#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
My Assignation

I have an assignation in Stone Creek, circa 1907, later this morning. Things are heating up between Sarah and Wyatt, for sure. And some heavy duty bad-guys are coming on the scene, too. Here’s Wyatt, filling in as marshal for Rowdy, who is away on business, along with Sam O’Ballivan. What does Wyatt Yarbro know about being a lawman??? He’s an outlaw, for pity’s sake. But now there’s Sarah, and a battered old dog he calls Pitiful, badly in need of a friend.

As for Sarah, well, she’d rather Wyatt Yarbro had never come to town at all. He makes her uncomfortable, and complicates her already-complicated life. On the other hand, when he kisses her unexpectedly, she’s surprised to find the floor still under her feet when it’s over.

You’ll meet some great secondary characters in this book, too.

I can’t wait to introduce you to the folks in “The Rustler”. In the meantime, if you haven’t read “A Wanted Man”, or even its predecessor, “The Man from Stone Creek”, you might want to dive right in! The first is available now in hardcover (look for the amazing pink cover) and the second is in paperback.

I think I hear a train whistle in the distance…time to leave for Stone Creek.

Sister Sally, Biker Chick

My sister Sally, husband, Jim, and five friends arrived at the lake yesterday–on Harleys! (Well, Sally and her friend Linnea came by plane, and I picked them up at the airport). But Jim and his guy friends arrived on bikes. It must have the neighbors in my quiet lakeside community talking! Before I left them to enjoy the pool and hot tub for the evening, I said, “Don’t be surprised if the police stop by.”

I was kidding, of course.

Provided Montana is passable, given a large wildfire blazing there, they’ll be heading out today for Sturgis, South Dakota, to meet up with something like 30,000 other bikers. Sleeping in tents, hobknobbing, buying the requisite t-shirts to prove they’ve been to the Biker’s Mecca. Did I mention that my sister is MUCH younger than I am?


Have fun, Sally girl. Trust me, in 10 years, it will be tent-schment-I-want-room-service.

The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.