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The Ranch Makeover


Hello friends! I know, I know. It’s been a while since my last post…from me, I mean. I have to take a moment to thank all my lovely and handsome guests of late- and those to visit in the near and far future, as well. What would I be without all of you?

So I wanted to let you know that I will not be back to my regular irregular posting just yet. I’ll share the whys because they are quite exciting! 😀 Okay, maybe not quite exciting, but exciting…to me, and I hope to you.

First of all my Blogging News: I have decided to (attempt to) keep a better list of the wonderful guests upcoming on the Ranch and where I will be hanging out when not here on my Ranch. This news is here and will remain in the same location under the News & Fun tab above. I’ll be cleaning it up, dusting out the cobwebs of old news and sprucing it up with fresh information, a new guest list. I have some great posts on the Ranch’s horizon that I can’t wait to share with all of you! Don’t worry, if you want to keep track of when you- or someone you stalk- were on, I’ll be saving the old news in a word .doc on my hard drive. You can contact me through my Say Hey! tab and if I kept that record here then I can give it to you. I haven’t been very steady in keeping that page updated, I’m sorry to say. I’m looking into a calender that I can put on that page and give a visual to visitors and guests. So look for the new corral there. 😀

Next on my list of to-dos is the Guest Blogger Guidelines: I know- why bother? Well, I sometimes forget to give full or clear instructions to my guests, which can, and have, caused a lot of extra needless work when I set up guest posts. The page will be very close to what it is now, but I will try to clarify and make what I’d like from guests more specific and clear. Hopefully that will help visitor appearances on the Ranch more pleasant. I tend to be a stickler with things like that, only because, I don’t have a lot of time to spend on those things so if we work together it makes it a bit nicer for me too.

Next I’ll be adding a page (I’m still considering this one and if I want it ON the Ranch, or linked from it. As an indie editor under another name, I want to be available to clients, give them information, prices, what they get for their money, and what-not- because it can be uncomfortable asking someone that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to cause discomfort for anyone. 🙂 So that page may come later and be a link off the Ranch, kind of a back forty cottage of sorts. 😆 We’ll see.

What am I up to that keeps me so busy? 

I’m revising Healing Whispers, my horse whisperer story to submit…somewhere. I am hoping to finish Hearts Afire- my fireman story- soon, so I can get it submitted this year too. I have a short story I’d like to complete this year and submit. So, as you can tell, lot-o-irons in the fire! I also have a book two to Healing Whispers I want to write still…probably not this year.

If that’s not enough, I am still working on finishing my first paranormal book, that I will publish somewhere, somehow. BUT- I won’t be talking about that genre here anymore. That’s another of the coming changes. I will be taking the pages dedicated to my wolf shifters down, in fact. Why? Because this is a contemporary 1-man/1-woman author’s website. I feel I need to keep the genres separate to keep confusion down for visitors and guests. I have been considering for some time now if I should put an 18 and older notice to enter the site, and have decided against that. My Ranch is open and all are welcome. Of course, as with any romance site that isn’t designated Inspirational or Sweet romance only, I suggest parents review it first- just in case. But I won’t be putting up an entry stopper. 

In the changes I will adjust my guest roster for Pen of the Dreamer blog, but don’t worry. I will still work to bring all your favorite authors to you. I will explain more about that later, when I get all my changes made and the Ranch revamped and the new exposed. I will be working around guest posts, and will strive to post my own blogs as often as I have time for in the meantime.

I’m hoping to bring a new feature, or even two, soon… by the end of the year. In the interim, I would love to hear what you’d like to see on the Ranch. What have you looked for on a blog that nobody does? What would make you enjoy your time here more, or tell others about the Ranch?

Which contemporary authors would you like to see interviewed or hear a particular topic from? Ms. Nora? Brenda Novak? Sharon Sala? I’m open to big-name guests to mix it up with my darlin’ newcomers and small press and indie friends. Who have you discovered recently that you’d like to hear more from? Vonnie Davis? Joya Fields? There are so many new and old contemporary authors I hear about but have never had on the Ranch. Name a few for me and we’ll see what happens. After all, how else will we become more known if not by putting ourselves out there?

We all know it’s about word of mouth in this business, whether you are a writer or a reader. Give me names people! I’ll take care of contacting them (except SK- because his contact system on his website hates me, as does the contact email for his manager! I know. But I won’t be doing horror on the Ranch either.) So who? Click the Say Hey! button and fill my inbox. 😀

Until I have everything ready for the big reveal, I hope to see you weekly for Tuesday Tales on the Ranch and 6 Sentence Sunday (which I missed this last week. So sorry. :(). And, hey, if you notice any of the new makeover tweaks, don’t be bashful; let me know what you think! It’s all for you. If you don’t like it-it’s no good to me. Right? 🙂


Can pain make you smile?


Welcome Vonnie Davis! I’m thrilled to see you and have I got a cowboy for you! *winks at Vonnie*

Good morning, Calisa darlin’, I’m thrilled to be here. Thanks for inviting me on a day when you don’t normally have guests. See how sweet she is, ladies? I needed a place to blog and she said, “Come on over.”

