Please welcome our guest.
She grew up in
on the edge of the prairie. One of her favorite memories is of the
fringed turquoise cowgirl outfit she received for her fifth Christmas. She went off to Kansas
City New York
to study art history at but never lost
her admiration for the fortitude of the pioneers who settled the frontier. She began writing when her daughter entered
pre-school and was quickly captivated by the creative process. The Treasure of Como Bluff is her first
novella but her third western historical romance. Vassar
A girl after our own hearts--a true Sweetheart!~~*~~
Romance in the Bone Wars
Marsh and Cope began their paleontological careers as colleagues, but all that disintegrated when Marsh publically humiliated Cope by pointing out that he had incorrectly connected the head of one of his major finds, a plesiosaur called Elasmasaurus, where the tail should go. From that point on, the gloves were off.
Although Marsh did lead an expedition to
in 1870, guided by William F.
(Buffalo Bill) Cody, as a rule nineteenth century paleontologists did not do
their own digging. They relied on fossil
hunters to ship crates of bones east for study.
They then paid the diggers by the pound or container. These fossil excavators might have been
railroad employees or merely fortune hunters, but whatever their background,
there were not scientists. They used any
method available to get the bones out of the ground as quickly as possible with
little care for what might have been damaged or destroyed in the process. Wyoming
Como Bluff is a barren ridge of rock east of Medicine Bow and west of
Sounds like the perfect setting for a romance, right? I thought so when I dreamed up (literally!) the premise for The Treasure of
Here’s the blurb:
Nick has come to
And an excerpt:
Nick laughed. “Are you always this grumpy when you’re working?”
“I’m about to face the biggest challenge of my life, one that will affect my entire future, and you refuse to take it seriously.” She glared at him through narrowed eyes. “I have every right to be grumpy.”
“Perhaps, but remember, you asked for my help. You need me to pull off this deception.”
He was right. She did need him, and if she wasn’t careful he’d get back on his horse and ride out of her life forever. The thought pushed her near the edge of panic. “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just that this is so important to me.”
Nick slid his arm around her shoulders. “I know. Don’t worry; I won’t abandon you. I owe you. You saved my life, remember?”
When he didn’t release her immediately, Caroline breathed a tiny sigh and allowed herself the luxury of leaning against him, wrapped in the safety and comfort of his arm. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the warm solidity of his chest, absorbing the reassuring rhythmic thump of his heartbeat. She’d always been alone in her quest; it would be a relief to have someone to share it with, even if only for a few days.
She thought she felt something whisper-soft touch the top of her head, almost like a kiss of breeze, but the air was still. It couldn’t have been Nick...could it? She lifted her head and turned until she could see his face. The devil twinkled in those sea-blue eyes, and a lazy smile played across his lips.
“Flip you for the bed.”
~~*~~Thanks so much for stopping by to share this fun bit of our history with me.
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