I have this thing about my characters. I have no idea if it’s normal. Of course I don’t know if any writer’s brain can ever exactly be described as ‘normal’. (Sorry filly sisters!)
But me…I really know my characters. I know that Seth Kincaid spent some time in a hospital in Omaha on his way home to his book “Over the Edge.”
I know Luke Stone when he left his father in a rage, between the war and his book, spent some time visiting Dare Riker in Ohio.
I know Kylie and Aaron Masterson, from Tried and True, eventually sell their beautiful home in the Shenandoah Valley and move to a ranch nearer Kylie’s sisters. But it is years after the book is over.
And I know Belle Tanner and Silas Harden, from The Husband Tree, have five sons. One of whom, their first born (remember Belle has four grown daughters at this point) finds his wife through an episode some more law abiding types might call …ahem…kidnapping.
That kidnapping has always intrigued me and I finally got a chance to see just exactly what that youngster did.
Hint, Belle Tanner Harden is NOT HAPPY WITH HER SON!
The story comes out in January and I just got my authors copies. So this is before the kidnapping but I think if you read this, you will see it coming.
The Lassoed by Marriage Romance Collection
My novella contribution stars hero Tanner Harden
(this is NOT the beginning, they’ve known each other for almost thirty minutes now)
“Come out with me. Come and meet my ma.” Tanner now felt an almost overwhelming need to take her away from this canyon.
It was so strong he was determined to throw her over his shoulder and kidnap her out of here if he had too.
He hoped it didn’t come to that. “We’ll feed your grouse and hope that’s the only wolverine that comes by for the year.” He tried to sort out all she needed to do before she left. What chores did he see to before riding to his folks’ place?
“Your cattle will be fine for a few days while I introduce you to my ma and my sisters their husbands and my little brothers—who are near grown up men these days.”
“You have a huge family.”
Tanner smiled. “My sisters all have little ones so it’s even bigger than it sounds.”
A bellow sounded from behind him and he whirled around to face the biggest long horn bull he’d ever seen. Standing not twenty feet away, it’s head down, pawing the dirt. It was the color of midnight, with a spread of black tipped horns that had to be more than eight feet. He lowered those massive, sharp horns and kicked dirt onto his belly with his front legs. Tanner reached back to grab Debba and run.
“Shadow, you sweetie.” She’d run all right. Right around him and right up to a bull that looked like a killer.
“Debba!” He drew his gun, knowing a single bullet would never kill this thing, not in time.
She didn’t even notice his warning or his gun because she was busy hugging the monster. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Arms that had just been around him. The bellowing stopped, the pawing stopped. She pressed her cheek against his massive forehead and crooned. Then, with a pat on his massive black nose, she stood up and took one of his horns and led the critter right up to Tanner.
Well, he’d seen a lot of things in his life. Seen his skinny, squirt of a ma throw a thousand pound bull. Seen every one of his big sisters rope and brand a spring crop of jumping, running calves. Seen a neighbor, Mandy Linscott, shoot a running wolf from five hundred yards out. So Tanner didn’t underestimate women, ever.
But this moment, right now. He looked old Shadow in the eye and saw his own death. That bull was as good as speaking to him, telling him no outsiders were welcome.
“Scratch him between his horns. He loves that.”
Tanner could swear the bull’s eyes narrowed, daring him to do it, daring him not to. Tanner figured either way, unless Debba could save him, he was bull fodder.
And, since there was no way to save himself, what the heck? He reached out and scratched the old beast. The bull lowered its head and tilted it as if he had an itchy spot Tanner wasn’t reaching.
“C-can…uh…do you pet all your longhorns?”
If you don’t see a kidnapping coming…the book releases January 1.
Leave a comment to get your name in the drawing for a signed copy of Lassoed by Marriage AND to make it interesting, tell me your first memory of when you met the man you married, or when you knew he was the one, or a first Christmas memory of someone you love. BONUS POINTS IF HE EVER KIDNAPPED YOU! Doesn’t HAVE to be your husband and the story doesn’t have to be about you.
I actually knew My Cowboy was ‘the one’ after a very special Christmas gift. We were 18.