BLOG TOUR: The Devil’s Own Desperado

Hello bloggers! Today we’re participating in a blog tour for The Devil’s Own Desperado by Lynda Cox (a Western romance!).

Here is the cover and book blurb, along with a few great reviews!


 

He’s everything she fears…

Wounded gunfighter Colt Evans stumbles onto a remote homestead never expecting to find compassion. But beautiful Amelia McCollister is like no other woman. Suddenly, his dream of settling down with a wife and home is within reach–but only if his past never comes gunning for him.

She’s everything he dreams of…

Amelia had to grow up fast after outlaws murdered her parents, leaving her to raise her siblings alone. With a young brother who idolizes shootists, she dreads having a notorious gunman in her home. But as Colt slowly recovers, he reveals a caring nature under his tough exterior that Amelia can’t resist.

Just when Colt starts to believe he can leave the gunfighter life behind, his past returns, bringing danger to them all. Can a shootist ever hang up his hardware? Or will their dreams disappear in the smoke of a desperado’s gun?


Reviews:

“The Devil’s Own Desperado by Lynda Cox is the fastest read that had me lost in an entire weekend. To say Cox knows how to write historical western romance is an understatement. I found the dialogue exceptional, the way she described every scene vivid and I must applaud Ms. Cox for creating such a western classic.” Rites of Romance Romance Reviews (http://rorreviews.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/the-devils-own-desperado/)

“It is a sweet romance…” Night Owl Romance (http://romance.nightowlreviews.com/v5/reviews/barb-reviews-the-devils-own-desperado-by-lynda-j-cox)


And here is the exclusive excerpt from the book!

“I’m not asking you to stay, Colt.” She lowered her gaze to the table. “And I’m not even asking you to kiss me again, because you probably don’t want to. I know I’m not pretty.”

Silence reigned in the cabin for the space of a heartbeat. With one finger, Colt tilted her head. “Don’t you ever say that again.”

“I’m sorry, but I just wanted you to…”

He pressed a finger over her lips, stilling her words. He shook his head, amazement and awe lining his lean features. “Don’t you ever again say you’re not pretty. Not where I can hear it. As to wanting to kiss you…Amy, I have been wanting to do a whole hell of a lot more than just kiss you.” Colt brushed the back of his hand along her jaw, and curled his fingers around her neck.

Amelia stepped closer as he pulled her to him. His thumb lightly rose along her jaw, tilting up her face. The butterflies had returned, fluttering into her breast. Her heart raced and her hands trembled. A shock of hair fell across his forehead. With trembling fingers, she pushed it back onto his head. It felt like the most natural thing she had ever done. She trailed her fingertips down the side of his face, tracing the strength of his jaw. Sunlight slanted into the small cabin through the still-open door, bathing Colt in the long rays of the setting sun. Amelia couldn’t breathe for the tenderness and awe in his expression. His eyes told her that she was something to be treasured, something beautiful, and fine. This was a totally new sensation, heady and exhilarating, and her throat tightened.

Colt shook his head. “This isn’t right, Amy.” His voice was rough.

Her heart felt as if it was being squeezed. He didn’t want to kiss her again, despite what he’d said. Tears stung her eyes. As if he read her thoughts, he pulled her into his embrace, and stroked her back. “It’s not right. You deserve so much more than a few stolen hours. It shouldn’t have to be this way for you.”

Amelia slipped her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek to the width of his good shoulder. “If all we have…”

“No. I want more than a few hours, Amy. I want to know that maybe those dreams I gave up aren’t gone forever. I’m tired of constantly looking over my shoulder. I’m so damn tired of surviving. And you are worth so much more than that. You don’t deserve that kind of life, and you don’t deserve a man who can’t be committed completely to you because he’s always looking over his shoulder.”


 

Congrats Lynda J. Cox on your new book, and thanks to The Book Nymph for allowing us to participate in this blog tour. If you want more info on the author, here are her social media links and bio:

www.facebook.com/LyndaJCox

 

http://lyndajcox.blogspot.com

 

https://twitter.com/#!/LyndaCox

 

lyndajcox.com

 

BIO:

Lynda J. Cox will tell anyone who will listen that she was born at least one hundred and fifty years too late, and most definitely in the wrong part of the country. Her heart has always belonged to cowboys, the wide open spaces, horses, and Lassie. She grew up on a steady diet of cowboy movies, syndicated Westerns, and Lassie. All of those influences play a role in her life now. She writes western historical romance and raises and shows collies. She holds a master’s degree in English with a concentration in creative writing from Indiana State University after earning her BA from the same university as a non-traditional student. (Think being old enough to be mom to 90% of the students in her freshman cadre.) She’s kept busy with two spoiled rotten house cats, a 30 plus year old Arabian gelding who has been nicknamed “Lazarus” for his ability in the later years of his life to escape death, and quite a few champion collies. When she isn’t writing, she can be found on the road, travelling to the next dog show. She loves to chat about books, the writing life, and the insanity which is called a “dog show” and can be reached through her Facebook page at www.facebook.com/LyndaJCox.

 

BUY THE BOOK HERE!

Hope you enjoyed today’s tour post, and look out for our newest What’s Going On meme/post.

-S&S

 

 

 

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