Chapter Excerpts   

“Funny, serious, heartbreaking, anticipatory…all emotions evoked from powerful characters. I was hooked from the first two sentences. Absolutely loved the ending!”
—Dawn Rafferty, Author, Galway, Ireland

I Am The White Horse is a romantic, spicy, slow-burn, supernatural, historical drama that will take your breath away. It is a saga exploding with intense passion, love, intimacy, fear, rage, terror, horror, grief, and the spiritual and mystical bonds of unbreakable friendship and family.

The following chapter excerpts give you a taste of the characters’ fiery emotions, joys, hardships, inner thoughts and sense of humor without giving away the story…

  
 James surprises Little Dove while she's bathing...

   Little Dove waded slowly into the deepest part of the water, dunked her head, flipped her straight black hair out of the stream and locked eyes with James on the opposite shore.
   Hummingbird saw their stare. It could ignite a wildfire. (More)

James can't take his eyes off her naked body...

   James knew the right thing was to avert his eyes when he saw Little Dove au naturel. He couldn’t help himself. Her skin was a golden-brown, like wheat ready for harvest, although lighter than other Tohono O’odham girls. She was unusually tall, a head taller than others he’d seen. She was lithe, sturdy, neither skinny nor stout, a little bony, her legs long, very long and hypnotic.
   Her breasts were large and the areola dark, the nipples darker. Her waist was slender and her hips enticingly wide. (More)

James visits Little Dove at her lodge...

   Hummingbird unfolded two of her beaded dresses on a sleeping mat. “Which one shows you off the best?”
   “I’m not a beaded dress kind of girl,” said Little Dove.
   “Then the low cut one that shows your breastplate.”
   "That one, for sure." (More)
  

The first kiss...

    Her eyes sparked and he bent his head to her.
   “What are you doing?” she said, backing away.
   “Would ya grant me the favor of a wee kiss?”
   “I don’t know,” said Little Dove. “I read about it in Jane Eyre. Mr. Rochester pressed his lips to Jane’s in the garden and she liked it. It stirred in her a throbbing passion…or was it guilt? Is that what you have in mind?”
   “I’m not shur I can whip up that much of a blaze, but I can give ya a taste o’ the fire under the cap,” he said. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes grew wide. (More)

  
A romantic, slow-burn story that will take your breath away
 Scratchboard illustration by Sherry Bryant

Little Dove is attacked...

   While she slept, the white horse entered her mind, awakened the night creature and it surged into her blood.
   She sat up. She heard breathing. She dropped a handful of twigs on the coals and the fire crackled. She saw a glint off a rifle barrel.
   “Well, ain’t you a sweet one,” said a booming voice. (More)


Little Dove's very hot bath with James...

   She stepped into the tub and slipped slowly under the water up to her neck. Steam swelled around her. She put her head back against the rim. “Ohhh…” (More)

                                                                      Scratchboard illustration by Sherry Bryant

Before assault by Lady Athena's mercenaries...

   “It’ll be more than an hour for our boys to be comin’ up from the mine,” said James.
   “We could be wiped out by then,” said Wayne.
   “Without them, we’re greatly outnumbered.”
   “Maybe two to one,” said Wayne.
   “Doable,” said James.
   “Three to one?”
   “Still doable.”
   “They have artillery.”
   “That’s a right pickle,” said James.
  “They got us over a barrel and it ain’t whiskey.” (More)




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