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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Cassie's Awakening by Brigit Aine


Title: Cassie’s Awakening
Release Date: March 7, 2010
Author: Brigit Aine
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Publisher: Eternal Press
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Genre: Erotic Paranormal


Blurb:
He obviously doesn’t want her…so how can she be his mate?

Cassie’s talent is dampening the emotions of others. This has been a very useful way of keeping peace around her, but has proven harmful in learning about passion and love. After all, none of the men she has ever dated have been able to profess or show the true depth of their feelings.

Jared is happy for Ethan and Red, but he doesn’t want a mate of his own, no matter what his inner wolf might say. Unfortunately, every time he sees the beautiful Cassie, he knows his wolf is winning the battle.

Will Cassie and Jared discover that a powerful force can overcome even a talent? As their path unfolds, a stranger arrives in Torrent; is this a sign of trouble on its way?



Welcome Brigit Aine it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Cassie’s Awakening 


What is Cassie’s Awakening all about?
He obviously doesn’t want her…so how can she be his mate?

Cassie’s talent is dampening the emotions of others. This has been a very useful way of keeping peace around her, but has proven harmful in learning about passion and love. After all, none of the men she has ever dated have been able to profess or show the true depth of their feelings.
 


What was your inspiration?
This is the second book in a series called Torrent’s Talents.  I wanted to continue off the first book (free read at http://sensualtreats.webs.com/freetreats.htm) which was a take on the fairytale Little Red Riding Hood.  When I wrote that one I created this town of Torrent where anyone with a talent was welcome.  I wanted to explore talents that are not common.  So when I thought about someone who could dampen the emotions of others I became intrigued and here we are.

Why erotic paranormal? What’s the draw?
Gosh… what isn’t to love about those things that seem to be outside the normal everyday life.  I read nothing but paranormal.  The erotic was almost a mistake.  It just seemed to happen as the story wrote itself. But vampires, werewolves, those who do not fall within what we would imagine as part of the everyday life, that is the big draw.  Faeries, Gods, demons, and those with powers beyond what we see…I love to imagine that stuff. 


As you know it’s March and time to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Are you a pub crawler?
Not so much.  Sorry.  But I am Irish…does that count? 


Green beer?
If I find some I’ll try it.  After all I recently ate green eggs and ham for Dr. Suess day. 


I’m really into genealogy and have traced several lines of my family back to Ireland. How ‘bout you—got any Irish in you?
½ Irish... red hair and all :D  The other ½ is German.

I heard on TV that one of the most germy places in the world is the Blarney Stone. Knowing that, would you still kiss it?
I think I do on a daily basis…LOL.  If it meant that I could continue my story telling and imagining those things that others don’t see, absolutely!


Have you ever thought of going to Ireland? If so, what would be on your itinerary?
Oh gosh…I have.  I just want to rent a little cottage that overlooks a knoll and write.  I don’t have an itinerary… I want to be left alone with the locals to immerse myself. 


Thank you so much for joining me today, but before we go, do you have anything else you’d like to let the readers in on?
I have a free read over at http://sensualtreats.webs.com/freetreats.htm It's the first book in the series.  I'm waiting to hear from two different publishers on books that I have out with them, so hopefully news soon.  Watch for me over at Coffee Time Authors.  I will have dates there soon for a blog and contest.  Not set up yet, but coming!


EXCERPT:




“I repeat. What did you think you were doing?” Cassie asked, with more bravado than she was feeling. She had never felt anything like the pulsating emotions emanating from Jared. It seemed to overwhelm all her senses and she was struggling with just getting breath in and out of her lungs. She looked up at him and found herself face to face with eyes that were so intense she could see nothing but them. There was a slight glow that fascinated her; she had never seen eyes like this before, incredibly deep with a special inner light.

“Don’t ever touch Kraig again or let him touch you,” Jared growled from deep in his chest. He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check. When Kraig had kissed Cassie it was all he could do to not rip the pup’s head off. She didn’t know anything about being his mate, or even what it entailed, but Jared did and he was having trouble controlling the wolf because of it. He had barely managed to control changing, and he certainly wasn’t going to stop the rush of jealousy and anger at his mate being touched by another man. Not just a man, but another werewolf. And with that acceptance, he quit thinking and did what his wolf wanted. He kissed her. 
 

