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• #MFRWauthor 52-Week Blog Challenge Week: 13: Wanderlust!

  Posted at 2:15 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on March 27, 2020

  

  Here we are meeting again for Marketing for Romance Writers 52-Week Blog Challenge.  I admit my blog is getting boring by not adding fresh content other than Wednesday and Friday lately. I guess that’s why I posted Wordless Wednesday on Thursday.  So sorry. Maybe better days will come for my blog too.

  Moving along. Time isn’t moving along so quickly when you’re in lock down mode though.  I’m thankful we are. In my state, cases of COVID-19 are increasing as we speak. My governor has done so much to help prevent the spread. People aren’t listening even when we are ordered to HELP EVERYONE BY DOING THIS.  Rant over.

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  Week 13:

  Your destination is within 1500 miles and time is okay.

  Fly or drive?

   

  

  Many people want to get to their destination as quickly as they can and then have fun when they arrive. I’m not that person. These days, I’d rather not fly. I can’t say I never will because of where my grown children live.

  The first time I flew at nineteen years old, it was Friday the 13^th. I hadn’t realized it until sitting on the plane at six a.m., sipping a cup of coffee while the plane waited at the gate. No wonder my dad demanded on the way to the airport I take out life insurance. They had delayed the flight back home because of a tornado. The trip home had been awful and scary with terrible turbulence, and I wished I had done what my dad asked.

  The last time I flew, the plane landed in a blizzard in Chicago with my eyes squeezed closed and fingernails digging into my palms. I had to do it all over again in Detroit.

  I’ve had good flights and landings, too, like flying to California for my oldest son’s wedding and a fun trip to Las Vegas to play in the desert.

  If it’s my choice, I’d invite someone to drive me to a destination within 1500 miles because I don’t like to drive on highways.

  In my life, I’ve had magnificent road trips. I look forward to more. One day.

  One day.

  One day when life is normal again.

  The things I’ve discovered—like hidden lighthouses. The time we accidentally came across the Two-Hearted River, the inspiration for Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River.” What a moment. See, I am easy to please. Another road trip took us somewhere around the Ohio and Kentucky boarder and stumbling across an out-of-the-way cave on private property. This was my first cave tour and a good experience.

  I could go on.

  So, yes, to answer this question, when I have a choice, I’ll take a car trip over flying. I can stop to stretch my legs when I want. Take pictures of things other than clouds. Yes, I’m that person. Buy food. I could have written this whole post with just those few sentences. Oh, well, I am a writer.

  If you have a choice, which do you prefer?

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  Image Credits Pixabay: Utah highway – derwiki. Road Map: ErikaWittlieb

   

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• #AmWriting #MFRWauthor 52-Week Blog Challenge Week 21: Big Red

  Posted at 9:25 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on May 25, 2018

  

  Marketing for Romance Writers

  52-Week Blog Challenge

   

  Week 21: My Best Gift Ever

  #MFRWauthor

  Yousa! Where o’ where has the year gone? It’s less than a month away from summer. Is it? I’m still holding out for spring to act like spring. It did yesterday and will for the upcoming week! Dare I hope? My one and only rose bush is growing.

  Grab a cup of coffee or glass of wine. This is a long one.

  On to the Topic:

  How do you choose one favorite gift out of a lifetime of gifts? I’m curious to see what other participating authors wrote about. I call a few things favorites. The birth of my boys—a wonderful gift. I can’t count all the gifts from my sons, my best friends, or parents. My best friends and family are/were gifts.

  My choice today may sound selfish to you, but this post is about a gift I gave myself. It took five years to pay for it.

  Here’s how it all started

  My husband and dad subscribed to Popular Mechanics. Haha, you didn’t see that one coming, I bet. Do any of you remember the magazine? I first read about this “gift” in my dad’s copy while visiting him. I came across a page for a newly designed pickup truck. Yes, I said pickup truck. As weird as it sounds, I fell in love with the body style. When this truck finally became available a couple years later, I bought one for myself. Me, a person who throughout life always put others first. Edited to add: I didn’t buy the redesigned second-generation model that came out in 1994 but thought about buying it and waited until 1995.

  MYSELF:

  I remember the day I dragged my husband to the dealership to look at said Ram. Well, I tried the first day, but he wanted nothing to do with it, but I talked him into coming along on the second day while he did his best to talk me out of buying it. Backing up a bit… First, I called the dealer, told him how much money I made a year, and asked him how he could get me into a brand-new Ram truck. Of course, his response was, “Come on down, and I’ll fix you up.” I imagined him rubbing his hands together thinking I’d be an easy sell.

