Saturday, September 30, 2017


Today I am pleased to announce the release of
Dead Set Delphinia
Book 11 and my fourth book in the series,
Sweethearts of Jubilee Springs

About Dead Set Delphinia:

          Being pressured by her father to marry his New York business associate whom she detests, Delphinia Blakewell, using the alias Delia Brownlee, secretly starts a correspondence with two miners in Jubilee Springs she contacted through the Colorado Bridal Agency. After her letters are discovered by her father, her mother sees to it she is confined to her room for three months. Only when she agrees to the wedding they wish for her is she allowed more freedom—freedom that leads to a startling discovery about her fiancĂ©.
          Delphinia flees to Colorado, using another alias, Sarah Brown, only to discover one miner she wrote to married another bride, and the other was killed in a shootout. However, she is dead set on being married and in her own home to avoid what awaits her should her father track her down. She wants to find her own miner to marry, but the owner of the bridal agency has other ideas.
          Bennett Nighy makes furniture for his store in Jubilee Springs. He also makes caskets, and, by default, has assumed the job of town mortician. He enjoys his solitude. He is dead set on not complicating his life by getting married. However, he is terrible at keeping books, helping customers choose the proper furniture pieces, and he could use some help with the town’s decedents. Still, he might have been able to continue muddling through life on his own if only he hadn’t attended the town’s harvest dance.


Delphinia Blakewell inhaled as deeply as her tightly-cinched corset would allow, pasted a self-confident smile and her face, and strode with purpose towards the counter. The corner of her lips turned up even more as she noticed it was the young clerk manning the counter. He did not look at her with an air of suspicion the way the postmaster did.

          Delphinia spoke to his turned back. “Good morning. Do you have mail for Delia Brownlee?”

          The young man’s shoulders stiffened. He reached for two letters and turned slowly. “Yes, Miss Brownlee, but I’ve been instructed….” His eyes flickered to someone or something behind her on the left side.

          Delphinia knew without looking. Someone had followed her, probably one of her father’s minions. He must be behind her.

          Delphinia reached forward and grabbed the letters out of the clerk’s hands. Undoing her top button on the neckband of her stand-up collar with one hand, she stuffed the letters down her front. She rebuttoned her clothing and twirled around as Emery Garland, one of her father’s assistants, stopped within three feet of her.

          Garland held out his hand. “I’ll take those, Miss Blakewell. I have instructions from your father….”

          “You will not take them, Mr. Garland, unless you plan to assault my person in a public place. They belong to me.”

          The man huffed with irritation. “Miss Blakewell, please do not be difficult.”

          Delphinia raised her voice. “I am not being difficult, Mr. Garland. I am taking care of my personal business in a peaceful manner. It is you who are accosting me, making demands you have no right….”

          Your personal business, Miss Blakewell? You asked for mail for Delia Brownlee, which is not your name. Your parents wish to know why you are coming to a borough in which you have no business being, and posing as someone you are not, in order to exchange clandestine mail with men of suspicious origins and intents.”

          “With whom I correspond is none of your business, Mr. Garland. And there is nothing in my correspondence that should be viewed as suspicious. It is a private matter, and I will thank you to leave me alone. Go back to my father and tell him he has more important things to worry about than having my every move followed.”

          “Miss Blakewell, Your mother would be mortified if she knew of your conduct today.”

          “Let my mother be mortified. It would serve her right.” Although Delphinia muttered the statement under her breath, she knew Emery Garland heard her.

          “Don’t make me forcefully take them from you. He stepped closer, straightening to his full height in attempt to intimidate her. However, at five feet, eight inches tall, she refused to be intimidated by his height which exceeded hers by only an inch considering the two inch heels on her boots she wore.

          By now, a crowd in the postal building stood around gawking at the scene, hanging onto every word. Delphinia played to them, believing her best chance for safety lay in not being alone with her father’s man. “Forcefully take them in what manner, Mr. Garland? Do you plan to strip me in a public place? To rip my clothing from my body? To illegally take what is mine?” Delphinia turned to the clerk who now watched them open-mouthed, his eyes wide with astonishment. “Quick! Call for the constable. This man intends me harm.”

          Garland snorted with disgust and addressed the clerk. “You’ll do no such thing, young man. My boss, Mr. Franklin Blakewell, is well-known in this city. He has connections with all of New York’s politicians, state and federal. He will not only have your job, but will have your boss’s postmaster position. It was bad enough your postmaster took his position so seriously he refused to hand me these letters directly. Do not make matters worse by interfering with my job of returning Miss Blakewell to her parents.”

