Breaking All Barriers by Cait Jarrod!!!

Hi readers! I’m excited to be here. I hope everyone is staying warm and safe this winter. From March 13-19, I’m having a Facebook party on Breaking All Barriers’ page. Each day, there will be a chance to win an autograph print book, ebooks, and more. Speaking of which, I have a raffle coinciding with the blog tour for an autograph copy of Breaking All Barriers. You can enter below. In addition, leave comments on the blogs with an email address and your name will be entered. RAFFLE! a Rafflecopter giveaway Happy reading! A huge thank you to the blog host for having Breaking All Barriers and me! ~Cait

Breaking All Barriers By Cait Jarrod
Release Date: March 13, 2015
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Can a single kiss change your life?
Businessman Cole Dunbar stays focused inventing the latest techno gadgets. When he learns of his deceased wife’s betrayal, he shuts the door on any personal relationships. There’s just one problem—the sexy Dina Wright who lives down the hall. He can’t keep her out of his thoughts and fantasies. When he sees her frightened on a New York City street, he tosses aside his reservations and reaches out to her. Dina is high on life. Not only is she starting an advertising agency and her best friend is returning to NYC, an honest-to-God hunk is sending her spine-tingling looks. Despite past betrayals interfering, the budding romance picks up momentum, but Mother Nature spins her wrath. Amidst the chaos, Dina vanishes.

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Excerpt:

A single gunshot echoed in the night. An invisible death-grip tightened his throat. The road and buildings warped. Sound faded. Cole’s fear came to fruition, the worst moment of his life. He needed eyes on Dina now! Cole forced his legs to move faster into the darkness. The small amount of glow, seeping around the trailer from the junker’s headlights, gave him a visual to the only other intact car, parked next to the overturned truck. The cloud pattern shifted and the moon brightened the darkened sky. Beyond the downed trailer, demolished truck, past the crinkled unmarked car, hope soared, clenching Cole’s heart and stealing his breath. He stopped and stared, not sure if he could believe his eyes. The moon spotlighted Dina standing in the middle of the wreckage, staring at the road, her body shaking. Fright and pain visible in her profile felt like a bullet to his chest, forcing the wind out of his lungs and weakening his muscles. Her gaze left whatever caught her attention and she peered over her shoulder. Their eyes locked. In that moment of time, no one else existed, not the swirling bright blue and red lights approaching or the loud sirens demanding attention. Too afraid if he ran, his legs would give out from the overwhelming emotions, he walked toward her. Not moving her gaze from his, she pulled her lips inward and wiped a hand across her face. She’d been through so much. Instinctively, he wanted to pull her to him, feel her warmth against his chest. Afraid sudden movement might scare her, he tempered his urge and stopped in front of her. “Awe, babe.” He stroked a finger down her cheek and searched her face. Tears welled in her eyes, and something more frightening smeared across her skin—a reddish-brown color—blood.

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Don’t miss Cait Jarrod’s other works:

 

Kidnapped Hearts - Band of Friend Series, Book 1 Mystic Hearts-Band of Friend Series, Book 2 Entangled Love Girl Code anthology, releasing Spring 2015

About the Author: From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one. Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with the WWC—a great group of women, and loves a good glass of wine. Cait’s debut novel, Kidnapped Hearts, won awards in the categories of Best Happily Ever After, Best Suspense, and Editor’s Choice. She also made the Amazon Best Sellers list.

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Welcome to Part Six of Be Mine, Marshall, A Written Fireside Story!

 

Eight talented authors have gathered to bring you this free western romance, and if you've yet to read the first five installments of this round robin style story, please follow the links below and be sure to catch up! Just follow the links below!

 

Part 1 - Lori Connelly

Part 2 - Paty Jager

Part 3 - Julie Lence

Part 4 - Susan Horsnell

Part 5 - Aileen Harkwood

 

...and now to continue the story, I invite you to read Part Six of Be Mine, Marshall! Don't forget to check the scheduled dates for each post and follow the links below!

 

 

Be Mine, Marshall

Part Six

 

            The three sprang from their seats around Doc’s warm stove,  and Daniel’s gun rested in his palm before he’d even thought to pull it from the leather holster buckled on his hip. He strode straight for the door, but Fannie beat him to it, her hand closing around the doorknob under his.

Their gazes locked, and he tightened his grip around her slender fingers. Where did the fool woman think she was going? “You need to stay inside and let me handle this, Miss Fannie.”

Her chin jutted forward and she squinted. “The only man who gets to tell me what to do around these parts is my granddaddy. I’ve lived in Cold Spring my entire life and gotten along just fine. If someone out there is in trouble, I aim to help.”

