Author Kristy McCaffrey's Blog ~ Pathways: The Peppermint Tree is now available wide

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

The Peppermint Tree is now available wide

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲 is a contemporary western romance long novella. (Note: it was previously published in the Amazon-exclusive anthology 𝘈 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘛𝘰 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 but is now available at all eBook platforms.)

Heat Level: 5/5 (but the excerpt is 1/5)

𝑳𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚.

Excerpt

Joe Carrigan watched as the red taillights in the distance slid from left to right and then right even more, finally stopping. He’d been following the Prius for a while, and the driver had been conservative, but their luck had just run out. He was in his Bronco—the same one he’d driven in high school on these very roads—and it could still be trusted in bad weather. He’d been able to afford better cars over the years, but he still had a habit of jumping in this one, especially on a night like this.

He checked his rearview mirror. Thankfully, no cars behind him. He slowed the Bronco and guided it as far to the right as he could without getting stuck.

Stepping out of his vehicle, a blast of cold air hit him as heavy snowflakes engulfed him. He really shouldn’t be out in this, but he’d agreed to meet Oliver and Celeste and a friend of Celeste’s, a blind date he’d been badgered into. His life had been too busy of late for a woman, but it didn’t mean he actually needed or wanted one in his life.

He reached inside the Bronco and grabbed his heavy canvas coat, quickly pulling it on and zipping it to his neck. The snow crunched beneath his boots and his breath came out in white puffs as he crossed the beam of his headlights and approached the Prius. He tapped on the driver’s window, the shadowy figure of a woman on the other side. She hesitated a moment then rolled the window down.

“Are you all right, miss?”

As the woman’s face became fully visible, he did a double-take. “Skylar?”

Her forehead pinched into hard ridges, and her eyes registered a flash of outrage. “Carrigan?”