Sometimes we get ourselves in a fix and end up landing exactly where we don’t want to be—like my big gray cat, Curly. He thought he could fly just like the birds he was eyeballing on the feeder. He flew, all right. Off the porch railing and onto the swinging feeder that soared from its hook and smashed on the rocks below. Curly wised up after that little incident. Gave up flying for stalking.
Have you ever landed where you didn’t want to? I think we all have, and it’s a lot more fun reading about someone else’s landing than rubbing our backside after picking ourselves up from the rocks.
The old cliché of “look before you leap” became a cliché for a reason. Too many people ignore the simple, alliterative warning, people like Ara Taube, the heroine in my Christmas novella, The Snowbound Bride. I won’t give away the story by telling you where she leapt, but let’s just say things worked out better than she expected. Love and the Lord have a way of doing that.
And that’s one of the reasons I enjoy writing Western romance. Love wins. But, oh the winding roads and quirky twists that lead to those happy endings!
She tossed back the quilt and tiptoed across the cold floor
toward the incessant dripping. Beyond the heavy lace
curtain, icy rapiers clung to the eaves, pouring themselves
one drop at a time into tiny pools beneath the window. A
sapphire sky spread over the mountain-rimmed valley,
and the brilliant landscape shone like a blue willow dream.
Lately here in Colorado, there hasn’t been a lot of leaping at my house, but there’s been plenty of shoveling. According to the calendar, it’s not officially winter. Could have fooled me. No complaints though, because it’s my favorite season. A warm fire in the woodstove, a quilt on the sofa, and a cup of my favorite hot drink—brewed coffee poured over dry cocoa mix—and I’m ready for a heart-warming tale with a handsome cowboy who’s man enough to know how to make his woman feel.
That’s the kind of story I had in mind when I started writing about Ara Taube and Nate Horne. My grandmother’s name was Ara and I think she was the rebel in the family, from what I’ve heard. It’d be just like her to hike her skirts and jump into a … Almost forgot not to go there.
And Nate—a man of few words if ever there was one. Beats all, doesn’t it, when you’re trying to get a fella like that to say what he’s thinking. But strong and silent has its place, and I must admit that place is somewhere deep in a cozy corner of my heart.
Hopefully, you’ll have time this month to leap into a soft spot by the fire and cuddle up with a good book. There are certainly plenty to choose from here on Petticoats & Pistols, and I’m giving away an eBook copy of The Snowbound Bride. Just enter a comment and be eligible to win!
To see a few of my visual thoughts from the novella, you can visit my Pinterest page at http://www.pinterest.com/davalynnspencer/the-snowbound-bride/
Thanks for letting me drop by. This was a great place to land.
More about Davalynn:
Wife and mother of professional rodeo bullfighters, author Davalynn Spencer began her writing journey in the national rodeo market and as a newspaper journalist, winning awards in both arenas. Today she continues to win acclaim with her inspirational western romance placing second in the 2014 Inspirational Reader’s Choice Awards, and finaling for the Selah Award and the Holt Medallion. Davalynn teaches writing at Pueblo Community College, and with her handsome cowboy has three children and four grandchildren. They make their home on Colorado’s Front Range with a Queensland heeler named Blue. Connect with Davalynn online at www.davalynnspencer.com and www.Facebook.com/AuthorDavalynnSpencer.com.
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