No
Cowboys No Angels
The
Mystery Angel Romances Book 1
by
Petie McCarty
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
Kellen
Brand's inheritance turns out to be a whopper—one dilapidated farm
in West Virginia and one guardian angel!
Since
Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside,
she vows to sell her farm and quick. Her handsome neighbor Luke
Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family's
secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a
town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and
Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than
once.
Unfortunately,
Kellen can't seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a
clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and
she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It's her only hope
of staying alive.
Unless
her mother really did leave her a guardian angel . .
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The frigid water closed in over Kellen, and she lashed out with both
arms to force her head above the surface for a desperate breath. Her hiking
boots would sign her death warrant. They already felt like concrete blocks. She
had only minutes, maybe seconds, to keep herself afloat. She thrashed again,
and this time her face barely cleared the water’s surface. She was ready and
screamed with all her might.
Icy water filled her eyes, and her arms stroked har to keep her mouth
above the water long enough to grab a precious lungful of air. She scissored
her legs to help her dwindling buoyancy, but the physical act was so difficult
with the boots on, her muscles screamed with the effort.
How many more times can I
get a breath? Two, maybe three?
Her arm muscles strained in revolt as she scissored her legs again.
She plummeted farther after each thrust, and her best effort barely pushed her
mouth and nose above the surface. She didn’t scream again. There was no one
around to hear, and she couldn’t spare the strength. Less than a minute had
passed since she’d hit the freezing water.
Downward she stroked her arms hard, but the heavy flannel shirt dragged
against the motion. She opened her eyes to see the surface, and at the peak of
her thrust, her lips were still underwater. She tried to scissor her legs, but
she had nothing left. She feared she would sink and flailed both arms upward.
Death hovered at her shoulder, near as the blackest of shadows beneath the
dock, tangible enough that she could reach out and touch the darkness. Another
stroke downward, and she jerked her head back, ready to grab a breath. She
could see a blurred shadow moving overhead. Hope buoyed her efforts to escape
from the frigid arms of the river drawing her down, and she forced her way to
the surface.
A huge hand plunged into the icy water and grabbed her right arm. Kellen
felt her body straining toward the surface. The second her mouth was exposed to
the air, she gasped for a breath. A cough wracked her frame and threatened the
tenuous hold of the mighty hand on her arm. She sunk back down, her eyes filled
with water, and her vision blurred. She knew she weighed a ton—with the soaked
clothing and boots—and panicked thinking the hand couldn’t hold on. Yet she was
dragged higher until another hand grabbed the back of her shirt, and her body careened
up and sideways onto the deck. The mighty hands released her, and she clutched
at the wooden planks to be sure she was far enough from the precipice to the
icy water. She heaved two successive gasps, and a hard sob wracked her frame.
Two strong arms tugged her upright. She blinked rapidly to clear her
blurred vision and saw Luke’s face, his dark eyes wide. Nothing had ever looked
so good to her in all her life. With another hard sob, she threw herself into
his arms and broke into tears. The brush with death shattered all her resolve
and kindled emotions buried in the deepest recesses of her heart.
He yanked her roughly to him and clutched her tight to his chest,
mumbling soothing words into her ear. His warmth seeped into her, and she clung
to him like her lifeline, digging her fingers into his back, unwilling to let
go and unable to stop crying.
“I almost d-drowned,” she stuttered, her face buried against his warm
and now soaked chest.
“Good Lord, I know,” he rumbled and crushed her even tighter against
him.
“If you had been a minute later,” she wheezed and tried to look up
at him.
“Don’t even think that!”
She flinched and leaned back. His gaze looked hard and unyielding.
“Just be glad I got here in time,” he whispered harshly, and his
eyes went black as onyx. He cupped her cheeks, lowered his mouth, and gently
brushed his lips against hers.
The sizzle of heat shot straight to her heart and warmed her from
the inside out. All she could manage was a nod. His kiss twisted all her wild
emotions into a spinning vortex, allowing her only to react without thought,
and she leaned in to kiss him again.
Petie
spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World -- "The
Most Magical Place on Earth" -- where she enjoyed working in the
land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales
by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She
eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her
stories full-time. These days Petie spends her time writing sequels
to her regency time travel series, Lords in Time, and her
cozy-mystery-with-a-dash-of-romantic-suspense series, the Mystery
Angel Romances.
Petie
shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel
addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure
named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.
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1 comment:
Thank you for the spotlight! It was very kind of you to host my Silver Dagger promo tour!
Best always, Petie
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