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A
woman without a prayer…
A
widow with two children, Tempest Whitney had to mortgage everything to repay
the money her husband had stolen. But even as she struggles to hold onto her
Utah homestead, a scheming rancher buys up her debts, demanding she either get
off his land or marry him. Then a dark-haired stranger shows up, claiming to be
her dead husband…
A
man without a past….
Buck
Maddux spent two years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. Now a death bed
promise has brought him to Tempest’s dugout. A man without roots, he doesn’t
plan to stay—or to feel so fiercely protective of this feisty beauty he saves
from a forced marriage. Suddenly, Buck yearns for a home, a family, a lasting
love. But what can he offer Tempest? The surprising answer lies in the
forbidden canyons of an ancient Anasazi tribe, where fortune and danger
await—along with a passion more precious than gold…
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The walls were squeezing the last
of the air from of Buck's lungs. He couldn't stay in that dark hole of a room
another second without going insane. His mouth was desert-dry, his pulse
stampeding. He could almost smell the stench of prison, hear the curses and
moans of inmates, along with other sounds too repugnant to acknowledge. He felt
the dampness of the stone prison walls, and the weight of hopelessness.
Self-disgust threatened to destroy him.
Thrusting aside
the bed covers, and a dozing Marmalade along with them, he leaped to his feet.
He trembled with the effort it took not to tear through the house like a blind
madman as he forced himself to move slowly, clinging to the shreds of his
self-control. He didn’t bother with clothes. His fear of humiliating himself
with hysterical screams was too great.
The candle and
matches he'd had the foresight to place by his bed came quickly to hand. The
acrid scent of sulfur filled the room as he struck a match. He shielded the
glow to keep from waking Tempest or the children. The last thing he needed was
for her to see him shaking and fumbling, panic shrieking from every pore.
Children were
afraid of the dark. Babies. Not fully grown men.
Charlene first serious writing attempt came in 1980 when she awoke one
morning from an unusually vivid and compelling dream. Deciding that dream
needed to be made into a book, she dug out an old portable typewriter and went
to work. That book never sold, but her second one, Tender Touch, became a Golden Heart finalist and earned her an
agent. Soon after, she signed a three book contract with Kensington Books. Five
of Charlene's western historical romances were published between 1994 and 1999:
Taming Jenna, Tender Touch (1994 Golden Heart Finalist under the
title Brianna), Forever Mine
(1996 Romantic Times Magazine Reviewer's Choice Award Nominee and Affaire de
Coeur Reader/Writer Poll finalist), To Have and To Hold Affaire de Coeur
Reader/Writer Poll finalist); and writing as Rachel Summers, The Scent of
Roses. Forever Mine and Tender Touch are available as e-books
and after January 24, To Have and To
Hold will be as well. When not writing, Charlene loves to travel, crochet,
needlepoint, research genealogy, scrapbook, and dye Ukrainian eggs.
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ReplyDeleteGood morning. I'm thrilled to be here today and grateful to Goddess Fish for arranging my tour and to Straight From The Library for having me.
ReplyDeleteHi Charlene,
ReplyDeleteJust wondering: Do you now, or have you ever, based your characters on real people you know? If so, could the real person recognize him or herself in print?
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I enjoyed the excerpt and am looking forward to reading more.
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Thanks, Ingeborg.
DeleteTo Have and To Hold is a great story. A real classic.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kem. You're a peach.
ReplyDeleteI finally got to start this book last night and I am really enjoying.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad, Quilt Lady. Thanks for letting me know.
ReplyDeleteIngeborg, you've won the free book for today's blog. I will be emailing you for arrangements. Congratulations.
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