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Title: The Queen of Paradise Valley

Author: Cat Dubie

Genre: Western Historical Romance

Book Blurb:

Diana Rennie, daughter of a wealthy rancher, attempts to persuade mystery man Del Russell to leave his grievances behind and forgive her father for past mistakes. Her careful plan goes awry and results in a shotgun wedding and a prison sentence for Del.

Four years later, Del is back in her life with a vengeance—back for his rightful share of Diana's ranch, back to prove he isn't the criminal she thought he was, back to finish what the two of them started years ago in a passionate daze. And he isn’t going anywhere, no matter what beautiful, treacherous Diana does or says to try to get rid of him.


She ignored his hand and climbed unassisted into the buggy, pulled her cloak tight, and stared ahead.

He clicked his teeth and the horse set forth. "Don't be angry with Teresa. She was worried about your welfare and about breaking her promise to you."

"I'm not a child who needs a chaperon." Oh, but she sounded like one, didn't she? "What about you? Were you also thinking about my welfare?"

"Nah. The Lords owned the Wyoming ranch where I worked. Haven't seen them for a while and thought I'd say hello."

Rendered speechless, she was unable to ask the thousand questions that sprang into her mind. Damn him. She had wanted to be prepared for the evening. Del's presence was inhibiting and inappropriate. He wore his black hat and fringed rawhide jacket. Had he never been to a formal dinner party?

They traveled at a brisk speed, the only sound the jingle and squeak of the harness, the clop of trotting hooves, the swish of wheels spinning on the dirt road. Del's brooding silence meant he was either still angry at her or thinking about the coming reunion with his former boss. Fine. She would not speak to him either and burrowed deeper into her cloak.

When Rennieville's lights glowed ahead, dark night had replaced the hazy dusk. In front of the hotel Del tossed the reins to a waiting boy and followed Diana in, past the desk clerk who pointed them to the back.

In a foyer leading to the banquet rooms servants waited to receive the guests' outer clothing. Diana and Del turned away from each other, doffed respective cloak, hat and jacket. They faced each other again and his brows lifted, the silvery gaze falling like torchlight onto the area between her chin and the top of her gown.

What a faker he was! He looked very much at ease and distractingly handsome in Owen's dress attire: black coat and trousers, white waistcoat, starched linen shirt, the wide cuffs adorned with three pearl studs.

As she moved forward he took her elbow and would not let her draw away. He leaned to her. "Did you say something?"

She muttered, "Looks like someone made a silk purse out of a sow's ass."

He leaned down again. "I was wondering if you left it at home."

Another servant opened a door to a large room filled with people. "Left what at home?"

"The missing part of your gown."

Irked by his comment, she lifted her head and assumed a tight smile. Nothing wrong with her gown. Mrs. Willard had done excellent work considering she had crafted it in less than five days. Made of silk in the shade called Nightfall, dusky blue with a silver sheen, the gown had a sophisticated slim shape. Silk roses of the same lustrous hue cascaded down one side of her skirt and garnished her chignon. She wore the blue crystal necklace Del had given her.

The pine paneled room set with long tables beneath sparkling chandeliers reminded Diana of Newport mansions. Odd to see such ostentation in Rennieville--so many fancy gowns, so many well-dressed gentlemen, the air fragrant with a mix of perfume, cologne, and pomade.

As Del led her to a receiving line, his grip tightened on her elbow. She glanced up at him. He gazed with narrowed eyes at a man who must be their host.

A distinctive figure in black with a heavy gold watch chain draped across his brocade vest, Richard Lord had fine dark eyes and a gracious smile. He radiated a patina of wealth and style that would have gained him entry into the Newport crowd. The young red-haired woman beside him moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue--was she his wife?

"So it’s Delaney Russell." The man's voice was cordial, his gaze sharp. "You were clever to assume the name of a dead man. I didn't once suspect you weren't the gambler Gus Brodie."

Baffled, Diana sensed delicate undercurrents flowing between Del and Richard Lord.

"My men recognized you in a saloon and at one of my card tables here. I must congratulate you on winning what once belonged to your father. We must talk later."

Del, hand still clamped hard on Diana's elbow, said, "Whenever you want to talk, Mr. Lord, I'm ready."

Richard Lord turned to Diana and she felt the intensity of his gaze, one that seemed to admire, appraise, and try to unearth her thoughts at the same time. Having freed herself of Del's grip, she extended her hand. Mr. Lord lifted it and murmured, "Miss Rennie, I'm delighted to finally meet you."

She gave a slight nod. "Mr. Lord. I've heard much about your exploits in Rennieville."

"And I've heard nearly nothing about you. If you'll allow me to escort you to my table, we can become acquainted over dinner."

Though wary, she nodded again. He was perhaps in his early fifties, his short cropped brown hair feathered by silver at his temples. A man of pride, he had an aura of quiet command, strong will, much power.

"Let me introduce my children. My daughter Loretta--" He paused, and dismay chased off Diana's vague qualms as subtle undercurrents escalated into surging flood waters.

The woman clutched Del's hands. "The name Gus never did suit you.”

"Lonnie." He squeezed her fingers. "It's been a while."

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Author Biography:

Cathrine [Cat] Dubie's love of words began early. With a crayon in hand she first drew stories, with a pencil she wrote them. As for reading, she was the girl who always had her nose in a book, the one who read with a flashlight under the covers or, when the moon was full, sat by a window for hours laughing, crying, loving characters whose adventurous lives wouldn't let her sleep.