Last
Chance Cowboys: The Drifter
by Anna
Schmidt
Series: Where
the Trail Ends, #1
Pubdate:
September 1st, 2015
ISBN: 9781492612964
Caught between a greedy
corporation and a desperate love of the land, Maria Porterfield barely has time
to mourn her father’s death. If her family is to survive, it’ll be up to her to
take charge—but she can’t do it alone. When a mysterious drifter rides into
town, the handsome cowboy seems like an answer to her prayers. But Chet isn’t
interested in settling down, no matter how tempting the offer…
Chet made his way West
looking for a fresh start—the last thing he wants is to get involved in someone
else’s fight. But something about Maria awakens a powerful need to protect the
fierce beauty at all costs. He never thought he’d find love, but as danger
presses in, he may find there’s more beyond the next horizon than just another
long and dusty trail.
An Excerpt:
The
rain started just after midnight. Maria was awakened by the plop of large
raindrops on the canvas of the tent. She lay very still, willing each plop to
bring more and more until there was a true downpour. When it happened, she
grinned, then laughed out loud and shook Trey. “Wake up,” she said. “It’s
finally raining.”
From outside the tent, she heard
first grumbles and then shouts of pure joy as the men came awake and realized
that they and their belongings were soaked. Trey sat up and rubbed his eyes
with his knuckles. Then, as he became aware of the sounds of the rain and the
men’s shouts, he grinned. “Can I go?” he asked.
“We both will,” Maria said,
tossing him his boots before pulling on hers. She lifted the flap and followed
Trey outside. In seconds, they were both drenched, and she had to laugh when
she saw Happy and Bunker and Slim dancing around what had been the campfire.
Even Roger was smiling, and when he saw her, he came to her at once and bowed.
“May I have this dance, Miss Maria?”
Deciding it was time to put aside
her irritation with Roger and his jealousy, she took hold of his hand as they
joined the cowboys circling the fire pit. She looked for Chet and saw him
standing off to the side, his face turned up to the sky and the balm of the
falling rain.
“Come on, Trey,” she called and
broke the circle to grasp her brother’s hand. Trey pulled Chet into the circle
as well.
“And promenade,” Bunker shouted
and began weaving his way along the circle, nodding to each man he passed until
he reached Maria. “And swing your partner,” he bellowed as he practically
lifted Maria off her feet and swung her around. She basked in the swirl of
faces spinning past and laughed. “Put me down, Seymour,” she ordered, but she
wasn’t serious. The truth was that she could have stayed that way all night—her
face pelted with rain, the air already beginning to cool, and the promise of
new growth on the range something she could practically taste.
Bunker set her on her feet and
instructed the others to bow to their partners as he was bowing to her, his
grizzly beard sopping wet. As she promenaded with Bunker down the line, she
felt a lightness and joy that she had not known in months. The rain and the
cadence the men kept to substitute for music made her feel as if just maybe
everything would be all right after all. These men were like family, and
together they would find their way.
“Change partners,” Bunker shouted
and spun her away and straight into the arms of Chet Hunter.
All at once, the world went
still.
He held her as if she were
something fragile and precious, and yet she could feel the warmth of his hand
spanning her waist and see the silhouette of his rock-solid muscles beneath the
soaked fabric of his shirt. He locked his gaze on her face—and as he guided her
through the dance, she found that she could not look away. No, it was more like
she did not want
to look away.
Then a flash of lightning lit the
night sky, spooking the horses, and as suddenly as the celebration had begun,
it was over. The men ran to calm the horses, leaving her standing next to the
dead campfire. But before he left her, Chet leaned in close and said, “Best
find cover, Miss Maria. Looks like this might be some storm.” He hooked an
errant curl behind her ear. “Go,” he said, and his voice was husky—intimate.
She did not move, not even when
he glanced back at her. She thought she saw the hint of a smile cross his lips,
but then he was lost in the blackness of the night. As she hurried back to the
tent she shared with Trey, she tried to remind herself that the moment they had
just shared was nothing more than a mutual celebration. Would he be any
different when he saw her? Of course not. Chet Hunter was a good and kind
man—who worked for her, who had made it clear that in time he would be moving
on.
She was the one who was going to
feel awkward when she saw him next. She was the one acting like a love struck
girl experiencing her first real crush. She was the one who could not seem to
think about anything except how his arm had felt when he danced with her and
how those lips had quirked into that half smile…and how very much she wondered
what it might be like to kiss the handsome drifter.
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Award-winning author Anna Schmidt delights in creating stories where her characters must wrestle with the challenges of their times. Critics have consistently praised Schmidt for her ability to seamlessly integrate actual events with her fictional characters to produce strong tales of hope and love in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. She resides in Wisconsin.
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This September the first in Anna Schmidt’s Where the Trail Ends series, Last Chance Cowboys: The Drifter, is being released! To celebrate, Anna’s here to play a quick game of “Would You Rather?” with us!
Would you rather have 1 wish granted today or 3 wishes granted 5 years from now?
Assuming it could be anything—one wish today. Live in the moment, folks.
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GIVEAWAY
Prize: 5 copies of Anna’s forthcoming release
Last Chance Cowboys: The Drifter
*ends on 9/20*
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