I love seeing a new book out by one of my favorite authors, Peggy, L. Henderson. This one is called AIN'T NO ANGEL. Gorgeous cover, don't you think? I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but I'm looking forward to it. Here's a blurb to give you an idea what the book is about, followed by an excerpt.
Delaney Goodman has been running from her painful past all her life. Dreams of working with horses have long been replaced with the reality of doing anything to make ends meet. About to hit rock bottom, she accepts a stranger’s proposition, even if it sounds too good to be true. She figures she has nothing, not even her dignity, to lose. She awakens in an unfamiliar setting - and century - and quickly discovers that she will need more than her charm to complete the task assigned to her.
On the surface, Tyler Monroe has everything going for him - good looks, the respect of his friends and neighbors, and a thriving horse ranch. However, his past holds deep wounds with thick emotional scars. When a brazen, beautiful woman arrives in town, Tyler makes an impulsive decision that will cause him to question everything he knows.
Tyler is unlike any man Laney has ever met. Laney is exactly the kind of woman Tyler wants to avoid. As the attraction between them grows, questions arise that stretch the boundaries of trust for both. The secrets that threaten to tear them apart could be exactly what Tyler and Laney need to bring them together.
Women will deceive you, son. His father’s voice droned in his head. What if Laney was different? There was a certain innocence, a charm, about her that he’d never perceived in any female. She was obviously quite taken with the horses, unlike his mother, who didn’t seem to care for them. Laney even said she missed being around them, which was an odd thing to say. His lips curved in a slow smile. Her clumsiness, and the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment set her apart from any of the women at the saloon.
What if he was rushing to judgment? What if—
What the hell?
Pots and pans clanked loudly from outside. Someone rang the dinner bell incessantly, and a gun fired. Men whooped and hollered loudly.
Tyler cursed just as loud, and bolted from his bed. Damn his men! He grabbed for his britches lying on the ground and yanked them on. The noise outside seemed to grow in intensity with every passing second. Ignoring it might be a wiser thing to do, but his first reaction was to storm out there and give his crew a piece of his mind. He reached for his rifle that was propped in a corner of the room, and pulled open his door.
Tyler stormed down the hall and to the front door, ripping it open. The whoops and cheers that greeted him increased. Clenching his jaw, Tyler pointed the rifle at the rabble rousers. Not only were his hired men standing outside, but also several of his friends and neighbors. To his surprise, Ian Frazier was among them as well, beating a metal dipper against a rusty old pan like an Indian beating his drum at a pow wow.
“How’s the weddin’ night, Ty?” Gabe shouted, shaking a cowbell.
“Morning starts early, folks. Go home,” Tyler shouted over the racket
He wasn’t surprised at the antics of his crew and neighbors. Shivarees were a common tradition at weddings, to disrupt a newly married couple’s wedding night. It was all done in good fun. His hadn’t been a real wedding, however, and he sure as hell wasn’t spending his first married night with his wife.
Annoyance shot though him. He expected no less from Gabe and his crew. They all enjoyed a good laugh, had all played pranks on each other at one time or another. Gabe’s latest prank on him, however, making that bet and ordering him a wife, had gone a little too far. Too far, because try as he might, he couldn’t get Laney out of his mind, and in less than a day she had wormed her way securely under his skin. Despite the fact that she might be—
The whoops and shouts increased, and some men whistled loudly. Gabe’s jaw nearly dropped to his knees. Tyler frowned. What the hell were they all gaping at? A floorboard creaked behind him, and the scent of an unknown flower drifted to his nose. Tyler stiffened. He turned his head slowly, and his pulse increased.
“Tyler? Come back to bed. Ignore them.” Laney’s soft, sensuous voice drifted out of the darkness of the house. Not a second later, she came up next to him, and wrapped her hands around his arm holding the rifle. Tyler stared. He cursed under his breath.
In the silver light from the moon overhead, her eyes glistened seductively at him. His gut clenched when her soft body pressed up against his side. What the hell was she wearing? Tyler recognized his own shirt. The sleeves were much too long, and she’d left enough buttons open at the top to reveal plenty of her cleavage.
Tyler swallowed as his gaze drifted lower. He immediately pushed her behind him and took a step in front of her. Laney’s legs and feet were bare. The only thing covering her was his shirt that reached barely to her knees.
“What the hell are you doing, woman?” he hissed, ignoring the rude catcalls from the crowd. Tyler stepped back, bumping into her, and slammed his front door shut. Loud cheers erupted from the people outside, and someone shot off their gun. The clanging of metal and cowbells continued, but the loud drumming of his pulse in his ears drowned out all the other sounds.
Peggy L Henderson
I never thought I'd be a writer, much less publish a book some day. I always wanted to be a veterinarian. I guess life just had other plans for me. When my husband and I decided to start a family, vet school pretty much went out the window. I used to work with a vet who had three children while going through vet school. To this day, she is my hero.
I live with my husband and two teenage sons in southern California. I have a Welsh pony and a miniature horse (down-sized from a barn of six horses). A crazy Labrador retriever who is a food vacuum, three cats, two parakeets, four bearded dragons (my compromise with my sons when they wanted a snake), and a small flock of chickens complete our menagerie of critters. I can’t imagine my life without my animals. My dream is to live in Montana some day.
Four years ago, I began writing a story that, for whatever reason, was stuck in my head for almost a year. I have been an avid romance reader for a long time, and the idea took hold to - why not? - write my own! What a simple idea, right?
It has been a long and difficult journey from my first sentence to a completed, and hopefully polished, manuscript. Today, I have a completed series of 5 books and a novella in what I called The Yellowstone Romance Series, two books in my new Second Chances Time Travel Romance Series, and I am currently working on the final book in a trilogy set in the Grand Tetons.
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