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    • Halloween Fun Snippet from the Double Dutch Ranch #AmWriting #Romance

      Posted at 12:53 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on October 31, 2018
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      Today isn’t Short Snippet Saturday, but I have a fine fittin’ and rather long excerpt for Halloween from Cowboy Boss and his Destiny, Book #1 in the series. In the revision for this book, I cut a lot of scenes–this is one of them.

      Anyone who reads the Newly Revised Edition of Cowboy Boss and his Destiny might enjoy this deleted scene. If you have read the original version, maybe you’ll like it as much the second time around. I might’ve shared a part of this another time.

      Happy Halloween

      Treat and NO Trick!

      Since Cowboy Boss and his Destiny is the first book in the Double Dutch Ranch Series: Love at First Sight, the price is only $0.99. Thought I’d throw that in.


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      Note:  Every year Tristan Carlson and his family members throw a Halloween Party for residents in their small town of Canyon Junction. They have hayrides, games for the kids, a beer tent, and a dunk tank for charity.

      Oh, and they have live music, too. Judy, our ranch matriarch belongs to a local band with her lady friends. Tristan sings and plays a guitar, Jase plays a keyboard. I know, what a shock! Dane, well, he has his talents that I won’t tell here. Let’s just say when he’s home, he gets dragged up on the stage. This year, little Destiny is dressed as a princess. Not what I would have expected from her, but she insisted. The snippet will tell you what costumes Tristan and Nora chose.

      Enjoy.


      The smell of popcorn and hot dogs floated through the air. Spooky music rang out for all to hear. If not for his daughter, no one would have known who they were in their costumes.

      Destiny jerked down on his arm. “Daddy, are you getting dunked in those clothes?”

      Halloween snippet blog post, cowboy boss and his destiny, Mary J McCoy-Dressel“I guess I’ll have to. I can’t get changed with handcuffs.” He laughed mischievously, giving a sideways glance to Nora. “You know what that means, Des?”

      “What?”

      “Nora has to go in with me.”

      Nora detected a bit of devil in that laugh of his. “Wait, what are you two talking about?”

      “The dunk tank.” Tristan pulled her to a halt. “Oh, did I forget to mention the dunk tank?”

      “Um, yes! I’m not going in the dunk tank.”

      “You should have thought about that before you wanted to handcuff me, Ms. Sheriff.”

      “Oh, good Lord, you are in so much trouble.” She raised her free hand to the air.

      “It’s okay. We get dunked late, so we get to walk around like this all night.”

      Destiny glanced at Nora and shook her head. “Silly Daddy.”

      They went to all the children’s games with Destiny. When it got dark, he took her into the house to his mom, so he and Nora could go on the first hayride with the teens. Randy Drake drove the tractor that pulled it.

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      Climbing in the wagon wasn’t so easy handcuffed to another person. Tristan laughed as he sat up front. “Now we really have to be a team.”

      “You’re still in trouble. So much trouble,” she said, shaking her head.

      “Hey, if one of us falls off, we’re both going down, so hold on, Sheriff Trinity.”

       Even in the darkness she picked up the smirk on his handsome face. Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist, forcing her arm behind her back with handcuffs on.

      “Gotcha now, my pretty.”

      “Oh, you’re in so much trouble.”

      After the hay ride and a stop in the beer tent for a tall brew, Tristan checked his watch. “Guess what time it is, sweetheart?”

      “Oh, no.” Nora jerked him to a stop.

      “Oh, yes,” he said, his words rolling out before a booming laugh.

      She attempted to speak in her best innocent tone. “You’re not really making me do this.”

      “I’m sorry, but…yes, I am.” Tristan glanced at her shirt and pulled the top open. “No t-shirt underneath?”

      “No, why?” She glanced to and fro as the townspeople walked around them in costumes, some laughing, other’s nodding to Tristan—easily recognizable once he removed his geek glasses.

      “Because if you didn’t have cuffs on, I might suggest a…ah, a wet t-shirt.”

      She eyed him in his geek clothes and bow tie. “Hmm. Wait. You wouldn’t care that every man here saw me in a wet t-shirt?”

      “Not for here, honey. For later.”

      “You’re awful bad tonight, Tristan.”

      “If I recall, you asked for bad earlier.”

      “In a kiss.”

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      “You need to be real clear. After all, I’m only a hot cowboy, you know.” He pointed ahead where many people were lined up waiting for the ranch owner. They chanted his name.

      “This is for a charity. Since there’s two of us, we should bring in more money.”

      “You’re not going to make me. Please get these off.”

      “Of course, I am. Come on.” Tristan walked through the crowd with their handcuffed hands raised in the air for all to see. “As you can see here, I was arrested by Sheriff Trinity. In case you don’t all know her, she https://www.books2read.com/b/mKBR53works for me.” He wrapped his arm around her. “You all can quiet your rumors.” He turned to Nora and lowered his voice. “I’m about to kiss you in front of all these people.”