Friday, March 19, 2010

Soul Seduction by Charisma Knight


Title: Soul Seduction
Release Date: March 2010
Authors: Charisma Knight
Author Website
Publisher: Eirelander Publishing
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Genre: Interracial, Erotic, Paranormal, Romance


Blurb
Patience is a virtue—especially if you’re waiting for your soul mate’s rebirth.
Vampire Angelus Cronen loved, lusted for and inevitably lost his true soul mate over two centuries ago. She was the beautiful slave, Vivienne, who set his body on fire and branded her name on his soul. He was told to have patience during the long years that separated him from her resurrection. His lust only grew to have her in his arms again. His dark soul's deepest desire was to bring her spirit once more under his control.
 First, he has to conquer the dark side of his spirit, the beast within who can and will destroy his soul mate with the least provocation.
Seduction can lead him to a love meant to last an eternity or cause him to murder her.




Welcome Charisma, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Soul Seduction  



What is Soul Seduction all about?
Two hundred-sixty year old vampire, Angelus Cronen seeks to rekindle eternal love with his lost soul mate, Veronique. He’s watched her from the shadows since her birth, ultimately discovering she is a high priced escort, sending him into a furious rage…
Angelus must also battle with his alter ego, summoning an insurmountable amount of strength to protect his soul mate…


What was your inspiration? 
A mixture of forbidden interracial love sprinkled with a dash of the paranormal from Eighteenth Century New Orleans my great aunts used to tell us about in the form of stories. Most often, these stories didn’t end in a HEA. 


Why Paranormal? What’s the draw?
I’ve always been intrigued with anything regarding the paranormal world. I especially love my vampires.



As you know it’s March and time to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Are you a pub crawler?
Not now, used to be. ; )



Green beer? 
Love it!



I’m really into genealogy and have traced several lines of my family back to Ireland. How ‘bout you—got any Irish in you?
LOL, I really could take this answer in another direction, but I’ll behave myself. No, I don’t have any Irish in me.
 

I heard on TV that one of the most germy places in the world is the Blarney Stone. Knowing that, would you still kiss it?
Hell no.



Have you ever been to Ireland? 
No, I haven’t, but I will in the future. 



Have you ever thought of going to Ireland? If so, what would be on your itinerary?
I would travel all over. I’m interested in staying at one of the bed and breakfast places. 


Thank you so much for joining me today, but before we go, do you have anything else you’d like to let the readers in on? 
Readers can enjoy my free reads at http://charismaknight.blogspot.com, and http://charismaknight.webs.com

Wolf’s Obsession Parts 1-3
Still of the Night - This is a titillating BDSM tale of a woman who experiences steamy trysts with her vampire lover, who is one of the oldest, darkest, most dangerous vampire elders around….
Spiritwalker
Forever Yours 



I definitely plan to hold a few contests in the near future. Prizes will be sterling silver jewelry from Silpada, a free copy of one of my books, and items to pamper yourself with from Mary Kay.


WIPs include a short novella of Spiritwalker and a vampire Viking trilogy.
Gargoyle Trilogy
My own mythological gods and goddesses.


I’m even working on a dark werewolf novella where my heroine, a five hundred year old shifter werewolf is cursed to live among the humans. She must protect them while stifling the urge to gorge herself on human flesh and blood. 

Friday, March 12, 2010

My Love Eternal (The Dark Kiss Trilogy) by Liz Strange

Title: My Love Eternal, Book 1 The Dark Kiss Trilogy
Release Date: E-book- March 15, 2010 (print July 1, 2010)
Authors: Liz Strange
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Publisher: Lyrical Press Inc.
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Genre: Paranormal Romance/Vampire


Blurb: Blood, sex and Eternal Life. What more could a girl ask for? 


Welcome Liz, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
My Love Eternal is the first book in my paranormal romance series. 


What is My Love Eternal all about?
My Love Eternal is about a woman named Rachel who happens to find the love of her life-only problem is he’s been dead for 300 years. Add to that a powerful group called Desmarais, who have a vendetta against Giovanni and all vampire-kind in general, and Rachel finds herself in quite the predicament. The books moves toward a violent showdown, but the outcome will have quite the twist for the reader! 


