First off, Iʹd like to thank Peggy for having me on her wonderful blog today to help promote my newest release, a western historical romance set in the old west titled: The Damned. My heroine for this book popped into my head one day while glancing through a book titled Wild Bunch Women by author Michael Rutter.
Strong women from centuries past
have always intrigued me. (And there are many mind you :)The women he mentioned
in this book sparked all kinds of story ideas. Women like Annie Rogers, also
known as Della Moore. She was considered a pretty prostitute who traveled with
the outlaw, Kid Curry. Then there was Fanny Porter, who started her own brothel
in Texas and was known to be ruthless and cutthroat in her management of the
business. Last of all was Elizabeth Bassett. She started a horse and cattle
ranch with her husband along the Green River. These women were entrepreneurs of
their time. Blending these traits together, my heroine, Josie Talbert was born.
Josie is a horse rancher and a widow with a young daughter to care for.
Her sister and an elderly friend also help on the ranch. But, times are tough,
and Josie risks losing all she and her husband worked so hard for. Occupations
are limited for a woman in the town of Hellʹs Hollow. Being a fighter and
survivor that she is, Josie makes the decision to become a soiled dove to help
make ends meet.
She soon finds her life is to change, when cowboy/drifter Shane Gregor
walks into the Dead Horse Saloon where she works. Can a woman in her
circumstances find love once again?
Sometimes, what a man needs is a little hope...
Travel worn, and weary, Shane Gregor rides into Hell's Hollow for a drink and answers. On the run for a crime he didn't commit his days are numbered unless he can find proof. What he discovers instead is a green eyed enchantress and a sheriff who's out for blood. When the law catches up to him, can he put his hopes in a woman he's only just met?
A widow who has fallen on hard times, Josie Talbert became a soiled dove for the sake of survival. Her life changes in the course of a night, when a dark and dangerous cowboy steps through the doors of the Dead Horse Saloon, a death sentence looming over his head. Can his words of innocence be trusted? Can a lone woman change the course of fate?
Travel worn, and weary, Shane Gregor rides into Hell's Hollow for a drink and answers. On the run for a crime he didn't commit his days are numbered unless he can find proof. What he discovers instead is a green eyed enchantress and a sheriff who's out for blood. When the law catches up to him, can he put his hopes in a woman he's only just met?
A widow who has fallen on hard times, Josie Talbert became a soiled dove for the sake of survival. Her life changes in the course of a night, when a dark and dangerous cowboy steps through the doors of the Dead Horse Saloon, a death sentence looming over his head. Can his words of innocence be trusted? Can a lone woman change the course of fate?
And Excerpt:
Tension gnawed at Shane's soul. The door to the holding
cell slammed shut behind him. This must be what a caged animal feels like. He
glanced around the room. All ready the walls were moving in on him.
"I'll talk
with you later, Gregor," the sheriff told him before leaving him alone
with only his thoughts in the darkness. Shane didn't respond, but listened in
silence while the sheriff's boots clicked across the wooden floor. With a heavy
sigh he laid on the cot. He knew he was in a heap of trouble.
Shane needed to
convince the sheriff of his innocence or he'd be a dead man by the end of the
week, so they'd told him. He couldn't let Mort win so easily. The man had
managed to ruin his life in one fail swoop and at present it didn't look like
there was a damn thing he could do about it.
The night dragged
on in insufferable silence. His thoughts flitted to earlier in the evening.
When he had entered the saloon—when he'd first laid eyes on Josie... His mind
wandered as he recalled how her curls bounced about her shoulders when she
moved, and those eyes—she was a brazen one. Her hands on his skin when she
washed him—stop, his mind screamed. The memories were pure torture.
Josie, he had to
admit, intrigued him. He hadn't given any woman a second thought for some time.
He shook his head to clear it off the woman. It would do him no good to dream
of her, he was a dead man.
Shane wondered if
morning would ever come. The cell had no windows to let him know the time of
day. But when the sheriff came through the front door, a hot cup of coffee in
his pudgy hand, he knew he'd survived.
"I've sent
word to the judge up in the next county. Said he should be here by the end of
the week. Then there'll be one less lousy gunfighter roaming the
territory."
"Will I have
a chance to plead my case?" Shane asked. He gripped the bars of the cell
until his fingers turned white. He gathered his answer by the unsympathetic
smile on the sheriff's lips.
"No trial is
needed, son." The man snorted, his chubby chin wiggling. "They start
construction on the gallows today." The sheriff took a sip of his coffee
and stared at him with a look of contempt over the rim of his cup.
"The judge
coming out here is to make it all official. He'll sign the documents and so
forth," he said, matter of fact.
Shane stepped back
from the bars. So it was over for him.
"So this is
how it ends," he murmured under his breath. He would need to send word to
his brother and let him know what had happened to his sorry ass. Without
another word he returned to the cot placed in the corner of the cell and sat
down.
He rubbed his
temples, wariness of the situation made his head throb.
"I'll get you
a bite to eat after a bit," the sheriff called over his shoulder.
"I've got stacks of paperwork to sift through on my desk first." His
voice echoed down the empty hall.
No longer hungry,
Shane laid his head in his hands. A sense of despair that he couldn't shake off
overwhelmed him. Giving into his fatigue, he lay back on the cot and closed his
eyes. It would be a long week.
About the
author:
L.B. Shire has been writing stories for
as long as she can remember. A lover of
most all genres, her favorites include: Western Romance, YA, Paranormal and
Shifter stories, to name a few!
When not writing or researching, L.B.
enjoys spending time with family, riding one of her horses, and, of course,
reading anything that is set before her! She currently resides on the West
Coast in a sleepy little mountain town. There, in the midst of all that beauty,
she plans her characters' next adventures.
For more information on
L.B. Shire, please visit her blog www.lbshire.com or visit her Facebook page at
www.facebook.com/authorlbshire.
Thanks for having me Peggy!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed learning about this story!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by Lorrie!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the new release L.B.! The more historical western romances the better. :) Lovely photo with you and the horse.
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