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Author Spotlight ~ Leslie Marshman

Today I'm spotlighting Leslie Marshman and her Goode Series! Read on to learn about Leslie and her books!

She left town to save a life. Now she’s back to avenge a death.

Years ago, Samantha Goode was driven away from love, her family, and her past. Now the Texas Ranger is back in Crystal Creek for her estranged grandmother’s funeral, even though it means coming face to face with everything, and everyone, she’d left behind. When a brutal murder shatters her world, Sam is determined to stay until she solves it. Soon she’s knee-deep in suspects, including the family of the man she once loved but was forced to betray.

Rancher Clayton Barnett will do anything to keep his autistic younger brother out of an institution, including sidelining his life to work for their powerful, manipulative father. When tragedy brings Sam back into his life, instead of rekindling their romance, Clay finds himself embroiled in a dangerous murder investigation.

Will old secrets pull Sam and Clay apart once more, or can they rise above their past? And with a ruthless killer on the loose, will Sam’s hard-earned Ranger skills be enough to ensure that Goode triumphs over evil?

Sam’s bracelet caught on the display rack of candy by the register. It toppled and crashed to the floor.

Crap! She squatted and grabbed packages of gum while cylinders of mints rolled away. Her cheeks burned and she gritted her teeth as laughter filled the room.

She kept her eyes downcast, intent on the floor in front of her. Her left hand cupped what she'd already collected against her chest as she duck-walked forward, stretching her fingers toward a tube of Life Savers rolling just beyond her reach.

The worn toe of a large cowboy boot stopped the candy. Startled, Sam snatched back her hand and lost her balance. She fell on her butt, once again dumping her stash of gum and mints.

She blew out a breath and swept her long hair out of her eyes. Beginning with the scuff-marked boots in front of her, Sam's gaze crept up long, straight legs in snug-fitting jeans. Her eyes stalled right below belt level.

"Need a little help, darlin'?"

The jeans bent at the knees and Sam came face-to-face with her past. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, then seemed to stop beating completely.

"Clay?" Samantha searched his face for traces of the boy she had once loved. The softness of youth was gone, replaced by angles and lines and rugged handsomeness. The slight cleft in his chin had deepened, and his gentle gray eyes had hardened to steel.

"Don't tell me you didn't recognize me, Sam." Clayton Barnett's deep drawl made parts of her tingle that hadn't in way too long.

"I... didn't see your face."

"I noticed." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. That sexy, perfect mouth that had long ago taught her how to kiss.

Clay grabbed her under the arms and lifted her effortlessly. Then he held her, his thumbs brazenly close to what were no longer his to touch. But she remembered that touch. And missed it. The heat of his hands branded her with a lust she hadn't experienced since the last time he'd held her, and desire spread south like wildfire. She gasped, breathing in his scent of soap and clean sweat and fresh air.

Sam shrugged from his grasp and steadied her wobbly knees. "Thanks, but I can stand on my own two feet."

Clay's smile slid away. "You always could, Sam. Too damn well, sometimes."

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Samantha Goode's new case hits too close to home

Texas Ranger Samantha Goode never backs down from a fight, especially one right outside her door. Settling into small town life after a long absence, she’s focused on second chances – for herself, for the town, and her renewed relationship with rancher Clay Barnett. But when a dead woman is found on her best friend’s property, Sam’s investigation threatens her fresh start as the residents of Crystal Creek come under suspicion.

Soon, more bodies are discovered from San Antonio to Houston, and Sam realizes she’s hunting her most dangerous opponent – a serial killer. As she chases leads across the state, Sam follows the killer’s trail back to Crystal Creek and those she loves. She’s determined to protect the townspeople, but what if one of them is the evil she hunts?

When the case comes down to her badge or her friends, will Sam have what it takes to fight the Goode fight?

A turkey buzzard, its head as red and raw as an open wound, rode the thermal current in a slow spiral. Sam started across the field toward the tree, Nic next to her. They gave the area a wide berth, circling around to the north. Still thirty feet away, a pale form took shape at the base of the trunk. As they moved closer, details came into focus.​

The young woman lay face up, flattening the wild grass and weeds beneath her. Her hair, long and dark like Nic’s, stretched across her shoulders and down to her hips. A few strands rose in the early morning breeze, as if refusing to surrender their hold on this world. Dressed in what looked like a modest white nightgown, hands clasped over her flat stomach and legs pressed chastely together, the woman looked almost peaceful. As if she’d just lain down to rest and fallen asleep. Until one got to the gaping holes where her eyes had once been.​

A chill raced down Sam’s spine despite the Indian summer heat. As a cop, she’d seen the horrific things people could do to each other. But this was a first.​

“Do you know who she is?”​

“Never seen her before.” Nic cleared her throat. “That I know of. It’s hard to be sure. You think a bird got her eyes?”​

Sam shook her head. “If it had been a bird, there’d be more damage to her face. It almost looks like they were surgically removed.” She glanced at Nic. “I think whoever killed her took her eyes.”​

“Sick.” Nic’s lip curled in distaste. “That was done after she was dead, right?”​

Not wanting to guess at the why or the when, Sam shrugged. “You and I both know there are some crazy-ass people in this world.” She squinted at something across the woman’s forehead. “What’s that?” She moved closer and hunkered down for a better view.​

A wilted dandelion chain encircled the woman’s head like a macabre crown, set with ruby red gems of dried blood.​

“Sweet Jesus,” Nic whispered. “It’s like Sleeping Beauty took a detour through hell.

Release day June 9!

Award-winning suspense author Leslie Marshman is (finally) putting her psychology degree to good use, getting inside the heads of her characters and figuring out what makes them tick. She writes novels that feature kick-ass heroines, the heroes who love them, and the bad guys who fear them. 

Leslie called Denver home until she married a Texan without reading the fine print. Now she lives halfway between Houston and Galveston and has learned to embrace the humidity. Her household includes two miniature poodles named Harley and Davidson, and a three-legged box turtle named Stumpy. If she's not at her computer making things up, you'll probably find her camping at a lake, a fishing pole in one hand and a book in the other.

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