I'm pleased to share that I've got another short story available as a single sell for 99 cents. It's currently on pre-order with a release date of August 28. Why should you pre-order? The story will automatically load when available so you don't have to worry about remembering and it also helps an author with total sales on release day. This can sometimes push a work onto top 100 charts, and while it's certainly a boon to a writer's ego, the real benefit is that the title is exposed more at each site. So, if you haven't read it (it was previously published in the anthology Cowboy Kisses) and you think you might want to, then I'd sure appreciate a pre-order purchase.
Aspiring novelist Amelia Mercer travels from New York City
to Colorado to aid an injured aunt. When the stage is robbed and her luggage
stolen, bounty hunter Ned Waymire comes to her aid, acquainted with the
harmless culprit and wanting to spare the boy. But Ned also seeks to impress
the independent young woman. Amelia's wish to never marry, however, clashes
with Ned's desire to keep her reputation intact. When a final bounty from Ned's
past threatens their future, she knows that A
Westward Adventure isn’t just the title of her novel but the new course of
her life.
Excerpt from A Westward Adventure
The front door opened and shut, and in the next instant Ned
Waymire filled the parlor entryway. As soon as Amelia locked eyes with him, he
froze.
“Ned, I’d like you to meet my niece, Amelia Mercer.” Teddy
waved him into the room. “Amelia, this is Ned Waymire. He boards here. There’s
also another gentleman, but he’s been away recently.”
Mister Waymire removed his hat, revealing dark hair, and
cleared his throat. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss.” He stepped
forward to take her hand.
The touch was warm and his sun-darkened fingers overwhelmed
her pale ones. As she smiled and nodded, she tried to ignore the tingling
sensation that crept up her arm. Up close, he exuded even more strength than
was apparent in the marshal’s office.
A man who spent his days outdoors.
A man who called the earth his home.
Vivid blue eyes stood out on a sun- and whisker-darkened
face.
He was the perfect western hero.
“I just saw you,” she said, glad her voice sounded calm
considering how her insides quivered.
“That’s right.”
He stepped back from her.
“You’re not married, are you, Amelia?” Teddy asked.
“No, ma’am.”
“Why, neither is Ned.”
Heat suffused Amelia’s cheeks. “I don’t believe in marriage,
much like you Aunt Teddy.” The words rushed out of Amelia. “Women don’t need
men to make their way in the world. Why, look at you? You’ve done quite well on
your own.”
“I’ve never been placed on a pillar,” Teddy said. “What do
you think of that, Ned? I’m a woman of example.”
“I won’t argue with that,” Ned replied.
“Did you get Billings?” Teddy asked.
“Yep. You were right. He was in Old Man Hill’s abandoned
mine.”
“I knew it.” Teddy chuckled under her breath.
“Are you a bounty hunter, too?” Amelia asked.
Teddy cackled. “No, but I could be. Don’t you think, Ned?”
“You’d outgun us all, Teddy.”
Amelia sensed an affection between the two, and it warmed
her heart, although this entire reunion with her aunt was far different than
anything she imagined. She knew she had the first chapter of her new novel.
“I’ll just be turning in now, ladies,” Ned said.
Amelia, her cheeks still warm from being in the same room
with him, met his eyes briefly then looked away in embarrassment.
What if he thinks I
like him?
She imagined the type of woman he fancied was far from the
likes of her. Why, he probably thought her a silly city girl. And he’d be
right. But her mama had long taught her to be an independent thinker, to believe
that a woman’s mind was equal to a man’s. Most of Amelia’s writings had been
social commentaries, addressing important issues such as the educational
welfare of children, the plight of the homeless and less fortunate, and the
lack of voice the average woman had within marriage. But in her heart, she
longed to pen an adventurous tale of a woman who not only sees the world, but
tames a man in the process, who finds love with an equal, inciting passion in
her partner.
She hadn’t told her mother she planned to write such a
novel—she’d likely think it beneath Amelia—but her heart burned with the desire
to share the story singing in her heart. Coming to visit Aunt Theodora had
offered the perfect blend of adventure and inspiration.
Ned Waymire departed the room and his footsteps could be
heard climbing the staircase.
That man was the epitome of adventure and inspiration.
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© 2015 K. McCaffrey LLC
