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Wild Horse Peaks Complete Series by Brenda Whiteside is a Wintertime Reading Event pick #romanticsuspense #wintertime #giveaway

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Title: Wild Horse Peaks Complete Series

 

Author: Brenda Whiteside

 

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

 

The Full Romantic Suspense Series

 

Danger, betrayal, secrets, murder, and love will keep you turning the pages. In northern Arizona, the mountain/college town of Timberline lies at the foot of the Wild Horse Peaks. This award-winning, five-star series is set in picturesque, rugged country, and the people who populate these stories are as colorful as the setting.

 

The Art of Love and Murder, book 1

A woman searching for her past. A sheriff hiding in his present.

Their future together threatened by murder.

  

Southwest of Love and Murder, book 2

Writing murder mysteries is all in a day's work

until an obsessed fan brings Phoebe’s stories to life.

  

The Power of Love and Murder, book 3

Penny’s secrets can ruin the presidential contender who ordered her family’s murder

…and mark her as the next hit.

  

The Deep Well of Love and Murder, book 4

A vengeful ex-husband and bloody fight for land threaten a love-struck couple’s happiness.

 

Excerpt from Southwest of Love and Murder, book 2:

 

Phoebe shuddered and stilled.

 

Like the aftershocks of an earthquake, trembling overtook her body. Her knees wobbled, but Mason caught her before she collapsed.

 

“What’s wrong?” He hugged her briefly then brought his face even with hers. “Phoebe, tell me. Why are you shaking? What’s happened?”

 

“Oh my God, Mason.” She spread her hands on his chest and glanced back at the bathroom. “Tell someone to call an ambulance. Hurry!”

 

He took a step toward the ladies’ room, but she grabbed his shirtfront. “No!” She peered around him and shouted. “Someone call nine one one.”

 

Mason touched his pocket. “My cell’s in the truck.” He grabbed the shoulder of a male customer, the closest person to them. “You got a cell on you?”

 

The man nodded and pulled a phone from his pocket.

 

“Call nine one one right now. There’s been…” His face questioned her.

 

“Someone’s badly hurt in the bathroom. Oh hell, hurry!” She thumped her palms against his chest.

 

The man punched buttons on his cell as he raced into the ladies’ room.

 

Phoebe wrapped her arms around Mason, tipped her chin upward, and found the words. “It’s that waitress, Mason. Carla.”

 

His expression went blank, from concern for her to no comprehension.

 

“There’s so much blood.” She stifled a gag, the sweet, copper penny reek still heavy in her nostrils. “Her throat.” A shudder rippled the length of her body. “I think she’s dead.”

 

“What? How?”

 

“Christ Almighty.” The man staggered from the bathroom. “There’s a knife in her.” He stumbled past them, gained his footing, and stopped several feet into the dining room. His voice boomed above the slow chords coming from the stage. “There’s been a murder!”

 

The band stilled, and for an instant, so did the diners. A woman’s voice gasped, “Did he say murder?” Chairs scraped the floor, followed by the pitch of voices increasing. People left their chairs, and the room took on a chaotic motion.

 

A man near the stage stood and bolted toward the door. The sounds of sirens could already be heard in the distance. The man didn’t leave, but instead, blocked the doorway, raised his hands, and shouted, “Everyone stay right where you are.” He scanned the crowd. “Jake. Yeah, you. Go make sure the back entrance stays closed. No one is to leave.”

 

A gentle pat on her back released the tension between her shoulder blades. She moved with Mason as he shuffled her to the side of the hall leading into the ladies’ room.

 

His lips, soft against her earlobe, whispered, “He’s a cop.”

 

She folded into his tightened hug.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“I’m nauseous.” The trembling lessened, but the effects of the ghastly scene still resonated through her. Carla’s head had lolled back, blood flowed from the gaping slash across her throat, and a knife protruded from her chest. Phoebe shivered. The scene was familiar. The residual odor of urine, blood, and pine air freshener clogged her head as if they’d combined to form a caustic cloud she’d inhaled.

 

“Understandable.”

 

Red lights could be seen through the curtained windows.

 

“There’s more, Mason. The way she is…how she looks.” She shook her head and shut her eyes tight. A shiver traveled the length of her body as she huddled so close against him an onlooker might not know where one body stopped and the other began.

 

Several uniformed policemen entered the front door, and after speaking to the off-duty policeman guarding the entrance, fanned out. One headed for the back of the restaurant, one took his position at the front door, and two hurried past them and into the ladies’ room.

 

“I can’t believe this.”

 

“I know, baby. Neither can I.”

 

A second later, paramedics rushed in and entered the restroom.

 

Her fisted hands on his back opened and caught his shirt in her fingers. “No, you don’t understand.” Her head was dizzy with the scene, a scene she’d created. How could this happen again? “It’s my book—”

 

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What makes your featured book a must-read?

 

Winter can seem to last forever. But if you’re immersed in a complete series of suspense, mystery, and love, those cold winter hours will fill with warm enjoyment. Through four books, you’ll be captured in the rugged Arizona location with characters who will help you through the chill of winter.

 

Giveaway –

 

Enter to win a $20 Amazon gift card:

 

 

Open Internationally.

 

Runs January 21 – January 28, 2025.


Winner will be drawn on January 29, 2025.

 

Author Biography:

 

Brenda Whiteside is the award-winning author of romantic suspense, romance, and cozy mystery. She pens children’s books under the name Brenda Sue with her granddaughter, Sadi Belle. After living in six states and two countries, she and her husband have settled in Central Arizona. They share their home with a rescue dog named Amigo. While FDW fishes, Brenda writes.

 

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