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Wow Wow.... The Stepbrothers first review is in...Thank you- Mollie Reviews. "Lisa Day has REMARKABLE talent! " Here's where to read the rest. http://ow.ly/831mh The Excerpt: Piercing sounds reverberated across the station as metal wheels strained and scraped against the railroad tracks while the massive machine chugged slowly to its final stop. The noise of Engine number 134, built only a year earlier in 1867, was jarring. The engineer released the engine’s stream pressure which formed white clouds mixed with the black soot laden smoke the engine emitted. This only added to the picture as excited passengers rushed to disembark and others tried to climb aboard to take their places. No one paid attention to Clint Hawks leaning against the crates piled near the corner of the railway station's building, which was how he wanted it. Even with a good, healthy stare anyone would assume he was just another wrangler fresh in from the last cattle drive. “Geesh, he sure can pick 'em,” Clint mumbled under his breath. Straightening up, he spit and headed into the crowd. He walked toward a young woman who’d just disembarked the train and began walking down the station’s long wooden platform. She was occupied with jostling through the crowd as he came up behind her, picking up his pace and leaning around her to gain her attention. “Miss Culpepper?” he said. She stopped short and Clint mimicked her movement. Her nervousness showed as her eyes searched the crowd looking for a champion if needed. Finding none, she straightened her back and stared eye to eye with the stranger. “Yes? Do I know you?” “No ma'am. But I’d know you anywhere. The boss, I mean Mr. Keever, sent me to fetch ya.” He tipped his hat to the woman. “Oh? He’s not meeting me in Madison like he told me?” “Ah, no ma’am. His plans changed. Some’n ‘bout rustlers.” Clint’s gaze danced back and forth between her innocent looking eyes and the strands of reddish brown hair that had come loose from her hair restraints to blow freely in the breeze. A vision of innocence...stay focused. Pushing the wild strands of hair from her cheek for the third time, she asked, “Am I supposed to wait here then?” “Ah, no ma'am. I'm supposed to escort you to him.” Her nose lifted and she stood a bit taller. “Well ah, what did you say your name was?” “Sorry, ma'am. I didn’t.” He tipped his hat again with a slight bow.“It’s Clint ma'am, Clint Hawks.” “Well, Mr. Clint Hawks, my chaperone fell ill during the last meal stop and had to be taken to the doctor there. She’ll join me in a few days if able to. I came on alone since this would be the last stop before I reached Madison. I’m not sure if I should….” “Ma’am, you know the boss, he felt he could trust me with you. Don’t you think you should trust his judgment, too?” Clint cut her off and held his hat pitiful like against his belly. With his eyes pleading for her understanding he continued. “This is the west, who would protect you better from danger—your chaperone, or a man like me and my gun?” “Mr. Hawks, I see your point. My fiancé has my full trust. Shall we go?” Not too shabby for a day’s work. No chaperone to get rid of and now my dear stepbrother’s fiancé is clinging to my arm. You're a devious skunk Clint. He nodded and tipped his hat to the strangers passing by as if they were taking an afternoon stroll together. “Sorry, ma'am. I didn’t.” He tipped his hat again with a slight bow.“It’s Clint ma'am, Clint Hawks.” “Well, Mr. Clint Hawks, my chaperone fell ill during the last meal stop and had to be taken to the doctor there. She’ll join me in a few days if able to. I came on alone since this would be the last stop before I reached Madison. I’m not sure if I should….” “Ma’am, you know the boss, he felt he could trust me with you. Don’t you think you should trust his judgment, too?” Clint cut her off and held his hat pitiful like against his belly. With his eyes pleading for her understanding he continued. “This is the west, who would protect you better from danger—your chaperone, or a man like me and my gun?” “Mr. Hawks, I see your point. My fiancé has my full trust. Shall we go?” Not too shabby for a day’s work. No chaperone to get rid of and now my dear stepbrother’s fiancé is clinging to my arm. You're a devious skunk Clint. He nodded and tipped his hat to the strangers passing by as if they were taking an afternoon stroll together. ***Here's the to purchase links: allromancehttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thestepbrothers-615564-148.html B&N Nookhttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/stepbrothers-lisa-day/1106674658?ean=2940013311145&itm=3&usri=lisa%2bday Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-Day/e/B005W6EXGY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Have a super day. I know I am! Lisa The Excerpt: Piercing sounds reverberated across the station as metal wheels strained and scraped against the railroad tracks while the massive machine chugged slowly to its final stop. The noise of Engine number 134, built only a year earlier in 1867, was jarring. The engineer released the engine’s stream pressure which formed white clouds mixed with the black soot laden smoke the engine emitted. This only added to the picture as excited passengers rushed to disembark and others tried to climb