Priscilla Widows of WIldcat Ridge

Priscilla, Widows of WIldcat Ridge Series, Book One
Author: Charlene Raddon
GENRE: Historical Romance (Western)

BLURB:

After losing her father and husband in a mine disaster, Priscilla Heartsel faces poverty and eviction from her home by a heartless mine owner. Tricked into a bank robbery gone wrong, Braxton Gamble finds himself shot and unconscious in Priscilla’s bed. Can they survive long enough to find a love more precious than gold?

Excerpt:
After the disaster, the women had acquired a school bell which they mounted on a pole in the center of town by the jail, with a long rope hanging down so anyone could ring out a warning if trouble showed up, like outlaws or Indians. But the bell was too far away, and her problem less serious than outlaws or Utes.

Or was it? She had no idea who might be in her room. The erratic footprints indicated the intruder was ill or injured. How dangerous could an injured man be?

A dash to her father’s room armed her with his army revolver from his desk. Her husband had taught her to shoot. If the intruder intended to ravage her, he would be disappointed. She’d shoot him before she’d allow that.

A cautious peek inside her room showed nothing, only half the space being visible from where she stood. Taking a deep breath, she slipped around the corner, gun held ready.

A strange man lay on her bed, face-down, asleep or unconscious. His boots, coat and shirt lay crumpled on the floor. A gun-belt encircled his hips, the gun beside his hand. Congealed blood pooled beneath him staining her coverlet. He appeared dead.

A scream rose to her throat. She swallowed it. One did not scream indoors.

She picked up his Walker-Colt six-shooter and deposited it in a drawer of the bedside table and slipped her father’s gun into her skirt pocket.

Standing back from the bed, she prodded him with a cold poker from the small stove in her room. “Mister? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t stir.

“Mister?” She stepped closer and poked him again, terrified he would jump up and grab her.

Nothing. Lord have mercy, she had a dead man in her bed!

She returned the poker to its place by the stove. A blanket. Or a sheet. She needed something to cover him with. A summer blanket from the trunk at the foot of her bed would suffice. As she laid it over him, he moaned.

He was alive!

Unconscious, but alive.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Charlene Raddon’s first serious attempt at writing fiction came in 1980 when a vivid dream drove her to drag out a typewriter and begin writing. Because of her love of romance novels and the Wild West, her primary genre is historical romance. Kensington Books originally published five of her novels. These were later released as eBooks by Tirgearr Publishing. Currently, Charlene is an Indie author with . She also designs book covers, specializing in western historical.

Website: https://charleneraddon.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/charleneb.b.raddon
Twitter: http://twitter.com/craddon
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Charlene-Raddon/e/B000APG1P8/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1232154.Charlene_Raddon

GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Charlene will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Rafflecopter Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f2792

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