What was your inspiration?
I have a deep fascination with vampires. I love books, movies, folklore, anything I can get my hands on. I did try to stick to the traditional aspects, with my own little quirks.


Why paranormal romance? What’s the draw?
I think we all enjoy an escape from regular, everyday life, and paranormal stories offer that to the reader. And we all like a bad boy- and vamps are the ultimate baddies!


As you know it’s March and time to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Are you a pub crawler?
Not really, but when I do go out I always have a good time! Maybe I’ll try to get out and have a beer or two this year.

Green beer?
Haven’t tried it, but I never say never. 


I’m really into genealogy and have traced several lines of my family back to Ireland. How ‘bout you—got any Irish in you?
I most likely do. My last name –Strange- is actually of Scottish heritage, but I’m sure some lines have been crossed here and there. 


I heard on TV that one of the most germy places in the world is the Blarney Stone. Knowing that, would you still kiss it?
Absolutely.


Have you ever thought of going to Ireland? If so, what would be on your itinerary?
I’d love to visit the whole of the UK. I’m big on historical sites-if there’s some ruins to see, just point the way.


Thank you so much for joining me today, but before we go, do you have anything else you’d like to let the readers in on? 

Please stay in touch through my website, or my Facebook Fanpage for upcoming giveaways and other information about the books. I’d love for readers to email me, I always enjoy reader comments and feedback.



Thanks so much for talking with me and I hope you enjoy the book! 


Excerpt from My Love Eternal:

He looked back to my solemn face. “We shouldn’t feed here.” 
“I don’t want to feed yet,” I said. “I want you.” 
With smooth, feline grace he came to the bed, his coat dropping to the floor. Slowly he removed his clothing until he was standing completely naked before me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and licked along his bare stomach. His hands found my arms, and he gently raised me to my feet. Slowly, teasingly he removed my clothing, kissing me deeply between each item. By the time I was undressed I was shaking with need. I throbbed with the desire to have him inside me. 
We fell back against the bare mattress, with no need for words. His urgency met mine as he pushed himself inside my body. I cried out. He took his time, savouring each kiss, each thrust. This time there was no violence, no painful memories to flash over my pleasure. We were lost to each other. I drank in ecstasy from his body, and love and desire from his mind. It was a connection so intensely intimate and primal I knew there could only ever be him.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Jodi's Journey by Rita Hestand


Title: Jodi's Journey
Release Date:  March 1, 2010
Author: Rita Hestand
Author Website
Publisher: Whimsical Publications
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Genre: Inspirational/Historical/Western/Romance


Blurb:
Two unlikely people coming together to carve out a new empire. Hunter Johnson was a man branded by his own fate. Jodi Parker had a secret she couldn't share with anyone. Could they pull together to get the job done?  


Welcome Rita Hestand, it’s nice to have you here. What is your Sizzling Release?
Jodi's Journey


What is Jodi's Journey all about?
The war was over. The town of Esser Crossing ebbed closer to a slow death while Jodi Parker and Hunter Johnson fought desperately with one last chance to save it, and themselves. Two unlikely people came together against their own will and struggled to carve a new empire. Swollen rivers and Jayhawkers were the least of their troubles on a cattle drive to Kansas, when both carried secrets that could easily destroy them. He had to prove himself, she had to live with her own decisions. A cruel destiny threw them together. Only a true and lasting love could save them…
 

Hunter came home before the war was over, everyone in town knew what that meant. Branded a coward, he lived in a shed behind the saloon. He'd have to prove himself if he took the job she offered, to every man in the outfit, but he was so determined...
 

Jodi had been violated by the town bully. Could she live with herself if she went through with her plan? She seriously doubted it. Could she find someone, along the way, to help her? That too was a gamble, but she was so desperate...
Driving cattle to Kansas in 1869 was no easy feat, but it was the only way to survive. He'd take her with him, under one condition... she'd have to marry him. And to Jodi that was like marrying the devil himself.
 

What was your inspiration?
My daughter's interest in abortion, and why a woman would have one. My buying a special book at the Alamo "The Trail Drivers of Texas."

