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New Release! Wyoming Secrets #2

Published September 16, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Good morning (or evening, depending on where you are in this world). Just a quick note to let you know that Guarding Alesha is now available on Amazon. This is Fred Bursey’s story. If you’ve read it, you’ll recognize him from book 1, Guarding Flint.

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Alesha Jennings would do anything to protect her son from his ex-cop, drug-running father…even kill if she had to. A leak in the Witness Protection Program had her on the run. Brent Malcolm had served his time. Now he was out and revenge would be at the top of his agenda. She’d prepared for this day, but hadn’t counted on her next-door neighbor becoming involved in her troubles.

Fred Bursey is undercover posing as the local handyman and he’s determined not to let Alesha out of his sight. He’s vowed to keep Alesha and her son safe, but a leak in the WPP is proving hard to find. Would the raven-haired temptress ever trust him? Especially once she learns he’s a cop?

Excerpt:

Prologue

Juan DeCarlo would not live to see tomorrow.

Plans were already in place for his cellmate of the past two months to have a deadly accident—shortly after Brent’s release. He’d suspected from day one that Juan was working undercover to gain information. Last night he’d been informed that Juan was a Deputy Sheriff, and as Brent often talked in his sleep, he didn’t want his plans thwarted at this point.

Damn! He wished he could break that habit…the one thing he had no control over had led to his arrest. His wife, the traitorous bitch, had heard him making plans, going over shipments and such, while he was asleep. She’d even had the nerve to follow him and gain more information before going to his boss with her knowledge. A hush-hush sting operation had taken care of the rest and he’d ended up serving time. She’d ruined his reputation and that of six friends who’d been with him.

Alesha Jennings…had a nice ring to it. She thought her and the brat were safe within the boundaries of the Witness Protection Program. He smiled as he anticipated the fear on her face when he showed up to confront her.

He uncurled his fists, relying on the calm he’d perfected during the past ten years. Patience, Malcolm. You’ve waited ten years. You can wait a little longer.

In a few minutes, he’d walk out of prison a free man…a model citizen…a man who had learned his lesson. He’d served his time and played his part. He’d keep a low profile, report to his parole officer and, when the time was right, he’d make his move.

I’m coming for you, Babe. I’ll be seeing you real soon.

His guards arrived and led him from the holding cell where he’d waited for his release. They walked him straight to the gate where his brother, Warren, waited. As they pulled away, Brent Malcolm settled in his seat and never once looked back.

Chapter One

The early morning phone call jolted Alesha Jennings from a sound sleep. This couldn’t be good. Dread caused her hand to shake as she lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

“Hello, Alesha. This is Marshall Keton. Brent’s being released today.”

She jerked upright, threw back the covers, and touched her bare feet to the cold floor. This had to be a dream…a very bad one of nightmare proportions. “Today?” She raised her free hand to cover her rapidly beating heart.

“They say he’s been a model prisoner. The parole board felt he’d learned his lesson.”

“And the others?”

“Also released. As long as you stay in the Witness Protection program, you and your son will remain safe.”

“Yes, I understand.” But she didn’t—not really. “Thanks for calling.”

She weighed her options as she replaced the receiver on its base, effectively putting an end to her conversation with Marshall Keton, her liaison with the Witness Protection Program. A swift glance at the clock had her on her feet and crossing the hall. She knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Colby, time to get up.”

Alesha continued down the hall and into the bathroom. Once finished with her morning ablutions, she opened the door to find Colby leaning against the opposite wall, patiently waiting his turn. “Good morning, sweetie,” she said as she ruffled his already tousled hair. “Grab your shower. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Okay, Mom.”

He snagged a towel out of the linen closet and disappeared behind the bathroom door. Colby had his father’s chestnut curls, but that’s where any resemblance ended. His eyes were a shade darker blue than hers were and his slight build, long and lean for an almost ten-year-old, made him a favorite on his school’s sports teams. He was a natural athlete and she was proud of his accomplishments.

She entered the kitchen and put some eggs on to boil, started a pot of coffee for herself, and set the table. When she heard the bathroom door open, she put bread in the toaster, poured Colby a glass of orange juice, and set everything on the table as he appeared, fully dressed and shiny clean, to take a seat at the table.

She’d built a good life for them here in Thayne, Wyoming, but had never once stopped looking over her shoulder. Her testimony had been instrumental in busting a drug ring in Chicago. A drug ring headed by her, now ex, cop husband and a band of his cronies. All seven were convicted and had served ten years. Now they were out.

