Guest Author Ana Morgan

It’s always exciting when a writer friend has a debut! So, I’m thrilled to have Ana Morgan on the Romance Chicks’ blog today. Her debut, Stormy Hawkins, was just released by Soul Mate Publishing. It’s a historical western romance that takes place in 1887, and it is filled with detailed descriptions that will draw you back in time.

The story is about feisty cowgirl Stormy and hunky Blade Masters.

Here’s a blurb!

Blade Masters has finally spotted his ideal Dakota Territory ranch, where he can live alone, forget his cheating ex-fiancée, and bury the shards of his shattered heart. All he needs to do is sweet-talk the ailing owner, and his spitfire daughter, into retiring.

If she weren’t desperate, Stormy would never hire a cowhand. She’s learned the hard way that she’s happier working her family’s ranch alone. But, the greedy banker who holds their mortgage just demanded payment in full—or her hand in marriage.

Will this handsome drifter protect her?  Or does he have designs of his own?

Excerpt from Stormy Hawkins

“Turn around and ride back to town,” Stormy hollered. “I’ll shoot.”

“No, you won’t.”

She hunkered down and aimed at the peak of Blade Master’s slate-colored Stetson. “I’m a real good shot.”

“I’m sure you are, Miss Hawkins, but you don’t have any ammunition.” He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out two shotgun shells.

Startled, she checked her gun. It was empty.

He moved his mare closer. He sat easily in the saddle, like a man used to horse work. “Just so you know,” he said, “right now I’m as suspicious of you as you are of me.”


“You got me.” He tapped the side of his nose. “It still smarts.”

Wary, she waited for him to make his move. He wasn’t close enough to smack with the butt of her gun, but she tightened her grip anyway.

He didn’t budge. In fact, he didn’t seem bent on threatening her at all. His broad shoulders swayed slightly as his mare shifted under him. Saddle leather creaked under a trim waist and lean hips. One leg of his dark jeans had a stain the color of boiled beans.

She studied him more closely. Locks of his long, black hair had slipped free of a leather tie-back, and his eyes were the color of Zed’s special occasion brandy. If she were a love-starved farmer’s daughter, she’d bat her eyelashes in a come-and-get-me invite. But, she wasn’t. She was a smart, capable rancher who could take care of herself. And, she wanted answers. “Why were you at the Land & Loan?”

“I could ask you the same question. Why did you go inside?”

“None of your business. Answer my question.”

He avoided her eyes. “I heard shouts and a crash. I didn’t know the two of you were engaged.”

“Did he tell you that?” She raised her chin and immediately regretted it. Her neck ached where Jonathan Vance had squeezed. “We’re not.”



When she was small, Ana Morgan’s dream was to know something about everything. She has studiously waitressed, driven a school bus, run craft service on indie film sets, wandered through European castles, wired a house, married a Marine, canned vegetables, and studied the stars. She knows how to change a flat tire but prefers a gallant, handsome stranger who strips off his jacket and spins the lug nuts for her.

Ana enjoys connecting with readers. You can find her here.

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