Friday, December 15, 2017

Celebrating My New Release PLUS Pioneer Christmas Recipes

Pioneer women carried something very special with them across the plains—their family recipes.  These recipes reflected the settlers’ heritages from Scandinavian pioneers in Minnesota to French Basques in Nevada. So, frontier Christmas suppers also varied based on the heritage of the different pioneer families.
However, there were some general Christmas foods that appealed to everyone—such as current bread!

This currant bread recipe was brought over by settlers who crossed the Atlantic from Wales (my husband’s ancestry!) in 1856, where it was traditionally served at Christmas. Wild currants grew in some places and could have been dried to use in winter.

Currant Bread



Ingredients
1 yeast cake
1/4 cup lukewarm water
9 cups flour
2 cups shortening
1 pound raisins
1 pound dried currants
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup molasses
3 halves candied lemon peel, cut fine
1 tablespoon nutmeg
1 tablespoon salt
3 cups water
Soften yeast in 1/4 cup lukewarm water. Cut shortening into flour. Add remaining ingredients, including yeast mixture, except water. Mix thoroughly, then add enough warm water (about 3 cups) to make a soft but not sticky dough. Let rise overnight (about 7 hours), then form into 4 small loaves. Let rise again (about 2 hours) and bake at 300° F. for 1 1/2 hours.
Pie was another favorite frontier Christmas food. This pie filling and shell is from 10 Pioneer Recipes That Survived The Oregon Trail, https://homesteading.com/pioneer-recipes/
Swiss Apple Cherry Pie

Ingredients
    •      4 large apples
    •      6 tablespoons butter
    •      2 1/2 cups pitted sour pie cherries, fresh or canned
    •      1 cup sugar
    •      2 tablespoons flour
    •      2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
    •      1/2 teaspoon grated nutmeg
 Pare, core, and slice the apples. Melt 2 tablespoons butter and brush on the bottom of pastry shell. Arrange a layer of apples on bottom of pastry shell. Mix dry ingredients and sprinkle portion over the layer of apples. Arrange a layer of red cherries, then sprinkle with some of the dry ingredients; then a layer of apples and dry ingredients; a layer of cherries and dry ingredients; and end with the layer of apples. Top with dots of remaining butter. After top crust is added to pie, rub crust with cream or evaporated milk and sprinkle with the mixture of 1/2 teaspoon sugar and 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon. Bake at 425° F. for 30 to 40 minutes.
To make the pie shell
Ingredients
    •      2 1/2 cups sifted flour
    •      1/2 teaspoon salt
    •      1 cup lard or shortening
    •      1 egg, beaten
    •      1 tablespoon vinegar
    •      Cold water
Cut shortening into flour and salt. Beat egg lightly in a 1 1/2-cup measure; add vinegar and fill the cup with cold water. Add just enough liquid to the dry ingredients to hold the dough together—about 4 tablespoons—set aside the rest of the liquid for the next batch of pastry. Roll it out into the pastry and use as desired. Makes two 9-inch pie shells.
I’d love to hear your results if you try either of these recipes. You may comment on this post below!
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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Guest Author Sable Hunter

Kingston Ramsay needs a good woman, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
Building a life in the wild west can get mighty lonely for a man who has vowed to never fall in love again.
Lonely days. Lonely nights. Lonely bed.
Lucky for him, he has friends who are determined to help him out. While King agrees to hire a housekeeper, his compadres decide he deserves more - a beautiful wife, ready and able to fill those lonely hours with all the excitement he can handle.
Not telling King about his surprise…might have been a mistake, for when Fancy arrives, she isn’t exactly what they bargained for when they arranged for a mail-order bride for their friend.
Half-starved and homeless, Fancy Grace is ecstatic for a chance at a family of her own. In her estimation, Kingston Ramsay, the man who has chosen her, is the epitome of perfection. She can’t believe her good fortune and is determined to make him the happiest of men…until she learns the truth.
Kingston didn’t choose her, he thinks she is there to make his bed, not warm it.
Determined to make the best of her bad situation, Fancy sets out to prove she can be exactly what King needs. She might not be a beauty, but she has plenty to offer the right man. Sparks fly in this battle of the sexes when these two strong-willed individuals clash. King is forced to reevaluate his definition of perfect when he learns a valuable truth - sometimes true beauty can only be discerned when looking through the eyes of love.
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Hotter than Hell Yeah!, Sable Hunter’s Wild West is a series where cowboys are king, yet their women can bring them to their knees. Full of adventure and heart-tugging emotion, these books have enough sensual heat to start a Texas wildfire. Holding out for a hero? Look no further, meet seven men you’ll never forget: King, Boone, Clay, Gentry, Domino, Jericho, Reno, and Joss.