Marshall Keton assured her she wasn’t in any danger, but she knew different. Those men still had connections in law enforcement. If she stayed with the program, Brent would find her. The question uppermost in her mind—the one that had her worried for their safety—being when?

“Mom, can I have more juice?”

“May I, and yes, I’ll get it for you.” She grabbed the pitcher of juice from the fridge and refilled his glass, then filled her coffee mug and took a sip of the hot brew as she joined him for breakfast.

“We’ve got tests this morning, but we get to watch a movie this afternoon,” Colby said.

“Oh, which one?”

“I don’t know. Teach said it was a surprise.” He smiled and downed the rest of his juice. “I need to leave early. Some of the guys asked me to play baseball with them before school.”

“Will the teachers be there this early?” Alesha asked, concerned.

He nodded his head. “Miss Bryant said she’d open up the ball locker for us.”

“Well, I guess it’s all right then.”

“Great! I’m outta here.” He grabbed his lunch box and stuffed it in his book bag, then headed for the front of the house. She followed him onto the deck where he gave her a quick hug, then raced down the stairs, hopped on his bicycle, and was out of sight in no time.

He was growing up much too fast. It seemed like only yesterday she’d been changing his diapers and cuddling him close. Now he was up and going without her. But that would have to change. With Brent out of jail, she’d be keeping a closer eye on her son…a much closer eye.

Alesha went back inside, poured a fresh cup of coffee and stood looking out the window, thinking and seeing nothing, as she sipped the hot brew. She’d had ten years to prepare for this day. Everything was in place, ready to move at a moment’s notice. She only had to grab Colby, drive to the next town, ditch her car, and pick up the Jeep she’d purchased last month under an alias. Her prized photos were already in the Jeep, not one of which had identifiable landscape markers. Witness Protection had taught her well.

Yet she hesitated. What would it hurt to allow Colby to finish out the last two weeks of school with his friends? Alesha chewed her lower lip in concentration as she worriedly paced from room to room.

If Brent had already found out where they were living, he could hop a plane and be there in a matter of hours. Would he dare come straight here? Surely, he knew he would be watched, at least until the Sheriff’s office was satisfied that he wasn’t in contact with his former affiliates in crime.

Yes, she and Colby would be safe enough here for the time being, although she’d start driving him back and forth to school. She’d also have to pay the Principal a visit, tell her their story, and inform her that Colby’s father was free…just in case.

She picked up the phone and dialed the school’s number.

* * *

Fred Bursey studied the bungalow next door. He saw Alesha through the kitchen window with the help of high-powered binoculars. He’d been trying to get close to her for months now, but she always fobbed him off. Her aversion to cops was legendary, but as far as she knew, he was the local handyman. What could she possibly have against him?

Or was it men in general? He’d studied her file in detail before accepting this assignment and, after what she’d been through, he really couldn’t blame her for being wary.

Alesha was friendly enough, as long as their conversations remained impersonal, but her clear, sapphire gaze always seemed to bore right through him, suspicion evident in their depths. He’d enjoyed the time spent with her and her son, often joining them in a game of soccer, or playing basketball with Colby in front of her garage. The kid had the makings of a star athlete and he had his mother to thank for it.

They were always together, except when Colby was in school. Fred looked at her now and almost drooled. He couldn’t help but wish he could inspire that kind of devotion to him, but she just didn’t appear interested.

Marshall Keton with the Witness Protection Program had approached his boss, Captain Shane Gillespie, and asked for help. He had discovered a leak in the program and rented this bungalow for Fred just after Christmas. He’d wanted someone close by who could provide immediate protection for Alesha and her son if needed. But Fred hadn’t counted on being attracted to the raven-haired beauty.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this teaser. 

Warning: Some foul language but no heat. 🙂

Guarding Alesha is available here.

And, in case you missed it, Book 1, Guarding Flint is available here.

These books are only $2.99 each. Download and enjoy! 🙂

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Spotlight on Maggie Mundy!

Published September 9, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

I am pleased to welcome Maggie Mundy to the blog in celebration of her new release, Idolize. Take it away, Maggie. 🙂

Thank you for hosting me on your blog today with my latest release, Idolize.

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Idolize is book one in the The Dark Storm series. The books are based around the lives of actors on the show and the people they fall in love with.

