By Kristy McCaffrey
Here's the playlist I listened to while writing Ancient Winds. It's mostly 70's music, but there's also a few from the 80's, 90's and 2000's. Maybe it will spark a long forgotten gem for you.
Kristy 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.
By Kristy McCaffrey
Here's the playlist I listened to while writing Ancient Winds. It's mostly 70's music, but there's also a few from the 80's, 90's and 2000's. Maybe it will spark a long forgotten gem for you.
By Kristy McCaffrey
I'm so excited to share that Ancient Winds (The Pathway Series Book 3) is now available in ebook. Print should be ready in a few days.
Can Brynn resist the charm of Dr. Magee in this high-stakes archaeology adventure?
In the jungle, there are no barriers …
Brynn Galloway doesn’t know it, but her academic career in archaeology is about to become a laughingstock. When a rare Sumerian artifact surfaces, her presence is requested in Bolivia, but nothing is as it seems. Soon, she’s entangled in a desperate hunt not only for a valuable antiquity but also for answers to humanity that might stretch across time. And by her side is a sexy mercenary physicist with a maddening belief in space aliens.
Dr. Tristan Magee is in a bad mood. When his latest acquisition—an unusual and as yet untranslated Sumerian cuneiform tablet—is stolen right out from under him and spirited away to the Bolivian jungle, he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back. Unfortunately, that includes partnering with a female archaeologist who proves to be the kind of distraction that brought down civilizations.
A combination of Indiana Jones and Romancing the Stone,
with a dash of The X-Files … get swept away in this romantic suspense
adventure.
Available wide for one week only. Grab your copy here. On February 22, Ancient Winds will enter the Kindle Unlimited program and will be available exclusively at Amazon.
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Excerpt
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.
“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.
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.
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.”
She took a seat, leaving the one between them empty.
Wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea.
“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping in the jungle,” he said.
“Is that a sleeping aid?” she asked as he took a sip from
his canteen.
He replaced the lid. “Nah. Just water. Can you play
backgammon, Galloway?”
“Yes. I used to play with my grandfather.”
“I’ll be right back.”
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.
“Why backgammon?” she asked, helping him organize the pieces
in the glow of the firelight.
“It was my dad’s favorite. Did you know it’s one of the
oldest known board games?”
“I do. They’ve found evidence of it in Mesopotamia. Maybe it
was a gift from their alien benefactors.”
“The dice were made from human bones, so no alien intervention
likely.”
“You do know your artifacts.”
“I try.” He handed her a die, his hand brushing hers. “Need
a refresher on the rules?”
“Nope, I’m good,” she replied, pretending his touch hadn’t left a burn mark.
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