Sanctuary, third in my Hearts Crossing Ranch series, has just been released from White Rose Publishing (and Amazon) and I’ll be giving away a pdf. copy of this e-book today. I’ll draw a name from all who comment, so please, leave one!
It’s a true book of the heart. I got the itch to write inspirational romance during my husband’s brutal (but successful) battle with cancer three years ago. Hanging on to my faith really got me through some terrible times. I entered a contest at White Rose Publishing and ended up with an eight-book contact, one for each of the siblings on a fictional ranch in Colorado. In the first book, Hearts Crossing Ranch, the couple falls in love on a city slicker wagon train, kind of like the one we took last summer around the Tetons. In book two, Redeeming Daisy, some of the conflict centers around a black Labrador Retriever that is based on my own late, sweet dogs. Seems in these contemporaries, parts of my own life add patina.
Therefore…in Sanctuary, Hooper Martin, ranch foreman and single dad, has survived the same malady as my hubby, and the heroine Mallie Cameron is loosely based on a close family friend who is fighting a brain tumor. While this all might sound harsh, it truly is a story of hope and healing, and terribly romantic. Not a dark theme at all. As my hubby still says, “each day is a gift. That’s why they call it ‘the present.’ ” Good lesson for us all.
I’ve seen so much bravery, courage, honor and stamina from the survivors in my life, and from those I’ve met in online support groups and blogs, that I know for sure they are truly worthy of starring in romance novels.
Anyway, the Hearts Crossing Ranch books are sweet, short reads (about 100 pages) with a faith element, and I hope you give them a chance. If you take a close look at your smartphone, you just might find a Kindle app!
Here are the blurb, excerpt, and my first-ever book trailer! I hope you enjoy them! And please, scroll down and watch my first-ever book trailer! Thanks.
A beautiful plus-one at a wedding, a hunky cowboy..autumn leaves and rugged horse trails. The perfect setting to unite two healing souls…
Ranch foreman and single dad Hooper Martin is ready to put his health and life back on track after battling cancer…including re-entering ing the dating scene. His little girl sure could use a mother. Falling hard for wedding guest Malia Cameron makes perfect sense to him: she’s a survivor, too.
Mallie has put her heart on hold, knowing she will never recover from her brain tumor struggle. She can’t promise a future to anybody and vows never to fall in love. Letting Hooper Martin into her life would be a big mistake. But his good looks take her breath away, and his living faith starts to gentle her confusion about Who’s really in charge.
Hooper parked in front of Mountain Cove Elementary School, a two-story brick building that bore the patina of time. Indeed, the date 1938 showed from a carved stone above the big front door. Mallie had seen picture-perfect buildings like this in movies.
“It killed me when Ella started school,” Hooper muttered. “Not that I want her home forever, but it’s just the start.”
“The start of what?” Mallie asked
“Of all the goodbyes.”
She heard the longing and above all, the type of goodbye he actually meant. The same goodbye that lingered just this side of her subconscious. Clearing her throat in lieu of replying, she rubbed a brisk mist from her eyes. They had today. Thinking beyond it was, well, unthinkable.
A troupe of miniature humans lined up at a gate led by a woman in a sweater appliquéd with felt cut-outs of books, apples, and pencils. Mallie recognized Hooper’s munchkin from the snapshot he’d showed her, and in a flash, the pretty little girl ran into his outstretched arms, a tiny backpack falling to the ground. Mallie’s heart couldn’t help but tingle. A daddy’s girl herself, she’d never have made it without her father’s love and care.
“Daddy! Daddy!” After a hefty hug and several smooches, Hoop set Ella down, and she looked straight at Mallie.
“Daddy, is this your new girlfriend?”
Mallie heard her own intake of breath.
“No, honey girl,” Hooper raid quickly. “It’s Miss Mallie.”
“But you want a new mommy for me. Since my old one went away.”
Mallie’s heart panged.
“Yeah, honey girl. But it doesn’t quite work like that.”
“Then who is she?”
Mallie bent down a little. “I’m here for your uncle Kenn’s wedding. I’m Mallie.
“Hi Mallie. I’m Ella,” the little girl said with dead-on seriousness. Then she peered closely at Mallie as if looking for lint. “My real mamma is gone, but someday I’d like to have another one all my own. It would be fun if she was you.” She announced. “You’re awfully pretty.”
“Oh mercy, Ella. What are you saying?” Hoop’s cheekbones colored attractively like sundown over shadows. “Miss Mallie is our friend. Now, come on. If you’re a real good girl, we can go to the Butterbean Café. You can have ice cream while we big people have coffee.”
“You can call me Mallie, Ella.”
“OK. So let’s go get ice cream from Auntie Chelsea, Daddy.” She peeked again at Mallie. “What do you think?”
“I think that’s a mighty fine idea,” Hoop said in a dry tone.
Mallie nodded with what she hoped was enthusiasm because her heart pounded with a terrible ache. How could any mom go and leave this angel behind?
But if that was Hoop’s main goal, finding a new mom for his daughter, she was off the hook. Such a goal was way off limits for her. He above all people would understand she couldn’t promise a future to anybody. Therefore, she could enjoy her weekend with them without regret. It might break her heart, but she was a survivor, after all.