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I was thrilled to be asked to take part in a panel of writers at the Bonham, Texas public library.
Thanks to the Celtic Heart Romance Writers for hosting me at a month-long online workshop.
I was honored to be named a Literary Luminary at the annual gala hosted by Excellence in Education for the Richardson Independent School District.
Drum gets TOP PICK from WRDF!
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Out-of-work reporter Mallory Aikins dreams of a Prince Charming who will whisk her away from her family’s poverty to his mansion on the hill. Instead she’s stranded in the tiny town of Sagebrush and watches her chance at a new start in Palm Springs evaporate in the New Mexico heat. But her reporter’s curiosity is piqued by sexy, mysterious, motorcycle-riding sheriff Drummond Wolfe. Mallory is determined to find out his secret, even if it threatens the passion that’s beginning to sizzle between them.
Heir to a Gulf Coast oil fortune, Drum wants nothing to do with his wealthy family or the annoying, infuriating, and captivating woman he rescued from the side of the road. He likes his quiet and peaceful life, but Mallory could turn his world upside down.
In the process of running away from who they are, they’re destined to run right into each other.
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In a move so swift, it could have been an illusion, he reached behind him, pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs, snapped one on Mallory’s wrist and the other to his belt loop, yanking her into his chest.
“Let me go!” she sputtered. She put her free hand against the leather of his jacket to steady herself. The chest beneath it was rock hard, immobile as the foothills beyond.
He’d outsmarted her, dammit! She kicked at his legs until he picked her up and deposited her on the seat of the motorcycle.
“Let me go!” she shrieked again. “You can’t kidnap me like this! I have to get to California!”
“Calm down, Miss Aikins,” he said above the roar of the bike as he revved it up. “This is for your own good. I can’t leave you out here all night. It isn’t safe.”
“Oh, and it’s safe with you? You-you . . . kidnapper!”
He turned around and, for the first time, took off his sunglasses. He folded them slowly and slipped them into his jacket pocket. His eyes never left her face.
They were green. Even in the dusk she knew she’d never seen such green eyes. Hungry, shrewd, aloof, emerald eyes. They seemed to see into the deepening shadows.
She was immediately silent and still, more worried about the fate of her psyche than her body. “You’ll find it’s safer with me, Miss Aikins, than the New Mexico desert at night.”
As Mallory felt the heat from his body radiate into hers and the throbbing of the engine as it revved to life, she knew nothing could be further from the truth. They roared off down the road, and she yelled into his ear, “I’ll have your badge for this, if you are a real sheriff. You can’t just drag me off like a common criminal.”
He hollered back over his shoulder, “Sure I can. You’re under arrest.”
“Under arrest?” she screamed. “For what?”
“Littering.”
“Littering? I didn’t litter!”
“Sure you did. You left that pile of junk back there on the side of the road.”
(C) 2009 Cindy Causey
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