*Blushes* OMG! When you called for a blog spot I was so worried you’s fill your dance card before seeing my email! I’m so delighted to have you visit my Ranch and share a new (possibly never-before-seen) excerpt. I read it and laughed. But it’s no laughing matter when it comes to your choice of topic for today’s post. Serious stuff– humor. So let’s grab an iced Mocha and danish, or whatever you fancy from the sideboard, and get down to the fun! 🙂

My novella, Those Violet Eyes, released on Wednesday. It’s part of the Honky Tonk series. One pivotal scene has to take place in the Lonesome Steer honky tonk. This was my first time writing for a series, but who could resist? I mean, cowboys! Stetsons…cowboys wearing Stetsons! Chaps…cowboys strutting around in chaps! Horses…cowboys riding horses! Okay, where’s my drool towel?

Oh…mine too. Wowza! 😆

I love to laugh. It’s a part of my intrinsic nature. So it’s no wonder I love writing humor. But what happens when my characters are not humorous people? What if their lives are full of pain? How can I make anything funny out of that?

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The characters in this story came fully fleshed. That’s never happened to me before. Usually I’m tweaking them for the first quarter of the book. Win was a returning vet from the war in Iraq. He lost part of a leg and most of his hearing when the Humvee he was riding in drove over an IED. He also lost three of his buddies and suffers from PTSD. He’s pretty much a mass of war debris at the beginning of the story. Then he meets Evie, a woman with nine-feet of attitude and magnetic violet eyes. She is a spitfire, ladies. Her life is no piece of cake, either. So how do I make my readers smile when my characters are dealing with some serious emotional issues? Yet I know the reader will need a few moments of levity when such heavy issues are involved.

To accomplish this, I often write about things that push the characters buttons, but I try (emphasis on the word “try”) to do so in a humorous manner. Take my heroine, Evie. She’s tired of men pushing her around. Because of a promise she made to her momma on her deathbed, she’s stuck taking care of her brother Dooley—a worthless ne’r-do-well, if ever there was one. So when she meets Win, the new cook at the honky tonk where she’s a waitress, sparks fly. You see, Win is a macho ex-Marine who has no problem telling it the way he sees it. With a few words, he can ruffle her feathers. And Evie never fails to strike back.

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“You working tomorrow night?”

She stilled, her hand on the door. “Yes.”

“Wear a longer skirt.”

Evie spun on her heels. “Excuse me?”

Win reached for another carrot, never sparing her a glance. “You give any consideration to how much you’ll be showing the customers when you bend over to serve them, or wipe off a table? Sure, you got a world-class ass, but do you want to show it off to every cowpoke that comes in here? Is that the kind of woman you are, Evie?”

Her eyes narrowed and her temper shot through the stratosphere. The nerve. Who the hell does this guy think he is? What right did he have to comment on her clothes? There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her skirt. She’d worn it plenty of times to wait tables here, and no one ever said a word. What was he? Some Neanderthal who thought his maleness gave him power over women?

Evie marched to his side. “Which one?”

His knife never stopped its precise chopping. “Which one what?”

She was so pissed, she trembled. The man needed to be taught a lesson. “Which leg is your real leg?”

His blade stilled and his eyes swept to hers. Pain crept into his features, and she refused to acknowledge she noticed. She was a softy and knew it, but she also stood up for her rights.

“The left one.” His voice was deathly quiet.

Evie hauled off and kicked his left shin. “Keep your stupid remarks to yourself. I dress exactly the way I please.” She turned and hurried toward the door, her hands clenched in fists.


Back ramrod straight, she stopped and waited for the cussing he’d surely give her.

Instead, his deep voice caressed the back of her neck as he said, “Nice meeting you, too.”

Then damn if the man didn’t laugh.



Evie Caldwell hoards every penny for her escape from the servitude life created by a worthless brother and the endless work on a ranch that will never be hers. The last thing she wants is a muscled man with a macho Marine attitude complicating her life. But, oh, how that man can make her insides do a twitchy thing.

Wounded vet, Win Fairchild, returns to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for amputee children. Finding someone to love was not on his agenda. Nor was dealing with a wildcat, until she captures his heart with those violet eyes.

But now that he knows what he wants, can Win convince Evie to stay in Texas—and his bed?

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What a beautiful cover and what a great excerpt! Thanks for sharing with us Vonnie. I already have my copy of Those Violet Eyes- stalked Amazon for the moment it went on sale, I did! 😀 Now to find time to read it. I know if it’s anything close to as wonderfully written as Storm’s Interlude (Vonnie’s first release with The Wild Rose Press and if you don’t have it… here’s the link!) it is a masterpiece of words. 

Thanks again for a great post on how to add humor to pain, Vonnie. A wise and fun lesson.

Please let Vonnie know what you think of her methods for mixing two opposite emotions into one read. 🙂


And The Winning Title Is…


Thank you, my wonderful friends, for your support in finding a new title for the book I’ve always only known as Perfect Dr. Viv! From here on out the official published title is…


I love the sound of that, don’t you?

Both hero and heroine have to take risks, not just in love, but in their daily jobs. Plus there just seem to be so many factors when love is searching its way to a heart. 🙂 So I’ll be sharing more as publication tiptoes through the process; release date, cover art (I canna wait to see what Renee or Valerie come up with!) and then there’s the edits with my super editor, Piper Denna who knows talent when she sees it!

