Today is a book blurb blitz tour stop for Callie Hutton’s time-travel/western novel A Tumble Through Time.
Callie has a couple of giveaways during her tour:
--an e-copy of Emma’s Journey to a randomly drawn commenter at every stop
--and a grand prize of a $25 Amazon or BN.com gift card to a randomly drawn commenter
To be entered to win, leave a comment below (and a way for Callie to get in touch). And to increase your chances of winning, you can visit other tour stops and leave comments there, too.
Anna Devlin, a recently jilted bounty hunter is a modern woman from the twenty-first century. She is anxious for the hearing that will reinstate her law enforcement career, but an encounter with a strange Native American woman sends Anna back in time to the year 1870.
Federal Marshal Wesley Shannon of Denton, Kansas, has no idea where this woman with the strange clothing and way of speaking came from. Since he fights his own inner demons, the last thing he needs is an attraction to a woman who has given him no clear idea who she is.
But when danger arrives in the form of stagecoach hold ups where drivers and passengers are being killed, Anna torments Wes with plans to help him bring in the outlaws.
Will Wes be able to keep Anna out of harm’s way, or will his attraction to her distract him enough that they are both in danger?
She hurried down the boardwalk, head lowered, deep in thought, when she ran smack into a wall of muscle.
“Whoa.” Wes captured both of her arms as she slammed into his warm chest. “Where you going in such a hurry?” The moonlight caught his expression as he frowned. “And what are you doing out on the streets this late at night?”
Anna bristled. “Is there a law against it, marshal?”
Why did she always feel like a little girl when she locked horns with this man?
“No, ma’am. I’m just trying to protect the people of the town. Especially from women who can clobber a fella without raisin’ dust.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
He held both hands up in surrender, his lips twitching. “Not me.” He cupped her elbow. “Allow me to escort you to the hotel, Miss Devlin.”
She slanted him a glance. “My, how chivalrous.”
Slowly, he slid her arm into the crook of his elbow and rested his hand on hers. “Seriously, Anna, you shouldn’t be running around town after dark. Life can be dangerous. You never know . . .”
Something in his voice made her look sharply at him. The lines bracketing his mouth had tightened, and she could feel the tension in his arm. What secret memories did this man harbor? Or was this merely the male protectiveness of a lawman in the eighteen seventies?
Author Bio and Links:
Callie has been making up stories since elementary school, and writing gave her a way to turn off the voices in her head. After having a number of articles and interviews published in newspapers and magazines, she took on what she’d always dreamed of. Writing that book. She currently has a number of both historical and contemporary romance books published. Visit her website for more information.
She currently lives in Oklahoma with her husband and adult children who move in and out with alarming regularity. Add three rescue dogs and the household is complete—and full. She enjoys hearing from her readers, and would love to have you visit her on Facebook.