Monday, November 18, 2019

INTERVIEW WITH P.L. BLAIR (A Plague of Leprechauns)




It's a busy day here at Supernatural Central, but not too busy to take time to chat with author P.L. Blair who is here to talk about the release of the sixth installment in the series A Plague of LeprechaunsWelcome!
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

PLB: In fact, there are two main characters – Kat Morales and her lifemate, Tevis MacLeod. Kat is a human, Tevis an elf, and the two were partners on the Corpus Christi, Texas, police force before they became lifemates.
The premise of my Portals books is that our mundane Earth has a twin – a world that exists in the Realms of Magic. The gateways between the two worlds – the Portals – were once open, allowing all the denizens of the Realms – elves, wizards, pixies, etc. - access to the human world, which is why we have these legends about them. Then wizards closed the Portals - until four or five years before the events of “Leprechauns,” when the Portals opened again, allowing beings from the Realms to once more access the human world.

Kat and Tevis are part of a team organized by the wizard Arvandus to solve crimes committed through the use of magic. They’re intensely devoted to each other, and they have a strong sense of justice. Tevis is the son of an elven “Laird,” though he isn’t his father’s direct heir, and he likes it that way. He likes the humans’ world and has adapted to its changes fairly easily.
Kat, when she thinks about it, can still find herself amazed that Tevis fell in love with her, choosing her over much more beautiful elven women (though Tevis’ rejoinder is that Kat has a beautiful soul – which is what matters to him). She was a cop for years before the Portals opened and she met Tevis, and though she can be a little daunted by the magical abilities of Tevis and the rest of Arvandus’ team, she still pulls her own weight with the team and insists on being in on the action.

SC: Sounds like they have their hands full. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
PLB: I do believe in the paranormal. Many years ago, when I was a pre-teen, a person I cared about very much disappeared. To this day, I don’t know for certain what happened to her. But at the time, my family was living in an upstairs apartment – straight vertical walls in front, no way to reach the front windows. Yet one morning not long after this individual disappeared, I wandered into the living room, and on one of the windows was a set of handprints, like someone had dipped their hands in flour and pressed them against the window. Mother had been outside watering her flowers, and she came in about then – and saw the handprints. So I knew they weren’t just my imagination.

The interesting thing was, the person who had disappeared – when she was a child – had broken one of her fingers, and the break healed with a little crook in that finger. The finger on that handprint on the window was crooked in exactly the same place. Mother and I stared at the handprints and over time, maybe half an hour, maybe not quite that long, they slowly faded away, leaving no trace that they’d ever been there.
SC: That is really intriguing. Thanks for sharing it with us.  What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

PLB: I’ve just started working on “Chaos Stone,” Book 7 in my Portals series. I don’t know much about the book myself at this point – I’m a seat-of-the-pants writer, getting clues from my characters as I go along. All I know at this point is that there once was an ancient stone, imbued with magic so powerful that wizards broke it into fragments and scattered the pieces so they couldn’t be reassembled. Then, before they retreated into the Realms and closed the Portals for the first time, they left at least some of the pieces in the human world, knowing that the magic still in those fragments would fade away without the magic of the Realms to affect them.
Only now, with the Portals open, the magic in those fragments is starting to reawaken, and someone is searching for them ...

SC: Terrific! Thanks for chatting with us. Let's take a look at your novel now.
A Plague of Leprechauns
Portals
Book Six
P.L. Blair

Name of series and book number in series:

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Detective

Publisher: Studio See
Date of Publication: 2019
ASIN: B07YRZZ2CV

Number of pages: 244
Word Count: 87,146

Cover Artist: Pam See

Book Description:

Someone has found a way to steal gold from a Leprechaun – leaving a trail of bodies across Corpus Christi, Texas.

It’s up to Kat Morales and her elf partner, Tevis McLeod, to find the thief, stop the killings, restore the gold to its rightful owner – while keeping themselves from becoming victims to murder and the curse of a Leprechaun’s gold.