For anyone who doesn’t know this success story I will share it soon in a post that will hopefully have a cover and release date to go with it. All I’ll say for now is I’m a huge fan of blog pitches now! 🙂

For more info about this story you can go to my bookshelf page right here on my website.


What is multi-published?


No. That shaking isn’t an earthquake. It’s just me snoopy dancin’ around the Ranch this week.

Maybe my blog title should say WHO is multi-published.

The answer is… I AM!

I’m totally and completely thrilled to announce that Sunday, May 27, 2012 Lyrical Press offered me a contract for Perfect Dr. Viv via their Senior Editor, the lovely Piper Denna!!!!!! WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Even more fun, I get to be a debut author again, even though it’s not my first book published! *eyes HOME in the sidebar –>* It IS my first with Lyrical. 🙂 Don’cha just love loopholes? *snort*

I will have edits and the story will be re-titled so as soon as I have that I’ll happily share and I’ve got all current info in my Bookshelf right here in my site to update as information becomes available. I canna wait to see what their cover gods come up with for a cover for this one. Especially if Piper gets her way and the title changes to Paws, Claws and Lacey Bras! *gulp* No, this is NOT an erotic- it’s a veterinarian! lol 🙂

Thank you for letting me scream my good news from your rooftops! Like you have a choice. 😛

Why don’t you hop over to my bookshelf page and check out the unofficial blurb and excerpt, and unedited stats, for Perfect Dr. Viv?

Feel free to weigh in with title suggestions for a tortured EMT-P (mediflight) and a sexy veterinarian. Don’t forget there’s also a 7 yo daughter and her pet skunk to consider. 🙂 Or just help me pick one of these:

Kismet Unleashed

Paws, Claws and Lacey Bras

Rescued Trust

Hearts in Flight

Caged Trust

The Scent of Love

I can’t guarantee the winner will be the one accepted for publication, but it will be fun to see which one wins!

While you’re here, I’m blogging at Authors By Moonlight today on the joys of spring if you want to pop in there. I’d love to chat with you.


Six Sentence Sunday


Yep. It’s that time and I’m excited to bring you a little more of something I’m writing! For the last three weeks I’ve been sharing snippets of a paranormal I’ve been working on since Nano 2006. Obviously I didn’t win Nano if I’m still writing on this story. 🙂 But that’s ok. I plan to do Nano this year again and maybe I’ll win this time.

So Dray and Chelsie have met but what are their gifts? They are mind manipulators of massive proportions. They can hear thoughts of those around them, they can move objects, make outsiders see what isn’t there, or keep them from seeing what is- to name a few special gifts these Talents are capable of. There are levels of gifts and a special ‘race’ that can do several of these simultaneously. Chelcie is one of these. I call them Kortais. They are kind of like the queens of the manipulators. Rare and hardly ever discovered. It is almost unheard of for someone to meet one, much less two or especially not three- or at least not know when they do meet them. This group is protected because without them the entire race of mind manipulators is at risk of elimination. There is one particular enemy who wants to find and kill Chelcie because she has the power to destroy him when others before her failed for hundreds of years. Can she survive long enough to save her race? Will she find the one who is the key to accomplishing her fated job? Or will the evil one kill her as he did her ancestors?

This week I’ll skip a few lines from where I left off last week. Dray truly doesn’t know what to make of Chelcie at this point. He is unreasonably and romantically drawn to her, though he suspects she might be sent to kill him. Maybe it’s the Frenchman in him?

“What are you looking at with such interest?”

Such obstinate belligerence in her voice, but he supposed he didn’t blame her. He was, after all, staring rudely, and enjoying it very much.

“Hmm? You.” Not that he would admit to the impossibility to drag his gaze from her lovely face at that moment. 

I think he’s smitten. What about you? Don’t forget you can follow the link in the 6SS link at the top to find more snippets from participating writers. Until next week…


Love Potion Me, Amie!


OMG(osh)!!! I am tickled pink (or maybe that should be blue today) to have a sister Rose and fellow Okie- and a wonderful friend- with me on the Ranch today! Amie Louellen is the author of another book I will be reading soon, Brodie’s Bride. She brought her new book today and will share some unknown facts about the story. Settle in with a coffee and éclair and let’s learn in fun. There’s wine or vodka and li’l Smokies for later. (and beer for Tina)

Amie, the round pen is yours my dear.

Twelve Things You May Not Know About Love Potion Me, Baby

1—Suzanne Rose was named after Axel Rose, lead singer of Guns and Roses.

2—Suzanne’s original name was Dolly.

3—Suzanne’s aunt, Petie Rose, was NOT named after the baseball player.

4—Love Potion Me, Baby was originally written for a sweet line—no sex.

5—The dog was not planned. He ran across the chaos scene, and I had to add him.

6—The original title was Love Potion No. 10.

7—Melvin Greely wasn’t hard of hearing in the first draft.

8—Love Potion Me, Baby went through 5 title changes.

9—I hoped the editors would want to change the title. And that they would give me suggestions!

10—Love Potion Me, Baby was the third book I wrote, but the second one I published.

11—Brice Van Sant was named after the Van Zants of Lynyrd Skynyrd.

12—I still haven’t learned to spell pharmaceuticals. Thank you, spell check!