  
EXCERPT

… “If you’ll just go away, I’ll make sure you get a nice juicy steak. I’ll bring it out here to you myself.” She whacked the cougar’s paw again. Fancy got the feeling that she was no more than a toy. Not a challenge, just something to amuse the monster. She was tiring, though, and the cat seemed to exert very little effort into the game. He had her trapped like a rat and was in no hurry for his next meal. “Do we have a deal?”
The cougar’s roar made her jump, and she took it as a resounding ‘no’. The albino animal didn’t seem in the mood to make a bargain. Fancy had always heard when a person faces death that the events of their life passes before their eyes. She was glad that did not seem to be case with her. The life she’d led didn’t bear reviewing, much less repeating. No, she didn’t think about what had gone before, she grieved over what would never be. Of course, she had no assurance that the rest of her life would be any better than what had gone before, but if she were alive, she had hope.
At the moment, unfortunately, her situation seemed pretty hopeless.

      … As King’s horse picked its way down the canyon path, he kept his eyes peeled. There’d been nothing by the river. What was the likelihood that she’d traveled into this winding maze? He was just about to turn around when he heard it – the ear-splitting scream of a cougar. He reined in his horse and looked all around. Sound traveled in the canyon, echoes bounced over the tall, stone walls. It was hard to tell from which way the noise was coming from. His heart started pounding with the realization that Fancy could be in danger.
When the next swipe came a little closer, Fancy knew it was over. This wouldn’t go on very much longer. The cat wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she. There was really only one foregone conclusion. Shutting her eyes, she just waited…
“Fancy! Fancy! Can you hear me?”
Her eyes blinked open. “King! King! I’m here! I’m here!”
The cougar reacted to her exclamation, lashing out. In her excitement, she’d moved just close enough that his sharp claws caught her arm, ripping her skin.
When King heard her answering cry, an ocean of gratitude swamped him. He was so weak with relief, he swayed in the saddle. Urging his horse forward, he went further into the canyon. “Talk to me, Fancy! Where are you?”
Grabbing her arm, she plastered herself against the back wall. Suddenly, she wanted to live very, very badly. “King! I’m in a cave! Here!”
Hearing her voice once more, he pinpointed her location. Jumping from the horse, he winced when the full weight of his body landed on his leg. Grabbing his horse by the mane, he steadied himself and pulled his gun. Climbing up the side of the cliff, he made his way to a narrow opening, where he thought her voice and the cat’s roar came from. “Fancy! Keep talking!”
Tears ran down Fancy’s cheek as she let herself believe she was going to be rescued. “Here, King! There’s a cougar! Be careful!” Making eye contact with the cougar, she warned him. “You’d better run. Kingston Ramsay’s coming after me.”
Nearing the entrance to the cave, he lifted his gun in the air and fired off a shot.
Hearing the gunfire, the cougar sprang back and bounded from the cave, almost on top of King.
Outside, King jumped back, dropping his rifle, amazed at the sight of the unusual, but deadly animal.
“Fancy!”
Weak from fright, Fancy held on to the wall as she made her way out of the cave. The sun was still high in the sky and she blinked her eyes, trying to see King’s beloved face. “You came!” she spoke in abject wonder.
“Yes, I came,” he said, stepping forward to sweep her up in his arms. “Are you hurt?”
“Just a scratch,” she whispered. “And my ankle, I twisted it, but not too bad. I can walk.”
“Let me see.”
She removed her hand from where the cat clawed her. “My new dress is ruined.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
He looked at the place. “Not too deep. We’ll clean it and when Domino returns from town, he’ll fix you right up.”
“Let me wrap it.” She went to bend over. “I’ll just tear a strip of material off my shift.”
“Nope, you’re not using your new shift.” King pulled his shirt hem from his pants and proceeded to rip a strip off it.”
Fancy gasped. “You shouldn’t have, King!”
“Nonsense.” He worked to wrap the cloth around her arm, kissing her soft skin just above the wound.
Fancy shivered. “Careful, I might get blood on you.” The fact that he was holding her was too wonderful to process. Part of her mind wanted to think this amazing rescue was another of her daydreams. Very possibly, she was still in the cave and the cougar was inching closer.
“I don’t give a damn.” Taking her in his arms, he sought out her mouth with his, covering her lips and kissing her with complete abandon.
When his mouth slid from her lips to her neck, she cupped the side of his beautiful face. “Are you real?”
“I’m a jackass, but I’m real.” He kissed her again for good measure. “I’m so sorry, Fancy. So damn sorry.”
If this is what happened when she got cornered by a cougar, Fancy planned on putting the big cat on retainer.