Blurb:

Cassi moved to LA to escape a violent past and wants anonymity for herself and her son. She is starting to get her life back on track when she meets Declan Reed. He is the latest hit on the Hollywood scene, playing the lead in the TV series Dark Storm. She gets the love of a TV star, but the fame that comes with it causes her past to come back and haunt her with what could be fatal consequences.

You can’t be found if no one knows where you are.

Excerpt:

Cassi knew it was the brandy talking, but when would she have a Hollywood actor captive in a cabin again? He put his glass down and raised one eyebrow as he peered at her. Then he patted the couch in front of him. Okay, she had drunk two big brandies, but what was he suggesting here?

He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it so she gazed in his eyes. She gulped. He didn’t need to say anything. She would kiss him anyway. All he needed to do was ask.

“When you left that day, you took part of me with you. I’ve been looking around and meeting other people and other women trying to find it. I was a fool to let you go then. Now you’re here, Cassi, I’m not going to let you go without telling you how much I care.”

His face was close as his palm cupped her cheek. Her mouth hung open and she felt a strong ache between her legs showing the need for physical contact she had not received for so long. She could feel his breath on her lips. His eyes connected with hers and then moved down to her lips. He ran his thumb along her lower lip and she moved forward. She knew this wasn’t real and something he had rehearsed, but didn’t care. He only had to say the word and she would have sex with him all night long. He didn’t say anything more, but their lips almost touched. Then he moved away.

Breathe.

“It’s a scene from our next episode. It doesn’t turn out well as she’s a vampire and sells me out. I get back at her through some crazy ritual, though. Sorry I took the advantage by adding your name.”

Declan was still holding his palm against her cheek and she didn’t want him to move away.

“You’re good.” He was more than good as she was putty in his hands right now.

Bio:

I live in Adelaide, Australia, with my husband, one cat, two dogs and a snake. I have a motorbike that I would like to ride more than I do and I love walking at the beach and listening to the waves.  I’ve always loved reading all forms of fiction from high fantasy and paranormal to contemporary and decided the stories in my head needed to be written down. It was either that or start on medication. Unlike many authors, I didn’t know I wanted to be a writer until a few years back.  I started off doing a degree in drama but soon realized my love was in writing, though there is a play lurking somewhere on my computer. My day job is as a nurse in the operating room. I believe romance can be fun to read and write but it’s exciting to spice it up with the uncertainty that comes with suspense where the rules can be broken.

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99 Cent Sale!

Published August 1, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today is a beautiful day here in New Brunswick and it’s a wonderful day for my readers.

Zakia and the Cowboy is on sale for 99 cents! This is the novel that launched my career and gave validity to my writing. It became a bestseller on Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Bookstrand. It was a top pick at Night Owl Reviews and Book of the month in 2011 at the To Be Read Pile reviews. It also launched the Thunder Creek Ranch series with Evernight Publishing, which now totals 8 books with 2 more planned.

Next up is Abby’s Intent followed by A Thunder Creek Christmas, which will complete this series.

I have truly enjoyed writing these novels of romantic suspense. The town, the ranches, and the people will live in my heart and in my books forever. If you haven’t yet read Zakia and the Cowboy, I urge you to grab a copy while it’s on sale.

Warning: Sexual Content

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Now Available in Print!!!

Blurb:

With a stalker following her every move, Zakia has no choice but to flee the city. Her options limited, she runs to the only place she’s ever felt safe…the Thunder Creek Ranch and her ex-husband, Lucas.

Will he protect Zakia from the stalker? And if he does will either of them be able to ignore the feelings that have simmered for so long, ready to explode… before danger either draws them together or pulls them apart.

Excerpt:

“Sorry, Darlin’. Always a cowboy,” he apologized.

Luke sat on the edge of the bed and struggled to remove his cowboy boots, then disposed of pants, briefs and socks. When he looked up and saw the still smooth, silky skin of her upper torso and full breasts partially covered by her beautiful, long, blonde hair, he had to ask himself how he got to be so lucky. Déjà vu was very much in existence as he admired the woman standing before him. Zakia was still every bit the exquisite, sexy woman she’d been on their wedding night, only now she was trying hard not to giggle.

“What’s so funny,” he asked with a grin as he reached for her.

“Just a little touch of déjà vu going on.”

“I was thinking the same thing. You’re just as beautiful now as you were on our wedding night,” he stated as he pulled her back into his arms.

“Well, I was thinking it funny that you said those exact same words on our wedding night.”

“What words?” he asked, curious and trying to think.

“Sorry, Darlin’. Always a cowboy.”

