
She is a member of Women Writing the West, and
American Night Writers Association. She enjoys any kind of history including
family history.
When she is not piecing together novel plots, she pieces
together quilt blocks.
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In 1865, at the victory dance held at Fort Riley to celebrate
the end of the Civil War, Kizzie is asked to participate in a fund-raiser to
aid the Sanitary Commission helping injured and sick soldiers. It involves
chaste sweetheart kisses in exchange for tickets purchased by officers and
guests. As a contract freighter for the Army, Leander is invited. Much to
Leander’s chagrin, before his chance to claim his kiss, Kizzie’s uncle steps in
and puts an end to the kissing game.
Is Leander out of luck, or will the bargain Kizzie and Leander
made three years earlier to save their horses lead to a more romantic bargain
sealed with a kiss?

Snippet #1
Kizzie could tell
packing the wagon had used up what little reserve of energy Mima had still
possessed. She had watched as her mother had crawled into her wagon box next to
Meredith and, with a sigh, had leaned back against a stack of bedding. Jessie
had climbed into the seat to drive the wagon, settling the shotgun at his feet.
Kizzie gritted
her teeth as she recalled how he had barked an order at her just as she had
finished handing the jug with the willow bark tea to Grandpa. “Kizzie, make
sure the barn and corral are clear then catch up and get in the wagon. We’re
leaving now.”
Jesse was her
younger brother. Who was he to give her orders?
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