Suzanne Rose never intended for Brice Van Sant to drink a cup of her homemade herbal shampoo.  And she certainly didn’t expect an impromptu marriage proposal from the hunky CEO.

After an incredible wedding night, Brice wakes unable to remember his bride’s name or why he proposed.

Too late they realize the bright blue shampoo is responsible. Almost like…a love potion!

Brice doesn’t believe in love. But as chief executive of the area’s largest pharmaceutical company, he needs that formula. He strong-arms Suzanne into reproducing it for him, demanding that she pretend they are happily married until it’s recovered.

As Suzanne struggles to remember the shampoo’s ingredients and forget their perfect wedding night, she finds herself falling for her husband. Can she convince Brice that love is a chance worth taking before she loses her heart to him forever?


She smiled, and Brice felt the warmth go straight through him. She had a home-town, girl-next-door look that somehow made a man forget things he was better off remembering. Like the promises Brice had made to himself when his father left. Like the fact that if he made love to Suzanne again it would be disastrous for everyone involved.

Let her go, his internal voice commanded.

Brice’s legs started to move, his feet taking step after step until he reached her side.

“I had fun,” she replied.

Tell her goodnight. And walk away.

“You’re a natural,” he said instead. “You should play more often.”

“Maybe I will.”

He could see questions in her eyes, questions he didn’t want to answer.

Without permission from his brain, his hand reached up and loosened the towel covering her hair. Damp, copper-colored curls, sprang free from their confinement and bounced across his fingers. “Maybe you will,” he repeated.

Turn away. And whatever you do, don’t kiss her.

“Tell me to stop,” Brice demanded in a husky whisper as his head lowered closer and closer toward her luscious mouth. “Tell me.”

“I can’t,” she said and raised her lips to meet his.

Brice could no more prevent the kiss than he could re-route the sun. The caress was destiny or fate or serendipity. Kismet. It was out of his control. Never before had anything taken such complete command of his mind and body. Nothing except for a cup of blue shampoo and its redheaded maker who haunted his every waking moment.


Author Bio—

               Amie loves nothing more than a good book.  Except for her family…and maybe homemade tacos…and shoes.  But reading and writing are definitely high on the list.

               Fun and contemporary, whimsical and sexy Amie’s novels are true love stories with a guaranteed happy ending. 

               Born and bred in Mississippi, Amie is a transplanted Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma with her deputy husband, their genius son, a spoiled cat, and one very hyper beagle.

               When she’s not creating quirky characters and happy endings, she’s chauffeuring her prodigy to  little league baseball games, guitar lessons, and boy scout meetings. She also loves gardening, cross stitching, and generally anything that can get her out of housework.

Amie is a member of RWA and an award winning author. You can reach her at website & blog

@AmieLouellen (!/AmieLouellen)

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Oh my. I can’t wait to get this book! Thanks for sharing, Amie!

The floor is now open for questions and comments so let’s show her a great Ranch response!


You won’t believe who my guest is today!


I know you’re jealous. Admit it. 🙂 I’m the lucky one today and I am verra thrilled to be the caboose of the multi-blog scavenger hunt for sister TWRP debut author (and I’m proud to say, my friend!), Mackenzie Crowne’s Gift of the Realm. We’re doing an interview and she’s here to tell you more about why you will want to read this book—besides that enchanting and haunting cover and the scrumptious Colin! So let’s get this ranch jumping!  Please give a Ranch welcome to Mac Crowne! *indicates the screen door in a grand gesture…gawks…at…*

Donovan O’Brian Quinn be me name.

Calisa: Wha-? Wait a minute…

Donovan: I’m pleased to make yer acquaintance. The lovely Calisa was kind enough to invite me to visit today, to tell ye about me book. Gift of the Realm, it’s called. Oh, I didn’t do the actual writing of the thing. Mackenzie Crowne had that honor, but the story is mine. I’m the star, ye see.

Calisa: Uh-huh… *glances around for the hidden camera then back at the dog talking? to her* Hello? *a talking dog! pinches her arm and winces* Am I being Punk’d? I thought Mac was supposed to be here today. Where’s Ashton? Oh, well. Who am I to turn away a talking dog? Welcome to the ranch, Donovan, was it?

Donovan: I know what ye be thinking’. A dog? Really? Dogs don’t type and they certainly don’t blog.

Calisa: Of course you know “what I be thinking.’ I just expressed that. What I want to know is…how?

Donovan: Well now, I’m here to tell ye, if ye hadn’t noticed already, an ordinary dog I’m not. An Irish wolfhound I be, living in the world of folklore and fairies in the mystical village of Dunhaven, Ireland, where strange and wonderful happenings are the norm. My people are Halflings, ye see. Ye might have heard of them. Keely and Colin Quinn be their names.

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Calisa: Actually, I have— Ooh! That’s beautiful! I’ve always dreamed of going to Ireland and seeing a cliff like this one. *sighs*

Mac: Donovan!

*Calisa jumps from her reverie*

Donovan: *Yelp* Oh, Mac! Ye frightened a full seven years off me life. I didn’t see ye there. Tis the author herself, me friends. Say hello, Mac.

Calisa: Mac, what a pleasant surprise to see you! *eyeballs Donovan suspiciously*

Mac: Hello, everyone, nice to meet you. What are you up to, Donovan? Sorry, Calisa. I hope he’s not bothering you.