      “What kind of kiss?”

      He took her into his arms and dipped her, giving a hard, sexy kiss on the lips. “That kind…for now.”

      The crowd went wild. Nora wasn’t embarrassed. In fact, she cupped her free hand around his face and kissed him back. “No problem, baby.” Their gaze held until Selva, his ranch foreman, came up and bumped his shoulder.

      “These people are waitin’ for you, amigo.”

      Tristan chuckled and turned to the crowd. “There’s two of us at a time so you best get those pockets emptied.” He turned to Nora. “Ready?”

      “I see where I have no choice. Let’s go get’um.”

      “You realize with two of us up here there’s a good chance each throw will dunk us.”

      “Yes, sir, isn’t that going to be fun? I’m glad I wear waterproof mascara, or you’d see the scary side of me.”

      They both got in the tank and sat as close as they could. “Never going to happen. I don’t think there is a scary or bad side to you.”

      “Let’s hope you never find out that I really do.”

      Down they went!

      They climbed back on the bench, a feat in itself. Martyn, his mom, Destiny, and Jase’s kids were at the front of the line. “Come on, sweetheart, are you really going to dunk your daddy?”

      Destiny brought her arm back and let it rip.

      SPLASH!

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      Again, they came up brushing hair and water from their eyes. Destiny was still laughing.

      After at least fifteen dunks, Tristan called it done, and the next person came up. They walked through the crowd soaking wet, still handcuffed. He glanced around for his mom and Martyn and found them in the crowd. “We have to go get dressed, Mom. Can you keep Des until we come back?”

      “Of course. We’ll be over by the stage. Grab your guitar, son.”

      “Yep.”

      “Oh, Trist?” Judy called after him.

      He and Nora turned.

      “Nice costumes.”

      Nora grinned. “Thanks, Judy.”

      “My mom likes us together,” he said on the way inside.

      “I can tell.” She shivered. “Can we change now?”

      “Finally. Get me out of these geeky clothes.”

      “Get me out of these handcuffs. Be thankful you didn’t wear the knight’s costume. You would’a been a drowned cowboy.”

      “You would’ve been the one to wear it, not me. I’ll meet you in the office. You get a front row seat, baby. I have a song special for you.”


      For more on the series and the spin off series, click on the Book Page.

      Thanks for reading! Have fun tonight and please be safe.  🎃🤠💀

      Tell me about your costume if you’re going out or partying down. Me, well, if I went to a party tonight, I’d like to be a ________? What would I like to be for Halloween?

       

      Thanks to Pixabay for the images. Except for my book cover.

      Posted in #AmWriting, Double Dutch Ranch Series, Short Snippet Saturday | 6 Comments | Tagged Cowboy Boss and his Destiny, Deleted Scenes, Double Dutch Ranch Series, Dunk Tank, Halloween, Happy Halloween, Mary J McCoy-Dressel, Party, popcorn, Spooky music
    • Short Snippet Saturday:

      Posted at 2:41 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on November 11, 2017

      I am posting a Short Snippet Saturday post on the actual day this time. Hehe. This excerpt, not snippet, comes from Whispers of Forever: Mending Christmas. This is book one. Finding Kimber is book two. I thought it was fitting to post from a holiday themed book since it’s getting closer to Christmas each day.

      This is one of my favorite books. Oh, darn, who am I fooling? I say the same thing about all of them. Really, though, this one is about first love and second chances. It’s close to my heart.

      Before this scene happens, Beth, Jake’s first love in high school, recently moved back to town. Is it the perfect time, or has too many years apart put an end to what should’ve been years ago? 


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      The excerpt speaks for itself: 

      “Santa will be coming before you know it, and you’ll be here with your dad over break,” said Paige.

      What the hell? Why had she said that? Christmas was a freaking two months away. Jake shot her a condescending glare.

      “Will you be here for Christmas, Mom?”

      Paige glanced at Jake, and then answered, “Not me, but you have your father, your horses, and of course, Kasha. That’s enough to keep you busy. I’ll send a big Christmas present for you, though, so you’ll have one from me, too.” At the mention of her name, Kasha got up and moseyed over, shoving her nose beneath Paige’s hand resting on her lap, forcing a pat. “That’a girl. You’re a good dog.”

      Trace stared off at the pepper grinder in the center of the table, a frown on his forehead—a probable awakening—guessing she’d be gone for a long time.

