Promo for Home of Her Heart by Shanna Hatfield
Title: Home of Her Heart
Author: Shanna Hatfield
Editor: Eliza Dee from Clio Editing
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All he needed was a bride…
with relatable heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
Convinced everyone deserves a happy ending, this hopeless romantic is out to make it happen one story at a time. When she isn’t writing or indulging in chocolate (dark and decadent, please), Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna is a member of Western Writers of America, Women Writing the West, Romance Writers of America, Sweet Romance Reads, Cowboy Kisses, and Pioneer Hearts.
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The kiss he gave her started with a slight brush of their cool lips, then something shifted between them. Klayne could no more have pulled away than he could have leaped up and grabbed onto the moon. Delaney’s arms slid around his neck as her lips warmed beneath his.
He kissed her long, deep, and more passionately than he’d ever kissed another.
As the last chime rang out, he came to his senses and lifted his head, every bit as surprised as Delaney was by what he’d done. The moment her released her, her eyes popped open and the look she gave him held yearning mingled with astonishment.
“Wow, Sergeant Campbell! That’s certainly an unforgettable way to usher in a new year.” Her hand went to her throat and he watched as she struggled to slow her rapid breathing. “In fact, that is the most memorable Happy New Year wish I’ve ever received.”
Klayne felt heat burn his cheeks despite the arctic air seeping into them. “I’m sorry, Miss Danvers. I didn’t intend to… that’s to say, I didn’t mean… I didn’t plan...”
She laughed, a sound that arrowed straight into his heart, and wrapped her arm around his. A light tug and they continued to the house where partygoers began to spill outside.
“It’s okay,” she said, leaning close to him. “You don’t have to apologize for something I enjoyed so much. Just be careful you don’t make a habit out of stealing kisses from unsuspecting girls and leaving them thoroughly discombobulated. If you do, I’ll have to report you to the authorities.”
Doing his best to appear repentant, he hid a grin and nodded solemnly. “Yes, ma’am.”