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Lasso the Moon
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Lasso The Moon
Peacemakers: Old West (Book 1)
Digital / Trade Paperback
BC Ink / Fiction
Historical Romance


A wild west adventure that will rope your heart!

Motivated by a childhood promise, Paris Garrett travels to the wilds of Arizona Territory (1877) to seek fame as a stage actress.  Never mind that she doesn't possess a lick of experience or that her true passion is songwriting. Before he died, her beloved papa encouraged her to reach for the stars.  She promised to lasso the moon!  She's already slipped free of her over-protective brothers. Nothing and no one, especially some badge-wearing Romeo is going to rein her in or stand in her way.     

Joshua Grant's life went from diamonds to dust in less time than a rattler strikes.  His uncle was killed, leaving him with an opera house he doesn't want, and forcing him to quit a the law enforcement job he loved.  The topper: In order to keep his sidewinder snake of a cousin from inheriting, he has to honor his uncle's will and marry within two weeks.  Life can't get much worse, and then he falls for an eccentric, spitfire songwriter with a mysterious past and a passel of troublesome admirers.  Marrying Paris is about as smart as kissing a coyote, but that's eactly what he intends to do--whether she likes it or not.

Together they could realize their dreams.  That's if they don't drive each other crazy first! 

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...As crafted by Ciotta, Paris is a spunky, plucky heroine that readers will root for.  Josh is the perfect hero for her, and the adventures--and misadventures--that they share as they find their promises and dreams make for a fun, fast read."   -- 4 stars, Romantic Times BOOKclub 

"The Wild West lives up to its billing in Beth Ciotta's charming romantic comedy Lasso the Moon. This is a delightful shoot-out of a romance, a good ol' fashioned tale of high-spirited fun." -- BookPage

"Witty dialogue puts the story on a fast pace and will have you smiling if not laughing out loud. A great combination of romance, laughter, mystery and triumph." -- Five Stars! Affaire de Coeur

"Ciotta uses her own musical-theater background to pen an adorable tale that will put a smile on your face and a warm feeling in your heart. All the elements that made old Saturday afternoon Western fun are here: dusty trails, ornery secondary characters, well-timed humor, a sly villain, a good gunfight or two, and a hero and heroine to root for all the way." -- Nina C. Davis, Book List

"...Beth Ciotta has the innate ability to take human traits, shake them up, stir them a bit, and before you know what hit you, you're laughing out loud at the absurdity of it all LASSO THE MOON is the epitome of romantic comedy and earns a top five spot on my keeper shelf." -- Five Blue Ribbon Review  Dorine Linnen, Sr. Editor, Romance Junkies

"...LASSO THE MOON is an amusing historical romance starring two likable protagonists and a vile antagonist. Fans will laugh at the escapades of the lead couple and hiss at the villain as Beth Ciotta provides a warm lighthearted nineteenth century romantic romp." -- 5 Stars, Harriet Klausner

"...Beth Ciotta writes a fantastic historical that will have you laughing all the way to the last page. This book will appeal to readers of contemporary as well as historicals because its message is timeless and its charm endless. LASSO THE MOON will grab your heart as well as your funny bone..." -- Cat Cody, Romance Junkies

"Ciotta has created a fun and lively read in LASSO THE MOON. Readers will fall instantly in love with the honorable, and sometimes confused, hero and be able to commiserate completely with the ditzy, but daring, heroine. This western-themed historical, was just the ticket to quench my thirst for a fast-paced, funny, fantastic historical. -- Janean Nusz, The Road to Romance

LASSO THE MOON is all at once a sweet romance, a delightfully funny tale, and a sexy story of love found and dreams realized.  I truly enjoyed this story and will be putting Beth Ciotta on my auto-buy list! -- Thia McClain, The Romance Reader Connection


A queer sense of doom nagged Josh as he neared the cell.  His out-of-sorts life was spinning toward the point of no return.  Of course, he wasn’t in the best frame of mind.  Mason’s death still dogged him.  Mason’s will still irked him.  And Paris had turned out to be more of a diversion than he’d bargained.

He unlocked the door and eased it open.  Stepping inside, he pushed his Stetson further onto the back of his head, stroking a day’s growth of whiskers while he took in the unsettling sight. 

Paris looked like a little girl, curled up, sound asleep on the jailhouse cot.  Seeing her like this, all vulnerable like, no wonder Fedderman compared her to his shy and proper daughter.  Thing was, judging from her behavior thus far, Paris was anything but shy and proper.  Still and all, the old man was right.  It wasn’t safe for a woman to travel unescorted across the desert.  Especially when that woman had more sass than sense.

Kissing his peace and quiet goodbye, he crouched down and lightly touched her shoulder.  “Paris.”  She didn’t stir, so he gave her a little shake, frowning when she didn’t respond.  Concerned she might be ill, he pressed his hand to her cheek.  No fever.  The intensity of his relief annoyed him.

He started to pull back, but she nuzzled her face deeper into his cupped palm.  Dark strands of sawdust-sprinkled hair tickled her left cheek.  Her lips curved into a bedeviling smile.  Damn, she looked ornery even when she slept.  She murmured, “Josh,” and that queer lump welled up again in his throat.  He swallowed hard, wondering if he was catching cold.  Then he focused on the fact that he’d invaded this girl’s dreams.  He wasn’t sure whether to feel smug or worried.  Unable to help himself, he smoothed her tangled hair from her pretty face.  “Morning, kid.”

She shot up like a startled bobcat, smacking her head against the wall and knocking Josh on his backside.

Swearing under his breath, he righted himself then reached out to her to inspect the damage.  “You all right?”

“Yes.  No.”  She nudged away his hands, massaged the base of her skull.  “That smarted.”