Calisa: Not at—

Donovan: I like that! Invited, I was. Calisa and I are having a wee visit. The lass smells of sweet, cinnamon candy, don’t ye know. I like that in a human.

Calisa: I didn’t actually know it was going to be Donovan, Mac. But since he’s here… He does say such kind, flattering things about me. 🙂 And I do enjoy spicy cinnamon now and again…which Donovan noticed. Flattery…

Mac: Yes, she is a sweetheart. *winks at Calisa* A wee visit, huh?

Calisa: I don’t mind, really. And you are a sweet darlin, Mac. And he was about to tell me some of his story which I’d love to hear! I’m sure my Ranch guests are all ears, as well. I mean, how often does one have a chance to *chat* with a talking Irish dog?

Donovan: Aye. I’m sharing a bit of our story with the lads and lasses who’ve popped in for a visit. It’s a fine tale ye’ve woven, even if it tis a romance.

Mac: Keely and Colin don’t seem to mind Gift of the Realm is a romance.

Calisa: My guests and I LOVE romance! *bobs head back and forth between Mac and Donovan wondering if either are really listening to her*

Donovan: Hah! Humans, even those with fairie blood running through their veins, are silly with it when they find their one true mate. But I didn’t say I minded. After all, it’s a tale full of curses and fairies, and an ancient ring of stones. And then of course, there’s me. Who doesn’t love a tale includin’ a charmin’ Irish wolfhound?

Calisa: *raises hand, whispers* I do.

Mac: I’m not sure Keely would use the word charming. Not when you have a habit of digging up her lilacs.

Donovan: Ah, that. Well, I’m a dog, ain’t I? It’s what we do. And Keely doesn’t mind so much, not when her black wolf has a paw in that bit of mischief, more often than not.

Mac: Hmmm. *grins* She does have a soft spot for that Halfling of hers.

Donovan: And isn’t that how it should be, I ask ye? No matter. She can’t stay mad at me. Not for long, anyway. I helped her solve the mystery of the ring, after all.

Mac: Yes, you did, but you don’t want to share too much with your new friends here. You’ll spoil the story for them.

Donovan: Aye. Ye have a point. Still, we might tease them with a bit of our tail. An excerpt, I believe it’s called. Ye have one, don’t ye? And are ye still running yer scavenger hunt contest, over at yer own web home? The one where me friends have a chance at winning a free copy of Gift of the Realm and a $25 Amazon card?

*Calisa’s ears perk at this idea*

Mac: I do have an excerpt, and the Virtual Scavenger Hunt runs through today.

Donovan: And I’m thinkin’ ye should give away a free copy of our story right here, to one of the lovely Calisa’s friends.

Mac: That’s an excellent idea, Donovan. I’m glad you thought of it.

Calisa: *claps hands and hops in joy*

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Donovan: Then what are ye waiting for? Give me friends the chains, so they can find out more about me…I mean, yer book.

Mac: I think you mean the links.

Calisa: *snickers*

Donovan: *snort* Dog, remember?

Mac: *laughs* Here are the excerpt and the links. And don’t stay too long. You’re scheduled for a grooming today.

Donovan: *growl* I thought to chat with me new friends a bit. There be dog lovers here, ye know. I’ll be gifting our book to one of them, after I hear what breed, other than Wolfhound, take their fancies. I’ll be along in me own good time.

Calisa: Erm… I love my Chihuahuas and cried when I had to find a new home for my beautiful Boxer… *eyes the cover of Mac’s book hungrily* Too bad hostesses can’t win. *pouts*

Mac: *waves at Calisa* Thanks, my friend. Don’t let him climb on the furniture. He sheds like crazy.

Calisa: That’s ok, Mac. I have plenty of duct tape around here I use for my own four-legged hair balls. *waves Mac off*

Donovan: *snort*

Calisa: What? I use the tape to remove hair from the furniture! Oh… Just let the visitors read the excerpt… *rolls eyes*


She tossed a thick stalk onto the small pile at her feet and set the claw at another. Her continued silence said she was done with him and expected him to go.

He abused her of that expectation by taking a seat at the small table beside the garden. He sat with his legs spread, elbows propped on his knees. Donovan lifted his head to stare at him, his dark brows puckered above darker eyes that seemed to plead with him to bring peace to the garden once more.

“I am your friend, Keely,” Colin told her, “and I’d like to help if I can.”

She paused at her chore, tilting her head to eye him suspiciously from beneath the brow of the hat. “Why would you want to do that?”

He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Well, now, there’s a question. It turns out I’m not the sort of man who can ignore a mystery.”

“That’s not the impression you gave yesterday.”

“Yesterday I was near to being speechless.” A slow smile spread across his face as he decided how to break through her pique. “A man can be excused for being a bit rattled when sitting across from a lovely woman who’s just admitted to dreaming of him for the better part of a decade.”

She fell back on her heels, her eyes widening. “I didn’t admit to dreaming of you, Quinn.” She jabbed the claw in his direction. “I said you joined me in the dreams.”

“You’d consider that a distinction, and yet you admit you’ve been dreaming of me. I prefer my own interpretation.” Confusion knit her brow, and he could see she wasn’t sure if she wanted to blast him for being an arrogant ass, or smile. He pressed the advantage. “I’ve a clearer head this morning, darlin’. I’m here to offer my help.”

