This May/September romantic suspense follows the teenage waif from
the group home where Cassie worked in Book One. No longer a teenager,
Daisy is carving a life for herself in spite of threats from her past.
Today’s excerpt comes immediately after last Sunday’s, where a strange man frightened the horse Daisy was working with in the Arlington Park barn.
frowned and sputtered before speaking.
“Sorry, kid, I didn’t mean to
you in danger. Don’t know
a damn thing about horses. I’ll be the first to admit that.”
Daisy exhaled slowly. “Okay, so why are you here?” She shifted her weight from foot to foot. An odd sensation swept over her—one she didn’t like. This man, although ignorant as hell about horses and barn etiquette, had an air of confidence that suggested he knew he belonged—whether in the board room, on a sailboat, or even in her barn. His staring made her uncomfortable, and she didn’t like being uncomfortable.
When the chips are down, there’s nobody there. Willowy blonde Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra, but she’s unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood’s urgent pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad debt and is thrust into Daisy’s world. She teaches him about horse racing; he teaches her about love. When Daisy’s seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick’s safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she still want him?
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Smoke (Riders Up, Book Three). Contest details at the end of the post,
and of course, Willow Smoke is always free to read on Kindle Unlimited.
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When we lived in northern Minnesota, our forty acres included a small marshy area that grew willow shrubs. I always cut some branches each spring and set them in a vase inside to open as pussy willows, usually the first blossoms of the year. My husband dabbled in wood carving while we lived there, and gnarled willow sticks made inviting projects to carve, sand, and stain.
Enter Daisy Matthews, the waif Cassie rescued through her
Chicago group home job in Riders Up, Book One. By Book Three, Daisy is
tall and lanky and holding her own as an assistant trainer at Chicago’s Arlington
We did not have a title when we began writing this book, but we did know our characters. The much older Nick Underwood has left the stock market, where he made a killing, and he now runs a small company crafting handmade wooden canoes. When he first encounters Daisy in the Arlington Park track barn, he doesn’t know her name, but he’s struck by her smoky eyes and her tall willowy frame. He decides to call her Willow. Our title was born, but we had no idea how important this small shrub genus would become in our story.
As the story gradually made its way onto the page, we sent Nick and Daisy on a canoeing trip to northern Minnesota’s boundary waters, which we so often enjoyed ourselves. On their way home, he stops at a friend’s home (forty acres and a farmhouse, imagine that!). Daisy has often watched Nick working the wood at his shop, and his friend finds an appropriate willow stick and talks her into getting started with it.
We won’t give away the story’s ending here – I’ll just say
that Daisy’s willow stick plays an important role when the chips are down.
When the chips are down, there’s nobody there.
Willowy blonde Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra, but she’s unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood’s urgent pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad debt and is thrust into Daisy’s world. She teaches him about horse racing; he teaches her about love. When Daisy’s seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick’s safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she still want him?
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Here’s the opening scene:
“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished
wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to
evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they’d been two hours
It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of
ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do
it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss
said when he promoted her to assistant trainer.
Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with
being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some
claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl
from the wrong side of the tracks.
RainbowBlaze took a step forward.
“I know.” Daisy groaned. “Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I
got lost daydreaming. You’re right. Taking care of you is an important job.”
She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”
“Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?”
The horse reared and pawed.
“It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept her voice soft and ran her
hand slowly along the mare’s neck.
When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of
the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled
at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He
looked like he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.
The man peered over wire-rimmed glasses like he knew
something she didn’t. Or was he appraising her? Why? His dark hair set off a
chiseled face; it was hard to guess his age, but she could see a few gray hairs
at his temples. He was money. Understated, but money. Probably the stock
market. What was he doing in her barn?
She thrust her jaw at him. “So who the hell are you? Don’t
you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s working with a horse?”
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This May/September romantic suspense follows the teenage waif from the group home where Cassie worked in Book One. No longer a teenager, Daisy is carving a life for herself in spite of threats from her past.
sounds of the apartment buzzer penetrated Daisy’s sleep. She rolled over and
pulled a pillow over her head. The buzzer continued ringing sporadically.
“Go away,” she grumbled. “It’s Monday. It’s my day off.”
the futon, she grabbed her robe and poked her arms through the armholes as she
strode angrily toward the entry. She’d have to remember to get the landlord to
fix that damn buzzer. Maybe she should just snip the wires.
Daisy peered through the peephole and grew deathly still. Why had he come? She didn’t want him to know this part of her world. With fingers trembling slightly, she turned the knob and opened the door.