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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Sing Along

The things I end up researching, just to be sure I’ve got something correct and the rabbit holes I vanish down on the Internet while researching. Last week, while researching for my current WIP (work in progress), it was whether or not terrycloth was manufactured in the mid to late 1870s. Yep, it was. Still can’t find a definitive answer as to why it was called “terrycloth” but that will have to be another rabbit hole I scamper down on another day.

While also looking for information for the WIP, I needed to find out which Christmas carols would have been sung at this time. I admit, I liked diving into that rabbit hole. It smelled like pine trees. There were little lights everywhere. And, people were happy. (Okay, so that was my imagination at work.) 

Some of the carols I could guess were around in the late 1870s. However, I don’t like to guess when including historical information so I had to verify my guesses. Carols such as “The First Noel”, “It Came Upon A Midnight Clear”, “O Come All Ye Faithful”, “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen” (and, no the comma is not in the wrong place), “The Holly and The Ivy” were all popular during this time. So also is my favorite traditional Christmas carol—“What Child Is This?” I’ve always been perversely amused that my favorite carol is set to the tune of a “crying in your beer” drinking song.

I did learn that in 1867, a book was printed for Christmas carolers entitled Christmas Carols New and Old. This book was reprinted in 1871 with a whole new list of songs and again in 1878 with all new carols. The 1867 and 1871 editions were combined into one. Carols we all probably know very well were included in these books. Many of the carols I love to sing have been around long enough to be used, if necessary in my WIP.

And, yes, there will be a midnight Christmas Eve scene in the WIP. I spent the better part of an hour writing, deleting, rewriting, deleting again, writing AGAIN to get the details correct of this small country church bathed in the muted flickering glow of candle-light, scented with freshly cut pine boughs, while the snow softly falls outside. (I think I just described a Thomas Kinkade painting.)


I also discovered something about the hero in this WIP. Try as he might, he can’t carry a tune in a bucket.

I will leave you with this version of “What Child Is This?” and wish you happiness, peace, and joy. May the blessings of this season be upon you and with you.

What Child is this who, laid to rest

On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?
            This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

2. Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

3. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.


Friday, December 8, 2017

Just Me at Christmas

Hello all!

Normally I like to drop into this blog with fun facts about the wild west or about my books because those are a few of my favorite things, lol, but I thought this blog day, for a change of pace, I would just share a little bit about myself. I am at present living in Goose Creek, South Carolina with my fiance and our six kids. Some days I can forget how hectic it is to have six kids because I am doing my best just to keep up with the day to day rush. Around the holidays, however, I get sappy and nostalgic. Standing back and looking at my mantel this year I got all teary eyed. My kids are not babies and are getting ready to head off into the world.


It is the little things like this, seeing their stockings all lined up in a row, knowing how grown they are getting. No matter how old they get though, we will always hang a stocking on the mantle for each of them, and one day, for their children. As a girl I always looked at all the twinkling lights around the neighborhood in awe and wonder. While we didn't always put up lights ourselves, my mom made sure we rode by the yards where they went all out for decoration.


