My Heart’s Desire, Book 2, The Kincaid Brothers:
“Heather Alexander has done it again! Her new western time travel novel, My Heart’s Desire, is as captivating as her first. Ms. Alexander’s descriptions bring the Old West to life and create characters a reader immediately falls in love with. Bring on book number three.” –Melissa Goldsmith, Author of Guardians of the Elements

“My Heart’s Desire contains adventure, romance, time-travel, and so much more. Ms.  Alexander takes her readers on an emotional journey filled with love and laughter as Amber and Josh risk it all to save the people they love.” –J. Foy, reader

“A sexy romance tingler set in 1883.” –GoodReads reader, 5 stars

Wrapped Around My Heart, Book 1, The Kincaid Brothers:
“Alexander has penned an exciting, sensual story of lovers destined for one another no matter the secrets their hearts hold or the century they call home. Can’t wait to read the next book in the Kincaid Brothers series!” –Goodreads 5-star review

“Big skies, time travel, a sexy Montanan who works with his hands… I was hooked from the first pages and couldn’t put it down until I got to the “happily ever after.” I highly recommend to anyone looking for a light and engaging romance novel.” –Amazon, 5-star review

“I loved the story line; mystery, romance, suspense, and the unique way the author used to time travel back to history. The author brought the story and all the characters to life, which made it a good page turner. I can’t wait to read the next book!” –Amazon UK, 5-star review

“I was not able to put this book down! I cannot wait to read the next book!” –Goodreads 5-star review

“It is full of romance, suspense and a bit of comedic wit.” –Amazon 5-star review

When her best friend’s name appears on a tombstone dated 1883, the only way for Amber Harrison to save her is to travel through a mysterious time portal to the Old West—

Destiny drops her at the feet of Josh Kincaid—a sexy, time-traveling deputy with plans of his own. Attraction stirs between Amber and Josh, and soon their flirtatious friendship blossoms into a fiery romance. Teaming up, they devise a rescue, but time isn’t their only enemy. An escaped convict, seeking his revenge on the Kincaids, interferes with their plans. In order to keep their future on its true course, they must stop their adversary’s plan from coming to fruition.

Can they beat time and return to their rightful place, or will they be stranded in 1883 forever?

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“Don’t move,” a deep, masculine voice commanded.

Amber froze. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Waves of fear poured down her spine.

“Hands where I can see them,” the voice continued.

Amber thrust her hands straight up into the air. Her stomach burned, fear roiling in its depths. If she didn’t have an ulcer when this over, it would be a miracle. She closed her eyes for a second, hoping the voice belonged to Wyatt. Because if it wasn’t him, or she was in the wrong year, surely, she was dead. Trespassing was against the law even in this backward time. Great, and she didn’t think it was possible for her anxiety level to climb any higher.

“Turn around…slowly.”

The initial signs of an oncoming panic attack banged at the door to her senses. Her heart pounded, her chest tightened, and her head spun like she’d just come off the tilt-a-whirl at the amusement park. But she did as she was told and inched herself around, one baby step at a time.

If anything confirmed her trip back in time one hundred and forty years, this was it. The cowboy standing before her was tall, over six feet, and clad in what she expected to see a man from the 1880s to be dressed in. He wore an unbuttoned vest over a linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His pants were super snug, and his dusty cowboy boots covered his legs from the knees down. The empty holster sat low over his right hip, and the silver spurs at his heels clanked as he moved toward her.

“W-Wyatt?” She swallowed nervously, lowering her hands. “D-don’t shoot!”

Dark blond brows shot up when she said his name, but he waved the gun and took another step toward her.

“I didn’t say you could lower your hands.” Oh, shit!

She thrust her hands up again. “You…you are Wyatt, aren’t you? Wyatt Kincaid. Please tell me you are. Otherwise, I’m seriously screwed…in more ways than you could possibly imagine.”

Mesmerizing green eyes widened, and then his gaze swept over her from head to toe but remained on her feet. “I’d recognize twenty-first century sneakers anywhere.”

He tipped his chin toward her footwear, but his gun remained aimed at her.

Relief surged through her, and she sagged a little. This must be Emma’s husband. Now she understood what compelled her best friend to return to a previous century. Emma, you got yourself one fine husband. Out of all the details Emma revealed about Wyatt last year, Amber didn’t recall anything about him having such compelling green eyes. It was difficult to look away, not that she wanted to, she had to. This was her best friend’s husband. Chalk it up to her time-travel muddled mind.

He took a step toward her and tilted his head to study her. “I’m guessing you’re…Amber?”

“Uh-huh. That’s right.” She nodded, still a little stunned. “Where’s Emma? I need to see her.”

His scowl quickly turned into a smile, and he holstered his gun. “Wow, the famous Amber

Harrison in the flesh.”

He recognized her! Inside, she jumped up and down with excitement. “You know me? Wait,

I don’t know how that’s possible. We’ve never met.”

“I recognize you from a photo Emma brought back with her last year…but you’re mistaken about who I am.”

She retreated a step. “If…if you’re not Wyatt Kincaid, then who are you?”

His smile widened, and he extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Josh. Wyatt and James’s brother.”

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Josh had returned wearing nothing except a too small, threadbare towel tucked around his tapered hips. Not much was left to her imagination. He took a step, and the towel parted, exposing a perfectly muscular thigh, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. His chest was tanned and smooth. And, oh, those abs—hell-o, six-pack! His arms were well chiseled and tight, flexing as he clutched his boots and gun belt in one hand. All those delicious muscles must be from days of hard work around the house. Heat surged southward to her core. Her body was on full alert.

“Hey,” he said at last in that same sexy, gravelly voice as before. He dropped his boots and belt by the door. A cloth of some kind was slung over one shoulder.

She swallowed. It had been so long since she’d seen a half-naked man. And one thing was for certain, her body remembered how to respond. “Hey.” She licked her lips and tore her gaze away.

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Josh reached under her chin and tilted her face up to his. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips and remained there. “Timing has to be perfect…for everything.”

“Everything…?” she asked, breathlessly. Josh lowered his head and pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue traced the outline of her lips before slipping into her mouth. Amber leaned into him, sliding her hands around his neck, tugging him closer. He drew her against his rock-solid body while his searing tongue continued its exploration, colliding with hers in a perfect, eager rhythm. And, oh, did she drink in the delicious taste of him. His lips were warm and sweet. Jolts of fire spread through her body in all directions, heat surging to her core.

For days, weeks, she wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his lips on hers, to be in his arms. He did not disappoint.

Her heart pounded, and her senses short-circuited. She reveled in the delicious taste of his kiss, until he pulled away but continued to shower her with more kisses around her lips and along her jaw. Heat sizzled in her veins. Her mind tuned out everything wrong in their world…except this moment. This moment was perfect. She savored every kiss, every heartbeat, every breath.

Josh’s lips returned to hers. Her knees weakened, and she tightened her grip so she wouldn’t fall. He groaned and slowly pulled away, leaving her body on fire and barely able to stand.

His eyes were heavily lidded, and his breath came in short bursts. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, sweets.”

She licked her lips, trying to get her breathing under control. “Oh?”

“Don’t give me, oh. If your response to my kiss now is any indication, I’d say you wanted me to kiss you for a while, as well.”

She gazed up into his mesmerizing eyes and smiled. “You bet I did.”

He smiled smugly. “Good.”

She couldn’t recall the last time she felt like this, where butterflies erupted in her belly and her insides were all a hot mess. And if she gazed into his eyes much longer, she would totally lose herself forever.