Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Things You Probably Don't Know About Me...AND A GIVEAWAY! ~Tanya Hanson

These are the basics. I had a very happy childhood with two brothers in suburban Los Angeles but now live on the central coast on a nice little cul de sac surrounded by strawberry fields.




Married 40 years to my personal hero-fireman...my son and daughter are the best thing I have ever done. Ever. And now I’m gramma to two darling little boys, my new favorite thing. I taught English forever at the local Catholic school and now enjoy traveling with Hubs and volunteering at the local horse rescue.
This isn't me at the horse rescue but at one of my favorite wineries!
 
Hubs and me at Lake Louise, Banff, Alberta, last fall.
Now are some non basics I had fun thinking up. It was hard because I truly am the most boring person on the planet.

1. My husband and I went to high school together but were not sweethearts. In fact, he was Football Team Captain/Boyfriend of the Homecoming Queen/Head Cheerleader. I was a dork.

2. When we re-met at a Christmas party right after college. I picked "Deliverance" for our first date. He married me anyway. Sheesh.


3. I rarely wear lipstick but am pretty much addicted to lip balm.

4. I have a pathological terror of stepping on a down escalator without somebody in front of me.

5. I love and subscribe to Vogue and possibly would have gone Into fashion had I thought about it soon enough.

6. Hubs and I went to Disneyland for our honeymoon and now get season passes for the fam.

7. Hubs is a survivor of testicular cancer. Ladies, make sure your menfolk check themselves regularly! http://tinyurl.com/n4ualv3

8. My son is 6'6" and his two year old nephew wants him to dress up as a giraffe for Halloween.

9. I'm still bestest friends with Tina...since we were five years old!

10. I majored in Art in college. My favorite medium is oil painting. My favorite genre is Abstract Expressionism.

This is one of my paintings. Well, the only one on display at home. If you check out Kandinsky and Gorky, you might see their influence.
11. I have a fantasy football team named Wild Thang.

12. I am obsessed with the movie Frozen.  My grandsons and I all cuddle up with their Olaf dolls and watch and do the singalong.


13. I love Fall best of all, but hope to get my little guys to real snow this Christmas, what else? To build a snowman. With our niece living near Lake Tahoe...it’s gonna happen. 

14.  Louisa May Alcott's Jack and Jill is my go-to book when I need a hit of emotion. The chapter, A Sweet Memory--when the kids’ friend Ed dies suddenly, takes my breath away with its simplicity and spare beauty.

15.  Visiting her home, Orchard House, in Concord MA was awesome!




That’s pretty much it...other than the third book in my Lawmen and Outlaws Trilogy just got released! Outlaw in Love! Although the first two books are sensual, this is a sweet romance because...outlaw Ahab Perkins fancies himself in love with a...wait for it. Nun. A nun with a a price on her head. What? Throw in an abandoned little girl and a kindly sheriff and, well, you’ll be head over heels just like not-Sister Teresa.

In case you wanna find out, I’m giving away either a pdf or Kindle copy today so PLEASE leave a comment.

Thanks for setting a spell with me today!

Ahab came to sit beside her, and Teresa suddenly realized how she’d missed him at her side. Just these last few minutes. Her, a nun who should have no such thoughts. Even it was all pretense. Besides, he was an outlaw with a price on his head. Same as her. Whoever found him would find her, too.

The thought brought on a sudden tear.

And a sudden fear. How much was her head worth these days?

His chest still plunged into itself once in a while like he hadn’t yet recovered all the air he needed. Some of the breathlessness, she reckoned, might be the remains of getting shot at this morning but likely he’d lived through such antics before. Her own heart still danced macabre when she thought about their circumstance just an hour ago.

“I’m thinking...” He started slow and didn’t look at her, kept his eyes on the shrinking flickers of the fire. “Found a saddle in the barn. Spade, too. Think I might take one of those horses--“ He pointed to the corral. “--and head over to....” He paused for a long while. “Head over to Nitro and bury him proper. Get the rest of my own gear. Reckon I could leave a pearl or two at this place for purchase. Maybe some food, too. Saw a smoke house.”

