Monster Mash Book Blitz Countdown Event – Day 7

Storm by Kate Palmer





A woman rancher struggles to save her ranch, but it’s her heart she’s most in danger of losing.

Storm’s ranch is teetering on the edge of bankruptcy after cattle rustlers strike. When her part-time ranch hand dies under suspicious circumstances, two neighboring ranchers step in to help. In jeopardy of losing the only place that’s ever felt like home, who can she trust with her heart?






Picture2Kate Palmer believes in wholesome entertainment. Her books explore characters undergoing tough situations without compromising standards or becoming bitter. She likes the rush of emotions romantic suspense creates and strives to keep it clean. Her love of farm and ranch life shines through her Women of the West Series.

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An author interview question!

Is there a message you would like readers to get out of this book? What is it?

Most of my books explore characters undergoing tough situations without compromising standards or becoming bitter. That’s the message I hope readers internalize.




Time for a Snippet!


I tied Badger’s lead rope to the hitching post. “Lyle, you can help me.”
“It’s in my truck.”
Lyle followed me out of the barn.
I stopped at the passenger door of my truck and turned to Lyle. “ What are the suspicious circumstances?”
Lyle’s mouth opened then clamped shut. He shook his head.
“Come on Lyle.”
“Should have known you wanted something from me. You never ask for help.”
“Connor was like a little brother to me.”
Lyle’s eyes darted back and forth while his jaw worked. “If you heard about suspicious circumstances, then you also heard that I don’t know nothin’ until Monday. And neither do you.”
I opened the truck door and slid the painting out, turning it to face Lyle.
His eyes widened, then blinked hard as his hand reached to cover his trembling mouth. “It’s perfect,” he whispered.
“I need to know what happened that morning.” A quick cramp squeezed my abdomen. I’d need another dose of ibuprofen to make it through the funeral.
Lyle didn’t take his eyes from the painting. “Me, too.” Then his eyes met mine, and he said, “I will find out. But today, I will honor the family’s wishes.”
I gnawed my lower lip. “Monday then.”
“There’s nothing you could do about it anyway. This,” he pointed to the painting, “is what the family needs right now. Go on and take it up to the house.”





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