“Ooohh, those words. It’s true. A cowboy doesn’t go too far without his boots.”

“Did you mean it, Luke?”

“Mean what?”

“That you still think I’m beautiful.”

“Do I need to install mirrors on every wall in the house?” he teased. “Yes, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and sexily built. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

“Oh, I so like a man who knows what he wants,” she cooed.

When she reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss filled with all the passion he remembered, his heart soared. Gone was the polite restraint they’d held to since her arrival. He kissed her back, longing for more, aching for the promise her lips delivered.

His hands moved to her breasts, rubbing and tweaking the nipples to turgid peaks, then massaging the silken softness until she moaned against his mouth in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he took one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping lightly before transferring his attention to the other one.

He worked his way down her body, one kiss at a time, having to keep a tight rein on his control as she breathed his name over and over again. Her body writhed beneath him as he reached her sopping pussy, her unique scent driving him wild as always. He parted her lips and kissed her, rubbing tiny circles on her clit with his thumb. His other hand reached beneath her to fondle her ass as he began sucking her, his tongue laving and prodding her wetness until he could take no more. Rising up, he coaxed her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself. As he looked into her desire-glazed eyes, he moved, pushing into her with one hard thrust.

Then he stilled. It had been as tight as their first time. “Did I hurt you?”

“Uh, uh.” She shook her head as her body began to move, encouraging him to pull out and push into her warmth again.

She grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, and they fell into a rhythm that told of their familiarity with each other. It was as if he’d gone back in time, back to the days of love and laughter, caring and sharing their lives, completing each other. He thrust in and out, faster, harder, seeking the rapture he’d only found with the woman lying beneath him.

Thought took a long, slow ride after that as they concentrated on catching up on years of lost loving, and he was pleased to note, she still had that deep, husky, pleading note in her voice when she screamed his name.

I do love my cowboys. LOL

Now that I’ve whet your appetite, go ahead and download your copy.

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Happy reading! 🙂

#Free ebook: Suited to be a Cowboy

Published July 10, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Free July 10th-14th. It’s with great pleasure that, due to fan requests, I announce my impending move to offer my books at outlets besides Amazon. Suited to be a Cowboy will most likely be the last book I offer free as I’m branching out my distribution to include all ereaders at several outlets. Stay tuned. I’ll post updates as soon as the books are available elsewhere. 🙂

Contemporary Western Romantic Suspense

Warning: Sexual content

Blurb:

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Inheriting a ranch on the heels of her husband walking out has Melissa Dehavilland struggling to learn the ropes. James McGovern, raised in foster care, has saved all his life toward a dream…that of owning a ranch. Such diverse backgrounds don’t always converge in harmony, especially when their first meeting turned sour, but working together means saving her ranch and restoring his dream. Respect is hard-earned and trust non-existent as they fight their attraction to each other. Melissa’s ex shows up, wanting a cut and causing trouble. The difficulties bind them closer together as they strive to guarantee a future…together.

Ready for a teaser excerpt? Here goes…

Jimmy was pumped. Adrenaline poured through his veins as wild as the Mustangs while he’d chased after the horses. Now the rush had left, he was dog-tired and looking forward to sharing his news with his boss. But not smelling as he did coming off the range.

“Sherry, you are one beautiful horse. You knew what to do better than I did. Or was it that handsome stallion that had you moving so fast?” He frowned as he gave his horse a good rubdown, remembering the incident with Midnight Rain. How could he and Melissa get back to a normal working relationship? Would she even care about his success tonight? Animosity rent the air whenever they were near each other.

He’d bite the bullet and take the first step by sharing his news. After all, he hadn’t asked to bring Sherry with him and it had been rude to assume it would be all right.

After returning to his room, he headed straight for the shower. He’d clean up and change clothes before going to find Melissa. He and Tippy had corralled eighteen Mustangs tonight. He’d hoped for one or two, as on previous occasions, but they’d been lucky.

He showered in record time and went into the bedroom to find clean clothes, a towel wrapped around his waist. That’s when he noticed the lights on in Melissa’s room. She’d gone to bed. Maybe she just wasn’t interested.

Would she mind if I cross the courtyard and knock on her door? He stood close to the glass pane, trying to catch a glimpse of movement that would indicate she was still up. Nothing moved. The lights blinked off as he stood there, undecided. Well, that settles that. Letting the towel drop, he turned toward the bed. He’d tell her tomorrow, if she asked.