She didn’t react to his use of the endearment, but he didn’t miss the flash of interest in her eyes at his offer of help. “How, exactly, do you propose to do that?”

“These dreams we share.” He paused, pleased to see a faint blush spreading color on her cheeks. “They always take place at the Door?”

She nodded.

“The way I see it, you’ve made Dunhaven your home, but you’ve spent little time here. I, on the other hand, have lived the whole of my life in Dunhaven, except for the time I spent at university, and you’ll not be holding that against me.”

“I won’t, huh?”

He grinned. “No, darlin’, you won’t.”

“Hmm.” She glanced away, fiddling with the tool clutched in her lap. He winked at Donovan, and gained a dog grin. Now they were getting somewhere.

Find Mac at: (The details of the Scavenger Hunt are there, as well as all the clues)


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What a great excerpt, Mac!!! And I really think I might print and frame that cover just so I can drool over it. Remember, black wolf shifter fan here. 🙂 Thank you so very much for the contest, Mac!

Donovan…it was wonderful, and interesting to meet you. Thanks for surprising me with your visit. What more can I say but, stay away from my lilacs—don’t lift that leg there! Go get your groom on. 🙂

For everyone else, don’t forget to visit Mac’s cyber home- which is one you don’t want to miss, it’s gorgeous! Leave a note in the ranch comment box telling Donovan your email and what your favorite dog breed is (except Wolfhounds- no buttering allowed on the ranch unless it’s by me!) for the chance at a FREE copy of Gift of the Realm!!!


A Personal Dedication


I am so excited today! Because, because, because, becaaaaaause………. Because of the wonderful things she does!

Ok, I love The Wizard of Oz. I’m no Dorothy for sure, though I live in tornado alley with a tiny dog, Cocoa the temperamental Chihuahua.

But I’m singing praises for a wonderful woman by the name of Nancy Swanson today. Who? Let me explain.

Exactly one year ago I got an email with these words in it:

“My request for a contract is still with my senior editor, who says she will give me an answer on it sometime at the beginning of this coming week. So, anxious as both you and I are to go forward, we will await her decision and I’ll let you know as soon as possible.
Have a happy Mother’s Day anyway!”
Indeed that promised a spectacular Mother’s Day, 2011! Four days later I was out most of the day, it was Saturday, and when I got home I had an email waiting for me titled:

“thumbs up for HOME”

That email started out:

“Just got word from my senior editor…it’s a go!  As soon as I can get a mouse to work with my laptop I’ll send you the contract documents…”

So, the reason for my excitement today is that it was the beginning of my dreams all coming true. I would finally be a published author! And true to her word, Nan Swanson- my beautiful editor at The Wild Rose Press- sent me the contract soon after! She was on her way to the annual TWRP retreat when she sent me the first email and just home again when I got the second one. That was the longest week in my writing history, let me tell ya! 🙂

Now a year later I’m waiting for my first payday for that Vintage Rosette, my Scrimshaw Doll short story, HOME, proudly listed under this lovely Logo on the website.

Of course, my editor isn’t the only one I have to thank for my first book becoming a splendid reality. It wouldn’t be nearly as appealing to look at on Kindle, PC or Nook (or whatever you use to read it) without the stunning job Tina Lynn Stout did on my gorgeous cover! I adore the colors and soft appearance Tina chose to bring out the effects of the era. That car is perfect to reflect the 60’s. 

Most of all, I have to thank Rhonda Penders and RJ Morris- – for taking a chance on me and over-looking my neurotic tendencies and offering that coveted contract! And to Lisa who made getting my baby out there possible with her talented marketing skills!
Here’s to The Wild Rose Press!!!

In the acceptance of my story, TWRP also enabled me to meet the bestest group of writers in Cyberland or print! I adore and love my Sister Roses!!!! They (ya’ll) have made this last year a fun ride. Thank you and raise your glasses in a toast to all Roses!

So…in celebration of the event– I’m giving away a copy of Home to one lucky commenter and I’ll throw in a real signature Rose Rock from my town here in Oklahoma! These are sandy rocks that, because of the sulphur in the dirt and sand in this area and the way water runs over the terrain, forms unusual and unique rose-shaped formations.

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(Rose Rock for a USA commenter only)

And since my name is Rhose…

Neat. Huh? 🙂

Join me in my celebration and win a book and a Rose!!! I’m verra excited to gift someone with my book!!!!!!

Leave your email with your comment and share what your most exciting or memorable event was as a writer. If you’re not a writer, what was your most memorable day in your adult life (weddings and baby births aside, because those always trump any other day!)?


HOME For Love blog tour- and THE WINNER IS………………


Wow this last week was a blast! I want to thank all of my hostesses who helped make my HOME For Love blog tour a wonderful success! I still have a few more sites I’ll be on over the next month, but the tour is over and I had my little helper draw the winner for me. I’m so excited to announce the winner!


JEANNENE WALKER– (day three/Vintage Vonnie blog) come on down!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations my dear. You won a PDF of HOME!!!!

