Coming Soon - A Love of His Own - Celebration Contest

A Love of His Own, the third story in the time travel series set in Prairie, Texas, will be release on April 16, 2012. The first two stories are A Law of Her Own and A Marshal of Her Own. They are available at
The Wild Rose Press, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com and many other online books stores.

To celebrate the release of A Love of His Own, I'm giving away this Brighton heart candy box charm. It has special significance to the story. If you read it, you'll understand why I chose it.

To enter, go to my website or my blog and sign up for my newsletter. If you're already receiving it, send an email to linda@lindalaroque.com and put A Love of His Own Contest in the subject line. The drawing will be April 30th.

Blurb:

Bull Dawson, New York lawyer, mourns the loss of his daughter, who disappeared from a cabin in Fredericksburg, Texas four years ago. A history book found in his office safe leads him to believe she traveled back in time to 1888 Prairie, Texas.  He's determined that if she can time travel, he can too. Life will be different, probably hard, but practicing law can't be so difficult back in the Old West.

Widow Dipsey Thackson scratches out a living for herself and her young son on their farm. Shunned by the locals, she keeps to herself. When a man appears in her wheat field one day, life changes for the better. Then her brother-in-law arrives, claiming the farm is his and threatening Dipsey and her son. She fears for both their means of survival and their safety. 

Her dilemma will take more than a knowledge of the law, but Bull vows to do his best to protect her and her boy.

Excerpt:

Dipsey walked back to the wagon and placed a foot onto the spoke of the front wheel to climb into the wagon. A snorting sound from behind her made her pause. Grabbing her rifle from under the seat, she whirled and peered into the field of winter wheat gently waving in the cool morning air. Sunlight glanced off the stalks giving the field a slight iridescence, but no movement caught her attention.

The noise stopped, then resumed with a loud bleating resonance. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Thomas was asleep in the wheat field, but she’d buried her husband two years past. Who trespassed on her land?

Rifle cocked, she stepped in the direction of the snoring. Thomas always said she could sneak up on Satan himself. She hoped her skill served her well today.

Lying on her precious wheat, breaking the stalks flat and making it useless, was a big, burly man. Wrapped in someone’s finely stitched quilt, he had a brown felt hat over his eyes. One arm lay across his chest, the other cradled a new-fangled model Winchester, so new the shine hadn’t yet worn off.

She snatched the rifle from his arm. The dang fool didn’t open his eyes. Dipsey thumped him on the shoulder with the butt of his weapon. He farted and rolled to his side exposing a muscled butt and legs encased in denims. She stumbled back a few steps. Disgusting man!

I hope you enjoyed my post.  

Linda

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