  The day we went to look and test-drive one—the dealer, a tall, dark, and handsome guy ignored my husband and totally catered to me, since he knew this truck would be mine and all mine.

  We took it for a test drive, all three of us. The dealer knew who’d be paying his commission, so he pushed his way past my husband to sit in the middle to point things out to me on the biggest dashboard I’d ever seen. Someone once told me the console could be used as a picnic table because of the size. I’m surprised the dealer didn’t get decked and knocked to the ground by my husband. Oh, I liked the idea of being in control this time and my husband’s reaction to me taking over the conversation while he kept saying, “We’re only looking.”

  I wasn’t only looking.

  I Came to Buy:

  I chose black as the color. Bad-ass black on a bad-ass looking truck. The dealer tried to talk me into red. Nah, I wanted black.

  At home later, I glanced into the driveway. My oldest son had a black truck. My youngest son had a black truck. Well, I grabbed the phone and said to my dealer, “Clean up the red truck.” So, ladies and gents, that was that. I became the proudly-in-debt owner of a brand-new Ram. A gift to myself. Yeah!

  Kodak Moment:

  My dad took me to get BIG Red. I remember his pride—a look I’d seen before after I’d given birth to his first grandson. He always wanted me to be independent. Here I was a grown woman and my dad took me to pick up my first solely owned vehicle.

  While waiting for it to be brought around to me at the dealership, my dad smiled, and said, “This is a real Kodak moment.” He followed me home. Little old me behind the wheel of that big truck, with Dad following behind, almost brought tears to my eyes. So, yes, this is a selfish post about what I gifted myself, but I don’t care this time.

  I LOVED driving this truck and had wanted to make it mine—to stand out from the other thousands of 1995 red Dodge Ram pickup trucks on the road, so I bought chrome bed rails and had them installed, and a black bug deflector for the hood. Of course, I added a Mopar® front license plate. I called her Lady in Red and had logo made (in red lettering) as a decal for my back window. Oh, boy. Doesn’t this sound crazy?

  To wrap up an already too long post, I’ll say I drove her for eighteen years. Sure, she had rust on the doors and here and there but only about 126K miles on the motor, albeit, things began to go wrong one little expensive item at a time. When the gas tank strap fell off, and I prayed to get home safely one day, I knew the time had come to say farewell.

  I donated her to Wheels for Wishes benefiting Make a Wish and almost cried when the guy came to tow

  

  Eighteen years later.

  Red away. In fact, I did have tears in my eyes while snapping a picture pictures of her going down the street on a flat-bed. She and I had gone through many life-changes together. Go ahead and laugh at me for referring to my truck as if she were a relative or best friend.

  Oh, Jeez. I am certainly good proof of my astrological sign of Cancer with all these emotions of late.

  Cancer: Deeply intuitive and sentimental, Cancer can be one of the most challenging zodiac signs to get to know. They are very emotional and sensitive, and care deeply about matters of the family and their home. (In this case, their pickup truck.)

  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

  Remember, this is a 52-Week Challenge Blog Hop. You can find other posts at the Marketing for Romance Writers Blog with a whole list of participants. Also, remember, Marketing for Romance Writers isn’t only for romance authors.

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  On a personal note, I have to say I’m sorry for not getting around to visit as many #MFRWauthor or other blogs as I wanted to last week. Preparing for General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) had me crazy, even after I researched and worked on it for months because it went into effect today, May 25, 2018. Many of us as a whole complained about doing this, but in the end, it’s never a bad thing to protect our privacy and to learn what the sites we visit do with the information we give to them. 

  Finally, I added my privacy policy both for my newsletter and this website to my menu, and I set up the newsletter sign up form to be GDPR compliant. 

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  One more thing… If you’re on my mailing list, I’d like to ask you to check your Spam folder if you haven’t received a newsletter this week. It isn’t too late for you to respond, but it’s too late for me to contact you via newsletters as of today.

  Enjoy your weekend.

  For those of you celebrating Memorial Day weekend, please be safe.

  Posted in #AmWriting, #MFRWauthor, 52-week blog challenge | 20 Comments | Tagged #AmWriting, #MFRWauthor, blog hop, Cancer astrologial sign, Favorite Gift, Make a Wish, Marketing for Romance Writers 52-Week Blog Challenge, Mary J McCoy-Dresel, Wheels for Wishes

• A Second Chance Romance ~Theme Week

  Posted at 9:23 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on November 29, 2017

  Howdy Hump Day!