This year we were able to put up an Olaf bigger than the car in my front yard! Every day I wait to see the faces of the kids as they walk by and feel proud when they say, "Look, it's Olaf!" Now that we have our own house, I have decided that I will never have another fake tree. We go out and find the fattest tree that smells the most like pine. Taking the time out with my kids to hang each ornament or pass the string of lights around the tree, the real time we spend together at this activity, makes me feel proud and blessed.


I guess it is true. The older you get, the less you look for material gifts. I find as the holidays approach, my real joy comes in spending time with my kids. Watching my fiance put up the lights outside. Trying out new receipts on my friends and neighbors. The focus of the holiday for me is the joy this time of year can bring, and I love it. So if I celebrate Christmas for two months, please don't be mad, lol. Lord knows this world can simply use a little more holiday cheer.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Christmas Short Stories

The Christmas season is upon us. I love this time of year when the house is decorated and excitement fills the air. I can’t say I welcome snow on the ground, except for Christmas Day. Nor do I like the feeling of being rushed. I’m sure some of you feel the same, so I invite you to escape the mayhem and indulge in some 'Me Time’. Curl up on the sofa and transport yourself into the old west with one of my short Christmas stories.

Christmas Miracles: With a winter storm threatening to blanket the land in snow, James Landry boards a train to Denver two days before his Christmas Eve wedding to Tess Weston, despite her misgivings that the storm will hinder his return trip home. But James has to go to the big city to replace the worthless ring he mistakenly bought for her with a band of real gold, and assures her nothing, not even snow, will keep him from arriving at the altar on time. But James doesn't count on finding himself stuck in knee-deep drifts, with a Colt .45 staring him in the face.

Tess has had an eerie feeling that something bad is going to happen to James since the moment he told her of his trip. With fat, flakes of snow falling steadily from the sky, images flicker in her mind of him stranded in a hotel room, or on a cold train car. But for some reason, the snow piling up outside her window doesn't lend weight to her fear that James is in grave danger. Determined to help him, Tess sets out on a course to find him, only to have one obstacle after another deter her from reaching him.  

Christmas Hearts: After spending two years in Wyoming, Cade Weston is eager to return to his family’s ranch to celebrate the Christmas holiday. But fate intervenes in the form of a tortured soul—Nicole. Her guardian has abused her, leaving Cade with little choice but to pay for her freedom and take her with him. Holed up with her in a Denver hotel, a feeling hints he wants more from her than a thank you for having helped her. Problem is she doesn’t return the feeling.

Nicole Lamar has spent the past six months dreaming of freedom. Savannah, with its warmth and sunshine, beckons. Now that Cade has rescued her from an evil proprietor, that freedom is within reach. But when the handsome cowboy proves he’s the owner of a Christmas Heart, a life without him suddenly isn’t so desirable. Before she can approach him about the matter, he purchases a ticket for her on an eastbound train. And one for himself on a southbound train.

Christmas Wishes: U.S. Marshall Chance McBride has spent weeks tracking Steve ‘Smarty’ Jones. Ambushed and wounded by the outlaw, Chance is forced to seek help at a nearby school. But the teacher isn’t what he imagined. Instead of a male wearing trousers, a female takes charge of his care. Bright blue eyes and soft curves; Tabitha’s sassy nature awakens a deep-seated loneliness only she and a Christmas wish can soothe.

Tabitha Weston has never favored anything girlie. She’d rather saddle-break wild horses than bat her eyelashes and flirt with a man. But one glimpse into Chance’s molasses-colored eyes and Tabitha’s abhorrence to relationships is suddenly corralled by her need to win the lawman’s favor. Can a wish upon Christmas snow for him to trade the freedom of the trail for a home with her actually come true? She’s about to find out.    

Each of these stories can be found at www.amazon.com/author/julie

Merry Christmas to you and your families and all the best to you in 2018! Julie

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

On the Second Day of Christmas...

by Shanna Hatfield

Tulips were blooming, the grass lush and green, and apple blossoms lent the most delicious scent to the air when I was invited to participate in a secret, exciting Christmas series.

Twelve authors joined together to write a series of historical mail-order bride romances that used the 12 Days of Christmas song as a theme.

My story, The Dove, focuses on the second day of Christmas. 

