Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Glorious day!


The sun is shining and the thermometer is nearing temps we haven’t seen since last October! Yippee! I do believe old Mr. Winter is finally on his way out. The mounds of snow are yielding to the sunlight and warmth and there’s even a hint of green to the otherwise brown and dormant grass.

Let’s see…since my last post…April fool’s day was fun around our house, with everyone getting in on the tomfoolery. My seven-year-old granddaughter got me first thing in the morning with a phone call about needing a ride to school. She was beside herself with laughter when she shouted April Fools! Her little sister got in on the act, repeating the earlier call almost word for word, but then, after a thoughtful pause, asked, “Grandma, can you give us a ride to school? And this isn’t an April fool’s joke.” 

Dear Papa wasn’t done with his humor on April 1st. Last night he informed the man who owns the storage unit I store my Mustang in for the winter is out of town for several more weeks. I’d call the man on Monday and left a message saying I’d like to get the car out this week, so I was a bit disappointed to hear that, and believed it since the man hadn’t called me back. Papa then started laughing and said April fools. I informed him that he was 7 days late. Anyway…In less than an hour I’ll be on my way to get my Mustang out of storage. Another yippee!

One final yippee….I booked my trip to San Antonio, Texas. The end of July—yes, I know, July in Texas—I’ll be attending the RWA (Romance Writers of America) conference. I’m really looking forward to it, heat and all. 

Sorry to be so short, but I was lost in 1925 up until a few minutes ago—this fourth story (Josie’s) is coming together fast! I just noticed the time and remembered I wanted to get a new blog post up today since it had been a while. 

Enjoy all the little things around you (and the big ones), miracles are happening.

Cheers!

Saturday, March 22, 2014

And it's off...


The third book in my roaring twenties story has been sent off for others to read and give me their feedback! The heroine, Twyla, had some serious decisions to make, but in the end, she found her happily ever after. One more story/sister to go—that’s Josie’s. She’s arrested in Twyla’s story, and I’m excited to discover exactly why. This entire series will be released the summer of 2015. 

Next up will be Never Tempt a Lawman, May 1st

Steady, wealthy and oh-so-safe—that's the kind of husband Bess Trundale wants. Someone like the local banker's son. Someone unlike Sheriff Kirk Landers. The lawman's confident swagger gets right under her skin…and into her fantasies. And though she's tried to ignore the chemistry surging between them, one night is about to change everything.

Kirk isn't planning on being anyone's husband ever again. But months of living under the same boardinghouse roof as quick-witted, feisty Bess have stirred desires he can't ignore. Together they could put their pasts to rest and claim a bold, passionate future—if he can tempt her to break all the rules with him….


Life around the home front is marching on…as in March is already on its way out. 
Our youngest son had his 28th birthday last week and I shared with him the weekend before he was born, we raked our yard—not so this year. We still have snow piled high. 

We have had a couple above zero days, and all that melting snow gave us plenty of mud. That also happened to be the day that my old washing machine gave up the ghost. She’d served me well over the years—three teenage boys aren’t easy on anything—so it was to no fault of her own. The new set couldn’t be delivered for ten days, and I swear, those were the longest ten days of my life.  We bought the stackable ones to give us more room in the laundry room, and they arrived yesterday! Oh, yes, they were busy washing and drying until I went to bed. 

Today was a fun day. Papa had made a date with Hayley to watch Frozen—he didn’t go to the movie theatre with the rest of us—and I had a date with Karlee to get manicures. So after we both had our nails painted we came home in time to have lunch and then all four of us, Papa, Hayley, Karlee and I watched the movie. (Isabelle had a birthday party for one of her friends and Connor is just a little too young to care about Disney cartoons.) The two girls spent the rest of the afternoon playing together as best-friends cousins do. 

After catching up on a few blogs this evening, I plan to work on my paranormal set in Cody, Wyoming. 

Until next time, be good to yourself and kind to others. We’re all in this together.

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Read an E-Book Week March 2-8


In honor of e-book week, Paty Jager and I are offering For a Sister’s Love for FREE at SMASHWORDS. http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/84043  You can either use this code: FL74J or the code offered on the site which is RW100.