Excerpt:
            Harry Anderson stared at the object on the countertop. Frowned. Lifted the frown to the kid on the other side of the counter. “You're prankin' me, right? Freakin' puttin' me on! A bag? You want me to give you money for a freakin' bag?”
            “Not ... money.” The kid stared into Harry's face. He looked eighteen, might've been in his twenties. Early twenties. Probably been smoking, shooting, snorting since he was ten or eleven.
            Harry stared back. In the old days, he would've been suspicious as hell, some kid coming into his place wanting goods. It was the kind of thing that had sting written all over it.
            But this was now, and Harry had paid a Practitioner plenty to set wardings all over the place to go off – silently, something only Harry could hear – when a cop entered. Even a cop gone undercover. This kid wasn't a cop. And …
            A bag?
            Still ... never hurt to be cautious. “I run a pawn shop, kid. Money's all I got, unless you're lookin' to trade for somethin' else I got around here.” The sweep of his hand included the jewelry and watches in his cases, old guitars hanging from the walls, bicycles, lawn mowers ... junk. “And that bag ain't gonna get you anything.”
            “I got friends who say you have stuff you reserve for ... uh ...” the kid leaned forward, lowered his voice, “special customers.”
            “Friends,” Harry echoed. Oh hell, this was getting good! What'd the kid want? Weed? Crack? Cherry? Maybe cherry – yeah. Some of that new stuff finding its way from the other side of the Portals.
            “They say you sell Dust,” the kid whispered.
            “Dust.” Harry blinked at him. “Pixie Dust? You ever used that stuff?”
            The kid shook his head. “But my friends say it's awesome!”
            “Yeah,” Harry agreed drily. “And awesome-damned expensive. You know what that bag's worth, kid? Zip. Zero. Nada.”
            “It's a Magic bag.”
            The pawn shop owner grinned. “Yeah, right.” He gave the bag another look: nine, ten inches long, a little wider than his hand, made of some kind of velvety-looking material – dark blue. Tied with a silvery-blue cord. Pretty thing – yeah; he'd go with that.
            But ... magic?
            “I'll show you.” The kid snatched the bag off the counter, shoved his hand inside.
            And kept shoving: into the bag past his wrist ... his elbow ... up his arm nearly to his skinny shoulder.
            He extracted his hand, dropped the bag on the counter. Dropped another object on the counter beside it: a coin. About the size of a nickel. Harry blinked at the kid, picked up the coin. It didn't look like any coin he'd ever seen – somebody's face on one side, odd markings on both sides. The metal the coin was made of ... Harry gave it the bite test.
            Gold.
            Some part of him had already known it would be. He gave the kid another look – hard, eyes narrow. He held the coin between thumb and forefinger. “Where the hell did you get this?”
            The kid flicked a hand at the bag. “See for yourself.”
            “Stick my hand in there.” Harry stared at him.
            The kid made a face, and stuck his own hand in again. When the hand emerged, it overflowed with coins. Gold coins. Just like the one he'd pulled out the first time.
            The world did a sideways slip under Harry's feet. Old memories stirring ... He pushed them down. Picked up the bag, shook it. Nothing. Turned it upside down. Nothing. How the hell ... He glowered at the kid; if this was some kind of trick ... This was January, either way too hell early or way too late for Halloween, and Harry took a dim view of pranksters. He thrust his hand into the bag.
            He couldn't feel the bottom. Nothing. Empty space. He jerked his hand out again.
            The kid gave him a nervous grin. “Yeah, I did that too,” he said. “The first time.”
            First time? How many times had the kid dipped into this thing? Harry didn't ask. He took a breath and shoved his hand in again ... to the wrist ... the elbow ... up his arm. The bag just kept going.
            Then ...
            His fingers touched something. Something hard. Cold. Small, round objects … Coins. Had to be … Lots of coins. Dozens ... maybe hundreds. He could feel them under his fingertips, a pile of coins. He thrust his hand as far into the pile as he could go – and felt still more coins underneath.
            His hand came out full, dripping coins onto the counter top, a few escaping into the bag, but Harry didn't mind. He knew how to find them. He stared at the gold in his hand, the coins that'd spilled onto the counter. Gold coins. Just like the ones he'd already seen. Freakin' gold coins like some kind of pirate's treasure – all high-grade stuff, if Harry knew anything at all about his business. Which he did.


