The Outlaws Are Saddling Up

 

In less than two weeks our fifth anthology GIVE ME A TEXAS OUTLAW will hit bookstores. This again features me with Jodi Thomas, Phyliss Miranda, and DeWanna Pace. The reviewer for Romantic Times called us a gang of writers and I just laughed, but I suppose that’s what we are. I hear we’ve robbed readers of precious sleep and stolen their desire for TV watching and housework. And so I guess a gang we are.

Sometimes a story comes along that simply begs to be written. My story called TROUBLE IN PETTICOATS falls in that category. These characters wouldn’t be denied. They kept at me until I wrote their adventurous tale.

Larissa Patrick’s father, a cattle baron, summons outlaw Johnny Bravo to the Four Spades Ranch after Larissa’s baby sister has been kidnapped. While Larissa questions her father’s tactics she knows Johnny is the best man for the job. The gunfighter is tough in a fight and won’t hesitate to get his hands dirty. He agrees to find the girl and bring her back, and dispense with the men who took her along the way. But, he insists on doing it alone.

Larissa sees red. It’s her baby sister and she’s going one way or the other. Paying no heed to her father or Johnny’s threats, she saddles up and rides out behind him. And so the story starts.

Together they brave a fierce Texas sandstorm, rattlesnakes, deadly heat, scarce water, and a hail of bullets.

Johnny Bravo is a man to reckon with-but getting the girl and Larissa safely home without losing his heart will take the discipline of a saint. And Johnny’s no saint….

Love so fierce it should be illegal… Fearless and irresistible, outlaws are the original bad boys. Now New York Times bestselling author Jodi Thomas, Linda Broday, Phyliss Miranda, and DeWanna Pace offer up four sexy and romantic stories for women who love men who know how to pack heat…

EXCERPT

Light from the full moon struck her face. He jerked in surprise.

Larissa!

His heart stilled. What on God’s green earth was she doing here?

When she raised her hand to knock, the spit dried in his mouth.  He had to stop her.  She could ruin everything on top of getting herself killed.

He sprang from his hiding place. Sprinting across the space between them, he grabbed her hand a second before it struck the weather-beaten door. A smothered scream left her throat as he quickly covered her mouth with his.

It was all he could think of to do. Not that he hadn’t wanted to kiss her. Tasting her had been on his mind from the second he’d met her in her daddy’s study.

Larissa Patrick was warm and pliable in his arms, her heartbeat next to his. He could feel it beating wildly through the layers of clothing. Her lavender scent ignited his senses, driving all sane thought from his brain.

What was meant only as a way to effectively silence her became something deeper, some fiery passion that threatened to burn him alive.

Johnny settled his lips firmly on hers and poured his heart and soul into the kiss. His tongue found her parted lips and swept inside to explore the wild honey sweetness of her.

He knew how a wild steer on locoweed felt like.

He knew that one taste of her would never be enough.

And he knew how deeply this woman was in his blood.

The book goes on sale July 1st. To read more about it visit our websites: www.LindaBroday.com www.JodiThomas.com www.PhylissMiranda.com www.DeWannaPaceonline.com

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Linda Broday Remembers Easter

Easter has always been a special time for me. Growing up I didn’t have an abundance of anything except love. No matter that we were poor as church mice, my sister and I always knew our parents loved us. That knowledge sustained us through a lot of lean years. The only time my sister and I got a new dress and shoes was at Easter. If we only had money enough to buy shoes, my  mother made our dresses. In fact, I can’t recall too many times when we had a store bought dress. Or an Easter basket. That cost too much.

Here’s a picture that was taken in the early 60’s of my dad, me, and my sister. I’m the one in the middle. We must’ve done very well that year because we’re sporting not only new dresses and shoes, but purses as well. And look at the flowers in our hair. My sister and I thought we were just the cat’s meow. So proud and happy.

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We’d get up early on Easter Sunday and get dressed in our finery. It was like Christmas morning. Mama would usually take our picture before we headed off to church. She’d have a roast in the oven that would be ready when we got back home. Those were wonderful times. I can close my eyes now and smell that roast cooking. My mother was an excellent cook and could make a meal on a little of anything.

I sure miss those times and my parents who have both passed on. They left so many warm memories. I hope you’re all making plenty of memories with your children. And I wish you all a very wonderful Easter.

Petticoats & Pistols