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Sunday, March 10, 2019

GIVEAWAY: Wanted by Caren Gallimore


Champagne Books is hosting a giveaway for Wanted by Caren Gallimore! We're giving away one digital copy and one print copy (North America only for print version). Tell us in the comments why you love to read romance to be entered in the giveaway. Winners will be announced on this blog on the 15th of March. 

Read on for a blurb and excerpt!


In Wanted, a fearless ranch owner must reunite with the rugged outlaw who stole her heart but left her behind if she hopes to save her kidnapped son.



Blurb
Caitlyn Daniels didn’t plan to fall in love, least of all with an outlaw. Life was too exciting to waste it on domesticities.

However, when Dakota Cabe rode into town, she lost her heart to him. His reputation, which left most women in need of smelling salts, didn’t deter her; she saw the man beneath the tough fa├žade of a hard-hearted desperado. When the sheriff forced him out of town, she was devastated. She understood his reasons to protect her from bounty hunters, but she’d rather live on the run than without him. But he didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell him she was pregnant. Her pride wouldn’t allow her.

Eighteen months later, John Wakefield, a vindictive outlaw, kidnaps her son and her friend. Her pride was meaningless. She’d make a deal with the devil if that could change things.

Alone, but not without skills of her own, she rides out after John Wakefield and his gang.

In her desperate pursuit to rescue her son, she collides with Dakota, surprisingly on the same mission. She needs a man as cold, brutal, and cunning as the man who has her son; she needs Dakota Cabe. And she wasn’t too proud to beg if necessary, but she didn’t have to.

Former lovers, now daring desperados they put their past aside to save their son. Together they confront vicious outlaws; friends turned enemies and an unruly love neither of them can deny nor control.

Excerpt
Caitlyn prepared to make another dreaded excursion into town. She examined her small wardrobe and selected one of her few dresses.

“This is pure vanity.” She held the vivid coral dress under her chin and rolled her eyes at her image in the mirror. Batting her eyelashes for effect, she laughed. “No, now you look silly.”

A sigh slipped through her lips. “Though, talking to oneself may be worse.”

She tossed the dress to the bed. No point fighting herself. Her riding attire was practical for going into town, but perhaps a smaller revolver. A derringer? She snorted. It was unlikely she could hit a barn with that useless gun unless she was within two feet of the building.

Peering out the window, she spotted her father hard at work preparing the land for a new crop. Practical. Her mother had taught her proper etiquette, but her father had taught her to be practical.

Picking up her revolver, she tucked the gun into the back of her riding skirt. Easy to reach and not obtrusive. She gave herself another quick assessment in the mirror and nodded. It would do. She’d wasted enough time. The sooner she got to town, the quicker she’d be back to help with chores.

The ride into town she took at a comfortable clip, enjoying the fresh air against her face. Entering the town limits, she slowed to an unhurried pace, riding with both reins held high, just like a lady.

“Oh bother.” Mrs. Clark’s opinion of her wasn’t something she could change.

Caitlyn leaned over the withers of her horse and moved her foot from the stirrup to examine the old saddle cinch. It should have been fixed long before now.

“I’m sorry, Star.” She patted her horse and slowed even more as she entered the town limits and headed for the blacksmith shop then a thought struck her. For all she knew, she may be riding home bareback. A rush of giggles shot through her. Mrs. Clark’s hair would stand on end if she barreled out of town without a saddle. Caitlyn pressed a hand to her chest to stop another giggle but was unsuccessful.

“I hope I’m not your source of amusement.”

A man’s deep voice and unexpected appearance caused her to jerk and almost kick Star into a bolt. Her cheeks heated.

The strange cattleman from the roundup had caught her unaware and laughing.

“Sir, I can assure you that you are not in the least bit funny.” She straightened her posture and drew back her shoulders. Now she wished she had worn a dress and sat in a sidesaddle. Well, perhaps not a sidesaddle since the cinch was the primary reason for her trip.

“My apologies, ma’am. Good day.” He tipped his large Stetson. His cool, steel gray eyes fastened on hers, but a flicker of warmth sparked.

“Good day to you, sir.” Adjusting to a more ladylike stance, she assumed an aristocratic air. The end of her gun pinched her in the fanny, and she winced. She urged Star forward then realized she had passed her intended destination, the blacksmith shop. Her shoulders drooped.

Her obliviousness to her surroundings disturbed her. It was the man. He had distracted her with his-his…damn, it was the man himself. She brought Star to a halt and backed up.

She dipped her chin to the man leaning against the stable wall, his gaze still upon her, she added, “I was coming to the livery today.”

He smiled and pushed against the wall to stand straighter.

She flicked a spot of dust from her collar and waited.

“I see.”

“Actually, I had a late start.” Why on earth do I need to explain myself to this man?