About the Author:

A native of Tyler, Texas, Pat Blair – writing as P.L. Blair – has lived in Sheridan, WY, since 1986. She has a degree in journalism, and has worked first for newspapers and, most recently, Sheridan Media, an organization of 10 radio stations and a website, since 1970. But her goal was always to write books. Her first book in her Portals series, Shadow Path,  was published in 2008. When not writing books, she continues to cover news events for Sheridan Media. She shares her home in Sheridan with two dogs and a cat – all rescues.





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INTERVIEW WITH GAIL Z. MARTIN (Inheritance)

 


It's been a blustery four days here in Vancouver, as the wet winter weather rains down on the city. A good time to stay inside and curl up with a book. Today we have author Gail Z. Martin here to tell us about her latest and answer a few questions for us. Welcome!
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

GZM: Cassidy Kincaide is a psychometric, which means she can read the history and magic of an object by touching it. She runs an antique shop in Charleston, SC which is really a cover for an alliance of mortals and immortals who work together to save the world from supernatural threats.
Cassidy has a circle of friends and allies who also have varying types of magic or paranormal abilities, and we often meet new people who become part of this ‘found family’ as the series goes on. She’s been dating Kell Winston for a while, and in this new book, they move in together, at least temporarily. Kell runs a paranormal investigation group, which is how he and Cassidy met. So fortunately, he already believes in the supernatural when he gets pulled into some of the dangerous situations that Cassidy and her friends deal with.

SC: I have tried reading objects before. I need more training. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
GZM:  I think there are things we don’t understand about the universe, or phenomena we understand incorrectly. It seems very possible to me that some energy could be left behind when people die, and that other people might be able to perceive that energy. Whether or not that is paranormal or scientific, I don’t know. But the name you put on it doesn’t make it any less real.

SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
GMZ: Sellsword’s Oath is the next book in my Assassins of Landria series, which is buddy-flick epic fantasy about two snarky medieval hired killers who work for the king. It is currently in audio production, and will be coming out in ebook, paperback and audio soon.  We’re also working on the second in our Wasteland Marshals near-future post-apocalyptic series, and I plan to soon be writing CHARON, the second in the Night Vigil urban fantasy series (about an ex-priest and a former FBI agent hunting supernatural threats in Pittsburgh).

Thanks for stopping by. Let's take a look at your novel now.

Inheritance
Deadly Curiosities Series
Book Four
Gail Z. Martin

Genre: Urban fantasy

Publisher: SOL Publishing

Date of Publication: October 23, 2019

ISBN: 978-1939704986
ASIN:B07ZHKR2LD

Number of pages: 222
Word Count: 66000

Cover Artist: Lou Harper

Tagline: Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?

Book Description:

Book four in the Deadly Curiosities series.Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curio shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them, and she teams up with friends and allies who use magic and paranormal abilities to get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.

Caribbean ghosts terrorize Charleston and start racking up a body count. Then Beckford Pendlewood, the heir to a powerful family of dark warlocks, shows up raving about a bound demon locked in a lost box and begs sanctuary. Can Cassidy and her friends find the demon box, stop the killer ghosts, and break the Pendlewood curse before Beckford’s murderous cousins and the vengeful demon destroy them all?

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Excerpt 1 from Chapter 1 484 words

