From Reid Lance Rosenthal we have the third book in his Thread’s West series Uncompahgre.

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Uncompahgre – where water turns rock red”, the third book of the series, continues the adventure and romance of this award winning story of us. The vanguard of five richly complex generations, having reached Cherry Creek, find their lives conflicted by family honor, hidden ambitions, and magnetic attractions forged in the fires of love, loss, hope, and sorrow. Some face life decisions – return to Europe or settle in the untamed Uncompahgre Valley, abandoning torrid love affairs ignited during the dangerous journey across America. The elderly slave couple, and an Oglala Sioux family introduced in Book Two, set their life sails to the winds of freedom, and struggle to comprehend the assault on their lands and culture. New characters catapult into this fast paced, passionate ongoing historical epic.

The Adventure and Romance of America, her people, her spirit, and the West. This is our story.

Available Aug 2013

Reid makes history come  to life and I so enjoy reading his stories and since I feel like sharing…….one todays commenters will receive a copy of Uncompahgre.


I recently won a copy of Tonya Burrows Seal of Honor – A Hornet Novel. I have a few more books to read before I get to open its pages but I sure do love the cover! And as an added bonus, I will also have my name used in a future novel, isn’t that cool!

military romance, romantic suspense, Navy SEALs

Yeah, Gabe wanted to use her all right, but it had nothing to do with her Spanish fluency. Not unless she cried out in Spanish during an orgasm.

Whoa. He put the brakes on those thoughts as his cock twitched in expectation. It’d been way too long for him if Miss Mouth, here, was this big of a turn-on.

And why the hell did he find her name-calling such an aphrodisiac, anyway?

“No,” he said between his teeth at the same time Quinn said, “That might not be a bad idea.”


Quinn shrugged. “Tactically, she’s an advantage.”

And the Machiavellian motherfucker never passed up an advantage. Gabe scrubbed his face hard with his palms. “She’s. Not. Trained.”

“Are you expecting opposition?”

Dammit. Quinn already knew the answer to that was a solid no. It was the only reason he’d risk going by himself to talk to the limo driver. Really, Armando Castillo should own a freakin’ phone. If he did, this all would be a moot point. “I’m not taking a civilian—”

“News flash, Gabe. We’re all civilians now.” Civilian.

His mouth froze on a comeback as the realization struck with the same force as a sucker punch to the solar plexus. Fuck, that hurt. Way more than it should have, and he had a moment of pure panic as his diaphragm refused to expand and let air into his lungs.

He was a civilian now. Damn.

“So it’s settled.” Audrey turned to face Quinn. “I’ll go with him and act as a translator.”

Settled? Far from it. He couldn’t take her anywhere with him unless it was to bed. Definitely not on an op, even one where he expected no resistance. She’d be a distraction of epic proportions, something that could get both of them killed in the wrong situation. Even now, he couldn’t stay on task and found his gaze wandering to her pert little rear end, so close in front of him he wouldn’t have to reach far to get a handful.

But how could he admit that in front of his men? Between Jean-Luc disobeying orders and Ian’s bad attitude, the natives were already restless, and if he admitted to a weakness—a woman, for shit’s sake—there would be anarchy.

He forced his mind back on task before the pulse in his cock became a full-on boner. Audrey wasn’t trained, true, but she spoke the language and knew the mores of Hispanic culture better than any of his men. She was better equipped to tell whether the limo driver was evading, hiding something, or downright lying to them.

He turned to her. “Could you shoot a firearm and not hit me if the situation came down to that?”

“I was born and raised in the South, honey, but I’m no southern belle. I shoot what I aim at,” she said in a tone so coated with sugar he was surprised her teeth didn’t rot. Then she flashed a smile as bright as that sinful yellow tank top she wore. “But it’s still up in the air whether I’ll aim at you or not.”

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