aboard to take their places. No one paid attention to Clint Hawks leaning against the crates piled near the corner of the railway station's building, which was how he wanted it. Even with a good, healthy stare anyone would assume he was just another wrangler fresh in from the last cattle drive. “Geesh, he sure can pick 'em,” Clint mumbled under his breath. Straightening up, he spit and headed into the crowd. He walked toward a young woman who’d just disembarked the train and began walking down the station’s long wooden platform. She was occupied with jostling through the crowd as he came up behind her, picking up his pace and leaning around her to gain her attention. “Miss Culpepper?” he said. She stopped short and Clint mimicked her movement. Her nervousness showed as her eyes searched the crowd looking for a champion if needed. Finding none, she straightened her back and stared eye to eye with the stranger. “Yes? Do I know you?” “No ma'am. But I’d know you anywhere. The boss, I mean Mr. Keever, sent me to fetch ya.” He tipped his hat to the woman. “Oh? He’s not meeting me in Madison like he told me?” “Ah, no ma’am. His plans changed. Some’n ‘bout rustlers.” Clint’s gaze danced back and forth between her innocent looking eyes and the strands of reddish brown hair that had come loose from her hair restraints to blow freely in the breeze. A vision of innocence...stay focused. Pushing the wild strands of hair from her cheek for the third time, she asked, “Am I supposed to wait here then?” “Ah, no ma'am. I'm supposed to escort you to him.” Her nose lifted and she stood a bit taller. “Well ah, what did you say your name was?” “Sorry, ma'am. I didn’t.” He tipped his hat again with a slight bow.“It’s Clint ma'am, Clint Hawks.” “Well, Mr. Clint Hawks, my chaperone fell ill during the last meal stop and had to be taken to the doctor there. She’ll join me in a few days if able to. I came on alone since this would be the last stop before I reached Madison. I’m not sure if I should….” “Ma’am, you know the boss, he felt he could trust me with you. Don’t you think you should trust his judgment, too?” Clint cut her off and held his hat pitiful like against his belly. With his eyes pleading for her understanding he continued. “This is the west, who would protect you better from danger—your chaperone, or a man like me and my gun?” “Mr. Hawks, I see your point. My fiancé has my full trust. Shall we go?” Not too shabby for a day’s work. No chaperone to get rid of and now my dear stepbrother’s fiancé is clinging to my arm. You're a devious skunk Clint. He nodded and tipped his hat to the strangers passing by as if they were taking an afternoon stroll together. “Sorry, ma'am. I didn’t.” He tipped his hat again with a slight bow.“It’s Clint ma'am, Clint Hawks.” “Well, Mr. Clint Hawks, my chaperone fell ill during the last meal stop and had to be taken to the doctor there. She’ll join me in a few days if able to. I came on alone since this would be the last stop before I reached Madison. I’m not sure if I should….” “Ma’am, you know the boss, he felt he could trust me with you. Don’t you think you should trust his judgment, too?” Clint cut her off and held his hat pitiful like against his belly. With his eyes pleading for her understanding he continued. “This is the west, who would protect you better from danger—your chaperone, or a man like me and my gun?” “Mr. Hawks, I see your point. My fiancé has my full trust. Shall we go?” Not too shabby for a day’s work. No chaperone to get rid of and now my dear stepbrother’s fiancé is clinging to my arm. You're a devious skunk Clint. He nodded and tipped his hat to the strangers passing by as if they were taking an afternoon stroll together. *** I hope you enjoyed and will return for more. The Stepbrothers will be available to purchase on Oct 17th at Rebel Ink Press This is your new blog post. 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This is your new blog post. Click here and start typing, or drag in elements from the top bar. Ever have date go from bad to worse? Then you can understand Carl's problem. However, let's hope your's never turned this bad. Chapter 1 Only one person witnessed the scene. Strangers would have found the antics of the screaming man humorous. The man hopped up and down while his arms waved around wildly around him. Vile obscenities spilled forth from his lips. Lips that now firmed an ugly menacing sneer. It didn’t matter how Fred danced or how crude he spoke to the automobile, he’d been standing in front of, it refused to start. Marching back to the driver side Fred jerked opened the door and slid in behind the wheel and gave one last fist slam against the wheel. Pinched lips now white from the pain the action caused him radiated up his arm. Fred being in his own mind the ideal macho man remained silent for the sake of his audience. “Feel better now?” A soft feminine voice asked. The voice belonged to the only person watching the angry display. A deep groan emitted from him as Fred realized the last person on earth he could want to see him act as he did had done just that. Hoping to recover from what was turning into the worst date ever. Fred realized trying to salvage this day was a lost cause. “I don’t usually get so riled…It…It was that I was so disappointed to break down and ruin our time together.” The words rang