“You’d leave me here alone?” Teresa all but shrieked. Dread drenched her. She might have lived in Arizona these past years, but she was foremost a city girl. Her heart sank when the truth hit her. “Oh, I get it. You’re leaving me behind. Like your gang leaves folks behind when they’re too much trouble.”

His face turned that handsome purple she’d seen before. “Not doing any such thing. Reckoned you could wait for me here and rest up some. It’s been a hard trudge. Reckon you’re ankle’s a tad sore.” His voice turned so low she could barely hear him. “I know how to treat a lady.


Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Air Force Brat

Anna Kathryn Lanier

One thing a writer needs to know about her characters is their backstory.  Most of the time, the readers won’t know all of the backstory, but a good character will have a strong, well-thought out backstory. So, here’s my backstory….or at least part of it.

My parents married young. Mom was only 15 and dad barely 18.  A few months earlier, dad had joined the Air Force (he would not have been 18 at that time).  Mom flew to Denver, Colorado where he was stationed at the time and they married in a Baptist Church.  Nine months later (to the day), my sister was born in California, where both my parents grew up.  Dad was then stationed in Topeka, Kansas. That’s where I was born.  When I was 18 months old the family moved back to California, close family, for a few years.  My earliest memories, probably helped by old home movies, are from then.  One is deciding to walk to my sister’s school while my mom took a nap.  Luckily, a very nice lady found me walking down the road toward the highway and took me home.  She was driving a big, black car and embarrassed the heck out of my mom, who was in her nightgown, while the lady was dressed to the nines. I would have been 3 or 4 at the time. 

We lived in California until I was six years old. Then Dad was stationed to Guam.  He flew out six months before we did, so mom was left in the states for that time with three children (by this time, my grandmother had died, leaving my aunt an orphan.  My aunt is only 3 months older than me and came to live with us for several years). I started kindergarten here, where I went to two different schools, because we moved during the school year. I don’t recall my first teacher at all, but I do my second one.  She was a young black woman…probably the first black person I had a personal interaction with and she was a wonderful teacher!  I recall playing Farmer in the Dell and taking the bus to school (the only time in my school career I did.)
Dad and my brother...Guam

My brother was born on Guam and I attended first and second grade there.  Memories there revolve around walking to school, going to the beach, my brother’s birth, learning Santa Claus is…well, you know, losing my front teeth when my aunt accidently kicked me in the mouth, girl scouts, and being locked in the bathroom at school one day and missing recess. That incident left me traumatized for at least an afternoon.

After two years dad was then stationed in North Carolina.  The Air Force base didn’t have housing, so we had to live in the teeny tiny town of Freemont, population 300.  I don’t know how my mom did it, but she told the school there that my aunt and I were twins (I think she was embarrassed for people to know she had a sister and daughter the same age).  Third grade was done in Freemont.  A few years ago, I was visiting a friend in Durham and we drove out to Freemont. I have found memories of the ‘one main street town.’  The three-story, red brick 1st -12th grade still stands. I am pretty sure I found the house we lived in, and the town still just has one main street.  The elderly lady at the drug store wanted to know why I was walking up and down the street taking pictures.  Her son, now the pharmacist is pretty sure he remembers my sister being in his class, since we had such an odd last name.  It was a great trip down memory lane.

Toward the end of the school year, a house was available on base and we moved about 20 miles away to Goldsboro.

My sister, me and brother (1974ish)


During the time at Goldsboro, I did fourth grade, one and half times.  I think of my memories from that time.  I learned about Clara Barton, I walked to school, my mom ran over our cat and I discovered her. I was home alone when the phone rang. The man wanted to talk to my parents (I don’t recall why), but because I was on the phone in the kitchen, I missed seeing which curtain was the big deal on Let’s Make a Deal.  Really, I remember that to this day. How stupid is that? Oh, there was this big field behind our house and the neighborhood kids and my siblings would play war out there. 

Want to know why I have an aversion to running, or exercise in general? While in Goldsboro, mom made a comment after we saw some guy out jogging.  “He’ll go home and drink a coke, and all get back all those calories he burned.”  See, what’s the point? I was probably about 10 when she said that.

In the middle of my second year of fourth grade, dad was transferred again, to Carswell AFB in Fort Worth, Texas.  The very last day we were at our house, on the way home from the last day of school before Christmas break, I tripped and landed on a rock, cutting me knee.  My sister and I were taken to the hospital by an young airman.  I had to get stitches and wear a brace on my leg….on the entire drive from North Carolina to Galveston, TX, where we would spend Christmas with family.

