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RELEASE TOUR – From Darkness to Light by Susan Horsnell

FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT

By SUSAN HORSNELL

Genre: M/M

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Max Sterling – his dream was to be a Criminal Lawyer. A dream he was on the way to achieving.

Jake Donovan – a young man in his last months of high school with a promising future as a star quarterback.

When these two meet while volunteering at a city food pantry, attraction sizzles. Before long they are planning a dream life together.

Then, tragedy strikes and they are torn apart. It would be seventeen years before their paths crossed again.

In the meantime, Ray Townsend – a lawyer who has suffered his own share of tragedy, enters Max’s life with a bang and turns his world upside down. 

Can Ray convince Max he is worthy of love? 

Will Max finally emerge from the depths of darkness into the light?


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Author Bio:

My name is Susan Horsnell and for 37 years, I worked as a nurse.

It was something I always wanted to do from the time I was a young child and I began treading this path as a 12 year old when I volunteered at the local hospital, helping the Pink Ladies sell magazines and sweets from a trolley.

I have always had an overactive imagination and teachers noted I had a great ability for writing at a young age.

When I retired I put pen to paper and a second long held dream became a reality with my first book – a Western Historical Romance was published in 2013.

My love of the Wild West came from my father, an avid Cowboys and Indian fan. From there, my imagination took over and I branched into other Romance Genres. My aim is to take the reader on a roller coaster of action, emotion, mystery and of course – love.

Hopefully, as they close the cover on one of my stories it will be with a satisfied sigh.

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A Tale Well Travelled

by Susan Horsnell, Margaret Tanner, Cherry Shephard,
Kathleen Kelly & Dzintra Sullivan

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Release Date: October 14

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When young archaeology student, Mitchell, discovers some unusual items, while digging up a paddock, he believes it could be a major find.

Following his instinct Mitchell risks his job and refuses to dig any further until Professor

Phinneus Groves, the most respected archaeologist from the university gives him the all clear.

Will the find be significant?

What tale do they have to tell?

YOU now sit at the crossroads, YOU are in control, YOU have five unique tales to follow.

Which way will you go?

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Chapter One

Two more hours and I can get off the damn front loader and go for a beer. Digging dirt for a new housing development is as boring as hell and, after ten straight days

I’ve had a gut full. One more year and I’ll have my Archaeology degree and yep, I’ll still be digging the stuff but it will be a hell of a lot more interesting. Instead of moving dirt from one place to another to add to the never ending concrete jungle, I’ll be moving it to uncover the past.

A flash of white in the long grass catches my eye and I shut off the machine. You can never be too careful on neglected sites where the undergrowth can be as high as three or more feet. It could be an animal, a child hiding from its parents or nothing more than a pile of stones. Whatever it is needs to be checked out. I could never forgive myself if I injured someone.

I jump down from the loader and stride through the grass which waves around me in the wind. I stand six feet four inches tall and the grass reaches my hips. Glimpsing the flash of white again, I warily approach. Pushing the vegetation aside, I find what appears to be a rock formation but it’s not natural. It’s shaped like a small pillar, around a foot high and two inches in diameter. My gut tells me it has been placed here for some specific purpose.

My curiosity is peaked and I crouch down to get a closer look. The rock of the pillar is smooth, weathered white, almost like marble. As the grass is blown by the wind, other pillars are revealed. I stand and examine each one. They are all identical, around the same height and arranged in a semi-circle. I’m intrigued. This is something my professor at University would be interested in having a look at. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I punch the button for his direct number and wait for his answer.


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Western Romance has always been my first love but I also write hot contemporary romance under my pen name A.L. Simpson.

In my Westerns I love to write about knock ‘em down – drag ‘em out fights, outlaws, bank robbery, stage hold-ups and romance.

In my Contemporary’s I write f/m, m/m and m/m/f. I usually draw on experiences for these and they usually cause more than a few tears for the readers.

When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs – 2 elderly Jack Russell Terriers – with my husband and travelling both overseas and in Australia.

