Blurb
He
had tumbleweed in his blood, moving from one town to the next.
Traveling to where there was trouble, Dalton Moon was hired to tame
wild places with a fast draw and an iron will. Lacy Tyrell knew that
Dalton wouldn’t be around long and she shouldn’t be tempted by
him. But like the moon, his pull on her was a natural, powerful force
that she was helpless to resist.
Excerpt
“You
could come with me, Lacy. Nothing’s keeping you here.” The words
tumbled out before his brain had time to process them, but they felt
right. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
“Are
you dangling a carrot in front of me with no intention of ever
allowing me to take a bite of it? If you are, I might just slap your
face.”
Dalton
caught her wrists in his and grinned, not the least bit bothered by
her threat. He couldn’t blame her for doubting him. “I’m not
dangling anything. What would stop you from coming with me when I
leave Far Creek? Would you even consider it?”
Pink
color pooled in her cheeks. She stared at his shirt button, refusing
to meet his eyes when she whispered, “Perhaps.”
The
world paused, suspended by her one-word answer. “Perhaps?” he
repeated, needing to be sure that’s what he’d heard.
Her
shoulders bobbed. “It depends on if you ask me the right question
before you ask me to leave Far Creek with you.” Now her gaze slid
up and she peered at him through the curtain of her sable lashes.
His
breath whistled down his throat. The right question? Oh, hell. What
did he say to that? Was he ready to ask that of her? Was he even
worthy of asking her? Before he could say another word, she made a
sound of impatience and ripped from his loosened grasp. With a
flounce of petticoats and the lash of her thick braid across his
chin, she was gone.
Dalton
stood in the dark alley, breathing heavily as if he’d just chased
down a cougar – a cougar that smelled like strawberries and talcum
powder. He breathed in her scent and closed his eyes, feeling
vulnerable, stripped bare. She owned him. Lacy, with her golden hair
and blue-sky eyes, had lassoed and hobbled him.
About
the Author
Whatever type of romance you love to read, Deborah Camp writes it. From sweet to sexy, contemporary to historical
Author
of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical, Deborah
received the very first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel
that best addressed a social problem). My Wild Rose deals with
battered women and children in 1800s with Carrie Nation as a
character in the novel. Solitary Horseman also won the In
d’tale Magazine’s Rone Award. Deborah loves writing stories that
are centered on brave women and honorable men.
Deborah’s
books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love
complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of
humor and a lot of heart.
She’s
been a full-time writer since graduating from the University of
Tulsa. Her first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books
have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin,
Silhouette, Avon, and Amazon. She was inducted into the Oklahoma
Authors Hall of Fame and she’s a charter member of the Romance
Writers of America. She’s also a member of the Author’s Guild.
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