Guest SigHi all! Cassandra Dean here, and I LOVE historicals. Seriously, I love them. So, so much. There’s something about a long ago time, something I can view with rose-coloured glasses, sigh and daydream. Of balls and dancing and beautiful flowing gowns, of a dark, tortured lord staring at me coldly but only I can thaw him. Or I could be in the highlands of Scotland, my red tresses tumbling about me as I glare at a kilt-clad, shirtless Scotsman. Or I could be in Ancient Rome, my heart in my throat as a lean, muscular gladiator fights for his life in the arena.

But my latest obsession seems to be the American Old West. What? Weird. I’m from AUSTRALIA. Why westerns? Well, I do love Deadwood, that amazing western show featuring a very attractively attired (and sometimes unattired) Timothy Olyphant. I also love, love, LOVE Firefly, Joss Whedon’s space western mashup starring my favourite crush, Nathan Fillion, who is also impressively unattired at times…Hmm. Do you sense a theme?

The Old West was such a dynamic and fluid time, where rules were being made up on the fly as people went along, where ingenuity and innovation were prized because new societies were being established. It seemed an exciting time where anything could happen, where people of all nations and creeds lived side by side to create new communities  – sometimes in peace, sometimes in conflict.

Plus, Nathan Fillion looks really hot in tight pants and suspenders.

Thank you for hanging with me!

Cassandra Dean | Cassandra and Lucy

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foolsgold_450x300THE DIAMOND SERIES, BOOK 2

Christmas in Freewill

Christmas Eve, the Diamond Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett standing outside.

Ethan Garrett has a powerful need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous redheaded singer scowls at him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t stop to think on how his ire at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to spend some time in her company.

When a blizzard storms in, trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or find their irritation for each other disguises something more?

FOOL’S GOLD is available at the following e-stores:

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Excerpt:

Turning on her heel, Pearl marched off toward the stairs.

A weird kind of panic jolted through Ethan, one he’d never felt before in all his days. It was…he didn’t…. She couldn’t leave him. “Where are you going?”

She whirled to face him, her irritation plain. “I was seeking my bed before your arrival, and now I’m seeking it again. Help yourself to whiskey this one time. I got better things to do.”

Shoving to his feet, he strode to her. “Don’t just walk away when we’re discussing things.”

“We ain’t discussing nothing. You’ll be down here, waiting out the blizzard. I’ll be in my bed, doing what I was gonna before you arrived. That’s the end of it.”

Taking a step, she made to leave him. Again.

He grabbed her arm. “Don’t leave me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Glaring at him, she stood before the bar, her magnificent hair slipping from its pins, her breasts rising and falling.

Abruptly, his mouth went dry. Clearing his throat some, he said, “You’re supposed to offer succor to those in need.”

“We’re closed, remember?” Paint-less lips pressed tight together, she glared up at him.

They were so close he could see the faint marks of freckles on her skin.

Pearl La Monte had freckles.

A kind of haze came over him, tightening his skin and bringing with it something all-fired powerful and completely unstoppable. All the years he’d known her crashed through him, all the times she’d flirted with him and meant something else, all the times he’d seen her perform on stage and wished he could have held such fire.

Grabbing her upper arms, he hauled her against him and, ignoring her shocked gasp, he covered her mouth with his.

Bio:

Cassandra grew up daydreaming, inventing fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures. Once she learned to read (First phrase – To the Beach. True story), she was never without a book, reading of other people’s fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures.

Fairy tales, Famous Fives, fantasies and fancies; horror stories, gumshoe detectives, science fiction; Cassandra read it all. Then she discovered Romance and a true passion was born.

So, once upon a time, after making a slight detour into the world of finance, Cassandra tried her hand at writing. After a brief foray into horror, she couldn’t discount her true passion. She started to write Romance and fell head over heels.

The love affair exists to this very day.

Cassandra lives in Adelaide, South Australia.

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