  I love watching movies or reading about a second chance romance! Maybe that’s why I wrote a book about a couple who met again after thirteen years of being apart. Did their love ever die? Was it meant to be? The townspeople in my small town of Canyon Junction think so, and everyone is rooting for Jake and Beth.

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  First, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty:

  This week Whispers of Forever: Mending Christmas is over at StoryFinds for their Second Chance Romance Theme Week. Along with the book promotion, Whispers is also in a cover contest. I know, I know, I said I wouldn’t do these cover polls anymore when I had to ask for reader votes, and I haven’t for a few years. The pages are slow-loading, so be patient.

  

  At StoryFinds, the site owner does a lot of promo for the cover poll. With a new release in this series, I wanted to do a bit of promo for the first book too. If you’re up to visiting the Theme Week Cover Poll, here is the link.   🙂 I’ve also included an excerpt from Whispers of Forever: Mending Christmas. There is also an excerpt to go with the promo on StoryFinds.

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  Moving On

  Set-up:

  The following excerpt comes from Chapter Five. Oh, boy, a lot has already happened since Jake and Beth ran into each other unexpectedly a few chapters ago. They’ve met for coffee, with his son along, on occasion, and Jake visited her home once. Now, weeks later, Jake Lawton and Beth Marconi are about to go on their first date in thirteen years.  They aren’t teenagers anymore. ❤

  What can get in their way this time?

  She brought out a part of him no one else could. No matter what it was, or what bothered him, she had found ways to dig it out. She should’ve been a damn psychologist. Well, he was about to cave again. “The first night at the restaurant when you walked out the door, I told myself you wouldn’t get away this time. Now, you’re talking about leaving.”

  A softness lingered on her face, and her lips slightly parted as she peered at him. “I’m home, Jake. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve wanted this since my divorce. San Antonio wasn’t for me if I had to be there alone. All I wanted was to have my own place here.”

  “Well, darlin’, there are a lot of condos in Canyon Junction. If you think that’s the old Jake being pushy, I guess you’re right.” When the radio went off, he put his arm around her shoulder and strolled to his truck to turn it back on. “This song and you in my arms is like old times.”

  Beth removed his arm from her shoulder and leaned against his truck. “A lot of things have changed. We’ve changed. But it didn’t take long to know a part of us hasn’t.” She smiled and his heart skipped a beat, for she said what he had been thinking.

  “I’ve noticed.” Jake gave her a cocky grin.

  Beth folded her arms over her chest and crossed her legs at the ankle while leaning against the truck. “Are you coming to my house? We can always get Italian to go. Tonight I’d like to kick back and relax.”

  “Nah, I’m not in the mood for Italian anymore. You got a grill at your house?”

  She shook her head. “My parents stopped grilling years ago. They turned into the frozen-dinners-at-3:00 p.m., crowd. Yes, it’s true, my Italian mother heated frozen dinners on occasion.”

  “No way. Wasting all the good cooking she used to do? You still like steak, Macaroni? Because I got a grill.” So much for being unsure of spending time alone together, because now it was all he could think about. The magnetism began to sizzle in a heartbeat, or it had never left.

  “Sometimes. Let’s do this.”

  The way her gaze ran over him as she spoke, caused a shudder. What had she seen in him? Jake placed his palms against the truck bed, one on each side of her and leaned close. “Let’s drop your car off, and you ride to my ranch with me. I’ll take you back home later on the way to pick up Trace, or you can go with me to get him.”

  Beth set her hands on his shoulders. Her eyes sparkled. “I made cheesecake last night.”

  Jake licked his lips, moving in closer. He wanted to kiss her so damn badly. “All right. I’ll follow you to your house.” For a moment, their gazes held, and it took all he had to pull away. If he didn’t know himself better, he’d swear he was shaking. Being close to her, smelling her, caused a rousing he wanted to let loose.

  On the way back to her car, she wrapped her arm around his waist. “Do you think we went through a time warp or worm hole? It almost seems like thirteen years hasn’t passed.”

  Jake slipped his arm around her shoulder, and he had a hard time swallowing. He opened her car door. When she got in and glanced up at him with those shamrock green eyes, his heart ached. Not a heartache, but an ache in his heart because that quick, he wanted her in his future. Enough time had been wasted between them, when it should’ve been them, all along.

  “Want to know a secret?” Beth held the door from closing.

  Jake blinked a couple times. “Oh, yeah, baby, I like secrets.”

