|Posted by tjmanderino on June 29, 2013 at 10:50 PM||comments (0)|
For this week's Sneak Peek Sunday, I'm sharing a bit of Taking Chances, a contemporary western.
Eventually, he came out. A young boy ran up to him, and Tyler easily draped his arm about the boy’s shoulder. She stopped mid-stride. Did he have a son? That had not been in anything she ever read. Except for the dark hair, they didn’t look much alike. They spoke briefly with the pastor before moving on.
“Tyler!” she called after him. Both man and boy turned. Tyler had a smile on his face.Not particularly welcoming, but genial. She hurried up to him. When she had seen him in his stage persona he was dressed according to the concert – at least in the pictures she had seen. Up close and personal was another story. In khaki pants, light blue oxford shirt and navy sport coat, he looked comfortable here.
Tyler had turned at the sound of her voice, and his smile was welcoming, but she could see the puzzlement in his eyes. And no wonder, she thought wryly, how many times did he get accosted while at church? There, that was the truth without any varnish. She pushed away her moment of guilt.
“May I help you?”
His well modulated voice sent shivers through her. She never gave a thought to what his speaking voice might be like – sexy as all get out. She hurried over to his side and extended her hand.
“Abie Halloway,” she said, giving his hand a firm shake. She refused to think about the spark of awareness touching him so casually instigated. She willed her gaze not to fly to his, to see if he experienced the same awareness. She forced herself to focus on his mouth. Bad move,Abie! His lips were firm, his mouth might be a shade too wide, but combined with his slightly fuller lower lip it just made her think he would be a great kisser. She cleared her throat.
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|Posted by tjmanderino on May 2, 2013 at 3:15 AM||comments (32)|
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Lawmen in the West
The old west was a haven for army deserters and criminals, as well as anyone attracted to the wide open space ofthe western states and territories, and those who wanted to leave their past behind and start fresh. With such a variety of inhabitants, it didn’t take long for law enforcement to become a presence in the towns. Not every town had a sheriff, and only the larger communities had police forces. Newer, smaller towns often didn’t even have a sheriff and were at the mercy of anyone who chose to wreak havoc.
So what happened if there was a crime that spanned several towns, or states? Then, like now, local law enforcement called for more help.
Long before there was the FBI, or the CIA, or any of the other alphabet of government agencies that operated on a national or global level, there was the Secret Service. That’s not to say their primary role was to enforce laws, but it was often a direct byproduct of their actions.
Oh? You thought the Secret Service protected the President.
Yes, they do. That is only one oftheir duties, but wasn’t added to their responsibilities until much later.
The Secret Service came into being on the tail end of the Civil War. In fact, it was the last official act of President Lincoln before he headed to the theater the night he was assassinated. The agency began operations on July 5, 1865 as a division of the Department of Treasury. Their role was to track down counterfeiters. Although the country was trying to switch to Federal Greenbacks, individual banks were still able to print their own currency. Unfortunately, many individuals thought they could too! As a result, up to one third of the nation’s currency was counterfeit.
After their success in cleaning up the counterfeit operations, their tasks expanded and grew to encompass mattersof national security. This broad category allowed, and encouraged, the agentsto take necessary action to protect the country. In this manner, they evolved into the country’s first domestic intelligence agency.
The Secret Service agents wer elawmen. Who can resist men who were determined to right, sometimes in the faceof overwhelming odds? Not me.
On the President’s Orders series takes place in 1874 America. The first two books in the series, False Notes, and Heart Quest, take place in the western states. The third, to be released in early summer, is centered inWashington, D.C. and slightly east. Two Secret Service agents, Simon Barr and Luke Hayden, and the women they love, delve into mysteries that could impact the young nation. Each of the books in the series can stand alone, so you don’t have to read them in any particular order. I tend to think of the series as the original Wild Wild West meets Romancing the Stone; adventure with unexpected romance thrown in.
In book one, False Notes: In late summer 1874,Simon Barr, one of the premiere agents of the newly evolving US Secret Service, arrives in Hobart, in the Oklahoma Territory, to meet his partner, Luke Hayden,and begin investigating a large scale counterfeiting operation. Shortly afte rarriving, Simon meets the lovely Kirsten Bentzer, only to learn she has ties tohis two chief suspects. His attraction to Kirsten catches him off guard andwars with his sense of duty. Surely, she can’t be innocent, no matter how much he wishes it were so.
