I’m here! My first official post for Petticoats and Pistols, and I have to say, I’m a bit nervous. The lovely, talented, and sweet Margaret Brownley has left some big shoes for me to fill. She will be truly missed, but, like all of you, I wish her love and happiness in her exciting new life.
I’m also thrilled to be joining this amazing group of ladies. I’ve known some of them for years and am becoming fast friends with the other “fillies”. To stand here beside them is…aw, heck. For a writer, I’m at a loss for words. I’m also excited to get to know all of the readers. I promise to do my best responding to comments and answering any questions ?
I thought I should probably tell you a little about myself. I’ve been at this writing business a long time. It took a while to figure out what kind of stories I loved writing the best. As a result, I tried suspense, historicals, rom com, paranormal, you name it. Finally, I took to heart the old saying, write what you know, and sold my first Western/small town book to Harlequin in 2005 for the then American line. It’s been full steam ahead ever since. The American line eventually became the Western line, which sadly folded several years ago. I now write for Harlequin Heartwarming and, starting in 2022, Love Inspired Mountain Rescue Suspense.
My promo material says, “Who Doesn’t Love a Cowboy Romance?” and that sums up exactly how I feel. I’ve lived the country/western lifestyle for as long as I can remember, getting my first horse when I was just a kid. We once owned over fifty “pets” that included chickens, ducks, goats, a donkey, mules, and horses — besides the usual cats and dogs. There wasn’t a day I didn’t pet a velvety nose, smell the sweet scent of hay, collect fresh eggs, and wash out a water trough. I once rode in a mule-drawn wagon for three days from north Cave Creek, Arizona to Young (the state’s most remote town located on the southern rim of the Grand Canyon). In my younger days, I competed in horse shows. And while I have a great love of rodeo and watch it whenever possible, I’ve never participated beyond riding a mechanical bull or attempting to rope a practice dummy (plastic calf). While I, sadly, no longer own any horses, I have friends who let me visit whenever the mood strikes. Yes, that picture below is me with a baby mule taken about six months ago when she was just a few days old.
I pour that love of all things cowboy into my contemporary Western stories, trying to make them as realistic as possible. What a great gig, right? I couldn’t be luckier. I get to wake up every day and do what I enjoy best of all — write books about the life I love.
I can’t wait to get to know all of you and share my stories with you.
Warmest wishes to you and yours,