  “If I’d had a son, his name would’ve been Trace, just like you and I had joked about. Named after the country singer you used to like. I loved the name, but not so much the music.”

  “Our kids with the same name would’ve been fantastic in such a freaky way.” He nodded and went back to his truck. Jake drove behind her all the way, and as they drove down her road, that big old Superstition Mountain to his left reminded him of the many nights he drove that same road to pick her up for a date, and then the last time, to run away with her—to marry her. What would’ve happened if that night had taken place?

  Y’all have a great week.

  

  Heart Image: Pixabay

  Posted in #AmWriting, #WritersLife, Canyon Junction: Hearts in Love Series, Excerpt | 13 Comments | Tagged Cover Poll, cowboys, Dating, first love, Mary J McCoy-Dresel, Second Chance Romance, small town, StoryFinds, Theme Week, western romance, Whispers of Forever: Mending Christmas

• #AmWriting This and That and a Short Snippet Saturday Peek~ Plus A Spring Fling Contest!

  Posted at 12:29 pm by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on April 8, 2017

  Hello to you all. It’s the weekend!

  

  Oh, you want to know where I’ve been? I’ve been far away from my blog, that’s for sure, but when I have a book ready to come out, I’m totally consumed by the process. I’m doing the final read-through on my Kindle. It’s amazing what you hear when Kindle reads your manuscript to you. Anyway, I’m on the countdown now to my formatting date…ten, nine, eight…actually it’s only two more days. Lassoing the Last Dance is in the very final stages.

   

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  But today I bring you a not-so-short excerpt from Heartbreak’s Reward. I’m choosing to provide an excerpt from this book because the book is on sale and I’m one of the authors participating in The Kindle Book Review Spring Fling.

   Enter the SPRING FLING Giveaway and WIN 1-Year #AmazonPrime, Kindles, or gift cards. https://wp.me/P2H01p-6xF

  

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  Jase Carlson is the oldest brother at the Double Dutch Ranch. He’s a favorite hero, but Randy Drake from Lassoing the Last Dance is giving him a run for the money. Good thing they’re good friends.  🙂 Jase’s cousin Caulder from my Bull Rider Series makes his appearance in this book.

  

  This excerpt comes from Chapter One. Jase and his brother Tristan left the courthouse after Jase was awarded soul custody of his two kids. Jase has a good reason for not trusting his ex-wife to return the kids to him on the following weekend.  Enjoy. (A bit of cursing is involved in the excerpt.)

  

  Once they rolled into the neighborhood, Tristan checked the number on Jase’s phone. “It should be right up here, according to the GPS.” He checked each address as they passed. “There,” he said, pointing to the left.

  “There’s no curtains on the windows, Trist.”

  “Sonofabitch.” Tristan flung his seatbelt off and hit his palm against the dashboard.

  “She doesn’t even live here?” Jase released the clutch and jumped out, ran up to the windows, and peered inside. “There’s nothing in here. Not a damn thing.”

  Tristan followed him to the house, shaking his head. “She either moved before court, or lied to her lawyer again. You sure you got the right address?”

  “I got the right address.” He went back to the truck for his phone. “I have to call Tom.” He paced in front of his truck, and said to Tristan, “She lied about everything, and has no intention of bringing the kids back.”

  Jase left a message for his lawyer and hung up. A neighbor walked from across the street. “You all looking for somebody?”

  “Yeah, the woman who lived here.” Jase sauntered up to the man and pointed back at the house. Either a nosy neighbor or someone who might be able to help.

  “Ah, she’s gone. Packed up last weekend and moved out. Can’t say I was sorry to see them go.” The man pointed across the street to another house. “I stood right there and watched.”

  “A woman with two kids?” asked Jase, his voice already quivering.

  “That’s right.” The neighbor turned to go.

  Tristan called after the man. “Wait. How many people lived here? I mean…did the woman have a man with her.”

  “A couple guys. Well…” The man hesitated.

  Jase took a step forward. “They’re my kids and that was my wife.”

  The neighbor folded his arms and stared at the ground. “Well, she lived there with her husband…or so I thought. The other guy…well, he just lived there.”

  “I was her husband,” said Jase, “until today. What about the kids? Two of them…a boy and a girl.” He held his palm flat to indicate their height.

  “Nope, they all moved out. Cute kids, too. Well-behaved. Their dad—sorry. The guy watched them sometimes.”

  Tristan asked the man, “You don’t happen to have any photos, do you? Maybe of the asshole pretending to be their dad?”

  The man shook his head. “No, nothing like that.”

