Friday, March 8, 2013

Dreams of Gold

Please join me in welcoming author Linda Carroll-Bradd. Linda, thanks for being today's guest blogger. Like a lot of readers,. I enjoy a good Western romance!

Thanks, Linda, for hosting me today. On Tuesday of this week, my western romance novella, Dreams of Gold (published by The Wild Rose Press), went free on Kindle. I’m proud to say it made a quick rise to the top and by Wednesday morning was #88 in the free Kindle store and #2 on the western romance list. Hopefully, readers here might be interested in the story and grab their own copy.

FREE through March 9th:

BLURB:  1871, Wyoming Territory

Easterner Ciara Morrissey travels west to honor a sacred promise to her mother and locate her fortune-seeking father. Three years of acting as caretaker to her grandparents and mother until their deaths has created a thirst in Ciara to see what the wide world has to offer.

Sheriff Quinn Riley has been tracking the Irish charlatan who swindled half the population of Bull City, Wyoming. He’s determined to stick close to the opinionated woman who arrived on the runaway stagecoach. Within only a few hours, easterner Ciara Morrissey upsets the townspeople by making inquires about his prime suspect. He’s duty-bound to keep her safe, even when being close to the green-eyed beauty sets off a stampede in his heart.


More evidence she was a stranger to the wild circumstances of the western frontier. Anticipation of organizing the chase flitted through him. “Did they use names? Or speak to their horses?” At her head shake, he fought back the urgency rising in his chest. “Anything that might provide a clue?”

“We heard shots, and Mr. McGinnis shouted for us to do what we were told. A man rode up to the window on each side, demanding our money and jewels.” A dainty shoulder lifted in a shrug. “That’s when Miss Fairchild screamed her virtue was about to be stolen and swooned, landing in my lap.” Green eyes danced, and a high-pitched giggle escaped. “Frankly, I doubt the robbers planned on lifting anyone’s skirts.” Eyes widening, she clapped a hand over her mouth and shook her head.

Damn. Quinn had seen witnesses suddenly realize the danger they’d been in and that’s when hysterics set in. Lord, he could not abide a crying woman. “Did you notice any detail about their saddles or markings on their faces that stood out?”

Her brows scrunched low, and she squared her shoulders, pulling her jacket snug across her breasts. “I feared for my very life, sir, and you think I should have noticed their saddles?” She inhaled deeply, and then her whole body stilled. “Yes, I do remember something about the saddles.”

He watched the movement of her chest—in particular, how the buttons strained their closures. The rhythm of his heartbeat kicked up and a bead of sweat trickled on his forehead. Lifting his gaze to her face, he leaned forward, forcing himself to concentrate on what she might share. “What’s that?”

“Each man sat in one.” Her body rigid, she raised the mug to her lips and waited, an eyebrow arched high.

Below are ways to stay in touch with Linda who writes for Prism Book Group, Still Moments Publishing, and The Wild Rose Press.

How to connect with Linda Carroll-Bradd online:



Email: l.carrollbraddATgmailDOTcom


Thanks for visiting Flights of Fancy.

Linda McLaughlin


Linda McLaughlin said...

LOL, Ciara is certainly a green horn! The sheriff is going to have his hands full protecting her!

Linda McLaughlin said...

Woo hoo, Dreams of Gold has hit #1 on Kindle's Romance Westerns list! Congratulations, Linda.

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