Excerpt From “To Tell the Truth” by Faye M. Tollison

Anna Kayce had faced many difficulties in her life and had carried some heavy responsibilities. When she met Senator Kenneth Levall, her world soared. Until that fateful day when the gun she held fired, and the senator fell on the floor at her feet and died.

Anna had to dig deep to find the strength to endure what followed: the murder of her sister, the destruction of her life, and lastly facing a courtroom full of people, a judge, and a jury in an effort to save the man she really loved. He had confessed to the murder of the senator in order to protect Anna from being charged with the murder.

It was now time for her to stand up and tell the truth.


A glint of light reflected from Ken’s hand as it emerged from his jacket. He pointed the gun at her as he rushed toward her and grabbed her wrist. She pulled against his strength, raised her other hand, and brought her fist down hard across the bridge of his nose. With a grunt of pain, he loosened his grip on her. Anna’s shoulder bumped against his hand, and the gun clattered to the floor and slid a short distance away. A quick step brought Anna close enough to pick it up. The gun in her hand, she whirled to face the senator. Her cold, hard eyes held the disdain she felt.

His hand covered his nose while blood seeped between his fingers. She raised the gun and pointed it toward him. The senator’s face paled when he heard the click of the safety being released and watched with wide eyes as she cocked the gun. He lowered his hand from his nose, and his mouth dropped open. A pool of blood dribbled from his nose onto his upper lip. Over the barrel of the gun, she watched it linger there for a moment.

“Anna, don’t!” He cringed back from her.

The drop of blood made its way down his upper lip to the opening of his mouth. His tongue wiped it away, but he still reached up to wipe the blood from his nose. His eyes grew wide as he looked up at her, and he shook his head as she took aim.

“No, don’t. Please,” he begged. “I love you, Anna. Please. Think about what you’re about to do.” He held his hands up in supplication.

“This is for Tina,” she replied.

“No, Anna!” John lunged toward her.

His arms came around her from behind, and she was vaguely aware of the warmth of his body against her back. His hand reached around, fingers opened wide. His arm bumped against her arm, but before he could wrap his hand around her hand, her arm jerked. A shot reverberated through the air.

Ken looked at her in disbelief. His mouth opened and shut, but he didn’t utter a sound.

John released his grip, and the gun hit the floor with a clatter. He took a step back. Anna wrapped her arms around her waist, while the room spun. Unaware of the trembling of her body, she bent forward and covered her face with her hands as nausea filled her throat.

The senator slowly dropped to his knees, a spreading stain turning his white shirt a bright red. Then his body crumpled to the floor, and his blank eyes stared at the ceiling unseeing.

John stared in disbelief at the two people before him. Then his eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. Horror covered his face.

“My God,” he said. “Oh, my God.”




Excerpt from “The Wanting Heart” by Rionna Morgan

Katherine White, a barrel racer from Colorado, lives in a fast-paced world where rhinestones shine, hooves pound, and dreams come true. She plans on winning World Champion Barrel Racer and being with her friends until she graduates from college.

She doesn’t plan on the man who broke her heart strolling back into her life. She doesn’t plan on finding solace in a charming stranger’s smile or falling victim to his knife.

Blake Spencer, the man who broke her heart, is all cowboy—from the hat on his head to the dust on his boots. He thought it’d be easy, coming back to town, bowing his head a little, saying he was sorry, and all would be forgiven. But what he didn’t know, what he didn’t plan on, was that the girl he thought he loved had become the woman he couldn’t have. If he doesn’t succeed in changing her mind, it won’t only cost him Kate’s love—it will cost Kate her life.

Will Kate survive the stalking of a serial killer and find what her heart truly wants?


“It’s late, Blake. I’m tired.” Kate said.

“Not too tired to be kissing that city feller.” Blake could’ve kicked himself. He wanted to talk to her not fight.

“That’s none of your business. You have no right to be spying on me.”

“I wasn’t spying. I was watching Cathy.”

Kate stepped into the full light. “Well, you should have taken her home and been on your way!”

Seeing dark circles beneath Kate’s eyes, Blake studied her. He saw sadness and fatigue. “Jesus, Kate. Did you drive home last night? Have you even been home?”

“What do you care?”

Blake grabbed her arms. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

“No. I’m living my life.”

“I’ll tell you what you’re doing. You’re going home and going to bed.”

“Don’t use that range boss voice on me. You have no right.”

Blake couldn’t listen to another word. Holding her body, even in anger, was too much for him. Her words were crushed against her mouth as his lips covered hers. He lifted her off her feet, molding her body to his. She’d been nineteen the last time he kissed her. Her body had grown and filled out since then. But, he wasn’t thinking of that. He wasn’t thinking of anything, but how damn good it felt to just hold her, kiss her. Begging for her surrender, he stroked his hands over her hips, up her back and fisted them in her hair.


The Wanting Heart is set to be released on July 9, 2012 by Crimson Romance


Growing up out West, Rionna Morgan followed her love of horses to the rodeo arena and her love of English to the classroom and to writing. She has been looking forward to sharing her stories with you her whole life. Rionna is a founding member of Montana Romance Writers; she reads as much as she can possibly hold, and she loves most of all combing the chilling edge of a knife with the sweet surrender of romance. Rionna shares her home in Missoula, Montana with her husband, her four children and the mountains outside her window. Please be invited to stop by rionnamorgan.com–she loves the company.

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