Hens Lay Eggs
food for thought
Hogtied by #HollyBargo
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nCowgirl meets biker … what could go wrong? n Available Onn |
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Excerpt
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n“No need. You all stay off my property,” the old man said. “I’m inclined to shoot every last one of you.”
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nHammer raised an eyebrow and his skepticism must have showed.
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n“Daddy was a sniper in the Gulf War,” Melanie explained with a saccharine smile. “And he taught Julie and me how to shoot, too.We can protect ourselves.”
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nHammer met her cool confidence with another small smile. “The three of you can’t protect the whole farm and your father knows it.”
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nHe turned around and walked to his motorcycle, his strides slow and sure. He’d be damned if he showed uneasiness in front of the old man and two girls. He’d faced worse in the Middle East and the Central and South American cesspits where drug cartels, terrorists, and revolutionaries were indistinguishable from one another.
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nMelanie watched the man’s slow swagger and admitted silently to herself that he filled out his jeans very, very nicely. She liked the breadth of his shoulders and the bulge of hard muscle beneath his tee shirt. Stick a sword in his hand and she’d cast him as Aragorn in a Lord of the Rings remake.
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n“He’s hot,” Julie whispered, echoing her sister’s thoughts.
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n“He’s trouble,” their father muttered.
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n“What do we do, Daddy?” Melanie asked as the man started his motorcycle and rode away.
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n“We wait.”
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Satin Boots by #HollyBargo
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nANGELS HIGH: A woman who makes her living by winning at a man’s game learns to expect trouble, especially when the stakes are high. But when trouble finds her this time, Angelica Durant gets more than she bargained for. n |
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Review
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nC. L. Draughon
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n5.0 out of 5 stars Strong female characters – great stories!
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nAs an editor I’ve edited literally hundreds of manuscripts. This author is one of the best writers I’ve ever worked with, and I mean that. I’ve had the pleasure of editing — I don’t know, I’ve lost count — but at least eight of her books. She can tell a story, and always manages to weave the character into such a believable, interesting situation that you find yourself wondering how they’ll extract themselves from it. Her writing is engrossing, and I hope you take the time to curl up with a cup of coffee or tea and read her books. I loved these stories.
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Six Short Western Romances
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nEnjoy these sweet, clean romances set in the American Old West: n |
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nExcerpt: Angels High
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nA woman who makes her living by winning at a man’s game learns to expect trouble, especially when the stakes are high. But when trouble finds her this time, Angelica Durant gets more than she bargained for.
nTwisting the end of his luxurious mustache, Albert Derringer looked at the woman who took a newly vacated seat at the table. She’d been sitting nearby, watching the play for the last hour. Setting both hands on the table, he leaned forward and said, “Ma’am, women ain’t allowed to gamble here.”
nThe woman leaned forward, displaying a hint of décolletage, just enough to pique a man’s interest and distract his thoughts, and said, “Show me where that’s written and I’ll leave.”
nAlbert couldn’t because the establishment had no such written code of conduct and admittance. The woman’s lips curled in a tiny smile of triumph. She opened her reticule and pulled out the money for her stake in the game. The four other men at the table looked at the gold coins with greedy interest.
n“Al, if she’s got the money, let her play,” Harold Everhart said as he rubbed his palms together. “We’ll be happy to win her money.”
n“I like the looks of her money and her face,” Chester MacAllister remarked with a curt nod. “Better’n looking at your ugly mugs, boys.”
nGood-natured laughter followed his comment.
n“Deal the lady in,” Jesse Cordoba said, his voice cool and haughty as befitted the son of a Spanish hidalgo and a Boston society debutante.
nThe fourth player, expression concealed behind a bushy black beard stained with tobacco and other substances, grunted and nodded, which the others inferred as assent.
nWith a sigh meant to convey unwilling obedience to the gamblers’ wishes, the dealer picked up a deck of cards.
n“If you don’t mind,” the woman said as she withdrew a brand new deck of cards from her handbag, “please use these. I’d hate to soil my new gloves on those filthy cards.”
nNot one man there could argue that the cards they had been playing with were dirty. They looked at her pristine white gloves and sighed with resignation.
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n“How do we know them cards ain’t marked?” Harold inquired with beady-eyed suspicion.
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nChester snorted at the idea that a woman, even one who cheated, could match wits and card playing skills with them.
nReaching across the table, she handed Harold the small cardboard box. In a soft southern drawl that hinted at beignets, strong coffee, and sweet spices from far off lands across the sea, she replied, “It hasn’t even been opened, sir. Please, do check it to verify. I have neither the desire nor the inclination to be dishonest with you fine gentlemen.”
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nHarold looked over the box, noting that the paper wrapper had not been disturbed. With a nod, he handed it to Jesse who examined it and passed it around the table until it returned to the woman who handed it to the dealer. Albert looked it over and, since the other players did not object to using the lady’s deck of cards, found nothing for complaint. He shrugged his shoulders and, with deft efficiency, broke the seal, unwrapped the fresh deck, and shuffled the cards.n
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Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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