Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts by Cindy A. Christiansen

Today I’m welcoming author Cindy A. Christiansen to my site. Cindy is the author of Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts and is here to share more about her writing.


Guest Post from Author Cindy A. Christiansen

Hi! I am excited to share my latest western sweet romantic suspense with all of you!

This book came about with the premise of “he who angers you, conquers you.” Having grown up on a farm surrounded by subdivisions, we had our share of conflict with the neighbors. Kids would get a new BB gun or pellet gun for Christmas and our dogs, cows and horses would get shot. Residents along our property line found it more convenient to throw trash in our fields than put it out for garbage collection, so our farm equipment would get damaged. It went so far as to have a neighbor come down one wintry day and tell us to keep our snow in our fields, he was tired of shovelling his driveway. So with these experiences in mind, the battle between the Wakelys and the McCluskies started to form.

Broken Deeds

Here is the story-line for Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts:


At the age of fifteen, Carly Sue McCluskie ran away from the family farm to escape her abusive great uncle Ezra and the torment of her classmates only to end up homeless on the streets of Salt Lake City. Eight years later, she reluctantly returns to oversee Ezra’s estate and is not surprised to learn someone killed the old codger. What she didn’t expect is someone attempting to kill her.


Seth Wakely and his family have been feuding with the McCluskies for a lifetime, but that doesn’t stop him from helping a neighbor in need. Seth is as surprised as a pig laying an egg when he learns someone in their little country town might have killed Ezra and now Carly Sue’s life is in danger.


Seth finds himself torn between protecting her and the bitter memories of the past, including what he did to Carly Sue. Good thing he can send his Border collie, Jewel, over to protect her.


Will their Hatfield and McCoy relationship continue, or will Carly Sue and Seth be able to conquer the anger which corrals them and, instead, learn to love?



And if that didn’t whet your appetite, here’s an excerpt:


Carly Sue McCluskie leaned her hot pink Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle into the turn down the dirt road to the old farm and slowed. She hated the idea of returning after eight years. She had done everything in her power to leave her past behind and her memories of growing up in Elkhorn, Utah. She hadn’t set so much as a foot back in the whole of Summit County since leaving at the age of fifteen. Every decision she had made since then had been to distance herself from the country lifestyle Ezra, her father’s uncle, had tried to ram down her throat.

She couldn’t say she was sorry the old buzzard had died, either. He was the most miserable man God had ever placed on the earth. She didn’t regret the day she had run away to escape him. Spotting the rusty tin roof of the barn and sporadic blue shingles left on the old house made her slow her progression even further. Just getting closer brought back years of pain and suffering from having lived with him.

And it wasn’t just Ezra. At the time, she suddenly had no friends at all at school. She had no idea what had happened, only that everyone avoided her like the plague. She had walked up to her best friend, Bailey, standing at their locker. Bailey had looked at her with big teal eyes and pulled at one of her auburn braids. “Sorry, Carly Sue. You know how it is.” She shrugged, turned, and walked away. She never spoke to Carly again.

Carly hadn’t understood what had changed. She still didn’t understand. Why had everyone started treating her differently…cruelly? Of course, she had never had many friends because of Ezra, but what had changed? Her chest tightened, and she swallowed hard. She didn’t want to remember the past.

She wanted to get this whole business of closing Ezra’s estate over with and get on with her life at her bakery, Sweet Creams. She had worked hard to get this far, and she had done it alone.

She wanted nothing from Ezra, not that there would be anything left. She wasn’t stupid. The attorney, Andrew Baxter, had indicated there were financial concerns, and she knew Ezra well enough to know he would have drank any profits the farm produced. So far, they hadn’t been able to find a Last Will and Testament or any of Ezra’s other important papers. Most likely, there weren’t any to be found. Everything would go into probate and then his creditors would be paid off. That was fine with her. She hadn’t even wanted an autopsy, but they had insisted since he died alone. They considered that suspicious circumstances. She had no idea why she agreed since he was seventy-five and an alcoholic. And, Carly wasn’t even certain why she had arranged for a graveside service, except maybe to make sure he was actually dead and buried. She scoffed. She would have rather had him cremated and not bothered with a burial, but then she would have had to wait until the autopsy and the rest of the investigation was over. She wanted him gone and buried. There was no love lost between them.

She pulled up next to the rickety picket fence that needed a good coat of paint and parked her motorcycle. She half expected Mr. Baxter to meet her, but they hadn’t made such an arrangement. She slipped off her helmet, swung her leg over the seat, and hung her helmet on the handlebar. She peeked at her image in the side mirror of her motorcycle. Helmets did nothing for hairdos.

She tried to fluff her hair as she walked around the side of the house, checking things out. The place hadn’t changed for the good over the years. Of course, Ezra wouldn’t have wasted good liquor money on paint, that was for sure. She looked up and noticed an open window on the house. What would that be doing open? Water came flying out of the window, not giving her a chance to flee or duck. The cool liquid hit her right in the face and soaked the front of her blouse. She gasped.

“What in the name of Beelzebub—” a voice came from the house. “Is that you, Jewel?”

Carly couldn’t catch her breath to answer. Something moved behind her. She whirled around, her hair dripping water, to face a growling Border collie. The right side of the dog’s face was black, the other white. Carly noticed the graying muzzle and light brown eyes. The screen door squawked and slammed.

A cowboy—hat, boots, western-detailed shirt and all—rounded the house and stopped cold. Carly had never had anyone stare at her with such intense emotion. She didn’t know what to make of it. The dog let out a small growl again and looked at the man.

“Jewel, leave it,” he said, his expression quickly changing and his lips pulling into a smile. He pushed his hat back and then folded his arms across his chest. “Well, now. Mighty sorry about that.”

If she hadn’t been so angry, she might have noticed his broad shoulders, bulging pecs, lean hips, wavy dark hair, and dusty brown eyes. Wait a minute. She had noticed.

His smile faded. “Don’t tell me.” His shoulders slumped. “You must be Carly Sue McCluskie.”






Author Cindy A. Christiansen

So now you know I grew up on a farm, but only four of the thirteen books I’ve written are contemporary westerns. Some of the other topics I write about in my sweet romances are mining, wildfire fighters, funeral homes, classic cars, cooking, construction and historical home restoration, geriatric medicine, dairy farming, antiques, treasure hunting, clock restoration, and hunting.


And, probably the most important aspect of all my books is the dogs. You won’t find one of my books without at least one dog. I feature them on the covers and donate to abused and abandoned rescue groups. My current cause is CAWS—Community Animal Welfare Society.


Of course, I have always loved dogs and had working dogs growing up on the farm, but it wasn’t until I become bed-ridden with a chronic illness that I adopted a rescue who really rescued me. That is when I began writing in bed when dragging my hand across the page was more than taxing.


Just so you know, sweet romance means the book contains no bedroom scenes or offensive language and delves more into the emotional relationship between the hero and heroine.  It is suitable for young adults and up.


You can find my books with most major ebook retailers and my print books through Amazon. Broken Deeds, Broken Hearts is my first book listed with Kindle Unlimited but it is still available to purchase for $2.99.


Here are my buy links:

Amazon * B&N Nook * Apple iBooks * Kobo * Inktera * Oyster


Thank you for sharing your valuable time with me today.


Love, Light and Happy Reading,


~Cindy A. Christiansen

Sweet Romance, Humor, Suspense…and Dogs!



  1. Thanks so much for featuring me today!