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Steamy historical romance set in the raw and wild west.

Marshal in Petticoats

Halsey Brothers Series Book 1

by Paty Jager

Genre: Steamy Historical Western Romance 

After accidentally shooting a bank robber, Darcy Duncan becomes marshal of a town as accident-prone as herself. Darcy's taken care of her younger brother the last five years, and she's not about to take orders from a corrupt mayor or a handsome drifter, whose curiosity could end her career as a marshal and take away their security.

Gil Halsey arrives in Galena looking for his boss's son turned outlaw. Getting the young man back to the ranch will seal the foreman's job. When he discovers the town's new marshal is a passionate woman with high regard for family, he turns to protecting her. Darcy reunites him with his estranged family as they romp through gold country after outlaws.

Steamy historical romance set in the raw and wild west.

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Outlaw in Petticoats

Halsey Brothers Book 2

Maeve Loman has had her heart crushed before; she isn't about to have it happen again. When she takes Zeke Halsey up on his offer to help her discover the truth behind her father's disappearance, she's sure she can control her traitorous body and not fall for the man's considerable charms.

Zeke Halsey has wanted Maeve Loman since he first set eyes on the prickly schoolteacher. Even as she thwarts his advances, he sees the desire burning in her eyes. Offering to help her find her father, he hopes to prove he’s not going anywhere. Captured by outlaws, they soon realize how much they're willing to sacrifice for the other.

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Miner in Petticoats

Halsey Brothers Book 3

Ethan Halsey, the oldest of the Halsey brothers, is determined to fulfill his father’s wishes to provide for his brothers. The only drawback is a feisty woman who refuses to part with the land he needs.

Aileen Miller has had two husbands. She isn’t about to allow another man to dictate her life or the lives of her two children. Can they work together and achieve their goals or will their growing attraction shatter their dreams and disrupt their families? 

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Doctor in Petticoats

Halsey Brothers Book 4 

Dr. Rachel Tarkiel gave up on love after a devastating accident and settled for a life healing others. She’s content with her situation until handsome Clay Halsey shows up and inspires her to want more.

Blinded by a person he considered a friend, Clay curses his circumstances and his limitations. Meeting the intriguing Dr. Tarkiel who shows him no pity, Clay begins to realize he is still a whole man and he can make his own happiness.

Can their love overcome their internal fears and the obstacles life throws at them or will a mysterious man keep them apart forever? Suggested reading age 18+ because of adult situations and steamy love scenes.

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Logger in Petticoats

Halsey Brothers Book 5

Hank Halsey believes he’s found the perfect logging crew—complete with cooks—until he discovers Kelda Neilson would rather swing an axe than flip eggs. As he sets out to prove women belong in the kitchen, he’s the one in danger of getting burned.

Strong and stubborn, Kelda Nielsen grew up falling trees, and resents any man who believes she’s not capable, until Hank. He treats her like a lady and has her questioning what that means. As Kelda and Hank’s attraction builds, she hires a cook so she can sneak out and work in the woods. But will her deceit ruin her chance at love or will hardheaded Hank realize it’s more than his love that puts a sparkle in Kelda’s eye?

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Marshal in Petticoats

Book one in the Halsey Brothers' steamy historical western romance series.

 “What kind of bullets does this take?” Darcy Duncan cradled a shiny, new rifle in her arms.

The merchant on the other side of the counter cleared his throat. She turned her thoughts and gaze from the gun to the merchant’s bald head. Both the glass counter and his head shone glossy in the sunlight streaming through the large window. Did he spend hours polishing both?

The man plunked a box of .45-70 shells on the counter. Darcy picked one up. The bullet was nearly the same size as her pointer finger. Something this size was sure to bring down food, keep claim jumpers away, and scare their uncle should he find them. She shivered. So far they’d not been dogged by him, however, she knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up to her and Jeremy. He held deep grudges. Ones her pa hadn’t known or he wouldn’t have left them in his brother’s care.

“I’d like to take a look down the sight outside,” she said, setting the stock of the gun against her shoulder.

