Today I’m happy to welcome western romance author and historian Kirsten Lynn.
About the author: Kirsten Lynn writes stories based on the people and history of the West, more specifically those who live and love in Wyoming and Montana. Using her MA in Naval History, Kirsten, weaves her love of the West and the military together in many of her stories, merging these two halves of her heart. When she’s not roping, riding and rabble-rousing with the cowboys and cowgirls who reside in her endless imagination, Kirsten works as a professional historian.
Now here’s a taste of Kirsten’s Christmas romance.
After his wife’s betrayal and years on the Western Front in Europe, Will Connor has lost his faith in humanity and has no use for love. He’s content in his bitterness. That is, until the holiday season brings him face to face with little Meggie Barrow. Meghan isn’t so little anymore, but she still looks at him like he lassoed the moon and set it in place. But what can a broken man who has lost his soul offer a beautiful young woman with more heart than anyone he’s ever met?
Meghan Barrow has loved William Connor since she was ten years old. She’s endured years of watching him marry a woman who didn’t love him, and more years of worrying about him when he leaves Wyoming to fight another country’s war. Now that the handsome cowboy is back, Meghan is determined to fill Will’s life with joy, and prove he’s all the man she needs.
With the help of friends and a Christmas stroll, these hearts might learn to walk through life together.
Will raced toward his son’s cries, the pounding of his horse’s hooves rumbled like boulders bringing down part of the mountains. His blood roared through his brain until his eyes burned and narrowed in on a lake in the distance. A black shadow burst through the frozen surface holding a smaller shadow. The distant forms bobbed then disappeared as though sucked below by an underground twister.
Without even a “whoa”, Will jumped from his mount, his feet clawing for purchase on the frozen earth even as he forced them forward.
“Benjamin! Pa! Benjamin!”
Neither his father nor son appeared above the ice. Will released his wool coat from his arms, tossing it aside and dived in…
Will jack-knifed up in bed, his body frozen with terror and his heart ripped open with an old pain. He’d give anything to have a flashback of the battlefields of the Western Front compared to this ever-occurring nightmare. Always just a minute away…and a minute too late.
The hinge of his bedroom door squeaked, turning his gaze to an unknown intruder. The warm orange glow transformed into a woman bringing her to life in the flickering flame.
“What the—” The icy nightmare cleared, and with it, his mind. “Bluebell, get the hell out!” He fisted the bed sheet around his lower half, never more aware of how many clothes she was wearing and that he happened to be bare-assed as a newborn.
“I heard you scream.”
“And you’re gonna hear me bellow the house down. Get the hell out!”
Instead of heeding his warning, she took a step farther into the room. “Can I help you with anything? Do you need your cane?”
“Dammit, woman! I don’t need anything, but you out of my bedroom. For the sweet love of God! Get. The. Hell. Out!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be downstairs.” The vision stepped one small booted foot back, and then the other, until Bluebell and the light drifted away, leaving him alone in the cold dark.
Will dug his fingers through his hair and swung his legs over the bed. What was the girl thinking coming into his room before dawn even broke the sky? He’d been so lost in his nightmare he hadn’t even heard her come into the house. Leaning on the bedpost for support Will pushed off, then folded back down in stunned silence. Meghan Barrow was in his house.
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