Another beautiful spring day in the Sierra foothills.
The glory of poppies in the burn scar areas is one amazing
side effect of recent fires. (This photo was taken along the Merced River
Canyon near last year’s devastating Ferguson Fire.)
Homeowners like myself are busy preparing for a new wildfire
season by setting debris piles on fire SAFELY to help protect our homes and
property from any future wildfires. That
was my job this morning. It’s hot and smelly. It’s also fairly mindless, which
means my brain glommed onto a possible scene for my work-in-progress. You’ve
probably heard this before: if you’re a writer, nothing goes to waste. ;-)
Another I hate to waste is an email like the one below from
Amazon. Why, yes, Alexa, I do like Debra Salonen’s MontanaBorn series. Thanks
so much for asking.
Here’s a snippet from MONTANA COWGIRL - Book I in the Big
Sky Mavericks series:
"Bailey?" a man's voice asked cutting into her
thoughts.
Bailey's chin shot up--and up farther. A tall man in a white
Stetson, jeans, boots and blue short-sleeve cotton work shirt with the name Paul machine embroidered above the chest
pocket stood a foot or so away.
"It is you, isn't it?" His eyes, the color of a
Montana summer sky, lit up. His tentative smile sent her heart galloping across
the open prairie on the time-travel express. "Girl, you're skinny as a
rail. Don't they feed you in California?" He made a face. "Oh, crap,
don't tell me you're a vegan?"
"Paul Zabrinski?"
The last person she expected to see today. But when your
luck sucked as bad as hers, anything was possible. "What are you doing
here?"
She tapped her forehead.
"Dumb question. This is an airport. You're meeting
someone. Hey, you look great. How long has it been?"
Even dumber question. She knew exactly how long it had been.
Life-changing drama had a way of leaving an indelible mark.
She held out her hand, which felt stupid and forced, but she
honestly didn't have the oomph to stand and hug him--which probably wasn't the
right response, either, given their history.
His smile dropped. He wasn't the boy she'd kissed till their
lips were chapped. He'd added a couple of inches of height and twenty pounds
that filled out his shoulders and gave his face more character. Cute? Not any
more. Now, he was handsome. His blue eyes the stuff they wrote romance novels
about.
"Coming up on fifteen years in August. Hard to believe,
huh? Did your mom tell you there's a new director of the Chamber of Commerce in
Marietta? The fair's going to run for two weeks this year."
He chuckled in a manly way that made the woman inside
her--the woman Bailey thought died with Ross-- ache for a pair of strong arms
around her. Even for a moment.
Available in ebook and print at the vendor of your
choice:
COWGIRL.
Happy reading!
Deb
