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Friday, April 6, 2012

Book Blitz Hunter Moon





Excerpt:

“Hey, have you heard
anything about—wait, what? The fuzz is after me?” I sifted through my recent
actions, but couldn’t remember doing anything illegal that would put a cop on
my tail. “Wait, you’re not talking about Tyler, are you?”



One of her husband’s
favorite pastimes was making me pull over without cause. I was always tempted
to pull a stunt like I was on Cops
and lead him in a high speed pursuit. But since I’d gotten out of a few
speeding tickets by dropping his name, I guess it was a wash.



“What, Tyler? No, I
wish he was this hot.” She leered. “The game warden stopped by about five
minutes ago asking all about the girl who lives on the Flint ranch.” She
waggled her eyebrows at me.



It was Jesse’s mission
in life to set me up with a man. It was the bane of her existence that I’d
sworn off cowboys. A cowboy hadn’t worked out too well for my mom, and that was
pretty much all there was around Raymond. It was probably the only lesson I’d
learned from my mother.



“I have to say, Matt
Albert wasn’t a fan of Mr. Warden asking about you.  Gave me one scary glare when I told the
hottie where you live.”



“Oh geez. You haven’t
told Matt I’d date him again did you? The guy’s dumber than a box of rocks!”



The Albert clan was
huge in Raymond. Half the population was related in some form or another, and
Matt had his eyes on me since grade school. I’d always chalked up his
infatuation with me to the fact we weren’t related. Kissing cousins were so Alabama.



Matt liked to get drunk
at the rodeo and pick fights. The one date I had gone with him I ended up with
four glasses of Coors on my shirt and a bruise on my cheek where the other guy had
elbowed me to get at Matt. That had been four years ago. He was either
tenacious to the extreme or stupid, and I leaned toward the latter.



“Of course not. Especially
if you’ve got Hunky McWarden in the wings!” I rolled my eyes at Jesse’s
outrageous nicknames. It was never a good sign when she waxed poetic.



“Why do you keep saying
that? I thought the game warden was an octogenarian?”






“Yeah, that was Bill
Freedman, and he retired last month. Officer
Hotstuff 
must be his replacement. Lucky for us! Lord knows we need an
infusion of new blood around here.” 



While that was
certainly true, I wasn’t in the mood to play ‘The Dating Game’ with Jesse. “Oh
quit it. I’d better get home if there’s a popo waiting for me. Wish me luck!”



I walked back to my
truck and looked down at Reggie.



“Sorry, I forgot your
hot dog. I guess I owe you one.”



He hopped in the back,
forgiving as always and off we went. I wondered why the warden would be looking
for me. I hadn’t hunted or fished in years, not since grandpa’s health went
downhill. I hoped one of my cows didn’t get out. That could be a nightmare if
it ruined property or someone hit it with a car. 





Great, that’s all I needed right now.


I saw the warden’s
forest green Silverado when I pulled in, but no sign of the warden himself
anywhere. I lowered the tailgate of the Blazer to let Reggie down and he took
off toward the barn. I trusted his instincts and followed him and found an
image I could use to warm the lonely, cold nights. On the trailer of alfalfa
was a 6’4’ Adonis. The man, or god, who I assumed was the warden, had his shirt
off while he was unloading hay. His fantastic shoulders were bare and rippling
as he unloaded bale after bale of hay. His biceps flexed as he squatted to pick
up another and bless him, I had a front row seat to his fantastic rear.



The warden couldn’t
have been any older than late twenties or early thirties, and his golden skin
just added to the Greek god effect he had going. Something stirred in me while
I watched him work, something I had never felt before. Pure unadulterated lust. I wanted that man more than anyone in my
whole life.



Irritated with my surging
libido, I tamped down my unwelcome feelings as much as I could. I definitely
didn’t need that kind of complication in my life right now. He bent over and
picked up another bale and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from
moaning. No man should look that
delicious.
I nodded my head in agreement with myself and continued to gawk.
His shoulders were nearly twice as wide as mine, and his broad chest narrowed
to flat, rippling abs and a trim waist.



In the ten minutes I
supposed he’d been there he had almost the whole trailer unloaded, and it
didn’t even look like he’d broken a sweat. If I’d unloaded that much I would
have been a puddle of exhausted goo. I stood there, staring at all his assets,
for a few minutes longer before I climbed on the trailer and started helping.



When I came up behind
him, he stopped working and stared at me. His nostrils flared wide, but he
didn’t seem surprised at my arrival. Unnerved a bit by his piercing gaze, I
picked up a bale. He just shrugged and resumed unloading, maintaining a silence
the whole time we worked. In between bales he brushed his dark brown hair off
his forehead to reveal two eyes the brilliant blue of sapphires.



He looked at me for a
moment, and then unloaded the last bale of alfalfa. I hopped off the trailer,
suddenly needing distance from his cobalt stare. Without the hay bales to
occupy my hands, they were itching to touch the ripples of all six of his abs. I
stared at the ground, shifting from foot to foot.



“Thanks. I really
appreciate the help. If I was by myself, this would have taken hours.” I handed
him his uniform shirt that was hanging off the side mirror of my truck and
glanced at the name tag. “Officer Newcomb.”



“It’s warden Newcomb,
but you can call me Cash.” He put his uniform back on and I couldn’t help
feeling a sense of loss. The fabric covered a spectacular chest with just a
judicial smattering of curly brown hair that drew together in a fuzzy line that
lead south. Talk about a happy trail.



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Hunter Moon


By Cait Lavender


Bawling cattle tore Shelby Flint from her bed. With lawyer fees to pay in her struggle to keep her ranch from the clutches of her greedy cousins, she couldn’t afford the loss of even one calf. When she sees a large wolf circling her cows, she aims and fires. While the wolf escapes, Shelby can’t seem to get away from her troubles when a marijuana grower sets up shop on her land, sabotaging her property and eventually coming after her.



Adding to that, a handsome game warden is poking his nose into her business and working his way underneath her skin. Shelby will have to fight harder than she ever fought before to keep from losing her heart and everything she ever loved.



Shelby Flint is a self-sufficient cowgirl and cattle rancher, but when a wolf goes after her calves, a man is murdered on her land and someone is sabotaging her property she can’t do it by herself any longer. In walks a handsome game warden, poking his nose in her business and working her way under her skin. Shelby will have to fight harder than she ever has before to keep from losing her heart and everything she ever loved.


About the Author:



Cait Lavender is a twenty five year old wife and stay at home mother of one in Central California. Living on a cattle ranch and raising her daughter doesn’t afford her much leisure time, but when she has a spare minute or two she loves riding horses, baking and reading everything she can get her hands on. She grew up loving the written word and creative writing and finally decided to work on her dream of becoming a published author.



She has a short story, Cowboy Moon, and a full-length novel, Hunter Moon, both available on Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. She’d love to hear from you on her Facebook author page, @caitlavender on Twitter or on her blog, http://www.caitlavender.com/

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