Happy Sunday my lovelies!  Today I’ve got an extract for you on the blog tour of Reformed Dreamer by Deborah King…..enjoy!

book blurb & info

She’s wreaked havoc in everyone’s lives. Can she find forgiveness… even from within?

Former drug addict Melinda desperately wants to make amends for years of misguided aggression. Fresh out of rehab and in control of her type of bipolar disorder, she’s grateful to have a secure job and a safe homestead for her long road to recovery. Welcomed by a glorious cliffside sunset and her handsome rancher host, she’s surprised by their instant attraction.

Determined to excel at her work, Melinda does her utmost to display kindness and forges a healthy connection with the horses. And when her dedication warms the heart of the steeds’ drop-dead gorgeous owner, she starts to believe in the possibility of unexpected love and a new future.

Can Melinda truly conquer the demons of her past to find redemption?

Reformed Dreamer is the fourth and final book in the sweet Inspiration in Cologne women’s fiction series. If you like hard-won second chances, surprising romance, and rising above mental health hurdles, then you’ll love Deborah King’s touching story.

Formats available: Paperback & eBook.  Available on Kindle Unlimited

Purchase Links: Amazon UK ~ Amazon US


Reformed Dreamer will be .99 c /p until 4th October.


In this brief extract from Reformed Dreamer, we’re introduced to Melinda, the protagonist’s, two co-workers, JC and Justin, and get a clue about Melinda’s sixth sense and read about her first encounter with her favored horses on Cliff’s Edge Ranch.

JC, Justin, and I finish the stalls and runs early. We watch Darius work with four horses in the outside arena when I see six black and white painted horses trot out of the woods and head toward the stable. For the life of me, I can’t figure out where they came from and why they know exactly what they’re doing.

I ask JC about the horses, and he roars with laughter. Justin chuckles and says, “It took me two weeks to figure out Darius’s system. Heck, the horses probably caught on in less time than I did. I haven’t seen anything like it—a high tech horse farm—ingenious.”

I huff and say, “Do you guys expect me to figure it out on my own? I have sixteen horse names to memorize and match. I also have to learn which stall they’re supposed to be in, whether they’re mares or geldings, and what breed they are.”

JC takes pity on me and says, “The horses know, Lindy. All you have to do is ask them.”

I must admit, JC’s comment was hysterical when I seriously thought about asking the horses. Good Lord. I couldn’t contain my laughter. JC and Justin joined in.

“Aw, heck. Our laughter caught Thunder’s attention. Darius lost control of him,” JC grumbles.

“Who is Thunder?”

JC points toward the largest, most muscular horse I have ever seen. “Darius owns him and the filly romping around like she doesn’t have a care in the world.”

“She’s gorgeous, JC. What did Darius name her?”


Spirit trots toward us, stops in front of me, and bumps her head against my upper chest. I stumble backward and giggle. A loud rumbling noise surrounds us, and my eyes widen as I watch Thunder gallop in our direction. He nudges Spirit out of the way and hangs his head over the fence.

The monstrous beast swings his humongous head in my direction and blows raspberries in my face.

“Ugh, disgusting.”

Darius, JC, and Justin chuckle.

“What does he want?”

“Thunder seems to like ya, Lindy, which is rare. He’s also jealous of Spirit gettin’ your attention.”

I hesitantly reach my shaky hand out to pat his neck, the only part of his black body I can reach.

Darius lays his hand on top of mine to calm my nerves. “Don’t ever let a horse suspect you’re apprehensive.” He guides our hands forward and together we rub Thunder’s neck. Thunder nods and whinnies. Darius smacks him on his back end and sends him trotting across the arena.

“What did the three of you find funny enough to interrupt my training session?”

JC jerks his thumb my way. “For a brief second, Lindy thought the horses could talk.” He slaps Justin on the back. The two of them burst into a second round of laughter.

Heat instantly rises to my cheeks. Darius chuckles, quirks his eyebrows, and looks at me, flummoxed.

I raise my arms in the air. “Well, can you blame me? They know how to do everything else.”

“Ah… ‘The System’,” Darius says.

“Yes, whatever you call it. Justin said he couldn’t figure it out for weeks.”

“Sheesh. Thanks a lot, Lindy.”

I do apologize to Justin, but add, “At least I’m not the only one.”

about the author

Deborah King is a spirited woman who was inspired to pursue her dreams due to her mother’s death from early onset Alzheimer’s disease. She has the unique ability to read people and tackle life’s hardships.

Deborah is an acclaimed, distinctive new voice in romantic women’s fiction. After raising two children, working with a not-for-profit wildlife rescue organization, and reading too many books to count, she retired from her personal training and weight management business to follow her dream of writing.

She is extremely grateful for having the opportunity to work with many different people sharing and teaching what inspires her, which you’ll catch glimpses of in her books.

Deborah’s lived in several diverse areas in her city as well as three years in a rural setting. She lives in Missouri with her supportive husband, two rescue cats, who believe they’re dogs, her mini fitness store, and her eclectic collection of books

Where to find Deborah online: Facebook Author Page ~ Facebook Group ~ Goodreads ~ Twitter ~ Pinterest

tour info

Organised by: Rachel’s Random Resources

Thanks to Rachel for inviting me on to the tour, and to Deborah for sharing an extract with us.

Have a wonderful day my lovelies and I’ll be back tomorrow!

Chelle x

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