Exhausted beyond belief, he fell asleep almost instantly.

 * * * *

 Oh, wow! Melissa felt like a voyeur. A wanton and extremely needy voyeur.

When he came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, she should’ve turned away, but she couldn’t. Her feet seemed glued to the floor.

From the way he filled out his clothes, she’d known he had a great physique. What she hadn’t known, and couldn’t possibly guess, was how splendid a body he did have.

His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, not a spare ounce of flesh on him to be seen. Perfect abs, muscled biceps, and those legs, long and lean. Her legs shook in reaction, threatening to give way. She was about to start drooling. Never had she seen such a perfect body.

Certainly not Marcus’s. She giggled, remembering his paunch. Too much wining and dining did that to a person. Served him right, the adulterous jerk.

She watched as Jimmy crossed his room, walking up close to the patio doors. Was he coming to see her? Dressed like that? Had she given him reason to think he could? Melissa’s insides tightened in response as she turned off the lamp. She almost parted the blinds and waved when he looked her way…until he dropped the towel.

She’d moved then, peeking through the blinds to try and determine if Jimmy was retiring for the night, or just winding down.

Her eyes threatened to pop out of her head and she knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldn’t look away. She took one step backward, then another, never taking her eyes off his muscular physique. When he turned and headed for bed, she almost cried out for him, such was her need. Instead, she stood there and admired his fine tush until he covered it with the blankets and turned out the lamp.

“Good night, Jimmy,” she whispered into the darkness. “Sweet dreams.” She undressed and crawled in between the sheets, punched her pillow into submission and settled in to get some shut-eye. Sleep did come, eventually, and with it exquisite dreams of the man across the way.

Download your copy here and enjoy:

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Benjamin is Free!

Published March 4, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

That’s right. Benjamin, Book 2 in The Hudson Ranch series, is free today until Tuesday, March 8th. Grab it while you can. 🙂 The gorgeous covers for this series were hand drawn by my sister, Sharon Wilson-Dupuis.

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Blurb:

Rodeo cowboy Benjamin Hudson is one of four brothers set to inherit their father’s ranch in northern Alberta. The only problem is, the three oldest have been estranged from Zackary Hudson for years. Their father’s will states they have to live on the ranch for one year, show a profit, and care for their baby brother. The main problems…none of them know anything about running a working ranch or caring for an infant. They decide to hire domestic help for the primary care of Jeremiah.

Halifax native, Danielle Madison, wants to escape the pain of an abusive marriage and the resultant stillborn child. She sees the ad for a nanny on a ranch in Alberta, applies, and flies west without a second thought. For Dani it’s work only, with no intention of becoming involved until she meets Benjamin, the tough-as-nails ex rodeo rider, who handles his baby brother with great gentleness and compassion. Little Jeremiah pulls at her heartstrings, and she’s drawn to him, despite her resolve to remain aloof.

Love is not in Ben’s vocabulary, except as it applies to his lost siblings. When things start disappearing and going wrong, Dani is Ben’s initial suspect. He’s attracted to her, despite her withdrawn persona, and tries to believe in her innocence as they work together to solve the mysterious happenings. Will love win out, or will the fear of commitment drive a permanent wedge between them?

The Hudson Ranch books can be read alone, but it’s best if you read them in order. Just click on the titles for blurbs and purchase links.

Book 1, The Inheritance, 99 cents

Book 2, Benjamin, normally $3.36 is Free

Book 3, Gabriel, $3.09

Book 4, Nathan, $4.22

All above books are also available in print.

As always, I’m happy to hear from my fans. Without you, I’d have no reason to write. (Other than the fact that writing keeps me sane.) 🙂 Please post questions and/or comments below.

99 Cent Sale!!!

Published January 29, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Blessed Homecoming is one of my favorite novels. Classified as an inspirational, contemporary, romantic suspense, ergo…a clean read with plenty of action. 🙂

A friend of mine, Denise Ellyson, challenged me to write a story to enter in a Harlequin Love Inspired Suspense contest. It wasn’t accepted due to a birthing scene, Blessed Homecoming_200x300but that’s okay. Even the most devout Christian knows there is nudity involved in giving birth. As it was pertinent to the story and the situation in which the main characters found themselves in, I left the scene in.