“Just bring the gun back and pay for it. I don’t take kindly to people walking off with what they ain’t paid for.” The man scowled at Jeremy, who fingered a knife small enough to get lost in the pocket of a pair of trousers.

“If I like it, I’ll pay for it,” she said and knocked Jeremy’s hand away from the knife before walking to the door.

The bullet in her hand made gripping the gun awkward. She slid the cumbersome ammunition into the chamber of the rifle. Slipping the bullet in her pocket wouldn’t work. The man would think she was stealing. Neither she nor Jeremy, her twelve-year-old brother, had stooped that low even when their bellies went empty more than a day.

She stepped out of the store onto the hastily thrown down plank walkway. The board wobbled under her feet, causing her to lose balance. Darcy grabbed Jeremy’s shoulder to keep from making a spectacle and clutched the rifle against her body. With her luck she’d drop the dang thing and have to pay top dollar for a scuffed up rifle. They didn’t have enough money to waste on her clumsiness.

When her legs steadied, she raised the butt of the gun to her shoulder and sighted down the barrel. Squinting one eye, she tipped her head, and held the sight on a man walking across the street. Then another man appeared between the gun and her prey. She moved the gun, following him as he walked. Just like a deer in the woods. Only these deer weren’t nearly as agile.

A cry rang out. Two men burst from a building across the street. Darcy trained the sights on a man with a bandana over his face, carrying a saddlebag. He vaulted onto the saddle of a horse tied to a rail. His movements resembled a leaping deer. This was more like hunting. The horse whirled around.

“Look!” Jeremy slapped her on the arm. “A bank robbery!”

BANG! The rifle rammed against her shoulder, a spasm of pain shot up her neck. Black smoke curled from the end of the gun and rolled back along the barrel. The caustic smell of burnt gunpowder burned her eyes and stung her nose. Through her tears, a blurry object fell forward over the neck of the horse and landed with a thud on the ground.

“Oh, blazes!” Her stomach convulsed as she stared at the motionless body beside the horse’s nervous hooves. Darcy pushed the rifle at Jeremy. He shook his head and shoved it back at her. She scanned the storefronts and cringed as every person along the street, save the man lying face down in the dirt, stared at her. This was worse than the last town. At least there she’d only knocked the mayor’s wife into a pile of cow manure.

Outlaw in Petticoats

 Book Two in the Halsey Brothers’ steamy historical western romance series 

Maeve paced the floor. Her hair was piled on her head with tendrils tickling her neck. Everything fit perfectly. She had only one problem. The dress buttoned up the back. No matter how she twisted, she couldn’t slip a button through a hole.

A knock startled her from her reveries on how to finish the task.

“Maeve, it’s me, Zeke.” He rattled the knob, and she stopped squirming as her feet rooted to the middle of the room.

The man who’d begun to trickle into her heart stood on the other side of the door. He was also the only person she knew who could button her dress.

“Maeve?” The slight rise of his worried voice put her feet into motion. She crossed the room and flicked the key.

The door opened so fast she jumped backward. Zeke wrapped his arms around her, embracing her to his hard chest.

“When you didn’t answer the door, I thought…” His body shook. Before she could soak up his worry, he held her out in front of him. “What’s wrong?”

She felt small for having given him such concern, but now he was in the room, her face heated.

“Maeve?” He placed a warm finger under her chin, tipping her face to look up into his.

“I-I-” she turned her back to him. She couldn’t ask him to button her dress and look at him.

The deep chuckle rumbled behind her and sent her embarrassment flying. How dare he find humor in her situation. His knuckles brushed her skin, and she forgot her anger. The sensation of his rough skin against hers sent shivers gliding up her back.

“Sorry, when the lady at the store showed me this dress I just thought the color would look good, I never thought about how you’d get into it.” The sincerity in his voice made her look over her shoulder at him.

Their gazes locked, his hands stilled. She wanted to repay him for all his kindness—that was all. Lifting an arm, she grasped his neck, pulling his head down. Before she lost her nerve, she placed her lips on his.

