Friday, November 24, 2017

Devil in Texas Lady Law and the Gunslinger Series Book 1 by Adrienne deWolfe


Devil
in Texas
Lady
Law and the Gunslinger Series Book 1
by
Adrienne deWolfe
Genre:
Historical Romance

Pinkerton
Agent Sadie Michelson poses as a casino singer to investigate a Texas
Senator. Before she can cozy up to her quarry, she must get past his
bodyguard, William Cassidy, her long-lost lover.





An
outlaw seeking redemption, Cass was lured to Texas by the promise of
a Ranger badge. But he hasn’t forgotten the sassy siren, who toyed
with his heart. When Sadie proposes a truce, Cass suspects she’s
hiding something.


With
assassins dogging their heels, Cass and Sadie uncover a murder
conspiracy in the senate. To stay alive, they must do the one thing
they’re dead set against: trust each other.









Dance
to the Devil's Tune
Lady
Law and the Gunslinger Series Book 2

Maestro’s
music creates mindless puppets, who commit crimes at his command. To
lure the sinister jewel thief out of hiding, Pinkerton Agent Sadie
Michelson poses as a wealthy widow.





Fearing
for her safety, William “Cass” Cassidy, her hotheaded lover,
hatches his own plot to end Maestro’s killing spree. But his daring
gamble backfires and costs him Sadie’s trust.


Now
Cass is on the run, hunted by Maestro and the Pinkertons. Torn
between her mission and her gunslinging lover, Sadie must stop Cass’s
showdown with Maestro, or she’ll lose her badge—and her man.



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DEVIL IN TEXAS
Book 1, Lady Law & the Gunslinger
By Adrienne deWolfe

As the other players left the table, Sadie sprawled man-like in her chair, doing her best to look drunk and stupid. God knew, she'd observed enough rednecks to know how to mimic one.
According to the bouncer, Cass was hunting for her in the crowd. Sadie wasn't surprised. In fact, she'd prepared. That's why she'd donned a dingy linen sack suit (which was the ugliest thing she'd ever worn); blue-tinted railroad spectacles (to turn her amber eyes a shade of green;) flesh-toned putty to hide the freckles on her nose, and auburn facial hair. Knowing Cass as she did, she figured she was due for a monumental showdown.
Her mind flashed back to a torrid night in Dodge, when she'd insisted she was a business woman who would never give her heart to any man. He'd taken offense at the idea. When she'd refused to make an exception, even for him, he'd used his lariat to bind her to the posts of her bed. She could still hear his provocative drawl above her ripping breaths as he'd tantalized her feverish, sensitized nakedness.
A lusty smile curved her lips.
'Stop that!' her ever-practical brain railed at her nether region. What the Rebel Rutter knew about love could probably be poured into a thimble!
As if on cue, Cass tossed back his tequila, strolled to her table, and straddled a chair.  She struggled to ignore the captivating shower of sparks that danced along her nerves. The crackle of current between her and Cass had always been like some hungry, growling thing. Never had it been more dangerous than tonight, when she had to keep her head cool and her heart hard to discern the truth from his lies.
He doffed his Stetson and set it on the table. "The name's Cassidy," he said in ironic tones. "William. Most folks call me Cass."
"Uh-huh."
"You got a name?"
"Depends on what I'm wearing."
The twitch in his lips betrayed his mirth. He'd maneuvered his chair close enough for her to catch the faint whiff of sandalwood soap.
"Seems like we've met before," he drawled.
"Must've been a past life."
"As I recollect, you weren't so fond of wearing a beard back then."
"A wretched nuisance," she confided. "It itches like hell."
"I like it."
"You would."
Never missing a beat, she dealt the first hand for Stud Poker. The Queen of Hearts showed on her side of the table, the Knave of Hearts on his.
"How fitting." His baritone was velvety, nearly a croon. Picking up chips, he tossed them to the center of the table. He'd staked 100 dollars.
Showboater.
Peeking at her cards, Sadie was hard-pressed not to sigh. They were crap, but she called his bet anyway.
"Don't know too many men who wear sun-shades in a poker game," he drawled.
"You calling me a cheat?"
"You wanna wrassle over it?"
"You'd only get whupped."
He flashed all those pretty teeth. "That's why I brought an extra lariat."
She ducked her head to hide her smirk. Oh, he really was a cut-up.


Book Description




Book
3, The Devil Plays with Fire coming soon!



Adrienne
deWolfe is the #1 bestselling author of action-packed Historical
Romance novels, where feisty Heroines buck the conventions and true
Heroes must be wickedly funny. Her critically acclaimed series
include Wild Texas Nights, Velvet Lies, and Lady Law & The
Gunslinger. 





When
Adrienne’s not writing, she can often be found dragging her
sopping-wet feline out of the bathtub. (Because Krazy Kat — who
thinks she’s a shark — gets her kitty jollies by cannon-balling
into the water while Adrienne’s soaking in it.) 


On
other days, Adrienne wages war with her printer. (You think we jest?
See her post, “Help! My Printer Has a Poltergeist!” at
http://writingnovelsthatsell.com/humor-my-printer-has-a-poltergeist/

Fascinated
by all things mystical, Adrienne writes a blog about dragons, magic,
haunted pizza, the Universal Law of Attraction, and other weirdness
she can’t explain at http://MagicMayhemBlog.com. 

She
also writes a blog featuring tips about the business of writing at
http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com, where you’ll find lots of writing
resources. She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers
professional fiction-coaching. 

Would
you like to learn more about her novels? Her characters? Her zany
writer’s life? Join her behind the scenes by subscribing to her
blog at http://WildTexasNights.com






Guest Post:

Poker Superstitions: Humor from the Old West
By Adrienne deWolfe, National Bestselling Author

So you want to play poker, eh?  Well, you’d best check your pocket watch, pard.  Playing cards on a Friday night, before 6 pm, is bad luck in these parts!
‘Course, if you encounter a hunchback on the way to the casino, Lady Luck might overlook your faux pas – unless the hunchback is female. 
Yep, these were some of the superstitions, running rampant through the gambling dens of the Old West. Some of these superstitions make a modicum of sense.  For instance, “Cards should never be played on a polished surface – or in the company of a dog.”  (Like I said, a modicum of sense.)
But for the most part, gambling superstitions are just as crazy as you might expect.  Here are some of my faves:
1. Be sure to play with a spider in your pocket. That way, you’ll rake in big wins. 
2. Dealt the Four of Clubs?  Say your prayers, pard. That card symbolizes the Devil’s four-poster bed. 
3. If you’re planning to be a thief, never steal a deck of cards, or else, you’ll get caught.  (Note from Adrienne:  I guess the deck squeals like a pig, or something?)
4.  Want a sure-fire way to improve your luck?  Walk around your chair three times before you play.  And wear polka dots.
A high-stakes card game figures prominently in Devil in Texas (Book 1, Lady Law & The Gunslinger Series.)  Enjoy the zingers in the fast-paced excerpt, below, as our outlaw hero tracks his ex-lover to a saloon, where she’s working undercover as a Pinkerton Agent.



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  1. Thank you for hosting my tour on your fabulous blog. Hugs!

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