I was a little girl growing up in Scottsdale, Arizona, I would frequently
narrate my life to myself inside my head. I enjoyed this shift into a third
person point-of-view. Perhaps it was the feeling of control it instilled, but
it also helped my young mind process the daily grind of my life. I also had an
overwhelming compulsion to write. I have boxes of diaries from my youth as
mother was a voracious reader, so I spent my teenage years snatching books from
her nightstand. During that time her tastes ran to science fiction and fantasy.
I had a steady diet of Anne McCaffrey (no relation), Marion Zimmer Bradley,
Piers Anthony, and Roger Zelazney. I was also deeply enamored of King Arthur. I
fell in love with Jane Austen’s Pride and
Prejudice, and was fascinated by the twists and turns of Wuthering Heights, but I really didn’t
read romances until I was a young married woman living a few thousand miles
from home. My husband and I didn’t have much money back then, so I would walk
to the nearby library and read whatever bodice-rippers happened to be on the
shelf. Despite some of the cheesy covers, I quickly fell in love with the rich
storylines and surprisingly well-drawn characters. It became obvious, later,
that these were the kind of stories I wanted to write. Setting them in the Old
West was also a way to lessen my homesickness for Arizona.
my husband and I began our family, we both agreed that it was important to have
a parent at home. And I have to admit, I jumped at the chance to spend all my
days with my children. It was a real blessing. But I soon felt the urge to
stretch myself, to work my brain a bit. Although I studied engineering in
school, what I really wanted to do was write. So, with four children under the
age of five underfoot, I wrote my first manuscript. Suffice it to say, there
were many stops and starts, and many a rewrite, but that story eventually
became The Wren, a historical western
romance that was published in 2003.
written a few more books since, and have learned, and continue to learn, the
art of writing, the way my own process unfolds, and the fun and hair-pulling
aspects of marketing and promotion.
hope you’ll check out my newest historical western romance release.
The Land Of Shadows
Barstow has come to Arizona Territory to search for his younger brother,
Charley. It’s been five years since a woman came between them and it’s high
time they buried the hatchet. He soon learns that his brother has broken more
than one heart in town, has mysteriously and abruptly disappeared, and that an
indignant fiancée is hot on his trail.
Kinsella pursues Charley Barstow when he skips out of town without a second
thought. Not only has he left Agnes McPherson alone and pregnant, but everyone
still believes that he and Kate are engaged, a sham from the beginning. An
ill-timed encounter with a group of ruffians has her suddenly in the company of
Ethan Barstow, Charley’s brother and a man of questionable repute. As they move
deeper into the shadows of the Arizona desert, family tensions and past
tragedies threaten to destroy a relationship neither of them expects.
INTO THE LAND OF SHADOWS – Kristy McCaffrey Prairie Rose Publications – (firstname.lastname@example.org) ISBN: 978-1-4943-7784-7 eISBN: 978-1-31175-226-0 December 2013 Western Historical Romance
Northern Arizona Territory, May 1897
Ethan Barstow and his brother Charlie are the only ones of their family left. After a rather wild period, Ethan has settled down to run the Colorado family ranch and to manage the trust his father left. He tries to keep track of the volatile Charlie, but they have been estranged for five years…partly because of their father's death and partly because of a woman. Last Ethan heard, Charlie was in Flagstaff. Ethan decides it's time to go make peace with his brother. Only, when he reaches Flagstaff, Charlie is no longer there, having headed north out of town.
After her father's death and her mother's remarriage, Kate Kinsella left home and settled in Flagstaff where her father had friends. Eventually she helped the widowed Mrs. Finley open and run a rooming house, but now she's also headed north on a mission. After doing a favor for her friends, Agnes and Charlie, by pretending to be engaged to Charlie Barstow to appease Agnes's father, Charlie leaves town to seek his fortune. When Kate learns Agnes is pregnant, she chases after Charlie to drag him home if necessary.
Ethan and Kate meet when Ethan rescues a donkey-riding woman being chased by three men on horses. But that's a tale readers will have to discover for themselves. Let it be said only that Ethan and Kate join forces to find Charlie, even though Kate thinks the worst of Ethan from things Charlie told her about him, and Ethan believes she is his brother's fiancée. Their journey is not an easy one, what with the three bozos after Kate—and Charlie—and the various characters, friendly and strange, they meet as they travel through Indian lands.
INTO THE LAND OF SHADOWS is a haunting story with suspense, passion, and excellent character building.
Navy SEAL Petty OfficerBrody Lane
Current Status: On leave
Obstacle: The one girl who was off-limits...
Where Navy SEAL “Bad Ass” Brody Lane goes, trouble
follows. Being run out of his hometown years ago for misbehaving with Genna
Reilly—the sheriff’s daughter—was one thing. Now Brody is about to step into
real danger. Not the suggestive letters he’s been exchanging with Genna, but
the kind of trouble that can send a soldier home injured and broken inside...
