Today's special guest is Anne Glynn.A collector of vintage Barbies and
younger boyfriends, Anne currently resides in the American Southwest.
The truth is a little more complicated.
I'm Anne and my S.W.P. (Significant Writing Partner) is Glynn. Together, we
write as 'Anne Glynn'.
However, I am a collector of vintage
Barbies and I have, on occasion, collected the younger boyfriend. Not so much
these days.
ABOUT THE BOOK
She thought she’d met the man of her dreams. She couldn’t have
been more wrong.
His letters had won her heart. Leaving everything behind, Lisa
Hanlon is ready to start a new life in the West. Sheriff Donald Skroch is
attractive, influential, and eager to wed his mail-order bride. Shortly after
arriving in Tate City, Lisa discovers that he's also short-tempered, violent
and possessive…and she’s soon fleeing for California, desperate to escape the
man she’s promised to marry.
Arriving at a broken-down ranch in the middle of nowhere, Lisa is
only seeking a place to hide. She’s dismayed to discover a rugged drifter,
Pearce Folsom, in one of the outbuildings. Burdened with secrets of his own,
Pearce hides the truth of his past but not his attraction to Lisa. When he
steals a burning kiss during the middle of a midnight storm, Lisa knows this
handsome cowboy wants more from her than she is ready to give. She can’t truly
offer her heart until she is finally and forever free from Donald.
Then, one terrible day, a telegram arrives: FOUND YOU.
AN EXCERPT
On a different night, in a different
setting, Pearce would have enjoyed making the acquaintance of this appealing
stranger. She appeared to be exactly his kind of girl: beautiful, full of
spirit, and revealing more of herself to a stranger’s eyes than any proper
woman would rightly consider.
Apparently, she was also ready to
shoot him on sight. This was something new. In his past experiences, it had
usually taken a few weeks before the women he’d met had wanted him dead.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Alone out here, on a night like this? You’re more than a little foolish,
girl.”
“I’m twenty-five years old. I’m
hardly a girl!”
“You’re right about that.” Again, he
allowed himself the pleasure of viewing her. She was dark-haired, with brown
eyes and a pale complexion. Her frame was small but nicely proportioned. Noting
her attire, he realized his visitor had dressed modestly but the weather had
overcome her good intentions.
For the first time in his life,
Pearce felt grateful for an unexpected downpour.
The woman’s face colored under his gaze.
Seemingly aware of the blush coloring her cheeks, she frowned. Her jaw
tightening, she went from discomfited to angry in just a few seconds.
Having embarrassed and angered his
share of the female population, Pearce had met with this type of reaction before.
He said, “Aren’t you a firecracker.”
SPECIAL LINKS
Website: http://www.anneglynn.com/
Anne will be
awarding an eBook copy of The Runaway Mail-Order Bride to a randomly drawn
commenter in their choice of format at each stop during the tour.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
