Release Day

 Tomorrow, February 1^st, Testing the Lawman’s Honor will be released. 

El Dorado, Kansas, 1881

Della Cramer has tried her hardest to ignore the way Deputy Spencer Monroe stirs her desire, believing he doesn't share her feelings. Little does she know that Spencer has been harboring years of regret for not preventing her marriage to a scoundrel, despite the searing kiss they shared.

When her long-lost husband's sudden death leaves Della's future uncertain, only Spencer can help her. But first, he will have to convince her to trust him and finally give free rein to her passion....

On Friday night I typed -the end- on my latest manuscript. Now it’s with my beta reader. It’s a nice feeling, wrapping up a story, almost as nice as starting the next one. 

This winter has been amazing, weather wise. I can’t believe it’s the end of January and I didn’t need a coat when I took the dog for a walk.

Speaking of dogs, I stopped by our son’s house today and visited with the granddogs for a bit. Cody said yesterday morning he asked the dogs what they wanted to do—Gander went in the kitchen and carried his food dish back to Cody, while Bear ran upstairs and brought down and orange hunting hat.

Had lunch with a friend today and we spent hours talking about writing. Just doesn’t get a whole lot better than that.

I suspect that’s enough rambling for now.  Be good to yourself. If you don’t, who will?

Frisbee, anyone?

Yes, it snowed again. And, as you can see, Bear, one of our granddogs, found his Frisbee even amongst the mounds of white. He’s a real character, and was the inspiration for the dog, Sammy, in Shotgun Bride, The Quinter Brides Book One, though I don’t tell him that. He already believes he’s inspirational.

Plenty going on this week with holiday gatherings for the various community chambers I belong to, and this coming weekend is my writer’s group’s holiday party. I’m scrounging up ‘white’ elephant gifts. It’s a fun way to recycle, reuse, and regift some things that have been sitting around for a while. What about you? Do you like ‘white’ elephant exchanges, or not?

My Google alert caught this review of A Wife for Big John. I so enjoy hearing from readers. Without them, who would I write for?

I’ll be over at the Minxes of Romance Blog on December 8th, and on the 15th, I’ll be at the Mixed Book Bag Blog with Jo Jones. Stop by either place if you have time!

The new story is going well, but I put it on hold this weekend while I brainstormed some ideas for my HQN editor who asked if I’d be interested in writing a duet for my next Undones. I also must admit that I spent too much time watching American Pickers on the History Channel this weekend. Goodness, I like that show.

That’s all for now, I’m off to my daughter-in-law’s to make Christmas wreaths. Enjoy your week, and take time to count a few blessings, they are endless!

This week's thoughts...

Here’s our other trick or treaters, Minnie Mouse and a princess (with a pointy hat, not a crown, as she explained it.)


I must admit I’m extremely glad the elections are over. I’m saddened each time they roll around to see the amount of money that is extinguish through the process. Just think if it was spent elsewhere…there wouldn’t be a hungry child, a family without a home, or a senior without medicine…At least that’s the way I see it. That all said, I do hope everyone took the opportunity to vote.

I’ve been dogsitting this weekend while the kids and hubby are up north hunting, (the latest report was two deer so far), and I’ve so enjoyed having Bear and Gander with me. There really is something about dogs that just brighten the spirit. They love so unconditionally. The neighbor dog has been over to play each day, and she and I were on the same time wave this morning. We both forgot to turn our clocks back.

I took my mother and 3 ½ year old granddaughter up to feed the chickens and gather eggs at our middle son’s house this morning. Isabelle enjoyed gathering the eggs from the roosts, but it was the poop which amazed her the most. She had lots of questions about that, so many she was still talking about it at the restaurant when stopped for lunch an hour later.

Tomorrow is a writing deadline, have to send revisions back to my editor for an outlaw story, and I’m happy to report that after one final read through, I’ll email it off. Then I’ll go back to work on my marshal story. There’s a soiled dove in this one, who’s not so soiled.

That’s it for me this week. I hope you all have a wonderful week, and don’t stress over the little things. It all works out in the end.