I go back and forth between paper books and e-books, and I honestly can’t tell you that I like one more than the other. When I first got my Kindle, I (wrongly) assumed that would mean I’d no longer have a stack of books on my bedside table. They are still there, but so lies the Kindle. I must admit, the Kindle is my traveling partner. I must also admit I’ve brought home more than one paperback only to discover I’d already downloaded the story on my Kindle. Not that I mind. There are plenty of books that I enjoy reading more than once. 

For those of you who don’t have a Kindle or other E-reader, you can download the app onto your cell phone and/or computer. (I have those, too. I really am never without a book.)

So…what else is happening around here? A lot, as usual. We’ve
received more wintery weather, which we took advantage of and dug out the toboggan. The granddaughter had a blast, and Bear, the granddog, was part of the fun. He pulled the toboggan back up the hill once, but was not impressed. I believe the thought the thing was chasing him, and the faster he ran, the faster it followed him. It was a sight. The girls also went snowplowing with Papa in his old red Chevy and while ‘blazing a new trail’ they became stuck. Luckily they were just in the woods beyond the front yard, so Isabelle ran up the driveway and she and I took the GMC down to pull them out.
 
We also celebrated Hayley’s birthday. She is now the ripe old age of five. We had three celebrations, one at the restaurant of her choice on her actual birthday and then yesterday we had a bowling party with a dozen of her friends, and then a family party at her home afterwards. 

On the writing side, I’m on the final few chapters of the third roaring twenties story, and already getting anxious to start the fourth one. Which I must get back to right now.

Keep your head up and a smile on your face. It helps. Remembering winter can’t last for every helps, too.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Honky Tonk Winners


Thanks to all who stopped by to learn more about the Honky Tonk Hearts Series.

The winners are:

Gus' door prize of a TWRP Mug goes to...Calisa Rhose for her comment on Jannine Gallant's post.

The $25 publisher's prize TWRP gift card goes to...bn100 for her comment on Sylvie Kaye's post.

And the $50 authors' prize TWRP gift card goes to...Debby(236) for her comment on Donna Michaels' post.

Congratulations ladies! You’ll all be contacted by email.

I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day! We had a quiet evening at home with a wonderful surf and turf meal. Papa grilled steaks and I made lobster tails to go with it, along with other fixings. I spent the morning with one of my granddaughters celebrating in her preschool classroom, the afternoon shopping with her until we could pick up her sister from first grade, and the late afternoon delivering Valentine’s gifts to the other grandchildren. A love-filled day for sure.

Yesterday we watched a friend take a ‘polar plunge’ for the Cancer Society and had a great visit with my sister and her husband, and today we will be attending a swim meet.

Enjoy your week!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Honky Tonk Hearts Blog Hop!




Ladies, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking old Gus, owner of The Lonesome Steer honky tonk couldn’t have brought together all the lonely, broken hearts that he did. But I’m here to tell you I have. Not only do I have the pictures of these couples in my office to prove it, but there’s been a whole series of romances written about the men and women who found love at The Lonesome Steer. And just like every one of my couples, each of these romances is a keeper.

The authors of these books have put together a Valentine Honky Tonk Blog Hop, an easy way for you to get a sneak peak at every story. And there are prizes to put a bounce in your Texan Two-Step. To be Eligible, visit each blog link below and leave a comment. The more hop stops you visit and comment on, the more chances YOU have to win a $50 gift card to The Wild Rose Press. In addition, the publisher has provided a second grand prize of a $25 gift card to The Wild Rose Press and a TWRP Mug for a random commenter (Sorry, US visitors only for the mug prize). Some of the ladies will also be giving away their own personal prizes. So whatcha waitin’ for? Happy hoppin’! 

Nothing But Trouble by Jannine Gallant                    
Honky Tonk Man by Sylvie Kay                                
Those Violet Eyes by Vonnie Davis                            
Lonesome Cowboy by Stacy Dawn                           
The Morning After by Brenda Whiteside                   

I hope you’re having a good time visiting all the blogs and reading excerpts from the stories! I loved writing Sing to Me, Cowboy, and have truly enjoyed the other stories in the Honky Tonk  Hearts series! Be sure to leave a comment for your chance to win!

Blurb: 
Heather Gibson's past catches up with her one dark Texas night.

Locked in a custody battle with an ex-husband who's looking for any excuse to take her children, Heather doesn't need any more trouble. But when a broken-down car and a dead cell phone leave her stranded at the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, she comes face-to-face with the one man who could jeopardize everything--including her heart.