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Margaret Tanner is an award winning, Australian author, who writes Historical Romance and Western Romance. She loves delving into the pages of history as she carries out research for her historical romance novels, and prides herself on being historically correct. No book is too old or tattered for her to trawl through, no museum too dusty. Many of her novels have been inspired by true events, with one being written around the hardships and triumphs of her pioneering ancestors in frontier Australia.

She has found from writing Western Historicals, that frontier Australia and frontier America, had many similarities, isolated communities, a large single male population and a lack of marriageable women.

Margaret is married and has three grown up sons, and two gorgeous little granddaughters. Outside of her family and friends, writing is her passion.

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Cherry Shephard writes dark stories of sexy alpha men and strong females.
After discovering her love of written romance at the tender age of 13, she’s not afraid to uncover the ugly pasts of her characters, to create beautiful futures that leave you breathless and wishing the story would never end.
 
Cherry lives in sunny Queensland, Australia, with Mr S, her children, and a zoo of animals.
When not writing, she can be found indulging in her other passion, watching horror movies.
Cherry loves to hear from her readers, and considers them her closest friends.
 

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Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!
She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Brisbane with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair called Grace and a Burmese called Jack.
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
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I am happily married to an amazing Canadian man and a mother of four delightful children. i fell in love with books as a young girl, reading Judy Blume and Enid Blyton. i progressed onto loving the supernatural genre as a teenager and never left.I live up in the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia, where the weather is always warm and sunny.It has always been a dream to write a book, but i have never had the self belief that i could. until i celebrated my 40th birthday. it hit me, “now or never” so I pulled on my big girl panties, picked up a pen and paper and didn’t look back.

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Where family isn’t always blood related, and the impossible love is possible if you believe.

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BLOG TOUR ~ Deputy by Susan Horsnell

Deputy
by Susan Horsnell

Blog Tour
Victorian Western Historical Romance
 
 
 

Synopsis

When James Glenmore locks up a feisty young girl because she causes a disturbance in the local saloon; he doesn’t realize both their lives are about to change forever.

They have to endure her father’s deadly temper, which has already destroyed her young life, before they can be free.

A band of outlaws target the bank in Gold Springs and several horrendous tortures and murders take place before the law finally catches up with them. James’ life is placed in grave danger.

James and Rebecca’s lives withstand all obstacles that are put before them but will James survive the capture of the cruel outlaws?

 