Excerpt, False Notes:
Simon put one booted foot in the stirrup, started to heave himself into the saddle, and then stopped, his right foot still touching the ground. He cocked his head to the side, listening again for the sound, and sure enough, it came—a slight scraping noise. When Pride turned his head, as if questioning justwhat Simon intended to do, he pushed aside the big horse's head and removed hisleft foot, then quickly and quietly looped Pride's reins around the nearby hitching post. Rubbing the horse’s nose, indicating that he should be quiet, he swiftly pressed himself up against the wooden wall of the building and into the shadows, trying to gauge the direction of the sound. There was nothing sinister about it, but it was out of place. Finding what didn’t belong was part of his job.
No one seemed to be coming along the narrow sidewalk. Even the doors to the Golden Slipper Saloon were still and looked as if no one had gone through them for the past several hours. Shrugging at his own imaginings, he walked toward the post, his boot heels making little sound on the dusty street.When he bent to release Pride's reins, he stilled as he heard it again. This time, the scraping noise was followed by a loud thump and what sounded like a muffled curse.
Patting Pride on the nose and raising a finger to his lips, as if thehorse would understand him, Simon moved back into the shadows of the house and followed the sound. When he found the source, he stood there watching in amusement.
Evidently, the youth was thinking of sneaking out of—Simon glanced at the sign on the porch—KATE’s without paying.
He turned his attention back to the youth and stood there, watching as the boy dangled from the second story window, his fingers gripping the windowsill and his booted feet scraping against the side of the house. From where Simon stood, he could hear the youth take a deep breath, and knew he was going to let go. The kid probably wouldn't get hurt, but he sure would make aracket when he landed in the bushes below the window.
With a sigh, he moved below the youth and grabbed hold of his leg. There was a gasp and quick inhalation of breath. Instantly, the youth stilled against the building. Simon felt more than actually saw when the kid looked down at him.
Shooting what he hoped was one of his more friendly grins, Simon raised his finger to his lips, indicating silence, then waved the youth down.
Moving his hand up to the boy's thigh for better support, he was surprised to feel how slender he was. The youth went as still as a statue, and then let go of the window ledge. Simon caught him neatly, steadied him on his feet, and was pretty darn sure this was no lad. He reached out a hand to brush him down, and had his hand slapped for the trouble.
Simon cocked his head to one side, looking the boy over, but was sure the youth couldn’t see the action in thedark. “You’re sure?”
The false husky note had Simon’s lips twitching. And, definitely, his attention caught. Why ever would a femalebe climbing out of the local brothel? Was she looking for something on the side, and if so, why was she dressed as a male? Definitely intriguing. And one thing Simon loved was a mystery. Wouldn’t be in his line of work if he didn’t.
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|Posted by tjmanderino on December 13, 2012 at 11:05 PM||comments (14)|
Snow and Christmas go together – in the movies and in our thoughts, and definitely in Pennsylvania. Usually. The contrast between the cold outside and the warmth found with family and friends during the Christmas season insulates us from the crazy busyness that abounds at this time of the year. To share the joy of the season, I’m giving a free download of my collection of very short Christmas stories. Each of these heartwarming stories was my version of a Christmas newsletter sent to family and friends. Please be sure to leave your email address.Grab a cup of hot cocoa and relax.
While we know everyone celebrates a different way, wewanted to make sure that you guys knew how much we treasure you all. So fromDec 14th to Dec 17th, all 200 or so of us will be blogging about the holidaysand what they mean to us. We may talk about our favorite holiday traditions,recipes, gifts, reads, heroes, and so much more. We want to hear about what youdo for the holidays, what you read, and who you'll spend it with. We hope tosee you here and happy hopping!
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|Posted by tjmanderino on November 23, 2012 at 12:30 AM||comments (48)|
Black Friday has been a tradition for a good many years. I have relatives who would never give up the excitement of shopping that day, and others, like myself, who tend to play hermit. However, I always turn green when I hear how people have managed to complete all of their Christmas shopping inone day, Black Friday or not.
It takes me weeks to do my shopping. It would probably help if I managed to actually go to the store, either brick and mortar or online.But no. That would be too easy. Instead, I try to match up my skills andresources and figure out how many people I can actually make things for. It took me forever to come up with something lastyears, but in the end it worked out well. I made like an elf and made wristwarmers and head bands for a slew of nieces and young cousins. This year itlooks like there will be fewer involved projects. But not all gifts can be bought. Some gifts have no price on them. Each of thosemessages show up in two of my short-short stories in A Christmas Card: A Collection of Short Stories.