“I have a problem antique I’d like you to take a look at.” The man on the other end of the call sounded rattled. I recognized his name—Alfred Stone, from Stone Auctions—but I didn’t think we had ever spoken, let alone met.
“What kind of ‘problem’ does it present?” I asked. A number of possibilities came to mind. “Questionable provenance? Not sure how to authenticate?”
“I think it’s trying to kill me.”
Well, damn. That kind of problem. “All right, Mr. Stone. Try to stay calm.”
“I just told you, it’s trying to kill me. I heard you…know…about these things. Please, help me.”
Across the store, Teag Logan glanced up to make sure everything was all right. I nodded, and he went back to helping a customer.
“I can come now. Are you at the showroom?”
“Yes. Thank you. And…please…hurry.”
I ended the call and sighed. This might be the first time Alfred Stone had an antique try to kill him, but that made it just another day here at Trifles and Folly.
I’m Cassidy Kincaide, and I own Trifles and Folly, an antique and curio shop in historic, haunted Charleston, South Carolina. The shop has been in my family for more than three hundred years. While we’re known as a great place to buy high-quality antiques, the shop is also a cover for the Alliance, a coalition of mortals and immortals who save Charleston—and the world—from supernatural threats. I’m a psychometric, which means I can read the history and magic of objects by touching them. Teag is my assistant store manager, best friend, and sometimes bodyguard—and he’s also a talented Weaver witch. Sorren, my business partner, is a nearly six-hundred-year-old vampire. Together with some other friends with very specialized abilities, we do our best to keep the world safe from dark magic and things that go bump in the night.
“Problem?” Teag asked when the customer left.
“I’m not sure,” I replied. “Alfred Stone just called—from the auction house. He says he’s got an item that’s trying to kill him.”
“You want me to go with you?” Teag pushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. His skater-boy haircut and skinny jeans made him look younger than his late twenties. “Maggie can handle the store.”
On cue, Maggie—our lifesaver of a part-time associate—waved to agree from the other side of the store. She was sporting a new bright pink streak in her short gray hair, and it matched her sweater, a reminder—as if I needed one—that she believed in taking risks and living large.

I reached up to slick my humidity-frizzy strawberry blond hair back into a ponytail and shook my head. “Let me go see what the problem is, and I’ll figure out what to do from there. It’s not far away, in case I need to give a shout.”

About the Author:

Gail Z. Martin writes epic fantasy, urban fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, SOL Publishing, Darkwind Press, Worldbuilders Press and Falstaff Books. Recent books include Reckoning, Sellsword’s Oath, Inheritance, CHARON, Wasteland Marshals. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance including the Witchbane, Badlands and Treasure Trail series. Recent books include The Rising, Flame and Ash. Find her at






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Friday, November 15, 2019

INTERVIEW WITH JEREMIAH FRANKLIN (Dark Tomorow II)



Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow
Dark Tomorrow
Book Two
Jeremiah Franklin
                                              
Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic
                                     
Publisher: Month9Books

Date of Publication: November 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-948671-95-8
ASIN: B07W4XJSSB

Number of pages: 304

Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle

Book Description:

Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race.

With the death of Sara’s father and the disappearance of the strange boy known as Mason, the teens are left reeling, but alongside the enigmatic ex-Marine, Edward, they soon forge an alliance with a collection of young survivors led by the sage and charismatic Kai.

Nevertheless, when their new companions begin to mysteriously disappear, the group is once again thrown into a desperate struggle for survival, where only the most cunning and relentless will prevail.

Ultimately, among whispers of top-secret military bunkers, lost gold, and a shadowy group known as the Cult of the Crow, Sawyer and Sara must face the grim realization that death and betrayal lurks in every corner, and when it comes to the end of the world--nothing is what it seems.

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Excerpt:

Sawyer leveled the shotgun at the nearest set of bushes, but just as he was about to begin the countdown, there was the faintest sound of a gun cocking, and suddenly the thick brush ahead of him erupted in a hail of gunfire. Sawyer had once heard his father say that sometimes in war all you can hope for is to “return fire and pray,” but with bullets flying only inches past his body, there was no time to talk with God. Instead, he dropped to one knee and squeezed the trigger as fast as he could, pumping three rounds of double-zero buckshot into the brush.

He heard a shriek of pain and a low groan as the last round of buckshot tore through the bushes, but there was no time to breathe easy. The boy looked back at the cliff behind him and grit his teeth. There was no question that Sawyer had been born with luck on his side, but even he knew that he could not hope to survive another volley of gunshots at such close range. He could hear movement in the brush, and with only one bad option left on the table, Sawyer emptied the last three rounds from the shotgun into the bushes, swallowed hard, and leapt off the edge of the cliff.

About the Author:

Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.









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Friday, November 8, 2019

INTERVIEW with STEPHANIE MIRRO (Her Majesty's Fury)



Great to have an author in the house today. Welcome Stephanie Mirro!

 SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

SM: Serafina Finch is a 25 year old graduate student in Washington, D.C. With Sera, I wrote what I know best, so she has some of my personality quirks like her love for coffee and books. But I also wrote her as someone I wish I could become. Over the course of the first 3 books, she grows from a somewhat timid, not-wanting-to-rock-the-boat kind of gal, into a confident, strong woman with a snarky ancient god as her sidekick (just don’t tell Bacchus I said that!). 
SC: Speaking of ancient gods and the powers they possess, do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

SM: This is such a difficult question for me to answer! Yes and no. I’m an atheist, so I don’t believe in ghosts and spells and the like (but I wish I did, for real), but I’m still afraid of monsters in the dark. I’m pretty open minded, so I'll admit I’m wrong should something show itself to me. And because I have to be a conundrum, I believe in the idea of karma, especially when it comes to money. Respect money and you’ll always have some when you need it the most.
SC: Well, you will have to let us know if you experience anything in the future.  What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

SM: I am working on book 3 in my Immortal Relics series, titled Descent to Hel. My goal is to publish it by May or June of 2020. The story continues to follow Sera’s journey, only this time she’ll have to visit Hel, the Norse goddess of the underworld, in her own realm. Dun dun dun!
SC: Thanks for stopping by for a chat. Let's take alook at your book now.
 

Her Majesty’s Fury

Immortal Relics

Book 2         

Stephanie Mirro



Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Tannhauser Press

Date of Publication: Oct. 24, 2019

ISBN: 978-1945994487
ASIN: B07YJ6RNFZ

Number of pages: 311
Word Count: 74060

Cover Artist: TS95Studios

Book Description:

When you're working with the Roman god of chaos, things can always get worse.

Bacchae, the supernatural creatures that spawned vampire lore, are real. For the last several thousand years, they’ve kept to the shadows. UNTIL NOW.

When the worst and most powerful of the Bacchae murders someone she loves, graduate student Serafina Finch, now aided by the ancient god Bacchus, sets out on a journey in search of new allies. They must act quickly before Danae, the Bacchae witch claiming to be Queen, figures out a way to restore the Bacchae to their full powers.

Sera is hellbent on killing Danae before she devastates the mortal world, and it becomes a race against time when the queen reveals her own dark alliances. Sera thinks things can’t get any worse, but when you're working with the Roman god of chaos, things can always get worse.

“Bacchus created us in his image—chaos. And chaos is what we will give them.”

HER MAJESTY'S FURY is the second book in the Immortal Relics series, a New Adult Urban Fantasy adventure. Fans of Deborah Harkness, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Roman mythology will love this blend of magic, mayhem, and wry humor.

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EXCERPT 3:

A few hours later, as sunlight started to drift up over the horizon, a soft scratching sound came from the back door. Renee was still sleeping, so Sera set her cup of coffee on the kitchen table before approaching the door. She pulled the blinds back. A small, dark-skinned boy, who might have been in his early teens, stared back at her.
She gave him a questioning look.
Let us in, let us in, or we’ll blow your house down, a snickering voice echoed around her head.
Who are you? she sent her thought back.
Ah! So the rumors of your Gift are true. Your canine friend talked of a fight? We’re in. She could almost see the grinning smile in the shadows of her mind.
You didn’t answer my question, she said.
I am Eshu. So matter-of-fact, so not what she was looking for.

Sera muttered under her breath. Damn gods.


About the Author:

Stephanie Mirro's lifelong love of ancient mythology led to majoring in the Classics in college, which wasn't quite as much fun as writing her own mythology stories as she did as a child. But that education, combined with an overactive imagination and being an avid fantasy reader, resulted in a writing career.

Starting her days with coffee and ending them with wine means Stephanie can usually be found juggling household chores, keeping the kids alive, and trying to write, edit, publish, and market the stories that haunt her dreams.

Born and raised in Southern Arizona, Stephanie now resides in Northern Virginia with her husband, two kids, and two furbabies. This thing called “seasons” is still magical.










