Monday, October 3, 2016

Stolen Away (Hearts of Montana #3) by Jennie Marts: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Elusive charmer Cash Walker is a tough-as-nails cowboy, except when it comes to the shy woman who shows up with a pretty smile, a wounded spirit, and a goat riding shotgun in her passenger seat.Recently divorced from an abusive husband, Emma Frank has come home to Broken Falls, Montana. Lost, alone, and unable to escape the bullying tactics of her ex-brothers-in-law, she finds solace and friendship at the Tucked Away farm and with the handsome cowboy who believes in her and who helps her find her own courage.

There’s a darkness in Cash’s past that’s kept him from ever letting anyone get too close, but he can’t seem to stay away from Emma, who seems to be the one to finally break through his tough exterior and steal this cowboy’s heart.

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About the Author:

Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship and intrigue. She is a USA TODAY Best-selling author and writes for Entangled Publishing. Reviewers call her books “laugh out loud” funny and full of great characters that are “endearing and relatable.”

She is living her own happily ever after in the mountains of Colorado with her husband, two sons, two dogs and a parakeet that loves to tweet to the oldies. She’s addicted to Diet Coke, adores Cheetos, and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes, or friends.

Her books include the contemporary western romance Hearts of Montana series, the romantic comedy/ cozy mysteries of The Page Turners series, and her latest series about hot hockey players, the Bannister Brothers Books.

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“I don’t know why I told you all that stuff.” She looked at the ground, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t usually talk this much.”

“It’s okay. I’m happy to listen. But if you’re back living with your dad, does that mean you’re looking for a job in Broken Falls?”

She shrugged and rubbed at a white line of scar tissue that crossed her lower arm.

He wondered if Leroy had given her the scar. He’d take a bet that he had.

“I guess. I don’t know where to look though. It’s not fair to the business to have those two—what’d you call ’em— asshats—showing up and causing them to lose customers.”

The corner of her lips curved up again at the slang term.

“You just need to find a place that won’t put up with that nonsense. A place where you feel safe.”

She blinked back sudden tears, and it almost tore his heart in two. Maybe that hadn’t been the best word. Did she really feel safe anywhere? Having Leroy behind bars should have given her some peace, but instead his two idiot brothers were now following her around and intimidating her.

A notion sparked in his mind. “I have an idea. You free later this afternoon? Can you come into town with me say around three o’clock or so? I might have just the place for you to work. It might only be part-time hours, though.”

“That would be okay. I’d take anything right now.” Her look of fear turned to one of barely disguised hope, then changed to an expression of wariness. “Why would you want to help me? You barely know me.”

His chin dropped, and he raised an eyebrow, ready to lay on the charm and the slow grin that came so naturally to him when it came to pleasing women. But something in him held back, kept his flirty smile in check. He knew his charm worked on women, young and old, gorgeous and plain.

Hell, he’d been using it since he was a teenager and realized a well-placed compliment and a seductive smile could open doors for him and literally charm the pants off some women.

But Emma wasn’t some woman.

He’d only been in her presence less than an hour, but he recognized something in her. Not just the fact that they’d gone to school together— he barely remembered her from then—but the fear in her eyes was something he knew. The way she tried to be brave, but shied away from trouble, smoothing things over and not causing waves. Those were things he recognized—things he remembered from a past long ago—from a time that he’d put behind him, sealed up in tight boxes and shut behind a locked door.

No, this woman didn’t need the charming role he usually played—didn’t need to be flirted with and teased, complimented or seduced.

She’d touched him, stirred something in his heart, something that made him want to help her.

What Emma Frank needed right now was a friend.

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