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James was concentrating on a report and twirling a cider in his hand when the front swinging doors were pushed in so hard they banged on the walls behind.
He swore the doors hit the wall so hard the whole building shook. He dropped his hand to
his colt as he kept his eye on the door.
A woman in the doorway roared.
“Pa, you get your good for nothing, lily livered ass off that stool and get home right this minute. I swear I’ll hog tie you and drag you there behind Peachy if you don’t move now.
If Peachy happens to release his business over you on the way home I wouldn’t be sorry.”
Tim March the owner and barkeep groaned. He really didn’t want any trouble.
The woman at the door drew James’ attention. The powerful banging of the doors and
thunderous voice came from a tiny package that a good gust of wind could have blown away.
She had chestnut brown hair that was more out of, than in a braid, eyes the colour of a
summer sky and the fullest, pinkest lips he had ever seen.
She wore a drab brown dress with no frills or lace and although old, it appeared to be clean. Like the woman, it was all business.
She had her hands placed on a pair of very curvy hips and her breasts looked full and firm. James cringed. She was everything he hated in a woman. He felt embarrassed for her father, whoever the unfortunate fella might be.
He relaxed his hand that had been hovering over his colt and watched to see how this would play out.
Every eye in the saloon was on her except for one mans’ and James guessed he must be her
father. He was perched on a stool and draped over the bar with a whiskey in his hand.
He watched with interest as she stomped her way towards him.
The man lifted his head but didn’t look at his daughter.
“Rebecca, what the devil do you think you’re doing? I’ve told you a thousand times, saloons are no place for a lady.”
She drew up alongside him.
“Wade Nolan, I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not a lady. I have never been one and I’m never gonna be one. If you weren’t always in a saloon I wouldn’t have to keep coming in to drag you home. Now get your sorry ass off that stool and get on home. There’s chores need doing and I’m not doing them all myself again.”
“Rebecca, please.” Wade lifted his hands to his head and slumped back down on the bar “Me
heads a hurtin’, just one more whisky for your old Pa eh?”
James watched with amusement as Rebecca moved closer to her Pa. No-one in the saloon had moved an inch. They were too engrossed with the exchange between father and daughter.
Wade was a huge man. James had seen him walk in earlier and figured he would be at least
a head taller than him.
Although he wasn’t muscular; he was wide in the chest.
His large belly, thanks to constant consumption of liquor, hung over his belt. Rebecca would have barely come to his waist. His ruddy face from years of drinking was heavily lined.
What happened next had James leaping from his chair and moving towards them in a
hurry.
Rebecca hooked her leg around the leg of the stool and yanked with all her strength.
As the stool tipped, Wade fell backwards onto the floor. His head hit the floor with a thud and his eyes glazed over.
Whether the cause was the whisky he’d been imbibing or his head hitting the floor, James didn’t know.
As she began moving toward her father again James grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her off her feet. She kicked and screamed, catching him hard in the shins with the heels of her boots. It caused him to let her go and she spun around to face him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing mister?” she yelled. She hadn’t noticed the
badge on his chest.
He noticed the fire in her eyes. She was one very angry young gal.
“Miss, you can’t go around treating people like that. You could have injured him real bad.” he said calmly.
She wasn’t paying attention to James as she’d noticed Wade had sat up and was rubbing the back of his head. She reached down to grab a handful of his hair but before she could get to it James grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Get your goddamned hands off me.”
With her free arm, and using all her strength, she swung. Her fist connected hard with James’ jaw. He stumbled back a step from the force of the punch but he didn’t release her. As she lifted her leg to stomp on his foot, James decided he’d had enough of this wildcat.
