Capturing Gabriel on NetGalley


October is Capturing Gabriel ‘s month on NetGalley. If you would like to read it for FREE, click this link and sign in on NetGalley. Capturing Gabriel

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Book Blurb:

What’s a handsome Colombian psychic with super-hero-power to do with a spirited Navajo beauty who invades his territory? Why, kidnap her of course.

Chopper pilot Josie Tseda served in Afghanistan. She can take care of herself. But when she vows to find Gabriel Valdez, a Guardian of Danu, and deliver him to a gathering of Guardians, she’s in for a rough ride. She didn’t count on ending up his prisoner – or on falling for him.

Battling vicious drug lords and seeking revenge for his mother’s murder, Gabriel doesn’t trust the feisty American female who wants to fly him off to the U.S. Yet, he can’t help wanting her. Will he allow her to capture his heart or will the secret power he wields ultimately drive her away?

Book Excerpt:

His lips crooked into a half-smile. “Now you step down, Señorita Tseda.”

Josie frowned. “I can’t. My hands and feet are numb from being tied so tight.”

He glowered at Javier, who sat silently observing, and reprimanded him for binding her too tightly. The other man lowered his head and muttered a reply.

Valdez turned his attention back to Josie. “Javier should have been careful not to cut off your circulation. Perhaps if you had not fought so hard –”

“Hey! You’d fight too, if somebody tried to hogtie you.”

Arching black eyebrows, he said, “I do not know this hogtie and I think I do not wish to know. Come down now. I will help you.” He grasped her by the waist and lifted her off the mule, trying to be gentle, she could tell, but even so she uttered a strangled cry and collapsed against him. Her feet and hands tingled painfully with the returning flow of blood, but what really hurt was the raw flesh along her inner thighs and private places. Pride was the only thing that prevented her from whimpering like a child.

Valdez scooped her up, drawing a surprised gasp from her lips. He issued an order to his men and they dismounted while he carried her to a spot at the side of the trail. Pausing, he called to Berto and added a few curt words. A moment later the young man trotted over with a folded blanket and laid it on the ground where his boss indicated.

Josie didn’t know exactly when her arms had circled Valdez’s neck, but she was very aware of his male scent and the hard wall of his chest against her side. When he lowered her onto the blanket, she experienced a sense of loss as he separated from her.

Crazy woman! He’s an arrogant bully who kidnapped you. You can’t let yourself feel anything but anger toward him.

He stood and walked to his horse, returning shortly with a canteen. Uncapping it, he bent and handed it to her. She nodded, disturbed by her unwanted reaction to him and unable to speak. Leaving her to rest and drink her fill, he sauntered over to the other men, several of whom had taken the opportunity to sprawl in the shade.

Covertly watching him from beneath the screen of her lashes, Josie couldn’t help admiring his tall, sinewy build and fluid grace. He sat near Javier and Berto, leaning against the trunk of a convenient palm tree with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Removing his hat, he raked a hand through his rumpled black hair and replaced the hat. . . .

Valdez only allowed them a few minutes’ rest. As the men mounted up, he strode over to where she sat. Wondering how she was going to survive the rest of the day in the saddle, she struggled to her feet and bent stiffly to retrieve the blanket.

“Let me have that,” Valdez said, taking the blanket from her. “Come, I will make you as comfortable as possible.” He held out his hand and waited for her to take it. When she hesitantly placed her much smaller hand in his, he didn’t lead her to the mule, her beast of torture. Instead, he steered her toward his sleek bay gelding, which looked to be at least sixteen hands high.

“Wait, I can’t ride him,” Josie said, hanging back, trying to tug her hand free. “He’s too tall.”

Chuckling, he refused to let go. “Do not worry, señorita, I will not let you fall off Cezar’s back.”

“What? Are you saying I’m to ride with you?” She shook her head in disbelief.

“That is precisely what I am saying. It will be far more comfortable for you than bumping along on that wretched creature.” He tilted his head toward the mule. “Do you not think so?”

“No! I don’t think any such thing. I’m not riding with you.” She tossed her head indignantly and stuck out her hand. “Give me the blanket. I’ll pad my saddle with it and I’ll be fine.”

A muscle ticked along his square jaw. “You are stubborn and full of pride, but you will not win this battle, chiquita.”

If you’d like to see the other books in this series, as well as my western historical romances, find them all on my Amazon author page:  http://amzn.to/Y3aotC  

 

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Free Book on NetGalley


I’m excited to tell you DECODING MICHAELA is now on NetGalley. If you would like to read and review this second book in my Romancing the Guardians series, you can get it FREE here: Decoding Michaela

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Release Day Minus 1


Well, actually minus one & one-half. TOUCHING CHARLOTTE releases on May 26th – this Thursday. It’s not too late to pre-order, which I would surely appreciate. As I mentioned in my previous post, pre-orders help boost a book up the ranks on Amazon, making it more visible for readers on release day.

As an incentive to pre-order Touching Charlotte, I’m making RESCUING LARA, the award-winning first book in this series FREE for 3 days beginning tomorrow, May 25th. I hope you will take advantage of this special offer.

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Rescuing Lara: http://amzn.to/1sSwh8y

Decoding Michaela: http://amzn.to/1MJpYOC

Capturing Gabriel: http://amzn.to/1Ro7FPH

Touching Charlotte: http://amzn.to/1SU6vNG

GIVEAWAY! Off to the eBook Races, Again!


Yes, DECODING MICHAELA (Romancing the Guardians, Book Two) is finally out! Actually it was released for Kindle on June 8, but I’ve been busy getting the ebook up on several other sites, (links below) so decided to wait to officially announce it here on my site. I hope to have the print edition out soon.

