Greetings from Texas! My name is Karen Witemeyer, and I’m delighted to share my latest story with you, IN HONOR’S DEFENSE. What do you get when you mix a rugged Horseman hero, a bookish heroine, her troublemaking nephew, a suspicious neighbor, a gang of rustlers, and a secret murderer with a hidden agenda? An action-packed adventure filled with danger, romance, and unseen twists that will keep you reading long into the night. Since I love word games, I jumped at the chance to introduce you to Luke and Damaris’s story through a title acrostic. Here we go! IN HONOR’S DEFENSE I is for Invisible. This is how Damaris Baxter perceives herself. An introvert who prefers books and needlework to human interaction, she secretly longs to be seen. “What would it be like to have someone in her life who could be counted on always to be there, always to take her side? One who saw her even when she was at her most invisible?” N is for Nineteenth-Century Texas. The setting for my story is in Madisonville, TX 1895. H is for Humorous Moments. I love to laugh, so I always sprinkle my stories with a generous dash of humor…

The moment Brody shuffled up the steps, his thoughts turned to Savannah. His pulse surged, as it had every time he pictured her. All the while he’d groomed the horses and calmed the new mustang, he relived the way she’d glided her fingers over his arm when she’d taken her bag from him. He doubted she meant anything by the touch. Probably hadn’t known she’d done it. But just thinking about the caress made the hair on his arm tingle again. He’d never seen a woman as pretty. Or as kind. She’d fussed over the mustang off and on during the ride back to the ranch and had taken better care of her own horse than she had of herself. Weariness had marked her features long before she’d started yawning. He didn’t know her history, and it wasn’t his place to probe. But if he had to guess, he’d say she was running from someone or something. No other reason a respectable woman like her would be wandering around South Park by herself without any traveling companions. She’d needed a place to stay in a bad way. And he figured Healing Springs Ranch was safe. Besides, they had the room. . . ….