He flung her over his shoulder, picked up the report he’d been reading and headed for the saloon doors.
She pounded his back with her tiny fists and kicked her legs. “Put me down, you good for nothing mudsill.”
He took no notice. He picked up his Stetson from a peg near the door and jammed it onto
his head.
“Wade, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get yourself home and get those chores done. I’m gonna lock her up and let her cool off overnight. You can come by and get her in the morning. I’ll decide by then if I’m gonna press charges.”
“Yes sir, deputy.” Wade said as he scrambled to his feet.
He could hear the customers laughing as he left.
It was early summer and the night was warm. There were still a few people on the streets and Rebecca’s screaming and cussing attracted their attention as he stomped to the jail.
He unlocked the front door and carried her through the swinging door to a cell out the back. He dropped her onto the bunk and left, locking the door behind him.
She leaped up onto her feet and slammed up against the locked door. “You let me out of this godforsaken hoosegow right now.” she bellowed. “I’m not staying in here a minute longer.” She shook the door and stamped her feet.
James had his back leaned against the wall opposite with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was a picture of calm and this upset her even more.
“Let me out now.” She yelled at him. He noticed tears welling in her eyes.
James waited for a break in her tantrum before he spoke.
“I’m going out front now because thanks to you I’ll be spending the night. I’m telling you missy, you’re not going anywhere before morning. Now, calm down, hobble your lips and get yourself a good night’s sleep.”
She was pacing up and down the cell like a caged cougar.
As James walked away he heard the clanging sound of the drink mug. She’d picked it up
off the table beside the bed and was hitting the bars. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
He went into the small room off the front office which had a bunk and a washstand with a water pitcher. It was used by the sheriff and deputy for overnight stays. He poured water from the pitcher into the bowl and washed up. His jaw was tender and throbbing and he knew he’d have a decent sized bruise come morning. For such a tiny little thing she sure packed a wallop.
He shucked off his uniform, hung it on the wall pegs and crawled into bed. He could sure use a good night’s sleep but his head was beginning to ache from all her yelling and his jaw didn’t seem to want to quit its damn throbbing.
He had a feeling sleep wouldn’t come easy. To make matters worse he could hear the little hellion pounding on the bars of her cell and yelling to be let out.
When she hadn’t quieted after an hour he decided to get up and do something about it.
He dressed back into his uniform and grabbed the cell door key from the table beside his bunk.
His head and jaw now had a symphony going with their pounding pain and he was mighty
angry as he stormed down to the cell.
The minute Rebecca saw his thunderous face she knew she was in trouble. She dropped the mug onto the floor and jumped into the bed.
“Too late.” said James as he unlocked the cell door. She folded herself into a tight ball and pressed against the wall at the top of the bed.
She watched in fear as he stalked towards her.
He picked her up like she weighed no more than a feather and sat down on the bed. He laid her face down across his thighs, lifted her skirts and proceeded to spank her backside.
She yelled, cussed and kicked but James continued.
After a few minutes James pulled her skirts back down, sat her on the bed and stormed back out the door picking up the mug on his way.
“Now, go to sleep.”
“Yes sir.” Rebecca squeaked. Tears flowed over her cheeks as she undressed and climbed into the bunk.
James went back to his room, shucked off his uniform for the second time that night and got back into bed.
His stinging hand had joined in the symphony with his head and jaw.
Because of his anger he’d hit her a bit harder than he’d intended and thought to himself she’s sure gonna have a sore backside in the morning I bet.
The rest of the night was quiet but James didn’t get much sleep.
He tossed and turned with images of Rebecca’s shapely backside and legs filling his mind.
  



