Co-author Patti Shenberger and I are excited to announce the formal release of Book 2 of the McCade Legacy Series!
Post-Civil War Mississippi
U.S. Marshal, Zack McCade takes pride in protecting the good folks of Greenville—especially the beautiful Dr. Suzanne Martindale. He doesn’t always understand her need for independence, but he sure does like getting under her skin. It’s not like he’s looking to settle down—his job is too dangerous to risk taking a wife and family.
In an era when women aren’t readily accepted in the male dominated world of medicine, Suzanne doesn’t have time for courting—especially a charming Cajun rogue like Zack. When he proposes a fake betrothal to keep the matchmaking town out of their hair, she’s sure it’s a bad idea, but can’t deny her longing for a respite from the over-zealous bachelors in town.
Their ruse starts a fire in their hearts that neither expected, but will the re-emergence of Suzanne’s real fiancé douse the flames?
We thought we’d share an excerpt with you as well:
Zack left the clinic and turned away from his office rather than toward it. He needed to walk off some of the tension holding his body as tightly wound as a pocket watch.
He should never have stolen that last kiss. The first two had been enough to appease their onlookers. The third had been strictly an indulgence for his own amusement, a silly flirtation intended to raise the doctor’s ire. Instead, his plan had backfired, and he’d found himself as aroused as a young schoolboy after his first deep kiss. It wouldn’t do, Zack realized, to walk into his office with a flagpole in his britches.
After a second pass behind the main buildings in the central part of town, Zack felt in control enough to go back to work. He’d barely reached for the handle on the office door, when the sound of a gunshot rang out from somewhere in the vicinity of the saloon.
He stepped off the sidewalk and into the main road, covering the distance between the jail and the saloon quickly, coming to a halt at the hitching post just as two men backed through the saloon doors, their faces covered in bandanas.
Zack drew his gun and a deep breath and asked, “You two gentlemen planning on going somewhere?”
The two men turned in Zack’s direction, their guns at the ready. “Let us go, Marshal, and nobody gets hurt,” the first one said.
“It’s two against one,” the second pointed out.
“Hmm, not such great odds, is it?” Zack agreed. “Perhaps, I can even things up a bit.” The words had no sooner left his mouth when he fired his gun, clipping the first man’s hand and knocking the gun he held to the side. “Now, it’s just us,” he said to the other.
The second man tossed his gun to the side as well and raised his hands in defeat. To his left, Zack caught sight of his deputies’ approach. “Tom, Pete,” Zack ordered. “Get these two scoundrels over to the jail and bandage up this fellow’s fingers.”
“Will do, boss,” Pete Bailey confirmed. “You want I should have the doc take a look at his hand.”
“No, not unless it’s a deeper scrape than it appears to be. He’ll do fine with your handiwork.”
Zack holstered his gun as his deputies started away with the prisoners. The second, larger man broke free of Tom’s hold and charged in Zack’s direction. Zack stuck out his fist, landing one solid blow against the man’s chest, sending him sprawling in the dirt, gasping for air and clutching his ribs.
“Come on,” the deputy said, pulling the man to his feet by the collar. “Let’s get going.”
Zack watched as the two men were led away without further incident. When he turned back toward the front of the saloon, he realized Suzanne was standing there, mostly likely alerted by the sound of the original gunshot.
“Was there anyone hurt in the saloon?” he asked.
“No, the robbers fired into the air in an attempt to scare the barkeep so he would hand over the money.”
“Since you’ve got your medical bag with you, I’ll take you over to the jail and you can check on both men.”
“Did you flatten the other one as well?” she asked.
“No. I shot him.”
Suzanne shook her head, the frown playing across her beautiful face causing him concern.
“Let’s go then, Marshal.” She started toward the jail, stopping long enough to say, “I’d really rather you not add to my workload any more than necessary.”
“It’s not like I do it on purpose,” he argued. When she didn’t respond, he caught up with her in two long strides. “It’s my job.”
“Yes, I know. And, because of your job, I now have to do mine.”
Zack was overcome with regret. Not that he would have done anything different where the two men were concerned. His regret stemmed from the fact he’d once again disappointed Suzanne, her reaction only serving to convince him of why they were unsuited for a real relationship.
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On December 23rd, I’m making the leap forward from my usual historical romances to release Having Santa’s Baby, a sexy, contemporary novella for Entangled’s new Flaunt line. I don’t have the cover as yet, but I thought I’d share a peek of how I envision my hero:
And, an “unoffical” excerpt:
Julia McCormack stood off to one side of the boardroom, her back to the wall, her fingers clutching a glass of wine she had no intention of drinking. All around her the firm’s employees were enjoying the fine trappings of a successful business. The usually staid room was decorated to the nines, a large, well-lit tree holding court in the far corner. The buffet was sumptuous, the drinks abundant. An elegant string quartet played classical music and carols off to the side.
She only wished she were having as much fun as the rest of the staff. She should have never accepted that last call when the receptionist had offered her the phone. Still, Mr. Montgomery had left her in charge and so she’d taken the phone from Paula’s grasp, mustered up her formal attorney demeanor and handled the complaint from a very angry client. Her day had been going so well up until then.
“Can I get you another?”
She looked up and met the warm brown-eyed gaze of Santa Claus, or at least the man they’d hired to play Santa for the evening. Even dressed in costume, he looked as if he’d just stepped off the cover of the cowboy version of GQ.
“No thank you,” she said. “One is enough for me.” When he nodded and smiled, she couldn’t help but wonder what the temp agency had been thinking. In addition to his heart-stopping gaze and confident demeanor, he exuded charm. In two short hours, he’d managed to send nearly every one of the firm’s female staff into fits of giggles. They’d literally shoved their way in line for the opportunity to sit on Santa’s lap.
Santa was supposed to be a portly, jolly old man with a white beard, not a six-foot-plus hottie with a fit body and killer smile.
Still, he did look good in the red suit.
“How much longer do you think this party is going to last?” he asked.
She stifled a laugh when he tugged at the edge of the fake beard and rubbed his hand across his forehead, dislodging the white wig and bright red hat.
“Not much longer. The partners are leaving as we speak. The rest will make their escape shortly afterward.”
“How about you?”
“I’m here for the duration,” she said. “Mr. Montgomery, our senior partner, usually oversees the party himself but he was called away on a family emergency and left me in charge.”
“I could stay and help, if you’d like,” he suggested. “After all, what kind of a Santa would I be if I didn’t come to the aid of a beautiful woman?”
She shook her head, pushing his compliment aside. “What kind indeed?”
Patti and I will be visiting a number of blogs over the next few weeks. A formal schedule will be posted as soon as it’s available. I look forward to sharing some of the wonderful research on 1860′s female doctors that we used during the writing of The Lawman’s Agreement!
Until next Sunday, writers keep writing, readers keep reading and everyone enjoy!