I know, I know, I’ve been so absent. My blogging mojo is kicking me where it hurts, but I can’t seem to find my blogging muse. So, for now, today, I found a reason to return.
This refers to the ranch matriarch in my book series. In this series, Judy Carlson has been a widow for many years.
Some of you are wondering if I’ll write my ranch matriarch’s book. Yes! Absolutely. I am writing it. In fact, I have nearly thirty-three thousand words written, which turns out to be eighty-five pages, so far.
Remember, I write real-life situations. Expect this book to have multiple points of view. If you know the series, then you know her boys will not take the sidelines if another book is coming out. Oh, no. They have a lot to tell about their lives, too. In the interim, kids have grown, hormones, both pregnancy and menopausal, have run rampant, babies have been born, and lost, but they keep on keeping on the close-knit Carlson way. Now, let’s prepare for Judy’s story later in 2019, which picks up two years after Lassoing the Last Dance.
At the last minute, I decided to treat you to a snippet. It’s rare for me to do this so early, but… Y’all deserve to see what’s happening:
WARNING: If you haven’t read the series, this snippet contains SPOILERS. I’m sorry, but if you read this, you could forget them unless you start reading book one right away. None of my books have cliffhanger endings, and if you choose to read only one book, you will still have a complete story in itself. Always.
Excerpt subject to change:
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Judy Carlson got up from the stool in her middle son’s kitchen and strode to the window in the great room. Her oldest granddaughter, Destiny, had added more blush to what she’d already plastered on Judy’s cheeks. Nora still fiddled with her hair and after she’d brushed her hands through it to soften the areas from too much spray.
Judy pushed Nora’s hands away. “Honey, stop fussing. No more blush, Destiny. Child, put the makeup away. Trista Rose, get out of Grandma’s face cream. Dale Connor either likes me how I am or not at all.”
“You two had numerous dances at the party the night you met. He already liked you. This is a date, nothing more,” Nora chided.
Judy clasped her hands at her chest and peered into the mirror over the table at the front door. “That was two years ago. Where’s he been since? I’m surprised he remembered my name. Oh, I’m nervous. Why did I say yes?”
“Why not?” Nora asked. “It’s all in fun. Enjoy yourself.”
“Grandma, you look sexy—”
“Destiny! I’m not trying to look sexy. Where do you get this stuff?”
“Romance novels. My dad and Uncle Jase don’t want you to go out with Mr. Connor. In the barn, I heard them talking about your date.”
Nora shook her head. “They aren’t used to your grandma dating anyone other than Martyn is all, but he has yet another new girlfriend. Remember, Destiny, when I met your daddy, you were a little unsure of me being with him?”
Destiny’s brow furrowed. “Nah uh, I liked you right away.”
“Me too, Mommy.”
Nora smiled. “Thank you both.”
Judy slid Destiny’s recently cut hair behind one ear. “You aren’t helping, sweetheart. Your daddy and uncles’ have a lot of influence in my life. If they aren’t happy. Well…” Judy sighed. “That’s it. I’m going home to wait for Dale. Either way, I don’t want trouble from those boys I raised. I’m sure Dane will understand.”
“You think so, Judy?” Nora waggled her finger and lowered her voice. “Must I remind you your youngest lives close? Dane carries the biggest weapons and has a military working dog trained to…you know what?”
Judy frowned. “Hmm. You have a point.”
“Yes, and Tristan sent a text. All three of them are sitting around your kitchen table as we speak.”
This night could not end quickly enough. Now she knew how Jase had felt when she’d coerced him into spending time with Brenna the evening they’d met. Judy picked up her keys. “Oh, dear… Well, we better get over there before Dale shows up.”
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Newcomer to the series? Well, let me tell you, Cowboy Boss and His Destiny is book #1 with Tristan, the middle son. Judy’s book will be #5 so get busy reading while I’m writing. 🙂 I wrote a spin off to this series where the Carlsons also appear.
Readers, thanks so much for your interest in upcoming books in this and the spin off series.
Update on the new book and new series coming out in November:
If you loved the Double Dutch Ranch Series and the spin off, I hope you’ll love my new series as much. I sure do. I’m crazy about the new characters I’ve created. Have you ever been to Sedona, Arizona? This area plays a big part in the new one, but the main setting is north of there toward the Grand Canyon.
If you’ve been following my TITLE dilemma with this book, I’m proud to announce I have a title!
Oh, come on. You know I don’t release titles this early. I recently posted on Facebook on both my regular profile and author page, that, yes, I have a title after letting the book sit a couple weeks. I went back to it a fifth or one-hundredth time to do another revision/edit, and out of the blue, my hero gave me the title. The guy lived in my heard for a year, and it took him this long to reveal it to me–the cocky cowboy that he is. Humph.
Thanks for stopping by.
I missed another 52-Week Blog Challenge Friday even after writing a draft post. It didn’t feel like what I really wanted to say about overcoming and accepting bad reviews. I’ve had to do both, so I let the post sit in draft and ignored another week. Albeit, as you can see, I have been busy writing books, and I took this week to clean my apartment between revisions. It’s another one of those necessities even writers can’t ignore. I suppose this includes laundry? I won’t tell you how many up-and-down-the-stairs trips I made to the washer and dryer or how much it cost me. Nope, I will not tell you. Until the next time… Be good to yourself.
Top image credit: Pixabay.
Well, now that I’ve taken care of my own questions and answers, I must admit… It took me two weeks to decide to unpublish. Right after, I nearly hyperventilated. I had to take deep breaths and laps around my apartment. My chest hurt. I thought I might have a heart attack. Then, suddenly, the tension of making the decision rolled off my shoulders.
Let’s put some boots on our guy’s feet. The cowboy boot fits nicely into the stirrup. They’re sturdy for whatever jobs he has to take care of during the day or night. He has more than one pair of boots. Sometimes you’ll find his boots to be dusty and worn—his favorites, but sometimes they’ll be shiny and new. Some ranchers are now wearing lace up boots for working. He’ll spill coffee on them, step in horse or cattle manure, or do a two-step on the dance floor. Hey, cowgirls… Don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty. That’s why they make soap and hand sanitizer. He’s your guy. When he’s dog-tired after a long day of hard work, feel free to pull them off for him. He’ll thank ya for it. *Wink* Remember to thank him for it, when he does the same for you. He will on occasion.
Nope, this isn’t Saturday, but it’s a snippet. Read down far enough you’ll find it after a bit of whining. I’ve attempted to write a post all week, but I’ve been living in pain since last Friday, and each day seems worse than the one before. Due to my own stupidity, I injured my back and hip by doing something, well, stupid. The worse part is I knew better than to lift the two extremely heavy blue shopping bags at the same time. I knew better than to try to move a huge, filled ceramic planter on my patio. I rolled, not lifted it, but the bending over position while moving it did me in, I guess.
It feels like it did when I ruptured two disks in my back and suffered from Sciatica some years ago and missed six months of work. It wasn’t until I had a steroid shot in my back, that I found relief and life began again. At this point, I can’t stand and/or walk for even five minutes without pain, and I have to sit down, which means I can’t walk into my doctor’s office, which is a long walk from the parking lot.
Today I decided to post a snippet from 
with until last month returned to the forefront. Enough of this. She stomped on the gas pedal and took the speed up to sixty, and she wasn’t comfortable driving like this on rutted Rocky Road.
Glass shattered as he busted the window with the butt of the rifle. Glass covered her. Her cheek stung. “Get your ass out of there, Roxanne.”
and contented life. If Randy could be a part of it, her life would be complete, but…she isn’t the same woman Randy knew… She’s broken.