To celebrate I will Give Away a FREE ebook copy to TWO readers who leave a comment (see comments button in fine print below post) and contact me saying they would like to win a copy. lynhorner@outlook.com

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BOOK BLURB:

Michaela Peterson can read minds but can she tell good from evil? A Guardian of Danu sworn to protect one of seven sacred scrolls, her identity is known only to the High Guardian. Or so she thinks until a stranger brings word that her revered leader has been murdered by vicious “Hellhounds” who want the scrolls. She’s attracted to the handsome messenger, but is he who he claims to be? Or does he mean to gain her trust and steal the scroll she guards?

Dev Medina often dreams of a woman he calls his golden goddess. He believes she is real and meant for him. Expecting to deliver a warning to Dr. “Michael” Peterson from the new High Guardian, he is stunned to find the doctor is his dream girl. Fearing the Hellhounds may be coming after her, he wants to whisk her to safety, but she stubbornly resists leaving her Galveston, Texas, home. Can he convince her to trust him before tragedy strikes?

Decoding Michaela is book 2 in the planned 8-part series, Romancing the Guardians. Book 3, CAPTURING GABRIEL, will be released in (early as possible) autumn 2015. It’s set in Colombia, South America!

EXCERPT:

[Dr.] Peterson lived in Galveston’s historic East End, where nineteenth century architecture harked back to the island’s heyday. Some of the Victorian homes – Painted Ladies he’d heard them called because of their many colors – were of average size, others he would call mansions. All were ornate and pricey, meaning the doc must be doing okay, no surprise for a doctor, Dev supposed.

Familiar with the area, it didn’t take him long to find the right house. He parked out front and looked the place over. Raised on stilts or blocks like most buildings on the island after the deadly hurricane of 1900, it was two stories high but not very wide, with only a few yards separating it from neighboring homes.

Dev assumed the house had suffered flood damage in Hurricane Ike, but the owner had obviously seen to its repair. Painted light tan with darker tan and green trim, decked out with fancy Victorian gingerbread, and framed by palm trees and oleanders, the place was picture-perfect.

Striding up the pavestone walk, he climbed a flight of steps to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Nervous because he still didn’t know exactly what he would say to the doctor, he stuffed both hands in his pants pockets and waited. Within seconds, he heard footsteps approach inside. The door opened to reveal a stout woman with tan skin and graying hair combed tightly back from her round face. A dark blue dress outlined her matronly form.

“Can I help you, señor?

“Yes ma’am, I’m here to see Dr. Peterson. I phoned earlier.”

“Ah, sí, I remember. The doctor came home a few minutes ago only. I do not think –”

“Who is it, Bianca?” a woman called from somewhere within. Her voice sounded familiar.

“It is a man who called before, señora.”

Dev heard high heels clicking on a tile floor. The housekeeper – he assumed that’s who she was – stepped aside. A tall woman walked out of the shadows and Dev stopped breathing. It was Mickie, his golden goddess! Instead of a sarong, she now wore a black cocktail dress that hugged her shapely figure then flared out below her hips, ending a few inches above her knees, showing off long, gorgeous legs. She looked sophisticated and every bit as beautiful as on the beach.

“You!” she blurted, halting a few feet away, light eyes wide with surprise. “Did you follow me?”

Dev released his breath. “No ma’am. I’m here to see Dr. Peterson.” He paused to clear his raspy throat. “I had no idea I’d find you here.”

She frowned. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, no, but I need to speak to him, the doctor, I mean.”

Her lips quirked upward and she made a strangled sound, like suppressed laughter. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yeah, it’s urgent. Are you his wife?” He sure hoped not. “Can you give him a message for me?”

Her half-smile faded. “No, I am not his wife and I won’t take a message. If you really need to see the doctor, call the office on Monday and make an appointment.” She started to shut the door but Dev grabbed the edge of it and stopped her.

“I said this is urgent. It can’t wait ’til Monday.”

“Let go of the door!” she demanded, angry color flooding her cheeks.

“Un-uh. Is the doc here? Tell him I must speak to him. Now.”

She glared ice-cold daggers at him. “I am the doc!” she said through gritted teeth. “And I demand you let go of my door!”

Stunned, Dev nearly lost his hold. “You’re Dr. Michael Peterson?”

“No, you dunderhead! I’m Dr. Michaela Peterson. Now release this door and leave right now, or I will call the police.”

“Ah, hell!” Feeling like a damn fool, Dev sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I mean Dr. Peterson. I got the code wrong. I missed the ‘A’ at the end of your name.”

She stopped shoving at the door but continued to scowl at him. “Code? What code? What are you talking about?”

“The code Lara Spenser had me decipher. I’m here to deliver a message for her.”

The doc’s fine golden brows lifted. “I don’t know any Lara Spenser,” she said uncertainly.

Dev frowned, wondering if she was playacting because she didn’t trust him. Then it dawned on him that Spenser might be an alias Lara was using to conceal her true identity. “Maybe not, but you do know her uncle,” he replied. “Or you did. His name was Malcolm Flewellen.”

She sucked in her breath audibly. “Did you say was?”

“Yes ma’am. He was killed in a car accident several months ago.”

“Oh no!” Color drained from her face. Releasing the door, she staggered off balance and sagged against the entry wall.

“Hey, easy there!” Alarmed, Dev threw the door wide open, stepped inside and gripped her arms. “Don’t go fainting on me.”

 

DECODING MICHAELA is available on these ebook sites:

http://amzn.to/1MJpYOC

http://amzn.to/1LOUabb (UK)

http://apple.co/1CCvehJ 

http://bit.ly/1eSF5eg (Kobo)

http://bit.ly/1BOprKY (Barnes & Noble)

Also available on Draft 2Digital, Page Foundry, Scribd, tolino & soon on Oyster