tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29121592819541881652024-02-23T18:03:25.084-08:00Author Kristy McCaffrey's Blog ~ PathwaysKristy McCaffrey writes contemporary and award-winning historical western romances. She likes the peculiar, the fascinating, and the scientific; animals and the outdoors; her husband and children; history, symbols, and mythology. Grab a cup of tea and hang out by the fireside. Let's travel together.Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-29308506225853522262024-02-05T01:00:00.000-08:002024-02-05T01:00:00.142-08:00The Wren - A 20th Anniversary Special Hardcover Edition<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsw0sRmFaGP7WEv8ufihJem4RmMntJT576UppADBFQZMMa7ywrP64_ltVHlTLXlvYMrx9YWtitBzyc2xYFexoEuHsOHA0fvcJWQ1ASpUl0QcvLylEOOSmVa7KfaUNuR5m0dE4oEfGoqr0qoUwviRQB46FU68qbE8PUj1gJGtxcrQMmu0OM-Jihuz8LC17/s1200/TheWrenSpecialEdition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsw0sRmFaGP7WEv8ufihJem4RmMntJT576UppADBFQZMMa7ywrP64_ltVHlTLXlvYMrx9YWtitBzyc2xYFexoEuHsOHA0fvcJWQ1ASpUl0QcvLylEOOSmVa7KfaUNuR5m0dE4oEfGoqr0qoUwviRQB46FU68qbE8PUj1gJGtxcrQMmu0OM-Jihuz8LC17/s320/TheWrenSpecialEdition.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In 2023 I celebrated a milestone - the 20th anniversary of the publication of <i>The Wren</i>. It was the first book I wrote and published (in 2003), and I've been so grateful over the years for how readers have loved and embraced the story of Molly Hart and her return home after a childhood spent with the Comanche. I knew I wanted to do something special to commemorate the event and so this hardcover edition was borne.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I published the new edition at the end of 2023 but am only now announcing it because it took weeks for my author copies to arrive, and I wanted to make sure everything was perfect before I shared the news. And I couldn't be more pleased with how it turned out!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8E06wVxdNk1Go7EzP50wuIEOAwQIWv9L33OLgie81Gc3qkyqmr0F_kMIF0Xet_ciTt0slkk3kNZ8MuY5VNhjg8PMr56TuhC7g6xm0uww3LN92XWIjCJGHk6vFgHlpqMinGNb_Uic9rDa-MBAW-_tUbsXVsT2TbHtOBdn-Taf_VVmrhJPAdbj_TWR9EF3/s1080/TheWrenHardcover%20(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8E06wVxdNk1Go7EzP50wuIEOAwQIWv9L33OLgie81Gc3qkyqmr0F_kMIF0Xet_ciTt0slkk3kNZ8MuY5VNhjg8PMr56TuhC7g6xm0uww3LN92XWIjCJGHk6vFgHlpqMinGNb_Uic9rDa-MBAW-_tUbsXVsT2TbHtOBdn-Taf_VVmrhJPAdbj_TWR9EF3/s320/TheWrenHardcover%20(2).png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Su at Earthly Charms did an absolutely amazing job on the cover (which includes a dust jacket - squee!!). My daughter-in-law, Alex, did the interior illustrations, and she brought to life elements of the story so beautifully. My many thanks for her fabulous contributions. When I finally held a copy in my hands, I cried because a huge dream of mine had been achieved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There are other fun additions - two short stories featuring Matt and Molly that until now were only available in digital to my newsletter subscribers, a new forward by me, and three essays previously published on my blog about the making of the Wings of the West series (The Wren is Book 1).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_k7Nb0Roxy708GtNrLf6mHn43-DMJxb1CZ1rlW0E0UA7Gqk1KP9coD2qYeT2lc8cpUu5_VGZA7m1mmUju2LdDvI8txJT_vrbIbY7oQC5_BSb2M4_hjpFPXd7NsjFoinUHX590_tPjjj6VMKYRLcaLqxn2f-_BQDoUuJgsnjvmxdMSLpnhvasdtD8uRSv/s6295/HardCoverProof2-TheWren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2850" data-original-width="6295" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_k7Nb0Roxy708GtNrLf6mHn43-DMJxb1CZ1rlW0E0UA7Gqk1KP9coD2qYeT2lc8cpUu5_VGZA7m1mmUju2LdDvI8txJT_vrbIbY7oQC5_BSb2M4_hjpFPXd7NsjFoinUHX590_tPjjj6VMKYRLcaLqxn2f-_BQDoUuJgsnjvmxdMSLpnhvasdtD8uRSv/w400-h181/HardCoverProof2-TheWren.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhVj2kPnR-_Tv1R0JfhJNrDqHoASCtDroP0WVriD269wPO1ZBkMzJ6_G5aD9XhJexIdoxd8KFn1h-I2JYSkr1RCV9J9qGqx2rmtza1MEGbVwhT757YZmeKNQH5ZLm9WdK3L87oCWWL9xATcs9rwJBClzUdFo7BLaUAvoYQ2b-FWqRjUhkjG3CA-PNTAFw/s1040/WrenIllustration5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1040" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDhVj2kPnR-_Tv1R0JfhJNrDqHoASCtDroP0WVriD269wPO1ZBkMzJ6_G5aD9XhJexIdoxd8KFn1h-I2JYSkr1RCV9J9qGqx2rmtza1MEGbVwhT757YZmeKNQH5ZLm9WdK3L87oCWWL9xATcs9rwJBClzUdFo7BLaUAvoYQ2b-FWqRjUhkjG3CA-PNTAFw/s320/WrenIllustration5.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Copyright Alexandra McCaffrey</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Copies are available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Walmart.com, and Booktopia. Autographed editions can be ordered on my Etsy shop and will include a new bookmark, a sticker of Molly's slingshot, and a cup coaster. I'll drop the links at the end of this post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaZ80HeMHp7QnVTJ-f3xASNkSDZFyQwY_DmnE4H0fbQxNw69BbbeBzTbR8LdRO0X3cXVNc3b7cOb2GzJslZgEufg-7sxZga93G5-IVicZnmTElPRmIp77pvFSISUJ18_z07f1FKonkWpsDTM3mZYw4YDl1b8lMDBp3_n2DLv_oxtLg902XOM5HELUWC92/s1300/WrenHardcoverBookmarkSwagPage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaZ80HeMHp7QnVTJ-f3xASNkSDZFyQwY_DmnE4H0fbQxNw69BbbeBzTbR8LdRO0X3cXVNc3b7cOb2GzJslZgEufg-7sxZga93G5-IVicZnmTElPRmIp77pvFSISUJ18_z07f1FKonkWpsDTM3mZYw4YDl1b8lMDBp3_n2DLv_oxtLg902XOM5HELUWC92/s320/WrenHardcoverBookmarkSwagPage.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPnb2UWLtHj3a_-xDs2-Vcx7RJzblBfOw6F8xyuREqoCD1WhrAJmR34w5zbab323cQRtigTjHUrzl2YP5tg_n0DfaAyk7LalMxju5no6xbrEIJsM8WfnS6J1DFkYa6Ili4Q5wNZir56hsA4DUNSNP6RO4ECVQMeVYr3y1oYN6HaYEcO80ussFiA0mEKfi/s2080/WrenIllustration1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="2080" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPnb2UWLtHj3a_-xDs2-Vcx7RJzblBfOw6F8xyuREqoCD1WhrAJmR34w5zbab323cQRtigTjHUrzl2YP5tg_n0DfaAyk7LalMxju5no6xbrEIJsM8WfnS6J1DFkYa6Ili4Q5wNZir56hsA4DUNSNP6RO4ECVQMeVYr3y1oYN6HaYEcO80ussFiA0mEKfi/w200-h200/WrenIllustration1.png" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Copyright Alexandra McCaffrey</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziSqSmPOClMVKJ4zv1tR9je0IpTQCf0XLnN_ro1VwDDCUiakBQqQGTfss3ZfyfsVaqCFV3ore7qh2U87jhKNOhOTUi-BS1EQ2LUSoQ2eo-Cury-BwMmO99NU87W9lPGG1EBiYKT5pQ15HkLmwMBfKPPwEt-HVO_ORiGeWZFWsKr4o_vG5wI3lw5fdmRiF/s1080/WrenCoasterDesign%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgziSqSmPOClMVKJ4zv1tR9je0IpTQCf0XLnN_ro1VwDDCUiakBQqQGTfss3ZfyfsVaqCFV3ore7qh2U87jhKNOhOTUi-BS1EQ2LUSoQ2eo-Cury-BwMmO99NU87W9lPGG1EBiYKT5pQ15HkLmwMBfKPPwEt-HVO_ORiGeWZFWsKr4o_vG5wI3lw5fdmRiF/s320/WrenCoasterDesign%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #535a62; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">A 20th Anniversary Special Hardcover Edition</span></strong></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">(Includes two bonus stories not published anywhere else - <em><span style="color: #535a62;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Shiny Penny</span></span></em> and <em><span style="color: #535a62;"><span style="font-family: times;">Song of the Wren</span></span></em>)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #535a62; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Captured by Comanche as a child, Molly Hart was assumed dead. Ten years later, Texas Ranger Matt Ryan finds a woman with the same blue eyes.</span></strong></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Such a little sprite she’d once been, stirring up emotions within him he’d never expected—affection, fondness, protectiveness. Such a resolute woman she’d become, stirring … he really didn’t want to dwell on that. Nothing good would come of it.</i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(254, 254, 254);">“A rousing, spicy story of long lost love in the gritty Old West. The Wren will make your pulse flutter and your heart sing.” —Ann Charles, </span><i>USA Today</i><span style="background: rgb(254, 254, 254);"> Bestselling Author of the Award-winning Deadwood Mystery Series</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Ten years have passed since Molly Hart’s ranch was attacked, her folks murdered, and she was abducted. Now, at nineteen, she’s finally returning home to North Texas after spending the remainder of her childhood with a tribe of Kwahadi Comanche. What she finds is a deserted home coated with dust and the passage of time, the chilling discovery of her own gravesite, and the presence of a man she thought never to see again.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Matt Ryan is pushed by a restless wind to the broken-down remains of the Hart ranch. Recently recovered from an imprisonment that nearly ended his life, the drive for truth and fairness has all but abandoned him. For ten years he faithfully served the U.S. Army and the Texas Rangers, seeking justice for the brutal murder of a little girl, only to find closure and healing beyond his grasp. Returning to the place where it all began, he’s stunned to encounter a woman with the same blue eyes as the child he can’t put out of his mind.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #535a62; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">A sensuous historical western romance set in 1877 Texas.</span></strong><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxa8gyAd4MYPrtjCjEJUK4JD0Xm2I_H46cdut-RhRvZG4RYVfixRVKRh4gF-aIfvg4MQSwLDsuYH5TbbSGw3_mHxL49j7YMCoc6QMvlBm5zU2ydEGsKT5do0mTJVhASDL42pCaK6XgmjObUZwt7ySqdoxiDhow1S25NtRemfpFn1m9CYbldHcbyzD3xV3/s739/download-621x739.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="621" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxa8gyAd4MYPrtjCjEJUK4JD0Xm2I_H46cdut-RhRvZG4RYVfixRVKRh4gF-aIfvg4MQSwLDsuYH5TbbSGw3_mHxL49j7YMCoc6QMvlBm5zU2ydEGsKT5do0mTJVhASDL42pCaK6XgmjObUZwt7ySqdoxiDhow1S25NtRemfpFn1m9CYbldHcbyzD3xV3/s320/download-621x739.png" width="269" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="color: #535a62; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bonus Content</span></strong><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">THE SHINY PENNY - A Short Story<br /><em><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #535a62;">Christmas Eve 1878<br /></span></span></em>Molly Hart Ryan and her sister, Emma Blackmore, return to the abandoned Hart Ranch to visit the gravesites of their folks. While confronting the past revives a deep heartache and sadness that has long been buried, it also offers an unexpected gift.</p><p class="MsoNormal">SONG OF THE WREN - A Novella<br /><em><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #535a62;">October 1879<br /></span></span></em>Matt Ryan finds more than rustlers when his cattle begin disappearing. Forced to confront an enemy he thought long gone, he must ready for a fight, but he’s never faced a battlefield like this before, and only his wife, Molly, can save him this time.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Also included are three essays by the author about creating the series:<br /></b>Naming A Series After Birds<br />The Psychology Behind the Wings of the West Series<br />Fun Facts about the Wings of the West Series</p><p class="MsoNormal"><em><b><span style="color: #535a62; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reading order of the Wings of the West Series:</span></b></em><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The Wren (Book 1)<br />The Dove (Book 2)<br />The Sparrow (Book 3)<br />The Blackbird (Book 4)<br /><em><span style="color: #535a62;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Shiny Penny (Short Story 4.1)<br /></span></span></em><em><span style="color: #535a62;"><span style="font-family: times;">Song of the Wren (Novella 4.2)</span><br /></span></em>The Bluebird (Book 5)<br />The Songbird (Book 6) - Novella<br />Echo of the Plains (Book 7) - Short Story<br />The Starling (Book 8)<br />The Canary (Book 9)<br />The Nighthawk (Book 10) - Preorder Now</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> <span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>Now Available</u></b></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Wren-Historical-Western-Romance-Wings/dp/1952801451/" target="_blank">Amazon US</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Wren-Historical-Western-Romance-Wings/dp/1952801451/" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Wren-Historical-Western-Romance-Wings/dp/1952801451/" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Wren-Historical-Western-Romance-Wings/dp/1952801451/" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/book/1144512348" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.walmart.com/ip/Wings-of-the-West-The-Wren-Hardcover-9781952801457/5291556177" target="_blank">Walmart</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.booktopia.com.au/the-wren-kristy-mccaffrey/book/9781952801457.html" target="_blank">Booktopia</a></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/1657094230/signed-copy-of-the-wren-a-20th" target="_blank">Kristy's Etsy Shop</a></o:p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcNA86rcBnOJXz5NLgDAapwpCY-dk83I9dTS5WqR-D2bNKVY5fiSt4m90cpucNAeYSmzqsL6r3kQPAegDnmEWCmO6U0Y3AamMMItGflz1EXElILmPeLc3U781BViPzKHJm-iyEWqQzmgXDMPFQRDg_PQZa0zoVVp1gRMkxvhB73_DNE99b4RGBAM-jHU3/s500/Logo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGcNA86rcBnOJXz5NLgDAapwpCY-dk83I9dTS5WqR-D2bNKVY5fiSt4m90cpucNAeYSmzqsL6r3kQPAegDnmEWCmO6U0Y3AamMMItGflz1EXElILmPeLc3U781BViPzKHJm-iyEWqQzmgXDMPFQRDg_PQZa0zoVVp1gRMkxvhB73_DNE99b4RGBAM-jHU3/s320/Logo3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-12192957082893686952024-01-01T01:00:00.000-08:002024-01-01T01:00:00.251-08:00Jerome, Arizona<p style="text-align: right;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiep6TvIQuCtX03Dfw8gcaCyJd0vJmVGEOABeSEgM9bzRvV_l_lSbB-poz5a2jstr7w9Dk3gE2kCZYzR0xBP782izM8a-Zrl_DFhU9NJ7ltPktuoRbOU9KsviC91vowmpECqsWXDrNr8ussc-IA4DY4L0Q_kUdKJibp72yD5hSXpqFCEfFZGf-81QMLVeg/s1200/JeromeArizona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiep6TvIQuCtX03Dfw8gcaCyJd0vJmVGEOABeSEgM9bzRvV_l_lSbB-poz5a2jstr7w9Dk3gE2kCZYzR0xBP782izM8a-Zrl_DFhU9NJ7ltPktuoRbOU9KsviC91vowmpECqsWXDrNr8ussc-IA4DY4L0Q_kUdKJibp72yD5hSXpqFCEfFZGf-81QMLVeg/s320/JeromeArizona.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Happy 2024! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday with your family and friends. This year brings a new addition to my Wings of the West series. THE NIGHTHAWK is Book Ten and will be released July 17, 2024. You can <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/the-nighthawk/" target="_blank">pre-order a digital copy today</a>. The story takes place in Jerome, Arizona Territory, in 1899. It’s a lovely little town with great views of the red rocks of Sedona in the distance.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLZOZkjlVHHZmpeyltv2_b4SH6l4rFCktI3XtZDwpR4CDRr5dV4RQNxvy45zi_HoHVgQIK7nsYYvSfVa6ggnZzhV1zri87HtnP2njUpKnqCyLz3CJTX9jJ9vRM6GXNvq_N7KIQ6DlfL4F3T272YB2h6sztWGBzJI-fctguMggf85jpJQ4k_k5Kay2eP6r/s1080/NighthawkIGPost%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLZOZkjlVHHZmpeyltv2_b4SH6l4rFCktI3XtZDwpR4CDRr5dV4RQNxvy45zi_HoHVgQIK7nsYYvSfVa6ggnZzhV1zri87HtnP2njUpKnqCyLz3CJTX9jJ9vRM6GXNvq_N7KIQ6DlfL4F3T272YB2h6sztWGBzJI-fctguMggf85jpJQ4k_k5Kay2eP6r/s320/NighthawkIGPost%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Today Jerome is known for its art scene and wineries, but in the 1800’s it was called the “Wickedest Town in the West.” Built on Cleopatra Hill, it sat on a vast deposit of copper.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o6zIFi3JLnZ4cewap6mnNpKaUkJ-QiWT_jQI2RTC7K_oscKhuNP8bhxcFNTy-W64-BOqbtskf5x_KtMbB8K9XQVigApUrZ5oEK_WWqyJ5WfOrvRGoyLP4nxLHCmgoXQCzmN4Gtc8Rl3ADiruTYANT8A6HeIgTL-YDFzpAFv3KbQOEY8ooxtePJOe01Pe/s1132/jerome_az_ca1897_77888.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="1132" height="187" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5o6zIFi3JLnZ4cewap6mnNpKaUkJ-QiWT_jQI2RTC7K_oscKhuNP8bhxcFNTy-W64-BOqbtskf5x_KtMbB8K9XQVigApUrZ5oEK_WWqyJ5WfOrvRGoyLP4nxLHCmgoXQCzmN4Gtc8Rl3ADiruTYANT8A6HeIgTL-YDFzpAFv3KbQOEY8ooxtePJOe01Pe/s320/jerome_az_ca1897_77888.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jerome 1897</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><br />Prehistoric Native Americans were the first miners. Later, the Spaniards came seeking gold, followed by an influx of Americans, Mexicans, Croatians, Irish, Italians, and Chinese. It was a raucous town filled with miners, freighters, gamblers, bootleggers, saloons, prostitutes, and preachers. The copper deposits discovered here are among some of the richest ever found.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The Nighthawk</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4zCmC9tfczxlUY3W5G8HiaTCRw773X29435vzSxTYg8nRddlins0XWlxCQGujZYno7wzMum49TQaAjYNKut9Conps9JFiBZIzhonQKvm2zZ5U6DSl4Sk5QmBsBdZwiEvaze5-AQM896ozuyuvxCoXw3ba4lAabwL-u8fJyhtcyIjMgGJEszyxRjLslVe/s2700/CoverFinalLG-TheNightHawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4zCmC9tfczxlUY3W5G8HiaTCRw773X29435vzSxTYg8nRddlins0XWlxCQGujZYno7wzMum49TQaAjYNKut9Conps9JFiBZIzhonQKvm2zZ5U6DSl4Sk5QmBsBdZwiEvaze5-AQM896ozuyuvxCoXw3ba4lAabwL-u8fJyhtcyIjMgGJEszyxRjLslVe/s320/CoverFinalLG-TheNightHawk.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sophie Ryan’s dream of working for a newspaper has come true. Accompanied by her cousin, Lucas Blackmore, a newly appointed U.S. Deputy Marshal, she arrives in Jerome, one of the richest mining towns in America. And one of the most remote. Although she’s been hired to report for the <i>Jerome Mining News</i> on education and cultural issues, she soon finds herself immersed in something more serious when she finds an enigmatic injured man in the Black Hills claiming to be an ornithologist.</p><p class="MsoNormal">U.S. Deputy Marshal Benton McKay is undercover tracking the notorious train robbing Weaver gang, and the trail ends in Jerome. When he’s injured in the Black Hills and found by a determined and beautiful young woman, he must gain her trust to keep his identity a secret. But keeping her out of trouble proves a challenge, especially with her cousin assigned to assist him. As they track down the band of outlaws, another agenda emerges—the renegades are searching for lost gold believed to have been left behind by the Spanish Conquistadors. And Sophie Ryan is determined to report on it.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Come along with Sophie and McKay as they find adventure, mystery, and love.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Sophie is the daughter of Logan and Claire from THE DOVE.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pre-order The Nighthawk</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CC7Z3TMX" target="_blank">Amazon US</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CC7Z3TMX" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0CC7Z3TMX" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0CC7Z3TMX" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-nighthawk/id6451427801" target="_blank">Apple Books</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nighthawk-kristy-mccaffrey/1143803050?ean=2940160781921" target="_blank">Nook</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Kobo, Google Play and Paperbacks will be coming.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSRDHlRNw33NuZqCepl6tvA5pMZIriBrtYpJdNczeYVoyWR1eI3v4dQCEH9V7E_NwxplUsyPxw9uU02tfC5uvEx7SmeMDj2fS-ok1aAUtXr3_8PDOc1xlHN1fb1ZT3hUU-ZZU8hcCDWl8EAOcnXTNLbF9MGdKNoMyzgx6OWuwNHpLNcRLdVIUo-Dqc_eQ/s940/HappyNewYear2024A%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfSRDHlRNw33NuZqCepl6tvA5pMZIriBrtYpJdNczeYVoyWR1eI3v4dQCEH9V7E_NwxplUsyPxw9uU02tfC5uvEx7SmeMDj2fS-ok1aAUtXr3_8PDOc1xlHN1fb1ZT3hUU-ZZU8hcCDWl8EAOcnXTNLbF9MGdKNoMyzgx6OWuwNHpLNcRLdVIUo-Dqc_eQ/w400-h335/HappyNewYear2024A%20(1).png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-59634277984128290062023-12-16T14:55:00.000-08:002023-12-16T14:55:12.065-08:00A Mirthful Wish is out!!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXowdusvTazkeXIuW7kcpsemuNyBMhXCeS60aF7-OjdS4icrs9HXzyLUt7Lp0oTYf2nn6kII-MJ06x_yNHduNa576hBtiesAw24q3Gjry1NXkkIIHjw_wazWtvLnsandTmIgr5ypeqgEtuo5Rw80ObG0_DYKPc52Mmx2nu8eACGJqUBdjxunkfFj7Y1nY/s1200/A%20Mirthful%20Wish%20is%20out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXowdusvTazkeXIuW7kcpsemuNyBMhXCeS60aF7-OjdS4icrs9HXzyLUt7Lp0oTYf2nn6kII-MJ06x_yNHduNa576hBtiesAw24q3Gjry1NXkkIIHjw_wazWtvLnsandTmIgr5ypeqgEtuo5Rw80ObG0_DYKPc52Mmx2nu8eACGJqUBdjxunkfFj7Y1nY/s320/A%20Mirthful%20Wish%20is%20out.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p>Long before Santa and his magical reindeer, there were tales of a female reindeer who drew the sleigh of the sun goddess at the winter solstice. Unlike male reindeer who shed their antlers in the winter, it is the larger and stronger doe who retains hers to help forage for food for her young. And it's she who leads the herds throughout the winter months.</p><p>Santa Claus is a Christianized version of the pagan traditions of winter, which included stories of the ancient Deer Mother. She flew through the winter's darkest night with the life-giving light of the sun in her horns. There are many winter goddesses in the Nordic countries. In one tale, Saule, the Lithuanian and Latvian goddess of the sun, flew across the heavens in a sleigh pulled by a horned reindeer and threw pebbles of amber<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span>symbolizing the sun<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">—</span>into chimneys.</p><p>In Finnish lore there exists the story of the Vaadin, a female reindeer crafted from bones of stone, a flesh of moss, and skin made of birch bark. She was used by shamans in journeys of knowledge to create magical items.</p><p>In my new Christmas romance release, I play with the mythology of the Vaadin. If a couple sees her, they're granted true love.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATm4WPy9xl9HoY-765I_3mvay3OKOAir2aHHB5YYtHFMTBgvbPtbUyHgimwKZBmGD-Rp0mzvWfCCx3spZSLeGDNoEa-crFJG3PyoT1xS3tMDgsE_YhlCtPsAfObjsTT2uFYiTC4-n45XybjHz_b0gp_ClIJ_cFU4bX6smo92QPWDV7__TvJ_Pf1z5jljo/s1080/MW.IGPost2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATm4WPy9xl9HoY-765I_3mvay3OKOAir2aHHB5YYtHFMTBgvbPtbUyHgimwKZBmGD-Rp0mzvWfCCx3spZSLeGDNoEa-crFJG3PyoT1xS3tMDgsE_YhlCtPsAfObjsTT2uFYiTC4-n45XybjHz_b0gp_ClIJ_cFU4bX6smo92QPWDV7__TvJ_Pf1z5jljo/s320/MW.IGPost2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Mirthful Wish is <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/a-mirthful-wish/" target="_blank">now available in eBook and paperback</a>.</div><p class="MsoNormal">The Thatcher-Adler feud goes back generations. Despite this,
Ellie Thatcher befriended Liam Adler when she was a girl. She even managed to
get a job at the Adler Reindeer Farm while in high school, the very farm that
had once belonged to her family. Now, with college and a stint working overseas
behind her, she’s returning home to Reindeer Pass to open a photography studio.
