Have you ever found yourself drawn by a specific emotion? As an author, I love them all—every shade and nuance. But I have to admit, I have a favorite child. There’s one that tugs at me. I’m fascinated by its multi-faceted complexity. But it’s more than that. It’s the thing, itself:
The dictionary defines it as: “Deep longing, especially when accompanied tenderness or sadness”:
The masthead photo to this blog to me, conveys that feeling so well that I’ve used it on my business cards. It’s a thread that is woven into every book I write – not intentionally, but because I love it.
I think we all long for that which touches our soul. That illusive feeling that we seek in our environment, our relationships, even our careers. It’s what drives us to the next thing, and the next. We chase it like a butterfly through a field, just knowing that when we catch it, then we’ll be happy.
But what if what you yearn for depends on someone else for you to have it? That’s the problem I presented to my heroine, Carly Beauchamp in my December release, The Last True Cowboy. Here’s the blurb:
Carly Beauchamp has loved cowboy Austin Davis since first grade. Ask anyone in their dusty, backwater New Mexico town of Unforgiven, and they’ll say “Carly and Austin” the way some say “big trucks and country boys.” But after years of waiting for a wedding ring, Carly’s done with being a rodeo widow . . .
Austin never meant to put his career on the circuit before Carly. She’s always been his future, his one and only. But now that she’s moved on, he’s beginning to see where he went wrong, and he’ll do anything to win her back. The only thing is, Carly’s suddenly acting differently, and she’s definitely hiding a secret–one that will test the depth of their love and open up a whole new world of possibilities.
Carly’s dream depends on someone else to make it come true. Her happiness is in someone else’s hands. How awful would that be?
But don’t worry–Carly gets her HEA . . . just not the way she’d planned. This story was inspired by Carly Simon’s wonderful song, “Jesse” In case you haven’t heard it: http://youtu.be/T3W4Y85hx9Y
Just for a teaser, here’s a bit of the beginning of the story:
Addiction sucks. I should know. Papaw has his White Lightning. Nana has her Bingo-jones. My addiction has sad green eyes and my name tattooed across his left pec.
But my wedding-dress dreams always come in second to his rodeo. There’s even a term for it: Rodeo Widow.
Except to earn that title, I’d have to be married.
Squinting through the windshield glare, I shift the knob on the steering column to third and press on the gas, but the speedometer doesn’t budge. Dang it, at this rate I’m going to be late for the breakfast shift. Papaw bought the truck new about the time I was born, and Nana named it “Nellybelle.” Said she stole the name from a car on some TV show—Roy Somebody. All I know is, I’m stuck driving the beater, so Nana can drive the Camry to Bingo.
I’m less than a mile from the paved road when clanking starts under the hood. It sounds like the hammers of hell in there. I take it out of gear and lurch to the side of the washboard road and watch the dust billow up in the rearview mirror. “Now that’s just craptastic.” I’m no mechanic, but I’ve been driving since before I could reach the pedals. I know what a thrown rod sounds like. Nana would say, “Nellybelle’s sleeping with Jesus.” My luck she’ll want to have a funeral.
The book releases December 4, but can be preordered everywhere! http://books2read.com/u/mvjgQV
You know preorders help authors, right? 😉
I’m giving away an ebook copy to two lucky commenters!
Thanks for having me, P&P’s!