Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts
by Cindy A. Christiansen
At the age of fifteen, Carly Sue McCluskie ran away from the family farm to escape her abusive great uncle Ezra and the torment of her classmates only to end up homeless on the streets of Salt Lake City. , she reluctantly returns to oversee Ezra’s estate and is not surprised to learn someone killed the old codger. What she didn’t expect is someone attempting to kill her.
Bestselling author, Cindy A Christiansen, has combined her love of dogs with her joy of writing to create an award winning combination. Her novels always include canine characters both in the pages and on the cover, an extension of the credit she gives to her extraordinary rescue dogs for their part in helping her overcome numerous challenges. In a reciprocal gesture for their love and devotion, a portion of the proceeds from her books are donated to assist abandoned and abused dogs.
She lives in Utah with her loving husband, two creative children with autism, and a pack of rambunctious dogs.
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Facts about the Author
- I will never forget the first review I received–a harrowing experience but an awesome review.
- The best thing about writing is escaping into the healthy body of my heroines and doing things I can’t do.
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Water came flying out of the window, not giving Carly a chance to flee or duck. The cool liquid hit her right in the face and soaked the front of her blouse. She gasped.
“What in the name of Beelzebub—” a voice came from the house. “Is that you, Jewel?”
Carly couldn’t catch her breath to answer. Something moved behind her. She whirled around, her hair dripping water, to face a growling Border collie. The right side of the dog’s face was black, the other white. Carly noticed the graying muzzle and light brown eyes. The screen door squawked and slammed.
A cowboy—hat, boots, western-detailed shirt and all—rounded the house and stopped cold. Carly had never had anyone stare at her with such intense emotion. She didn’t know what to make of it. The dog let out a small growl again and looked at the man.
“Jewel, leave it,” he said, his expression quickly changing and his lips pulling into a smile. He pushed his hat back and then folded his arms across his chest. “Well, now. Mighty sorry about that.”
If she hadn’t been so angry, she might have noticed his broad shoulders, bulging pecs, lean hips, wavy dark hair, and dusty brown eyes. Wait a minute. She had noticed.
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