Someone Wants Her Dead! DEVIL IN TEXAS #Excerpt #SneakPeek #1LineWed #amwriting #Romance


Sneak Peek, Excerpts, Historical Romance, Western, Romantic SuspenseFollow the spine-tingling exploits of Sadie (our Lady Pinkerton) and Cass (her outlaw lover) as they race against time to unmask the DEVIL IN TEXAS! In honor of #1LineWed, I'll post a new excerpt each Wednesday from my soon-to-be-released novel, which launches my upcoming Romantic Suspense series, Lady Law & the Gunslinger, set in the Wild West.

Can't wait for your next Cass and Sadie fix? Meet our star-crossed lovers in PISTOLS AND PETTICOATS,which features a prequel novella.  And be sure to follow me on Twitter: @AdriennedeWolfe. 

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Devil in Texas

Book 1, Lady Law & the Gunslinger

Excerpt by Adrienne deWolfe

#1LineWed Theme:  Water


August 1883

Galveston, Texas

Satin Siren Casino and Saloon

 

Relieved to duck into her dressing room, Sadie didn’t waste any time kicking off her shoes and stripping off her fishtail skirt.  Quick costume changes were a requisite skill for a stage performer.  The orchestra had launched into a rousing version of The Drunken Sailor by the time she'd finished strapping her holster to her thigh.  She could feel the pulse of the music through her stockings. 

But the pounding of boots and tankards in the saloon, below, was accompanied by a fresh gust of goosebumps, this time down her spine.

Now what?

With the .32 gripped expertly in her fist, she looked beneath the draped vanity.  She wrenched open the doors of her stately, Louis XIV wardrobe.  She poked the bombazine draperies that rippled from the sea breeze that blew through her window.  That's when she spied a flash of light, hurtling out of an oleander bush near the building’s foundation.

It all happened so fast.

One moment, she was peering out her window; the next moment, a smoking cylinder crashed open at her feet.  Flames belched from the shattered crockery.  The curtains ignited.  The carpet caught fire. She stumbled backwards, choking on fumes.

Greek fire!  Water would be useless.

 


Her mind whirred into action. She wrenched a flimsy night wrapper from her wardrobe and stomped on boots.  She planned to sound a general alarm.  But when she reached her door, it wouldn’t budge.

Frantic, she rattled.  She banged.  She screamed.  Her efforts were futile.  Someone had taken the key, locking the door from the outside. 

Someone wanted her dead!

Panic gnawed at her reason.  Urine.  Urine would buy her time. 

She lunged for the sloshing bed pan and tossed its contents on the carpet, saturating the fibers between her and the racing wall of chemically-induced fire.  She figured she had little more than two minutes to rip out the false back of her wardrobe and grab the box with her lock pick before her protective little barrier of urine was overcome.

Pinkertons prepare for assassination attempts.  The words from her Field Agent Manual pounded in her head.

Ignoring the sparks that showered her arms, she wrenched aside the few gowns hanging in her wardrobe and ripped out the loosely nailed backboard.  Frenzied groping located the hole she’d smashed into the plaster. She stuffed her badge, cash, ammo, and train ticket into trouser pockets and grabbed a hat, scarf, and duster.  She knew when she got to the other side of the door -– and hopefully, the seawall -– she mustn’t be recognized.  Otherwise, her brush with death could get a whole lot closer.

Gritting her teeth, she ignored the flames that roared ever closer.  Perspiration made lock-picking tedious.  Again and again, her slippery fingers lost their grip on the widdy, and she wasted precious seconds, coughing from the smoke that burned her sinuses and stung her eyes.  

Historical Romance, Western Romance, Romantic SuspenseFinally, the mechanism yielded.  Nearly sobbing with relief, she wrenched open the door. A scene of mass hysteria greeted her. Shrieking whores, half-dressed Johns, and cursing waiters jostled each other, pushing and gouging in their efforts to escape the floor.  Both stairwells were ablaze.  Apparently, the murderer hadn’t wanted any witnesses to survive.

Dragging the scarf over her face, she ducked into a street-side bedroom. She knew a sturdy climbing tree butted against its casement.  She’d cased every blessed inch of the casino to locate the best escape routes.

Pinkertons can’t be too careful, the manual had instructed.

Ripping her burn-blistered palm, she shimmied down the trunk and stumbled into the shadows even as the first of the Johns jumped out the window and crashed into the oleander bushes.

“Sadie!  Has anyone seen Sadie?”

It was Cass's voice.  She stiffened, recognizing her ex-lover’s pale gold hair in the casino’s milling refugees.  He was turning his head every which way, shouting her name, searching the faces of the beerjerkers -- and presenting a whole new problem:

Her blown cover.

Read more sneak peeks from DEVIL IN TEXAS in the Novel Ideas archive.

Read more adventures with Cass & Sadie in PISTOLS AND PETTICOATS

 

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About Adrienne deWolfe

Adrienne deWolfe is the #1 bestselling author of action-packed Historical Romance, where feisty Heroines buck the conventions and true Heroes must be wickedly funny. Her greatest inspiration is nature, and the scene-stealers in her novels are often furry pranksters. Among her 48 writing awards, Adrienne has earned the Best Historical Romance of the Year. When she’s not writing, she’s mentoring aspiring authors, several of whom have become #1 bestsellers on Amazon. Adrienne also writes a fantasy and paranormal romance blog at MagicMayhemBlog.com. Looking for sneak peeks from her novels? Visit WildTexasNights.com.

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