Treasure So Rare (Women of Strength Time Travel Trilogy)
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He did look pretty unimpressed. In fact, she guessed that right about now he was wondering who the fool was that had hired her to skydive into Timber Falls. Natural curiosity prompted her to ask, "Are you a guest at the ranch?"
"No." He looked past her toward the small crowd who had gathered for the jump. "Here come the others." With concern he quickly glanced up and down her scarlet jumpsuit. "You landed pretty hard, are you okay?"
Jacie saw him zero in on the knee support and then felt his sharp glance move up to her neck.
"You’ve hurt yourself," he added, reaching out a hand toward her.
She didn’t wait to see if he would actually touch her neck but jerked her head back. "I'm fine," she said briskly. "The mark on my neck is old." She reached over to pick up a black cowboy hat on the ground. The shaped brim felt smooth under her fingertips. "Yours?"
"Yeah." He took it and held out his other hand to her. She let him pull her up and they stared at each other, each taking the other’s measure. Jacie admitted she liked what she saw.
She stepped back. He put his hat on, tipping the brim forward the slightest bit, virtually hiding his eyes from her.
"Sloan." He shook her hand. "Welcome to the Catskills and Timber Falls."
"Thanks. Jacie Turner." She felt a measure of disgust when her voice came out breathless. She pulled at her sleeves and adjusted them. Men didn’t usually make her nervous.
"Yeah, I know," he said.
That made her pause in buttoning her sleeve. "And do I know you?"
"Nope. My brother hired you." He began to roll her chute, his movements swift and efficient. "Come on, we might as well see if that jump will satisfy the experts."
Jacie’s leg muscles tensed. Back to business. She chewed her lip thoughtfully, knowing the jump hadn’t been one of her better ones. "Your brother is James Wright? He was my contact for this job. Who are the experts?" she asked curiously. "Sounds like you’re not lumping yourself in that category."
"James is my brother. He and his advertising agency are the experts." He threw her a serious look from under dark brows. "I didn’t order a skydiving act. I think word of mouth is enough to put this place on the map."
She opened her eyes wide. "Whoa, okay, I get the picture that this wasn’t your idea." She unclipped her harness and released the snap on her tight-fitting cap. "But since your brother owns Timber Falls, he’s the one I answer to."
Sloan’s blue eyes were intense as they settled on her, yet a slight hint of amusement lurked there. "Sorry to disappoint you, but we both own Timber Falls."
"Oh." A course of goose bumps raced along her arms under the jumpsuit. She gave him a full smile. That meant he’d be here her entire stay. There was something about him that rattled her just a bit. "Then you’re my employer too. You know I'm staying here the month of August?"
"I know."
Two words with a wealth of meaning. He knew and was happy she wondered, or he knew and didn't like it? From everything he’d not said, it might be the latter. He watched the slowly dispersing crowd with a slight frown, as if he wished himself elsewhere. Jacie figured he probably had better things to do than pick her up and make sure she was okay. Well, that was okay with her. She was here to do a job, not make friends with a guy who looked like he’d walked out of an old western. Sexy as hell, but an old western nevertheless.
Sighing, Jacie had to wonder why her hands shook as she slid the cap from her head.
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Wishing on a Rodeo Moon Excerpt
Chapter One
Someday, that bull would kill someone. Tye Jenkins just knew it. She straddled the top rail of the bull chute as old Hit Man moved restlessly from side to side.
Tye let her gaze roam the rodeo yard. Her heart jumped like a young colt on a brisk morning as she stared, transfixed, at a dark-haired man. Jake Miller. He stood close by, a cocky look of assurance on his lean face. He was a head taller than most of the men around him, a stranger in business clothes among mud-spattered cowboys. His suit looked expensive, not the most common attire down by the pens. She had never before seen him dressed like that, yet he carried it off with nonchalance and elegance. He stood, feet planted on ground churned up by countless boots and three days of rain, his dark head bare to the falling mist. Tye didn’t try to stop the smile spreading across her face. Only Jake could pull off a suit at a rodeo in the drizzling rain.
She hadn’t seen or heard from Jake in ten years, not since that terrible night she’d left. He’d showed up now, the night she planned to remember for the rest of her life -- the night she’d make the rodeo finals. With the bittersweet knowledge of the past firmly in her mind, Tye sensed it was fitting Jake should be here to see her triumph.
