I’ve got a novella releasing January 2nd written with fellow filly Karen Witemeyer, as well as Melissa Jagears and Regina Jennings.
Mine is based on two little kids from the Trouble in Texas series…all grown up. Mine is titled The Tangled Ties that Bind
Today, I’m giving away a copy of the novella collection and giving you a glimpse of the beginning of the big reunion because Connor Kincaid…the son of wild man Seth Kincaid from Over the Edge…Seth also makes a brief appearance in the conclusion of Too Far Down.
And Maggie Kincaid, the daughter of Ethan Kincaid. Connor and Maggie were raised as cousins but Ethan’s wife Audra had two little ones when she came into the marriage so Connor and Maggie suddenly are having very uncousin-ly thoughts about each other.
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In fact Connor sees his whole life, orderly and laid out, until Maggie blows up his world.Here is an Excerpt from The Tangled Ties that Bind...my novella contained in Hearts Entwined.
Releasing January 2018
Connor Kincaid heard a strange, unnatural rasp, then a twig snap. He drew, cocked and aimed his gun between one heartbeat and the next.
“Who’s there?” A woman called out. Was a woman skulking around in the woods? “Be careful.” A short scream stopped her from further talking.
“Be careful of what?”
A deep snort, or more of a woof maybe, sounded from the deep woods that lined the crooked, steep trail. Then something else. He saw through the thick leaves and branches on a skinny oak tree shook like they were caught in a cyclone.
The woman shrieked again when she oughta be answering his questions.
Connor had lived in the Wild West all his life. Born in Texas, raised in Colorado, then a few years back in Texas getting to know Uncle Luke. He was twenty now and not much surprised him anymore.
For all he’d seen, he’d never before seen a cyclone that focused on one tree.
The forest was so dense he didn’t try and ride in. He dismounted, still waiting for an answer about what to be careful of.
Whatever was going on, it seemed the woman had her hands full.
He ground hitched his horse, just in case the gray needed to make a run for it, from whatever was snorting in there. It was a noise he’d never heard before, the snort could be a lot of critters. And there was some raspy sound repeating over and over.
The ground was thick with centuries of broken trees, woven solid by scrub brush and stunted pines. Bigger trees grew tight enough they formed a solid mass overhead that filtered out nearly all of the sunlight.
He picked his way into the forest, wound past a couple of trees, then came face to face with a buffalo, so close Connor could have reached out and tugged a horn.
The huge cow was scratching her backside against a tree, which explained the cyclone. Then she spotted him and snorted hot breath and buffalo spit in Connor’s face.
Another scream. The buffalo swung its massive head at Connor, who threw himself backward. He crashed into a tree so he didn’t get that far back. The horns barely missed.
“Climb!” The screaming cut through his panic. He looked overhead at a branch about three feet past his arm reach. He leapt, grabbed the limb, which dipped under his weight. He swung his feet up. A slashing horn caught his left foot and ripped the boot off.
The blow almost knocked Connor out of the tree. The bark scraped both hands and he banged his head against the bottom of the limb. But he had the grit to hang on. His legs still dangled. Connor swung them up with all his might, and wrapped them around the tree.
The buffalo butted its head up, missed him with the horns, but cracked into Connor’s back. It sent him flying, except he clung to the branch and the painful whack flipped him over the limb. Now he was on top of it and out of the buffalo’s reach.
He grabbed a branch above him and stood, finally able to quit fighting for his life—which gave him time to ache in every muscle and joint. He looked down, between the toe of one boot and the sock on his other foot. The cow looked up. She had Connor’s Stetson on one horn. The lousy hat-thief.
The cow wasn’t that far below. Connor crouched, made a swipe and grabbed his hat. She slashed at him with her horns and nearly snagged his arm. He decided he wouldn’t be so brave trying to fetch his boot.
He climbed one limb higher and decided he’d survive unless this buff was tougher than the oak tree. The tree was as skinny as the one that’d been shaking before—so he wasn’t exactly counting on it.
He plunked his hat on his head with hands he just noticed were shaking.
Then he heard, “I told you to be careful.”
He lifted his head and looked straight into a pair of pale blue eyes…ripe with irritation—and maybe some panic.
“Connor!” A bright smile bloomed on her face. “Welcome home.”
It was Maggie and she sure had changed. Great Land of Milk and Honey, Maggie, cute little dandelion fluff Maggie, had grown up. That’s what she’d always made him think of. An undersized skinny little stick of a body and a head of fine white hair that was always wild with a breeze or static or stirred up by her bonnet when she took it off.
Now she’d grown all the way up, into the most beautiful woman that could possibly walk the earth or, in this case, walk the tree limbs.
“She’s had me treed for almost an hour.”
Connor grinned. “Next time don’t yell, ‘be careful’ instead yell ‘be careful of the buffalo.’ Things might’ve ended different.”
The buff poked her head past the stand of trees lining the trail. She bellowed mighty loud.
Hoof beats pounded away. “And there goes my horse.” That was all this mess needed. “Now I’ve got to walk this mountain trail another ten miles to Ethan’s house.”
“Assuming we ever get down from here.”
He glared at the little pessimist, then perked up. “Unless you have a horse.”
He wouldn’t mind riding double with her.
“My horse ran off just like yours and for the same reason. It’s almost certain my horse will go home. I honestly expect Pa here any second.”
Pa was Ethan Kincaid. Uncle Ethan coming was a fine thing.
“He’ll be hunting me. [but no one expected you home after all these years]”
Connor frowned. “I should have let you all know I was coming.”
“You most certainly should have.” Maggie sniffed.
He’d missed her like crazy.
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Four top historical romance novelists team up in this new collection to offer stories of love and romance with a twist of humor. In Karen Witemeyer’s “The Love Knot,” Claire Nevin gets the surprise of her life awaiting her sister’s arrival by train. Mary Connealy’s “The Tangled Ties That Bind” offers the story of two former best friends who are reunited while escaping a stampede. Regina Jennings offers “Bound and Determined,” where a most unusual trip across barren Oklahoma plains is filled with adventure, romance, and . . . camels? And Melissa Jagears’ “Tied and True” entertains with a tale of two hearts from different social classes who become entwined at a cotton thread factory.
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