About
the Book
Title:
Dixie Moon
Author:
Shirleen Davies
Dixie
Moon, Book Four, Redemption Mountain Historical Western Romance
Series
“The
author has a talent for bringing the historical west to life,
realistically and vividly, and doesn’t shy away from some of the
harder aspects of frontier life, even though it’s fiction.
Recommended to readers who like sweeping western historical romances
that are grounded with memorable, likeable characters and a strong
sense of place.”
Gabe Evans is a man of his word with strong
convictions and steadfast loyalty. As the sheriff of Splendor,
Montana, the ex-Union Colonel and oldest of four boys from an
affluent family, Gabe understands the meaning of responsibility. The
last thing he wants is another commitment—especially of the female
variety.
Until he meets Lena Campanel...
Lena’s past is one she intends to keep buried.
Overcoming a childhood of setbacks and obstacles, she and her friend,
Nick, have succeeded in creating a life of financial success and
devout loyalty to one another.
When an unexpected death leaves Gabe the sole heir
of a considerable estate, partnering with Nick and Lena is a
lucrative decision…forcing Gabe and Lena to work together. As
their desire grows, Lena refuses to let down her guard, vowing to
keep her past hidden—even from a perfect man like Gabe.
But secrets never stay buried…
When revealed, Gabe realizes Lena’s secrets are
deeper than he ever imagined. For a man of his character, deception
and lies of omission aren’t negotiable. Will he be able to forgive
the deceit? Or is the damage too great to ever repair?
Author
Bio
Shirleen Davies
writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She
grew up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and
has degrees from San Diego State University and the University of
Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small
and mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally
charged stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and
acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in
northern Arizona.
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Book
Excerpt
“I
hope I’m not too late.” Lena stopped behind Gabe’s chair,
ignoring the venomous look on Nick’s face.
No
one spoke as they took in the dress she’d chosen. Discarding her
usual clothing with full-length sleeves and conservative neckline,
she wore a bright green dress of silk, cut low in the front, with
capped sleeves and black lace, a black shawl draped over her back and
arms. The dress hugged every curve, leaving little to the
imagination. The deep red lipstick and rouge replaced the minimal
makeup she’d always preferred.
“Um…that’s
quite a pretty color on you, Lena.” Abby’s gaze shifted between
Lena, Nick, and Gabe, knowing Gabe hadn’t turned to see her attire.
“Why,
thank you. It’s a dress I’ve been wanting to wear for some time.”
Gabe’s
eyes narrowed as he shifted in his seat, and for the first time, saw
what everyone else already had.
“What
the hell?” He shot from his chair, taking her by the arm. The
muscles in his jaw tightened and his eyes flared as he took in her
outfit. He’d never seen her dress as one of the girls in the
saloon, and he sure as hell didn’t like others to see her like
this. “Do you want to tell me what you think you’re doing dressed
like that?” His low, controlled, deep drawl should have been a
warning of the inner turmoil about to explode.
Her
eyes widened as if in surprise. “You don’t like my dress, Gabe? I
borrowed it from Deborah. She mentioned it is a customer favorite.”
Smoothing the skirt with her hands, she looked up, resting her gaze
on Caroline. “Are you going to introduce me to your new lady, Gabe,
or should I do it myself?”
Tightening
his grip on her arm, he turned her toward the stairs. “Go ahead
without us. Lena and I need to talk,” he called over his shoulder
as he guided her out and up the stairs to her room. “Key.” He
held out his hand.
Lena
crossed her arms, refusing to do as he asked.
“Fine.” One
strong kick and the door broke loose, flying open and slamming
against the wall. “Inside.”
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