My Christmas antho will be released shortly, and I gotta think it’s going to be a pretty perfect stocking stuffer for those readers on your list. So go check it twice. I love “Canyon”…an outlaw with a good heart. What would be better than a handsome hottie who treasures the memory of his gramma and had no place else to go when an underage outlaw gang took him in years ago?
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Christmas for Ransom by Tanya Hanson
Blurb:
Outlaw "Canyon" Jack Ransom grows a conscience after thieving horseflesh from a sweet old lady who reminds him of his own gram-maw. The deathbed promises he made to his gram-maw to live a good life and learn to read haunt him.
He hires Eliza Willows, a beautiful schoolmarm, to get himself some learnin'. It turns out she's the old lady's granddaughter and believing the handsome cowboy is a "tracker", Eliza hires him to find Granny's missing horses.
Ransom has to decide… run away or run straight into her arms.
Excerpt:
Damnation. Roasted wild turkey and apple pie. He held his breath, not because he was a thief rustling horseflesh right under a rancher’s nose but against the delicious scents. Hell. Thanksgiving dinner.
Through the dining room window of the Stony Brook Ranch house, he squinted at wranglers and ‘hands slicked up as fine as Sunday, holding fancy silverware like sticks of dynamite ready to explode. He rubbed his grumbling belly to shut it up. The window was open just a half-inch, but vigilance was a mighty good habit.
A female in blue, likely young from the slim straight set of her shoulders, sat at the big table with her back to him. In the lamplight, hair of a healthy brown gleamed across her back in waves that brought to mind another woman from way back when. His groin tightened in recollection, but he shoved away any inkling of desire.
He had a job to do.
Besides which, it had been his idea to hit up the ranches of Potter County smack dab while folks distracted themselves with their holiday feasts. But when the old woman at the head of the table caught his eye, he started like he’d just seen a lawman.
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/lawmen-and-outlaws-christmas-anthology-p-4297.html?zenid=5cdf303abbccf7112d052fbd1ff5c6ad
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