Here's an excerpt from my new book, the Whisper of Dawn,
coming May 2014!
Wyoming Territory, Fall 1866
“I’ve come to say good-bye,” Annette announced solemnly. Her blue eyes were intense with purpose, though her knuckles were white where she gripped the pommel of the saddle.
The wind tugged at tendrils of blond hair that had
slipped free from her braid. She pushed them from her youthful face with a thoughtless gesture, eyeing the man before her as cautiously as if he were a maverick bull who could charge at any provocation.
His green eyes mocked her, but beneath his dark mustache,
his lips thinned with impatience.
“What are you talking about?” Ricky demanded, striding toward her and grasping the reins of her brown and white stallion.
“We can’t keep doing this, Ricky,” she’d explained in a voice trembling with grief.
“Oh, darlin’,” he’d crooned in his seductive southern drawl, releasing the reins to take her hand. “I wish there was another way for us to be together.” He lifted her hand to his lips. “Perhaps we can find a way.”
He looked up to meet her gaze, eyes burning with intensity as he declared, “Annette, you know I can’t live without you.”
“But Ricky, I can’t live like this!” she’d sobbed.
coming May 2014!
Wyoming Territory, Fall 1866
“I’ve come to say good-bye,” Annette announced solemnly. Her blue eyes were intense with purpose, though her knuckles were white where she gripped the pommel of the saddle.
The wind tugged at tendrils of blond hair that had
slipped free from her braid. She pushed them from her youthful face with a thoughtless gesture, eyeing the man before her as cautiously as if he were a maverick bull who could charge at any provocation.
His green eyes mocked her, but beneath his dark mustache,
his lips thinned with impatience.
“What are you talking about?” Ricky demanded, striding toward her and grasping the reins of her brown and white stallion.
“We can’t keep doing this, Ricky,” she’d explained in a voice trembling with grief.
“Oh, darlin’,” he’d crooned in his seductive southern drawl, releasing the reins to take her hand. “I wish there was another way for us to be together.” He lifted her hand to his lips. “Perhaps we can find a way.”
He looked up to meet her gaze, eyes burning with intensity as he declared, “Annette, you know I can’t live without you.”
“But Ricky, I can’t live like this!” she’d sobbed.
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