      Yeah, Christmas present all right. A baby half-brother or sister. Now he wanted to punch something or gag. The longer she sat there in the kitchen they used to share as a couple, the more pissed off he became. In fact, he had to leave. He slid his chair out. “I forgot to take care of a chore in the barn. I need to double check on an order, too. You two finish dinner. There’s some cherry-chocolate ice cream in the fridge for dessert.” Jake mussed T.J.’s hair and winked at his kid. “Finish dinner. I’ll be in soon.” He left out the door in a calm manner.

      Dammit. Why’d he offer her to come to dinner? With a palliative breath, he knew why. He checked his phone. No messages. Since he hadn’t had anything to check in the barns, he turned on the conveyor and sent hay bales to the loft, then went up there to stack them. Jake believed the chance for her to come back for Trace was slim, and in fact, he expected her to cut ties with her old life. Maybe it was his gut telling him that.

      An hour and a half later, he entered the back door. Paige and Trace were in the living room, and someone plugged in the lighted pumpkin. Without a Halloween display like the one Paige had at her place, this one looked bare over on the square table near the bay window.

      “What’s going on?” he asked as he entered the living room with a beer. “Nice pumpkin.”

      “I like it, Dad. I plugged it in. We’re looking at pictures. Come see them!” He held up a picture and shoved it into Jake’s hand. “This is Austin’s plane.”

      Yeah, great. “Hmm, not that small.” He turned it over and read “Piper PA32 Small Aircraft.” Screw it. He handed it back to Trace. “Nice.” In reality, he was about to vomit. The guy had a freaking Piper PA32. That wasn’t cheap.

      Paige stood. “Well, it’s time I go. Our flight is scheduled to leave in a couple hours. Trace, come give Mom a hug, honey. I’m going to miss you.” She bent to hug him. Over Trace’s shoulder, she lifted her eyes to Jake.

      A lump stuck in his throat. This was it. He turned her over to another man like a father at a wedding. She was leaving them. The tear-filled look in her eyes was one he’d never forget.

      Trace cried when they parted. “Mommy…”

      “Shh,” she said, placing her finger over his lips. “I know you’re sad. I’ll call you later, big guy.” She hugged him again. “Don’t ever forget I love you, sweetheart.” Again she peered up at Jake who glanced away.

      His heart beat fast and strong. It took all the strength he had to stand there straight-faced, feigning calm as if he didn’t care. He cared. Even if he had wanted to hate her, he couldn’t, but it slowly brewed in his body and mind, especially after seeing the pain in his boy’s eyes—pain she had caused. He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to do this, but it would be worthless. She loved the other guy enough to have his baby—to give everything up for him. Yep, hate began to boil now. “Take care of yourself, Paige. I’ll take good care of our boy.”

      “I know you will, sweetie,” she said softly with a tenderness in her eyes he hadn’t seen in ages. Paige released Trace and hugged Jake, whispering, “A part of me will always…well, you know.”

      “But not enough…” Jake took a deep breath and left her embrace. “Come here, bud.” He lifted his son who was more than half of Jake’s height, and carried him outside to see her off. Trace didn’t object, now crying on his shoulder as Paige drove away.

      “Daddy?”

      “What, son?” he gulped out as the taillights faded.

      “Will Mom come back?”

      Trace’s heart beat as hard and fast as his did. He hugged him tighter, a desert-sand dryness blocking a normal swallow. “She said she would.” Jake gulped again. “Let’s take a walk through the barn.” He started to put T.J. down, but he tightened his hold around his dad’s neck.

      “No.” He cried and Jake stood right there holding him, and he cried internally.


      Thanks for reading.

      Image credits: Pixabay. Little boy: © Michael Klenetsky | Dreamstime.com. Graphics created by me.

      Posted in #AmWriting, Canyon Junction: Hearts in Love Series, Short Snippet Saturday | 6 Comments | Tagged christmas, cowboy, first love, full-length novel, Halloween, Mary J McCoy-Dressel, Romance, Second Chances, series romance, Short Snippet Saturday, Whispers of Forever: Mending Christmas
    • Short Snippet Saturday: Halloween at the Ranch

      Posted at 10:58 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on October 31, 2015

      This will be a little longer than a short snippet today, although I modified it a bit for this post. After all, it is Halloween at the Double Dutch Ranch. From Cowboy Boss and his Destiny. Nora thinks she has one over on Tristan. She couldn’t be more wrong. Her costume is a sheriff’s outfit.


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      Nora did her best not to crack up when she gazed at Tristan. His hair was slicked back. He had a yellow bow tie on a white shirt, top button so tight it looked like it’d cut off circulation, and a multicolored pull-over vest over it. She fiddled around to loosen the bow tie a bit.halloween bow tie

      “Thanks, now I can breathe.”

      She dropped her gaze to his too short khaki pants, striped socks and red, high-top tennis shoes.

      “Daddy’s a geek.”