The stories were originally sent out as part of my Christmascards. My first Christmas short story came about because I honestly had no idea what to write in the typical Christmas newsletter so many people are great at putting out. So, as I dithered over what to write, I read over another newsletter. Some of the information was very…um…fictionalized.Then and there I decided if they could write fiction, so could I.
I’d like to share those results with you now. Please be sureto leave your name and your email in a comment and I will send you coupon codefor a free download of A Christmas Card: A Collection of Short Stories.
Happy reading – and shopping!
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|Posted by tjmanderino on November 9, 2012 at 12:50 AM||comments (33)|
Cool, crisp autumn days call for one of my favorite beverages: Spiced hot apple cider. All of the scents and tastes of fall in amug. After pouring a mug full, I added a cinnamon stick, just because it looked nice, smelled great, and I actually had one around. I wasn’t the only one to think it smelled good. So did Alex.
Me: “Do you want a cup?” I held my cup out to him, but hewrinkled his nose.
Alex: “And what would I do with it?”
Me: “You could inhale it.” I hated when he used that tone ofvoice with me. Like I didn’t know he was a vampire and didn’t drink – or eat—anything that wasn’t on his approved diet.
Alex: “I can do that just fine from here.”
That much was true. Vampires had a sense of smell that rivaled… well, bloodhounds. I took a sip of my drink and headed to the sofa. Alex followed.
Me: “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had adate or something tonight.”
Alex: “More along the something line. I’m to meet Louis in a few hours.”
I took another sip of my drink, more to hide my shudder than anything else. Louis was another vampire, and Alex’s closest friend. I was not going to ask what they planned, but Alex offered anyway.
Alex: “He wants me to meet his latest girlfriend.”
Me: “That sounds interesting.” And it did. As much as Icould figure out, Louis was a true loner. But what did I know? I just write the stories, these guys…er…characters lived it. Although live might be too strong of a word for Alex’s kind.
Alex is featured in BOUND by BLOOD, may second paranormalromantic suspense.
Blurb: In histwo-hundred and fifty years as a vampire, Alex only observed, never intervenedwith any of his progeny, yet what else can he do when a little girl of hislineage is kidnapped? When he meets Lisa, the child’s nanny, his protective instincts kick into gear, yet he finds he must expose her to ever increasing danger as they search for the missing child. To protect Lisa from perils she is unaware of, he harbors her in his own home.
With Lisa’s help, Alex is able to determine who has the child. Learning why she was abducted rocks him on his heels and sets off a transcontinental search that leads to ancient myths of the Cardinal’s Ruby; the stone in Alex’s ring.
Alex and Lisa have one shot to save the child, but will they be able to stopthe impending destruction raining down?
To enter my November contest, please comment below with youremail and which book you would prefer. The winner will receive a free download of either Soul Guardian or Taking Chances, their choice. I will issue the copon through Smashwords so a variety of formats will be available. Wishing you a bountiful harvest!
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|Posted by tjmanderino on May 1, 2012 at 10:40 PM||comments (1)|
Today I continue Teaser Tuesday withanother excerpt from False Notes, the first in The President's Orders series.Simon is a Secret Service Agent in1874, and Kirsten is one person he suspectsis involved with the counterfeiting case.
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He didn't say anything on the short walk, but she was aware of his tension. Fortunately, there were very few people about. When the sheriff came down the street, she considered calling out to him, but Simon’s voice rumbled in her ear as if he had known her very thought. "Don't even consider it." He nodded to the sheriff and continued.
Once at the store, he went around the back. She wondered if she should be frightened, but didn't have time to consider it. Reaching out one fist, he thumped on the door and it was opened immediately by Luke. "Nice of you to knock,” he wryly greeted Simon. “What brings you here?"
Simon pushed Kirsten toward a kitchen chair. He could have been a little gentler; she scowled at him, but doubted that he noticed. He seemed to be concentrating on Luke.
"I think I need some answers,and I have a feeling Miss Kirsten can help me."
"Why should I?" She intended to sound firm, but was afraid it sounded more petulant, especially when Simon just gave her his slow smile in response. She blinked once, trying to refocus her thoughts. She wished he wouldn't do that.
Luke cleared his throat. "Coffee?"
Simon gave a brief nod. BeforeKirsten could answer, her stomach gave an embarrassingly loud rumble.
"I take it that's a yes,"Luke said as he set about gathering mugs and reaching for the pot on the stove.
