. Collin glanced to him and then back to Bekah. In one swift motion, he grabbed both of Bekah’s shoulders. As he hauled her body into his, his lips descended, searing down on hers. Hot, steaming, smoldering liquid heat enveloped her mouth.
Well, shit! Bekah tensed up. Her hands shot up between their chests and she pushed with all her might, but his arms were wound too tightly around her. His tongue dipped between her lips. Testing, taunting… She felt like biting it, but her eyes closed involuntarily and she found herself returning the kiss as fervently as he gave it. Hot breath escaping, flesh mingling, lips tasting. Push-pull. A tug-of-war, a battle of wills, each trying to outdo or perhaps dominate the other.
Or prove a point. Butch whooped again from behind the counter.
Collin released her and took a step backward, steadying her. “And you, little lady, have never had to deal with me before.”

Rebekah McCauley is back home after ten long years of living and working in New York City. She
left the Big Apple under circumstances she’d rather not share with her family—not yet, anyway—and all she really wants is time to heal and recover from the mess she’d made of her life. Luckily, her grandparents’ Kentucky bluegrass farm, Wind Ridge, provides the safe haven she craves, and the solitude she needs to heal.

Collin Kramer, the fox hunter next door, seems determined to infiltrate that peace and quiet, and invade that safe haven—not only with his noisy hounds running amok over her land, but with his Alpha male, take-charge attitude running roughshod over her wounded heart. But as Bekah softens to Collin’s conquest, he realizes his own toughened heart needs mending.

And just when he thinks he has that conquered, as well, all hell breaks loose. Poisoned horses, gutted dogs, and a barn fire are only the beginning. When Bekah’s farmhouse burns to the ground too, they know someone means business. But who? And whose past, Bekah’s or Collin’s, has come back to haunt them?


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