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Thursday, November 7, 2019

RELEASE DAY BLITZ/FACEBOOK PARTY with SHANNA HATFIELD (Keeping Christmas)



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Keeping Christmas
Rodeo Romance Series
Book Seven
Shanna Hatfield
                  
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Western / Sweet Romance

Publisher: Shanna Hatfield

Date of Publication: November 7, 2019

ASIN: B07WSRSGQZ

Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 104,000

Cover Artist: Shanna Hatfield

A promise made is a promise he’ll keep
Even if it costs him the woman he loves. . .

Book Description:

Professional bareback rider Gage Taggart can almost taste the world championship title he’s spent all year pursuing. When an unexpected injury sidelines him, he heads to his best friend Trevor’s home to recuperate.

Little by little, he finds himself completely smitten with Trevor’s beautiful sister. But he’s up against a formidable opponent: brotherly concern. Reluctantly, Gage vows to leave Tally alone to keep from breaking her heart when he heads back out on the road.

Tally King thrives on her work as a nurse, until she ends up caring for her injured brother and his best friend on the family ranch. Between the two stubborn men determined to prove how tough they and the unpredictable antics of her loony aunt Marvella, Tally feels like her life is spiraling out of control. Or maybe it’s due to falling head over heels in love with Gage despite concerns he’ll leave her heart in broken pieces.


An uplifting, sweet romance full of humor and hope, Keeping Christmas follows an unlikely couple as they discover the magic of Christmas and the wonder of true love.




Excerpt:
There was no way on earth or beyond she was going behind the chutes. The last time she’d done that had cured her on rodeos and rodeo cowboys for life. She had no intention of repeating the experience. The very thought of going back there left her thoroughly disturbed.
She sent a text to Gage, telling him to meet her near the ticket booth. It was only after she hit send that she realized she should have mentioned she was the one there, not Trevor.
Gage would figure it out soon enough, she supposed.
She leaned against the corner of the ticket booth, out of the way, and watched the faces of those coming and going. Through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a face that looked familiar as a cowboy jogged her way.
Tally sucked in a gulp of air, unprepared for how much Gage had changed since she’d last seen him in person. The boy she’d had a crush on had morphed into a very handsome man. His dark brown hair was shorter, his shoulders broader, his body a finely-tuned machine of muscle. She noticed a scar on his right cheek that hadn’t been there before, yet it only added to his rugged appeal.
But his eyes were the same magnificent shade of blue, and his lips still appeared incredibly kissable. When he looked at a little girl wearing a pink tutu over her denim overalls, his grin kicked up the left side of his mouth just as she remembered.
He didn’t appear to have gotten taller than his already six-foot height, but he looked stronger and more capable than he had all those years ago.
Tally noticed several women eyeing him as he made his way through the crowd. He didn’t even seem to notice them as he scanned the faces, no doubt searching for her brother. She stepped away from the ticket booth and headed toward him.
She tried to catch his eye, but he looked right past her, as though she didn’t exist. Not that it surprised her. Guys like Gage weren’t interested in girls like her — girls who would never be mistaken for a model, had brains in their heads, and held to an unyielding set of morals.
Nope. There was nothing about her that would be of the slightest interest to a cowboy like Gage.
Tally waited until she was standing directly behind him to tap him on the shoulder.
“Gage Taggart,” she said in a voice she used to subdue unruly patients. He jerked and turned around to stare at her.
She could see him struggling to pull her identity from his memories. Insulted he hadn’t yet figured out who she was, someone jostled into her and she bumped against Gage. Something electric and completely unexpected arced between the two of them. Tally wanted no part of whatever it was and moved back.
Eager to get the torturous errand over with, she held the gear bag out to him. “Trevor sent me with this.”
“Where’s Trev?” Gage asked, taking the bag and looking around like her brother might suddenly materialize. “Who was I texting a minute ago if it wasn’t him?”
“That would be me. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I’m Trevor’s sister.”
“Tally? You’re little Tally?” He held his hand down near his waist, indicating the height he thought she should be.
She nodded and Gage broke into a wide grin.
“You were always such a cute kid with those big gray eyes, sturdy little legs, and chubby cheeks.” He reached out and playfully pinched her cheek. “You haven’t changed a bit. Aren’t you like, fifteen, maybe sixteen?”

About the Author:

USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.












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