It was the end of 1970, beginning of 1971, and mom and dad bought their very first house in Fort Worth.  Up until this time, Fort Worth would be the longest we stayed anywhere.  I finished up the second year of fourth grade, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth and part of tenth grades.  Dad, who all this time had been a technician on flight simulators, cross-trained to be a tail-gunner in a B-52 and was sent to Vietnam for temporary duty over several years. (He was awarded the Distinguished Flyer Cross for one mission) Mom maintained the household, while working, too.  In 1975 or so, she started working at Village Inn Pancake House.  I started working there, too. First as a busgirl, then as a waitress.

By the way, who remembers the nuclear war drills in school?  The fallout shelters?  My elementary school in Fort Worth was a fallout shelter, with barrels of water stockpiled in the basement (where the cafeteria was).  So, for nuclear war drills, we would all duck under our desks with our hands over our heads, because THAT would save us from an A-bomb being dropped on Carswell 15 miles away.....

In 1976, dad retired from the Air Force, after having served for over 20 years.  Mom was offered a managership at Village Inn in Las Cruces, New Mexico.  So, the family moved once again. It was the middle of my tenth grade when we moved.  When I started in the middle of the year, I met up with an exchange student from Australia, who had also just arrived at the school.  She and I became good friends and she encouraged me to apply via Rotary International to be an exchange student too.

My mom told me once that she allowed me to apply because I was a C+ student and she figured my grades were not good enough to make it.  Well, lo and behold, I was accepted into the program and was sent to Finland for the year between my junior and senior years of high school.  That was a great experience! I was able to visit Leningrad, Sweden and parts of Finland, including being within 300 miles of the Arctic Circle.

When I returned to Las Cruces, I finished out my senior year and met up with an exchange student from Finland.  Needless to say, we became friends (and a few years ago, Annika found me on Facebook!).  I also met my first husband during my senior year.  Because of having to redo fourth grade and losing a year while in Finland, I was 20 years old when I graduated.  Instead of going to college, I got married.

My parents had by this time gone into the restaurant business themselves, opening a sub sandwich shop. Right after my graduation, the family moved from Las Cruces to Albuquerque.  A year later, I married Randy Rose and we moved to Denver, Colorado.  Less than a year later our daughter Tiffany was born.  When she was 18 months old, we moved back to Albuquerque.  Aside from a book I started in high school, it was during my time in Albuquerque that I really started writing, Harlequin-type books, longhand in notebooks. I wrote several at that time.

 In 1985, my parents sold their restaurant and we all moved to Gonzales, Louisiana. I got a computer while here; you know the kind, where you had to put in a floppy disk to load the ‘word’ program every time you used it.  My stories were also saved on floppy disks.  The one and only story I sent into Harlequin was rejected…I mean, who knew about query letters, synopsis, and agents? 

Randy and I divorced and I met my current husband, Jim. Right after we married, we moved to Charleston, WV.

My second child, Holly, was born in Charleston.  Jim, I and the girls spent six years in Charleston (the longest I lived anywhere up to that time).  Jim was then transferred back to Gonzales, LA, where my parents still lived.  Jim and I bought our first house and lived there for eight years.  He then got a job outside Houston, Texas and we moved in 2001.  Now, this is the longest I have lived anywhere in my life, thirteen years!

Jim and me

I put my writing pretty much on hold for 20 years. It wasn’t until after we were settled here that I sat down to write again. I wrote two 110,000 word novels in six months.  Needless to say, they are not well-written.  After I wrote them, though, I signed up for a creative writing class at the local community college.  That’s where I learned I didn’t know how to write a novel.  But my professor is the one who told me about Romance Writers of America and got me started in the right direction for being published.

In the meantime, my daughters grew up, graduated high school, married and had children.  I now have three grandchildren, a boy and two girls.  I finally went to college when I was 45-years-old and got an Associate of Arts degree in history and education.  Had I gone to college out of high school, I would have gotten that very same degree.  I am now a substitute teacher with the local school district.  I help care for one of my grandchildren (the other two live in Louisiana and I see them as often as I can).

