A little background information:
Love’s Sweet Vengeance holds a special place in my heart. I first thought of the idea of writing an old western romance about thirty years ago. I researched it and came up with a first draft of the novel, which I revised over and over and sent out feelers to agents at the time. It was, of course, rejected.
I took it out of storage, dusted it off, and rewrote it several months ago. Because I still had my research, the writing went fast. I completely rewrote it from the original version. I changed the characters’ names, the locations, the plot, everything. The newer, updated version is far better than the original and I enjoyed writing it immensely.
There are lots of surprises packed into this version and a heavy dose of romance, danger, and adventure. I hope you enjoy reading my story and living life in 1866 vicariously through my characters Amanda and Garrett.
—Joanne C. Berroa
BLURB: Love’s Sweet Vengeance
The Old West in 1866 spells romance and danger. Pair a smart and independent lady sheriff in New Mexico Territory with a virile bounty hunter and you get sizzling chemistry, even though they’re at odds with each other and their objectives.
Garrett Wade and Amanda Larson form a truce to work together to track down Clem Jones, the outlaw responsible for Garrett’s wife’s murder. But will the justice they’re after consist of Amanda’s way or Garrett’s? Amanda, a lawman first and foremost, wants to bring Jones in for a fair trial, but Garrett wants only revenge–to put a bullet between the wretched outlaw’s eyes.
Their quest leads them into mortal danger, while a powerful lust brings them together in ways neither bargained for. Can they survive the peril, exact justice, endure a gut-wrenching separation, and still nurture their lust into an abiding love?
EXCERPT: Love’s Sweet Vengeance
Through the trees a gray wolf appeared, its fangs dripping with saliva. The wolf saw Amanda the same time she saw it. She leveled the gun in her hand and was about to release a warning shot to scare away the wolf.
“Fire that gun and you’ll alert Clem Jones you’re on his tail.”
She turned quickly to her left where a man in black attire sat atop a handsome stallion. On his head was a ten gallon hat with ties beneath his chin. She recognized the face as that of Garrett Wade.
“How’d you get out of jail?” she asked.
He removed his hat and flung it deftly in the wolf’s direction, sending the animal scurrying back into the woods. Garrett dismounted and retrieved his hat. Dusting it off on the side of his leg, he crossed to where Amanda was standing.
“Your deputy’s a good man, Sheriff,” he said. “We had a little chat. I explained to him if he let me go, I’d look out for you and make sure no harm came to you. He said he promised your pa he’d take care of you. He admitted he didn’t like you riding out alone after that sonofabitch Jones.”
“John let you go?” she said, her pretty blue eyes wide as saucers.
“Sometimes it takes a man like him and not a boy like you to know what’s right and what’s wrong. He shares the same code of honor as I do.”
She frowned. Had she heard him correctly? He thought she was a boy? “A boy?” she said incredulously. “Are you calling me a boy?” Her scowl showed her irritation.
“No offense. You look kinda young to be a man.”
“You are a fool, Mister Wade. I’m not a boy. I’m a woman. ”
Even in the waning light she could see his startled expression and it pleased her. The idiot couldn’t tell a woman from a boy.
He looked her over as if seeing her for the first time then a slow smile spread across his face. He laughed. “Well, I’ll be damned. A woman sheriff? What won’t they think of next?”
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