“I’ll bet.”  He stood and stared down at her, deciding she was not only loony but accident prone.

She blinked up at him.  “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you that question.”  He pointed to her bare feet.  “Where in the devil are your shoes?”

“I forgot to put them on.”

He plucked his hat from his head and jammed his fingers through his hair for the second time this aggravating morning.  “How does a body get dressed to go out and forget to put on her shoes?”  It boggled his mind, adding to the pain stabbing at his temples.  “Never mind.” Repositioning his hat, he got a whiff of stale beer.  He leaned closer and sniffed.  “Friendly tip, kid.  Lay off the booze.  You’re short on sense as is.”

She rose slowly, tilting her head up to meet his admonishing gaze.  “I’m not drunk, and I’m not stupid.  I knocked into a table of half-filled glasses.”

“Which wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t in the saloon in the first place.  You’re lucky Fingers didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”

“That hot-headed, unprofessional oaf!  All I wanted was to play—”

“—the piano.  I know.”  Had she no regard for her safety?  “One of these days your reckless behavior is going to get you into serious trouble.”

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.  “You sound just like my . . . ”

“Your what?”

“Never mind.”

“Your husband?  Fiancé?”

She wiggled the bare fingers of her left hand.  “I don’t have a husband or a fiancé.”

He didn’t want to consider why that made him so all-fired glad.  “Your pa?”

She shifted her gaze toward the barred window.  “Papa’s dead.”

Josh winced at the hitch in her voice.  Once upon a time he had worshiped his own father.  But that was before the man had drunk himself to death.  Shoving the ancient hurt aside, he cupped her chin demanding her attention.  “Your brothers then?”

“You know my brothers?”

“I know they consider you an expert.  Or so you told Fingers last night.”  She’d floored them all with that racy tidbit though he’d quickly surmised she’d meant her abilities as a pianist.

“Oh.  Right.”  Looking almighty relieved, she knocked away his hand, and eyed the open door.  “Can I go now?”

Maybe Fedderman was onto something.  “Listen, kid, whatever you’re running from—”

“I’m not running—”

“Whatever they did—”


“Your brothers.”

She huffed an exasperated breath.  “Am I free to go?”

“Did they mistreat you in some way?”

“No.  Well . . . yes.  Sort of.”

For the love of . . .  “Stop beating around the bush, Paris.  I want to know who or what you’re running from.  You can trust me to—”

She snorted.

Josh dug deep, clutching the last of his patience.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why would I trust you?  You lied to me.”

The muscles in his neck bunched.  Fury burned its way up from his toes to the tips of his ears.  She may as well have accused him of murder.  He closed the distance between them, backing her flush against the cell wall.  Bracing his hands against the stones on either side of her head, he caged her between his arms and glared.  “Come again?”

“Well, not outright,” she explained, her voice climbing an octave.  “More like by way of omission.”

“Spit it out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re a sheriff?”

“I’m not.  Not anymore.”  The fact still rankled.  “I turned in my badge two days ago.”

She grinned ear to ear.  “Really?”

“Why does this make you happy?”

“It doesn’t.”  Her smile slipped.  “I mean, why would it?  I was just curious as to why you’d failed to mention it.  Your occupation, that is.  Not that it matters.”

He wanted to shake the living daylights out of her.  “Are you among the willows?”


“On the lam.  Running from the law.”

“Of all the ridiculous . . . I am not a criminal.”

“Glad to hear it.”  He leaned closer.  “I’d hate to have to escort you to Florence in handcuffs.”

Her eyes widened like a trapped animal’s.  “What are you talking about?  I don’t need an escort.”

“There are those who believe otherwise.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Like hell.”  To prove it he kissed her.  He slanted his mouth over hers again and again.  Hot, hungry, calculated kisses.  He wanted to send her running.  Because she aggravated him.  Because she’d attacked his integrity.  Because she was naïve and fearless.  But mostly, because she made him burn.  He’d never experienced such a fast and fierce attraction.  It scared the hell out of him.  He needed a wife, and she was not wife material.  She was a pain in his neck.  Literally.

Unfortunately, his plan backfired.  She countered his assault by kissing him with a clumsy enthusiasm that stirred his blood, hiking his desire to a dangerous, irrational level.  If he didn’t stop now, he’d end up taking her against the jailhouse wall.  Next step, the altar.

Stunned, he held her at arm’s length like a stick of dynamite.  Surely she was just as dangerous once you lit her fuse.  Never in his life had he taken liberties with a stranger.  A young woman on the run, for Christ’s sake.  He’d kissed this one twice.  And this time he was sober.  What’s worse, she encouraged his disgraceful behavior.  “Stop doing that,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Doing what?”

“Kissing me.”

Her glazed eyes cleared and sparked.  “You kissed me first!” That doesn’t mean you have to like it.”  The thought of her kissing another man with the same sweet abandon knotted his gut.  Not that he was jealous.  Hell, no.  Just concerned another man might take advantage of her virginal curiosity, exhibiting even less restraint than himself.

“Of all the . . . ”  She swung out and slapped his face with a force that rocked his head.

“That’s more like it,” he grumbled.

behind the story

Lasso the Moon is a humorous romantic tale and the characters and time period are near and dear to my heart.  This story was a labor of love and a longtime in the making. I'm so happy I stuck with it until I got it right!   Thankfully Medallion Press shares my enthusiasm for this heartwarming romp, and together we hope to reignite readers' love affair with the wild, wild west.  Check back for cover art, excerpts, and exciting extras.  In the meantime, take a gander at the true-life inspiration for the setting of this book.  Arizona's Superstition Mountains!  After researching these mountains and their colorful history, I just had to see them for myself.  Talk about inspiring!   

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