Oh, and very recently, I learned all about geocaching.  I’m going to write a blog about that, even though, it’s not really a ‘western’ thing.   It’s really fun!

Geocaching fun with the grandkids

As backstories go, this one is pretty bland, I know.  There is no angst or drama given here.  My childhood was good, but not perfect.  I, unlike my sister, did not mind the frequent moves.  I still don’t mind moving to a new place.  My sister, after a short stint in the Air Force and marriage, settled in Fort Worth, where she graduated high school.  She’s been there since 1985 and is happy (and is now a retired Fort Worth Police Officer).  My father, when he was TDY in Vietnam, started drinking heavily and the family had to deal with his alcoholism for the rest of his life. My parents, after 35 years of marriage, divorced.  If I were to use my life story as a character’s backstory, I would need to dig deeper and, maybe, fictionalize some things….

So, have you been keeping track?  How many states did I live in?  Don’t include Guam, which is a U.S. Territory or Finland. And don’t count the fact I lived in three of those states twice.

Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of one of my books…winner’s choice.

Anna Kathryn Lanier
Author, A Gift Beyond All Measure
www. aklanier. com
Never let your memories be greater than your dreams. ~Doug Ivester 


Friday, September 12, 2014

D'ANN LINDUN EXPLAINS CHAPS

Thanks to Kathleen Rice Adams for donating her post slot to fellow author D'Ann Lindun.. We here on Sweethearts of the West always suspected our Outlaw was actually soft-hearted in spite of that Houston wanted poster.☺

CHAPS
by D'Ann Lindun

The word chaps is a shortened version of chaparejos or chaparreras, Mexican or Spanish words for this garment, ultimately derived from Spanish chaparro. They are prounounced “Shaps” by western riders and “Chaps” by Eastern riders.

The earliest form of protective leather garment used by mounted riders who herded cattle in Spain and Mexico were called armas which meant shields.

Style variations adapted as vaqueros and later, cowboys, moved up from Mexico into the Pacific coast and northern Rockies of what today is the United States and Canada. Mountain men also copied them from leggings worn by Native Americans.

There are several variations:

Shotgun: As the name implies, straight legged.

Batwing: cut wide with a flare at the bottom.

Zamorros resemble batwing chaps, in that the leggings are closely fitted at the thigh and flare out below the knee, but unlike batwings, the leggings extend far below the boot with a distinctive triangular flare.

Chinks: half-length chaps that stop two to four inches (5 to 10 cm) below the knee, with very long fringe at the bottom and along the sides.

Armitas: short legging with completely closed legs that have to be put on in a manner similar to pants.

Woolies are a variation on shotgun chaps, made with fleece, angora or with hair-on cowhide, often lined with canvas on the inside.

Zamorros resemble batwing chaps, in that the leggings are closely fitted at the thigh and flare out below the knee, but unlike batwings, the leggings extend far below the boot with a distinctive triangular flare.

Modern day cowboys still wear chaps to protect their legs from, livestock, weather and brush. The flashiest chaps will be seen in horse show rings and rodeo arenas. Farriers use them to protect their legs when shoeing a horse. Non-equestrian users include motorcycle riders, loggers and some are popular in BDSM culture.



Figure 1 My pop (L) wearing batwing style and his friend Jim (R) wearing chinks on a rainy day.




Figure 2 A friend wears chinks


In Cowboy Bred, Cowboy Born Gentry wears chaps…
Struggling to his feet wearing heavy chaps wasn’t easy. As he floundered around, he drank in a nose and mouthful of the churned up water. He gagged, spit out dirty water. Suddenly, a hand reached out for his.          
Alannah.
She had ridden the gray mare into the pond and was holding out her hand to him.
He grabbed hold, and she dragged him to shore. Once there, he dropped to his knees and coughed up mud. Alannah dismounted and pounded him on the back.
He waved her off. “I’m okay.”
She leaned close to his face. “You scared the crap out of me.”
 “Sorry.” He flopped over on his ass. “Damn. Horse took me by surprise.”
 “Me, too.”
He began unbuckling his chaps. Dry, they weighed a lot; wet, they felt like boulders on his legs. Once free, he was still soaked from his hat to boots. Struggling to his feet, he finally noticed Alannah had hold of the horses.