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  Bewitched, beguiled, and in over his head… 

 Culver Daniels spent years cultivating a peaceful, orderly existence with his blacksmith shop and livery business. Then the pastor of Noelle lands upon a crazy scheme to save the town by sending for a bunch of mail-order brides. Despite his determination to remain single, Culver finds himself among those agreeing to wed. The moment he meets the beautiful gypsy woman he’s promised to marry, he realizes life will never be the same. 

 Widow Kezia Mirga has no desire to marry again. Yet, for the sake of her most cherished treasure, she decides to wed a man in a remote Colorado mining town. She arrives to find nothing as she expected, the town in a state of turmoil, and her intended far more handsome and charming than she imagined. Dare she dream of a future with the burly blacksmith, or should she escape back to Denver before she loses her heart? 

 Will true love triumph over secrets and surprises in this sweet holiday romance?
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His gaze traveled from Mrs. Boonesbury to the woman behind her. “And your name, Miss?”

A slight blush dusted the woman’s cheeks with pink as she lifted chocolate-colored eyes to his.  Culver had always been quite partial to chocolate. He could quickly grow accustomed to staring into eyes that held such mesmerizing flecks of amber light among their glossy depths. 

When she didn’t respond, he took a step closer, but Mrs. Boonesbury subtly shifted to block him from the stunning woman. Culver moved to the right and so did the gypsy’s self-appointed guard. He shifted to the left, as did Mrs. Boonesbury. A few more steps back and forth and Culver decided the old woman was not only a fair dancer, but also the most irritating person he’d encountered in a long while.  He couldn’t fathom a single reason why she’d prevent him from getting any closer to the gypsy woman, but she undoubtedly planned to do so. 

Defeated, at least temporarily, Culver looked again to the dark-haired woman. “Miss? What’s your name? Who are you to marry?”

“You, Mr. Daniels,” she said in a soft, alluring voice that melted Culver’s insides and turned his brain to mush. “I’m Kezia Mirga, but my friends call me Zee.” 

“You’re even more beautiful than I dreamed, Miss Mirga,” Culver said, shocked to discover his tongue joined the rebellion his heart and feet previously staged against his good sense.

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Twelve men. Twelve brides. Twelve days to save a town.
Christmas, 1876: Noelle, Colorado is in danger of becoming a ghost town if the railroad decides to bypass the mountaintop mining community. Determined to prove their town is thriving, twelve men commit to ordering brides before the railroad’s deadline six days into the New Year.
Each of the twelve women has her own reason for signing up to become a mail-order bride. But after they arrive in the uncivilized settlement, they aren’t so sure they’ve made the right decision. Neither are the grooms.
Will the marriages happen in time to save Noelle? The countdown starts on Christmas Day.
The Twelve Days of Christmas Mail-Order Brides, written by twelve bestselling authors, put a new twist on an old song in this heartwarming historical romance series with stories ranging from sweet to sensual.
The Partridge by Kit Morgan – A clever man’s plan becomes a matchmaking disaster…and the countdown begins to save the town of Noelle. Releasing December 1.
The Dove by Shanna Hatfield – A bewitching gypsy and a beguiled blacksmith tangle over a hidden treasure…with only eleven days left to save the town. Releasing December 2.
The Hens by Merry Farmer – A wandering woman finds exactly who she was looking for, but not who she was expecting… with only ten days left to save the town. Releasing December 3.
The Calling Birds by Jacqui Nelson – A wanted woman’s flight, a man in pursuit of honesty not stolen gold… and only nine days left to save the town. Releasing December 4.
The Gold Ring by Caroline Lee – A dangerous masquerade and a twist of fate put Noelle’s future at risk…with only eight days left to save the town. Releasing December 5.
The Goose by Peggy L. Henderson – A woman on the run, a man who doesn’t want to be caught—it’s one wild goose chase…with only seven days left to save the town. Releasing December 6.
The Swan by Piper Huguley – A beautiful woman with secrets comes to Noelle to confront a powerful person with the truth…and only six days left to save the town. Releasing December 7.
The Maid by Rachel Wesson – A convicted murderer, a young maid on the run…and five days left to save the town. Releasing December 8.
The Dancing Lady by Mimi Milan
– A desirous diner owner and a disguised dancer waltz their way to love… with only four days left to save the town. Releasing December 9.
The Lord by Danica Favorite – An assayer and a ladies maid, each living a lie. Will the truth ruin everything…with only three days left to save the town. Releasing December 10.
The Piper by Amanda McIntyre
– A determined matchmaker, a stubborn mountain man…and only two days left to save the town! Releasing December 11.
The Drum by E.E. Burke – A bad luck bride, an exploding disaster…can Noelle be saved in just one day? Releasing December 12.
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After spending her formative years on a farm in Eastern Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes.

