Teaser Tuesday - Ain't No Angel

Laney observed his hands, his subtle finger movements as he played with the reins through which he communicated silently with the animals. He closed his hands in a relaxed fist, and the team came to a stop at the top of the incline. Tyler had a gentle hand with the animals. It required a certain touch, a feel, to control a team with such subtle finesse, and he was a master at it. Before she allowed her mind to wander to what else his hands were capable of, Laney glanced at his profile, wondering why they’d stopped. He looked straight ahead, and her eyes followed his gaze.

“Oh, wow.” Her heart rate accelerated, and she sat up straighter, leaning forward to see over the tops of the horses’ backs. Spread out in the valley below them were several barns and buildings, and wooden fenced corrals. A large log ranch house caught her eye, nestled against the slope of a pine tree-covered hill. A huge stone chimney rose from the backside of the house. Dozens of horses grazed in the outlying fields and larger fenced paddocks. A windmill stood off to the side of the dirt yard that separated the main house from the first outbuildings. The blades turned lazily in the breeze.

“Welcome to the Double M,” Tyler said. There was a distinct note of pride in his voice. 

Teaser Tuesday - Ain't No Angel

“Miss Goodman? I hope your journey wasn’t too uncomfortable.” He removed his hat from his head.

Laney swallowed back the lump in her throat. She nearly slapped her own cheek. She couldn’t stop staring at him. Strands of sandy blonde, nearly brown hair spilled over his forehead. A five o’clock shadow covered his square jaw and above his lip, giving him a ruggedly masculine look. The smile on his face didn’t seem to reach his eyes, but it did give him a certain boyish look. He was a lot younger than she expected. She’d pictured some middle-aged or older man, not this athletic, drop-dead gorgeous guy in his mid-twenties. Everything about him screamed rugged outdoorsman. So unlike the type of guys she’d met in the city.

His intense gaze held hers, and she detected a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. She blinked, breaking the contact. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be tripping all over herself. This day . . . these last two days, ever since she stepped into that limousine in L.A., had been too good to be true. Laney mentally shook her head. Nothing good ever happened to her. 

Teaser Tuesday - Come Home To Me

I'm approaching the half-way point in Come Home to Me (Book 1 in the Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series). This book has become my personal challenge, since it's the first project after the Yellowstone Series.

“Sweetheart, do you think this is the only river you’ll be crossing?” he drawled.  “When we’re hundreds of miles from nowhere, there won’t be ferries waiting for you. I’ll get the animals across.” There was a note of confidence, but not arrogance, in his voice. Rachel took a step backward. Sweetheart!  She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had heard him. She stood much too close to this man, who made her feel things just by standing in his presence. He was a dangerous man, she realized suddenly, and remembered all the rumors about him. Dangerous to her, at any rate. She’d do well to keep her distance.