Description
Quinn’s
Honor, Book Three, MacLarens of Boundary Mountain Historical Western Romance
Series
Honor, Book Three, MacLarens of Boundary Mountain Historical Western Romance
Series
“Every
book of Shirleen’s never fails to draw me in and make it impossible to put down
until I devour it!”
book of Shirleen’s never fails to draw me in and make it impossible to put down
until I devour it!”
Quinn
MacLaren has
one true love…Circle M, the family ranch. He makes it a habit of working hard
and playing harder, spending time with experienced women who know he wants
nothing more than their company. He buries the love he feels for one woman deep
inside, knowing he’ll never be the man she needs.
MacLaren has
one true love…Circle M, the family ranch. He makes it a habit of working hard
and playing harder, spending time with experienced women who know he wants
nothing more than their company. He buries the love he feels for one woman deep
inside, knowing he’ll never be the man she needs.
Emma
Pearce is a
true ranch woman, working long hours to help keep the family ranch thriving.
Feisty, funny, and reliable, she’s the girl all the single young men want—after
they’ve sewn their wild oats. Few know Emma has her heart set on one man. A man
who may never grow up enough to walk away from his wild ways and settle down.
Pearce is a
true ranch woman, working long hours to help keep the family ranch thriving.
Feisty, funny, and reliable, she’s the girl all the single young men want—after
they’ve sewn their wild oats. Few know Emma has her heart set on one man. A man
who may never grow up enough to walk away from his wild ways and settle down.
When
tragedy strikes, Quinn’s right where he doesn’t want to be—as temporary foreman
of the Pearce ranch. Stepping in to fill Big Jim Pearce’s shoes isn’t easy.
Neither is keeping his feelings for Emma hidden and his hands to himself.
Honor-bound to do what is right, Quinn meets the challenge, losing Emma’s
friendship in the process.
tragedy strikes, Quinn’s right where he doesn’t want to be—as temporary foreman
of the Pearce ranch. Stepping in to fill Big Jim Pearce’s shoes isn’t easy.
Neither is keeping his feelings for Emma hidden and his hands to himself.
Honor-bound to do what is right, Quinn meets the challenge, losing Emma’s
friendship in the process.
Adding
to Quinn’s worries, something sinister is working its way through the thriving
town of Conviction. Unforeseen forces are at work. Debt builds, families lose
their ranches, and newcomers threaten to divide not only the land, but the
people—including the Pearce family.
to Quinn’s worries, something sinister is working its way through the thriving
town of Conviction. Unforeseen forces are at work. Debt builds, families lose
their ranches, and newcomers threaten to divide not only the land, but the
people—including the Pearce family.
As
events unfold, Quinn faces the difficult challenge of keeping his feelings for
Emma hidden and his honor intact. Doing what he believes is right couldn’t feel
more wrong.
events unfold, Quinn faces the difficult challenge of keeping his feelings for
Emma hidden and his honor intact. Doing what he believes is right couldn’t feel
more wrong.
After
all, what’s a man without honor?
all, what’s a man without honor?
Quinn’s
Honor, book three in the MacLarens of Boundary Mountain historical western
romance series, is a full-length novel with an HEA and no cliffhanger.
Honor, book three in the MacLarens of Boundary Mountain historical western
romance series, is a full-length novel with an HEA and no cliffhanger.
Excerpt:
“I wondered if you’d decided to quit.”
Quinn spun around. Emma stood not six feet
away, wrapped in a thin coat, her arms crossed. He took a couple steps toward
her, surprised she’d gotten so close without him knowing.
away, wrapped in a thin coat, her arms crossed. He took a couple steps toward
her, surprised she’d gotten so close without him knowing.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
She walked closer, closing the distance until
they were a foot apart. She hadn’t seen the complete exhaustion on his face or
the slump of his shoulders until now. He’d been working from dawn until late
each night, doing what her pa hadn’t been able to do since Jimmy’s death. The
ranch was in better shape than ever, the ranch hands having a competence they
lacked before Quinn arrived. Even though she still felt some justification for
her actions, all she’d done was make his life harder.
they were a foot apart. She hadn’t seen the complete exhaustion on his face or
the slump of his shoulders until now. He’d been working from dawn until late
each night, doing what her pa hadn’t been able to do since Jimmy’s death. The
ranch was in better shape than ever, the ranch hands having a competence they
lacked before Quinn arrived. Even though she still felt some justification for
her actions, all she’d done was make his life harder.
Reaching up, she swiped an errant strand of
hair from his forehead. The rush of feelings when her fingers touched his skin,
caused her face to heat. She licked her lips as a pulsing sensation rushed
through her. Dropping her gaze to his eyes, her heart tripped at the intensity
of his stare. His gray-blue eyes turned stormy, the color of the night sky when
lightning ignited the heavens.
hair from his forehead. The rush of feelings when her fingers touched his skin,
caused her face to heat. She licked her lips as a pulsing sensation rushed
through her. Dropping her gaze to his eyes, her heart tripped at the intensity
of his stare. His gray-blue eyes turned stormy, the color of the night sky when
lightning ignited the heavens.
Her stomach fluttered and heart raced when he
said nothing, continuing to study her. Before she could step away, Quinn’s hand
came up, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her close.
said nothing, continuing to study her. Before she could step away, Quinn’s hand
came up, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her close.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to pull away or
break her gaze. Instead, she leaned forward, almost touching his chest.
break her gaze. Instead, she leaned forward, almost touching his chest.
“Emma…” He breathed her name out, almost as a
prayer.
prayer.
She could see the vein in his neck pulse,
hear the almost desperate agony in his voice. Still, she didn’t move away.
hear the almost desperate agony in his voice. Still, she didn’t move away.
“What is it, Quinn?”
Searching her face, he sucked in a shaky
breath, seeing trust and so much more. Lowering his head, he stopped an inch
from her mouth, wanting her to pull back, needing her to meet him.
breath, seeing trust and so much more. Lowering his head, he stopped an inch
from her mouth, wanting her to pull back, needing her to meet him.
Lifting her chin, she placed her other hand
on his chest, splaying her fingers wide. Her lips parted an instant before
Quinn’s touched them.
on his chest, splaying her fingers wide. Her lips parted an instant before
Quinn’s touched them.
His actions were gentle, a mere caress before
becoming more urgent. Letting go of her wrist, he wrapped his arms around her,
aligning her body with his. Melting into him, she lifted her arms around his
neck, drawing him down on a deep sigh.
becoming more urgent. Letting go of her wrist, he wrapped his arms around her,
aligning her body with his. Melting into him, she lifted her arms around his
neck, drawing him down on a deep sigh.
Bio:
Bio
Shirleen
Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew
up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees
from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day
she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her
real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find
redemption through love and acceptance.
She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.
Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew
up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees
from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day
she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her
real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find
redemption through love and acceptance.
She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.
Author links
Thanks so much for hosting and celebrating the release of Quinn’s Honor on your blog.
I welcome comments or questions from your readers on any of my books. They may reach me at shirleen@shirleendavies.com.
Enjoy your week and your reading. Hope it includes a cowboy!
Shirleen