Monday, May 5, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser - The Cost of Revenge

The Cost of Revenge

A Laura Creek Western Romance

Quinn O’Bannon knows it’s time he settled down. He has two likely candidates, both sensible, attractive, young women. However, his fantasies keep straying to Tru McAdam, that thieving, sloe-eyed vixen with a grudge against the whole darn O’Bannon family.

Tru McAdam wants to believe the O’Bannons, all of them are rotten, heartless cheats. God help her, most of all she wants to believe the handsome, arrogant flirt Quinn O’Bannon is the worst of the lot.

Stanley O’Bannon, Quinn and Royce’s old man, is on a mission to destroy his traitorous sons, and the folks who turned them against him. It’s up to Quinn and Royce to stop the crazy old fart.

There must be a reason why destiny deliberately brought Tru to Laura Creek. There must be a reason why she gave her heart and her virtue to her sworn enemy, the handsome Quinn O’Bannon. She’ll know the reason when the time comes. All becomes clear when Quinn’s life is threatened and Tru strikes the fatal blow.

When destiny shuffles the cards, strange pairs show up in the hand. Who can fight destiny, not the handsome, flirtatious Quinn O’Bannon, not the thieving, sloe-eyed vixen, Tru McAdam.


Excerpt from “The Cost of Revenge 

Quinn, turning his attention back to the lump of hostility sitting on his step, put his hands on his hips,steeling himself for battle. “All right, Miss McAdam….” Her black eyes glittered and flashed, meeting his challenging grin. Obvious loathing oozed from her every pore.  

“Don’t you dare touch me.” she said, her words reminding him of a snake’s hiss of warning before it sank it’s fangs into flesh. 

“Oh, I’m going to touch you,” Quinn assured her with a wag of his head. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to pick you up and carry you upstairs to my bed.”

 “I’ll bite your nose off. I’ll scratch your eyes out if you try it.”

He leaned down, his face inches from her nose. “I should leave you right where you sit. You can’t walk,” he said, pointing out the obvious, his eyes traveling the length of her, finally settling on the sight of her fat foot and her bandaged ankle. Deliberately, raking

every inch of her body with his eyes, his gaze traveled back up to her shoulder. “You’re right-handed, if I’m not mistaken.” Recalling how she’d carried the baby on her left hip, leaving her right arm free, he knew he had it right. “I doubt you can feed yourself, not with that sling on your arm and your wrist all bandaged up. No, Miss McAdam, I don’t think you’ll give me too much trouble. You see, I have what you hold most dear.”

 “You have nothing.”

 “Oh, but I do,” he said sweetly. “I have your brothers and your sister. Ah, you see, I’ve lured them into my lair with the promise of food and shelter. The way I see it, you have no choice in the matter, and I can and I will carry you inside.

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About the Author:

Dorothy A. Bell bio. In the sixth grade I encountered the boy I would eventually marry. Over the years, he pestered, trying to kiss me. At sixteen, I kind’a got the hang of the kissing thing. We’ve been married for forty-eight years.
To combat severe arthritis in my knees, I took up aquatic exercise and became an instructor. After two knee replacements, I went to work on myself and lost eighty-five pounds.

My husband and I live in Central Oregon with two West Highland White terriers, an energetic, longhaired Dachshund and one big, angora tuxedo cat.

Thanks Dorothy for sharing,


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