Blurb:

Wendy Danforth is preparing to be a single mom, her ex-husband in jail for spousal abuse. She returns home to Riverton, New Brunswick, only to be caught off guard by the handyman in residence. Attraction hits, swift and piercing, but she quells her unruly emotions. With one bad relationship behind her, she’s in no hurry to get involved in another. Besides, at almost nine months pregnant, she wasn’t exactly looking her best.

Jake Roberts, hired to renovate the Danforths’ house, took one look at his employer’s daughter and wanted to run far and fast. He hadn’t been around a pregnant woman in three long years, not since his wife and unborn son died in an auto accident. But when her ex-husband escapes custody, he steps up to protect Wendy and her unborn child.

Excerpt:

Jake found it hard to believe what he’d overheard, what that sweet, caring woman had endured at the hands of a man who had vowed to cherish and protect her. He’d been heading down to retrieve a package of wood screws when he heard Wendy crying and didn’t want to interrupt. He didn’t want to eavesdrop either, but her pain-wracked voice kept him an unwilling captive as she relayed events.

Broken bones, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder and bruising over seventy-five per cent of her body. Then to heal and find out she was pregnant! Why would she be so happy about having that man’s baby? Surely, she couldn’t still love him after all that.

Hearing her speak of her faith in the midst of all that suffering struck a rusty chord inside his gut. Somehow, deep down, her quiet acceptance and determination spoke to him in ways that expensive therapy had not. She was a survivor, he’d give her that, but if her friend hadn’t found her—no, he wouldn’t go there. He couldn’t. Divine intervention, she’d called it. He called it lucky.

She’d come home to heal and build a new life for herself and the baby. Surrounded by family and friends, she’d never have to fear for her life again. Although he’d barely known her twenty-four hours and had a definite aversion to getting involved in her problems, he’d do what he could to help her adjust to living in a small town again. If the gossips wanted to pair them off, so be it. He’d been through worse—much worse.

He sat on the step with his head in his hands, undecided whether to let her know he’d overheard or pretend ignorance. How could he ignore the pain she’d suffered? More surprisingly, he realized he wanted to be there for her, to prove that not every man was prone to acts of violence. Although, like her father, he’d had some thoughts on what he’d like to do to her ex if he ever had the chance.

She took the matter out of his hands when she sat a couple steps below him and, placing a hand on his knee, asked, “How much did you hear?”

His head jerked up and he searched her eyes, expecting to see anger and disgust at his audacity, but there was none. “Pretty much all of it. I’m sorry, Wendy. I didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but I didn’t want to barge in on you either.”

“Are you all right?”

“You’re asking me? After all you’ve suffered, I should be asking you that question.”

“My suffering ended the day he was found guilty. All that’s left now is the sentencing in two weeks’ time and I don’t need to be there for that.”

“But you’re expecting his child. How is that not suffering, considering what he put you through?”

“Every life is a gift from God. I don’t always understand His methods, but at least I have one good thing resulting from a failed marriage.”

“Did you love him that much?”

“At first, yes, very much. He was the man I’d always dreamed about, kind, caring and it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous to boot.” She smiled at the memory, then sobered. “The love died a slow death when the abuse started. He always made me feel like it was my fault, until the day I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and didn’t go back. I realized then my dreams of a happy ever after were never going to happen.”

“What did you do? Where did you go?”

“A social worker at the hospital made a couple of calls and arranged a bed in a shelter for abused women. My arm being broken meant I couldn’t work for a couple weeks, but when I returned, I found out from my boss, Emma, that he’d been haunting the place, waiting for me to show up. She’d had to call the police on a couple of occasions.

She became my best friend. Emma encouraged me to lay charges and file a restraining order against him, which I did. I also filed for divorce. He didn’t show up in court, didn’t contest it, so the judge granted the petition based on the abuse.”

“I would think so,” he huffed in agreement.

“I saw Clyde around from time to time after that, and he never made any effort to approach me, for which I was thankful. But the night before the divorce became final, he showed up after I got home from work. The rest, as they say, is history.”

“Can you really put it all behind you that easily?”

“Believe me, Jake, it hasn’t been easy. Easy started yesterday when Mama met me at the bus stop with her arms wide open. Until then, I’d hoped, but wasn’t at all certain of my welcome, circumstances being what they are.”

He placed a hand over hers where it still rested on his knee. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here. You are one remarkably strong lady and I’m honored to be your friend.”

“My faith is what’s strong. I had to believe the Lord has a purpose for me in this life. That’s when I decided it was time to come home. I’d been away too long.” She gently disentangled her hand and rose to her feet, slightly wobbly at first, causing him to reach out and grab her upper arms to steady her. “Thank you.”

