I don't know about you but I do love covers. That's what attracts me to a new book. The one I have today is not exception. I LOVE the cover!
Here's the Blurb:
Minnie Woodward lives a lie. After barely
surviving the Bear River Massacre she’s lived in the white world of her
guardian Mister Rawlins, her life debt keeping her tied there. The last thing
she needs is Roy’s attempts to gain her favor. Her fate’s sealed. She’s never
believed in hope, and not even Roy can make her start.
Roy Ornum saves Minnie every night in the
traveling Wild West show. The job he took to break his gambling habit brought
him a new addiction – her. He knows she doesn’t want to be rescued, but maybe
he does. She’s the key to a past he lost, one he wants to find again.
As the two grow closer old wounds are reopened
and their burgeoning trust is shattered. When lives hang in the balance of
their choices they’ll need to work together. Otherwise everything will be lost
before hope can be found.
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Excerpt:
Minnie couldn’t breathe,
couldn’t see anything but their linked fingers. A simple gesture, but one that
could get them in so much trouble if seen not only by the crowd, but by Mister
as well. Still, she couldn’t manage to pull away. All she wanted to do was stay
right there. Or maybe even take it further.
She let her fingers move
toward his and he did the same until their fingers laced together. Slowly she
turned her head.
His light amber eyes
twinkled, a smile lifting his cheeks until the corners of his eyes crinkled. “I
thought so.”
The crushing pressure on
her chest released, and the unfamiliar tension of a real smile pinched her
cheeks. The rest of the world no longer mattered now that she could stare into
the eyes of one of her own people. A giddy skip to her heart and she dared to
lean closer to him, dared to let the smile remain when she should have tried to
erase it. “I don’t know how it could be true. But yes, that’s what I called the
boy. Called you. You’re him, you are White Tail.”
“And now my dearest
charge, the young woman that’s like a daughter to me, will display her trust in
my skills.” The unfamiliar words of Mister ripped at the fleeting sense of
relief. His face held no hint of its usual patronizing smile when he
approached. “Won’t you, Minnie?”
Minnie couldn’t manage to
shove away the shock, she couldn’t even blink. Never had Mister used his
sharpshooter skills with her as a target. That action was reserved for people
he didn’t trust. She yanked her hand from Roy’s grasp, but she knew it was
already too late. A fleeting, desperate idea to plead her innocence emerged,
but she ignored it and pushed forward a smile as bright as she ever used for
her white woman act. She gave the Mister a nod, even as John pulled her toward
the post.
Carl came up moments
later with an apple. “Foolish child,” he whispered. “Just close your eyes so
you don’t see it, and don’t move. He’s using his long shot and one little move
could get you hit instead of the apple.”
She refused to show him
the fear threatening to rip her stomach right out of her body. Instead she
grabbed the apple with a small nod. “I understand.”
John moved behind her and
set his hands on her waist. He kicked at her ankles before pushing them apart.
“Wider stance helps you stay more still. Head straight. This is his warning, he
won’t hurt you yet. Trust that.”
The advice wasn’t
necessary, but she appreciated the gesture. After a moment she managed to
swallow down the thick lump in her throat. It would do no good to show them her
fear. “I’m not an idiot. Go before they think I’m scared.”
Despite her harsh words,
John squeezed her shoulder in reassurance. Then he and Carl were gone.
Mister stood far down the
street, the farthest distance he could shoot straight from what she could tell.
Though she’d seen him
take this shot many times, she’d never been on the receiving end.
Back straight, she lifted
the apple to her head. In her mind she imagined the fantastical yelling of the
Mister as he did before every shot. In reality she heard nothing but her own
heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Slowly she dropped her
hands to her sides, curling her skirt under her fingers. Despite her own
internal promise she wouldn’t close her eyes, she did just that.
Through the rush of her
heartbeat came the crack of the gun. Cool drops of apple and apple juices ran
down her nose.
More about Sarah Crass:
Sarah Cass’s world is regularly turned upside down
by her three special-needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers,
dabbling in horror, straight fiction, and urban fantasy. An ADD tendency leaves
her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting,
cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day,
knowing the battles are her crucible and though she may emerge scarred, she’s
also stronger. Now officially multi-published, she’s still working on bringing
new stories to fill out her year and your reading lists. While busy creating
worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active
online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw
glimpses into her life and art.
Where to find her:
Oh FAB cooer and the story has me more than intrigued. Nice.
ReplyDeleteLooks intriguing and I love the cover too.
ReplyDeleteWow I know what you mean!
ReplyDeleteps I nominated you for a Leibster award http://lovebooksblogbooks.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/leibster-award.html