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I grew up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50’s and 60’s and have always been a fan of Cowboys, Indians and Outlaws.
 
During my years as a nurse I would write down ideas and when I retired five years ago I finally published my first book – The Glenmore’s: Revenge. This developed into a four part series.
 
Since then I have published a further eleven Western Romance books and one
contemporary. My westerns are set in Texas, USA during the 19th century and my contemporary in Sydney, Australia.
 
When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs with my husband and travelling.
 
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Revenge by Susan Horsnell Blog Tour

 

Revenge
by Susan Horsnell
Blog Tour
Victorian Western Romace

Synopsis
The
Glenmore Family come to the assistance of a young girl who has been beaten and
horse-whipped then left to die on the track leading to their ranch. She is
taken to their ranch to recover; the outlaws responsible for her beating keep
watch in the hopes they can recapture the girl and obtain the information they
are sure she has. The search for the outlaws becomes a matter of urgency when
murder, shootings, robbery and beatings affect the Glenmore Family. Rangers are
brought in and the assistance of local Indians is sought. A story about the
most tender love; as well as murder, greed and intrigue.
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George
and James dropped back to re-join their father and as they discussed ranch
business they kept their eyes on Laura up ahead. She had just crossed the tree
line and had disappeared from their sight. Joseph had just opened his mouth to
call her to stay in sight when they heard her blood curdling scream. 
The three
men wasted no time spurring their horses into a gallop and headed in the
direction the scream had come from.
Laura had
dismounted and was on the ground next to a small bundle which rested half on
and half off the track. Tears flooded her cheeks and she was shaking
uncontrollably. When she spotted her father she jumped from the ground and
raced towards him. Joseph was off his horse in a flash and folded her into his
arms. While she buried her face in her father’s chest George and James
dismounted and moved to check the small bundle which they could now see was the
body of a young girl.
“Pa, you
better come fast!” called George.
Joseph
peeled Laura away from him and reached inside his pocket for a cloth to wipe
her tear stained face. Holding her hand he guided her to a nearby rock and
gently encouraged her to sit. He grabbed his canteen of water from his saddle
bag and handed it to her “Drink Laura. Don’t move darlin’ we’ll be right over
here” She gulped thirstily from the canteen while she continued to sob.
Joseph
approached his sons and couldn’t stifle the gasp which escaped him as he looked
at the ‘bundle’ for the first time. He could now see it was a young girl, about
the same age as Laura. Her clothing had been torn to the waist and across the
once creamy skin of her back were at least two dozen bloody welts.
Joseph
removed his hat and immediately began firing off instructions to his shocked
sons. “James, fetch blankets, water and as many clean cloths as you can find!
George, hobble the horses so they don’t wander. Keep an eye out for Ben with
the board so he doesn’t run over us”
The boys
answered in unison “Yes, Pa!” and raced off to complete their tasks.
As the
boys followed his orders Joseph assessed the young girl’s wounds further. I
will get the bastards who did this! he vowed to himself.
Just at
that moment, Ben, the youngest son, drove up with the buckboard and their
supplies. Seeing his family moving around ahead, his father attending to
something on the ground, he brought the horses to a stop.
 “Ben! We have a badly injured girl. Clear a
space in the buckboard and lay some blankets so when we are ready we can take
her home to Ma!” called out James.
Ben
jumped down and began re-arranging the rear of the buckboard. “What’s happened
James?”
“Not sure
yet, we just came up on her. Pa and George are with her now”
Where’s
Laura?” asked Ben concerned for his sister.
“Just
over yonder on a rock. She’s very upset, was her that found the girl! After the
board is ready go sit with her, I need to get these supplies to Pa”
James
hurried back to where Joseph and George were waiting with the girl. “Ben’s
arrived Pa, he’s clearin’ a space in the buckboard and is going to calm Laura”
“Thanks
son. She is bad. Looks like she has a broken leg from the angle it’s at, a
broken arm and all them welts, cuts and bruises!” We need to patch her up as
best we can and get her to Ma”
“She’s
lost a lot of blood Pa” commented George “Will she make it?”
“I don’t
know son but we will do our best for her”
“Who
would do this?” asked an angry James to no-one in particular.
“I have
no idea” answered Joseph “but I intend to find out and get this little girl
some justice!”
“Buckboard’s
ready” shouted Ben
“Go find
four pieces of wood to splint an arm and a leg” called George “be as quick as
you can”
“On my
way” called Ben running into the trees.
Joseph
removed the lid from a canteen he’d been handed and poured water onto a cloth.
As gently as he could he began to clean the wounds and only then could they see
the extent of the damage from the vicious attack.
With her
back wounds cleaned up a little the three men gently lifted her onto a blanket
which was spread on the ground, turning her over as they did so.
They
inhaled deeply when they saw the girl’s face. Both of her eyes were swollen
shut. She had a large cut over one eye which would require stitches. Blood had
seeped into her raven black hair and congealed which left her hair in a sticky,
tangled mess. Her lip was split and her cheek badly bruised. Dirt and dust had
combined with blood from her wounds to form a muddy mess over much of her body.
George
quickly covered her with a spare blanket to protect her dignity but couldn’t
help noticing her perfectly formed breasts and slim waist which brought a
stirring to his loins.
Goddamn
it George! What’s wrong with you? You are looking at a woman’s breasts and
getting randy when you should be more concerned with her injuries! And you’re
s’posed to be courtin’ Marybeth!
Joseph
took clean cloths, doused them in water and proceeded to clean her face.
“Where do
you want these Pa?” asked Ben holding up four good sized sticks.
“I’ll take them. Thanks Ben” said James “Go sit with Laura”
Author Bio

 

I grew up
in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50’s and 60’s and have always been a
fan of Cowboys, Indians and Outlaws.
During my
years as a nurse I would write down ideas and when I retired five years ago I
finally published my first book – The Glenmore’s: Revenge. This developed into
a four part series.
Since
then I have published a further eleven Western Romance books and one
contemporary. My westerns are set in Texas, USA during the 19th century and my
contemporary in Sydney, Australia.
When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs with my husband and
travelling.
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