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I hope you enjoyed this teaser excerpt. It always brings tears to my eyes when I read it. There is no excuse for abuse, but it takes a lot of strength to survive, even thrive, after an event so horrible.

Blessed Homecoming is on sale today and tomorrow. Well worth the read at 99 cents.

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New Release! Guarding Flint

Published January 29, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

New Release!!! It’s that time again. LOL

Guarding Flint, Wyoming Secrets Book 1, is my 31st title and is now available on Amazon. Just click the link at the end of this post and it will take you to the Amazon nearest you. Gotta love those international links. 🙂 Guarding Flint

Guarding Flint is a contemporary novel of romantic suspense. It’s also a clean read for those of you who don’t appreciate the bedroom door being open. 🙂

Blurb:

Ella Delaney is a small town girl with a big heart, except when it concerns Flint Harrington. She’s working a case when her sons’ long absent father winds up in the middle of her stakeout.

Flint reconnects with Ella during his working vacation in Thayne, Wyoming, hoping for a long overdue reconciliation. But shots fired at him coupled with his daughter’s kidnapping has Ella investigating him instead.

Can they work out their troubled past while surviving present dangers? Or the better question…after the way Flint left years ago without a word, can he count on Ella’s help?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“No!” Ella Delaney spoke under her breath as a car drove up to the building she had under surveillance. The old manufacturing plant had been redone and now encompassed several office suites, but as it was after hours, the amount of activity she’d seen as she drove by was unusual. This car was a late model Ford Fusion, a family car, different from the splashy vehicles that had arrived earlier.

“Don’t get out. Go away,” she pleaded silently to no avail. Instinct told her something was about to go down, but she hadn’t a clue what, so she’d called for back up and stayed out of sight.

The man braked to a stop in front of the main entrance. He turned off the engine. Her heart launched into her throat as he opened the driver’s door. Could he be part of the organization that leased this building? The man stepped onto the asphalt parking lot and closed the door. She saw the glint of a gun barrel from an upstairs window at the same time as she recognized the man by the car…Flint Harrington. He hadn’t changed much, except for the fancy suit he wore.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Her stomach knotted in fear for him. Then adrenalin kicked in and she ran. The distance between them seemed farther with every step. “Get down!” she hollered. She was upon him in moments and knocked him to the ground. Bullets peppered the pavement around them, but they were relatively safe behind the shelter of his vehicle. “We have to get out of here.” She slipped sideways to let him up, suddenly conscious of the fact that she had landed on top of him. He used to like having me in that position. She gave her head a mental shake and moved into a low crouch. “Keep your head down unless you want it blown off.”

“What the hell is going on?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“Later.” Ella shot a quick glance at the window. “He’s reloading. Now’s our chance.” She opened the driver’s door and crawled across the seat, careful to keep her head low, but when she turned, he was still on his knees outside. “Flint, come on.”

His head jerked up when he heard his name and a brief moment later, she saw recognition dawn on his handsome face. He nodded once and climbed in behind the wheel. “Where to?”

“Anywhere. Just go. Get us out of here.” She dialed her partner as Flint reversed and, with tires squealing, took off. She ducked as bullets sprayed the passenger side of the car.

“Bursey.”

“Fred, where are you?”

“Enroute to your location. ETA two minutes,” he answered.

She straightened up in her seat. “I hope you brought back-up. Those guys are armed and shooting at anyone who goes near. I just rescued a civilian from their parking lot.”

“Good God! Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m fine and so is the civilian.”

He mumbled something in response. She didn’t quite catch it, but she knew what he was thinking. She wished Fred wouldn’t come off as being so protective just because she was a female. She’d been on the job long enough to prove herself and then some.

“Signing off. We’ll park around the corner of Seventh and Douglas and wait for you.” She disconnected the call and clipped her phone back into its holster.

Flint braked to a stop in front of a derelict building on the corner of Seventh and Douglas.

“You were eavesdropping,” she accused.

He turned toward her, a frown marring his features. “Hardly eavesdropping when you’re sitting right beside me. I couldn’t help but overhear. So what’s going on?”

Business, Delaney. Stick to business and forget about those blue, blue eyes and that hunky body. “Why were you at that building?”

He settled back in his seat, his gaze roaming over her from head to toe. “It’s not polite to answer a question with a question,” he replied.