false even to him Fred had not bothered to look at Carla when he spoke to her. This gave her the chance to roll her eyes and think. This date was in ruins the minute I broke down and said yes. Using her sweet voice Carla said, “No problem, things like this happen. Tomorrow we’ll be laughing about it.” Almost in a totally calm state, Fred retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and searched through his call list for the number of his motor club. Three @#$!’s later, he called his brother-in-law. “Ya, I didn’t mail the payment early enough. So, can you at least come get us? I’ll make arrangements for the car tomorrow.” Fred didn’t bother to hide the pleading tone on his voice. Carla’s eyes began to rolled back into her head again as her lips silently formed her own @#!, when she learned they would have a two hour wait. With nervous eyes she looked around. They were in the seedy part of town and the sun was slipping fast behind the mountains in the distant west. “Fred, maybe we need to walk up to that sign that’s flashing—food and eats. It might be safer.” Safer for you maybe. But what about my car. When he did speak to Carla he said. “Maybe you have a point and I am thirsty and could use something to drink.” At five thirty in the afternoon, Pete’s Bar & Grill was almost empty. Only one other couple sat inside. They were half hidden as they sat in the booth in the corner. They had no problem with the location because that is exactly how the couple wanted it. The center of the eating area contained four tables each with four chairs. The room was outlined with six booths. Booths that had seen their day. It was easy to tell. Gray duck tape covered more of the seats and back cushions then the original red vinyl. A dust ridden ceiling fan hung over the four tables and being off balance it made tic-tic sounds as the blades whirled around. Even with the ceiling ten foot high, not a few people ducked while taking their seats and a few less brave souls moved from the tables to a gray and red booths when they noticed not only the noise but the precariously wobbling unit spinning over head. “Sit here and I’ll get us a couple a drinks.” Fred said, leaving Carla to choose which side of the booth she’d prefer. She slid in on the side which put her facing the door. She turned and watched Fred lean against the bar as he talked with the man standing behind it. Carla realized the place was nothing more of an old run down local pub. A pub that seen it’s hay-day a long time ago. “Two colas please, Pete.” Fred ordered acting like he was a regular. “Name ain’t Pete. Pete was here two owners ago. Lucky Pete sold out and took off for Florida. Before anyone knew the new interstate would kill this part of town. Me, they call me Tots”The man behind the bar informed Fred. It was the disgusted sounding tone in the tired man’s voice that Fred sympathized with. “On second thought make that one cola and one large beer. What ever you have on tap.” Fred’s attention moved to the cockroach that crawled out from under the bar-mop placed at the end of the bar when he heard the man snicker. “Got no tap. Cans and bottles only.” The bartender quickly sizing the man in front of him up. Rushed on to say. “I got a local micro-brew and a man with your tastes should appreciate.” Tots turned and leaned into the cooler pulling up a long necked bottle. Popping the cap, he placed it on the counter in front of Fred. Tot’s smiling and friendly face forgot to tell Fred the beer he was about to drink was eight-fifty a bottle. He pulled his wallet out and heard Tots said, “Oh no, you can just run a tab.” “Gee thanks, Tots.” Mumbled from under Fred’s breath as he turned and searched out the booth Carla had chosen. The people inside the bar heard the noise as the motorcycle rumble came to a stop outside. The screen door squeaked as it was pulled open. “Here’s your cola. And can you believe it this dump carries micro-brews. I can really get into this.” Standing in such a way Fred blocked Carla’s view and she couldn’t see who entered. Once who ever had entered moved to the bar out of her sight. Not realizing Carla was as thirsty as Fred until the cold sweat covered glass in front of her called her name and demanded her immediate attention. The new comer was all but forgotten. With each swallow of the icy cold drink washing down her throat different emotions wash through her. The first was disgust. Disgust for her stupidity for agreeing to this date. Disgust for her own lack of courage in not saying no after lunch and agreeing to go for a drive to see the new county court house three counties away. Next week the town would be packed with tourists, thrill seekers, and news-people when the trial of the century would be taking place there. Thanks to a change of venue from a city in the southern part of the state. Gruesome murder trials drew the crowds from miles around. “Now, who cares about a stupid court house?” Carla muttered under her breath. Answering herself. “Not me, anymore.” “What? Carla.” “Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing.” She replied not even lifting her head up to look at him. All conversation stopped between them two drinks earlier. Now with him having consumed four beers he just glared at her as if everything was her fault. Carla passed the time by picking at her finger nail polish and