Seven men as tough as the west…
          Seven women who know how to...
Cowboy Up

A boxed set of seven romantic novellas by seven award-winning authors experienced with writing about the men of the West.






Always, Cowboy by Allison Merritt
Blurb:
The past is better left behind, unless it offers a brighter future.
Brody Longtree's first love was bull riding, but he loved beauty queen Libby Dempsey equally as hard. When she turned down his marriage proposal, everything from his rodeo career to his love life went to hell. His love ran too deep for blame, so he made the best of what life threw at him. Things finally get back on track...and then she almost runs over his dog.
When her pageant dreams died in an embarrassing display of nerves, Libby made a new, cowboy-free life for herself. One where she could train other girls who want to be pageant princesses. One that doesn't give her any reason to dwell on what might have been with Brody until his dog bounds into her heart. And she bounds into Brody's bed.
Despite the differences in their lives, they mesh together, the way Brody always knew they would. No matter what, he's waiting until he's certain Libby is ready to get married before he asks again, but their relationship comes under fire when one of her friends reveals a secret about a little girl Libby is awfully attached to—a girl who's the right age to be Brody's daughter.
Excerpt:
Under that snap front western shirt, did he still sport six-pack abs? She couldn't count the number of times she'd helped him out of a similar shirt and put ice on his bruises after a ride. Or how often they'd parked at the lake and explored one another under the stars.
“Hot?” Brody asked.
“What?”
“You're flushed. We could go sit in the stands, maybe catch a breeze.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Can I ask you something, Lib?” Brody rose. His dark eyes were serious and a few lines bracketed his mouth. “Why'd you come tonight?”
Libby swallowed hard. “You asked me.”
“Really?”
“I only live an hour away and I didn't have anything else to do tonight.” Tell him you miss him.
“You used to be more honest.” He slipped his hand around her wrist. “You missed me.”
“I—” Electricity buzzed through her from his touch. “Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot.” He pulled her into his arms. “You wouldn't be here otherwise.”
Seven men as tough as the west…
          Seven women who know how to...
Cowboy Up

A boxed set of seven romantic novellas by seven award-winning authors experienced with writing about the men of the West.