Kirsten nodded without looking at him. "Please."
Once Luke served the coffee, he joined them at the table. "So, why are we all here?"
"I'd like to know that myself," Kirsten said.
|Posted by tjmanderino on April 24, 2012 at 10:45 AM||comments (1)|
Today I continue Teaser Tuesday with another excerpt from False Notes, the first in The President's Orders series. Simon is a Secret Service Agent in1874, and Kirsten is one person he suspects is involved with the counterfeiting case.
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"I really don't know what to do,Simon."
He was definitely in trouble. Heloved the way she said his name. This was not good. He was having a lot more sympathy for Luke.
"I told you about my uncle last night, a little, anyway."
He nodded, encouraging her to continue.
"Today he told me it would only be a matter of time and everything would be fine."
"What does that mean?" He tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. So far, she had alluded to her uncle, but really had nothing to say that could link him to the present case except that he was a partner with Weldon. That could be for the ranch only. He planned to wire Washington’s data bureau and see what they could find out.
Kirsten scoffed. "I'm notexactly sure, but I am worried. There is no love lost between my uncle and myself, and I'm afraid for when he won't need me any longer, and more and moreI feel that could be at any time.” She clasped her hands together and twisted them in her lap, looking down at her intertwined fingers instead of at Simon.
"Then why stay with him? Surely there is somewhere else you can go. I'm sure Doc would take you in if you needed a place." He said the words evenly in spite of the wrench to his gut as he did so.
"I wouldn't endanger him." She looked down at her hands, then up again, but she still wouldn't meet hisgaze. "Please, Simon, when you leave, will you take me with you?"
Ina heartbeat. "What do you mean?"
"Oh!" She blushed and raised her hands to her face, giving a little laugh. "That didn't come out right. I mean, I know you travel on the railroad, and I wondered if you could let me ride with you to another town."
His heart settled back into itsnormal rhythm. He stepped to the side of her, and stretched his hand out to rest on the wall, supporting his weight as he looked down at the top of her head. "You can buy a ticket at the station any time."
|Posted by tjmanderino on April 3, 2012 at 2:10 PM||comments (0)|
Today I continue Teaser Tuesday with another excerpt from False Notes, the first in The President's Orders series. Simon is a Secret Service Agent in 1874, and Kirsten is one person he suspects is involved with the counterfeiting case.
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He wondered if Kirsten would make anappearance tonight, or if he should start scouting around. Taking out hispocket watch, he held it to the small bit of light coming from the grange. It was past the time they had agreed to meet, but not unduly so. He walked as far as the hotel, and then leaned against the building, waiting for her to arrive,when the sheriff came by on his rounds. Simon gave him a nod, but the man insisted on coming up to speak with him.
"Saw you come from the grange. Is the music too loud for you?"
Chuckling,Simon answered, "No, it’s very good, in fact. I'm just waiting for someone." Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "Going about your nightly rounds, I see. It must make the citizens feel very safe."
"I try my best. These are wonderful folks around here."
Simon looked around the small town street. "My friend, Mr. Hayden, has the mercantile down the street a bit. He has no complaints." Where was Kirsten?
"Fine man, there. Well, I'll be on my way." He held his finger to his hat in a careless salute and sauntered off.
"Is he gone?" Her whispered voice carried on the breeze.
Simon didn't turn around. "Are you hiding from the sheriff too?"
"No."Her voice sounded a bit closer now. "We just don't get on all that well."
This time, Simon did turn and watch as she stepped from the shadows. Even in the dim light he could see she really was a lovely woman, even more so than he remembered. He extended his arm. "Shall we join the others at the grange?" She hung back and he let his arm fall to his side. "I see that is not a good idea."
"No, it's not. Do you suppose we could just go somewhere and talk?"
Talk was good. You learned a lot of things that way, the easy way. "Back to Doc's?"
"No,he has patients tonight. Could we just go somewhere? Behind the hotel, the livery? I don't care, just somewhere where no one will hear me."
Definitely interesting. "My room?"
"No, people will see me go in. Could you meet me in front of the bookstore? We could be looking there and no one will be surprised."
He shifted his gaze from hers and looked down the street to see where the store was. Nodding, he watched her skitter away. There was simply no other word for it. She hadn't looked as frightened as she had nervous. That was puzzling.After all, this was the same girl he had caught climbing out a window at a bordello and challenging Jack Weldon.
"Is there a reason for all this subterfuge?" he asked in a teasing voice when they met in front of the store.