But the feud has been reignited and Ellie and Liam are about to get dragged
into the middle of it.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Liam Adler has returned to the Colorado town where he grew
up to take over the family business after the sudden death of his father. It
wasn’t the life path he’d planned, and now he must convince old Eustace Hapgood
to sell his land to the Adlers and not the Thatchers. And his opponent is none
other than Ellie Thatcher—no longer the sweet and funny little girl he
remembers, but all grown-up and strikingly beautiful. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Years ago, Eustace told a young Ellie and Liam about the
Legend of Reindeer Pass, where a rare Arctic reindeer herd is rumored to have
lived since the first Thatcher and Adler men settled in the valley in the
1800’s. When Ellie and Liam appear before the old man, Eustace tells them he
will sell to the first to see the Vaadin, the largest of the elusive female
reindeer. But there is more to the legend … only the pure of heart are
presented with such a gift. And to a special few, true love is granted.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>When Christmas comes around, everyone has their own
special wish. For some, those wishes are as simple as getting the perfect gift
for that special someone. For others, those wishes are much bigger. Especially,
when they wish for love.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Everyone deserves the gift of love, but sometimes that's
more complicated than it should be.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>This year is different.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>For those pure of heart, their wishes, even their wishes
for true love, just might be granted.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>Wishing for Love</i> is a heartwarming series
about Christmas wishes of love coming true for those who have the purest of
hearts. If you're looking for a feel-good read this holiday season, pick up A
MIRTHFUL WISH to meet the authors of this heartwarming holiday romance series
and find your next happy ever after.</b><b><span style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic",sans-serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: medium;">Don't miss more books in the Wishing for Love series. Check them all out <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C8637HTJ" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51ihNOuLmu6xGzPhfrrw3TUStSOuYxJ-mgwZhAITO5ozGqX_YYmvNs0Ybrmwkz-TmbpKgXSYmlX1Bf_tfkTQLKPrZeD0zndSsWfd79SZMMuNHh8wcvKhtO2_8nZCcl8C5H2t0jAdadd-LZJlLr47lYlKlMHtbTVO2cR9RVvc3aMWWKRIoHo4vi4iCTPrh/s1080/StockingUp.Reindeer1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51ihNOuLmu6xGzPhfrrw3TUStSOuYxJ-mgwZhAITO5ozGqX_YYmvNs0Ybrmwkz-TmbpKgXSYmlX1Bf_tfkTQLKPrZeD0zndSsWfd79SZMMuNHh8wcvKhtO2_8nZCcl8C5H2t0jAdadd-LZJlLr47lYlKlMHtbTVO2cR9RVvc3aMWWKRIoHo4vi4iCTPrh/s320/StockingUp.Reindeer1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Read a prequel to A MIRTHFUL WISH in the FREE anthology, <i>Stocking Up For Christmas</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Download your copy <a href="https://dl.bookfunnel.com/bvxkzbdkc8" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></p><div style="text-align: left;"><b><u><i>Excerpt from A Mirthful Wish</i></u></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Without warning, Ellie kissed him, bold and hungry. Wrapping
his arms around her, Liam shifted her out of sight. There was nothing soft and
chaste about them finally coming together, the contact escalating quickly to a
heat level he was unprepared for.<o:p></o:p></p><div>
<p class="MsoNormal">He’d anticipated this going differently—slower and more
private—but nothing with Ellie ever seemed to go to plan.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ellie broke contact first, her breath fast and hot against
his lips. A lingering taste of marinara sauce and sexy Ellie remained.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He didn’t know what to say.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“There was mistletoe,” she whispered, looking as stunned as
he felt.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her eyes flicked upward. A green sprig hung from a hook
above their table.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, then left him standing
alone in the nook, too shocked to speak, a cold wave engulfing him after the
loss of her heat.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Liam scrubbed a hand down his face, waiting for his
heartbeat to slow to a reasonable rate.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When Ryan joined him, his brother frowned. “What’s wrong?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I think I’ve underestimated Ellie Thatcher.”<o:p></o:p></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Mirthful Wish is available at</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B0BRDK78HT/" target="_blank">Amazon US</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B0BRDK78HT/" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B0BRDK78HT/" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B0BRDK78HT/" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.in/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B0BRDK78HT/" target="_blank">Amazon IN</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/a-mirthful-wish/id6445269014" target="_blank">Apple Books</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-mirthful-wish" target="_blank">Kobo</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-mirthful-wish-kristy-mccaffrey/1142899492?ean=2940186796343" target="_blank">Nook</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kristy_McCaffrey_A_Mirthful_Wish?id=hfLnEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google Play Books</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mirthful-Wish-Kristy-McCaffrey/dp/1952801346/" target="_blank">Paperback</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/75459366-a-mirthful-wish" target="_blank">Add it on Goodreads</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/books/a-mirthful-wish-an-enemies-to-lovers-christmas-romance-wishing-for-love-by-kristy-mccaffrey" target="_blank">Find it on BookBub</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilc_TDm2qbyehT4F2URhyphenhyphenD5_I79yUb3hhbcbnPHy7wQn9jT9FVF1Pf66ibwESlLCTO8HF6oWRJUlGoHzFOogpqlHAR1zzupzn2CJZzuGdyDXYpC3Dq2DKSDiigCAolEm1cpqllQnQMguxLVYEKYHQ_wGtNUuxU6QUaXvoQix3S_6w_DEEGDH4pgvRJl9gY/s500/Logo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilc_TDm2qbyehT4F2URhyphenhyphenD5_I79yUb3hhbcbnPHy7wQn9jT9FVF1Pf66ibwESlLCTO8HF6oWRJUlGoHzFOogpqlHAR1zzupzn2CJZzuGdyDXYpC3Dq2DKSDiigCAolEm1cpqllQnQMguxLVYEKYHQ_wGtNUuxU6QUaXvoQix3S_6w_DEEGDH4pgvRJl9gY/s320/Logo2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Find more info at <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/" target="_blank">Kristy's website</a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="color: #38761d; font-size: large; font-weight: 700; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-65316501634683463222023-11-06T01:00:00.001-08:002023-11-06T01:00:00.132-08:00Don't Miss This Christmas Story Collection<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZhDDdkr4i_4OzRNwtsSXEGR2KNTaFFS3lCTBYD3eOl2sv7W5JK17C_uYYtsVHrV3IKqCNSuWa8GYOFGLiWTm0zhLb-ApZoww_s3x2hA10GpYJrBHiXMwgPZkCV55QNzTsm5azR4_uZSAHzuvjT98EAXKi5VDrEqCw75TTtXl9zy0eptD8eSEqU2PEf07/s1200/FreeChristmasNovellas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvZhDDdkr4i_4OzRNwtsSXEGR2KNTaFFS3lCTBYD3eOl2sv7W5JK17C_uYYtsVHrV3IKqCNSuWa8GYOFGLiWTm0zhLb-ApZoww_s3x2hA10GpYJrBHiXMwgPZkCV55QNzTsm5azR4_uZSAHzuvjT98EAXKi5VDrEqCw75TTtXl9zy0eptD8eSEqU2PEf07/w400-h209/FreeChristmasNovellas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><em>By Kristy McCaffrey</em></p><!-- wp:paragraph -->
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<p>I'm excited to be part of a multi-author holiday project this year. While each book will begin releasing in December, we have a special treat for readers - a collection of prequel short stories you can download now for FREE!</p>
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<p>In this limited-edition Christmas romance collection love blooms underneath the mistletoe as holiday wishes of the heart come true. Get snowed in with these stories where anything can happen through the magic of Christmas—and love.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">This multi-author holiday romance collection features these stories by the following authors:<br /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">A Gingerbread Wish by Kari Shuey</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">I’ll Be Home for Christmas by PG Forte</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Christmas Hero by Quinn Marlowe</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Home for the Honeymoon by Sharon Wray</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">A Christmas Cowboy Crush by Megan Ryder</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">The Best present Ever by Debra Deasey</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Magda’s Gift by TK Eldridge</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Spelled In Wonder by Jaelle Keyes</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Someone Like Him for Christmas by Susanna Eastman</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Tinseltown Dreams by Kristen Fray</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">The Reindeer That Got Away by Kristy McCaffrey</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">The Buck Eye Cowboy by Jamie K. Schmidt</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Holly’s Christmas Miracle by Pandora Snow</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">It includes my short story THE REINDEER THAT GOT AWAY</p>
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<p>The Thatcher-Adler feud goes back several generations and is well known in Reindeer Pass, Colorado. When a teenaged Liam Adler befriends young Ellie Thatcher, he’s amused by her tenacious curiosity to find the white reindeer rumored to be living in the nearby mountains. As they continue to cross paths through the years, Liam’s fondness turns to something more. But there’s still the issue of the family feud …</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">DOWNLOAD <a href="https://BookHip.com/SKRLKDR">YOUR COPY HERE</a>.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">The story will continue in A MIRTHFUL WISH, available December 14, 2023!</p>
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<p>The Thatcher-Adler feud goes back generations. Despite this, Ellie Thatcher befriended Liam Adler when she was a girl. She even managed to get a job at the Adler Reindeer Farm while in high school, the very farm that had once belonged to her family. Now, with college and a stint working overseas behind her, she’s returning home to Reindeer Pass to open a photography studio. But the feud has been reignited and Ellie and Liam are about to get dragged into the middle of it. </p>
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<p>Liam Adler has returned to the Colorado town where he grew up to take over the family business after the sudden death of his father. It wasn’t the life path he’d planned, and now he must convince old Eustace who lives in the Buckley Cabin to sell his adjacent land to the Adlers and not the Thatchers. And his opponent is none other than Ellie Thatcher—no longer the sweet and funny little girl he remembers, but all grown-up and strikingly beautiful. </p>
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<p>Years ago, Eustace told a young Ellie and Liam about the Legend of Reindeer Pass, where a rare Arctic reindeer herd is rumored to have lived since the first Thatcher and Adler men settled in the valley in the 1800’s. When Ellie and Liam appear before the old man, Eustace tells them he will sell to the first to see the Vaadin, the largest of the elusive female reindeer. But there is more to the legend … only the pure of heart are presented with such a gift. And to a special few, true love is granted. </p>
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<p><strong>When Christmas comes around, everyone has their own special wish. For some, those wishes are as simple as getting the perfect gift for that special someone. For others, those wishes are much bigger. Especially, when they wish for love.</strong><strong> </strong></p>
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<p><strong>Everyone deserves the gift of love, but sometimes that's more complicated than it should be.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>This year is different.</strong></p>
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<p><strong>For those pure of heart, their wishes, even their wishes for true love, just might be granted.</strong><strong> </strong></p>
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<p><strong><em>Wishing for Love</em> is a heartwarming series about Christmas wishes of love coming true for those who have the purest of hearts. If you're looking for a feel-good read this holiday season, pick up A MIRTHFUL WISH to meet the authors of this heartwarming holiday romance series and find your next happy ever after.</strong><strong></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/a-mirthful-wish/">Pre-order your copy</a> now!</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Read the <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/a-mirthful-wish-landing-page/">first three chapters of A MIRTHFUL WISH</a>.</strong></p>
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<!-- /wp:image --><br />Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-45892754126496741812023-07-25T16:00:00.000-07:002023-07-25T16:00:11.526-07:00The Canary is now available!<p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5mTAQzzkFySj7kVoNcZSclfsTcdPjac0usEjuOMsCGK4YkKms3-ppviS7Id5jUY5qh02-1VS14QUqjpHMdDHOp-4nI_0LYt_Jw71sDjJui9uOO5B_wOo277WN-nfWHol99L7A7V6_UO5E-fi5Ln_aOP8igZdAffV69OEqsZODivrMJjW_I8YbDhAzU0c/s1200/CanaryNowAvailable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5mTAQzzkFySj7kVoNcZSclfsTcdPjac0usEjuOMsCGK4YkKms3-ppviS7Id5jUY5qh02-1VS14QUqjpHMdDHOp-4nI_0LYt_Jw71sDjJui9uOO5B_wOo277WN-nfWHol99L7A7V6_UO5E-fi5Ln_aOP8igZdAffV69OEqsZODivrMJjW_I8YbDhAzU0c/s320/CanaryNowAvailable.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Paleontologist Jack Brenner enters a fake
marriage with Sarah Ryan to protect her in the Arizona wilderness ...</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lACR5FYlJCfAGtJgzDu47GgNbznxanPtzxXFp4ZTKdU6sxhEK_bfsn18CLjhvRoMkT5xhFM5pbWXyNtBJyKKZ5Q0CQB0EMLP9RMmrVzDIR0APA4hAwRWId2o_d5h4BHgcrrirL1N1eWLIDTeUoeoSXsT_4WzkHqz5oNwehj6srq-E_Ir9IgAlG7FPxKe/s1080/CanaryIGPost6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lACR5FYlJCfAGtJgzDu47GgNbznxanPtzxXFp4ZTKdU6sxhEK_bfsn18CLjhvRoMkT5xhFM5pbWXyNtBJyKKZ5Q0CQB0EMLP9RMmrVzDIR0APA4hAwRWId2o_d5h4BHgcrrirL1N1eWLIDTeUoeoSXsT_4WzkHqz5oNwehj6srq-E_Ir9IgAlG7FPxKe/s320/CanaryIGPost6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Read now in eBook or paperback at Amazon, Apple Books, Nook, Kobo, and Google Play Books.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Read Chapter One and find buy links <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/the-canary/" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">*****</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Arizona Territory<br /></b></i><i><b>1899</b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sarah Ryan grew up in Texas digging up animal bones and
potsherds, but she always dreamed of searching for the extraordinary dinosaur
fossils in the American West. When a wealthy benefactress gives her the
opportunity to join the team of esteemed paleontologist Dr. Allan Brenner, she
eagerly accepts. But when she arrives in the wild and wooly town of Holbrook,
Arizona Territory, ready to start digging, she’s faced with the very real
obstacle of being a female in a world dominated by men.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Dr. Jack Brenner is looking for his father who disappeared
into the Painted Desert two months ago. Mounting an expedition to find him,
Jack is suddenly saddled with Sarah Ryan, a young paleontology student hired as
an intern to his father. When Jack’s guide refuses to let Sarah accompany them
into the wilderness without a chaperone—and a colleague threatens her—he finds
himself in a pretend marriage to protect the determined woman whose passion for
paleontology was something he once possessed. But he has bigger problems than
his beautiful new wife—his father is pursuing a controversial theory about the
origin of birds, and it’s attracted the attention of men who would rather
destroy evidence than excavate it. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Sarah is the daughter of Logan and Claire from THE DOVE.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><u>The Wings of the West Series Reading Order<o:p></o:p></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Book One: The Wren<br />Book Two: The Dove<br />Book Three: The Sparrow<br />Book Four: The Blackbird<br />Book Five: The Bluebird<br />Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)<br />Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)<br />Book Eight: The Starling<br />Book Nine: The Canary<br />Book Ten: The Nighthawk (Coming Soon)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">*****</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6ygSgm0t6Uq-kgd1pzsPAvgdpfUJmoLCWGFToihoq2jXuvDpJqwn_tZZ_H3KJ1dKhd5_ERV7bmVro21mJ7vA5XMQhYra7QLCb3eei6yRtT22RdO3LLj5EXZVuwuOsHuY0KpUk9creg8pwW_-LBcvdBVOkMOYenfuTS2Kxb9kZCNbKfVvapSnrshuU9Qb/s1080/CanaryIGPost2%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6ygSgm0t6Uq-kgd1pzsPAvgdpfUJmoLCWGFToihoq2jXuvDpJqwn_tZZ_H3KJ1dKhd5_ERV7bmVro21mJ7vA5XMQhYra7QLCb3eei6yRtT22RdO3LLj5EXZVuwuOsHuY0KpUk9creg8pwW_-LBcvdBVOkMOYenfuTS2Kxb9kZCNbKfVvapSnrshuU9Qb/s320/CanaryIGPost2%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Read an excerpt</u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>(Jack and Sarah are searching for Jack's father, Dr. Allan Brenner. Isaac Dearborn was Allan's assistant for many years.)</i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Allan thinks the birds can be traced back to the
theropods,” Isaac said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sarah’s mind raced with the possibilities, and Jack’s
silence signaled the same.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Finally, she spoke. “Because of <i>Archaeopteryx</i>?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Yes,” Isaac said, his face its usual somber self.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She knew that fossils of <i>Archaeopteryx</i>, found over
thirty years ago in Germany, were of a primitive bird-like dinosaur with
evidence of feathers.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“But not everyone believes that birds were dinosaurs,” she
said. “Some say <i>Archaeopteryx </i>is a missing link between the two but that
doesn’t mean it’s true.” <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Jack said, “Dinosauria is divided into two clades:
Ornithischia and Saurischia. And everyone has always believed the birds to have
evolved from the first, not the theropods of the second. But if it’s true ….”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“<i>Archaeopteryx </i>was a theropod that lived during the
Jurassic,” Isaac said, “so Allan kept thinking … what came before? Could he
prove a connection to something in the Triassic?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Has my father spoken about this?” Jack asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Not publicly, no. He wanted to find proof. But I’m guessing
he has in private, which is how Dr. Pierce no doubt heard about it.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sarah was a bit stunned, and for the first time since
arriving she wondered if she was in the wrong place. She had admired Dr. Allan
Brenner and the work he’d done in the quarries in Wyoming and the fossils he’d
excavated from this area, but was she now to be associated with a man who might
be committing career suicide?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
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The town was named after chief engineer Henry Randolph Holbrook and the railroad sold a million acres to a Boston investment group which established the Aztec Land and Cattle Company—known as the Hashknife Outfit—making Holbrook its headquarters.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp1UGoG18BZPgyBaZ7N6_Ct6lZcVXpcN0CFXxPE-q6aeQs5-KALcHuK5BgaQiNhqQM-cx2CsgZ6h0QrEoGQVzmGIXVbphVejZX9W6xsRqwAW5Lx1b31Er5Dd23v66yldeAeoetc7v7FHbGY3Nw3ZMUNGNH_Ne9nK-on8xGNX3vmGZVvfPE8EnpcbpZkUn/s700/HolbrookAZ1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="700" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmp1UGoG18BZPgyBaZ7N6_Ct6lZcVXpcN0CFXxPE-q6aeQs5-KALcHuK5BgaQiNhqQM-cx2CsgZ6h0QrEoGQVzmGIXVbphVejZX9W6xsRqwAW5Lx1b31Er5Dd23v66yldeAeoetc7v7FHbGY3Nw3ZMUNGNH_Ne9nK-on8xGNX3vmGZVvfPE8EnpcbpZkUn/s320/HolbrookAZ1900.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Historic Holbrook, Arizona Territory</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">The constant presence of outlaws along with endless cattle and horse rustling made the area quite lawless. Holbrook was known as “the town too tough for women and churches.” The Pleasant Valley War was a long, bloody skirmish that took place in the 1880’s, with many of the confrontations in and around Holbrook. However, in 1895 the town became the county seat of Navajo County. By 1902 the Hashknife was bankrupt, and the land was sold to the Babbitt brothers.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLXF86iaqnvjIqtrJ2p-SH5O1p5tMGstPp4yAbaeaz0v8pa8gImFUqsuVrCU-NbMadRzIpxyb3cQgMoyVjnvuJjgOpBbEKpxX5d6lIogd5d49slz_SPZ35hIG6BTlwYFVn8g7YscQuCzaSsaPOpuIt0Pk2cK5p_397uI9U3PQ9b5KYkIZUlifNr8lI-7S/s2000/Depositphotos_119128318_L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1335" data-original-width="2000" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLXF86iaqnvjIqtrJ2p-SH5O1p5tMGstPp4yAbaeaz0v8pa8gImFUqsuVrCU-NbMadRzIpxyb3cQgMoyVjnvuJjgOpBbEKpxX5d6lIogd5d49slz_SPZ35hIG6BTlwYFVn8g7YscQuCzaSsaPOpuIt0Pk2cK5p_397uI9U3PQ9b5KYkIZUlifNr8lI-7S/w320-h214/Depositphotos_119128318_L.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Petrified Forest</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">President Theodore Roosevelt named the Petrified Forest a National Monument in 1906. In 1926, the Beale Wagon Road became Route 66, passing through both the Petrified Forest and Holbrook, and tourism began taking over the economy.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1Uyfnv5oyTueN44kDyN0kAb2euABVI3ezJwt2sJHBVpO8FU-2J8GM7PQQt8PbmtdNVhyrHRsJ3noNsfyWNpTKoH2B6xBiWYRGrPLwmU9U9w5gZ8idhlPiNDVN5PNoKexam0x5O9VRUfCcU1NK8I3s4xQKiJnUmUn7wbFGCNQZWMi3H9XQUZkArzjSF1X/s1080/CanaryIGPost%20(3).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz1Uyfnv5oyTueN44kDyN0kAb2euABVI3ezJwt2sJHBVpO8FU-2J8GM7PQQt8PbmtdNVhyrHRsJ3noNsfyWNpTKoH2B6xBiWYRGrPLwmU9U9w5gZ8idhlPiNDVN5PNoKexam0x5O9VRUfCcU1NK8I3s4xQKiJnUmUn7wbFGCNQZWMi3H9XQUZkArzjSF1X/s320/CanaryIGPost%20(3).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In my upcoming book, THE CANARY, Sarah Ryan arrives in Holbrook in 1899 to meet with esteemed paleontologist Dr. Allan Brenner. But instead, she finds herself in the company of his son, Jack.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><u>Excerpt<o:p></o:p></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>(Sarah initially confuses Jack with his father, Allan, whom she's never met.)</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sarah hadn’t expected Dr. Brenner to be so young. Or tall, his stance beneath his hat and duster exuding self-assurance. She had never met the esteemed paleontologist in person, but he was … different than she had imagined. Her smile slipped a bit. Could he have possibly written all those papers in the last four or five years he was credited with? He appeared to be around thirty years old, and that would mean he’d been doing extensive field work while earning his doctorate. It stretched credibility.