Genna’s entire life has been orchestrated by her
family. The right job. The right friends. Enough!
Brody’s return offers the promise of lust-filled pleasures. Of flesh teased and
tasted. She’s not expecting to find a soldier with distant eyes who has
secluded himself from the world. But this good girl knows exactly how to bring
a bad boy back to life....
Hot! The Few. The Proud. The Sexy as Hell.
Then she came to a letter with an APO postal
cancellation. There was no name, nor an address, so there was no way to know
who it was from.
But she did.
Hands shaking, Genna didn’t even notice dropping
the rest of the mail on the counter as she held up the letter in both hands. Heart
racing, she wet her lips, wanting to open it. Terrified to see what he’d said.
Ten years ago, Brody Lane had shown her an
all-too-brief glimpse of awesome. In return, she’d landed him in the navy. She
hadn’t known where he’d gone at first. Partly because she’d spent a month on
in-house restriction, partly because nobody—not her parents, not anyone in
town, nobody—was saying a word. It wasn’t until Joe had gotten out of the
county lockup that he’d told her what Brody had done, had sacrificed. Because
She stared at the letter, a little ragged and worn-looking
against the soft pink of her manicure. She was the one who’d made this
reconnection by writing him. She’d always wanted to. Always wished she’d had
the nerve to tell him she was sorry for her part in landing him in the navy. But
she’d been afraid. Afraid he’d hated her for it.
He was like the bridge between the two sides of
her life. That side, fabulous and fun, filled with possibilities and excitement
and wild times. And this side, with its day in and day out practicality,
focused on doing what was smart, what was right, being perfect.
And she was scared that opening the envelope would
somehow suck her right back to the other side of the bridge.
And even more terrified at how much she wanted to
Figuring it’d be confetti soon the way she was
shaking, she grabbed her brass letter opener, and with a deep breath, slit the
envelope open. She gently pulled the thin paper out and without blinking,
Frowned and blinked. Then stared harder.
“Is he kidding?” she asked the empty room in
Then she looked at the paper again.
What are you wearing?
What was she wearing?
That was it?
She’d risked family disapproval, her father’s fury,
and had sucked up every last bit of nerve she had to write to him. She’d sent
horrible news, informing him of the downward spiral and death of a guy who’d
once been his best friend.
And this was how he responded?
Grinding her teeth, Genna held the letter out at
arm’s length, peering at it again. But the words didn’t change.
What was she freaking wearing?
Jaw set, more alive than she’d felt in forever,
she stormed over to the small rolltop desk in the corner and grabbed her
stationery box. She yanked out a sheet of paper, ripping it in the process. She
snatched up another and let her pen fly across the page.
She’d show him.
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What's Raven going to do when his target turns
out to be his mate?
is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person's soul. He has
never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets
Cassandra for the first time. She's an innocent, so why does someone want her
soon as she laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity
that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible
story, she doesn't have a choice, believe him or die when someone else takes
the job he's refused.
a fight against time and an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what
the future holds. Even a fledgling seer.
Her moans had echoed
all over the mansion. Raven had even heard them from his place on the roof;
he'd shifted long enough to enter from the skylight before taking his human
form again and headed to investigate. No lights highlighted the dark corridors
but it wasn't a problem. The dog remained silent in the kitchen, a terrible
guard. The moans made him rock hard, she was the only one in the house which
left one very interesting possibility.
It didn't take
long to find her room, the door slightly ajar and he pushed it open a little
more.Cassandra writhed on the bed, one
hand between her legs and the other on her chest. He watched her come undone
and knew he could do it better. He wanted her to fall apart with his tongue
lapping at her juices, sucking and teasing her until she called out his name. He
quite liked the fantasy and missed her eyes opening, resting on him. Her scream
ripped through the air.
what did you expect? That she'd pull you into her arms and you could finally find
out what her lips taste like?
from his place in the doorway and pressed his hand across her mouth. "I
won't hurt you." The words left him in a rush but she fought against him.
"Cassandra, I don't intend to hurt you. Listen to me. Please listen to
me." She slowly stopped fighting but her eyes were wide, her breathing
fast. "I'm going to remove my hand. Don't scream or I'll be forced have to
put my hand over your mouth again."
For the first
time in his life, he didn't know what he was doing. The smell of her desire,
mixed with the vanilla perfume that seemed embedded into her skin, filled the
air and it was distracting as hell. "Trust me?"
It was asking a
lot and he knew it but she finally nodded. The impression of her lips against
his hand felt like a burn, as if the brief touch left a scar against his
"Please don't hurt me."
Her words made
him angry but not at her, he didn't want her to be scared of him. "I
already said I won't."
Cassandra moved away from him, turning to face
him. She nibbled at her bottom lip, her fingers twisted together. "What do