Zeke groaned and spun her in his arms, drawing her tight against him and deepening the kiss. His rough hands branded her skin through the flimsy chemise when they slid through the open back of her dress. His mouth did wondrous things to her lips. When she opened, his entrance stoked a fire within. Her body came alive, pressing against him. The evidence of his arousal no longer scared her.

In fact, she’d become curious. Pushing her body tighter against his, she felt the length of his hardness against her stomach.

 Miner in Petticoats

Book Three in the Halsey Brothers’ steamy historical western romance series. 

Aileen sighed. “No’ today, Myrle.” Colin moved down the street, and she followed, afraid to leave him alone. Whenever she did, he seemed to find a fight. She looked back at the woman and man standing on the porch and sighed. Aye, maybe next time she could visit.

“Ma, I know you like to visit with the widow, but I don’t like the way Shayla cottons to Mr. Halsey.” Colin’s words stopped her feet.

She grasped Colin’s sleeve and turned him. “What do ye mean?”

“That’s all she jabbered about yesterday after he left. Big man. Happy man.” He rolled his eyes.

Shayla stood between them. She grinned. “I like Happy Man. He makes me smile.”

Aileen shook her head. “Lassie, he’s no’ a man to be friendin’.”

“Why?” Shayla stuck out her bottom lip, and tears glistened in her eyes.

Pulling Shayla against her skirts, Aileen gave her a hug. “ ’Cause he wants to take away some o’ our land.”

“He’s not a bad man.” Shayla pushed out of the embrace and stomped her small foot.

“Stop blubberin’ and pitchin’ a fit.” Colin grabbed his sister’s arm roughly.

Aileen pried his hand from Shayla’s arm and stepped between them. “Ye’ll no’ touch a female roughly.” She bent down, making herself eye level. “Ah dinnae care if she has embarrassed ye or made ye mad. Yer da wouldn’t have harmed a female, and ye’ll be like yer da no’ that monster.”

Colin’s eyes widened before he shuttered his emotions. He jerked from her grasp and ran down the street.

“Colin! Come back! Colin!” Aileen took a step to follow when a large hand grasped her elbow. She jumped, sucking in air.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him.” Mr. Halsey ruffled Shayla’s hair before he headed between the two buildings where Colin disappeared.

Aileen jammed her fists on her hips and watched the man’s long-legged stride carry him away. If he only knew how Colin felt about him, he would think twice afore chasing the boy down.

They couldn’t stand in the street all day. It brought more attention than she liked.

“Come on, let’s get our supplies and be ready to head home when Colin returns.” She grasped her skirt in one hand, Shayla’s hand in her other, and headed to the only general store in Sumpter.

“Don’t worry, Momma, Happy Man will find Colin.” Shayla’s young optimism made her smile.

“Aye, Lassie, ah’m sure he will.” But what will he find when Colin turns all that anger on him.

Doctor in Petticoats

Book Four in the Halsey Brothers’ steamy historical western romance series 

“I’ve never lost a student.” The matron’s shaking statement ended in a whisper.

“You aren’t going to lose one. Sylvie is fine now. Go back to bed.” Rachel put an arm around Mrs. White, leading her out of the infirmary and into the hall. “She’ll be fine. Go on.”

The matron shuffled down the hall in her flannel nightgown and bare feet. Seeing the matron so distraught over the child warmed Rachel’s heart to surly Mrs. White.

She slipped back into the infirmary, placed a chair against the wall between the two beds, sat, drew a blanket over her body, and closed her eyes.

Clay heard Rachel settling in. How could she sleep on a chair? He lay awake listening to the slight whistle of the child and the slow deep breathing of the doctor. The chair creaked, and Rachel moaned.

He reached toward the sound. His knuckles skimmed over her hair. He twisted, grimacing from the pain shooting up his leg, and used his hands to determine her position. She leaned sideways. He slipped the closest arm around her back, grasped the arm farthest away from him, and gently tugged.

She mumbled, pulling back.

“Shh, Lie down here and get some sleep.” He spoke softly. “You’ve had a busy day. Lie down.”

