Well, y\u2019all didn\u2019t stop by to listen to me and my ornery cook carryin’ on. We\u2019ve dusted off the best hollowed out logs and spit and polished our boots to celebrate Kat Flannery\u2019s new release LAKOTA HONOR!!<\/span><\/p>\n Don\u2019t miss out on this one folks! It\u2019s a Western with an alpha hero, a heroine with healing powers and a fight for true love\u2026It\u2019s got everything!\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Bestselling Western Romance author, Kat Flannery takes you on an exciting journey with the release of her new Historical Paranormal Romance, Lakota Honor. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n In the small town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin\u2014crazy women<\/i>. What she doesn’t know is that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.<\/span><\/p>\n Lakota native Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin. In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground, courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for their freedom. Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was? <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Reviews:<\/span><\/p>\n “Transport back to the old west with this paranormal historical, and its alpha hero, and a heroine hiding her secret talents.”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u2014Shannon Donnelly, author of the Mackenzie Solomon Urban Fantasy series<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n “Ms. Flannery doesn\u2019t shy away from writing gritty scenes or about unpleasant topics\u2026That\u2019s what good writing is all about\u2014bringing out strong emotions in a reader.”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u2014Peggy L. Henderson, bestselling author of the Yellowstone Romance Series<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n “Those who relish the conflict of a heroic half-breed trapped between the white man’s world and the Indian will fall in love with LAKOTA HONOR.”<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u2014Cindy Nord, author of No Greater Glory<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n “LAKOTA HONOR weaves a fast paced and beautiful prose that lures you through every chapter and leaves you wanting more.<\/span><\/i>“<\/span><\/i><\/i><\/p>\n \u2014Erika Knudsen, paranormal author of Monarchy of Blood<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Excerpt<\/span><\/p>\n PROLOGUE<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Colorado Mountains, 1880<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The blade slicing his throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading out of the shaft.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>He\u2019d been two hundred feet below ground for ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the ladder. He\u2019d have to climb it and it wasn\u2019t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung. <\/span><\/p>\n The earth swayed. He closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with determination. He made it to the top faster than he\u2019d thought he would. The sky was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>He took two long breaths before he emerged from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils; unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around his wrists when he\u2019d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time to free his wrists later.<\/span><\/p>\n He pressed his body against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip, cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man\u2019s chest. He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his throat. The guard bled out in seconds. <\/span><\/p>\n He tapped the barred window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch. He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would come back, and he would kill the bastard inside. <\/span><\/p>\n He tapped again, harder this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside. The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cToksha ake\u2014I shall see you again,\u201d he whispered in Lakota.<\/span><\/p>\n The hand squeezed his once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared inside the room. <\/span><\/p>\n A tear slipped from his dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.<\/span><\/p>\n Men shouted to his right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the cover of the forest. <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Kat Flannery <\/span><\/b>has loved writing ever since she was a girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not writing, or researching, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate and a great book. <\/span><\/p>\n Her first novel, CHASING CLOVERS became an Amazon\u2019s bestseller in Historical and Western romance. This is Kat\u2019s second book, and she is currently hard at work on the third. <\/span><\/p>\n When not focusing on her creative passions, Kat is busy with her three boys and doting husband.<\/span><\/p>\n Buy LAKOTA HONOR here.<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Kat\u2019s website<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n Kat\u2019s blog<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Howdy Folks!! Welcome to the campfire! Cookie has the coffee hot and the biscuits hard as a rock\u2026Aw, come don\u2019t go skulkin\u2019 away ya ol\u2019 so and so! **rolls eyes** Well, y\u2019all didn\u2019t stop by to listen to me and … Continue reading ![\"Pageflex](\"http:\/\/www.kirstenlynnwildwest.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Lakota-Honor.jpg\")
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