He scrutinized the metal, destined to become part of a spar on a lobster trawler, and pumped up the fire without conscious thought. The door of the forge stood open to the afternoon-bright and sunny after last night’s storm-but nary a breath of breeze stirred. Sweat trickled freely down his naked back, prompted by a combination of heat and effort. Published in the United States of Americaĭouglas Grier flipped the glowing bar of orange-hot metal over on the anvil and struck it a measured blow. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.Ĭontact Information: Art by Diana Carlile
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved. Off Kilter: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure …Definitely …an author to watch.ĭead Handsome: A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure …the kind of book that keeps you awake well into the wee hours, and sighing with satisfaction when you’ve finished the very last page.Īs I read I became so involved with the story, I found it difficult to put down the book. Laura Strickland creates a world that not only draws you in, but she incorporates it…seamlessly. This here is my son Michael, his wife Eunice, and their child Hetty. That night-well, I never did get your names.ĭaniel Freeman, sir. The fellow’s gaze stole back to Josie, and she promptly went breathless. Daniel shook the man’s hand with the innate courtesy that always marked him. But what sort of happenstance has brought you here where we might cross paths again?Ī long story, sir, and one with a full measure of sorrow. The man focused on Daniel at last and extended a hand to him without hesitation. Of course, of course we remember you, sir. Not remember him? Had there been a moment since that night he hadn’t been, somehow, with her?
No, for the pull she’d felt from the first they sighted this place heightened almost unbearably, every one of her inner instincts sitting up and howling. Not remember him? From the instant he stepped on the wharf, Josie’s attention had been snagged-and not just because he was a good-looking man. Though he spoke to Daniel, his brown eyes sought hers and held them, his wonder evident to see. Tall and with bare shoulders that gleamed in the sun, he had a crop of wavy black hair and skin almost as dark as her own. Josie stared at the man who spoke, afraid to believe her eyes.
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