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Dr. Brenner was looking at her as if he didn’t know who she was. Well, obviously he didn’t, since they had never met, but it appeared he hadn’t been expecting her.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Did you get the letter from Mrs. Parks?” she asked.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Yes.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, good. Then you knew I was coming.” He was here, so he was awaiting someone. She relaxed a little. Traveling alone from Boston had a been a bit nerve-wracking, but she had kept reminding herself that she was made of sterner stock than most. She was a Ryan after all. A daughter and niece of the well-known Texas Ryans, Blackmores, and Walkers.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a woman,” Dr. Brenner stated<a name="_Hlk133498790">, his brows furrowed in a way that reminded her of her favorite horse, Chip, when he wanted another carrot, but she wouldn’t give him one.</a></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Last time I looked,” she replied cheerfully. She’d been given the break of a lifetime when Mrs. Parks had hired her for this dig. She wasn’t going to let anything get her down.</p><p class="MsoNormal">When consternation remained on his quite-handsome face, she added, “Is that a problem?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“I was told to meet an S. Ryan. I’d assumed you were ….”</p><p class="MsoNormal">When he paused, she waited, but when he didn’t finish the sentence, it became clear what he was going to say. “A man,” she said.</p><p class="MsoNormal">He sighed and looked away. “Yes.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSStYS7NdGA7AIJDyBwaGP0qnJ8eBgfbkUXghz-oXfwFG2u1L5cu1lYfm7l3VckGHTV5iZr9KhAuMXxrbpN_WvMc5rqXh4f0o-sOfUwFTJ7i4gG5cTHEIpXw04v_bKbrdGasT_uFkmDnLyo-4hK7nh7XSJAl-l0zHqgs4REfo8z5JxdHA0OZYdReo2P4_D/s1080/CanaryIGPost%20(9).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSStYS7NdGA7AIJDyBwaGP0qnJ8eBgfbkUXghz-oXfwFG2u1L5cu1lYfm7l3VckGHTV5iZr9KhAuMXxrbpN_WvMc5rqXh4f0o-sOfUwFTJ7i4gG5cTHEIpXw04v_bKbrdGasT_uFkmDnLyo-4hK7nh7XSJAl-l0zHqgs4REfo8z5JxdHA0OZYdReo2P4_D/s320/CanaryIGPost%20(9).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Canary release July 25, 2023! Pre-order <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/the-canary/">the eBook here</a>.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-56961199089269980312023-06-05T02:00:00.001-07:002023-06-05T02:00:00.130-07:00Coelophysis: Dinosaur of the Old West<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKMYLhTRpNpv47A2PlsWEqrP6hyYbGvnzOZ9xuBOvmQCjt5d27GNJOkpvJSGUkz1XRQq5wF2_fGx2nZFKxbUTToWYhNEY6u2_E0ANlkpS5lpqre5jb1I1vSrrigJsHzPMhuowJ7VCON63JTdG6asAh1cp5gC6TUY70HGhN7Fb9F6U9dvBR62bs_aUAg/s1200/CoelophysisDinoOfOldWest.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKMYLhTRpNpv47A2PlsWEqrP6hyYbGvnzOZ9xuBOvmQCjt5d27GNJOkpvJSGUkz1XRQq5wF2_fGx2nZFKxbUTToWYhNEY6u2_E0ANlkpS5lpqre5jb1I1vSrrigJsHzPMhuowJ7VCON63JTdG6asAh1cp5gC6TUY70HGhN7Fb9F6U9dvBR62bs_aUAg/s320/CoelophysisDinoOfOldWest.png" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br style="text-align: left;" /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">When you think of dinosaurs, <i>Tyrannosaurus rex</i> comes to mind but there were many types of theropod that came before it. <i>Coelophysis</i> was a small bipedal carnivore and was one of the earliest dinosaurs to walk the earth. It was also an ancestor of <i>T. rex</i>.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PKKqjOPoarkor0jl_70H38VqKsh4lKhcj_Ohu2rCF0c5pQk-POiIF3I--JN9IjvML1VA2AqWcUC2lCrf1J6aFs950hXxCgU6XaHMSwbkx0uP6iQ8kMJjDC7EQ7qAbNrRRkKZ4r4A-NOj1LywBL25XW76ji0pQeW9Y7RHWHu4shT18hVx_JzWAThh8A/s2000/Depositphotos_132536146_L.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1414" data-original-width="2000" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PKKqjOPoarkor0jl_70H38VqKsh4lKhcj_Ohu2rCF0c5pQk-POiIF3I--JN9IjvML1VA2AqWcUC2lCrf1J6aFs950hXxCgU6XaHMSwbkx0uP6iQ8kMJjDC7EQ7qAbNrRRkKZ4r4A-NOj1LywBL25XW76ji0pQeW9Y7RHWHu4shT18hVx_JzWAThh8A/s320/Depositphotos_132536146_L.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Coelophysis</i>, a small dinosaur from the<br />Triassic Period (considered to be<br />the Dawn of the Dinosaurs)</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">Dinosaurs lived during the Mesozoic Era (sometimes called “the Age of Reptiles”), which spanned from 252 million years ago to 66 million years ago. It was comprised of the Triassic, Jurassic, and Cretaceous Periods. Early dinosaurs (such as <i>Coelophysis</i>) emerged in the Triassic, but they were quite small. Giants such as <i>T. rex</i> and enormous sauropods such as <i>Brontosaurus</i> and <i>Diplodocus</i> lived during the late Jurassic and Cretaceous.<o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjNOV5disfjtFiJTJKp3JQYjARvhxVMtcY1k5-YeWx9U8NOTc36j9Q1hqV7slrDrDHe6-t2jbp1OAIFfI5_sa5t54GDoGhuEscCUY0jsxQnbSvQimQS259qVj6tkh1ukxwLo2Iq4lJ2j7xnkW1Pd-jM8b7Mvq1wfikX5Nvv0z5dtaE0jvgQ8DbxwpeQ/s4032/IMG-9514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXjNOV5disfjtFiJTJKp3JQYjARvhxVMtcY1k5-YeWx9U8NOTc36j9Q1hqV7slrDrDHe6-t2jbp1OAIFfI5_sa5t54GDoGhuEscCUY0jsxQnbSvQimQS259qVj6tkh1ukxwLo2Iq4lJ2j7xnkW1Pd-jM8b7Mvq1wfikX5Nvv0z5dtaE0jvgQ8DbxwpeQ/s320/IMG-9514.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A <i>Coelophysis</i> fossil at the<br />Museum of Northern Arizona</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">In 1889, Edward Drinker Cope was the first to identify and name <i>Coelophysis</i>. The first remains were found by David Baldwin, an amateur fossil collector working for Cope, in 1881 in northwestern New Mexico. These first finds were too poorly preserved to give a full picture of the dinosaur, but in 1947 a massive graveyard of fossils was found in New Mexico containing many well-preserved and fully articulated specimens.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mIr7KsSCjMMDbM_pyB9xsHe2NRS4f5G7xJ2uYQ2bngqfEpYISdywQ1otLdnwsZYHWjK-R7_z0hbHTF-SgFIB8fMdEejG7bfk1KBznaHRZJnutDUulWUD1Q247gQsrV3wvg67mr1BP287D7F8VtNWP-KP7VPuePvw1f2u5H71bBmMBjcn9JkmrljVSQ/s2000/Depositphotos_27975675_L.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mIr7KsSCjMMDbM_pyB9xsHe2NRS4f5G7xJ2uYQ2bngqfEpYISdywQ1otLdnwsZYHWjK-R7_z0hbHTF-SgFIB8fMdEejG7bfk1KBznaHRZJnutDUulWUD1Q247gQsrV3wvg67mr1BP287D7F8VtNWP-KP7VPuePvw1f2u5H71bBmMBjcn9JkmrljVSQ/s320/Depositphotos_27975675_L.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is theorized that <i>Coelophysis</i> may have<br />run in packs, although no direct<br />evidence supports this</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal">There is wide consensus today that birds descended from theropods such as <i>Coelophysis</i>. (<i>T. rex</i> has more in common with the modern-day chicken than to a crocodile.) Both birds and theropods shared wishbones, likely incubated their eggs, had hollow bones, and were covered in feathers.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD39tBgjpA1zhrF28mECJRw8CPT9Kxnyl9hV_mCh7GOMUWP0urraTzc83wlmKDxqgUZmh8p7RCvFUD7rUC5hr--VbhdZMrH_GSb_1nl5zxIdYtcb56SDrfbN9F5yFUzirKRuuHDBo2qbSZN9HLxZ00QNu6DqTDChFbBSJhRozJ4qcWxZztUA_kKYceA/s2700/CoverFinalLG-TheCanary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD39tBgjpA1zhrF28mECJRw8CPT9Kxnyl9hV_mCh7GOMUWP0urraTzc83wlmKDxqgUZmh8p7RCvFUD7rUC5hr--VbhdZMrH_GSb_1nl5zxIdYtcb56SDrfbN9F5yFUzirKRuuHDBo2qbSZN9HLxZ00QNu6DqTDChFbBSJhRozJ4qcWxZztUA_kKYceA/s320/CoverFinalLG-TheCanary.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal">In my upcoming book, THE CANARY, Dr. Jack Brenner and Sarah Ryan are on the hunt in the Arizona desert for Jack’s father, the esteemed paleontologist Dr. Allan Brenner. And Allan is on the hunt for <i>Coelophysis</i>.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Coming July 25, 2023. <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/the-canary/" target="_blank">Pre-order a copy</a> today!!</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><u>Read an excerpt<o:p></o:p></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Jack and Sarah have entered a marriage of convenience for various reasons, one being her difficult relationship with one of her professors, Dr. Everett Pierce. Isaac is a Comanche friend and paleontology assistant of Jack’s father.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">“And why are you here, Dr. Pierce?” Sarah asked, sitting up straight and looking him in the eye. Either she was a very good actress, or her animosity was real. Jack at least had to concede that it was likely the latter. </p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve been contracted to explore the area,” he said.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“By whom?” Isaac cut in.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Roderick Melton.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">That Pierce was still tied to Melton shouldn’t have surprised Jack, but it did, despite that it was no secret Pierce’s father pulled strings wherever he could for his son. It had been a topic of gossip in paleontological circles that the elder Pierce had been trying to establish business relations with Roderick Melton. And then there’d been the business with Betsy. Unbeknownst to Jack, he’d been in a romantic triangle with her and Pierce, and while he blamed Pierce wholeheartedly for being an unethical ass, Betsy had decisively left Jack despite that he’d protected her from possibly going to jail, which probably wouldn’t have happened considering Roderick’s wealth.</p><p class="MsoNormal">But Pierce had never won Betsy’s hand—she had later married someone else—and it had been the one bright spot in an otherwise painful period of Jack’s life.</p><p class="MsoNormal">He kept his reaction to himself by raising his glass—the whiskey this time and not the beer—and nursing a long drink.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Isaac folded his hands together on the table. “Selling out, are you?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t give me the holier than thou speech,” Pierce replied with a smirk. “We’re all in it for the money. Private collectors have as much right to house collections as museums.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“At least we know now for certain,” Isaac said.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Pierce raised a brow. “What’s that?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“You have zero ethics.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>Unethical ass</i> echoed in Jack’s head.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Ethics don’t pay the bills,” Everett said. “And what about Allan Brenner? Who’s paying his bills?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">Jack and Isaac didn’t respond, so Sarah filled the empty space. “Yale University,” she said. “And Helen Parks, I would assume.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, of course,” Pierce said conversationally, leaning forward. “And she’s the one who hired you, right Sarah?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">Jack didn’t like the proprietary tone in Pierce’s voice as he said her first name.</p><p class="MsoNormal">“You know,” Pierce continued. “If you’d wanted a dig, you could have come to me. I could’ve introduced you to Melton.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Like you did with Jane?” she countered.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Pierce’s eyes narrowed and he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably. “Jane quit school, a reminder that women really don’t have what it takes to be out here.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve heard that could be said of some men, as well.” Sarah offered a polite smile while sipping her drink.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Jack tried not to laugh, but his lips twitched anyway.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Pierce rose to his feet. “I look forward to seeing you in class in the fall, <i>Mrs. Brenner</i>. I’m sure you’ll have much to share with the other students after your summer here.” He adjusted his jacket. “Gentlemen. I expect I’ll see you out there.”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“Not if I can help it,” Jack said plainly.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Pierce snatched the bottle of whiskey, clearly unwilling to leave the remainder with them. “Allan Brenner thinks he’s some sort of god out here. He’s not. </p><p class="MsoNormal">“I get it now,” Isaac said with a knowing nod. “You’re here to outshine him. How exactly do you propose to do that?”</p><p class="MsoNormal">“He’s pinned so many of his theories on <i>Coelophysis</i>,” Pierce said, “but he’s yet to find a full skeleton. And when I find one, I’ll debunk every hypothesis he’s put forward.”<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZ2F3MmqgrjgCv0PdkCN_Xb3oGxA9gGv-LqChqz9vD5kXyCa9oIXHLc5Oa6Q33ezTWhdhTnKJ3Ajc6-YN7uIEWOhWTOVIyHrq47POfV7ythXyLyJtDhuVAhyPubyS6Q4N_jm36DbS-6WkmInfoSMiGEjybAYed7y4M6R2BQEbC6Qq4EBsNFEBZsSBxQ/s500/Logo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnZ2F3MmqgrjgCv0PdkCN_Xb3oGxA9gGv-LqChqz9vD5kXyCa9oIXHLc5Oa6Q33ezTWhdhTnKJ3Ajc6-YN7uIEWOhWTOVIyHrq47POfV7ythXyLyJtDhuVAhyPubyS6Q4N_jm36DbS-6WkmInfoSMiGEjybAYed7y4M6R2BQEbC6Qq4EBsNFEBZsSBxQ/s320/Logo2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Learn more about Kristy's books at <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com" target="_blank">kristymccaffrey.com</a></span></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-17247225452955661682023-05-28T14:52:00.000-07:002023-05-28T14:52:01.936-07:00New Release!! Sapphire Waves is now available!!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdLOLtHp92xcOV3_GDporoJRZk-rsOKKBabswlIKflWtnObYWxNPNGj1jyGQOG1zeGPvYyLmq30sMLc71gvQXQx4lenbN_uvyoM_DBBDacDJGCzvho6INl3Fd8IctcxeQ8YzaUMbxmHVLcexeUF9mtPAXa_3eKgJMoGpUBKJsWDiUXXFwxvgCLfrpXA/s1080/SapphireWavesNewRelease%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdLOLtHp92xcOV3_GDporoJRZk-rsOKKBabswlIKflWtnObYWxNPNGj1jyGQOG1zeGPvYyLmq30sMLc71gvQXQx4lenbN_uvyoM_DBBDacDJGCzvho6INl3Fd8IctcxeQ8YzaUMbxmHVLcexeUF9mtPAXa_3eKgJMoGpUBKJsWDiUXXFwxvgCLfrpXA/s320/SapphireWavesNewRelease%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sapphire Waves is Book 7 in The Pathway Series, but this novella can be read as a standalone.</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>A second-chance romance in the gorgeous blue waters of the
Bahamas.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Missy Rembert interned at Shark Lab in the Bimini
Islands when she was a graduate student, and although she decided to change her
field of study from sharks to cephalopods, one thing marked her time there—a
fling with Josh McKittrick. Now she’s back in the Bahamas as part of a team
exploring a blue hole, and she’s stunned to come face-to-face with the only man
she’s ever regretted losing.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Josh McKittrick never thought he’d see Missy again.
After their brief relationship at Shark Lab went south, he was forced to put
her out of his mind and work became his haven. He knew she’d switched her
research focus, so he was certain they’d never cross paths. He should’ve known
better, because seeing her now is bringing back all the old feelings. Missy was
the only woman who had broken his heart, and he’ll be damned if he goes through
it a second time.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>Don’t miss an exclusive bonus story – Deep Blue Hawai’i –
featuring Grace and Alec from the novel DEEP BLUE.</b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Dr. Grace Mann and her boyfriend, underwater filmmaker Alec
Galloway, are in the Aloha State for a Galloway family Christmas. While surfing
Pipe is on the agenda for the boys, Grace finds a way to get in the water with
tiger sharks, but can Alec convince her to stay on dry land long enough for an
important question?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Read <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/sapphire-waves/" target="_blank">Chapter One</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">eBooks available at</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C68R3RHS/" target="_blank">Amazon US</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C68R3RHS/" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0C68R3RHS/" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0C68R3RHS/" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/sapphire-waves/id6449553940" target="_blank">Apple Books</a> | <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sapphire-waves-kristy-mccaffrey/1143551218?ean=2940160865584" target="_blank">Nook</a> | <a href="https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/sapphire-waves" target="_blank">Kobo</a> | <a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Kristy_McCaffrey_Sapphire_Waves?id=eePAEAAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google Play Books</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Paperbacks are coming.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Find it at <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/161610487-sapphire-waves" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc757njmQMhv4aQtnNeSPY_asIYIQWONIApK1vEFG7jOOSxwXIXyLzGMlr4I6f8fo02pBjC7XPFyVNKi6iih1vsutpKwndQ7Y-JPExDQfTYQme5pWSMuHnmIJONVpM9hRaVDnFueHm6cBuaQZ7D_iWO6-c8fiasFa4o986Rv7SvC4YdynTdA_uJC_0w/s2000/Depositphotos_4836623_L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="2000" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc757njmQMhv4aQtnNeSPY_asIYIQWONIApK1vEFG7jOOSxwXIXyLzGMlr4I6f8fo02pBjC7XPFyVNKi6iih1vsutpKwndQ7Y-JPExDQfTYQme5pWSMuHnmIJONVpM9hRaVDnFueHm6cBuaQZ7D_iWO6-c8fiasFa4o986Rv7SvC4YdynTdA_uJC_0w/s320/Depositphotos_4836623_L.jpg" width="320" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><u>Excerpt</u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Josh reached into his pack and pulled out a packet of gummy
bears.<o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“You still eating those things?” Missy asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He nodded, tearing the bag open and popping one into his
mouth. It was his stress food, and if ever there was a stressful situation,
this was it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Missy Rembert. He’d come to accept that he’d likely never
see her again. And now that he had, he was beginning to wish he hadn’t. He
didn’t appreciate the tightness in his chest or the constriction of his throat
as he sat beside her, pretending that she hadn’t completely broken his heart almost
four years ago.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He was over her. He really was.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYftEfZVCHeydqaE_7uuKP1hiMQFfpeyzir1b1JHwucL5QtMehMtNZvVwzql0NLZADeXN4r9O8XkyGoX9vpxRdxWLJGZ9G1nNTmWnLYAmoiCNsVy6xW7-cfsXbM80uBgwYN7BVp7cNSOVQWBvN_wEelxlb3vKI5NEFQ8dy-qz6zBEttkaO5Thdh_irPQ/s1999/Depositphotos_75423139_L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1999" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYftEfZVCHeydqaE_7uuKP1hiMQFfpeyzir1b1JHwucL5QtMehMtNZvVwzql0NLZADeXN4r9O8XkyGoX9vpxRdxWLJGZ9G1nNTmWnLYAmoiCNsVy6xW7-cfsXbM80uBgwYN7BVp7cNSOVQWBvN_wEelxlb3vKI5NEFQ8dy-qz6zBEttkaO5Thdh_irPQ/s320/Depositphotos_75423139_L.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2e7KpC0AEfPtK0r2Zgk737HNnZgn61fqRHRhSOid9NXYC0CdHkG7PQtiJQMmbg25oNvvgcFFnb-ljMe3-lQsWDcbL4aPkyjJVeg4sLzy7sRuHyLLhlH4XXYgan33lZs2SnyPnmQ_CcnUAivlmJOlaax7b34t5k86_MNIXDCiYEA2b5c_A7w5ywG_4RQ/s5490/KPM_5718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5490" data-original-width="3660" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2e7KpC0AEfPtK0r2Zgk737HNnZgn61fqRHRhSOid9NXYC0CdHkG7PQtiJQMmbg25oNvvgcFFnb-ljMe3-lQsWDcbL4aPkyjJVeg4sLzy7sRuHyLLhlH4XXYgan33lZs2SnyPnmQ_CcnUAivlmJOlaax7b34t5k86_MNIXDCiYEA2b5c_A7w5ywG_4RQ/w133-h200/KPM_5718.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kristy writes contemporary adventure romance as well as
historical western romance. Her stories are filled with emotion and heart, with
some steamy bits included. She lives in the Arizona desert with her husband and
their rescue dog, Jeb, an American bulldog, and she currently enjoys doting on
her new granddaughter while writing her next book. She's also trying to cut
back on her chai tea latte addiction. You can find her at <a href="http://kmccaffrey.com">kmccaffrey.com</a> and at
<a href="https://www.instagram.com/kristymccaffreybooks/" target="_blank">kristymccaffreybooks on Instagram</a>.<o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-29304456300486147872023-03-07T01:00:00.001-08:002023-03-07T01:00:00.162-08:00The Pathway Series has new covers!!<p> <i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zm6uJyYUUIdkLf3TUzG96JZcuGeO4xUasYoqaehcWW_COejoKVTeGxaAaBxX7xTMY__4G62k0k31Uvo24gLjYQXtOUEzvZTR4INnQD6tLDwCskspz6h86-oSrKfrjYZIreuCWe59gturAbVcncTYHek3wGanzBl2HnLXzaRMbnKy3U8daeeQCfJprw/s940/ThePathwaySeries4%20(5).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zm6uJyYUUIdkLf3TUzG96JZcuGeO4xUasYoqaehcWW_COejoKVTeGxaAaBxX7xTMY__4G62k0k31Uvo24gLjYQXtOUEzvZTR4INnQD6tLDwCskspz6h86-oSrKfrjYZIreuCWe59gturAbVcncTYHek3wGanzBl2HnLXzaRMbnKy3U8daeeQCfJprw/s320/ThePathwaySeries4%20(5).png" width="320" /></a></div><p>I'm so excited to share BRAND NEW covers for my Pathway series!! They better convey the tone of the books - romance and high adventure - and I couldn't be more pleased with how they turned out.</p><p style="text-align: center;">You can find more info about <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/pathway-book-page/" target="_blank">each story here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_8j_ezJQmU3PtM3fsbc_zWtEMgZ4TNRc50-8R0SDatu-YHJArpVKKemMFwQrRoxSOnDaoPSFhLFeKHSU4UzPa4U_w0GugyQWuZbK8EVtM_pQYjuw0MjCx7QfDssmXelr3va3tzsSCK5gv49xkunJWCdfTrcCh0GrqbBzwbEh1GQRqkpXy5C7Tb7kcQ/s2500/DeepBlue_McCaffrey_Amazon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2500" data-original-width="1667" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_8j_ezJQmU3PtM3fsbc_zWtEMgZ4TNRc50-8R0SDatu-YHJArpVKKemMFwQrRoxSOnDaoPSFhLFeKHSU4UzPa4U_w0GugyQWuZbK8EVtM_pQYjuw0MjCx7QfDssmXelr3va3tzsSCK5gv49xkunJWCdfTrcCh0GrqbBzwbEh1GQRqkpXy5C7Tb7kcQ/s320/DeepBlue_McCaffrey_Amazon.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-65895173045482289022023-03-04T13:53:00.003-08:002023-03-04T13:53:20.957-08:00The Sparrow is out in Italian<p> <i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljPehtdCRRigQGr0p4jK1edwXRf1dHS_k_79HQgs4SzsIszC8r7JJV5cK_Gu7KZjSy6oz9L2cOqnMI1yvfOH45c1QhrTacBqsTnSeXpTgbKyGCeyKCoxgxjv0GAeN4oXIDUqjqd-3WppcMCgWnjf0cqRYRej3nE1-3Q-BD37B9FiHvLhJOWZnEHL0Ew/s1080/BookBrushImage-2023-1-24-11-404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhljPehtdCRRigQGr0p4jK1edwXRf1dHS_k_79HQgs4SzsIszC8r7JJV5cK_Gu7KZjSy6oz9L2cOqnMI1yvfOH45c1QhrTacBqsTnSeXpTgbKyGCeyKCoxgxjv0GAeN4oXIDUqjqd-3WppcMCgWnjf0cqRYRej3nE1-3Q-BD37B9FiHvLhJOWZnEHL0Ew/s320/BookBrushImage-2023-1-24-11-404.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="CenteringNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Il Passero</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Ali del West: Libro Tre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Impetuose
rapide e antichi spiriti trascinano Nathan Blackmore ed Emma Hart in una
selvaggia avventura nel Gran Canyon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">“I lettori
ameranno la storia…” ~ RT Book Reviews</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">1877<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">In possesso
del dono della chiaroveggenza, e tormentata da visioni, Emma Hart arriva nel
Grand Canyon—una regione selvaggia, aspra e, fino a poco prima, del tutto
inesplorata—in cerca di risposte sulla tragedia del proprio passato, il
tradimento del presente e uno sfuggente futuro che echeggia fin dentro l’anima.