I had such a waterfall of support and company that I decided to give out an extra copy of HOME to a second winner. Helper, if you please… and THE WINNER IS…

VAMPEDCHIK– come on down, Amber!!!!!!! You have also won a copy of HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you all for joining me on this thrilling and crazy week of mad-blogging to celebrate the release of my debut book, HOME!

I hope all who have a copy enjoy it and I hope you’ll leave a review on Amazon, TWRP or Goodrads! Thank you all!!!


Happy New Year and the end of the official tour


It’s January 1, 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


Today ends the countdown to my New Year’s release party for my first book publication. I’m sure many of you have heard a LOT about HOME from The Wild Rose Press during this last week if you’ve been following the tour. Blurbs, interviews and tidbits about me have been plastered all over the world via the internet thanks to my wonderful, gracious friends who have hosted my week-long blog tour. I have to take this time now to thank you all! YOU. ARE. AWESOME!!!!!

Second order of business- if you missed any of those blogs you should hop over now and leave a comment before ten o’clock (GMT) tonight. Why? Because tomorrow I will be drawing a winner for a FREE copy of HOME!!! The more times you comment the greater your chances to win so hurry and get those last minute names in the drawing.

To make it easy for you, here are those links:

26th- Anna K. Lanier

27th- Silver James 

28th- RELEASE DAY– Vonnie Davis AND AJ Nuest!!!

29th- W. Lynn Chantale

30th- Maeve Greyson

31st- Authors By Moonlight

What are you waiting for? GO!

I want to tell you what this week has been like for me. To do that I’m going back a year and a half. I’ll even include some pictures to please the eye. 😉

When Alicia Dean first brought this project to Oklahoma Romance Writers I was hesitant to get involved in a series. I mean, I wasn’t even published on my own yet, how could I possibly pull off writing one book in a series? But I did it anyway. It was an experience and we had fun. As of this post there are six books in the Tales of the Scrimshaw Doll series under contract. It was decided that how much the doll played in the books would be determined by each individual author according to their story. Some feature the doll very heavily, as the main theme of the story. I contemplated how much it would feature in HOME and had all sorts of ideas. Unfortunately (not in a bad way I don’t think, so maybe I should say fortunately), it didn’t turn out the way I first imagined as a pantser.

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Sam Callahan seemed to have a greater story to tell than that of a doll his mother was obsessed with. A war veteran who loved the town that raised him, idolized him, had suddenly turned its back on their one-time football star and future doctor. That became the story to a certain degree. Moreover, how he dealt with those horrible nightmares of the war became the story. I let him have his way.

How did he cope? With the courage and strength of a gypsy girl who had lived with stigmas all her life. What was alien to him was a way of life for Poppy Tippen. He learned to shuck the opinions of others by her steadfast, if not graceful, example. Popeye’s mantra became Sam’s unintentionally; I am who I am, and that’s all I can be.

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Witchy voodoo curses and all that mumbo-jumbo belief and such were more wive’s tales in those days than actual curses and acceptable black magic. Yes, there were witches and such—at least according to my witchy aunt–it just wasn’t readily acknowledged as that in those days. So the doll took a back seat in my story. But for my time period (Vietnam 1967) that worked.

But I still hadn’t really thought as I wrote my story that HOME would sell. Have I mentioned that I’m a tad insecure? Lol When I finally felt ready to submit I got a wonderful editor in Nancy Swanson. She requested to buy it within three weeks of receiving my manuscript! To say I was shocked is a gross understatement. J But I was so excited. Then the excitement waned over the next month. A little. When I got the email with my cover attached it ramped up again. Again when I got my fifteen minutes worth of revisions. Yes, it took me that long to make changes she asked for. What can I say? I worked on this story, had fellow Okie Outlaws read and crit, until it was a clean ms. Then I sent it in before I could screw it up by over editing! Lol Round two revisions was a matter of basically accepting a few punctuation changes the proofreader suggested, the tap of a button and I was finished. Do I expect revisions on my next ms to be so easy? Hells NO! I wish, but I’m realistic enough to know better.

So back to this week. Most know my release date coincided with my own birthday so that was my favorite gift this year, though my lovely daughters competed very well and I will smell nice for a long while! Of course, any gift from my husband and partner of twenty-eight years will trump anything in my life so I won’t count him now. He is a gift I can’t beat if I sell a hundred books that become best sellers! But this week I’ve been up so high that next week will be boring for sure! I’ve been riding high on friends and family buying MY book! My creation. That’s a feeling impossible to explain. Incredible, scary, wonderful! And I already have a four and a five star review on Amazon! How cool is that? When I wrote HOME I worried I wouldn’t quite hit the emotional mark the Vietnam war left on so many since I was born two years into it, no more than eleven when it ended in 1973 (officially the final troops and POWs were brought out in ’75 just before Watergate took over the news airways). I remember my dad calling it the Eleven-Year-War, saying it was the longest and deadliest war in the history of the USA. I think that length has possibly been beaten more recently beginning with Desert Storm in 1991, but I haven’t researched that yet.


But I digress. I was sure no one would “get” the story, what I was trying to convey. Was I able to get across what was deep inside of me? The fears and recovery a soldier must go through, that he has to face those fears head on to conquer them? What about the era itself?

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Did I portray it correctly? Does the love and growth of my characters show?