Even knowing she was short on time before her ride, she continued to stare at Jake. Why was he here? What was that expression in his face -- a mixture of pain and want? Tye wiped the mist from her eyes, knowing she was wrong. She drew a deep breath.
He had changed, matured, yet something in his eyes remained the same. How long had she loved that strong face with its wide cheekbones, no-nonsense jaw touched by the faintest shadow of beard and deep-set eyes of the lightest blue? Her seventeenth summer she had loved him with a young woman’s vibrancy. They’d spent endless time together, planning, talking, dreaming. Back then, Tye had thought Jake could do no wrong.
She drew a deep breath and looked around. Why was he here? It wasn’t to see her! He was already drawing attention: she could see some of the girls nudging each other. Her throat dry, Tye drew a deep breath and then pressed her lips together. There were a lot of handsome faces like Jake’s, but he had a presence. He always had. Jake was special, that’s why she had loved him so much, until she had walked away.
"Tye Jenkins!"
Hearing her call, Tye stood up against the metal bars, gripping the top rail tightly. As she did so the bull in the chute hopped sideways, rattling the metal gates.
Adrenaline pumping, Tye jerked her gloves on, her gaze sweeping the yard, oblivious to everything until her glance lit once more on Jake. He was still there. Seeing him broke her concentration, brought in a flood of memory. Live, intense heat struck Tye and she closed her eyes tightly for a brief moment in exasperation. She had gotten over him. Anyone with a lick of sense knew ten years was a long time to pine over any man.
Deliberately, she looked away. Rubbing rosin on her gloves and rope, Tye centered her attention one hundred percent on what she knew of the bull, Hit Man. True to form, he was bouncing in the chute like a young kid throwing a temper tantrum. Hit Man shot her a glance now and then, probably to see if his head games were rattling her. He was one of the oldest bulls on the circuit, but anyone in rodeo knew he’d give you the ride of your life.
Tye's heart pounded wildly in her chest and up into her throat as she threw her leg over the chute and climbed down on the bulky-muscled bull. Quickly, she gripped the flat, braided rope as the bull lunged from side to side. Dry-mouthed, Tye wrapped her hand while the bull bellowed. He turned his head and seemed to glare at her with one eye, then with a quick twist tried to horn her.
"Watch your legs there, Tye!" someone shouted, but she had already pulled them up. Tye focused on keeping her feet from being pinned between the animal's sides and the metal bars. Steadying hands of the cowboys at her back helped her stay upright as the bull continued to ram the sides of the chute.
Her fingers tightened on the rope and she gave the signal to open the gate. With vivid clarity Tye saw the gate swing open, felt the rush of air from her lungs. Like a race car in its first heat, a ton of Brahma bull exploded into the rodeo arena; twisting and spinning. His cloven hooves sank into the mix of mud and manure. He knew his job and damn! he did it well.
The ornery bull did his best to defy the laws of gravity. He lunged forward, coiled to the right, came down, whipped to the left and dove again. Tye had watched this bull and knew what to expect, but every bone in her body was
being jolted to hell and back. She was determined to ride it out and do it in style. As the bull spun, she spurred him, her concentration intense.
The clock in her head ticked off. Tye held fast like a winter's burr on a blanket. Two. Three. . .this was the longest six-second ride of her life. Five. Triumph began to burgeon in her chest. She had him. Hit Man wasn't getting away.
As the bull reared his head up, they hung suspended in the air for a moment. Then, with surely no more than a quarter of a second left, Tye felt him twisting, going over, taking her with him.
All time stopped, silence reigned, the cheering crowd disappeared. There was only she and Hit Man. It seemed to Tye, in that split second of realization that the bull had won. She tried to throw herself clear, but she couldn't get her hand free.
They slammed into bone-chilling mud. Tye felt her head snap sideways, saw the dull grey sky overhead. Clods of dirt and mud slapped her. She smelled manure, then sweat and heat rolling off the animal, which lay atop her. When she tried, she couldn't move, so she lay still, her legs pinned under the dead weight. If looks could be believed, the bull had dropped dead…
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Table of Contents
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Treasure So Rare
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Deception
Chapter One
Once Upon a Remembrance Time travel
Chapter One
Soulmates Through Time Excerpt
Chapter One
Once and Always Excerpt
Chapter One
Excerpt Echoes from the Past
Chapter One
Heartstealer Excerpt
Chapter One
Wishing on a Rodeo Moon Excerpt
Chapter One