Accompagnata da Passero, il suo animale guida, si immerge negli abissi del
folclore Hopi, costretta ad affrontare un male che ha resistito ai secoli.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Sulle
tracce di Emma Hart, il Texas Ranger Nathan Blackmore arriva al fiume Colorado
e, sbalordito, la scopre determinata a percorrerne il corso su una barchetta di
legno a fondo piatto. Ma in un posto dove le increspature del tempo sono
profonde, la scelta sarà inevitabile. Nathan dovrà accettare il regno
invisibile, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">il mondo al di là del mondo</i>,
da cui si era allontanato anni prima, o rischiare di perdere la donna che ormai
ama più della vita stessa.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Un sensuale
western storico ambientato nel Territorio dell’Arizona.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Disponibile in
<a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/italian-editions/" target="_blank">formato eBook e cartaceo</a>.</span></b></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><b><u>Ali del
West</u></b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Lo
Scricciolo: Libro Uno</div><div style="text-align: center;">La Colomba:
Libro Due</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Passero:
Libro Tre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Il Merlo:
Libro Quattro (In arrivo)</div><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFrawANnN81cr36zlLyK6pdwqE7udcFJEzikIrE0-oIpN-TmWNqNEER0pljPNvv2uQMOGMPXx60NWsxtwiqsRhOZnlTWEdnOHPGewXski95Bj_Bl5u1y8wmBQIjFMDdPdBjkOtsw7iG08ySN2c1vx8p76HD9xqn_b90qdsE11zaKXhQbTiLxY8CYZmQ/s1677/Italian4Books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1677" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFrawANnN81cr36zlLyK6pdwqE7udcFJEzikIrE0-oIpN-TmWNqNEER0pljPNvv2uQMOGMPXx60NWsxtwiqsRhOZnlTWEdnOHPGewXski95Bj_Bl5u1y8wmBQIjFMDdPdBjkOtsw7iG08ySN2c1vx8p76HD9xqn_b90qdsE11zaKXhQbTiLxY8CYZmQ/w400-h150/Italian4Books.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/ItalianNewsletterSignUp"><span lang="IT">Iscriviti alla newsletter italiana di Kristy</span></a><span class="y2iqfc"><span lang="IT" style="color: #202124; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> per ricevere notizie sui
libri.</span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div><br />Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-19839069397813342912022-12-22T09:53:00.000-08:002022-12-22T09:53:06.453-08:00My Best of 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVHNw0V8siTukaNqvXqUYuzKKXpTo3qC2HoaMqg9FoSqwF-QLAngm9d2FHfz13U4zFgClBi5OdNTdNdFouIcfKHU3lTj4a7PZjNsccP4xIwrr9ifbkagTqecJLex4BpVqf-GQwivzfYMq8-lZte7XLvDxsnplyAWTTeR8QB1Mb9OHsMh3Pg0G9HQ-PA/s1200/MyBestOf2022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVHNw0V8siTukaNqvXqUYuzKKXpTo3qC2HoaMqg9FoSqwF-QLAngm9d2FHfz13U4zFgClBi5OdNTdNdFouIcfKHU3lTj4a7PZjNsccP4xIwrr9ifbkagTqecJLex4BpVqf-GQwivzfYMq8-lZte7XLvDxsnplyAWTTeR8QB1Mb9OHsMh3Pg0G9HQ-PA/s320/MyBestOf2022.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">By Kristy McCaffrey</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It was a hard year. My father-in-law
passed away in May. He was a man of charisma and charity, tough yet always
there for his family. My beloved chocolate lab, Lily, passed in July after
fifteen years. I won’t lie - this one wrecked me most of all. I’d raised her
from a puppy, and she was embedded in my soul more than I’d realized until she
was gone. But there were bright spots—my younger son got engaged and we’re
looking forward to a 2023 wedding. And my first grandchild blessed us with an
early appearance—little Scarlett was born five weeks premature, but she’s doing
well, getting big and doing all the baby things, which is mostly to make you
fall hopelessly in love with her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; min-height: 22px; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_KCQ7LMFXorBELne4dgDJIq_0CbvdyeMJRE8GfA71g8l4KKCZefYWJGvadAEwVwEHaPavR6X1yMNIn-EyXY1dbHs55vHYQTPmUDHgsSDBBiDlSCtEFA9yIIpISdShjuGs0-3Um49yItxaS8ryBuj-B0NMJzzRR9ueP1mQ3r10h7jC9B-qK6RcNsZHA/s1000/IMG_3441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="1000" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_KCQ7LMFXorBELne4dgDJIq_0CbvdyeMJRE8GfA71g8l4KKCZefYWJGvadAEwVwEHaPavR6X1yMNIn-EyXY1dbHs55vHYQTPmUDHgsSDBBiDlSCtEFA9yIIpISdShjuGs0-3Um49yItxaS8ryBuj-B0NMJzzRR9ueP1mQ3r10h7jC9B-qK6RcNsZHA/s320/IMG_3441.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Here’s my Best of 2022 list:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Life Hack</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>Live
in the Moment</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It sounds cliché but when my sweet Lily was in hospice the
last six months of her life (she started having seizures and slowly lost her
ability to walk), my husband and I cared for her around the clock. We took
turns sleeping on a mattress in the living room so she was never alone. Every
two to three hours we would carry her outside to do her business. She often
couldn’t sleep and would pace and pant, or despite medication, she would seize
for hours. It was a physically draining time. But I stayed in the moment,
taking care with my thoughts (keeping a positive mindset and not wallowing in
despair). I wasn’t naïve, I knew what was coming, but it allowed me to fully
love her with no regrets. I changed my writing schedule so that my daily goals
were very small (write 500 words or edit one page) because my brain was fuzzy
from lack of sleep most days. I managed to finish a novel while not beating
myself up for not being more accomplished. I learned the immense power we have
in the NOW. It gave me the strength to keep going each day, to give Lily her
best life until the very end.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best drink</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>Hot Chai
Tea Latte from Starbucks</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I drink it with oat milk, no water, and three pumps of brown
sugar syrup (or apple brown sugar syrup during the Christmas holiday). This
sugary-caffeine drink has been my indulgence this year, a pick-me-up when I feel
low.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best challenge</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>My
rescue dog, Jeb </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">A year ago, we went to the pound and brought home the
saddest dog there. We wanted a companion for Lily, and Jeb needed a chance.
He’s an American Bulldog, a breed I wasn’t familiar with, so I got to work
educating myself. He’s been a handful! In addition to chronic health issues
(environmental allergies that require lifelong medication - it’s so bad his
toes periodically swell - and a low thyroid that now treated has given him more
energy), he’s the most reactive dog I’ve ever had. While he was good with Lily
(she always welcomed any new dog into her home with open paws), he hasn’t been
good with any other pet. He grabbed the tail of my vet’s office cat and yanked
it to the ground, attacked my daughter’s puppy after we accidentally left a
door open (Dipsy was ok, thankfully, with only an abscess on his cheek), fought
and tried to kill a large rattlesnake (Jeb was bitten in the face), bit my
mom’s purse two different times when she entered my house, and well, you get
the picture. We’ve been working on training him but he’s very emotional and
it’s clear he wasn’t properly socialized as a puppy. He’s always leashed and in
control for his evening walks (which he loves) but having people just “stop by”
doesn’t work. He’s very loving, but he needs strong boundaries. We won’t give
up on him!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjc1SDDchtb_4usmbbJXBpISTUB1jZYNGP7gORkA1fw5AYSJGgoGfqaLd2eeSVuSuNszOQMUnmcWN9z3IuWJQD-XfiPk1bIJW8LWQr5lDYLIcC08Zd9ubmRqbTduzbjbZuWFpZCGCDmFZvcklXbWRU2-tuMVanB6K4AmVSuBMnGqXreUEuLVYx8wvBA/s4032/IMG-5901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixjc1SDDchtb_4usmbbJXBpISTUB1jZYNGP7gORkA1fw5AYSJGgoGfqaLd2eeSVuSuNszOQMUnmcWN9z3IuWJQD-XfiPk1bIJW8LWQr5lDYLIcC08Zd9ubmRqbTduzbjbZuWFpZCGCDmFZvcklXbWRU2-tuMVanB6K4AmVSuBMnGqXreUEuLVYx8wvBA/s320/IMG-5901.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Show</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>1883 </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Honorable mention: The English<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Both shows had complex and emotional stories, and the acting
was top-notch. Get your tissues handy.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Movie</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span> Top Gun: Maverick </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">An entertaining big cinema experience - just the thing after
a long pandemic.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best shoes</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>Lined Crocs </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">So comfy!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Music</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>Lost
Hits of the ’80s on iHeart Radio </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">My high school and college years, so … nostalgia.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Restaurant</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>Islands </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Burgers and tacos but the best part is the tv screens that
showcase surfing on a loop. It makes you feel like you’re at the beach.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Beauty Hack</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>A Beauty
Oil </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I learned that using essential oils on the back of my arms
can get rid of those pesky dermatitis bumps. My favorite is Leahlani’s Pua Lei
Oil. It smells so good.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Body Hack</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>A Theragun </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I only recently learned of this amazing device that can
break up the knots in your muscles. I use it on my neck and my feet (I
developed plantar fasciitis this year). They can be quite expensive, but my
husband found one at Lowe’s (generic name: muscle massager) for $40 and it
works great.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b>Best Book</b></span><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"><b><br /></b></span>I can’t
pick a favorite! </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">As many of you know, I’m an author so choosing a best book
of the year is like favoring one of my children over the other. Impossible! So
here’s a “best of” list of what I read in 2022, all excellent.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">A Cold Montana Christmas by Mina Beckett<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Hunter by Julie Lence<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Twisty Tortoise Tussles by Ann Charles<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The Backside of Hades by Ann Charles and Sam Lucky<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Shiver by Allie Reynolds<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Following Faith by Jacqui Nelson<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Continuum by G.S. Jennsen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Inversion by G.S. Jennsen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Echo Rift by G.S. Jennsen<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">A Lady’s Formula For Love by Elizabeth Everett<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Just Haven’t Met You Yet by Sophie Cousens<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Book of Night by Holly Black<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Book Lovers by Emily Henry<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Love On The Brain by Ali Hazelwood<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Ocean Wolves by Theresa Beachman<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The Queen’s Huntsman by Tanya Anne Crosby<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">The Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix E. Harrow<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">What are your “Best Of for 2022?” Let
me know in the comments!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Wishing you all a blessed holiday and a
Happy 2023!!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4rugeNsLhONekqLygqWJLFQd0jJBnU2u1zP6kMr_-mfuLvULsej-h8pSXYvb5iFnoy5Qw6WxWB3sPXQgMY4cjJ-YP1J95rNzDusCHKt5383EQ9a7Zut3ZykH6NqONQUUKOJ-tRSWW4i-tf_UEpxQau9Rk2vcBUXcD7TugwZQR9rGFxNHxUXa1hCbUA/s1080/ChristmasGraphicJ%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4rugeNsLhONekqLygqWJLFQd0jJBnU2u1zP6kMr_-mfuLvULsej-h8pSXYvb5iFnoy5Qw6WxWB3sPXQgMY4cjJ-YP1J95rNzDusCHKt5383EQ9a7Zut3ZykH6NqONQUUKOJ-tRSWW4i-tf_UEpxQau9Rk2vcBUXcD7TugwZQR9rGFxNHxUXa1hCbUA/s320/ChristmasGraphicJ%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-81425456964607926062022-12-06T01:00:00.001-08:002022-12-06T01:00:00.163-08:00National Novel Writing Month and The Canary<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhapXpVDgJEiRUhckDQHlm6KvtXA0FHAXOZ_TO-Kpsae2dQoQooNxi3NbK12iCZlQhnXI0yFcQDLlocQW4ekWT2Ub66rEH3okOBI4MkAtPckrw7FyvyXFK5N_zbqU9iT6gdFU53Ro3PhaTFjwJp8SvkP20hxgEF4GdinP5RdAGTsCKCZLs_gk2pjRopA/s1200/NaNoWriMoTheCanary%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhapXpVDgJEiRUhckDQHlm6KvtXA0FHAXOZ_TO-Kpsae2dQoQooNxi3NbK12iCZlQhnXI0yFcQDLlocQW4ekWT2Ub66rEH3okOBI4MkAtPckrw7FyvyXFK5N_zbqU9iT6gdFU53Ro3PhaTFjwJp8SvkP20hxgEF4GdinP5RdAGTsCKCZLs_gk2pjRopA/s320/NaNoWriMoTheCanary%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></p><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Last month was National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short. During November, writers from around the world try to write a 50,000-word novel. I signed up to punch out a first draft of my next Wings of the West book, The Canary, and I’m happy to report that I made it to 50k. Is the manuscript readable? Well, kinda ….<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpWsS2lEPVTs21bc7UyinCgWw2ssiWG3OBd3g1no_3WUiIx7d_Tsw5Tt2VZpHNgFjbhBBEh2jdZOjpxJDziaaocs8cEWlcQvzgy1rXvU9xIrYny2gCYpcfNyh8TkFhSUO10WwmibAV-m2RZXEfuZITV1rNjYNxOhvf_MsljHdiREAkiSAMnFZZH3cTw/s1703/Nano-22-Writer-Facebook-Banner-2x.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="631" data-original-width="1703" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpWsS2lEPVTs21bc7UyinCgWw2ssiWG3OBd3g1no_3WUiIx7d_Tsw5Tt2VZpHNgFjbhBBEh2jdZOjpxJDziaaocs8cEWlcQvzgy1rXvU9xIrYny2gCYpcfNyh8TkFhSUO10WwmibAV-m2RZXEfuZITV1rNjYNxOhvf_MsljHdiREAkiSAMnFZZH3cTw/w400-h149/Nano-22-Writer-Facebook-Banner-2x.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">This is the fourth time I’ve participated in NaNo, and after much revising I’m happy to say the previous three projects all went to publication (The Blackbird, Deep Blue, and The Starling). The Canary will also need some work, but I’m pleased with what I have.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuM30PjezqE_wdiXxAyLJCiyLi-VuLG6HiLiUGAtIYVfKMjOkE7_4E_IFPhQ4JcPWc7qWcWOlsZ3UtdziZC4uay8W5Sb-VaPZGInFO_2FuWErytHDG8PmucOtPwetH38EWHE0s_CtkLgdLGU3wB_y_u5uLhdGgO_zZjNnfevZ74hxuvun8XVsCqe2vaw/s2700/CoverFinalLG-TheCanary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuM30PjezqE_wdiXxAyLJCiyLi-VuLG6HiLiUGAtIYVfKMjOkE7_4E_IFPhQ4JcPWc7qWcWOlsZ3UtdziZC4uay8W5Sb-VaPZGInFO_2FuWErytHDG8PmucOtPwetH38EWHE0s_CtkLgdLGU3wB_y_u5uLhdGgO_zZjNnfevZ74hxuvun8XVsCqe2vaw/s320/CoverFinalLG-TheCanary.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">For previous NaNo’s, my goal was to get to some version of the end of the story, because it often helps to know the ending in order to fine-tune the beginning. This means skipping interior scenes, since my books usually fall between 75-85k.</p><p class="MsoNormal">For this NaNo, however, I changed my method. When I hit 40k, I realized I didn’t like my first chapter. I was working with a fake marriage trope between the main characters, Sarah Ryan and paleontologist Dr. Jack Brenner, but the initial setup left me feeling lackluster. In the first one, Sarah pretends to be married to Jack because she’s run into one of her professors who’s been harassing her, and she’s frightened to be in the Arizona desert with this man. But as I kept writing this premise, I felt it weakened Sarah’s character.</p><p class="MsoNormal">So, for the last 10k of NaNo, I rewrote the first five chapters from scratch, using a different approach to get Sarah and Jack “hitched,” and I like this one much better. I’ll have to tear apart the rest of what I have and repurpose it, but this is how I generally work anyway.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I have a few other projects I must return to, so I’ll start revising The Canary in February. This will allow me time to do more research, which is challenging when trying to write 2,000 words every day. (If you write each day of November during NaNo, you only need 1667 words, but I overwrote so that I could take time off around Thanksgiving).</p><p class="MsoNormal">I will say, though, that the more I read about the dinosaur fossils in the Painted Desert in the late 1800’s, the more intrigued I become.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6KkCAUEB-aH8LdJ-5tiF9UW3-_5X61Y-82K1qWBHmJGb5T3dTvQaEVGEmtVOSfbUDHSUer4knK1Dq5V1BVyPWKwUIW76QZ19fkKZkg3ynC7-Jlt5tLW0rI_FB8YE3O-Ua7oCfzkp2z6F0yexN_gYFs8xIsoNgf4q2H5QH4fNEwFOQ5aRnbyj90I1iw/s852/Nano-22_Winner_Facebook_1x.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="316" data-original-width="852" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6KkCAUEB-aH8LdJ-5tiF9UW3-_5X61Y-82K1qWBHmJGb5T3dTvQaEVGEmtVOSfbUDHSUer4knK1Dq5V1BVyPWKwUIW76QZ19fkKZkg3ynC7-Jlt5tLW0rI_FB8YE3O-Ua7oCfzkp2z6F0yexN_gYFs8xIsoNgf4q2H5QH4fNEwFOQ5aRnbyj90I1iw/w400-h149/Nano-22_Winner_Facebook_1x.png" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">I’m very excited for this book, and I hope the readers will love it too.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">You can pre-order The Canary now at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Canary-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B0B7KKN5CW/" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-canary/id6443216573" target="_blank">Apple Books</a>, and <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-canary-kristy-mccaffrey/1141875085?ean=2940185676981" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>. (It will also be available at Google Play Books and Kobo but closer to the release date of July 25, 2023.)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO-k9Vxqlr5gppok4MbBLNfUbZEnaFHKRIUw35iM7xivBGXfmEQL4FHKmvJPgVbnfmPCtYMLpHX8crmyj1d-_6NJIVnGf31w2393tzE12RSBMgdFr1sbaXPawlR-dW68TXnyzv-7upXIlRoQ91-dX14juz5l2HNyvQQ2hcvIOOJWNbCDGInh-mylaxQ/s1200/PreOrderTheCanary%20(2).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwO-k9Vxqlr5gppok4MbBLNfUbZEnaFHKRIUw35iM7xivBGXfmEQL4FHKmvJPgVbnfmPCtYMLpHX8crmyj1d-_6NJIVnGf31w2393tzE12RSBMgdFr1sbaXPawlR-dW68TXnyzv-7upXIlRoQ91-dX14juz5l2HNyvQQ2hcvIOOJWNbCDGInh-mylaxQ/s320/PreOrderTheCanary%20(2).png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Would you like a Christmas card from me for 2022? </span><a href="https://forms.gle/y6kEWHHUpj1jqKW78" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">Fill out this Google doc</a><span style="text-align: left;"> and I’ll add you to the list.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLSNRhMYhKJcYwv9zK6O9s0U8hSmk3RmfO3vMFNWh8-emUqDVpnruZzZHMesDkwy73taiF9BpfG4f6K6YgIfw2quV2fHl9wRseHqBVgrRC8RnNYresFwpwJ80dA5E6pTnewWurRsniF4xcPOEfa25X605zWR5lqoCQKUjjYLJHsIllDoqarHDZKB6xQ/s1080/ChristmasGraphicK.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLSNRhMYhKJcYwv9zK6O9s0U8hSmk3RmfO3vMFNWh8-emUqDVpnruZzZHMesDkwy73taiF9BpfG4f6K6YgIfw2quV2fHl9wRseHqBVgrRC8RnNYresFwpwJ80dA5E6pTnewWurRsniF4xcPOEfa25X605zWR5lqoCQKUjjYLJHsIllDoqarHDZKB6xQ/s320/ChristmasGraphicK.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Happy Holidays to you and yours!</b></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-24075786045190757872022-08-02T02:00:00.002-07:002022-08-03T15:03:28.818-07:00The Starling is out!!<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQLxz2b37t0u2lZP-62CeB4JtyB3acsfmfufUaOiWWlpqW0mDYaPodhRhLftU0kYTva7ueMfEE7ls8OlpGCEyoHuIjdFQC8T60dCveJaC1CZH69ZbfEusAwcrkfr-PniugPYnUq18XEpyXyKlAAsi5HC959aBeuqC6EkdKVGdLuRGaJ4kxxpF9kupcw/s1200/TheStarlingGraphic.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQLxz2b37t0u2lZP-62CeB4JtyB3acsfmfufUaOiWWlpqW0mDYaPodhRhLftU0kYTva7ueMfEE7ls8OlpGCEyoHuIjdFQC8T60dCveJaC1CZH69ZbfEusAwcrkfr-PniugPYnUq18XEpyXyKlAAsi5HC959aBeuqC6EkdKVGdLuRGaJ4kxxpF9kupcw/w400-h209/TheStarlingGraphic.png" width="400" /></a></p><p></p><br /><p></p><p><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p>I'm pleased to share that The Starling is out. Don't miss this new, full-length novel in my Wings of the West series.</p><p></p><p class="DatePlace"><b>Colorado 1899</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy entrepreneur Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who <i>isn’t</i> Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate Ryan is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><b>The Wings of the West Series Reading Order<br /></b></u>Book One: The Wren<br />Book Two: The Dove<br />Book Three: The Sparrow<br />Book Four: The Blackbird<br />Book Five: The Bluebird<br />Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)<br />Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)<br />Book Eight: The Starling</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/the-starling/" target="_blank">Click here</a> to order a digital copy (available for Kindle, Nook, Apple Books, Kobo, and Google Play). Or grab <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1952801214" target="_blank">a paperback copy</a>.</b></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdh4th6Vu8NNPC1SyyOVabFLXDzfz_BE8vbcjEq9DYF0-90-fV8Vey2h-SDmjAn8ocsNix0A3mhcHsJ4mWrS-ny0TM2NpRDbpg_2x6MyE0QHHu80QDz5RJqIxyx-T14czGxQejgVrZdqu9qcvklnQTiR1xqbFjw2LP5nHGLVs66i0poRM6yyM4VxbQFw/s1080/StarlingIGPreOrder%20(3).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdh4th6Vu8NNPC1SyyOVabFLXDzfz_BE8vbcjEq9DYF0-90-fV8Vey2h-SDmjAn8ocsNix0A3mhcHsJ4mWrS-ny0TM2NpRDbpg_2x6MyE0QHHu80QDz5RJqIxyx-T14czGxQejgVrZdqu9qcvklnQTiR1xqbFjw2LP5nHGLVs66i0poRM6yyM4VxbQFw/s320/StarlingIGPreOrder%20(3).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><b><i><u>Excerpt</u></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Kate used the glass of sherry as a shield. It was obvious undercover agent Henry Maguire was stunned to see her and less than happy with her presence. Luckily, she had known who to look for from a photograph Mr. Jones had given her, although it hardly did justice to the man before her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Henry Maguire had presence. There was simply no other word for it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">His intense blue eyes accented the hard line of his jaw like the frozen slopes of Colorado where her cousin Molly Rose had lived. Kate couldn’t help but notice his clean-shaven face and the citrusy smell coming from him. It was pleasant in a way that unsettled her, and she was entirely uncertain why.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">But she had been warned … Henry was expecting Louise Foster, and he would have no idea who Kate was. It was unfortunate that Mrs. Wingate had caught Kate right at the door and had started speaking with her, because it had made contacting her “husband” fraught with danger.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">But it was over. Henry had accepted the charade, and they were now working together. He had said he wanted to speak privately, but as yet he hadn’t, so Kate could only conclude it wasn’t safe to do so while at the party. She vowed she wouldn’t break protocol. She wouldn’t say anything to Henry that his loving wife, who had been separated from him for nearly two months, wouldn’t say.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“When did you arrive?” Henry asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Earlier this evening.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“How did you get here?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“A man named Francis O’Malley brought me. I hired him.” The Pinkertons had hired him, but she couldn’t say that aloud. “I believe he’s a blacksmith in town, and he runs a livery too. He offered to stay, but I assured him that you would be here and see me home.” Her lips stretched into a smile, but she couldn’t hold Henry’s gaze as he watched her rather intently, so she took in the room.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">It was quite festive. The Wingate wealth was on grand display with sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from tin ceilings, a tiled floor covered in ornate rugs, and stuffed chairs likely imported from Europe.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">As she brought her attention back to her “husband” she caught him still staring at her, those ice-blue eyes holding her briefly spellbound. He must have been watching her the entire time she had scanned the room. She shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable, wanting to clear the air more than anything.