When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
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Monday, December 4, 2017

Sedona And Treats For My Readers

By Kristy McCaffrey

As 2017 comes to a close, I want to thank each every one of my dear readers, many of whom I've come to know on social media, for such a fantastic year. It has honestly been the best of my career and I owe it to you all. (I wanted to celebrate so keep scrolling for a chance to win a few treats!!) I also must extend my warmest of gratitude to my fellow authors for their mutual support and good humor this year, as well as writing entertaining stories that I've truly enjoyed reading. Writing is such a solitary endeavor that these friendships have literally been a lifesaver for me.

Over Thanksgiving I finally had a chance to hike in Sedona, Arizona. Despite being a native, this was something I'd never gotten around to doing. And it was fantastic!! I highly recommend and hope to get back for more treks next year. Here's a few photos from Cathedral Rock.

The trail begins fairly flat. (Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

But it soon becomes steep. This is my daughter Hannah.
(Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

View to the east. (From Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

View from the saddle to the west. (From Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

My daughter, Hannah, and I near the saddle. (Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

In the distance (on the precipice) are my nephew, his wife,
and my daughter. They were too brave for me.
(Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

The hike down. (Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

Here I am admiring the amazing red rocks.
(Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona)

After our hike, we headed to lunch at
Tlaquepaque, a popular shopping area in the heart
of Sedona. We found a bakery
that sold these cute cactus sugar cookies.

And now for the treats!!

If you're familiar with my Wings of the West series, then I wanted to let you know about a BRAND NEW Christmas short story featuring Molly and her sister Emma (Matt and Nathan also make an appearance). This is available exclusively to my newsletter subscribers. (The email for current subscribers went out on December 1 so check your inbox or spam folders.)



Christmas Eve 1878

Molly Hart Ryan and her sister, Emma Blackmore, return to the abandoned Hart Ranch to visit the gravesites of their folks. While confronting the past revives a deep heartache and sadness that has long been buried, it also offers an unexpected gift.


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In addition, you'll receive the short novella SONG OF THE WREN, also not available anywhere else. (I recommend that you read THE WREN before grabbing these freebies.) THE WREN is permafree at all ebook outlets.


Two years after THE WREN, Matt Ryan finds more than rustlers when his cattle begin disappearing. Forced to confront an enemy he thought long gone, he must ready for a fight, but he’s never faced a battlefield like this before, and only his wife, Molly, can save him this time.

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I'm giving away 2 complete print sets of the Wings of the West series (all 5 novels). To be eligible, send an email to kristy@kristymccaffrey.com with CONTEST in the memo line. Winners must be U.S. residents (I'm not excluding international winners, but a comparable digital prize will be substituted -- either ebooks or giftcards). Contest closes December 7. Winners will be notified December 8.



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I've got an awesome Amazon giveaway happening right now that you don't want to miss!! Enter for a chance to win 1 of 4 sherpa blanket throws decorated with dog bones. To be eligible, you must 'follow' me at Amazon. All that means is that when I have a new release, you'll receive an email notifying you.




Click HERE to enter. You must be a U.S. resident.

Winners will be chosen December 7 ~ you'll receive your prize right on time for Christmas.


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And finally, since my standalone novel INTO THE LAND OF SHADOWS is only available at Amazon, I'm offering for the month of December autographed print copies for only $5 (this includes S&H). For those readers on Nook, iBooks, Kobo and Google Play, here's a chance to get this story at a great price. Email me at kristy@kristymccaffrey.com to make arrangements.



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I wish you all the merriest of holidays and a bright 2018!!

God Bless,

Kristy