Country-singing sensation Lance Dugan is back in Amarillo for his grandfather's birthday and to take care of a bit of unfinished business--apologize to Heather for leaving ten years ago. Lance has fought hard and won big the last few years, but seeing Heather again makes him wonder if he's been fighting for the right things.

Finding each other again may seem like fate, but one horrible secret, buried deep, could divide them forever.

Excerpt:

“Lance!”

A roar of clapping and stomping echoed over the parking lot as Bubba stepped out the door. “You’re up.”

The call of duty tore at Lance’s insides. This wasn’t the first time he’d played at The Lonesome Steer, but the other ones had been impromptu performances. This time Gus had advertised the event, and Lance couldn’t let the honky tonk owner down. However, right now there was something he wanted to do more than sing.

Frustrated he didn’t have a choice, he took Heather’s hand, flipped it over, and laid the cell phone in her small palm. “I’m sorry, but I gotta go. Use my phone to find the number and call.”

“How will I get it back to you?”

He shrugged, but it was an act. Deep down he wanted to beg her to stay, watch him perform. Learn he had made something out of himself. “You can hang around. I’m only singing a few songs. The tow truck probably won’t be here by the time I’m done.”

A smile shot across her lips like a falling star, here for a moment and then gone.

“All right. Thanks, Lance.”

He gave her a nod, and then slapping Bubba, his right-hand man on the arm, walked through the door. The crowd was chanting his name, and as usual, his heartbeat increased. He loved performing. Loved singing his songs for people, and here, in his hometown, he loved it even more.

The performer in him burst forward—a good thing since the man in him was still outside. Making his way across the dance floor, he nodded to folks he knew, and some he didn’t. In a single bound, he jumped onto the stage and lifted the guitar balanced against a speaker.

“Hello, again!” he shouted. When the noise died down, he added, “I had to step outside for some sweet Texas-night air, and I gotta tell ya…damn, it’s good to be home!”

The roar could have lifted the roof off the Lonesome Steer like a twister had done a few years back. Gus had to pay a big company out of Amarillo to put a metal roof on the weathered and well-used building. The man now loved to claim not even a Texas tornado could put him out of business.

Strumming the strings, Lance turned to Joey on the drums and Frank on the bass, two of his band members who didn’t mind playing hometown gigs for free. “She’s My Angel,” he said.

They both nodded, and simultaneously, started playing the intro. The words flowed over Lance’s tongue as automatic as a wristwatch ticked away minutes. There was no need to think. The music overtook him, made his toes tap, his fingers strum, and his hips sway. The crowd started to sing along, and he played it up, nodded to someone in the front row and then another, as if they had his full attention.

They didn’t.

His mind was still in the parking lot.

Would she wait? He didn’t have a right to, but he certainly wanted a few more minutes of Heather Childs’s time. Heather Gibson. That’s right. She’s married, and Matt’s home with the kids. A boy and a girl if his sister’s grapevine was right.

The song ended, and he flipped the guitar under his arm to take a bow.

“Lance! Sing Riding Across Texas,” someone shouted.

“Yeah! Riding Across Texas,” others agreed.

“All right. Don’t ever let it be said Lance Dugan doesn’t give his fans what they want.” He turned to Joey and Frank again, waiting for their signals, and then finding the right notes, sang his current number one song. It had been on the charts for the past thirty-six weeks, nineteen at number one. Nature once again took over. It was his soul that sang. His body was just a host. This time, he tried to keep his mind in the room, and off Heather, but as he looked over the crowd, his gaze linked with an unforgettable pair of blue eyes in the back of the room near Gus’s office. Her hair was pulled back in a single ponytail, and the neon lights behind the bar lit up her white tank top like a glow-in-the-dark poster.

He gave her a nod, just a gesture to say, I see you, but what she did in response almost stopped his heart.

Holding up his phone, she then set it on the bar, and disappeared into the crowd.


Here are the links to the other stories one more time:

Nothing But Trouble by Jannine Gallant                     
Honky Tonk Man by Sylvie Kay                                 
Those Violet Eyes by Vonnie Davis                            
Lonesome Cowboy by Stacy Dawn                            
The Morning After by Brenda Whiteside