After all, this is pretty much the extent of my memories of that time. I was almost five when this picture was taken. We lived in the middle of alfalfa fields like this one on a race horse ranch. I remember the horses more than I recall the strains of that war my uncle and cousins fought in (they came home). And, even though both Mommy and Daddy are gone now, they both knew I wrote way back when I was a teen, and I know they are smiling on my success today, partying in heaven for me!

I had my doubts until a few days ago. Read those reviews and you’ll see how wrong I was again. My family knows I hate being wrong, or admitting if I am, but in this process I’ve been wrong about a few things I’m happy to admit to!

HOME is out and available NOW at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon. If you don’t win here today I sure hope you’ll feel inclined to go buy it.

Now, to end this tour, here’s one last brand new peek from HOME to make you smile.


Hearing Sam laugh did crazy things to Poppy’s insides. But she hadn’t forgotten the last time she’d said something to make him laugh. She’d avoided him in the days since. It had been dumb luck that she was out now instead of at work. Mother had sent her on an errand, and she was heading back to the shop.

Seeing Sam sitting at the stop sign had made her cringe. He’d looked like he was in another land, and she couldn’t help speaking up. Maybe he had been. It had startled and surprised her that he pulled over, since he was angry at her the last time she saw him.

She hadn’t forgotten the hurtful words he shouted under the big trees. “So what are you doing? Hiding from Mrs. C. again, I imagine.”

“Something like that. What about you? Can I offer you a ride?”

“You can offer, but I’m going right there.” Sam turned to look where she pointed, across the street to her mother’s doll shop.

He stared, for what seemed to Poppy a long time, before he swiveled back to her. “I’ll walk you over.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“To look at a doll. What else would a guy do in a doll shop?”

Poppy gauged his response and noticed the twinkle in his eyes. He was up to something fishy, but dang it if she knew what. Shrugging, she moved to cross the street. “Fine, soldier. Walk me across the street like a good Boy Scout.”

As she stepped off the curb, she felt his hand touch her elbow and she glanced up at him. “I am a good Boy Scout. Remember that.”

“Yeah? Prove it.” She had no idea why she said that. How did a grown man go about proving he was a Boy Scout? Not her best line, she admitted, and smiled as she softly whistled her favorite song, “He’s So Fine.”

“Why do you always whistle that song? There are a lot that are better and make more sense.”

Poppy stopped in the middle of the street to stare at Sam. “Are you serious? No one is better than the Chiffons! They say exactly what a girl wants to. You take that back, Sammie.”

Sam took her hand and led her from the street and into the nearest building’s shade, out of the August heat. She stood back against the brick and stared up, waiting for him to take back what he’d said.

“Do the Chiffons say what you’d like to say, Poppy? Why do you think of that tune around me?”

She thought she’d choke as she gulped air and looked away in embarrassment. How had she stuck her foot in so deep? Did he know what she’d been so diligent in hiding from him? “Just, they are a great group, is all.”

His eyes bored into hers for a fast count of fifteen before he raised his gaze to look out over her head at the street. “Hmm.”

“Hmm, what? What are you thinking, Sam Callahan?” Did she really want to know?

His eyes fell on her again and he leaned against the wall, one hand propping him to block her view of anything around them. He leaned close. She felt his warm breath on her cheek, could smell butterscotch on his breath. He’d been eating those cream candies Dr. C. used to give out. Now she knew where he’d been before finding her. Maybe he was getting ready to take over his dad’s practice. Holy Joe, he’d be her doctor!

“I’m thinking we need to visit the woods again, soon.”

“The woods? Why?”

He chuckled and leaned closer, so close his mouth almost brushed her hair. “I’d like to fix something that I can’t fix here on Main Street.”

Poppy forced her eyes to look at him so near, to gaze into his almost purple eyes. Her chest pounded with each breath punched out as she whispered, “What?”

Sam slid his lips across hers before backing away to a respectable distance, then smiled lazily. “That.”

Oh, my golly! It didn’t seem to matter how he’d hurt her, when he stood so close she could smell his shower soap. Poppy shivered and looked away from his intense gaze. “I don’t… We can’t…”

“Relax, Poppen. Let’s go look at dolls.”

What? Just like that he turned off the heated charm that left her legs feeling soft and gushy like chewed gum in sunshine and her head spinning out of control. It wasn’t fair he should be able to make her feel like heaven was touchable and then just walk away.

Dumbly, she followed him around the corner to her mother’s store. He opened the door and held it for her to enter ahead of him. Poppy knew she wouldn’t sleep soundly until she discovered the heart of Sam’s charm, why he was so easily able to heat her blood so thoroughly with a word, a kiss.

Maybe he was trying to charm her. But…why?

She was nothing more than a gypsy’s daughter, a doll store owner, a “bad” girl—the wrong girl, from the wrong side of the tracks. What could Sam want with her?

Ok, I’m gonna offer MORE chances to win! Tweet this post, Facebook– with the buttons below this post– RT it, and then tell me that you’ve done these. I’ll take your word for it. Just tell me which you did in a comment and I’ll add your name an extra time into the drawing for each thing you do. That’s three plus more chances!!!

Until tomorrow-


PS- don’t forget to check my schedule in the news>blogging news tab at the top of the page to see where I’ll be through January and February. You might have more chances to win a copy of HOME if you don’t get one now.