Promo
with author Tanya Anne Crosby
Hello friends! I am crazy excited about
this book that I am sharing with you all today. Why? Well, it has everything to
do with the cover and the genre. Admittedly, I know nothing about this author
or her books. And after looking over this information, I am wondering why I
have not yet read her work. I fully intend on rectifying that problem as soon
as possible. I originally decided to look into this book and featuring it when
I saw that it was both western and historical. I don’t go quite as far back
with western historical romance as I do with historical itself, but as I came
across more western settings, I couldn’t get enough of them. Historical romance
is my absolute first love and western would be the second ~ although you could
probably tie them up together, both being historical, and call them both my
first romance genre love of all. Needless to say, once I read the blurb for
this book, combined with the cover and genre, well … it was pretty much an automatic.
I hope you enjoy getting to know a little about this author and book right
along with me. Please allow me to introduce to the blog:
**TANYA ANNE CROSBY**
**BIO**
Tanya has written seventeen novels, all of which
have graced numerous bestseller lists including the New York Times and USA
Today. Best known for stories charged with emotion and humor, and filled with
flawed characters, her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical
reviews. She lives with her husband, two dogs and two cats in northern
Michigan.
You can
find out more about Ms. Crosby in the following places:
**SAGEBRUSH BRIDE**
Historical Western Romance
Publisher: Oliver Heber Books
Release Date: March 13, 2013
Heat Level: Steamy
Length: 372
pages
**BLURB**
Fiercely independent, Elizabeth Bowcock – “Doc
Liz” as she’s known by all -- vows to raise her orphaned niece as her own.
Unfortunately, the child’s grandfather has declared the unwed doctor to be an
unfit guardian and refuses to deliver her to Liz's care until she finds herself
a man...
Enter dark-haired, devil-eyed Cutter McKenzie.
Outcast for his Cheyenne blood, the handsome halfbreed volunteers to pose as
Elizabeth’s husband. But though his wicked sex appeal threatens to undermine
Liz's independence, the road to St. Louis promises even greater perils…
Warning: This title is intended for readers over
the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and
may be considered offensive to some readers.
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**EXCERPT**
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“Mmmm, mmm,” Cutter murmured, embracing her as though
she were his long-lost kissin’ cuz. “You’re looking better than ever, gal.”
Elizabeth’s heart jolted violently at the deep,
unfamiliar voice. Warm lips kissed her cheek in a familiar way, taking just a
fraction too long to leave her flushed skin, lingering at her lobe.
She swallowed convulsively.
He whispered in her ear. “Gotta loosen up, Doc, if you
want this to look good... Come on now,” he coaxed, forcing her weight against
him.
His husky voice set Elizabeth’s pulse to pounding, and
her body into sudden paralysis. Powerless to fight him, she let him adjust her
at will. Her legs felt wobbly, her body no more than mush in his hands.
“That’s it, bright eyes; now turn real slow,” he
whispered, his lips scalding against her face, “act like you’re damned glad to
see me.”
Elizabeth suppressed a helpless shudder as she worked
up the courage to turn, fully intending to slap the britches off the fool who’d
dared to be so intimate with her. But the man who faced her left her
momentarily dazed, her throat too thick to speak.
Good night, but he was tall!
Her eyes refused to lower, but neither would they move
up to his face. She forced them, and found dark hair flowing from beneath a
dun-colored hat.
He cocked a brow at her, amusement flickering in his
black eyes. He winked and she felt her knees go instantly weak... yet she
couldn’t tear her gaze away even as they buckled.
He reached out to steady her, but Elizabeth continued
to gape, helpless to do anything else. The longer she looked, the more she
swore he didn’t have pupils, his eyes were so blessed dark... his face too
tawny... his cheekbones too high. But it was those lips of his that unnerved
her so: insolent, smug, kicked up only slightly at the corners, as though he
couldn’t quite stifle his humor at her expense. His gaze roved, lazily
assessing her, sliding down over her body slowly, seductively, then returning
to her face to bore into her with silent expectation.
He anticipated some reaction from her, Elizabeth
thought dimly, but couldn’t think what—couldn’t think, period. Staring as
though transfixed, she tried to decipher his stony features but found her brain
as useless as her limbs. But it occurred to her in that muddled moment that
maybe he had appraised her with more than a mild interest, and her pulse
quickened at that prospect. No one had ever looked at her in quite that way.
Not anyone.
Those dark eyes still piercing her, he raised two
fingers to his brim, tipping his hat in greeting as the remnants of a smile
turned the corners of his mouth. “Howdy, Liz,” he said huskily. “It’s been a
mighty long time, gal.”