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Had she done something wrong? Was she dressed inappropriately?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">But a second glance around the room revealed that while her gown might not be quite as fancy as the many ladies in attendance, it was good enough. It had been Louise’s dress, after all, and Kate had to believe her mentor had been very prepared to enter this operation as Henry’s wife.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">That was it. Henry was upset about Louise.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">She turned to him. “I’m sure you’re worried about my dear sister, Louise.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">He regarded her with interest. “I am,” he replied in a measured tone. “Is she well?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“Unfortunately, no. She’s indisposed at the moment, but she should be better soon.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Henry accepted the news with a nod, his gaze conveying a glimmer of concern. Suddenly, Kate felt terrible. It had been clear from Louise that she valued Henry’s expertise, as well as his friendship, but Kate hadn’t thought any further than that.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">The additional assignment that Louise had given Kate—privately and outside the dictates of the job—now seemed to take a different tone. Louise had asked Kate to keep an eye on Henry because eight years ago his father had died in an accident in Trinidad, apparently falling to his death down a mine shaft. Kate had inferred that Louise considered Henry compromised, and that it could place him at odds with the job the Pinkertons had been sent to do.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">But now the worry in Henry’s eyes, however brief, said something else. Did he and Louise have a relationship that extended beyond business associates? Is that what his irritation was about? Did Henry love her? And why did that thought cause another ripple of unease in Kate?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Ignoring it, she added, “She’ll be all right. You’ve no need to worry. The bullet missed all vital organs.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">His eyes flicked back to her, reflecting shock.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Oh, no. He did love her.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Copyright © 2022 <i>K. McCaffrey LLC</i><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div><o:p><br /></o:p></div></div>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-75015430223557382152022-06-07T12:46:00.000-07:002022-06-07T12:46:17.304-07:00Pre-Order The Starling<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gb6kx9ijXRvcXWQwB8mRe_6NBM_gEK2hOKu_ubclCg-S6AvnB3wc8A5aOssHoacr8wtJIo_78ly5wFx7az6PuU_9jqhu7JyslGROrYBV6MHp1OriOx4el491HJeSuYYZXtvx7Cgqvj7dE1UE0utymiZ0jKmRvWO1q7M65UBlo6O7CqTncjm6EaUZmA/s1200/Copy%20of%20SneakPeekTheStarling.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gb6kx9ijXRvcXWQwB8mRe_6NBM_gEK2hOKu_ubclCg-S6AvnB3wc8A5aOssHoacr8wtJIo_78ly5wFx7az6PuU_9jqhu7JyslGROrYBV6MHp1OriOx4el491HJeSuYYZXtvx7Cgqvj7dE1UE0utymiZ0jKmRvWO1q7M65UBlo6O7CqTncjm6EaUZmA/w400-h209/Copy%20of%20SneakPeekTheStarling.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;">Kate is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><p class="DatePlace"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSno2iV1GP6gQw2zKtacd7cgi_ppob6Z76XBWoHHryJ72EJwj7oW85y_wzXJK8F1nWfEabqkgHaJcxGViNHSlmcyWqr7GXZScFdnTeYH05opjJwJD1pY0xSGmQejwd5WNPqbIGiwwptiLspuRXQH19dMHlllwmu3OB6AGbSGcWfGEKqN1piS36mbGIw/s2700/CoverFinalLG-TheStarling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSno2iV1GP6gQw2zKtacd7cgi_ppob6Z76XBWoHHryJ72EJwj7oW85y_wzXJK8F1nWfEabqkgHaJcxGViNHSlmcyWqr7GXZScFdnTeYH05opjJwJD1pY0xSGmQejwd5WNPqbIGiwwptiLspuRXQH19dMHlllwmu3OB6AGbSGcWfGEKqN1piS36mbGIw/s320/CoverFinalLG-TheStarling.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p class="DatePlace"><b>Colorado
1899</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy entrepreneur Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who <i>isn’t </i>Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.<o:p></o:p></p>* * *</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;">
<b><i><u>Excerpt from The Starling</u></i></b>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Kate slid a sidelong glance at him. “Did you learn anything this </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">evening?”</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Only that you’re an enigma, and I can’t fathom my </i><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">reaction to you.</i></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“I did.” Henry hoped he wasn’t slurring his words.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">When he didn’t elaborate, Kate said, “Well?” Her tone was </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">tinged with annoyance.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">“You sound upset,” he said.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">“When I told you to watch the brandy, I didn’t tell you to </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">go and </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">drink the brandy</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">.”</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">“I’m not happy about this either,” he muttered under his </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">breath. He never let his guard down while working. Until now. </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Until Kate </i><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Ryan</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; font-style: italic;">.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">It was easier to blame her than the fact that he was </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">unsettled about spending time with Wingate more than he had anticipated.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">Her eyes lingered on him, and he held her gaze, drinking in </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">the fierce intelligence reflected at him. He’d never had much use for meek </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">women. Kate Ryan’s ambition, dedication, and obvious independence matched his </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">own.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">But she was so young. What could she possibly bring to the </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">table? Except that she was beautiful and confident and capable. In that moment, </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">he knew she would go far in the Pinkertons.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">The hunger for her ignited in a flash, far more intense than </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">earlier. He turned away before she sensed it, before he did something stupid </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">like try to kiss her. Not that she’d given any indication of reciprocating the </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">attraction.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">He clamped down on his very male reaction, knowing it would </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">ruin whatever working relationship the two of them might have. He needed to </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">concentrate on that, because if she was as intelligent as he suspected, he </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">would have a hard time keeping her away from his true mission of ferreting out </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem;">what had happened to his father.</span></div><o:p></o:p><p></p>* * *</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Pre-Order your digital copy now.</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;">Print will be available in August.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09N1YCMT5/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B09N1YCMT5&linkCode=as2&tag=wwwkristymcca-20&linkId=36744a367424a119c27ada9b2473dc1c" target="_blank">Amazon US</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.de/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon DE (English Version)</a></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.it/dp/B09N1YCMT5" target="_blank">Amazon IT (English Version)</a></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-starling/id1598750620?ign-itscg=30200&ign-itsct=books_box_link" target="_blank">Apple Books</a></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-starling-kristy-mccaffrey/1140635858?ean=2940160821627" target="_blank">Nook</a></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;">(Google Play and Kobo links are coming)</div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3w70gXw1w8YPrADRnWuWCNftU6xbK9UpkWVa4QAZNDwb3fZZUUR5bwAEv1v4ZavGiQLOnZFDsiQutc29aWg4I4qa9PHPWLf8MuUlyySt36C1ctlR-0WV8PRAja_SbDPsUzc3i94L0f2Naizalsd3vX-cEu4HJyVtzEg32xe7PhokXIA7I2__Dhi_5w/s940/Wings%20of%20the%20West%20(2).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3w70gXw1w8YPrADRnWuWCNftU6xbK9UpkWVa4QAZNDwb3fZZUUR5bwAEv1v4ZavGiQLOnZFDsiQutc29aWg4I4qa9PHPWLf8MuUlyySt36C1ctlR-0WV8PRAja_SbDPsUzc3i94L0f2Naizalsd3vX-cEu4HJyVtzEg32xe7PhokXIA7I2__Dhi_5w/w400-h335/Wings%20of%20the%20West%20(2).png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
</div></div></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-73988775801943852452022-03-01T13:50:00.001-08:002022-03-01T13:50:51.965-08:00Wings of the West Epic Sale<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisCFWw64bOHN78RMIcPfYD3m8jMgERs71UvlaUxkcWyh7w_aHsweRmi8GMqlcDItiUu5V-9M7br3deWYsUErnph-EkQZyzvfqNO7hmfcxhKYCtStDy27JsFZ9qlos7lPH0vBhEOJ88dZP14elx-NYSVZvl62F7GZuouU-8uOWkZ4kjfwie3A_0ntvusg=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisCFWw64bOHN78RMIcPfYD3m8jMgERs71UvlaUxkcWyh7w_aHsweRmi8GMqlcDItiUu5V-9M7br3deWYsUErnph-EkQZyzvfqNO7hmfcxhKYCtStDy27JsFZ9qlos7lPH0vBhEOJ88dZP14elx-NYSVZvl62F7GZuouU-8uOWkZ4kjfwie3A_0ntvusg=s320" width="320" /></a></p><p></p><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It's an epic sale for digital copies of Kristy's Wings of the West series. From March 1 – 15, 2022, grab one or all of them. While the characters overlap, each book can be read as a standalone.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh76zX_4QQCC6KOcA3wgVpghG6_5j2OVmEKZmWNf8t-BInXAVYp2P6QxCmbXBrxOxFMWzdRwQb3BBgRm5sOP-iKDvrllnMUPqwO8KLvdPm94vmxGBuWtAwPAtaNXePa-RQqpet5bwdjCRBjkSnZBa8p2fJPscO37yAgvNcDuNKJ7-jaebfl1EbTCm9I7Q=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh76zX_4QQCC6KOcA3wgVpghG6_5j2OVmEKZmWNf8t-BInXAVYp2P6QxCmbXBrxOxFMWzdRwQb3BBgRm5sOP-iKDvrllnMUPqwO8KLvdPm94vmxGBuWtAwPAtaNXePa-RQqpet5bwdjCRBjkSnZBa8p2fJPscO37yAgvNcDuNKJ7-jaebfl1EbTCm9I7Q=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Experience the grit, the hope, and the romance of the Old West with honorable men and courageous women.</span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Wren</b> – When Molly Hart returns from the dead, no one is more shocked than Texas Ranger Matt Ryan.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Dove</b> – Reunited with Logan Ryan on the steps of the White Dove Saloon, Claire Waters hides under the guise of a fancy girl … and lets the ex-deputy believe the worst.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Sparrow</b> – Within Grand Canyon, raging rapids and ancient spirits sweep Texas Ranger Nathan Blackmore and Emma Hart into a wild adventure.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Blackbird</b> – Haunted by a deadly attack, Tess Carlisle turns to bounty hunter Cale Walker to find her missing padre. But in the land of the Apache, can he free her heart?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Bluebird</b> – Molly Rose Simms arrives in Colorado to meet her brother, but instead finds herself searching for the mythical Bluebird mining claim with a man known as The Jackal.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Available on Kindle, Nook, Apple Books, Google Play, and Kobo.</b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><b><span style="font-size: large;">Find all the details <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/sales-page/" target="_blank">here</a></span></b></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><b><br /></b></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiF-R5cgEXqcKa4EcEcH2UVXtsfp_rXv_QWn-XowSYc2d0DKNzlwri4xHgg1IjyMWxvtvBVrGxh2zjl4AHVUZMLhTVs2bebrhBvXjJ76_YfXDGuYAi9rWa3wquCFa8AZjPEj697qUC1ELKt4txMxj8Wam2CW9FeT8VjXVac9r-s5ayLZ2j57SQ81li4YQ=s940" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiF-R5cgEXqcKa4EcEcH2UVXtsfp_rXv_QWn-XowSYc2d0DKNzlwri4xHgg1IjyMWxvtvBVrGxh2zjl4AHVUZMLhTVs2bebrhBvXjJ76_YfXDGuYAi9rWa3wquCFa8AZjPEj697qUC1ELKt4txMxj8Wam2CW9FeT8VjXVac9r-s5ayLZ2j57SQ81li4YQ=w400-h335" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-732568935290357082022-02-08T14:51:00.000-08:002022-02-08T14:51:45.573-08:00Valentine's Anthology Release Day is Here!!<div class="separator"><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i style="font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">By Kristy McCaffrey</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img data-file-id="1501497" height="75" src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/006d7ed633f794778bf88a01b/images/edea4b1e-5de8-45d4-ae98-e62db4f84474.jpg" style="border: 0px; height: 75px; margin: 0px; outline: none; width: 100px;" width="100" /></strong></div><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">It's release day!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtb308qqJgHvrRq66XTXc21ntTcj4s2uQXO3QY4SjTyEm3trq4qD-3RONnITt8PTY_3ZoTNnBM-bxh4SSBz-ijhVbdHlKmEHfhA9kyWc7oA1vb-OopLRxoeiGa1M1IzuMr0KWk7Be0lrfx3wBeqODGu6fD9KzbmzteiwRYHr1dglAzQSh1TwjR9VkDjw=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtb308qqJgHvrRq66XTXc21ntTcj4s2uQXO3QY4SjTyEm3trq4qD-3RONnITt8PTY_3ZoTNnBM-bxh4SSBz-ijhVbdHlKmEHfhA9kyWc7oA1vb-OopLRxoeiGa1M1IzuMr0KWk7Be0lrfx3wBeqODGu6fD9KzbmzteiwRYHr1dglAzQSh1TwjR9VkDjw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 10px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-size-adjust: 100%;"></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">With Every Beat Of My Heart is out. Woohoo!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">And just in time for Valentine's Day.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Grab a cup of hot chocolate, your favorite fuzzy blanket, and settle in for some romantic and fun reads.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Digital copies are only 99 cents, and it's also available in paperback for those of you who prefer to read that way.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">The collection will be available wide for one month and then will enter Kindle Unlimited.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Read SHARK REEF, set in my Pathway world.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX3q2N592KyfxXmlbBWZwqnYIu0eYfESu5cQb5Wx7fc5ySjIgWJIsBGXt6ZEfkookSZqcmZGu4gis-GtuPJikUce9m90lPXCKW_eQVjCh34BDrpTGnJ29yK4VVu7c7JwE3xVRvXcW9auIhnGkm4Ff6gy9sSsiwueDxwVJ7UL3vLl72qystzKOhPT925Q=s2560" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhX3q2N592KyfxXmlbBWZwqnYIu0eYfESu5cQb5Wx7fc5ySjIgWJIsBGXt6ZEfkookSZqcmZGu4gis-GtuPJikUce9m90lPXCKW_eQVjCh34BDrpTGnJ29yK4VVu7c7JwE3xVRvXcW9auIhnGkm4Ff6gy9sSsiwueDxwVJ7UL3vLl72qystzKOhPT925Q=s320" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><strong style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">A Contemporary Adventure Romance Short Story</strong><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">Dr. Gabe O’Grady has had it bad for Jen Fairfield since the moment they were introduced, but she had a boyfriend at the time, so Gabe stayed in the friend zone. When he learns she’s about to spend three weeks in the remote Chatham Islands off New Zealand tagging great white sharks with a notoriously sketchy filmmaker, Gabe inserts himself into the project to protect her. But her indifference confounds him.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">After ending her previous stalled relationship, Dr. Jen Fairfield is blindsided by her true feelings for Gabe O’Grady. After a night out with girlfriends and buoyed by their support, she makes her move with a very forward voicemail after a few drinks. But when O’Grady ghosts her for two months, Jen buries her hurt, certain she’ll never see him again. Then he shows up on her expedition …</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"> </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">When Gabe learns Jen is single, he knows he can’t let a chance with her slide by. But first he must rekindle the friendship that she seems determined to walk away from. He also needs to keep her safe from one of the most dangerous predators on earth.</span><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/shark-reef/" target="_blank">Read Chapter One</a><br style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: Georgia, Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;" /><br /><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09K7P1RMQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B09K7P1RMQ&linkCode=as2&tag=wwwkristymcca-20&linkId=2f0ede20e243489fa4d9bda785101788" target="_blank">Amazon US</a></div><div><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/with-every-beat-of-my-heart-a-valentines-anthology/id1591898097?itsct=books_box_link&itscg=30200&ls=1&at=1001llFz" target="_blank">Apple Books</a></div><div><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/with-every-beat-of-my-heart-b-crowhurst/1140407508" target="_blank">Nook</a></div><div><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/with-every-beat-of-my-heart-a-valentine-s-anthology" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Every-Beat-Heart-Valentines-Anthology/dp/B09RNL46VZ/" target="_blank">Paperback</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Add to your <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59446102-with-every-beat-of-my-heart" target="_blank">TBR shelf on Goodreads</a></div><div><a href="https://www.bookbub.com/books/with-every-beat-of-my-heart-a-valentine-s-anthology-by-l-a-remenicky-and-b-crowhurst" target="_blank">Review it on BookBub</a> (Thank you!!)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6sMrIXRHLHq8dLfx5_1a4KlnHkf7C6yvgjmCAy0sMc8Xd7NQ9U-T1QYiFol2405qzs_9ai0m4lO4nVpFn60RNiUbFdaMT8oi50XhcI4zlcTyNuN_10hutNJHQJvDapUyxTnPIt8Hmn8W75XNe9BPRd1xdvAuGa55pbrk3rVZplvSxgJigJPVhtEMW-w=s940" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6sMrIXRHLHq8dLfx5_1a4KlnHkf7C6yvgjmCAy0sMc8Xd7NQ9U-T1QYiFol2405qzs_9ai0m4lO4nVpFn60RNiUbFdaMT8oi50XhcI4zlcTyNuN_10hutNJHQJvDapUyxTnPIt8Hmn8W75XNe9BPRd1xdvAuGa55pbrk3rVZplvSxgJigJPVhtEMW-w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kristy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xoxo</div><br /><div><br /></div>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-76329209747901662702022-02-07T01:00:00.001-08:002022-02-07T01:00:00.162-08:00Sneak Peek of The Starling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNgtT1t3VqxFmKa9AB8Ad9GwWEBaD1BD_b9aJuGqaSVwn-8Wrx8WVX6NAU2HFFK8zoyC55Ccmjwxq6q5my2r_puVLCChSXW4yG001LVoPC59S_OA_cM4Q7ISubmckJLcYIdZSNCG6lItPYSXL3WJ4Vl4xjH6zy6gsVuq57oLOJh4sjhZuhzmi187OVEQ=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNgtT1t3VqxFmKa9AB8Ad9GwWEBaD1BD_b9aJuGqaSVwn-8Wrx8WVX6NAU2HFFK8zoyC55Ccmjwxq6q5my2r_puVLCChSXW4yG001LVoPC59S_OA_cM4Q7ISubmckJLcYIdZSNCG6lItPYSXL3WJ4Vl4xjH6zy6gsVuq57oLOJh4sjhZuhzmi187OVEQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">A brand new Wings of the West novel will be coming August 2, 2022.</p><p class="DatePlace" style="text-align: center;"><b>Colorado 1899</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy cattleman Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who <i>isn’t</i> Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Kate Ryan is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><u>The Wings of the West Series Reading Order<o:p></o:p></u></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Book One: The Wren</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Two: The Dove</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Three: The Sparrow</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Four: The Blackbird</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Five: The Bluebird</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Book Eight: The Starling (Coming Soon)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSzy-7aHKPxYIL7VymcGnr4YGdVihpJZ1hvKGhRzEYtg1H7bvtj27k8dCzu0_yvJmEJF1Pxx05qEmBawpRjso8m2_qDrV05qZhxFEh-18fBk8SiqYTYt4LvG1RGq1U8paI6hqqFzmgCkawyTCIHY6kuqB1NqwIZ_fk3njadmdYHOf7kSMkmjl7tjZyXg=s2700" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSzy-7aHKPxYIL7VymcGnr4YGdVihpJZ1hvKGhRzEYtg1H7bvtj27k8dCzu0_yvJmEJF1Pxx05qEmBawpRjso8m2_qDrV05qZhxFEh-18fBk8SiqYTYt4LvG1RGq1U8paI6hqqFzmgCkawyTCIHY6kuqB1NqwIZ_fk3njadmdYHOf7kSMkmjl7tjZyXg=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pre-order The Starling today!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09N1YCMT5/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B09N1YCMT5&linkCode=as2&tag=wwwkristymcca-20&linkId=36744a367424a119c27ada9b2473dc1c" target="_blank">Amazon US</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon UK</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon AU</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon CA</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.de/Starling-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09N1YCMT5/" target="_blank">Amazon DE (English version)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-starling-kristy-mccaffrey/1140635858?ean=2940160821627" target="_blank">Nook</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-starling/id1598750620?itsct=books_box_link&itscg=30200&ls=1&at=1001llFz" target="_blank">Apple Books</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59778853-the-starling" target="_blank">Add The Starling to your Goodreads TBR shelf</a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><b><u>Here's a sneak peek of Chapter One</u></b></p><p class="DatePlace"><i>Trinidad, Colorado<br /></i><i>April 1899</i></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate Ryan shifted on the hard seat of the buckboard as it rattled along the road. The setting sun cast rays of light from its western position, blossoming like a flower.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Why didn’t your husband pick you up and take you to this party?” The question broke the spell of her anxious anticipation. The driver, an older burly man the Pinkerton agency had hired at the last minute, glanced at her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve arrived a day early and didn’t have the opportunity to send word to Hen—” She caught herself at the last second. “To Gilbert.” <i>My husband’s name is Gilbert.</i> She repeated the mantra a few more times, trying to drill it into her brain. Henry Maguire was the man playing her husband. She was getting the break of a lifetime—the ability to work as a full agent on a case at only nineteen years old—and she didn’t want to spoil it by ruining the other agent’s cover.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“It’s a surprise,” she added in a rush.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Huh.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate frowned, uncertainty fluttering in her chest. “You don’t think this is a good idea?” Her heart sped along with a steady rat-a-tat-tat, her palms clammy, and her mouth tasting like cotton balls, offering little help in wetting her dry lips.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Her nerves were stretched to the brink.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“He don’t know you’re coming, and he’s at the Wingate’s party without you? It’s just ….” He pulled on the reins, guiding the team around a bend in the road, and cast a sympathetic look her way. “You seem like a nice young woman. I just don’t want you to be disappointed … or have your feelings hurt.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">For a moment, Kate was at a loss as to what he meant, and then it walloped her over the head like her brother Eli sometimes did when the two of them argued. Not an actual wallop but a verbal harangue. Kate, however, had always held her ground with her older sibling. And she would need to do so now.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The man was implying her husband was a philanderer. Of all the circumstances she had anticipated dealing with, this one had honestly never crossed her mind. Mostly, she supposed, because this wasn’t a real marriage. It probably was true that Henry had a woman somewhere, although she knew from the Pinkerton office that he wasn’t married. Well, this driver wouldn’t rattle her. She had a job to do. And part of that job was to be Henry’s loving wife as well as his partner on the job. She could do it. She <i>would</i> do it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sure it will be fine. I know my Gilbert, and he would never be anything but a gentleman. He was expecting me tomorrow. I’m just a day early. He left me a note at the house as to where he would be this evening,” she added, warming to the prevarications spilling from her mouth.