Rebel Bride by Morgan K. Wyatt - Virtual Tour and Giveaway

Today we're spotlighting author Morgan K. Wyatt on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for the early American historical romance, "Rebel Bride". She's sharing an exclusive excerpt with us.

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Eileen Sewell sparks plenty of gossip by spiteful matrons and their horse-faced daughters that she’d find herself alone due to her picky ways. Of course, she didn’t believe them. Then again, she also didn’t expect to be a mail order bride either. It wasn’t easy snagging a husband who hadn’t heard about her willful nature. Eileen finally gave up hope of finding love, and decided to settle for whatever she’d find out west. If that wasn’t lowering enough, she’d just witnessed the first train robbery. Unfortunately, the outlaws saw her too. Enter Marshal Colt Sheppard, who excels at extracting information from reticent witnesses. His crooked smile and broad shoulders shouldn’t charm her. She’d played this game before, only she never had a worthy adversary. Talk about bad timing.

John, the robber, began whispering in his oily voice.

“I found you, Red. It wasn’t that hard. Most people remember a red-haired woman, especially one that causes as much trouble as you.”

She wanted to protest the charge, but even in what she hoped was a dream, she knew to keep her mouth shut. The man kept talking, not in need of a response. Perhaps, he was having a long conversation with himself.

“I heard talk you cozied up to the marshal. You wouldn’t have been foolish enough to talk about what you saw, now would you?”

The words touched her ear, causing a shudder of distaste. The threat contained in the words was explicit. She fidgeted in her seat, trying to fake sleep while cringing away from the man. She needed to let the robber know she hadn’t said anything. Oh, she had, but he didn’t have to know.

With her eyes still closed, she managed to murmur the words as if in a drowsy half-sleep. “Not foolish, did not trust marshal.” The words reflected the truth to a degree. She did not trust Marshal Colt Shepard with her heart. Nor was she stupid enough to tell an outlaw something that might get her killed.

She wanted to break free of John’s oily voice and smelly breath. Could this be a dream, a bad one? Did dreamers know when they were dreaming? The cold steel of a gun snout pushed into her rib cage obliterated the dream theory. It also shot her eyelids up. Beady dead eyes looked into hers, proving a disagreeable reality.

Townsend would not believe her luck. Instead, he‘d tease her about knocking over a wagon of mirrors after he dispatched the villain. No Townsend, no Colt, no one to come to her defense.

Morgan as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.

She has a blog about dating after forty on www.datingafterfortyeight.blogspot.com

Morgan pinches pennies on her blog; www. http://thefrugaldivatellsall.blogspot.com/

She also reviews book for Novelspot and blogs about writing at: www.novelspot.net

You can find Morgan at www.morgankwyatt.com

On Twitter and FaceBook at: morgankwyatt