THE HUSBAND TREE GIVE AWAY

My new book

The Husband Tree

releases January 1st. I’ve already talked to someone who’s found it in a store (HI PEPPER!) and it’s no longer listed as a ‘pre-order’ on Amazon. So it’s out there.

A cynical cowboy has to convince the toughest cowgirl you’ll ever meet he should join her family. . .and then convince himself.

Here's the beginning of Chapter One

Belle Tanner pitched dirt right on Anthony’s handsome, worthless face.
It was spitefulness that made her enjoy doing that. But she was sorely afraid Anthony Santoni’s square jaw and curly dark hair had tricked her into agreeing to marry him.
Which made her as big an idiot as Anthony.
Now he was dead and she was left to dig the grave. Why, oh why didn’t she just skip marrying him and save herself all this shoveling?
She probably should have wrapped him in a blanket, but blankets were hard to come by in Montana. . .unlike husbands.
She labored on with her filling, not bothering to look down again at the man who had shared her cabin and her bed for the last two years. She only hoped when she finished she didn’t forget where she’d buried Anthony’s no-account hide. She regretted not marking William’s and Gerald’s graves now for fear she’d dig in the same spot and uncover their bones. As she recalled, she’d planted William on the side nearest the house, thinking it had a nice view down the hill over their property. She wasn’t so sure about Gerald, but she’d most likely picked right, because she’d dug the hole and hadn’t hit bones. Unless critters had dug Gerald up and dragged him away.
Belle had to admit she didn’t dig one inch deeper than was absolutely necessary.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have my author’s copies. So I can give one away! YAY!

For a chance to win a signed copy of

The Husband Tree

and, in the spirit of the season, leave a comment telling me:

Your New Year's WRITER'S Resolution

Or, optional, tell me any resolution...OR...tell me you like yourself fine just the way you are.

Tell me you've failed at resolutions in the past and are sick of even trying.

Tell me you've pledged to lose weight every January 1st of your stinking life and you're done! It's over!

No more!

So SHUT UP!!!!!!!

(uh, that might be about me not you, ignore it)
If I've frightened you so badly you don't want to risk leaving a comment, you can just buy

The Husband Tree

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And have a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR

Mary Connealy

Yeah, big surprise. Like I had to sign this thing

for you to know who you were dealing with! :)