“Sylvie.”

Her soft feminine mumble tugged his lips into a grin. She wiggled from his grasp starting to stand. He found her hand again and tugged.

“She’s fine. Lie down. Rest.”

She plopped onto his body. He winced at the pain of her weight forcing his injured leg downward.

Her head rested on his chest, one arm across his middle. He grasped her leg pushing down on his injured one and draped it over his thighs. He breathed in the citrus scent of her hair and waited for the throbbing in his leg to abate. The weight of her limbs comforted him in a way he hadn’t experienced since childhood. Her warm curves pressed against him, fitting to his body perfectly.

Clay brushed a hand over her silky hair. Dull brown, she’d said. It was too downy and sweet smelling to be a dull brown. He traced her small ear hidden under soft, short curls. His fingers followed her velvety skin up along her hairline, down the middle of her forehead, so smooth and warm, over a small bump of a nose and pouty, supple lips. He traced the pointed edges at each side. What would it feel like to taste them? A puff of warm air misted his fingers, and she mumbled.

Clay continued his exploration, moving down her chin and the side of her face. The pads of his fingers ran over a ridge. He held his breath and traced the ridge from just above her jaw all the way to her temple. The narrow pucker of skin lay two finger widths from her hairline and ran the length of her face. A scar? How had it happened? And when?

This was why she pulled back from his touch and gave such a disparaging view of herself. Had someone left this scar on her? If so, he’d find that person and make him pay. His hands fisted. He flexed his aching knuckles and squelched his rage. It wouldn’t do to show how her disfigurement riled him. His limbs gradually relaxed, and he pondered how to help her overcome her poor view of herself. How did he bring up the topic of her scar without upsetting her?

Clay wrapped his arms around Rachel’s middle and clasped his hands, holding her from rolling off the bed. Her warm breath puffed across his chest. His heart expanded at the latest knowledge about the woman. He was falling for Rachel’s caring nature, her witty conversation, and her touch that heated his body like no other. He’d give up on ever getting his sight back if he could end each day with her wrapped in his arms.

Logger in Petticoats

Book Five in the Halsey Brothers’ steamy historical western romance series 

“Only when they’re in the camp. Outside the camp it’s me and my boys, and some instances Kelda, who are in charge.”

Hank ripped his attention from the man’s large booted feet stepping out yet another square and peered at Arvid’s face. “Your wife is in charge of the loggers outside camp? I thought she cooked?”

“Nei! Kelda, my daughter. She’s been learning the trade since she was big enough to follow me and her brothers about the forest.” He winked. “And the men respect her. She can shank a chain and swing an axe as good as they. Of course, there’s always the newcomer who has to give her a challenge, but she’s gives them a good turn.”

“Your daughter works in the woods? Isn’t that dangerous?” Hank shook his head. It wasn’t right for a woman to be in that kind of danger. “While you’re working for me, I don’t want her in the woods.” 

Arvid narrowed his eyes. “She is one of the best. She can handle any logging job.”

Hank stood his ground on this. “She’ll not work in the woods while you’re here. Keep her in the kitchen.” His brother’s wives had held occupations usually held by men. But a logger? What did the woman look like? Hank shivered at the thought. 

“She will not be happy to hear you forbid her to work in the woods.”

“If she values her family having work here, she’ll abide.” Hank wasn’t going to back down. 

Arvid watched him intently. “When we met I told you my family worked together, and I had a daughter.”

“Yes, I like that about your outfit, that it’s family. But I can’t have a woman out in the woods distracting the men or possibly getting hurt.” 

Arvid shook his head, before his eyes lit with merriment again. “She can cook a berry pie better than any you’ve ever tasted. The men beg her for pies when the berries are ripe.” 

Hank found it hard to fathom a woman who swung an axe like a man, baking pies. It just didn’t settle in his mind. 

Paty Jager is an award-winning author of 54 novels, 8 novellas, and numerous anthologies of murder mystery and western romance. All her work has Western or Native American elements in them along with hints of humor and engaging characters. Paty and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. Riding horses and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

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