Why Historical Romance? What’s the draw?
I've always loved westerns and I wanted to try my hand at it. I started this long ago, but never did more than a few chapters. I was a huge fan of John Wayne, Rory Calhoun, Antonio Banderas, Fess Parker when I was a kid.


As you know it’s March and time to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Are you a pub crawler?
Nope, afraid not!


Green beer?
Don't even know what that is. Beer and me don't mix, I tried to drink some when I was younger, kept me tummy messed up.


I’m really into genealogy and have traced several lines of my family back to Ireland. How ‘bout you—got any Irish in you?
Oh yes, my father was Scot-Irish. And he looked it with his dark looks, and beautiful blue eyes. My mother was part Irish, and that's probably where I got my red hair when I was younger.


I heard on TV that one of the most germy places in the world is the Blarney Stone. Knowing that, would you still kiss it?
Why not, I'm game….


Have you ever thought of going to Ireland? If so, what would be on your itinerary?
I've thought about going to Ireland to see the countryside, they say it's one of the most beautiful countires. And I love the dialect.
I'd want to see the landscapes and the old castles, places of historical interest of course.  Wouldn't mind finding that Blarney Stone and trying it out. I mean…what could it hurt? My son-in-law just got back from there, he toured and loved it. Brought me back some goodies too. One was a shot glass.


Thank you so much for joining me today, but before we go, do you have anything else you’d like to let the readers in on? 

I'm having free drawings for books over at TRS (The Romance Studio) every month this year, and all you have to do is enter. So hurry on over there and sign up, you might just win! Also, you can read a sampling of every book at Smashwords for free, so hurry on over and check them out too. 
Thanks so much for having me. I enjoyed it, and the next boat sailing for Ireland….count me in!


Excerpt From Jodi's Journey:



"Your anger is like a dirty quilt, smothering you. It's time to get out from under it and get on with the living again, girl," the old man muttered with sad regret as he tried uselessly to move something other than his head against the creaking bunk. "The war's been over nearly four years. You have to get over the hurt it has caused; you have to let it go, in order to heal."
"Somewhere….deep down inside me," Jodi said fervently, "I know you're right, Clem. I don't want to grow bitter and hard from it." She glanced his way, then hung her head."But I'm not alone with how I feel about the war, or even Hunter Johnson for that matter. As for my brother dying and maybe my father too, it only adds to the misery of it. The entire town has been devastated. I mean, look at them. They all left so proud.”  She choked on her own words. "So full of spirit and hope, but now, look at them. Even the ones who did come back, they aren't the same. It's like…they died a little, too." Jodi looked over at her foreman on the bunk.
"That's a fact." He tried to nod, but didn't quite make it. The pained expression he wore was like a slow glacier moving over his face. He swallowed hard. "We got a heap of regrets and unfulfilled dreams to overcome, and now is the time for healing. But before you can heal, you have to forget and forgive. Even the good book tells you that," Clem muttered thickly, his voice raw with a monstrous pain. A pain they were both trying to ignore, him because it was his body, her because she emotionally felt it too. "Not just you, but everybody else. The whole town has to forget and go on. Otherwise, they shrivel up and die. But that's what life is, going on. Somebody knocks you down, and what do you do? You get back up, that's what you do.
"And you have to remember that nothing is going to bring them back. Nothing is going to wipe it out. War isn't something that will leave us, girl. There'll be more wars, like the Bible says. And sometimes, I think the leavings of war are far worse than the war itself. We can look back and see we had too much pride…now. It's a little easier to see that now. So, we were wrong…about a lot of things. We were going to give them 'what for'. Instead, it was the other way around.
"It wasn't just about the slaves—it was much more than that. That's the brunt of acceptance right there. The slaves were merely a reason to go to war. The men didn't come back full of pride, riding on their fancy horses and parading down the streets like they were heroes. Instead, it took all the dignity and brought back the broken spirit. Broken men. That's what losing a war does. But people got choices, Jodi. They can get up off their butts, and dust themselves off, and go on, or they can lie down and die. Ole Har with one arm, young Jesse with no legs, and then there's men like Phillip who run off to the west. Nobody's seen him since. Women left their husbands, husbands left their wives, children got left altogether.
"Okay, so we lost the war, so what? We was alive before the war. We will be alive now. It's a fact we have to face up to, and the dignity we lost comes with facing the facts, and admitting we lost. It is the first step to healing. We lost our pride in ourselves, which is a sad thing to see. Hunter Johnson didn't come back a hero, or anyone else in this sad little community. War destroys even the ones untouched. Your brother died, that's a fact. Your daddy? Well, we don't know what happened to him. And sometimes, that's best, girl, the not knowing."
"And that's why I can't forget, Clem. I won't." Jody Parker cried, a tear slipping down her pale cheek. "Maybe he's out there somewhere, broken, alone…"
"And maybe he's dead." Clem shook his head. "If he's out there, there's a reason he ain't here. Think about that, Jodi. And….we should face facts; he's probably dead by now. If he was coming home, he'd have been here by now."
"I won't believe that. Not until I see his body," she refuted.
"Now, Jodi! Pick up your feet, girl, throw back your shoulders, and lift that chin. God made you a beautiful young lady. You carry the hate around in you and it will eat you up. You can't end a war unless you let go of it. You didn't fight in it, you don't know. You weren't there, you didn't suffer," Clem declared. "Ain't anything you can do to change what's happened." Clem sighed heavily. "You ain't got any choice now, Jodi; you got to wipe it out of your mind. I've seen what hate does to people."
"I don't hate, Clem….just people like…Hunter Johnson."
"You don't even know the man. How can you hate what you don't know? Besides, those cattle got to be moved and Hunter Johnson is the only man who can do it," Clem Morton declared, wincing, disgusted with his own pain.
"You ask too much…I can't do it. You can't ask it of me!" Jodi sighed heavily, her mind working furiously as her foreman groaned. The bunk creaked as he tried to move, and he winced once more. The pain was unthinkable. Jodi watched as a slow trickle of sweat rolled down his cheek, unchecked. Or were they tears?
"What if I made you a board to fit your back and tied you in the saddle? Wouldn't that work?"
"Dad-blame it, girl." Clem's eyes flared with anger, as his body kept him at bay. "Ain't you got any eyes? Can't you see? I'm done in. I can't get in no saddle with a broke back. I can't even get out of bed." This time, a real tear rolled from the corner of his gray eyes, eyes that raked her with frustration and anger.
The catch in his throat made Jodi realize that he was in a desperate position. She knew he couldn't before she’d asked, but she had to ask. She needed him so. She'd always had Clem to count on, always.
Jodi shook her head and squeezed her eyes closed. She couldn't look at his pain any longer. It was too unbearable."This is more intolerable than anything I've ever done. I can't ask him, Clem. You and I both know what kind of man he is. He's a no good coward."
"Oh, Jodi." Clem sighed again, a little too weakly, and his words seemed pulled from his helpless body. Determination and grit seemed to prod him onward. "That's just gossip, girl. I thought you knew better than to listen to the town gossips. We don't know what really happened. War ain't got any rules. Remember that. You never been in a war, you wouldn't know. But I do. It ain't fair to judge a man on hearsay, neither. You and I, we weren't there. We don't know what happened. A decent man probably wouldn't tell it. And it ain't our place to decide if he's a coward or not. Besides, we have to face facts, Jodi. We need help. And we can't be too picky when we're in this kind of predicament."