Always, Cowboy by Allison Merritt
Blurb:
The past is better left behind, unless it offers a brighter future.
Brody Longtree's first love was bull riding, but he loved beauty queen Libby Dempsey equally as hard. When she turned down his marriage proposal, everything from his rodeo career to his love life went to hell. His love ran too deep for blame, so he made the best of what life threw at him. Things finally get back on track...and then she almost runs over his dog.
When her pageant dreams died in an embarrassing display of nerves, Libby made a new, cowboy-free life for herself. One where she could train other girls who want to be pageant princesses. One that doesn't give her any reason to dwell on what might have been with Brody until his dog bounds into her heart. And she bounds into Brody's bed.
Despite the differences in their lives, they mesh together, the way Brody always knew they would. No matter what, he's waiting until he's certain Libby is ready to get married before he asks again, but their relationship comes under fire when one of her friends reveals a secret about a little girl Libby is awfully attached to—a girl who's the right age to be Brody's daughter.
Excerpt:
Under that snap front western shirt, did he still sport six-pack abs? She couldn't count the number of times she'd helped him out of a similar shirt and put ice on his bruises after a ride. Or how often they'd parked at the lake and explored one another under the stars.
“Hot?” Brody asked.
“What?”
“You're flushed. We could go sit in the stands, maybe catch a breeze.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Can I ask you something, Lib?” Brody rose. His dark eyes were serious and a few lines bracketed his mouth. “Why'd you come tonight?”
Libby swallowed hard. “You asked me.”
“Really?”
“I only live an hour away and I didn't have anything else to do tonight.” Tell him you miss him.
“You used to be more honest.” He slipped his hand around her wrist. “You missed me.”
“I—” Electricity buzzed through her from his touch. “Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot.” He pulled her into his arms. “You wouldn't be here otherwise.”
About Allison Merritt:
A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town  in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she's not writing or reading, she hikes in  national parks and conservation areas.
Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that's gathering dust after it was determined that she's better at writing fluff than hard news.
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Cowboys Don’t Cry by Vickie Taylor
Blurb:
A broken cowboy with nothing left to lose…except his heart.
Dash Connaway is hell-bent down a highway to nowhere. But he can’t outrun fate. Just a few months ago, he’d had a new album shooting up the country music charts, a luxury tour bus prepped for gigs in 39 cities, and a live-in girl friend he’d been thinking of asking to marry him. Now he’s just another drifter with an old guitar, a beat-up pickup, and a dog named Bill for a bed mate…until he meets Maggie McCain.
Maggie isn’t your ordinary Oregon rancher. She’s more into organic gardening and hand-spinning yarn from the fleece of her prized alpacas than breeding stinky old cattle. She’s a nurturer, a giver, so when Dash steps into her life from nowhere, she’s ready to trade in her solitary existence on the farm in favor of a husband to grow old with and a passel of children to care for.
But when she learns the real reason for Dash’s commitment to life on the road, she’s faced with a difficult choice and a lesson in the fallacy behind the old saying “Cowboys don’t cry.” Only time will tell just how potent the healing power of love can really be.
Excerpt:
“It’s a girl,” he pronounced cradling the newborn alpaca in his arms.
The woman wiped her grimy chin with the back of her grimier hand. Tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks. “You did it.” She pushed to her feet, but her legs looked none too steady. She picked up the rifle and leaned on it like a crutch.
Dash went to her, ready to catch her if she fell. “We did it,” he corrected.
“Yes, we did.”
He smiled and reached out to her free arm. It was meant to be a celebratory brush, a comfort…but it lingered a moment too long. The air changed.
Without warning, she swung her rifle up and rested the barrel against his chest. “Now who the hell are you, and what are you doing on my land?”
About Vickie Taylor:
Vickie Taylor published her first book in 1999 and quickly rose to the ranks of national best-selling and award-winning author. She enjoys all types of books, but especially paranormal, suspense, and western contemporary with the unifying theme being romance. Vickie always enjoys a good love story. She is the author of sixteen published novels and is a four-time nominee for the Oscar of the romance world, the Romance Writers of America Rita award. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s usually out riding horses, training search and rescue dogs, or volunteering with her local humane society. She is an avid supporter of the campaign to preserve America’s wild horses, and her latest release, Cowboys Don’t Cry is the first book in a new series featuring her beloved mustangs. Sign up for her newsletter to be notified when the next book in the series, The Horseman’s Widow, coming October, 2014, is available. Vickie loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via the methods below:
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A Cowboy’s Heart by Leslie Garcia
Blurb:
Teenage lovers torn apart by betrayal. Have seventeen years changed everything—or nothing?
Star-crossed lovers in their south Texas hill country high school, torn apart by a best friend’s lie, a mother’s cold hatred, and a father’s lack of trust…
High school junior Illy Kingston turns to varsity football star and cowboy in training Gil Salas when her father, a Border Patrol agent, is killed under suspicious circumstances.
Their hormone-fueled, all or nothing affair ends when betrayal tears them apart.
Years, later, Illy returns home, at loose ends after her disastrous marriage to a reality show rock star ends with an embarrassing photo gone viral and a divorce.
When Gil and his mounted Border Patrol make an unannounced civic call at a local elementary school, Gil is shocked to see Illy lurking in the shadows, threatening to upend his existence once again.
The old passion still burns—but neither can go back to the innocence of their high school affair. Illy swore never to love a man wearing a uniform that didn’t involve jeans, a western hat, and boots. Gil has a price on his head.
And star-crossed love doesn’t usually work for cowboys, either.
Excerpt:
He stopped abruptly. Illy had told him to stop, and he hadn’t thought she meant it. The memory of her reacting to him, caressing him, wanting him, stormed back. And then, when Emma called, she’d turned off and fled in a fury.
Did she think he’d seen the picture? He’d seen it online, like the entire world had, according to all the social media. What if she thought he was just acting out what he’d seen? No matter how much the photo enraged and sickened him, he could only imagine her horror that her marriage was over, but that episode never would be.
Did she feel strange at all, being in his arms after that very public display with her ex-husband? His heart thudded dully. She must know he’d seen the picture, but what would it do to her if she knew the truth?
He closed his eyes. She was out of his life, and that was best for him. Because truth be told, he didn’t know if he could take her again and not remember the second most painful night of his life. The night he’d happened on Illy making love to her rock-star husband in public.
About Leslie Garcia:
Leslie P. García grew up lost among a crowd of six siblings and a menagerie that included more than twenty horses and ponies, uncounted dogs and cats, possums, raccoons—even a lion and monkeys. Then she moved to Texas, fell in love, was disowned—and embarked on her real adventures, raising 4 children, teaching hundreds, and loving 9 grandkids through forty years of marriage. The fabric of that colorful life has always been writing. In A Cowboy Heart, Leslie celebrates two of her passions—cowboys and the ever present chance at redemption in spite of past mistakes. Leslie loves hearing from readers and can be found all over cyber space, including these places:

