Unlike the heroine of my new book, KISSED BY THE OUTLAW, I’m no newbie to hiking. I’ve been hitting various mountain trails for nearly ten years now. Not bad for a girl who grew up in the city, huh? Well, like Kelly Long, the heroine (another city girl), I’m a bit too girly-girl to rough it for days and days out there in the wilderness. Like, you know, serious hikers. This hiker wants to hike for a few hours, be out in nature, then come home to a warm shower and a hot bowl of homemade beef vegetable soup.
But it was on one of those occasions, while I and my little dog were resting on the way up a mountain trail, that I noticed a less-traveled path to the side and thought, “Wouldn’t it be cool if that led to another dimension? Some other place and time?”
And how much more exciting would it be if a woman, new to hiking, slipped through that portal and found herself on the other side of the country, back to the Wild West of the 1870s? Even better, what if she came face-to-face with a wild-eyed, rugged, Alpha male cowboy? A cowboy who also happens to be a reformed outlaw. Kelly may have stumbled unwittingly into his world, but it’s up to Jess McSwain to keep her out of trouble—and to win the lady’s heart.
Hiking leads Kelly straight into the arms of a handsome cowboy. Tell me that doesn’t beat a shower and soup! Now would you like a little taste? For an excerpt, visit my blog http://kirabarcelo.blogspot.com/2015/02/excerpt-from-kissed-by-outlaw.html. You can get your copy of KISSED BY THE OUTLAW at www.blushingbooks.com, http://www.amazon.com/Kissed-Outlaw-Kira-Barcelo-ebook/dp/B00U00XTAI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1425952707&sr=8-1&keywords=kira+barcelo and http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kissed-by-the-outlaw-kira-barcelo/1121277030?ean=2940151629829.
Happy (Romantic Time Travel) Trails!
Kissed by the Outlaw
Determined to go on with her life following her divorce–and lose eight pounds while she’s at it– Kelly Long set off to hike up a North Carolina mountain with her dog, Mimi. The very last thing she expected to find in those woods was a portal, a doorway to another time and place, which transported her, toy poodle and all, back to 1871 Wyoming. Back to the Wild West, with cowboys, horses, and wagons– and unfortunately for Kelly, a time when men weren’t shy about spanking a misbehaving wife.
Jess McSwain, formerly of the infamous McSwain Brothers, didn’t know what to make of his “future girl.” For the past few years, the former outlaw had been doing his best to leave his past behind, in favor of a quiet life as a farmer. But life with Kelly was anything but quiet. The career woman struggling to find the portal that would take her back to the only life she’d known, consistently finds herself over McSwain’s knee. She also finds herself in his arms… which feels more like home than any place she’s ever known.
Kelly tried to look away but couldn’t. It was as if her feet were bolted in place and she couldn’t budge. She stared on, the tip of her tongue darting out and moistening her lips.
No. No, no, no, she told herself. You are not getting turned on by that. No way!
What was this place? What was going on? Why were they dressed that way?
Another question came at her from behind—and spoken in a deep, masculine voice.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Kelly cried out and turned on her heel, clutching Mimi tighter to her chest. She could actually hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stared up into the face of a tall, imposing man glaring back down at her. Clear blue eyes, like turquoise ice, commanded her gaze from under the brim of a black hat. He wore black pants and a brown, button-down vest over a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular forearms.
“Nothing! I’m—I’m lost!” she choked out the words. She was on the verge of tears.
“Lost? What’s a woman like you doing out here by yourself in the first place?” He sneered. “Besides trespassing. And not minding your own business.”
Though afraid, she took offense. “I’m not trespassing. I told you, I’m lost! But fine. I don’t need your help!”
She pushed past him. His look of surprise gave her a pitiful sliver of satisfaction.
“Come on back here, woman!” the stranger bellowed after her.
“Not on your life, cowboy!” She mumbled those words under her breath as she ran, still holding onto Mimi tightly. That was what he looked like, too. Come to think of it, so did the man turning that poor woman’s bottom twenty shades of red.
Cowboys. Those men were cowboys.
Where am I, Kelly wondered.
Seconds later, running wildly through the woods, she collided with a limb that she’d failed to see after glancing back at the man in black, who was pursuing her. She saw stars—or maybe it was those deceptive lights once again—before she fell to the ground in one unceremonious, and certainly unconscious, heap.