"Don't you go preaching the good book to me now." Jodi frowned down at her foreman, seeing the dismay in his eyes and wanting to wipe it away, wanting to wipe away the nightmare of the last few days. She loved this old man more than she could say, and to see him this way, all broken up, was unbearably hard, but at least he wasn't dead.
"The truth is—somebody's got to do it. I'm as good as any. You don't have any ma or pa now. So you listen to me, and you listen well, girl. If you don't want to lose everything, you've got to get those cattle moved to the railroad." Clem tried to relax a little, but his facial expression mirrored his success. "It's a chance, a chance for a lot of people around here. And there ain't anyone around these parts, except Hunter, who is able to help you. So just bite the bullet and go ask the man."
"But Clem, the man is such a no-good. My brother lost his life in this danged bloody war, maybe my daddy too, and you want me to go groveling to that coward for help?" Jodi couldn't believe Clem's hard-headedness. She'd get those cattle moved—somehow.
Clem leaned his head back on his pillow, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, glassy-eyed. It scared Jodi. Her breath caught in her throat. Was Clem dying on her too? She hated that lifeless, glassy-eyed dead look.
"Your pa isn't dead. Least ways they didn't send us a body. So there's hope on that one. I'll give you that much. But you have to get what that high falootin' cousin of yours from New York thinks about people out here off your mind. That girl ain't seen anything of life. She's just a little snot-nosed kid who thinks she's better than everyone else. She can't even wash her own clothes, and you listen to her. How could she know what Hunter Johnson is like? You think she's actually met the man? Why, she wouldn't be caught dead near him."
Clem was angry and Jodi hadn't meant to make him so. Perhaps some of what he said was the truth, but everyone knew Hunter Johnson was a no-good.
Clem's eyes followed her, and the pain etched on his face was enough to make Jodi cry. She didn't want to stand here arguing with him about the war. She wanted to make him better so they could take care of the cattle together, as they'd always done. But the look on his face told her that wouldn't be happening.
"I'm done in, Jodi!" he said with tired exasperation. "And the only way to help you now is to steer you right. So I'm steering you to Hunt Johnson. Ah, give the man a chance, for my sake, give him a chance. There isn't a soul on this earth who doesn't deserve a second chance." Clem strained to look at her, masking the monster riding his back as best he could from her. He strained to get the words out. His body shook, but he endured while his tongue lashed at her like a leather whip. "The men folk around these parts are scarce. We not only lost the war, we lost the will to go on, girl. A lot of men that had backbone when they left came back with none. You've seen them. Are they so grand? Men came back from the war, broken, beat, with no will to carry on. Some lost their kin, and some their homes, and even more—their lives. We didn't just lose a war, Jodi girl. Take a look around town. There isn't a choice of prime men to move those cattle. Esser Crossing is a bend in the road, not even a town. The bank shut down, the mill is gone. Old man Esser, he tries, and keeps on trying to get a town established. At least the man tries. He doesn't give up. They mock him too, but at least he's trying to do something. It's more than a lot can say. They can't even decide on a name for the place for some reason. Look at the people here. Old Minnie, Doc Fargate, Jude, and Wes are all counting on you to take that herd north. You, a woman…barely. It's the only chance this town has to survive. But you can't do it alone. Heck fire, even I couldn't do it alone."
"Who says?" Jodi rocked on her booted heels, determined she could do the impossible, her thick blonde hair falling in a wave down her back as she yanked the string from it.
"I say! Now stop stalling and get on over there and ask him." Clem's voice held no humor. She saw his face contort, and she eased up a little on her own pride.
She'd pushed him too far. He was almost coming up off that bunk. Jodi raised her hands to stop his movements. "Okay—okay," Jodi said with a reluctant nod.
After a moment of silence, she eyed the old man once more, fighting the urge to run to him and hug him closely. "But this is about the most intolerable thing you've ever asked of me, and you owe me."
"Reckon I do, that's a fact." Clem sighed and scooted down a bit in the bed, his face wracked with unspoken torment. His clear gray eyes registered a fierce pride, but he never voiced it. Jodi was glad. She could barely stand to see her best friend in the world bed ridden.
As she turned away, she wiped at her eyes, her thin shoulders bearing the tension this conversation had produced.
She looked down at her clothes, muddy and dirty, and dressed like a man, but she lived in a man's world now. She had for some time now. That didn't matter. There was no time for frilly dresses and perfumed baths. That had stopped the moment her ma had died.
"Well, spit it out, girl, I'm tired," Clem barked, rubbing his chin against the quilt.
"I—I hate to leave you—here, like this..." Her words died in a whisper on her lips. If he saw the tears, he'd spit at her, and she knew it, but she couldn't hold them in any longer. She turned away, wishing there was something she could say or do for Clem.
Clem cleared his throat, not daring a glance at her. "I'll miss you too, kid. Now, go on!"
Jodi whipped around and saw the old man cover his face with the back of one hand. Without blinking, she reached for the laudanum on the table. Her hands shook as she poured him a swig of it in a cup. She gently reached to hold the back of his head up, and held him so his lips could sip the intoxicating liquid.
He looked at her once, and then he closed his eyes and she slowly backed out of the bunkhouse. "I love you….Clem," she whispered after the door shut.