          Delphinia watched the young man step back. There would be no help from him. The others in the building looked on with rapt interest until she caught their eye. Then each turned away, unwilling to help. She turned and glared defiantly at her adversary. “You have no right to take me anywhere without my consent. I am of age, Mr. Garland. I have the right to go where I please.”

          Shaking his head, Emery Garland stepped forward and grabbed her elbow. “The way your father sees it, as long as you live under his roof, you follow his rules. He will not be pleased when he hears about this. He does not like you upsetting your mother.” His fingers and thumb pressed on the nerve in her elbow enough to cause her discomfort. She quickly realized if she did not go with him, he would increase the pressure until the pain would become unbearable. 

Dead Set Delphinia is being offered at the release day sale price of $.99 through Sunday, October 1st. After that time, the book will go to its regular price.

Dead Set Delphinia, at just under sixty-seven thousand words, is my first full novel in the series. To purchase Dead Set Delphinia from Amazon, please CLICK HERE.

The book is also available on Kindle Unlimited. The print version will be available soon.

I have available three other novellas in the Sweethearts of Jubilee Springs series.

Book 6:  Cat's Meow
Book 7:  Bargain Bessie
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Friday, September 29, 2017

Friday Feature: SAWYER'S ROSE by Kim Turner

About Sawyer’s Rose:

As if he doesn't have enough to handle between running outlaws out of Cheyenne, keeping his brothers out of trouble and avenging his father's death, sheriff Sawyer McCade's meddling mother just dumped a mysterious mail-order-bride on his doorstep. One woman can be more trouble than a band of renegades and while this one has him all stirred up, he'd rather get to the bottom of the story she isn't telling. 

Rose Parker had it all. Until she discovers a web of danger and deceit that sends her running to Cheyenne, posing as a mail-order-bride. Escaping the evils of New York seems sensible until she meets the unsuspecting sheriff who didn't ask for her, has no intention of marrying her and won't rest until he uncovers her secret and sends her back home. 

Sawyer’s Rose Excerpt:

          “I’m a lawman, remember, and I read people very well. I know when I’m only hearing part of a story.”
          Her blue eyes narrowed, and that too-enticing flush lit her cheeks to a bright pink. She darted past him to look out across the ranch and then spoke. “I came here  looking for a new life. Accepting a husband is a means to survival for any woman in the West. But getting here  and finding out you didn’t send for me—” She swung around. “Well that’s certainly a relief. I thought I was going to step off the train in Cheyenne, be whisked to the judge and right into your bed. Frankly, that idea was rather frightening.”
          Was she trying to be funny? It wasn’t that the  thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Bedding her would be more than interesting, but he didn’t need a wife. Not right now. “Then why are you here?”
          “I wanted to see the West and find adventure like I told you. So why not start here? Did you read the papers I sent?” She shook her head realizing he hadn’t. “I suppose your mother got those.”
          He supposed so, too.
          “I filled in my application.” She took a deep breath,  “And I realized I had led an incredibly normal life. An only child, raised by my father, schooled in the proper etiquette, sent to university, and spoiled to the point I hadn’t lived for myself. I am here to create a new life—my life. If you do not wish to marry, I will find my own way, which is probably best anyway.” She stared out across the horizon, blinking back tears.
          “You can’t stay here alone, not in Cheyenne. I’ll  get your fare paid and send you home.”
She snapped around and glared at him. “I will not be returning home, regardless of a marriage. You have no idea what I am capable of, and I think that makes me somewhat of a—thorn in your side?”
Sawyer wasn’t sure which was more annoying, her presence and will to stay or the thoughts she made him think. She wasn’t a thorn, but damned if he’d be able to sleep with her in the same house for any length of time.
When he only nodded, a knowing smile spread  across her face. “Good.” 
         As furious as he was, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sway of her hips as she spun around and went inside. She couldn’t possibly think she would be staying in Cheyenne as an unescorted woman. Well, he had no intention of marrying her either, and one way or the other he’d see her on a train back to New York if it was the last thing he did.

To purchase Sawyer’s Rose, please CLICK HERE.

About Kim Turner:

Kim Turner writes western historical romance, and discovered her passion of writing at the age of eight by writing poems, short stories and journals. Kim graduated from Clayton State University with a Bachelor's of Science in Nursing and holds a Master's Degree in Adult Education from Central Michigan University. Working as a registered nurse educator for over twenty-seven years, she enjoys studying the medical treatments of the old west as well as keeping up with the latest western movies and television series. While she loves reading anything from highlanders to pirates, she claims to have an unquenchable thirst for the American Cowboy when choosing her reads. Kim lives south of Atlanta with her husband and calls her greatest accomplishment the birth of one daughter and the adoption of another from China-neither of which came easy. Kim is a member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. Kim's Motto: It's All About A Cowboy and the Woman He Loves.

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