I’m delighted to welcome back Margery Scott. She writes great books, and one lucky commenter will win a digital copy of CADE, the first book of The Morgans of Rocky Ridge series. Enjoy her fun post, and the excerpt for her recent release, TREY, book 2 of the series.
Congratulations to Kristine R for winning an ecopy of CADE!
Thanks so much for inviting me back to Magical Musings. I always love to visit here.
What’s your tell?
Have you ever noticed that many of the players on the Worldwide Poker Tour wear sunglasses, even though they’re indoors? That’s one way a poker player can hide a “tell.” A tell in poker is a change in the demeanor or behavior that can give away the strength of a player’s hand. It’s unintentional, and often the player doesn’t even realize he has a tell unless he analyzes his every move, every blink of an eye, or even the way he handles his chips and his betting patterns. Often tells show up in the eyes – fast blinking, a twitch, darting glances at the other players, which is one reason sunglasses are so popular with poker players.
In my latest release, Trey is a gambler. Like the other gamblers, he has tells, but he’s learned to hide them so well that he’s a formidable opponent. Nevertheless, if he was a poker player today, I’m sure he’d be wearing sunglasses, too.
But it’s not only in poker that people have tells. Everybody has them, whether they realize it, or not. They show up when we’re emotional, and manifest themselves in many ways. Curling your hair around your finger, biting your bottom lip, rubbing your palms down your skirt or pants, a tiny smirk you can’t prevent – they’re all tells. I have them, too. I’m aware of them and even when I try to hide them, they still show unless I really concentrate. I’m not going to tell you what they are, though J
So, my question to you is, how does your nervousness, your excitement or your confidence show? In other words, what’s your tell?
Trey is the second novella in the Morgans of Rocky Ridge trilogy about two brothers and their cousin who live and love in Rocky Ridge, Colorado. Cade, the first the series, is available now. Zane, the third novella, will be available in late August.
When Trey Morgan wins half a saloon in a poker game, he heads back to Rocky Ridge, Colorado to sell his share and move on, back to the life he loves – no responsibilities, no ties. But he doesn’t expect his partner to be Claire O’Doyle, a beautiful Irish redhead who captivates him like no other woman ever has.
Claire O’Doyle has no use for men like Trey. They remind her too much of the father who abandoned her and her mother. She’d love nothing more than to pay Trey off and get him out of her life. But someone is trying to run her out of Rocky Ridge, and she doesn’t need the distraction of a man whose charm makes her forget her vow to stay away from gamblers.
As the threats escalate, so does Claire and Trey’s attraction to each other. But will Trey walk away? And if he does, will Claire let him go?
Claire wove her way through the tables, all the while studying the stranger. Clean-shaven, the hint of a cleft in his chin, dark eyes ringed by the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. His white shirt had obviously just been laundered, and the dark red brocade vest and black frock coat told her this was no ranch hand. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist and long, lean legs. Altogether, he was a pleasing sight, not at all like most of the men who spent their evenings in her saloon.
She held out her hand as she approached. “I’m Claire O’Doyle. Eliza tells me you’re wanting to speak to me.”
“You’re not Conor,” he said. His gaze slid the length of her.
She squirmed under his scrutiny. “No, I’m not. He passed on seven months ago. I’m his daughter, Claire.”
The smile on his face faded, and she wondered if she was imagining the sadness that appeared in his eyes. “My condolences,” he said. “I didn’t know.”
“And you are?”
“Trey Morgan.” His eyes sparkled with good humor as he wrapped his fingers around her hand.
A sudden burst of heat sizzled up her arm. “What can I do for you, Mr. Morgan?”
“Is there somewhere more … private …” he began.
Claire straightened to her full height, which was still several inches shorter than his. “Mr. Morgan, I’m sure Eliza or Betsy would be happy to take care of you—”
He laughed. “I don’t want a woman,” he said. “At least not right now. It’s business.”