Hello and welcome to my stop on P.A. Estelle's Revenge, The Cowboy Way Blog Tour presented by Smexy FAB4.
When Brian Thornton is taken by surprise at gunpoint, while in the bed of a beautiful, wealthy woman, he swears his revenge. But when he learns his humiliation was at the hands of a young woman and a boy, his vengeance knows no bounds.
Joanna Simmons finds herself snatched out of her home and taken to Thornton's ship. Against her will, she travels to Texas, and then by wagon train to Bastrop, Brian's hometown. Joanna finds acceptance and genuine friendship with the people of the town, down to Brian's sister, but the emotional war that wages between Brian and Joanna, keeps any kind of happiness at bay.
Revenge, the Cowboy Way, is the story of hate, love and revenge. The question is whose revenge is it?
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The balcony door was open and the full moon cast shadows everywhere. The curtains hung dead still. There wasn’t the slightest breeze to help ease the heat and humidity of the room. He felt stifled. He felt bored and antsy, and he wanted to be home.
For the first time in a long while, he had missed spring round-up. He silently thanked God that this would be his last trip. He had hated leaving his sister home alone, even though she was well-protected. The uprisings were happening more and more.
“You haven’t heard one thing I’ve been telling you!”
The demanding voice immediately brought Brian Thornton back to the present. He turned to look at the black-haired beauty lying next to him. There was a time when she had made his trips to New York bearable. Now she was as cloying as a cheap perfume.
“We’re invited over to the Stonewell’s tomorrow night. You’ll need to pick me up around nine o’clock. We don’t want to get there too early.”
“I’m afraid not.” Brian interrupted. “I’m leaving for home in a few days. I won’t have time for any socializing. I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell you I won’t be coming back to New York. I’m selling the ship when I get home.”
“No!” Brenda whispered. “You can’t treat me like this. What about us? What about our love?”
“Our love?” Brian sneered. “The only person you love is yourself. My side of the bed won’t even be cold before someone else is enjoying your talents.”
Brian was getting out of the bed when she grabbed his arm, bursting into a torrent of tears. “It’s not true. I’m always faithful when you’re gone!”
Twisting away from her clinging hands, he snarled. “Oh, for God’s sake, Brenda, spare me the theatrics. I have many acquaintances here, and I can’t count the number of times your name comes up, or how often your arm is linked to the gentleman with the fullest bank account.” A disgusted grunt escaped his lips as he reached for his pants. “Fortunately, it doesn’t bother me since I only look you up for one reason, and we both know what that is.”
Brenda’s pleas for him to stay were cut off by a voice coming from the balcony. “How ungentlemanly to upset the lady so.”
After the initial shock of hearing someone else in the room, Brenda dove back under the covers while Brian went for his gun. He stopped mid-stride, hearing the click of the hammer being pulled back. Standing naked, Brian stared down the barrel of the intruder’s gun.
“What the hell do you want?” Brian growled.
“Actually, I’ve got everything I want, thanks to your servants, Mrs. Marshall. They were most accommodating.” The man was small in stature and build, but the gun, pointing at his chest, kept Brian at bay. His piercing blue eyes never left Brian’s face. He moved with care to Brian’s discarded clothing and found the gun beneath the pants. “I know it was foolhardy, but I let my curiosity get the better of me. I had to see who Mrs. Marshall’s guest was tonight.”
“You son of a bitch,” Brian grated through clenched teeth.
With a hint of a smile, the thief gave a mock bow and said, “Until we meet again.” Then he was gone.
Brian was at the window in an instant, only to see two men riding off into the night, their laughter echoing in his ears.
My name is Penny Estelle. I was a school secretary for 21 years. My husband and I moved to our retirement home in Kingman, AZ, on very rural 54 acres. We live on solar and wind. A real adjustment for a city girl, but I love it. At night, the sky is an explosion of stars. It is breathtaking!
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