His avid perusal made Ella glad she was sitting down. Her body tingled with awareness from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. If she’d been standing, she was certain her legs wouldn’t hold her; such was his effect on her…still. “So sue me. Now answer the question.” She showed him her badge.

He appeared suitably impressed, his eyebrows rose in surprise as he nodded. “I didn’t know you’d entered law enforcement. And to answer your question, I was there to check on an order.”

How could you know? You left without a word and didn’t bother to keep in touch. “What kind of order?” Several vehicles pulled into the lot across the road. “Never mind. Later. Stay put.” She exited the car and joined her comrades.

“Who’s your friend,” Fred asked.

“Flint Harrington. What’s the plan?” she asked, nodding at her colleagues to acknowledge their presence.

“Harrington? What’s he doing in town?” Fred’s forehead creased as he squinted his eyes against the sunlight and tried to see through the tinted glass on Flint’s car.

“Delivering an order, but we’ll get to that later.”

“All right. You said they’re shooting? From where?” Fred asked.

“The shooter was at an upstairs window in front. As soon as Flint got out of his car, he opened fire.” She shuddered at the realization that he could’ve been shot. Hell, they both could’ve ended up bleeding out on the asphalt.

“And you ran to his rescue at the risk of getting yourself killed? You just might have saved one of the organization’s men. Did you think of that?” Fred lectured, his stance one of outrage.

“Momentarily, yes, but if he was part of their organization, why would they shoot at him?” she asked, trying to keep calm in the face of his questioning. “Now, what’s the plan?” she asked, effectively changing the subject.

“How did you get so close without them seeing you?” Fred asked.

“I saw too many cars in the parking lot of a vacant building, so I parked and went in from the east side. There aren’t any windows on that wall and I was able to hide behind a dumpster and watch as several shady-looking characters arrived, most carrying packages of some sort. It didn’t look good and I wasn’t going to tackle that crew alone, so I called for back-up. From what I’ve observed, the east side is still our best approach.”

“Then let’s go.” He turned to the other officers present. “Ella and I will go first, then count to ten and send two more. Repeat. Any questions?” Fred asked.

Everyone shook their heads, ready to follow at ten paces.

“Keep alert,” he said.

Fred took the lead, as usual, even though it had been her stakeout. She couldn’t blame him though. He’d protected her from the time they were little kids and living in foster care. She’d needed him then. Now…not so much, but he was the big brother she’d never had and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by protesting too much.

Halfway to the building, she heard engines start around front. Tires squealed and she could smell the burnt rubber as they took off. “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I,” Fred said as they kept moving forward.

An explosion rent the air and they dived for cover behind an abandoned vehicle, debris falling all around them as if it was dark rain.

“What in the blazes was that?” she asked, brushing a burning ember off her shoulder.

“They bombed the place. You okay?” Fred asked as he looked her over and brushed away more of the ash that had landed on her.

“I’m fine. You?” she asked as she took stock of the officers following. It looked as if no one had gotten hurt in the blast. Fred didn’t have time to answer as a second explosion, much nearer, had them running for a safer spot.

She hit speed dial for emergency as she ran. This was an older section of Thayne, Wyoming, and these buildings would burn like matchsticks.

“911. What is the nature of your emergency?” asked the dispatcher.

“This is Officer Ella Delaney. There’s been a bombing at the old cheese factory on Douglas. Send emergency crews.”

“Right away, Officer Delaney. Was anyone hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Better send the paramedics just in case.”

“I’m on it.”

Ella stopped beside Fred and the other officers at a safe distance from the blaze and looked back at the carnage. Several smaller explosions added to the flames as they watched. The entire building was a blazing inferno. She heard sirens in the distance. “It’s a good thing we didn’t try to rush the place. We would’ve been blown to kingdom come.”

“Or shot down on sight.”

“Yeah. Do you think Flint was a decoy? If they suspected we were onto them, they might’ve arranged that little scenario to draw us out into the open.”

“Maybe, or it could be that he was targeted because of his involvement with them,” Fred said, watching her closely.

Did Fred suspect she still had feelings for the man after all the time that had elapsed since Flint had been gone? “You mean they didn’t trust him for some reason?”

“Could be just about anything.”

“Then we’d better get back and take his statement,” she said, hoping Flint had a viable answer for being on the scene. The fire trucks arrived and the firefighters went to work on controlling the blaze. They assigned a few men to crowd control and, as there was nothing else they could do to help, they walked back to their vehicles.

Flint’s car was gone.

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That’s it for now, folks. Enjoy!

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