New Release – At Love’s Command

I’m so excited to share the first book in a new series with you! If you like your cowboys rugged on the outside and tenderhearted on the inside, and your heroines feisty, strong, and independent, this is the book for you.

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Here’s an excerpt from where Matthew Hanger, ex-cavalry officer and leader of the famed Hanger’s Horsemen meets his match. Enjoy!

“Dr. Joe!” he yelled as he halted Phineas. “Get out here! Got a man down.”

He pulled his right foot from the stirrup, braced his left leg, and shifted Wallace’s weight against his shoulder. Slowly, he swung his right leg over the back of the horse, concentrating on keeping Mark steady.

“Here. Let me help.” A woman reached up to support Wallace and take a goodly portion of his weight.

Where was the doc? Didn’t seem right for a woman to be doing the heavy lifting. Though, Matt had to admit, the female seemed capable. Strong, too. She propped Wallace’s back up as Matt eased to the ground. As soon as he got his foot free of the stirrup, he relieved her of her portion of the burden and caught Wallace beneath the knees.

The sensible woman didn’t stand around gaping but immediately pivoted and scurried back to the office door, pushed it in, and held it open. “Bring him this way.”

Matt had already followed on her heels and angled Wallace to get through the door. The nurse—for that was what she must be, with her bibbed white apron and dark blue dress—seemed to catalog Wallace’s condition with her gaze as Matt eased him past her.

“Gunshot?” she asked as she scooted around him in the hall and led the way to an oak-paneled room filled with glass cabinets and a wooden examination cabinet.

“Yep.” That was about all the answer Matt could manage while lugging around 175 pounds of dead weight.

Seemed to suit the nurse, though, for she asked nothing more. Just skittered around the cabinet and stomped on a pedal of some sort. The inclined table lowered into a horizontal position.

“Lay him here.”

Matt did so. The woman immediately pressed two fingers to Wallace’s neck.

“Weak, but regular. That’s a good sign.”

Matt nodded, the words easing his apprehension enough to allow him to take a full breath. But then the woman started unwrapping the bandages.

Matt slapped his hand over her wrist. Her head jerked up. Shocked eyes flew wide. Shocked, remarkably green eyes. The kind of eyes that would make a man forget what he was about. Or would have, if he wasn’t in charge of fetching competent medical attention for a man he loved like family.

“The kid’s lost enough blood already. I just as soon wait for the doctor to get here before you go unraveling things.”

Those wide eyes narrowed as she tugged her hand free of his grasp. She straightened to her full height, which placed the top of her head even with his chin. “The doctor is here,” she said, enunciating each unbelievable word with metronomic precision. “Dr. Josephine Burkett at your service.”

Dr. Joe was a woman?

“Now, if you and your antiquated assumptions will get out of my way,” she said as she pushed past him and reached for the bandages once again, “I have a patient to tend.”

Matthew Hanger definitely has his hands full! And Josephine isn’t quite as immune as she pretends. Each are used to being in charge, both will have to learn to surrender.

This is my first book cover to highlight the hero instead of the heroine. It seemed fitting for a series linked by a group of horsemen, but what do you think? Do you miss the heroine on the cover?