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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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lisa day
9/13/2012 09:25:58 am
Please note Reviews by Molley.. has changed web sitea review is on Amazon
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