Charlene is visiting my blog as part of a blog tour. She will be giving 3 copies of Taming Jenna to random participants, and on the 15th she'll be giving a $30 gift card to the person who visits the most blogs and comments.
PARTICIPANTS FOR CHARLENE’S COVER REVEAL
Taming Jenna Blurb:
THE WRONG MAN
Deserted by her father at the tender age of seven, Jenna
Leigh-Whittington had taught herself to ride, shoot, brawl…and steer clear of
the opposite sex. But now, in a lonely Utah canyon, the Pinkerton agent has
drawn her gun on a rugged stranger—only to discover that, far from the
dangerous outlaw she’d been tracking, he is Branch McCauley, hired gun…and the
most irresistible rascal ever to tempt and torment a woman!
THE RIGHT WOMAN
If there’s one thing McCauley trusts less than a female, it’s
a female who packs a six-gun. But what a woman! Vowing to bring the sensuous
hellcat to heel, McCauley has no inkling that their passionate battle of wills
has just begun. Taming Jenna will be the most seductive—and satisfying—job he’s
ever taken on.
Taming Jenna Excerpt:
Jenna scowled as she studied the man by the flickering
glare of his campfire. He had the right build and appeared close to thirty,
Mendoza's age. But something didn't fit.
The Denver police chief had described her quarry as a
spoiled aristocrat, too busy wooing Lady Luck and every other female to be much
of a train robber, let alone a killer. But the rogue in front of Jenna looked too
lean and hard to be spoiled, too wary and aloof to be a ladies' man.
To Jenna he seemed the perfect gunslinger: cold, tough,
and ready to spring. Like a big yellow cougar perched on a ledge. Or a rattler,
tightly coiled. Either way, his bite would be deadly.
In spite of the cool night breeze, sweat oozed from her
pores. She couldn't forget that lightning draw. Why had she come here? How had
she expected to take an outlaw Pinkerton's other agents had failed to bring in?
No, she refused to think that way. She was every bit as capable as any man to
capture Mendoza. She had to believe that, the same way she had to do what she'd
set out to do. Only one question remained: Was this Mendoza or not?
"Who are you, mister?"
"Who am I? Hell, who are you? "
Blast! Did no male exist in this empty wilderness who
wasn't so taken with himself that he couldn't cooperate for a change?
She took a calming breath. A body could catch more flies
with honey than vinegar, old Charley Long Bow used to say. Jenna figured flies
might fancy the hairy creature facing her, so she decided to try being
friendly. "Listen, I smelled your coffee and hoped you might spare a cup,
is all. You can understand me being a mite leery of walking into a stranger's
camp without knowing who I'm hooking up with."
Firelight glinted on the man's straight white teeth as his
whiskers parted in a cold smile. "Don't recall inviting company, but I'll
play your game. Name's Branch McCauley. Now it's your turn."
His smile unnerved her. It held no humor, only a lethal
sort of grimness that cannoned her stomach into her throat and made her wish
she'd wired William Pinkerton for instructions instead of going off half-cocked
this way. "I'm Jim...Jim White," she lied.
"All right, Jim, how about some honesty? You come
here looking for me?"
"I'm not looking for anyone named Branch McCauley. If
that's who you are, you've nothing to worry about."
The wide, innocent eyes McCauley studied held honesty. He
relaxed. "In that case...be glad to pour you some coffee." He reached
for the battered graniteware pot. His visitor's next words froze him in a
half-stoop: "I'd feel more welcome if you'd set aside your gun
first."
Cool as Montana sleet, McCauley straightened, hand poised
above his holster. "Reckon you would. Wouldn't do much for my sense of
well-being, though."
So much for trying to be friendly, Jenna thought. What
now? She clenched her knees together to still their shaking and swallowed the
fear knotted in her throat.
"Look." McCauley shifted his weight to one leg.
"Why don't you put your gun away and have a sit? Could be I might know
something about the hombre you're hunting.
Hombre. Sounded Spanish. Like Mendoza. It must be him. She
had to get his gun away from him. Surprise seemed the best means. She squeezed
the trigger of the .44 Starr. The bullet kicked dirt onto the man's scuffed
boots. He jumped and let out a yelp as though she'd set his feet afire.
"Dammit, kid, going up against me won't get you
anything but a six-foot hole in the ground."
"Shut up and toss over your gun or I'll turn them
boots into sieves. 'Course, my sights might be a bit off." She raised the
muzzle toward his groin.
"You made your point," he growled as he
unbuckled his gun belt and tossed it over.
Instead of the fancy weapon she had expected a gunslinger
to own, an ordinary, six-gun lay at her feet. No ivory handle or engraved
barrel. Only an ordinary .44 Peacemaker, crafted and worn for one reason—to
kill. The thought did funny things to her innards.
"All right," she said, getting back to business.
"You aren't going to like this, mister, but I don't know any other way to
be sure who you are. Drop them trousers to your ankles."
"Do what?"
All about Charlene Raddon
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Charlene Raddon began her fiction career in the
third grade when she announced in Show & Tell that a baby sister she never
had was killed by a black widow spider. She often penned stories featuring
mistreated young girls whose mother accused of crimes her sister had actually
committed. Her first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when she
woke up from a vivid dream that compelled her to drag out a portable typewriter
and begin writing. She’s been at it ever since. An early love for romance novels
and the Wild West led her to choose the historical romance genre but she also
writes contemporary romance. At present, she has five books published in
paperback by Kensington Books (one under the pseudonym Rachel Summers), and
four eBooks published by Tirgearr Publishing.
Charlene’s awards include: RWA Golden Heart
Finalist, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award Nomination, Affair de Coeur
Magazine Reader/Writer Poll for Best Historical of the Year. Her books have won
or place in several contests.
Currently, Charlene is working on her next release.
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4 comments:
Thanks for having me, Paty
You're most welcome Charlene!
Great excerpt! The description of the cougar and the rattlesnake was appropriate and I loved it when she told him to drop his drawers!
Thanks, Vamp. Nice to meet you.
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