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The Heartsong Cowboy by Melissa Keir
Blurb:
Can two people, one horse and the power of love cure a little girl?
Angela French blames herself for her daughter’s lack of voice. Determined to do anything to correct the situation, she seeks out Jake Kyncade, the owner of The Heartsong Ranch.
Jake Kyncade hides his own sorrows behind his no-nonsense demeanor. Helping children becomes one way to correct his past. Using equine therapy, he sets out to make a difference.
Can Jake help Angela’s dreams come true or will Jake’s past bring more heartache? Will love save them all?
Excerpt:
With Taylor asleep on the couch, Angela snuck the magazine out of her daughter’s sleeping hands before carrying her to her bed. After making sure her baby was tucked in, she turned out the lights and went to the kitchen. She sat down at the table to study the article about the horse whisperer. The photos gave off a peaceful feeling—so much so, she longed to jump into the images. Along with the horses, there were shots of children laughing and petting the animals. The article mentioned a little boy with Down’s Syndrome whose language increased after a week of animal therapy. The Heartsong Ranch. Even the name sounds encouraging. Dare I get my hopes up?
One photo in particular captured her attention. The owner, Jake Kyncade, wore jeans and a cowboy hat as he stood next to the ranch sign. She took a deep breath as butterflies circled in her abdomen. He’s sexy. Very different from Mike. Mr. Kyncade has this wounded look in his eyes. I wonder what his trauma was. I’ve gotten better at noticing it in others. Still, he’s good looking. Probably married with his own children.
About Melissa Keir:
Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn’t hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She’d often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.
As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America, Mid-Michigan RWA Chapter, and EPIC. She is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. 
Melissa doesn’t believe in down time. She’s always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a movie reviewer, an owner of a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.
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Cowboy Trouble by Autumn Piper
Blurb:
She’s decided to make some bad choices this weekend.
Susie Howell has always done what her family expects of her, but they don’t know about the divorce papers she’s just signed, or the secret torch she carries for sexy ranch hand Cash. When keeping the secret gets to her, she flees her brother’s wedding reception. Determined to live a little, she swipes the nearest truck from the ranch and heads to Sin City.
Cash Acosta has worked hard for everything he has, and nobody is taking off with his truck. When he sees it driving away, he jumps in—and becomes the unwilling passenger of a ready and willing woman he’s forbidden to touch. Hell-bent for trouble, the boss’s sister has already earmarked him as one of her “bad choices”.
And Susie intends to get what she wants.
Excerpt:
“So that’s why you’re runnin’.” Under the parking lot lights, his eyes were pitch black. He thumbed a tear from her cheek.
She tried for a more ladylike sniffle, blinked away her tears. Nodded, for lack of a better reply.
“When I hear a beautiful woman wants to make some mistakes, my gut instinct is to help her out with that.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “Hearin’ she’s single…that’s another checkmark in the pros column.” Hypnotized, she barely breathed as he cupped her jaw in his fingers and that gaze riveted on hers. “Seein’ her cry? What choice do I have?” He bent to her, his lips hot and strong, skilled as they teased hers apart, his tongue waking feelings she’d forgotten. And Lord, it may be too soon, it may be wrong, but she wanted. Wanted Cash, his hands, his mouth, his… She grabbed onto his hard shoulders, slipped her hands up his neck, buried her fingers in that thatch of hair. And kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Of course there was. Sexy, brooding, womanizing Cash wanted her, and he’d be hers, at least for this trip.
About Autumn Piper:
Born and raised in itty-bitty Rifle, Colorado, Autumn Piper studiously avoided trouble…but is now inclined toward it, particularly in her novels. She thinks the best things in life are funny, and the runners-up, romantic.
An admitted carb addict, Autumn writes, edits, manages two teenagers, two cats, a box turtle with a huge personality, one husband and many supersize houseplants, and does the cooking and cleaning when forced to.
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Chasing a Cowboy by Sara Walter Ellwood
Blurb:
He’s running from heartbreak. She’s chasing after love… Their hearts will never be the same.
Paige Morgan has lived her entire life in the glare of her fraternal twin sister’s star. Although the sisters are as different as sun is from the moon, Paige fell in love with the same man as her famous swimsuit model sister. When country superstar Chase Jordan is dumped at the altar by her twin, Paige sees an opportunity to go after the one thing of her sister’s she’s always wanted. She finds Chase in Cabo San Lucas nursing his broken heart in the true country song fashion—with a bottle of Jose Cuervo—and reminds him of the desire he once felt for her. Will this singing cowboy change his tune as they set the tropical nights on fire? Or will Paige be the one singing the blues when her sister shows up wanting her man back?
Excerpt:
All of his hopes and dreams shattered on what should have been the happiest day of his life. Today, instead of settling in for their two-week vacation and only getting out of bed to eat, he was nursing a bottle of Jose Cuervo. Why had he come here? His brother was right; he could have easily eaten the cost of the trip. Chase had insisted that he had to escape for a little while, lick his wounds and come up with a plan before he had to go back on tour in a few weeks. Jack accused him of wanting to punish himself. Why else would he go to the place he and Kayla were to have their honeymoon? Had he come here to remind himself of what should have been? He shook his head, hoping to dislodge the thoughts, and turned to gaze out the other side of the bar.
A woman stood on the walkway staring at him through a pair of Aviators. Her long blonde ponytail shimmered in the sun like spun gold. He narrowed his eyes. Was he now hallucinating?
She entered the bar and headed toward him. Sitting on the stool beside him, she removed her sunglasses to reveal a pair of expressive hazel eyes. “Surprise.”
“Paige? What the hell are you doing here?”
About Sara Walter Ellwood:
Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her contemporary westerns. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for over 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia. Sara Walter Ellwood is a multi-published author and publishes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name Cera duBois.

