Friday, May 24, 2013

It's Official, Castillo's Fiery Texas Rose has its release.

I know you've seen me around promoting my western romance, Castillo's Fiery Texas Rose on Amazon, but today is a very special day. Today, Castillo appears in The Wild Rose Press catalog as its official release day. I'm honored to be with The Wild Rose Press and thrilled to bring this story to you.

Growing up watching all those wonderful westerns in the 60's gave me an appreciation for history. My hero, Trace Castillo is a mixture of Henry Darrow's Manolito Montoya, Tim Matheson's James Joseph Horne, and James Arness's Matt Dillon. I loved watching these hero's get in and out of trouble each week. So talking the good, the handsome, and the cheeky from each of their characters, I created my half Mexican, half Anglo hero.

As we know, each hero must have a heroine. What better heroine to have than Maureen O'Hare. I always loved her feisty, rebellious nature to contradict to the idea of women in those wonderful John Wayne movies. So my red-headed Irish lass, Mary Rose Thornton was born.

It was a pleasure to write this story and an honor to now be a part of The Wild Rose Press family. Thanks go out to my editor, Nan Swanson; my cover artist, Angela Anderson; and owner Rhonda Penders for accepting this humble writer.
Blurb: Mary Rose Thornton is the only survivor of an attack that leaves her brother dead. Although investigation suggests he was planning to sell army weapons to the Mexican renegades, she knows he would never have done such a thing. Avenging his death and saving the family business by running it herself are a double challenge, and a lawman with a mistaken sense of honor stands in her way.

U.S. Marshal Trace Castillo is committed to keeping the peace, but no badge can protect his heart when it comes to a fiery Texas Rose. His hands are full with a hotheaded Irishwoman determined to find justice. Can he clear her brother's name and locate the stolen rifles before innocent people are murdered?


excerpt

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s not my right to work,” she hissed. “My brother may be dead, but I own that freight company. It is my blood, my sweat, my life!”

“Your life,” he scoffed. “Your death, Miss Thornton, if you keep up with this foolhardy attempt.”

She flashed him a look of disdain. “You pompous windbag.” Her nostrils flared and color crept into her cheeks. “Don’t you preach to me! I intend to honor my brother’s memory by making Thornton’s the best freight company in Texas.”

Her fire set his blood aflame. Any other woman would have run in the opposite direction. In defiance, she stepped closer, glaring up at him, the color of her eyes deepening from blue to deep indigo. In their depths a sparkling of fire leaped and could not go unchallenged. Unable to control his movements, Trace reached out and grasped her by the waist, his broad hands nearly spanning her middle.

“Oh, yes.” His words tumbled over his lips, deep, throaty, and laced with desire. “You’ll make a name for yourself. Every unmarried man, every scoundrel, and every hot blood in southwest Texas will turn up on your doorstep. They will watch the tilt of your head, the sway of your skirts, and try to catch the shimmer of fire in that fine head of hair.”

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=176_146&products_id=5184

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