Hi
peeps,
I’m so excited to announce today is the release day for The Diamond Series Box Set! It’s my very first box set, and I’m so stoked to share it with you all. This set combines two of my favourite tales, ROUGH DIAMOND and FOOL’S GOLD, and are set in the old American west. I must admit, I was a bit hesitant to paddle around in the Western pool, but I had such a blast I’m glad I got over my apprehension! I love the no-nonsense frontier ladies, the uber-sexy, duster-wearing cowboys and the romantical nature of people forging into the great unknown. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them!
Cassandra
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Stop on by the Diamond Saloon,
where devious Englishmen blithely charm sceptical saloon owners and where
voluptuous singers archly tease the strong, silent type. Enjoy these two sexy
tales from Freewill, Wyoming.
ROUGH
DIAMOND
Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.
Owner of the Diamond Saloon and Theater, Alice Reynolds is astounded when a fancy Englishman offers to buy her saloon. She won’t be selling her saloon to anyone, let alone a man with a pretty, empty-headed grin…but then, she reckons that grin just might be a lie, and a man of intelligence and cunning resides beneath.
Rupert
Llewellyn has another purpose for offering to buy the pretty widow’s saloon—the
coal buried deep in land she owns. However, he never banked on her knowing eyes
making him weak at the knees, or how his deception would burn upon his soul.
Each
determined to outwit the other, they tantalize and tease until passion
explodes. But can their desire bridge the lies told and trust broken?
FOOL’S GOLD
Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.
Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.
Ethan
Garrett has a powerful need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous
redheaded singer scowls at him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t
stop to think on how his ire at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to
spend some time in her company.
When
a blizzard storms in, trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or find
their irritation for each other disguises something more?
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Lifting
the glass, Alice studied its contents. “There is nothing quite like the
enjoyment you get from a good whiskey. There’s the look and color of it, and
the way it burns in the light.”
“It’s
the same color as your eyes,” Llewellyn breathed, his own wide and empty of
thought.
A
smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. That’s right. Fool me into thinking
there’s not an ounce of calculation to your words. “Is it? Mighty kind of you
to notice.”
A
happy grin was her response.
Well
now, she was surely going to enjoy this. Setting her own half-smile, she tilted
her glass, watching as the whiskey caught the light of the candle. “Have you
ever noticed the feel of glass? It’s smooth against your fingers, and though
the whiskey burns you, the glass is cool. It seems strange, doesn’t it? That
such fire could come from something so cool.”
Intensely
aware of his gaze upon her, she brought the glass to rest on her bottom lip.
“You lift the glass to your lips, and all that coolness rests upon your flesh.
The scent of the whiskey hits you, sweet and fiery. Your mouth waters, and you
can’t wait to have it inside you. Slowly, so slowly, you tip the glass, teasing
yourself as long moments in want of its taste stretch unbearably.”
He
no longer wore a smile. Dark eyes watched her as strong fingers dug into the
glass before him.
A
prickle washed over her skin, her heart a steady beat in her chest. With hushed
voice, she continued. “Liquid slides down your throat. The flavor explodes
inside you, a glorious rush of sensation that overwhelms and consumes. You curl
your tongue, enjoying the lingering sensation in every part of your mouth.
Then, you look at the bottle.” Finally, she met his gaze direct. No subterfuge.
No tease. “And you know you can do it again.”
Excerpt from FOOL’S GOLD:
Turning
on her heel, Pearl marched off toward the stairs.
A
weird kind of panic jolted through Ethan, one he’d never felt before in all his
days. It was…he didn’t…. She couldn’t leave him. “Where are you going?”
She
whirled to face him, her irritation plain. “I was seeking my bed before your
arrival, and now I’m seeking it again. Help yourself to whiskey this one time.
I got better things to do.”
Shoving
to his feet, he strode to her. “Don’t just walk away when we’re discussing
things.”
“We
ain’t discussing nothing. You’ll be down here, waiting out the blizzard. I’ll
be in my bed, doing what I was gonna before you arrived. That’s the end of it.”
Taking
a step, she made to leave him. Again.
He
grabbed her arm. “Don’t leave me.”
“Don’t
tell me what to do.” Glaring at him, she stood before the bar, her magnificent
hair slipping from its pins, her breasts rising and falling.
Abruptly,
his mouth went dry. Clearing his throat some, he said, “You’re supposed to
offer succor to those in need.”
“We’re
closed, remember?” Paint-less lips pressed tight together, she glared up at
him.
They
were so close he could see the faint marks of freckles on her skin.
Pearl
La Monte had freckles.
A
kind of haze came over him, tightening his skin and bringing with it something
all-fired powerful and completely unstoppable. All the years he’d known her
crashed through him, all the times she’d flirted with him and meant something
else, all the times he’d seen her perform on stage and wished he could have
held such fire.
Grabbing
her upper arms, he hauled her against him and, ignoring her shocked gasp, he
covered her mouth with his.
Cassandra Dean is a best-selling,
multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SILK & SCARS, is book 3 of her popular Silk Series featuring law-loving peeps and their happily ever after. Her
next novel will be SILK & SCHOLAR, book 4 of
the Silk Series.
Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her
home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next
tale.
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2 comments:
Sounds delicious and I'm down with Cowboys! Congrats on release day. :)
Thanks, Landra! I really enjoyed writing these books and I hope people enjoy reading them just as much :D
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