Well, things are back to normal at our homestead after my battles with several ailments during September including shingles. Arrrrrgh. God be praised, I got well Just in Time for our amazing trip Down South to celebrate our 40th anniversary. (We got home Sunday,)
Of course, during all of this no-computer time, I had two new releases. Today I am giving away e-copies of Outlaw in Love and The Bridesmaid antho. So this post promises to be a mish-mash of lots of stuff.
First of all, The South wasn’t as humid and rainy as we Californians had dreaded. I’m not saying it wasn’t humid at all. We were super-sweaty much of the time. It just could have been Much Worse. Especially for someone in the last-stages of shingles.
I fell in love with grits and drape-y Spanish moss everywhere, beignets and cafe aulait at Cafe Du Mond in New Orleans, and smelly as it is, Bourbon Street. My mask, the result of a major quest at the French Quarter’s French Market was hand-carried through three plane flights.
I got to fulfill a bucket list thing: riding on a paddlewheeler in the Mississippi River. (This goal from all the years teaching Mark Twain).
Ah, the swamp tour was tons better than the Jungle cruise at Disneyland because: Real gators!
Savannah GA was unspeakably gorgeous and I even re-read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil on the flight home. (There’s a pic of me in Hubs’ phone with a faux Bird Girl statue but he’s out golfing right now…maybe next time.) But beau-tiful Beaufort SC blew me away during our horse-drawn carriage ride!
All our beds were way comfy but that might be due to Tourist Exhaustion from cramming four hundred years of history into our aging brains. The pic below is gorgeous Jekyll Island where we got to catch our breath for two days…
None of our bus rides were very long, but one day, the tour director handed out a little matching game of Cowboy Lingo. Personally I thought a list of Southern drawl-y terms would have been more apropos, because that is in itself Another Language that makes multisyllablic words out of yes, no, man, and grits, among others, but I did best on the bus: 17 out of 20. Anyway I thought I’d share a few of them today, more next time as I don’t want to run too long.
And even if you don’t want to do Lingo, leave a comment anyway to get in my name-draw. I’ll post the winners tomorrow.
Hugs to all!
Here are the Cowboy Terms to match up with the correct response found in the Answerbank, where I’ve mixed up all the correct definitions. See how well you do. I’ll post the right ones later on in a comment. Have fun!
- Apple pie–
- Acknowledge the corn–
- A lick and a promise–
- All beer and skittles–
- Axle grease–
- Bag of nails–
- Barkin’ at a knot–
Answerbank: A. Butter/ B. In top shape, perfect/ C. Wild horse/D. Doing something useless/ E. To admit the truth/F. Feet/ G. Everything in confusion/ H. To do a haphazard job/I. To deceive/ J. Unpleasant, not happy.
Okay, now on to my newness. Outlaw Ahab Perkins has run roughshod through many of my books at The Wild Rose Press, so I reckoned it time to settle down this charming bad boy and let him find his soul and true love. Which he finally does in Outlaw in Love, last in a trilogy.
On the run from his gang, having robbed his own sister, Ahab has no place to go but good. He’d give his heart to Teresa in a single beat…if the beautiful woman in gray weren’t a…nun.
Unbeknownst, Teresa Avila is as wanted as Ahab, hiding out in disguise at a rundown mission. After her crimes and her evil stepfather’s abuse, she’s convinced she’s not good enough for any man, not even the outlaw she’s falling for.
Enter a burned-out homestead, an abandoned little girl and a kindly sheriff…can both find love as they guide their souls out of darkness?
Then in honor of Halloween, the wonderful Cheryl Pierson, editor in chief at Prairie Rose Publications, asked me to participate in the anthology Cowboys, Creatures, and Calico. Wow, did I have fun writing my first-ever creep-fest, The Bridesmaid. Yup, it ain’t all white lace and a wing ding bachelorette bash. You see, there’s a woman drowning in a well.
Except the well is dry…
Four nights in her dreams, a handsome cowboy tries to kiss her…letting Lydia Highmark think she’s close to finding true love. Off to Colorado for her friend Milly’s wedding, she’s stunned to realize her cowboy is…Milly’s bridegroom.
She’s standing right in front of him, the beautiful woman Garner Reed has ached to kiss for four long nights. Milly’s bridesmaid. Can he betray his bride…even as his love for Milly turns to terror?
(P.s. This antho is Volume One…don’t forget to hide under your covers with Volume Two as well…)