What am I excited to share with you? The news I received this month.
The third book of my Letters of Fate historical western romance series is a nominee for the RONE award.
What is the RONE award? Books that have been reviewed by the romance magazine inD’Tale and have received a rating of 4 or more is a nominee. These books are then put up on the InD’Tale website and fans vote for their favorite book. The two or three in each category with the most votes are then send to industry professionals who read the finalists and rate the books. The scores denote the winning books. Last year my mystery, Double Duplicity was a finalist and eventually a runner-up.
If you’ve read Brody: Letters of Fate and would like to vote for it, you can go here on the week of May 8th-14th.
Excerpt from Brody: Letters of Fate
Lilah hurried through helping Mrs. Fellowes with the dishes. She stood in her room, patting her hair. She’d combed lavender through her locks and was ready to meet Brody out on the front porch. After the meal, he’d asked her to meet him and they’d go for a walk.
She left her room and peeked in at the children. They were all snuggled in their beds, giggling. “Sleep tight, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Downstairs she started to say something to the judge, but noticed he was sleeping in the chair. Mrs. Fellowes glanced her way. She didn’t smile but there wasn’t any reprimand about staying out too long.
On the porch, she found Brody leaning against a post. He turned at the sound of the screen door opening.
He had caught her attention when she first met him, but now that he wore the cowboy hat, boots, and work pants, he took her breath away. She stopped an arm’s length from him and enjoyed the view. She sighed.
Brody held his arm out to her, and she slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow. It was still light. Though the heat of the sun lingered on the ground, the air was cooling.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, noting he walked up behind the house.
“Somewhere quiet where we won’t be disturbed.” He squeezed her hand against his body, causing heat to spread up her arm and swirl in her chest.
They strolled through the trees and skirted large boulders that had rolled down from the crown of rock on the top of the hill to their north. The sun cast a soft, end-of-the-day glow onto the hillside when he stopped.
He’d brought them to a small flat spot on the side of the hill where they could look down on the buildings and two of the hay meadows beyond.
“This is beautiful!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I’m going to like being courted.”
He lowered his head and their lips met. She’d thought of little else but kissing him again after his apology before supper. Now, on the hill all alone, they could kiss until they were both exhausted.
The angle of the kiss changed, his breath came in puffs against her cheek as his tongue slid across her lips as if tasting them. What did his mouth feel like? She followed his lead, parting her lips. Their tongues touched, and she opened her mouth in surprised. He didn’t retreat as she had done. The intimacy of part of him inside her, sent heat coursing to her area between her legs.
She clutched his shoulders as she squeezed her legs together trying to make sense of the throbbing. Her knees gave way. Brody pulled out of the kiss and helped ease her down to the ground. The warm soft bed of grass smelled earthy.
“Are you not feeling well?” he asked, lying beside her, his head propped on an arm.
She felt as if she had a fever. And all from his kisses. “I…my…” How did she tell him of the sensations she didn’t even understand?
He leaned close, kissing the tip of her nose, her cheek, her neck. Her eyes closed as he nuzzled her neck.
“You smell good. Like a flower.” His lips returned to her lips.
His body shifted closer. His arm wrapped around her middle, drawing her close. “Why are you so still?” he whispered in her ear.
Instead of wondering about the sensations, she decided to explore them. Rolling to her side, she faced him. Her breasts squashed against his chest, her lower body molded to his. There was a hardness that pressed against her throbbing mound. The sensation caused her already stimulated body to push closer.
A whimper escaped her as she wiggled closer and wished she could satisfy the ache.
“Oh, Lilah, don’t tempt me.” He captured her mouth with his. His tongue tangled with hers.
The arm under her, circled his neck, drawing them closer, holding him tight as he seduced her mouth. She grasped his hip with her other hand, pulling his lower body tighter against her. Her body rocked, rubbing the throbbing area against his hardness.
He shifted and she moaned, missing the contact. His lips drew away, and he leaned his forehead to hers.
“We can’t…” He drew in a long breath. “This will lead to…”
“You can’t leave me throbbing in my woman parts.” As soon as the words came out she wondered at the boldness of her tongue.
Brody chuckled and pulled her head to his chest. “I have the same problem.”
She shoved back. “You have woman parts?”
He laughed and kissed her, a quick peck on the lips. “No, my manhood is throbbing and about to burst.”
“Really?” She’d been on the ranch and knew the male put his part inside the female to make babies, but she’d never thought there were sensations before it happened that could be so frustrating and wonderful. “I never knew mating could be such a varied mix of sensations.”
Brody: Letters of Fate
Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.
A letter from a grandfather he’s never met has Brody Yates escorted across the country to work on a ranch rather than entering prison. But his arrival in Oregon proves prison may have been the lesser of two evils. A revenge driven criminal, the high desert, and his grandfather’s beautiful ward may prove more dangerous than anything he’s faced on the New York docks.
Lilah Wells is committed to helping others: the judge who’d taken her in years ago, the neighboring children, and the ranch residents, which now includes the judge’s handsome wayward grandson. And it all gets more complicated when her heart starts ruling her actions.