“That can work against you.”

Oh, for the love of God, Caitlyn, do not say another word to him. “My saddle strap needs to be replaced.” With a slap, she placed one gloved hand across her mouth in case it continued to talk without her brain engaged.

His gaze broke from hers and traveled down to the saddle strap. “You’re lucky you made it this far.” He lifted his head and assessed her with a warm familiarity.

Shifting in her saddle, she inspected the thin, worn leather. Indeed it had been luck.

“Yes, but there were other things more pressing to tend to.” She dusted at an invisible spot on her saddle horn.

“Your safety should be the most pressing,” he said.

She had nothing to offer back. It was as clear to her as it had been to Mrs. Clark, she didn’t have a feminine bone in her body. “Oh, well, thank you. I think.” Why didn’t he move out of the way?

“I’m helping Sam today, while I wait for another roundup.”

“Sam?”

“Yes, the blacksmith.”

“Of course.” Sam. “Well then, I guess you’re the man I’m wanting.” Did she just say that? She stared straight at him and fought the heat smoldering at her collarbone.

“Yes, ma’am. I am.” He smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous inner fire. He stepped forward, took the reins from her hands, then walked her horse into the barn. “Name’s Dakota Cabe.”

“Caitlyn Daniels.”

He paused, gave her another quick inspection and resumed his lead.

She might as well be naked in the saddle, but she nodded.

Entering the livery, she started to dismount, but the leather strap gave way. She struggled to free herself from the bootstrap and keep her horse under control, but without the reins, she couldn’t.

“I got you,” Cabe replied.

He did, both Caitlyn and her saddle.

For a moment, she couldn’t react. Cabe’s strength alarmed and disoriented her. She’d never been this close to a man before, or this helpless to extract herself from an unexpected situation. His arm tightened around her waist, and he plucked her free from the startled horse.

“Shhh—easy girl,” he whispered to her mare. Removing a knife from his boot, he cut the remaining strap.

Star calmed immediately, and Caitlyn removed herself from the seat and his grip.

“Thank you, Mr. Cabe.” She adjusted her vest back into place to cover her gun.

“Of course, Miss… Or is it Mrs. Daniels?”

“Miss.”

“When will you be back for your horse and saddle?” Placing the seat on the wall of the stall, he faced her.

“I’ll need my horse before dark, and my saddle too if that gives you enough time. If not, I’ll come back tomorrow for my saddle.”

“Do you live far from town?”

A moment passed, she wondered at his question but didn’t answer.

He held her scrutiny. “Only wondering how’d you get home if I didn’t finish the saddle.”

“By horseback, Mr. Cabe.” Was the man dense?

“Without a saddle?”

Ah, so he wondered what kind of woman rides without a saddle. Mrs. Clark would have a quick response. Caitlyn took in a deep breath and let it out. It was pointless to pretend to be the lady she wasn’t.

“Yes. Bareback.” She raised her chin, waiting for his disapproval.

He smiled. “I thought so. I’ll have it ready.” He untied the small purse she had secured around her saddle horn and handed it to her.

She started to leave and peeked back at him. He was still smiling.


Good luck!

10 comments:

  1. I love Caren Gallimore's western romance. The character development is excellent. I came away feeling as if I had met each character in person! The romance between Caitlyn and Dakota combined with Elizabeth's pursuit of Dakota paired well with the outlaw excitement!

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  2. I don't normally read romance but Wanted is an exception. The characters are so vividly developed in the story, you feels as if you were transported back in time to the old west--feeling the dust and grit on your skin, smelling the leather in the livery, experiencing the tensions and deep emotions between Dakota and Caitlyn. As I read Wanted, I was there.

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  3. the best part was when Dakota came riding down the side of the mountain after he dynamited it. He looked the devil himself. He came to rescue his wife and their boy.Too hell with everybody else.
    Great book Care lol

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  4. I love romance because of all the feels!!! Thank you

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    1. Thank you, Linda. Romance is the heart of all good things. ;)

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  5. I don’t like westerns but this one really got me wound up. It’s all action from the first page to the last. You don’t know from one minute to the next what’s going to happen. A real nail biter.

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  6. I'm so glad you liked the action and that my book kept you engaged!

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  7. Hi all! Thanks for commenting! Linda Romer won the prize of a free digital or print (if in North America) copy of Wanted. Send an email to publisher@champagnebooks.com with your wishes and format.

    For everyone else who commented--it appears you've read Wanted (thank you!) so I'm offering you all a win of one free digital copy of any book on our website. Just email publisher@champagnebooks.com with your email, title and format (pdf, Kindle or epub). Thanks! Cassie

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  8. Excellent story great characters! Kept me up late because I couldn't put it down. This is a perfect summer beach read. Loved it!

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  9. Nice article as well as whole site.Thanks.

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