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Cowboy Bred, Cowboy Born by D’Ann Lindun
Blurb:
Freedom or family?  Only love can make the choice.
Photographer Alannah Murphy refuses to be tied down. She watched her parents struggle to hold onto their dairy farm until it killed them. The mere thought of the same fate makes her shudder. When she meets rancher Sterling Gentry she has to face her fears, or lose him.
Sterling Gentry longs for someone to hand his ranch down to. Like his father before him, he has sacrificed everything to hold onto the land his ancestors settled. But finding Ms. Right proves harder than he imagined. Then he meets Alannah Murphy with her big city ways. How he can ever take a chance with a woman exactly like his mother, who abandoned him when he was a child?
Despite their determination to stay the course they’ve each chosen, attraction pulls them together as steadily as a nail to a magnet. Can these two find a way to mesh Alannah’s need for freedom and Gentry’s desire to hold onto his land?
Excerpt:
Still snapping photos, the woman approached him. When she came within speaking distance, she waved. “Hello.”
“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in the middle of the road? Don’t you know better than to stand in the way when somebody’s herding stock?”
Her mouth opened and closed a couple times. “I didn’t think—”
“Hell no, you didn’t think,” Gentry shouted. “Damn it anyway.”
“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice. “The shot was just so good…”
The shot? She’d ruined hours upon hours of exhausting work because she’d wanted a picture? Who the hell would do something so stupid?
Only a damn greenhorn.
For the first time he noticed her get-up. A straw hat only a city girl would wear, floaty pink top with tiny straps that left her bare shoulders exposed to the unforgiving Arizona sun, cut-off jean shorts and red cowboy boots. Daisy Duke personified. He shook his head in disgust.
Reality crashed over him.
The New York photographer his mother had enticed out here, hoping an article in The Cowboy magazine would bring attention to the Santa Gertrudis cattle they raised.
Damn.
About D’Ann Lindun:
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
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