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“So he knew you were coming? But you said he didn’t.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I, ah.” She cleared her throat. “He wasn’t certain when I was to arrive. I was visiting my mother. She’s very ill, you see. I had told him I might arrive tonight, or tomorrow. I told him to go to the party and not to wait for me.” <i>Stop talking, Kate.</i> She folded her gloved hands onto her lap and glanced to the countryside, still visible in the fading light. This lying was going to prove a challenge to her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Her mentor at the agency, Louise Foster, who had single-handedly gotten Kate this assignment, had told her during her training to keep the mistruths to a minimum. It would make it easier to remember them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Well, then,” the driver said. “I’m sure it will be fine. Your Gilbert will be mighty happy to see you.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">They crossed beneath a large wrought iron arch and entered a massive ranch. It had been a long journey from town and Kate’s bottom was sore from the buckboard. She would have been much happier on her own horse, but Edgar Jones, her boss, had insisted she not enter the fray alone. He embraced working with female agents on his payroll, but he was careful with their safety as well.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Mr. Jones had sent word to Henry via a courier that she was arriving, but it was never clear if the message had been received. It had contained Louise’s suggestion that Kate attend the party. Louise had argued with Jones from her hospital bed that Henry was sometimes too stubborn in wanting to work alone and that if they didn’t force Kate upon him, he might keep her away from the investigation. Kate had been uncomfortably present for that exchange, leading her to wonder if Henry was a good agent after all, but underlying the discussion was a genuine tone of concern in both Jones and Louise’s voices.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">However, now that Kate was here, a bigger problem was presenting itself—Henry was expecting Louise as his “wife” partner, not Kate. In fact, Kate had never met Henry, so of course he wouldn’t know who she was when she arrived.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hence her anxiety.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In the distance, the lights of the main house blazed, growing brighter as they neared. The front area was crowded with buggies, horses, and carriages. Her driver was forced to stop some distance from the front porch.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He set the brake, climbed down, and came to Kate’s side. She gathered the full folds of her royal blue gown, quite the fanciest thing she had ever worn. The Rocking Wren, her folks’ ranch, rarely required this level of decorum. She clasped the driver’s hand and stepped down.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She confirmed she had her reticule looped around a wrist and patted her hair, pinned into a fancy upsweep.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She turned to the driver. “I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get your name.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Francis, ma’am. It was a pleasure, Mrs. Gilbert ….” He raised a busy brow in question.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Holmes. And please, call me Sallie.” She was immensely proud that she got her alias correct, although she had no doubt that this was the smallest of tests she was about to endure. Still, she must take every victory she could get.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Shall I wait for you, Sallie?” Francis asked, his gaze filled with genuine concern.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“No, of course not. My husband will see me home.” She hoped.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Francis donned his hat, giving a nod and a tug on the brim. “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Perhaps I’ll see you again, Mr. Francis ….” She leaned forward and raised a brow.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He chuckled. “O’Malley. I run the livery in town. I’m also the blacksmith. If you need a horse shod, you give me a holler. I’ll do it for free. It’s the least I can do.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">As she started to turn to leave, he added, “And watch yourself in there.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She looked over her shoulder at him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Mrs. Wingate, she can be a little … too much. Don’t let her scare you. People like her sense fear and they pounce. Someone like you don’t deserve that. If you ever have any trouble and your husband isn’t doing his job, you come see me, you hear?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kate relaxed her shoulders, feeling the genuine concern emanating from Francis. “Thank you. I appreciate it. I truly do.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She left him and made her way to the entrance of the grand home, feeling as if every step were taking her into the lion’s den. But she wouldn’t be afraid. She had wanted to have a career in law enforcement since she had turned sixteen. It was why she had pursued employment with the Pinkerton Detective Agency, one of the only places that allowed women—and especially young women—to have a chance to do important work.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The front entrance was open and attended by a butler. Kate took a deep breath and crossed the threshold.</p><p class="Center" style="text-align: center;">* * *</p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry scanned the bustling ballroom, filled with partygoers chattering away—men in suits and women in gowns awash with color. Everyone loved a good Wingate extravaganza, or at least that’s what Henry had learned in the past week of undercover work.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">His gaze rested briefly on Arthur Wingate, his target in this investigation. The man was tall, making it easy to find him in a crowd, his gray-streaked black hair slicked back. He was holding court with three men. While he didn’t recognize the man on the left, Henry knew the other two were involved with a company that imported steel products into Mexico.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">It could certainly be a connection in the official case to which the Pinkertons had been contracted. First National Bank out of Trinidad had hired the agency to investigate possible money counterfeiting and insurance fraud. Henry was certain that Wingate was at the center. All he had to do was prove it. But Henry also had a secondary reason for being here, one he hadn’t shared with his boss, Edgar Jones, despite that he and Jonesy were more than employer and employee. They were friends, too. But Henry didn’t want Jonesy and the agency implicated if things went south, and truth be told, Henry wasn’t certain what he would uncover. His father, Hugh Maguire, had gone missing in Trinidad nine years ago. The official story—he was killed in a coal mine explosion, but Henry had reason to believe that hadn’t been the case.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">And at the center of it all was Arthur Wingate.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry was here to prove that Wingate was a criminal, and maybe a murderer.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Ian’s voice echoed in Henry’s head. “There was an investigation, Henry, and no foul play was found.” He and his older brother often failed to see eye-to-eye, hence why Henry had told no one his true reason for being here, least of all Ian.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He took a sip of his brandy … barely. He had no intention of clouding his judgment with alcohol this evening.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Sir.” A valet drew his attention.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry nodded his acknowledgement.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Your wife has arrived, sir.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>My wife </i>….<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">What the hell? Louise was here? Now?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Jonesy had agreed that Louise Foster would be summoned when Henry sent word. And he hadn’t sent word. Dammit.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Of course,” Henry replied. “Thank you.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Please follow me, sir.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry thought of abandoning the drink he’d been nursing for the last hour, but instead kept it as he followed the valet through clusters of people and the low din of talking and laughing. In fact, he took a large gulp as he walked, to soothe his nerves. Sometimes his own rules needed to be amended. This wasn’t a disaster, he reminded himself. Louise was a good field agent, one he’d worked with more than once, and he respected her abilities. She was also his friend, one of the very few along with Jonesy. If she were here now, there must be a good reason. While his cover had included a wife, Henry rather liked working alone, and he’d told Jonesy that Louise could join him when it seemed absolutely necessary. And it hadn’t been necessary … yet. But apparently Edgar Jones had pulled rank, thinking differently.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">As Henry entered the foyer, his gaze landed on a young woman in a stunning blue gown, her dark brown hair swept away from her face. She was conversing with Arthur’s wife, Lottie, near the front entrance. Her poise drew his eye and for a moment, Henry considered what it would be like if he weren’t working, if he could simply pursue a conversation with an attractive woman. He had purposely not set down roots. His work made it impossible. Well, not impossible. He had simply not met a woman who could turn his attention from his job.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Reluctantly, he peeled his eyes from the alluring distraction and searched the foyer for Louise, but she was nowhere to be seen.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“She must have stepped into another room,” Henry said to the valet.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“No, sir.” The young man stopped and gave a nod toward Mrs. Wingate and the striking woman beside her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry endured a brief state of confusion, an unnatural occurrence since he kept everything in his life compartmentalized and in order.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Recovering quickly, he said, “Of course, thank you. I must need my spectacles this evening.” He left the valet before he was forced to converse further, giving even more opportunities for a slip up. He walked slowly to the two women, since he wasn’t certain what he should say. Clearly, the valet had been misinformed.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry glanced over his shoulder, confirming the man had left the foyer. With the all-clear, Henry shifted his path to miss the two conversing women, although a twinge of regret flared. A small part of him wondered what would happen if he struck up a conversation with the woman in blue. But now wasn’t the time for personal interests. Just as he passed within three feet of the women, a voice rang out, “Gilbert! Darling!”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Henry stopped and faced the woman who had in a brief span sparked such an intense interest in him. She had used his alias. It all became clear in an instant.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She was his wife.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hell.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He plastered the biggest smile he could on his face. “Sallie, there you are.” He went to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">His Sallie blushed, her cheeks a bright crimson. Her skin was smooth as porcelain, leaving a lingering impression upon his lips, and it only added to his frustration.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He kept his expression amiable and besotted, playing the part of a happy and surprised husband, and said, “I had no idea you were coming.” But beneath it all, anger threatened to uncoil in his chest.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He took some measure of pleasure when his new wife flinched ever so slightly, no doubt catching the flash of censure he allowed to escape his gaze. He could accept her as his wife, but it didn’t mean he had to like it, whether she was compelling or not.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">But still, where the hell was Louise? Why had Jonesy sent this much too young of a woman with whom he had no acquaintance and could therefore not assess her skills as an agent? To make it all worse, his pulse had quickened as soon as he’d looked into her clear green eyes. She might be young, but a spark of intelligence snapped the distance between them.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“It was last minute, darling,” she replied, her voice tinged with excitement.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">It was too late to turn back now. They had an audience with Lottie Wingate, who watched them intently. And Henry had been struggling with Mrs. Wingate ever since he’d gotten here. He’d managed to ingratiate himself with the woman’s husband, Arthur, posing as a writer hired to pen the man’s life story, but Lottie Wingate had been surprisingly suspicious.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’m thrilled you’re here,” he said, taking Sallie’s hand. He turned his attention to the older woman. “If you’ll excuse us, I’d like to have a word in private with my beautiful bride.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Certainly,” Lottie said, her gaze cool. She was a striking woman with fair skin and red hair that had yet to succumb to graying. “It was lovely to meet you, Sallie. I hope we’ll have a chance to speak more. And you’ll have to accompany Gilbert the next time he comes here.” Henry didn’t miss the hard flash in her gaze. She hadn’t liked Henry from the moment he had arrived. “We could have tea while the men discuss business.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’d like that,” Sallie said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Having abandoned his drink on a side table, Henry tucked Sallie’s gloved hand into the crook of his elbow and led her into the next room. He wanted to speak privately but in a flash knew this would be impossible. It was too risky to engage in any kind of conversation beyond the benign while they were at this party.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Would you like a drink?” he asked quietly. He could use another one.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sallie smiled and nodded, sliding a quick glance at him, and then letting her eyes roam the room.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">They found a waiter and his wife’s gloved hand soon held a sherry and Henry’s a whiskey, straight up. He drank it in one swallow. His wife narrowed her eyes, the first sign of some backbone in the woman.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I know my arrival is unexpected, Gilbert,” she murmured over the rim of her sherry glass, taking a sip. “But rest assured, I’m here to stay. You’re not alone any longer.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Copyright © 2022<i> K. McCaffrey LLC</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwPayuPFjY1rJV6kJLkRy5Sc-3o78n5oaq93HWRPApmeND08S4VIgSEGWv0HoOZez8_D-R0pOItBjrlnInkJosNRim9qNzeGhczmj2ekO-mY6Y56hVPyDObXBPeferT8k5Dxf3ZZDufQxUGSKqha1DndWwlM4z2SwuPofGc26NiUDYP6AjtM9kCjunyA=s940" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwPayuPFjY1rJV6kJLkRy5Sc-3o78n5oaq93HWRPApmeND08S4VIgSEGWv0HoOZez8_D-R0pOItBjrlnInkJosNRim9qNzeGhczmj2ekO-mY6Y56hVPyDObXBPeferT8k5Dxf3ZZDufQxUGSKqha1DndWwlM4z2SwuPofGc26NiUDYP6AjtM9kCjunyA=w400-h335" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-41415054658640539382022-01-18T17:56:00.000-08:002022-01-18T17:56:10.353-08:00Writing Cold Horizon<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_zJI3lxt6SnPcIsOD0hRp8meE2fEPKu0oCLNIKJ72hYsHky6fD3dvDhruZYaRxsSe-iR81COJZSwd3ATO8AR7lj8_KSouXB0CRK0Auqhv9i8Iw-vLvPZkdjVQF0Fd_qU-3zXpDmG4BqGbH1OFzRYN2g9zJU86M9cw6ikZJHq6DzKP06n7Ugt5a3v1cw=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_zJI3lxt6SnPcIsOD0hRp8meE2fEPKu0oCLNIKJ72hYsHky6fD3dvDhruZYaRxsSe-iR81COJZSwd3ATO8AR7lj8_KSouXB0CRK0Auqhv9i8Iw-vLvPZkdjVQF0Fd_qU-3zXpDmG4BqGbH1OFzRYN2g9zJU86M9cw6ikZJHq6DzKP06n7Ugt5a3v1cw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><i><p><i><br /></i></p>By Kristy McCaffrey</i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I’m not a climber, but I’ve always been fascinated by
mountain climbing and have followed the careers of many mountaineers. I've always
wanted to write a book about it. When I decided to get serious about COLD HORIZON, I read dozens of memoirs by climbers, as well as educating myself
about how these types of expeditions were organized. Another great resource were
blogs where climbers posted real-time as they tackled K2. While Mt. Everest is
the tallest mountain in the world, I was more interested in K2, number two.
It’s not located in the Himalaya but in the Karakoram. Climbers must enter
through Pakistan, and the trek to base camp is a perilous ten-day hike with
little infrastructure. K2 is a technically more difficult mountain than
Everest, and it’s more dangerous.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinLmeRwpZGjJ71p6IqgQpcSiSazVRE-VdMiL3bqG5dfAOLeOcdaaUt3Xae0ZSbEUKSk5qwHexPK2UDGFxX2JAlVsfpYA5a9O0MQGsHD1RhZHc_1xxv5rbS555EaN2pNiehD9aSRpj77AAJ_QSblNUe4_uExgOKdv0AUoW4LSzRVOUgUTB7miAn6GtcpQ=s987" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinLmeRwpZGjJ71p6IqgQpcSiSazVRE-VdMiL3bqG5dfAOLeOcdaaUt3Xae0ZSbEUKSk5qwHexPK2UDGFxX2JAlVsfpYA5a9O0MQGsHD1RhZHc_1xxv5rbS555EaN2pNiehD9aSRpj77AAJ_QSblNUe4_uExgOKdv0AUoW4LSzRVOUgUTB7miAn6GtcpQ=w269-h320" width="269" /></a></div>
<p class="MsoNormal">I watched a lot of documentaries too, but one of my favorite
films is <i>Vertical Limit</i> (released in 2000) starring Chris O’Donnell, Robyn Tunney, the late Bill Paxton, and Scott Glenn. It gets a lot about K2 wrong,
but it’s highly entertaining and perfect popcorn fare.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ09G0WWd-nsh0hzl8vMQL3LKCtHuo0DBqLC4G2jTo7vJCAJbd0YlBlOce1nwOWirETrx8RMY3uT1_A7ayrpbDIGB-dZoGLq1yNBENvKZLmp4BqvsmT_zdViq69mi_gZFXnrEzKoRRqSnbwoQI_a2hm4OMXkTdjh6JGN3MKvQbqhUit4UUQ0g2NXMYJA=s1763" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1763" data-original-width="1175" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZ09G0WWd-nsh0hzl8vMQL3LKCtHuo0DBqLC4G2jTo7vJCAJbd0YlBlOce1nwOWirETrx8RMY3uT1_A7ayrpbDIGB-dZoGLq1yNBENvKZLmp4BqvsmT_zdViq69mi_gZFXnrEzKoRRqSnbwoQI_a2hm4OMXkTdjh6JGN3MKvQbqhUit4UUQ0g2NXMYJA=s320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b>My Characters</b></p><p class="MsoNormal">The heroine, Lindsey Coulson, grew up with a mountaineering father. Unfortunately, he dies while on an expedition when she’s young, but
she and her older sister, Alison, become climbers in their teens nevertheless.
Together they tackle some of the biggest mountains in the world and begin to
make a name for themselves. Then Alison dies at K2—the first
expedition that Lindsey had skipped—and in her grief, Lindsey stops climbing.
But now she’s ready to get back at it, and she knows she must go to K2, so she
approaches Tyler Galloway and asks if she can join his team.<o:p></o:p></p></div>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHO68cxMF6yd7R4NS8auehJT0GiXrGgr1xtrJMDQ9bFarBCkVjMzUoU7itobIFkUxfDtdgXtZKbJZMoy-fop6rKjoP95FQ_r6JPPzdbVeP7ikrerxA8NzXic20rlun9QCUTqn7Mcd93WwSCGsDGyloybdObU_4DqsvAJSOveLQ0hnD9EBAqe16wLGG8A=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHO68cxMF6yd7R4NS8auehJT0GiXrGgr1xtrJMDQ9bFarBCkVjMzUoU7itobIFkUxfDtdgXtZKbJZMoy-fop6rKjoP95FQ_r6JPPzdbVeP7ikrerxA8NzXic20rlun9QCUTqn7Mcd93WwSCGsDGyloybdObU_4DqsvAJSOveLQ0hnD9EBAqe16wLGG8A=s320" width="259" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Tyler Galloway has grown up with adventurous parents who
instilled a love of the outdoors and extreme sports in all three of their
children. (His siblings star in the other two Pathway books, DEEP BLUE and
ANCIENT WINDS.) He has an appreciation for the natural world and supplements his
income by writing about it, but he is also restless at heart and likes pushing
himself. He admires Lindsey, even has a bit of a crush on her, but he’s a
strong leader who considers the needs of the team over the individual.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh79LL_h-TOz2NjUmFTqwnEZEmvJtNrHVqtMqZ2rfiCFeO3mFCInkYEgqPVBl15okN4h3EQiL5E1vS-lCWi3QQzYSnD1u998YyHjSScHwfhjY5WnuQGuG_JaIX8EP_v-HTe9wBmCCUH8pTJ3mOQMLhH5TQ5BBDFJKWbT1TYxlmqbW21Ktis-IPykgL0TQ=s1022" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1022" data-original-width="583" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh79LL_h-TOz2NjUmFTqwnEZEmvJtNrHVqtMqZ2rfiCFeO3mFCInkYEgqPVBl15okN4h3EQiL5E1vS-lCWi3QQzYSnD1u998YyHjSScHwfhjY5WnuQGuG_JaIX8EP_v-HTe9wBmCCUH8pTJ3mOQMLhH5TQ5BBDFJKWbT1TYxlmqbW21Ktis-IPykgL0TQ=s320" width="183" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The other members of the team are David Shaw, who was
Alison’s fiancé and was with her two years ago on K2 when she died. There’s
friction between David and Lindsey that plays out in the story. Ed Dittrich,
known as Ditch, is older and Tyler’s mentor. He’s a very careful and
methodical climber and keeps the team on course. The final member of the team
is Billy Packer, an irreverent soul who says the most inappropriate things at
the wrong time (he’s the comic relief). Tyler’s sister Brynn also joins them. She doesn’t climb but remains in base
camp and acts as the trip manager, relaying messages on the radio and watching
the weather forecasts.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVNGkyGBv2IsbuDwos5obtyBs89PadoOJd5C6DIPFsLykUA5BSdfazfIAO7HnMZPYKujkTPtsKjgpOiLX0dzjl4RuJpRGocFwf_ccGPlqzmkBOUAWoXVZpDzUd5hSzxsEHxsq1O8x-Lz_Cpf_wXqGotw-6M-nZqpJKmpfliv5PEZ0n8_5TmPbpt5m-5Q=s2000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjVNGkyGBv2IsbuDwos5obtyBs89PadoOJd5C6DIPFsLykUA5BSdfazfIAO7HnMZPYKujkTPtsKjgpOiLX0dzjl4RuJpRGocFwf_ccGPlqzmkBOUAWoXVZpDzUd5hSzxsEHxsq1O8x-Lz_Cpf_wXqGotw-6M-nZqpJKmpfliv5PEZ0n8_5TmPbpt5m-5Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><b>What’s it like to climb K2?</b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">K2 is located on the border between China and Pakistan in
the Karakoram Mountains. The name K2 is derived from the notation used by the
Great Trigonometrical Survey of British India, given because it was the second
peak measured in the Karakoram Range. Locally, the mountain is called Chogori. Its
icy sides are steep and exposed, and it’s prone to heavy storms and avalanches.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Most climbers approach from the Pakistan side, starting in
Islamabad, then take a bus ride to the town of Skardu. From there, it’s a
10-day treacherous hike to get to base camp, situated at 18,000 feet. Climbers
usually employ anywhere from 50-100 porters to haul in everything they need.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Each team is embedded with a Pakistani Liaison Officer who
makes sure they abide by the rules of the permit (no climbing other mountains,
no team jumping, no spying, etc.) Over the next 4-5 weeks, climbers haul gear
and fix ropes to successive camps up the mountain. To acclimate their bodies to
the altitude, this must be done slowly to avoid life-threatening illnesses such
as pulmonary or cerebral edema. The climbing season in the Karakorams is from
June to August, with most summits occurring in early August.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The difficulty in climbing K2 lies in the fact that it’s
prone to frequent and severe storms that make treacherous climbing conditions
even more challenging. The number of climbers who have reached the summit is
only a small fraction compared to successful summits of Mt. Everest, and
proportionally K2 has the second highest fatality rate of all 8000-meter peaks
(Annapurna, the 10<sup>th</sup> highest mountain, has the most.)</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiM7y_c4nae17ws7S7C7--FOOCUMnxdBue10y3oVDM2QqPH9qlyXHCUAG5jHKRtt6GQxDDvcfx_zToR3G1yauEuKmXWJcYng1j56n5UEF60Dmj5RAHrAqH-eMNFn8mpvQn4EVGyMBD_Py6xsuaDtQKKbgPEHi6JWro_gkq0ONm8TX0i2ya2iMehP01hfw=s800" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="660" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiM7y_c4nae17ws7S7C7--FOOCUMnxdBue10y3oVDM2QqPH9qlyXHCUAG5jHKRtt6GQxDDvcfx_zToR3G1yauEuKmXWJcYng1j56n5UEF60Dmj5RAHrAqH-eMNFn8mpvQn4EVGyMBD_Py6xsuaDtQKKbgPEHi6JWro_gkq0ONm8TX0i2ya2iMehP01hfw=s320" width="264" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wanda Rutkiewicz</td></tr></tbody></table><b><br /></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Women who have climbed K2</b><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Polish climber Wanda Rutkiewicz was the first woman to climb
K2 in 1986, which she accomplished without the use of supplemental oxygen.