"Yes,"she said, then shook her head. "No. I really don't know. And I don't even know why I'm telling you except that you have an honest face, and you did already ask me to meet with you."
He tried not to let the word “honest” rankle. He had honor, but honesty was not exactly what he would say was entailed in his line of work.
|Posted by tjmanderino on March 21, 2012 at 12:35 AM||comments (0)|
Each Tuesday, I will have an excerpt from one of my novels here.
Since I am currently in edits for the third in the President’sOrders series, I figure I’ll start with an excerpt from the first in the series, False Notes.
© Tara Manderino, 2010. All rights reserved.
In late summer 1874, Simon Barr, one of the premiere agentsof the newly evolving US Secret Service, arrives in Hobart, Oklahoma Territory,to meet his partner, Luke Hayden, and begin investigating a large scalecounterfeiting operation. Shortly after arriving, Simon meets the lovelyKirsten Bentzer, only to learn she has ties to his two chief suspects. Hisattraction to Kirsten catches him off guard and wars with his sense of duty.Surely, she can’t be innocent, no matter how much he wishes it were so.
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In the semi-darkness, Simon couldn’t makeout the figures, but there seemed to be plenty of action behind the saloondoors. He stood on alert, straining to hear the words. Deciding he would haveto move closer, he stayed in the shadows of the buildings, and steadily madehis way to the voices. No matter how interesting the youth or how much hewanted to pursue that mystery, he couldn’t lose sight of why he was in town—tocheck on Gregory Weldon and follow the trail of counterfeit money that seemedto surface in Hobart.
“Told you before, you whelp, nomatter how much money you bring to the table, it’s not going to be enough. Now,scat.”
“I need that information, Mr.Weldon.”
Simon’s brows snapped together.He knew that husky voice. Great, they were tangled together, the youth and hisnumber one suspect. The youth’s bravado made Simon break out in a sweat. He, oras he strongly suspected, she, was no match for the man confronting her.Weldon’s voice, if that’s who was speaking, was deep and rough, sounding as ifit belonged to a much older man.
“I told you I would pay anythingfor it.” Now Simon’s ears pricked up for an entirely different reason. Thosewere the words of a desperate person. Perhaps they really were tied together!That’s what he was here to find out. He pushed away any preconceived notion hemight have had that the youth was innocent. He knew that neither age nor genderwould have anything to do with a person’s acts.
Not a full moment later, therewas a scuffle, and then the youth was practically thrust through the saloondoors. He stumbled, but before he couldrecover his balance, Simon came up behind him from the shadows and covered hismouth, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him around the side of the building.The youth struggled to gain foothold on the walk.
Definitely a female,Simon thought, grinning to himself. No self respecting boy would fight thatway. He locked one of his arms around both of hers, just below her elbows tostill her. She still tried to kick him, but with his feet braced wide, she hada difficult time finding a target. “Hold still,” he whispered into her ear whenit was close enough. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She slowed her thrashing butstill struggled against him. When he made no untoward move, she stilled,looking at him warily from the corner of her eye. He could hardly blame her for that.
“I overheard you out there, and I have some questions.” He spoke softly so that his voice wouldn’t carry. She pulled against him, but he held her easily. “It sounds as if you’re in trouble. Are you?” When she made noresponse, he gave her a little shake. “Are you?”
Finally, she shrugged her shoulders.
He bit back a grin. Stubborn thing. “Perhaps we can help each other out.”
She stiffened in his arms, then started to thrash about, nearly slipping through his hands. He tightened his grip and brought her back hard against his chest. “Just listen before you make any decision.” There was no response. “Will you do that much?”
At least he got a very reluctantnod that time.
“Fine. Now, I’m going to remove my hand, but I expect you not to scream. Got it?” Again, a hesitant nod. “Now you can lead me somewhere where we can talk.”
Slowly, he removed his hand andshe looked at him warily, but she didn’t scream.
“How do you know I won’t lead you somewhere you can be killed?” her voice whispered in the dark.
Simon lowered his hands. There was always that possibility. “I trust you,” he said. “All I want is to talk,and from something you said, I think you can help me. We can help each other,” he amended at her cautious look.
He hadn’t been an operative forthis many years and not learned to be aware of his surroundings, yet there didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary as she led him down the alley he had pulled them into. Still, he had one hand close to the gun in his belt.
|Posted by tjmanderino on February 21, 2012 at 1:45 AM||comments (17)|
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