Daniel aimed a stern frown at her, but she didn’t back down. Strange, considering one glare from him usually froze most outlaws in their boots. Instead, determination glinted in her soft blueberry eyes, surrounded by the dark fringe of her lashes.

The woman sure was a pretty little thing. Stubborn, but pretty.

A metallic snap broke the tension and Daniel glanced over his shoulder to find Doc Hartworth loading two shells into the barrel of a shotgun. She locked the barrel in place and rounded the table, offering the gun in Fannie’s direction. “Our Miss Fannie just happens to be the best shot between here and Lacey’s Spring, Marshall. You’d be a wise man to have her watching your back once you head outside that door.”

Was that so? He glanced at Fannie and his brow twitched as she fitted the rifle against her waist like she’d been born with a gun in her hand. Something told him he’d also be fairly wise to never test the beautiful woman’s patience.

“All right, then. But stay behind me.” He nodded once and cracked the door, peering out into the street.

A limp pile of rags lay in the dusty wheel tracks running the center of town but, other than that, the day was eerily quiet. Daniel’s gaze dropped to the dark red pool leaking across the packed dirt, and he gritted his teeth. First the fire at Fannie’s and now someone had been shot in broad daylight. He eased the door back, glanced left then right and crouched low, running toward the prone body with Fannie right on his heels.

He grabbed victim’s shoulder and rolled them onto their back, and his stomach sank as a pair of bright green eyes blinked up at him, filled with panic. Marigold Fisher.

Fannie gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Please…” Marigold panted, one hand pressed to her side and the other fisted in her skirts. “Help me.”

“Of course, of course.” Fannie set the rifle on the ground and pried the younger woman’s fingers away from her torso. “It looks like a bullet nicked her ribs.” She tore a strip of her petticoats from under her dress and pressed it to the wound. “Who did this to you, Marigold?”

Daniel kept his eyes peeled to the surrounding buildings and darkened alleys. Movement caught the corner of his eye and he looked toward the mercantile. A man limped back from the window, his steps off kilter as he disappeared into the shadows.   

 “I did it.” Marigold squeezed her eyes tight, tears streaming past her temples into her hair. “In case I die, I want everyone to know so’s Will ain’t blamed. Lester said I had to. Said if I didn’t, they’d kill me and Will.”

Fannie and Daniel exchanged a frown. She hadn’t shot herself, so what was Marigold talking about? Starting fire or stealing Doc Hartworth’s brooch? Or both? Daniel ran a hand along the bristle on his chin. Either way, they needed to get the poor girl off the ground and into Doc’s so she could be tended. Could be, Marigold Fisher was delirious with fear and didn’t know what she was sayin.

“Shhh now, Marigold, you ain’t gonna die.” Fannie pressed a hand to the girl’s forehead. “What did Lester make you do, sweetie? You can tell us.”

A loud wail careened through the air and Daniel spun on his knee, aiming the barrel of his pistol toward the noise. Now what in all the blue blazes was going on?

A young boy who couldn’t have been a year or two older than Marigold sprinted down the center of the road, hell bent for leather in their direction. “Marigold!” He skidded to his knees beside Marigold and shoved Fannie’s hands out of the way. “Don’t you touch her. Y’all never helped us afore and we don’t need your help now.”

Daniel placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “She needs to be looked after by Doc Hartworth, son. What’s your name?”

“Will.” He choked out his name, holding Marigold’s cheeks. “I told Lester somethin like this was gonna happen. I told him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Let me take her inside and see the doc.” Daniel holstered his gun, and gently eased his arms under Marigold’s neck and legs, lifting her off the ground. “Once she’s had her wounds tended, we can talk this all out.”

He smiled at the appreciative shine in Fannie’s eyes as she grabbed the Doc’s rifle off the ground, then turned with Marigold in his arms and strode toward Doc Hartworth’s office, Fannie and Will trailing behind him. The hair along the back of Daniel’s neck tingled a moment before the cock of a trigger pulled him up short.

“Not so fast, Marshall. That there girl belongs to me.”

Daniel froze. With Marigold in his arms, he couldn’t reach his gun, which meant Fannie was the only one who had any firepower between him and whoever held that loaded weapon.

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I hope you enjoyed this installment of Be Mine, Marshall!!! To continue with the story, check back at the dates listed below and follow the links! Thank you!

 

Written Fireside Schedule:

Tuesday, February 3rd - Lori Connelly

Tuesday, February 10th - Paty Jager

Tuesday, February 17th - Julie Cerniglia Lence

Tuesday, February 24th - Susan Horsnell

Tuesday, March 3rd - Aileen Harkwood

Tuesday, March 10th - AJ Nuest

Tuesday March 17th - Mandy Baggot

Tuesday March 24th - Kathleen Rice Adams

Tuesday, March 31st - Kari Lemor