Unfortunately, that same summer, thirteen climbers died on the mountain,
including two other women who had also summited – Liliane Barrard (France) and
Julie Tullis (Britain). In 1992, Wanda later disappeared and was presumed dead
while climbing Kangchenjunga, the third highest mountain.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHYoV1IQWfqY8ckHQwKVdNbWSD97SSQibIN-kwD1oUyhPhNd5KKZ9vmTiG9NoG0Rlwfe97ak0u6bMU9prfulEIWbkiQn5I-zS3XXZ8XDOPrzwsUu3vmXmYKTQjeKYhqqb1NbYfn6ysgITTLoIMeeerQ-eXyXJYaOPNGlhwKCE5lFT3FuarQz3ERLzllw=s1017" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1017" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgHYoV1IQWfqY8ckHQwKVdNbWSD97SSQibIN-kwD1oUyhPhNd5KKZ9vmTiG9NoG0Rlwfe97ak0u6bMU9prfulEIWbkiQn5I-zS3XXZ8XDOPrzwsUu3vmXmYKTQjeKYhqqb1NbYfn6ysgITTLoIMeeerQ-eXyXJYaOPNGlhwKCE5lFT3FuarQz3ERLzllw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edurne Pasabán</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal">There are fourteen mountains that stand above 8000 meters
and many climbers have sought to join the Fourteeners Club by summiting each
one. Only three women have accomplished it. Edurne Pasabán from Spain was the
first in 2010, but she only climbed 13 out of 14 without supplemental oxygen.
(The summits of these mountains are at the same altitude at which commercial
airlines fly.) Gerlinde Kaltenbrunner from Austria completed her quest of
climbing all 14 peaks without supplemental oxygen in 2011 when she finally
reached the top of K2 after several failed attempts. Italian Nives Meroi joined
the club in 2017.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGKnIK0jTqvl5mCL0VR0k9z937WRPTWxBTq0CHIWEANgMjf3helLHkAqMqs1cUXe6nt3yWfIEzzORqEzdzSTX4XR-_aqUqS0OBtYq5as1OKHMwFxFVRqndImbrt-qQVhxz37NFn8DDo9i5hLjx6MbYWVLHsFi7SjneEDYyjf_YLgS78Jsz3biXzabQ6g=s768" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="768" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGKnIK0jTqvl5mCL0VR0k9z937WRPTWxBTq0CHIWEANgMjf3helLHkAqMqs1cUXe6nt3yWfIEzzORqEzdzSTX4XR-_aqUqS0OBtYq5as1OKHMwFxFVRqndImbrt-qQVhxz37NFn8DDo9i5hLjx6MbYWVLHsFi7SjneEDYyjf_YLgS78Jsz3biXzabQ6g=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gerlinde Kaltenbrunner</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The first American woman to summit K2 was Vanessa O’Brien in
2017 (she holds dual American-British citizenship).<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Obscure Facts I Found While Researching This Book</b><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">There’s no perfect food to eat while climbing, and climbers consume all sorts of strange things: butter in bags, lard, but also chocolate, pop
tarts, hard liquor and beer.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Mostly the appetite is suppressed at high altitudes and
climbers routinely shed up to 25 lbs. on these expeditions.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Climbers melt snow to drink but glacier water is devoid of
any nutrients and some female climbers experience problems with menstruation
and hair falling out, so it’s recommended to take supplements to avoid this.<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Goraks are large birds that resemble ravens and are present
at base camp. They also eat the bodies of dead climbers.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Bodies of dead climbers are rarely recovered (it’s far too
dangerous) but are eventually pushed down the mountain via avalanches and
ground apart from glacier movement. Body parts will frequently turn up between
base camp and advanced base camp.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Climbers can die suddenly from the high altitude. Pulmonary
edema will fill the lungs with fluid and cerebral edema causes the brain to
swell. If symptoms appear to either of these conditions, the affected climber
must descend quickly or risk death.<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAxAWSyc2bzY6OleWkOWgDzfxQM4L0f4-zVF9Ar4pXaTzCloNfM1Ed0K11vFdNC-5sFDTZ34BIFLXNXVlK4niI3nMECcWEql3aRY83i2ohAaC-ghugKQFo3H_SjNaKtmvkZo6qf7R7--1KlI4uScIo4Ft_betDhOrhkuijk7Tu9Egf4X95M9088ckUrw=s1794" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1794" data-original-width="1496" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAxAWSyc2bzY6OleWkOWgDzfxQM4L0f4-zVF9Ar4pXaTzCloNfM1Ed0K11vFdNC-5sFDTZ34BIFLXNXVlK4niI3nMECcWEql3aRY83i2ohAaC-ghugKQFo3H_SjNaKtmvkZo6qf7R7--1KlI4uScIo4Ft_betDhOrhkuijk7Tu9Egf4X95M9088ckUrw=s320" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">My entire Pathway series, which currently includes 3 novels
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and Molly's past with the Comanche is about to catch up with her. This story includes
other couples from the Wings of the West series, and you'll meet the daughters
of the second generation. (Soon to star in their own novels.)</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">"It was so great to come back ... to read more of this
series … can't wait for more." ~ Goodreads Reviewer</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">“Love, adventure, mystery and thriller all rolled into one.”
~ Goodreads Reviewer</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">"The themes of past trauma, hope, redemption, and
teamwork were prevalent throughout ... I highly recommend this!" ~ Amazon
Reviewer</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p></p><p><u><i>Excerpt</i></u></p><p class="MsoNormal">Matt entered the restaurant and hung his hat on a peg,
Nathan and Bill Harner behind him. When he spotted Molly sitting with Emma, he
made his way to the table and leaned down to kiss Molly’s cheek.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I want you to meet someone.” Stepping aside, he said, “This
is Bill Harner.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Surprise crossed Molly’s face. “You were at the corral today
with the horse with the colorful noseband.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bill nodded. “That was me. It’s a pleasure to meet you,
ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Bill was a Texas Ranger,” Matt said, taking a chair beside
his wife. “We ran into him this morning and invited him to supper. I hope you
don’t mind.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“No, not at all.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Once the men were seated, a waitress took everyone’s orders.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Were you all in the same company together?” Emma asked Bill,
indicating her husband, Nathan, and Matt.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, ma’am.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Matt almost smiled at Harner’s formality, since he wasn’t
much older than either Molly or Emma. “You were the youngster the year Nathan
and I left,” he said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“It’s really nice to see you again, sir,” Bill said. “I’d
heard that you’d been rescued after Cerillo captured you. I guess I wasn’t
surprised you didn’t return to duty after that.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“It was Nathan who got me out,” Matt said, trying to gloss
over that memory.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’m glad you survived, sir.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“You can call me Matt.” He’d said as much earlier, but it
had apparently not taken.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The waitress brought drinks for everyone. Bill nodded and
smiled and took a large gulp of water.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Matt glanced at his wife, taking in her peaked appearance. It
was subtle, but he knew Molly better than anyone. Leaning close, he said in a
low voice, “Are you all right?” He worried she might be coming down with
something. She hadn’t been sleeping well since they’d arrived in Denton two
days ago, and even before that she’d been plagued with bad dreams of her
Comanche family for the last few months.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Just as he didn’t much care to discuss his capture and
incarceration of several months by Augusto Cerillo, a Mexican outlaw, Molly
generally didn’t speak of the trauma of her childhood, which had included the
murder of her folks. He still had the occasional bad dream. Is that what Molly
was dealing with? Was she having flashbacks to what had happened to her when
she was young? Did it have anything to do with their own children? Eli was
fourteen now, Katie twelve, and Josie was eleven. Molly had been nine when
she’d been taken, so their children were a bit older, but still, it was hard to
fathom how she had coped.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">But she surprised him with a broad smile that instantly
transformed her into the beauty he’d been blessed to share his life with these
past fifteen years. There was no doubt he would be lost without her.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“I’m fine,” she replied, and clasped his hand in a
reassuring squeeze. She turned her attention to Bill. “Mister Harner, how did
you come by that noseband on the horse you were showing?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“My wife made it.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Who was that boy with you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bill seemed a bit taken back. “Well, that was my son.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Is he ….” Molly’s voice trailed off.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Is he what?” Matt asked, his brows furrowing. Molly’s
behavior was confusing him.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">She appeared a bit chagrined and took a sip of her lemonade
before saying, “When I was a child, I lived with the Comanche for many years. Your
son … he has the look of them. Is your wife also of the People?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bill had gone silent, his face pinched and shuttered. Matt
didn’t know what to say. Molly rarely confronted others in such a way.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Her eyes widened, and she quickly added, “My apologies. It’s
just … when I saw your horse, it took me back to that time.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Bill cleared his throat. “Mrs. Ryan, I had no idea you were
taken as a child. That must’ve been a trying experience.”<o:p></o:p></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">“Yes.</span>”</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEig6VPBz1WvW46LwJlRHQYsU6uhoppe7iplI-RaPKhA1Frn8s0pqb77V60I6PRMlXzjsj_8i_sCZ0UP-HBzzJrgByN7AcUWT2e2uVJfT9goRnkeqXX9ghggc8OvnvzBwoyi4MSPJEqfwDAUO1g50gODuAHzUx6U88gc3jj0MJGeaXKXmIaX25rzZ4emcw=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEig6VPBz1WvW46LwJlRHQYsU6uhoppe7iplI-RaPKhA1Frn8s0pqb77V60I6PRMlXzjsj_8i_sCZ0UP-HBzzJrgByN7AcUWT2e2uVJfT9goRnkeqXX9ghggc8OvnvzBwoyi4MSPJEqfwDAUO1g50gODuAHzUx6U88gc3jj0MJGeaXKXmIaX25rzZ4emcw=w400-h209" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Available in eBook and paperback.</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon US: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonUS">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonUS</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon UK: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonUK">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonUK</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon CA: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonCA">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonCA</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon AU: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonAU">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAmazonAU</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon DE (English version): <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdDEenglishversion">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdDEenglishversion</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Nook: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdNook">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdNook</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Apple Books: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAppleBooks">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdAppleBooks</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kobo: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdKobo">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdKobo</a><o:p></o:p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Google Play: <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdGooglePlay">https://kmccaffrey.com/SongbirdGooglePlay</a></span></p><p>Print: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Songbird-Wings-West-Kristy-McCaffrey/dp/1952801176/" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">https://www.amazon.com/Songbird-Wings-West-Kristy-McCaffrey/dp/1952801176/</a></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-22751733938035429202021-12-17T01:00:00.001-08:002021-12-17T01:00:00.167-08:00The Wren is now available in Italian<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjor_aJUF7uFh_DmokLI9s475fG7glwuLogXgKTIYCftdHsEO9zHd_SVk-bK3hMlZSbzGkQ1hYn9DWm6b03CMaSHCCAy38ZrjasI8N3_oD1hSclYb_gashYi-c4nJTF0WIcDun0z3nKKc2_Z_ZRRjIIa5rQ2LOMkQUPxyHLE7UspE92HLDnWA8WSszFeA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjor_aJUF7uFh_DmokLI9s475fG7glwuLogXgKTIYCftdHsEO9zHd_SVk-bK3hMlZSbzGkQ1hYn9DWm6b03CMaSHCCAy38ZrjasI8N3_oD1hSclYb_gashYi-c4nJTF0WIcDun0z3nKKc2_Z_ZRRjIIa5rQ2LOMkQUPxyHLE7UspE92HLDnWA8WSszFeA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p style="text-align: center;">I'm pleased to share that THE WREN can now be read in Italian.</p><p style="text-align: center;">LO SCRICCIOLO<br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: left;">Ali del West: Libro Uno</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5pmbGpsJOb_6uC1O-ADFufXIyJjop0RVxgHL9ZrDLbYI-XcibSJ_9vRuS5QtJp91I4BhFs5o4dgThHtWXO0EW1iAeuLeCs4XXX-xbg1kH_gwSvzEGqBVXQIkite1ghV6Ah6a7W_GDZEynu0qmvXKazHDrIPezbVcMn13Sc5ip3ixBYE2FGlZ2ZWt9qw=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5pmbGpsJOb_6uC1O-ADFufXIyJjop0RVxgHL9ZrDLbYI-XcibSJ_9vRuS5QtJp91I4BhFs5o4dgThHtWXO0EW1iAeuLeCs4XXX-xbg1kH_gwSvzEGqBVXQIkite1ghV6Ah6a7W_GDZEynu0qmvXKazHDrIPezbVcMn13Sc5ip3ixBYE2FGlZ2ZWt9qw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="CenteringNormal"><i><span lang="IT">Texas del Nord<br /></span></i><i><span lang="IT">1877</span></i></p><p class="Body" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-hyphenate: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Sono
passati dieci anni dal giorno dell’attacco al ranch in cui i suoi genitori
furono assassinati e lei rapita. Adesso diciannovenne, Molly Hart torna
finalmente a casa nel Texas del Nord dopo aver trascorso il resto dell’infanzia
con una tribù di Comanche Quahadi. Ad attenderla ci sono una dimora deserta in
balìa della polvere e del tempo, nonché l’agghiacciante scoperta del proprio
tumulo e la presenza di un uomo che pensava non avrebbe mai più rivisto.</span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Body" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-hyphenate: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p class="CenteringNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT">
</span></p><p class="Body" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-hyphenate: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.2pt;"><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Un
vento smanioso spinge Matt Ryan verso le rovine fatiscenti del ranch degli
Hart. Guarito di recente, dopo una prigionia che lo aveva quasi ucciso, non
prova ormai che un briciolo della brama di verità e giustizia di un tempo.
Dieci anni di devoto servizio all’esercito degli Stati Uniti e ai Texas
Rangers, in cerca dei responsabili del feroce assassinio di una bambina, non
sono serviti a niente se non a scoprire che la rassegnazione non sarebbe mai
arrivata. Diretto verso il posto in cui tutto ebbe inizio, s’imbatte con
sorpresa in una donna dagli stessi occhi azzurri della piccola che non riesce a
dimenticare.</span><span lang="IT" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="CenteringNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Disponibile in
formato eBook e cartaceo.</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/lo-scricciolo-the-wren-italian-edition/" target="_blank"><span style="background: white;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">Acquista Ora</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7sKTuHH3vMJ4ea4brVEd0TicLIR2zlrpjw_bUo7vbX854rPPRKnKAXzoQbdYlnb-qnsTYlZdgrpoMw8HbPHJZ53Y3DB7fkfU1IEO4k0mc_mf6G66Brg4jwnPn2zYyYCRW0WtZIvaYulQSS2gBStkXdcdEub2I3B3GmZJBQVHBC-jtZSSQeOT8DfXxdQ=s2700" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7sKTuHH3vMJ4ea4brVEd0TicLIR2zlrpjw_bUo7vbX854rPPRKnKAXzoQbdYlnb-qnsTYlZdgrpoMw8HbPHJZ53Y3DB7fkfU1IEO4k0mc_mf6G66Brg4jwnPn2zYyYCRW0WtZIvaYulQSS2gBStkXdcdEub2I3B3GmZJBQVHBC-jtZSSQeOT8DfXxdQ=s320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white;">In arrivo<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-13969227358777650292021-12-15T01:00:00.001-08:002021-12-15T01:00:00.172-08:00The Origins of Backgammon<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaz_Sv6iOi9_y11ag0tpqMwbwcmipJEKR1Li-ldxaeSBLJ7OL_JsX6H8wxIfBFjbUoe29lyBnJdeiVibq98XqlLKG6YUFM-8iiOg0DxnMBYQJdSFBCfe5A4VuUnHes2OD0lpNbY1Z43JstnMAZuyrW1n-WqTS3NHR3BIeyB42aCbQ1nEBQHlMZ-LrRYA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaz_Sv6iOi9_y11ag0tpqMwbwcmipJEKR1Li-ldxaeSBLJ7OL_JsX6H8wxIfBFjbUoe29lyBnJdeiVibq98XqlLKG6YUFM-8iiOg0DxnMBYQJdSFBCfe5A4VuUnHes2OD0lpNbY1Z43JstnMAZuyrW1n-WqTS3NHR3BIeyB42aCbQ1nEBQHlMZ-LrRYA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Backgammon is one of the oldest known board games and can be
traced back 5000 years to archaeological discoveries in Mesopotamia (modern-day
Iraq). The Royal Game of Ur from 2600 BC may be an ancestor of today’s version
of backgammon. Today the game is still popular in Iraq, Lebanon, Egypt, Syria
and throughout the Arab world.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Backgammon involves a combination of strategy and luck (from
rolling dice) and is played by two people. Playing pieces are usually called
checkers, but also draughts, stones, men, counters, pawns, discs, pips, chips,
or nips. The objective for each player is to remove, or bear off, all of their
checkers from the board before their opponent can do the same.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzHUMMyfcBl5hgB8fKo0YqU4EHGncCJSFPGUPToSMK1Ekge7SZL09mmfoev3QHqGtxfwxlfcRrDZGy57oYusdZwz-jjt5bqB-DYUoAFg38FvLvmj7QOujw62XSU6Vq-4jW3Jb9BOtKgxO7EKZqQr0CEkypnWR8w5hvwCR7klcNfBUCIurnvci9f6JRqg=s2000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzHUMMyfcBl5hgB8fKo0YqU4EHGncCJSFPGUPToSMK1Ekge7SZL09mmfoev3QHqGtxfwxlfcRrDZGy57oYusdZwz-jjt5bqB-DYUoAFg38FvLvmj7QOujw62XSU6Vq-4jW3Jb9BOtKgxO7EKZqQr0CEkypnWR8w5hvwCR7klcNfBUCIurnvci9f6JRqg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Each side of the board has a track of 12 long triangles,
called points. Play commences in a horseshoe path with players moving checkers
to their home board. Once all checkers are collected, then they can be removed
depending on the roll of the dice.<p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">There are many variants to the game as well as the optional
use of a doubling cube. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The United States Backgammon Federation (USBGF) was
organized in 2009 to help popularize the game in the U.S.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In my book ANCIENT WINDS, Brynn and Tristan play a game of
backgammon in the Bolivian jungle.<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><u>Excerpt<o:p></o:p></u></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brynn couldn’t sleep and found Tristan sitting by a small
fire near the main building. With elbows on knees, he was hunched forward, his
gaze intent on the flames as shadows ebbed and flowed across the angles of his
face. He sported a few days’ growth of whiskers and his dark hair was curling
along the collar of his shirt. The wilderness was slowly consuming them, making
them wild in the process, or maybe it was simply the jungle stripping away
societal barriers and laying them bare. Brynn suspected, however, that Magee had
never paid much attention to such niceties.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Communing with aliens?” she asked, keeping her voice low so
as not to disturb the others who might be nearby. Tristan had been
right—privacy was in short supply. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The glint in Tristan’s gaze conveyed annoyed amusement. And
maybe something else. The tug in her belly was immediate, and she all but
lifted her nose to catch his scent. For a moment she let herself revel in
everything male that was Magee: muscle, strength, and possibly the biggest
aphrodisiac for her—irreverence. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He motioned for her to sit as he said, “Well, if you
consider talking to Dimar interacting with something not of this world, then
the answer is yes.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She took a seat, leaving the one between them empty.
Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping in the jungle,” he said. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Is that a sleeping aid?” she asked as he took a sip from
his canteen. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He replaced the lid. “Nah. Just water. Can you play
backgammon, Galloway?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes. I used to play with my grandfather.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll be right back.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He disappeared, and then returned with a mini version of the
game. He unfolded the board and proceeded to set it up on the empty chair
between them.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Why backgammon?” she asked, helping him organize the pieces
in the glow of the firelight.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“It was my dad’s favorite. Did you know it’s one of the
oldest known board games?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I do. They’ve found evidence of it in Mesopotamia. Maybe it
was a gift from their alien benefactors.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“The dice were made from human bones, so no alien intervention
likely.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You do know your artifacts.”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I try.” He handed her a die, his hand brushing hers. “Need
a refresher on the rules?”</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Nope, I’m good,” she replied, pretending his touch hadn’t
left a burn mark.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Copyright ©
2021 <i>K. McCaffrey LLC</i><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">You can learn more about Ancient Winds, a contemporary romantic adventure, <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/ancient-winds/" target="_blank">at my website</a>.</p>
<p> </p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-7743629964053964442021-12-03T17:50:00.005-08:002021-12-03T17:57:18.436-08:00Valentine Anthology Coming Soon<p><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpImfpffiOPPAES8kM2a1WyGsJcEo6d7UYm1COD-LQ5R0cue5vxX9EAXrvC0A8UheI7Elod7JVoejrYaZ4MInpYtzdODcVa3ibyBv16QnD2vcUO4sTskkOZot225SX8ftDn66TdDogZZqlzxaBumU10yfGB3wKm4ATLu8WNNPGpAJ63gQKjFTcoCfMIA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpImfpffiOPPAES8kM2a1WyGsJcEo6d7UYm1COD-LQ5R0cue5vxX9EAXrvC0A8UheI7Elod7JVoejrYaZ4MInpYtzdODcVa3ibyBv16QnD2vcUO4sTskkOZot225SX8ftDn66TdDogZZqlzxaBumU10yfGB3wKm4ATLu8WNNPGpAJ63gQKjFTcoCfMIA=s320" width="320" /></a></i></div><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">By Kristy McCaffrey</span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I'm excited to be included in an upcoming Valentine anthology featuring a collection of contemporary romance short stories.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrS7rykJ2ffQKE33Jl94gAyDidRZdU0mxlguqhd9RctUnlzOHPmNF29HBGjvaqTx2RIYhgiZ_b1v28eHXyU3hCYrqIWCQpNRFARvT1Jm1aqMxV2HmGMJd9gwKq9CUhX-7o4BCmoBQxaDZw8YbMUym1xu8Qs-BHtlB_1MZYbu6aG39jvPxuPX5xsRezzw=s1500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1500" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrS7rykJ2ffQKE33Jl94gAyDidRZdU0mxlguqhd9RctUnlzOHPmNF29HBGjvaqTx2RIYhgiZ_b1v28eHXyU3hCYrqIWCQpNRFARvT1Jm1aqMxV2HmGMJd9gwKq9CUhX-7o4BCmoBQxaDZw8YbMUym1xu8Qs-BHtlB_1MZYbu6aG39jvPxuPX5xsRezzw=w400-h134" width="400" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: times;">Love...what a tricky and powerful feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: times;">In this anthology, seven authors are ready to
make you swoon over their steamy stories. Are you ready to fall in love?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: times;">This anthology includes stories by:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: times;">B Crowhurst, Sarah Peis, L.A. Remenicky, Amy
Stephens, Kristy McCaffrey, Diana Dawn, and Pandora Snow</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqm6GL67kkUrGV3LjP9jMQ1yhAlXMJMcM7LhHpnwahQjzv_AMqC7NEe-CpSPgPHrC95DnIofdH9p3_beQIJnBZN0fG3Lr0YGS1p_VMboicP7ne0F-9u7UJ24mjbOjkgDCmIQz-anYlnV4GHOKRSGumsNlzwBmJwJR-vSLmOnjj-VJ4P4n4rx-qjmffHw=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjqm6GL67kkUrGV3LjP9jMQ1yhAlXMJMcM7LhHpnwahQjzv_AMqC7NEe-CpSPgPHrC95DnIofdH9p3_beQIJnBZN0fG3Lr0YGS1p_VMboicP7ne0F-9u7UJ24mjbOjkgDCmIQz-anYlnV4GHOKRSGumsNlzwBmJwJR-vSLmOnjj-VJ4P4n4rx-qjmffHw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART is now on pre-order for only 99 cents. (The anthology will be wide for one month and then available in Kindle Unlimited.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Release Date: February 8, 2022</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Buy Links are <a href="https://books2read.com/WithEveryBeatOfMyHeart" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Add it to your <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59446102-with-every-beat-of-my-heart" target="_blank">TBR shelf on Goodreads</a>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">My story will be tied to my Pathway series and features great white sharks off the remote Chatham Islands in New Zealand.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvjhcaJO4CAA4spOoYPSpsB-xX4iBBPz6xm4zh3AMd4PIhYXOhjQtUzIcIjjVpRNNeuPqVa2zkADK7cOflaPJbDojNI3jTPsCizxSjC1qnCxdS-dX6yYkvF_MtdX_DmimV8ECDzpJRD4SKvwbh0jd2VT8eyoV0-bDtLmtltQCl2j2oYEN1RIucCliU5Q=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhvjhcaJO4CAA4spOoYPSpsB-xX4iBBPz6xm4zh3AMd4PIhYXOhjQtUzIcIjjVpRNNeuPqVa2zkADK7cOflaPJbDojNI3jTPsCizxSjC1qnCxdS-dX6yYkvF_MtdX_DmimV8ECDzpJRD4SKvwbh0jd2VT8eyoV0-bDtLmtltQCl2j2oYEN1RIucCliU5Q=s320" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">SHARK REEF</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A Contemporary Adventure Romance Short Story</b> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dr. Gabe O’Grady has had it bad for Jen Fairfield since the
moment they were introduced, but she had a boyfriend at the time, so Gabe
stayed in the friend zone. When he learns she’s about to spend three weeks in
the remote Chatham Islands off New Zealand tagging great white sharks with a
notoriously sketchy filmmaker, Gabe inserts himself into the project to protect
her. But her indifference confounds him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">After ending her previous stalled relationship, Dr. Jen
Fairfield is blindsided by her true feelings for Gabe O’Grady. After a night
out with girlfriends and buoyed by their support, she makes her move with a
very forward voicemail after a few drinks. But when O’Grady ghosts her for two
months, Jen buries her hurt, certain she’ll never see him again. Then he shows
up on her expedition …</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When Gabe learns Jen is single, he knows he can’t let a
chance with her slide by. But first he must rekindle the friendship that she
seems determined to walk away from. He also needs to keep her safe from one of
the most dangerous predators on earth.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><br /><p><br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-83600373370364169162021-11-01T14:39:00.000-07:002021-11-01T14:39:00.568-07:00The Songbird is on Pre-Order<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-opdPqCXhsnpcMjgfVFRriBWyrJ5Cz_39998cKQMsCdbKGyLWq3PbE6d4HIxo7LeZNF806AVjJ7yqPVhMcmBjUyzB2NyrQmngmLzF6AJpkRSWT4lTl0jYBBZ9dr3kwr6p9JfwAptkc0AG/s1200/PreOrderTheSongbird+%25281%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-opdPqCXhsnpcMjgfVFRriBWyrJ5Cz_39998cKQMsCdbKGyLWq3PbE6d4HIxo7LeZNF806AVjJ7yqPVhMcmBjUyzB2NyrQmngmLzF6AJpkRSWT4lTl0jYBBZ9dr3kwr6p9JfwAptkc0AG/s320/PreOrderTheSongbird+%25281%2529.png" width="320" /></a></p><p><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I'm so excited to announce a new story in the Wings of the West series. I wrote this novella for the fans, who have shown so much love for the series over the years. If you’ve ever wondered what life was like for Matt and Molly after THE WREN, then you won’t want to miss this fun read. (Although they do appear in the short story ECHO OF THE PLAINS, which takes place <i>after</i> THE SONGBIRD.)</p><p class="MsoNormal">This novella serves two purposes – a reunion with fave characters from the series, as well as acting as a bridge to the next set of Wings novels, which will star the daughters of Matt and Molly, and Logan and Claire (from THE DOVE). Keep reading to learn the name of the next novel!</p><p class="MsoNormal">The release date for THE SONGBIRD is December 28, 2021, which also happens to be my 30<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTQD2U2gn-FbelDimFBCyHLiWmV8n3i-4M1Ns6z7Px7fuqv9a2kjFrqB0pKzVgU3HI0ssTkndmnG-JSMEUSujwUpQEh_j0vQzcn1yRLuGYCYgoYxhAXxYziIWVZKq4Gju-nEziEwiOPJs/s2048/CoverFinalLG-TheSongbird.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTQD2U2gn-FbelDimFBCyHLiWmV8n3i-4M1Ns6z7Px7fuqv9a2kjFrqB0pKzVgU3HI0ssTkndmnG-JSMEUSujwUpQEh_j0vQzcn1yRLuGYCYgoYxhAXxYziIWVZKq4Gju-nEziEwiOPJs/s320/CoverFinalLG-TheSongbird.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Here’s the official book blurb:<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Join characters from the Wings of the West series in this novella set fifteen years after THE WREN.</p><p class="MsoNormal">A fair in Denton, Texas, draws folks from far and wide, and Matt and Molly Ryan have come to close a horse deal while also enjoying a bit of rest and relaxation. It’s a family affair with Matt’s brother, Logan, and his wife, Claire, joining them, as well as Nathan and Emma Blackmore, and Cale and Tess Walker.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Meet the daughters of the second generation—Katie and Josie Ryan, belonging to Matt and Molly; and Anna, Sarah, and Sophie Ryan, Logan and Claire’s girls. Ranging in age from eleven to fourteen, they attempt to help a boy falsely accused of theft, but in doing so they uncover a deeper secret. And the connection may lead back to Molly’s time with the Kwahadi Comanche when she was a child.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Look for each of the girls to be featured in a future novel. </p><p class="MsoNormal">You can pre-order your copy now!! (Google Play is coming and the story will also be available in print.)<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon US: <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Songbird-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/">https://www.amazon.com/Songbird-Kristy-McCaffrey-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon UK: <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon CA: <a href="https://www.amazon.ca/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/">https://www.amazon.ca/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon AU: <a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/">https://www.amazon.com.au/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amazon DE (English Edition): <a href="https://www.amazon.de/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/">https://www.amazon.de/Songbird-Wings-West-Book-ebook/dp/B09JVYHFRS/</a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Nook: <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-songbird-kristy-mccaffrey/1140384968?ean=2940160964133">https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-songbird-kristy-mccaffrey/1140384968?ean=2940160964133</a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Apple Books: <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-songbird/id1591143473">https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-songbird/id1591143473</a></p><p class="MsoNormal">Kobo: <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-songbird-5">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-songbird-5</a><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Add it to your Goodreads shelf and be notified on release day.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Goodreads: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59420468-the-songbird">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59420468-the-songbird</a><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><b>The Wings of the West Series Reading Order<br /></b></u>Book One: The Wren<br />Book Two: The Dove<br />Book Three: The Sparrow<br />Book Four: The Blackbird<br />Book Five: The Bluebird<br />Book Six: The Songbird (Novella)<br />Book Seven: Echo of the Plains (Short Story)<br /><b><i>Book Eight: The Starling (Coming Soon)</i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The cover reveal for THE STARLING will be in December for my newsletter subscribers. <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/subscribe/" target="_blank">Sign up here</a> if you haven't already. I'd love to see you there!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60PGCopK2GnPMSuTu9ueyyUHbC-B94heKw5jPVdzLBfzh2f8j8Shl9ptFpR-noH4SwZ501G4FUe3v2RCEgRC3NX9IT2tkxJ3JLTak3YAPqlPc9WzNO5g-7TcFr8oBOiCakURrVapYT17S/s873/smartphone_499x873+%25281%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="499" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60PGCopK2GnPMSuTu9ueyyUHbC-B94heKw5jPVdzLBfzh2f8j8Shl9ptFpR-noH4SwZ501G4FUe3v2RCEgRC3NX9IT2tkxJ3JLTak3YAPqlPc9WzNO5g-7TcFr8oBOiCakURrVapYT17S/s320/smartphone_499x873+%25281%2529.png" width="183" /></a></div><br /><u><br /></u><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><u>An excerpt from THE SONGBIRD</u></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">The look on Cale’s face told Matt there was more news.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Do I have to drag it out of you?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">A smile came and went on Cale’s face. “I fear you’re gonna hate this rumor more than the previous one. McCabe wants to have supper with Molly.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In disbelief, Matt said, “Does he want to court my wife? I damn well have something to say about <i>that</i>.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“McCabe’s a prick. That’s no secret. But I think it has more to do with her time with the Comanche.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">That was something Matt preferred to keep private, if only to protect her. He and Molly had been married for fifteen years, but he still couldn’t abide her past being the subject of gossip. However, in the years since she’d had their children, she had spoken on occasion with them of her abduction when she was nine years old, along with the ensuing years she had lived with the Comanche before being rescued by an old miner named Elijah, the very man for whom they had named their son. She was even teaching Katie to speak Comanche.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“It’s up to Molly whether she wants to discuss her past with him,” Matt said. “But I’ll be there if she does.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Logan and Nathan appeared wearing chaps, their spurs clinking.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“When does the race start?” Cale asked. “Which one is it again?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“The three-eighths-mile dash,” Logan said. “And it begins in an hour. The purse is up to $50. I hear the betting is favoring me.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“That’s horseshit,” Nathan said. “If anything, it’s that pony over there getting all the interest.” He nodded toward a corral where an impressive mare pranced back and forth. The man who was watching the animal triggered recognition.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Is that Bill Harner?” Matt asked.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Nathan looked closer. “I’ll be damned. I think it is.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Logan pulled on his leather gloves. “Who’s that?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Back in ’75, he was on the Rangers with us,” Nathan replied, referring to his and Matt’s time with the Texas Rangers. “But he was just a youngster. That was right before I got Matt away from Cerillo. After that, I don’t know what happened to Bill.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Well, he’s standing beside McCabe,” Cale said.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Matt grimaced. “It’s almost enough to avoid Harner, but I’ll go and say hello.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“We need to head over to the starting line,” Nathan said, his gaze encompassing Logan. “Wouldn’t want our winning boy to miss his moment of glory.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“You’ll be eating my dust, Blackmore.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Good luck,” Matt said as the two of them departed. Matt headed in the opposite direction, but then stopped and turned back to Cale. “You coming? If McCabe starts gabbing like a hen about Molly, I’ll need your backup.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Cale cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to hold your hand?”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Like hell. I might need you to pull me off him if he pisses me off. Molly won’t take kindly to me sitting in a jail cell for disorderly conduct. She’s expecting me for supper.”<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry. Sheriff Mars owes me a favor. You wouldn’t be in jail for long.”<o:p></o:p></p><p><br /></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-52831589860747032662021-10-03T14:27:00.001-07:002021-10-03T14:29:24.598-07:00The Crow Brothers Collection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNQ3EEVB5BCW1lDPXqYDIhKB4W9ySk3MvWv-jGmkgIe3B2qm9cFWAuGSaw08G3A759v4h_ntNW8S0XYirfMP9UOeFoDkUgXj0JWliOQjcyvJm6pmXbRgRLXHdlhZ41ZS7O50jlwtkHq8F/s1200/TheCrowBrothersCollection.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNQ3EEVB5BCW1lDPXqYDIhKB4W9ySk3MvWv-jGmkgIe3B2qm9cFWAuGSaw08G3A759v4h_ntNW8S0XYirfMP9UOeFoDkUgXj0JWliOQjcyvJm6pmXbRgRLXHdlhZ41ZS7O50jlwtkHq8F/s320/TheCrowBrothersCollection.png" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><i>By Kristy McCaffrey</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This collection brings together into one great read three
short Old West romances set during Hallowtide. Each was previously published
(and the content hasn’t changed), but in addition to wide availability (Amazon,
Nook, Kobo, Apple Books, and Google Play) they’re now available in paperback.
Read to the end for a chance to win a copy.<o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">A little background for each story:</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z1Pa8SfKHEjYuTSovJmpl2bioC0cmN7wOq17_XFdqdsEw_sTRnpGaFmG8sSA86JhJdxr4jVcvPjqdmRAtnjLAkR8qEf3MTkrTUIFgKuW1INrenzxsbJmQjdFL7Xi9X7yH9iQ1el5AzEm/s500/CrowCoyoteBannerA.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="80" data-original-width="500" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z1Pa8SfKHEjYuTSovJmpl2bioC0cmN7wOq17_XFdqdsEw_sTRnpGaFmG8sSA86JhJdxr4jVcvPjqdmRAtnjLAkR8qEf3MTkrTUIFgKuW1INrenzxsbJmQjdFL7Xi9X7yH9iQ1el5AzEm/w400-h64/CrowCoyoteBannerA.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The Navajo medicine man works to restore balance to an
individual’s spirit and is usually called upon for illnesses and other maladies.
The opposite of this is a sorcerer, and there were rumors that some practitioners
dabbled in corpse powder. In <b>The Crow and The Coyote</b>, Hannah Dobbin enlists
the aid of a bounty hunter named Jack Boggs—sometimes called The Crow—to help
her quest to save her pa’s soul during Hallowtide. Her foe is a Navajo
sorcerer.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRn8bVrK9J69qogWMBS78ckUeCbZ5iJ_ojco6f2qPyx7X-JcqirFjsUuivh5_f-tJ-5q_GvzXiMrbFA8BvcrpfQPmdroWMueuqgIOTLhFL3kNbSxvi0vRpDdYkt_Zykro5obVs5B266sQ_/s500/CrowBearBanner.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="80" data-original-width="500" height="64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRn8bVrK9J69qogWMBS78ckUeCbZ5iJ_ojco6f2qPyx7X-JcqirFjsUuivh5_f-tJ-5q_GvzXiMrbFA8BvcrpfQPmdroWMueuqgIOTLhFL3kNbSxvi0vRpDdYkt_Zykro5obVs5B266sQ_/w400-h64/CrowBearBanner.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />A Tommyknocker is a type of troll spirit who lives
underground and was therefore of great concern to miners. The term originated
in the British Isles, but superstitions surrounding the beings filtered into
other places. Miners in Colorado took great care to appease the Knockers by
leaving a bit of their lunch out for the sprites. In <b>The Crow and The Bear</b>,
Jennie Livingstone must enter a haunted ravine near the town of Silverton,
Colorado, to find her papa, and her only help is from enigmatic
bounty hunter Callum Boggs, known as The Crow, but there's also a spirit named Simon keeping watch over her.<o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqkfeNQQDXzfvpVafNwduDYrD-a9yE7nkVhfdDeebvveLAdMnCeLdkgcXm2gwoWUyESJDBN6j5jweINGxU5GOLifztM64JttpQxfdaQlxeagWBMp9MlLtA3018TO5gq5f6fcMQXtPmELz/s1200/A+Murder+of+Crows.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqkfeNQQDXzfvpVafNwduDYrD-a9yE7nkVhfdDeebvveLAdMnCeLdkgcXm2gwoWUyESJDBN6j5jweINGxU5GOLifztM64JttpQxfdaQlxeagWBMp9MlLtA3018TO5gq5f6fcMQXtPmELz/s320/A+Murder+of+Crows.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />A grimoire is a book of magic. It often included
instructions on how to create talismans and amulets, how to perform spells, and
how to invoke supernatural entities. In many cases, the books themselves were
considered imbued with magical powers, not unlike other sacred texts (such as
the Bible). The term ‘grimoire’ comes from the French word ‘grammaire,’ which
originally referred to books written in Latin. But by the 18<sup>th</sup>
century, it had begun to be used to describe books of magic. In <b>A Murder of
Crows</b>, Eliza McCulloch is determined to reclaim her family book of spells
and her only hope is Kester Boggs, a manhunter named The Crow.<p></p>
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Giveaway ends October 31.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdLH0SpIuFKKrOCLWSzBaxPGE4yy6xE-6F-J58B_ac8b67EjTuygUgs7jsaVOFmBj_yrzEpKsMQBjML1BcM1XJbIv-QxARtg2vW4lbX0ok_lcIRzno6YNdhW2q75154dH9N4ZMKb7ug-5/s1080/HalloweenIGPost2+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdLH0SpIuFKKrOCLWSzBaxPGE4yy6xE-6F-J58B_ac8b67EjTuygUgs7jsaVOFmBj_yrzEpKsMQBjML1BcM1XJbIv-QxARtg2vW4lbX0ok_lcIRzno6YNdhW2q75154dH9N4ZMKb7ug-5/s320/HalloweenIGPost2+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>Kristy McCaffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17363740420272046549noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2912159281954188165.post-66787726704978616392021-08-17T15:27:00.001-07:002021-08-17T15:27:25.163-07:00Cold Horizon has won First Place in Romantic Suspense!!<p>I'm so excited to share that COLD HORIZON has won First Place in Romantic Suspense for the National Excellence in Romance Fiction!! This award is sponsored by the First Coast Chapter of Romance Writers of America, based out of Jacksonville, Florida.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhAkhru6WMtCtyjdkIFaP4wfazWjMgjhYs-0tgxWYt-SHdW4TdQzpKyLMdYciCpw6pb8dRck6kndKX50dOUGDTjhjptO5aBw30ezenIdSiYCJmKT6QBayslgaIRAKBnddyXC6T25TFQk-/s940/CHNerfaFWinner2021+%25283%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhAkhru6WMtCtyjdkIFaP4wfazWjMgjhYs-0tgxWYt-SHdW4TdQzpKyLMdYciCpw6pb8dRck6kndKX50dOUGDTjhjptO5aBw30ezenIdSiYCJmKT6QBayslgaIRAKBnddyXC6T25TFQk-/s320/CHNerfaFWinner2021+%25283%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>This book was a challenge to write, so I'm absolutely thrilled it's resonated with readers. Lindsey Coulson is a favorite heroine for me and has proven to be an inspiration to others with her fortitude and tenacity. And Ty Galloway's work ethic and obvious devotion to Lindsey was a pleasure to write.</p><p>If you haven't read it yet, I hope you'll give it a try.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kQnomL9W2ZkoseX6HQ6omwRGlBNHtvPcTGCTEhKJnhOPZYuNyrpbGGkAq-VLVJ2RzyjLur1rsz4-yE6sT1-Bif5wWM2ne76aK4hzk1c3gdjcDOvSWaOn-TXUaxsTqh3qzqg84VjhdIi1/s940/CHFacebookPost4+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3kQnomL9W2ZkoseX6HQ6omwRGlBNHtvPcTGCTEhKJnhOPZYuNyrpbGGkAq-VLVJ2RzyjLur1rsz4-yE6sT1-Bif5wWM2ne76aK4hzk1c3gdjcDOvSWaOn-TXUaxsTqh3qzqg84VjhdIi1/s320/CHFacebookPost4+%25281%2529.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Available in eBook (Kindle, Nook, Apple Books, Kobo and Google Play) and in paperback</p><p style="text-align: center;">Learn more <a href="https://kmccaffrey.com/cold-horizon/" target="_blank">here</a></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><b>Excerpt from Cold Horizon</b></u></p><p class="MsoNormal">“All the 8000-meter peaks have been conquered with winter
ascents now, except for K2,” Ty said, seeking to change the subject. “As usual,
she’s holding out. Here’s another interesting fact—K2 is the site of the most
famous belay in mountaineering history.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m hoping to get a photo as we pass the spot,” Packer
said. “I’m gonna put it on my social media with hashtag ‘BadAssBelay.’”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Why is it so famous?” Brynn asked.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“One man held the force of six falling men,” Ditch replied.
“It was in 1953 and the summit of K2 had yet to be reached by anyone. The
expedition—only the fifth one here—wouldn’t reach it either. It was an American
team led by a man named Charles Houston, an excellent and well-respected
climber. They had made it quite high on the mountain when one of their
teammates, a man named Art Gilkey, for whom the memorial here is named, became
very ill. They had to bring him down in a makeshift stretcher, which is a very
dangerous thing to do. At one point, each man slipped in fast succession,
becoming entangled in the ropes. A young climber named Pete Schoening was at
the end, and he held them all, saving their lives. It was an incredible feat,
really. Unfortunately, later, they anchored Gilkey to the mountain while they
set up a tent, and he disappeared, likely swept away by an avalanche.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brynn took a sip of coffee from her mug. “Don’t all of you
find the death in these places unsettling?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You can’t let it get to you,” David said. “On Everest, some
of the dead are still where they died. You walk right by them.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“One of the markers to the summit is Green Boots,” Ditch
said. “I think he was an Indian climber.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“They just freeze and are left there?” Captain Juneid asked,
having remained silent during the meal.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s too dangerous to move them,” Ditch replied. “It sounds
unfeeling, but if they’re dead, they don’t need to get down the mountain.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Sometimes climbers try to bring bodies down,” Ty said
quietly, glancing at Lindsey. Alison’s body was somewhere on K2. “But most of
the time it’s all they can do to get themselves down safely.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, if I freeze my ass to K2, I give everyone here the
green light to leave me,” Packer said. “I’d be happy to spend eternity here.
Then everyone can pass me by, referring to the Packer marker.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ditch smirked. “You mean they’d be saying ‘The summit is
just beyond the asshole blocking the route.’”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Packer let out a whoop. “I’ve been called worse.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brynn’s face took on an expression of concern. “I know
climbing is addictive—I surfed for years, so I get the mentality—but really,
why do you all do it?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“It beats working,” Packer said.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ditch finished off his coffee. “Which I don’t think you’ve
ever done.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“If you’re nice to me, I’ll let you rope up with me.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I think I’ll rope with Lindsey.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Packer released an exaggerated sigh. “God, I hate it when
there’s a better climber on the team than me. I have to work so much harder.
Wait a minute, why do you get to rope up with the lady?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lindsey looked at Brynn. “Are you sure you don’t want to
take up climbing?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Maybe I will. But I can see why you always climbed with
your sister.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You girls are too picky,” Packer said.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Just watch yourself,” Ty cut in. “There’ll be no messing
around with my sister.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Glee filled Packer’s face. “But Lindsey’s fair game?”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“No.” Lindsey answered at the same time as Ty.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He immediately regretted the force of his opposition, the
hair rising on the back of his neck. The protectiveness for his sister didn’t
surprise him, but hell if he wanted anyone laying claim to Lindsey.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Shit. So much for keeping his feelings under the radar.<o:p></o:p></p>
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