Long time?
Elizabeth shook her head, denying it, for if she’d ever
set eyes on the man before now, she would have remembered. He wasn’t the type
to be forgotten. Unconsciously she lifted a finger to her cheek, to the spot
where he’d kissed her. Her throat constricted, seeming suddenly parched, and
she licked her lips desperately as they parted to speak.
To her mortification, no words came.
For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Bowcock found
herself dumbstruck. In spite of the man’s amused expression, he wore an air of
menace about him like a second skin, and a tremor shook her as she averted her
gaze to his boots. Dangerous, she thought.
The man was dangerous.
She hadn’t missed the fact that he had the most
vicious-looking revolver she’d ever spied jammed into his gun belt, but she’d
only just spotted the ink black knife hilt peeking over his faded leather
boots. And those boots of his told a tale in themselves, for they were unmistakably
U.S. Cavalry, and ominously inconsistent with his buckskin dress. There was
little comfort in that he didn’t wear his weapons as Dick Brady did, like cheap
jewelry. The fact that he kept his blade concealed and wore his gun casually,
as though it were not there at all, told her all she needed to know. He was no
gun-strutting cowpuncher. He was the real thing. As for the boots, she could
think of a dozen reasons he should be outfitted so, not one of them reassuring.
A quick, wide-eyed glance to Jo told her that she was
in no immediate danger, however. Jo’s lips lifted at the corners, and she, too,
was on the verge of a smile, her kindly cinnamon eyes warm with humor.
Not really understanding why she felt compelled to,
Elizabeth decided to play along. “Uh... um...”
Mercy’s sake, she didn’t even know his name! How was
she going to pretend to know him if she didn’t know his blessed name? In panic,
her gaze skidded to Jo.
“Cutter,” Jo supplied with a laugh, seeming to read
Elizabeth’s thoughts. Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “I believe you have her
tongue-tied, brother dear. Reckon she thought she’d never see you again.”
Seeing Elizabeth’s confused expression, she laughed softly. “Isn’t that right,
Liz?”
“Right?” Elizabeth nodded woodenly. Jo’s brother?
“Oh—yes! I did think I’d never see you again!” She nodded dutifully for the
benefit of their audience.
All eyes reverted suspiciously to Cutter, leaving her
somewhat doubtful of her performance. Her brow furrowed.
Warmth invaded his eyes as he gently chucked her under
the chin, much as a brother would a cherished younger sister.
Elizabeth felt suddenly too warm, almost as though she
were being roasted over a slow fire. And the heat of his fingers... lingered
upon her chin long after he’d withdrawn his hand. Mortified that he could
affect her so, she averted her gaze to Brady. He was watching her with
unflinching eyes.
His eyes narrowing to shadowy slits, Cutter turned to
Brady and his men, sending them each an unspoken challenge. Brady fidgeted,
flinging Elizabeth a doubtful look before turning away. The rest of his outfit
followed immediately, slapping one another consolingly on the shoulder.
Elizabeth’s brows rose as she watched the exchange,
astounded at the ease with which Cutter had handled Brady and his men. She
opened her mouth to speak, but the words stuck in her throat like a spoonful of
dry sugar. The man was just too smug for his own good. He’d had no right to be
so familiar with her, but she did owe him her gratitude, no matter how reluctant
it came. “I suppose I should thank you,” she said.
Cutter grinned. “Anytime, Doc.”
Be still my heart! Seriously, I could just kick myself
for not reading Ms. Crosby before. I can tell you simply from the excerpt that
this book is a must read. I have come across several western historical romance
novels and it takes a special talent to be able to write like this. That
excerpt flowed perfectly an left e wanting to know everything that I possibly
could. The arrogant male with the wicked, knowing smirk and the strong-willed
heroine inevitably doomed to succumb to his charm. That is magic right there. When
an excerpt has the power to bring a story to life all on its own? Well, that is
the kind of story I want to read ~ generally over and over again. I can’t wait!
This book is going to be read without a doubt.
I hope that you all enjoyed getting to know a bit about
Ms. Crosby and her wonderful western historical romance novel. If you love this
genre as much as I do, I am sure you will find this book highly entertaining.
If you are intrigued by the post today, make like me and grab yourself a copy
right quick. And if you are so inclined, consider reviewing the book as well.
These are the best two ways possible to support authors we love and enjoy. Does
a review seem scary to you? No worries. You don’t have to wax poetic. Just let
everyone know how you felt about the book within a few sentences. Viola! That’s
it.
I want to thank Ms. Crosby for being here with us today.
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and will see you all soon! Until next time …
HAPPY READING!!!