  Jase weakened. Shook his head. Diverted his eyes. “Thanks, man.” He headed for the truck and got in the passenger side. He waited for his brother and handed him the keys. He slouched down in the seat and lowered his hat over his eyes.

  Tristan backed out of the driveway in Tucson and headed back home toward Canyon Junction. Most of the trip was spent in silence until they stopped to eat. He turned to Tristan. “Some asshole I don’t know watched my kids. I’ll find them…and him. I swear I will. Not even God can help him if he hurts my babies.”

  End of Excerpt. Thanks for reading.

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  Keep an eye out for Lassoing the Last Dance. It’ll be live and available soon.

  

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  Posted in #AmWriting, #WritersLife, Short Snippet Saturday | 8 Comments | Tagged #AmWriting, #WritersLife, bull rider series, Contemporary #western romance series, Cowboy Romance Series, Double Dutch Ranch, Full Length Novel, Heartbreak's Reward, hero, Lassoing the Last Dance, Mary J McCoy-Dresel, sensual western romance, series, Short Snippet Saturday, The Kindle Book Review Spring Fling, western romance

• 2015 Wrap-UP & 2016 Optimisms

  Posted at 10:42 am by Mary J. McCoy-Dressel, on December 31, 2015

  

  A lot of bloggers are doing an End of the Year Wrap Up. I can’t recall ever doing this. Last year was my big publishing year with four books published. It was exciting yet scary for many reasons. But now, we’re talking about 2015. Here we go…

   

  2015 Break Down:

   

  Published:

  • Of the Cowboy’s Own Accord Bk #3
    Amazon #1 Best Seller in Contemporary Western Romance. Army Ranger Dane Carlson, the third and youngest brother at the Double Dutch Ranch—finally got his own book.

   

   

  • NaNoWriMo: Won my sixth year and finished 50K words on the 23rd of November.

  Writing Progress in 2015: #AmWriting
  

  1. New western romance: This contemporary romance story came to me in a whirlwind with nothing more than an idea from a country song, although while writing, it changed direction. Completed first draft in December. Coming late 2016. (This was my 2015 NaNoWriMo novel.)
  2. Double Dutch Ranch Series: Love at First Sight Began writing book #4.
  3. Bull Rider Series #3 Completed first draft in December. Coming in 2016.
     

  

   

  The Year in General:

   

  • During 2015, this lady was sick for more than two months beginning in May.
  • In addition to being sick, a book needed editing and to get published on time, all while searching for a new place to live. The book was Of the Cowboy’s Own Accord. Needless to say, my cowboys remained in limbo as writing came to a halt. It was hard for me to accept an unwanted writing break. Fortunately, I believe things happen for a reason. Once settled in my new place, I began writing again.

  

  • The print book for Howdy, Ma’am was retired indefinitely in 2015. Available in eBook format.
  • My cover designer helped me to create an author brand.

  

  • Both of my sons have had a healthy and productive year. This makes a mom happy. 🙂
  • After being unofficially diagnosed with a brain tumor last March, my fur baby is doing well. Her medication helps immensely. The neurological veterinarian said we might have a year with her. (I included her in my newest book.)

  

  • Recently, I discovered Netflix!

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  This isn’t where my wrap-up ended in the first draft of writing my post and I could go on…and on. But, this is where I chose to cut it off.

   

  As I wrote out my year, I realized, all in all, the year had been good to me.

  Most of it isn’t necessary to share with the world, for once I start saying all the good stuff I wanted to say, a part of me knows that the boat doesn’t always float on an even keel for long, and I don’t want to jinx myself. Superstition? Nah, just reality. No, I’m not a negative person, in fact, I’m rather positive and try to live with a positive attitude, but the boat floating “off keel” has happened more times than I care to remember.

   

  The Upcoming Year?

   

  

   

  Plan:

  • Stay healthy.
  • Love and hug my fur baby while I can. ❤
  • Publish!
  • Publish!!
  • Publish!!!
  • Write whatever new idea comes to my muse during the year.
  • Begin a new series in 2016.
  • Try to stick to a blogging schedule. Semi-schedule? A couple posts a week? At least one? LOL

  This too could go on and on, but not today. 🙂

  Thank you for taking the time to visit.

  I’ll return tomorrow to wish you all…well, you know what happens tomorrow. *Wink*

  Happy New Year to those already celebrating 2016.

   

  For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
  And next year’s words await another voice.
  And to make an end is to make a beginning.
  ~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”

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  Have an enjoyable day!

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