      Nora almost fell to the floor like Destiny had earlier. Her laughter was uncontrollable and her mustache fell off. “Your daddy is a geek!”

      halloween glasses“Is it that bad?” he asked. “Well, ladies, I guess while you’re both using me as the butt of your jokes, I might as well go all out.” He pulled out a pair of black framed glasses and stuck them on his face.

      “Daddy, your glasses are broke. There’s tape on them.”

      Nora laughed hysterically all over again. “Well, rancher, all I have to say is I’m glad you didn’t lock your keys in the truck today, because you’d be breaking that window.”

      “Ah, ha, you finally admit it. You stopped to help because I’m hot.” Tristan chortled.

      “No comment.” Nora removed handcuffs from her back belt loop. “I do believe I have to arrest you.” She picked up the mustache and it no longer stuck to her skin so she tossed it on the table.

      “Why are you arresting my daddy?” Destiny grabbed the mustache and tried sticking it on her own face.

      “Because I’m the new sheriff in town.” She knelt and whispered. “It’s a joke, honey, part of the costume.”

      handcuffs“Yeah, but we’re using these instead.” Tristan pulled out a real pair of handcuffs. He clicked one ring around his wrist and the other around hers. “Shall we go?”

      Nora gasped. “What? Where did you get these? Take them off. Where’s the key?”

      “Don’t worry about it.” He tossed her plastic cuffs to the sofa. “It pays to be friends with the real sheriff, darlin’.”


      Thanks for reading!

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    • Greeting Card Overload Equals A Lifetime Of Memories

      Posted at 12:02 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on September 7, 2015

      Earlier, I had posted a blog about writing love letters. It reminded me of the greeting cards I’ve saved throughout the years. If I had love letters, trust me, they’d be saved.

      As I began cleaning out ‘stuff’ to move, I came across a box with greeting cards I’ve saved over the years. I compiled them all into a box, and wrote a note on the outside to my sons who will one day have to go through that box. (*Maybe) The cards represent the many people who have loved, or cared for me, for one reason or another.

      They go back as far as my early adult years—starting with wedding congratulations, high school graduation cards, and college graduation cards. (I graduated as an adult with children.)

      Also included are “welcome new baby cards,” homemade/purchased birthday cards, and wedding anniversary cards. Oh, of course I have a multitude of ❤ Valentine’s Day ❤ cards. I have many from my best friend—who is still my best friend. I have funny, sad, and photo cards. Of course, you can’t live a life without sympathy cards involved, too.

      This isn’t to say I’ve saved every single card I’ve ever received.

      One in particular stands out. A handmade card that came straight from someone I knew in prison. The card is absolutely gorgeous, and was created by an artist who made cards for inmates—an inmate himself.

      My goal has always been to make a large collage out of those cards that show me as a wife—an ex-wife once and a widow another time. Therefore, I have step-mom cards from my second marriage. Cards that show me as a mom, aunt, niece, sister, friend, teacher. Many are from people who have passed away.

      I told my youngest son if I made them into a collage, he could show it at my funeral instead of making a photo board. Of course, if they do make a photo board, I’d instruct them to add all my book covers. 🙂 That’s a big part of my life so I believe it would be necessary. Do you agree?

      Everyone can look at my sexy cowboys and maybe not be sad because I died. I might be off to cowboy Heaven for all I know.

      This collage is a visual in my head. It might be on a big poster board, or maybe something sturdier. I’d cut out the reason for the card, be it mom, wife, etc. Then, I’d cut out who the card was from and add it beside the title of the card. I’ve loved creating photo collages for a long time, so this would be easy and fun. After the collage was finished, it could be laminated so it’d last. Depending on how it was made, it could even go into a frame. I know there are sites online where you can do Scrapbooking. Maybe I could also do a collage online instead. It isn’t like I have time to scan all those cards, though.

      Why bother? The collage would be more important to me than anyone else, so after I was gone, they could trash it along with the funeral flowers if they chose.

      file000695143241My youngest son and his girlfriend recently helped me get my storage tubs and smaller items moved before my movers came for the heavy load. I showed my boy’s girlfriend the box of cards. Her reaction surprised me…

      Her grandmother had recently passed away and she told me that she and her family had to go through every card, letter, and pieces of old, saved mail, etc., and trash it all. “No one will want to go through that stuff,” she said. In reality, she’s right because as I said, the cards are more important to me. *Hmm, on some cold winter day, I’ll create the collage for myself. No harm in letting it hang on the wall for a time. If I get sick of looking at it, the Dumpster is right down at the end of my parking lot.

      What do you do with Greeting Cards?

      • Do you save all of your greeting cards?
      • Are you choosier about the ones you do save?
      • Do you save them at all?
      • For a long time?
      • A short time?

      Is it just me?

      My son says I’m weird. Does this make me “weird”?

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