she picked all but one finger free of the ice pink polish off. A worrisome look crossed her face realizing once the last finger was clean she have nothing to occupy her attention. Which meant she have to begin to talk to the man across the table from her. Movement from the booth with the couple in it caught her eye. Grabbing her purse and shimming out of the booth seat. The woman across the room stood and moved to the restroom. When she returned she gave Carla another thing to do besides talking to Fred. “Excuse me. I need to go power my nose.” She laughed thankfully that she found a reprieve from his person. Fred laughed because he knew nothing else to do. That’s when she saw him. Chapter 2.................. Another Time & Another Place is only .99cents on Smashwords* http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/11131 Thank you for coming. See you next time. *Since this is a self-published books warning is it not professionally edited.* Thank you for swinging by today. While your here how about adding yourself to the blog follow section on your right. Hope your enjoying the adventures of Emily. CHAPTER 2 The three men and a woman found the camp without any trouble. “Whoa there, Shorty, you be a sight for these here eyes thought you were dead n’ buried in Kansas,” Mac’s greeted the group riding in. “Well, Mac, you thought wrong. Jim sent us ahead and sent you a new girl. He’ll be here in the morn.” Shorty said. “Put her with the others, by the wagon. You men hungry?” Mac finished. “We sure are!” Jess spoke up. “Well, come on down we got plenty if you’re a bean eater.” They deposited her in the wagon with six other women. With large frightened eyes she watched and listened as the women talked around her. “You hungry?” The red-head, which seems more self-assured then the rest asked her. Emily only nodded in answer. “Clem, bring a large plate over here, this one looks half dead from hunger." The red-head ordered. Emily learned the red-head was named Red and the other girl next to her was named Pearl. The group had been forcibly taken from Vista. A small of town three days north of here. Pearl told her, “Mac, and his cohorts came in the night and rounded up every girl in the place. Then right in front of us shot Evans, the house owner. Shot him clear though the heart, and told us if they gave him or his men any trouble, there would be one less girl making the trip. No, one dared to defy him after that.” Since, they were already in the business, each one knew what this trip meant for them. However, Texas brothels and Mexican brothels were a world apart. Each one of them, had plans to see that their stay in Mexico was shorter than these culprits planned. Which left inexperienced, Emily without any knowledge of how one gets help to escape now or in the future. As the women talked, Emily listened and realized just how innocent she was about the nature of people this ruthless to woman-kind these man were. When Clem handed her the plate of beans knowing she would need strength, not one bean remained when she finished. With a stomach now full she felt braver and started looking around. Mac had only two others with him and the three that traveled with her made six men. What she couldn't’t figure out was why the small group of Indians gathered left of the second wagon were doing there. Apparently, if the girls stayed near they could move about, Emily decided to take advantage of the freedom. She knew to try to make a break now would be foolish with six men plus the Indians watching them all. The man they called Mac, not only looked vile he had a feral stench about him. She wasn't there half an hour when Emily heard a commotion and watched as Mac punched down one of his own man. Emily did not know the reason why for they were too far away to hear what they said, but whatever it was Mac must not have liked it, and he expressed his views with his fists. “Stay away from that one, he likes to hurt people,” Emily looked up hearing Red’s warning. “It’s rumored he cut a girl real bad once, when she refused to do what he wanted her to do.’’ The girl one in the blue dress who hadn't said anything before to Emily added to the warning. Red joined in saying, “Yeah, real shame too, the woman was a miner's wife who got himself shot, and she had two youngsters to feed. Ain’t no other way for a woman to make money in a camp except whoring. She just had been at it two days when that jackal came along. She didn’t know but one way to pleasure a man, and the way she knew didn’t suit him a’tal. So, he carved her up something awful. He don’t used his knife no more since he discovered his whip—just as mean though.” This was just too much information for her. Emily wasn’t even sure if she knew that was all involved in the one way they talked about, no less learned there were other ways too. She did not want to die, but knew she’d never make six months living that kind of life. **** Mac had brought out the whiskey and Jim’s men had taken their share and then some. As darkness closed in on the small group Jessie, Tex, and the other men went in search of a soft place to sleep the alcohol off. Mac yelled, “All right, ladies front and center. This is gonna be your lucky night.... Before you go please send a tweet to share with the world.Have good day.
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