The Cowboy’s Christmas and a Give Away!

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I’m happy to announce that I have a new release coming out on November 4. The Cowboy’s Christmas is now available for pre-order, so let me tell you a little about the story.

My heroine, Savannah Dunn, lost her husband close to Christmas two years ago and no longer celebrates the holidays. That changes when she becomes temporary guardian for her four-year-old twin nieces while her sister is deployed overseas. With kids in the house, she has to celebrate Christmas, but she’s going to do the bare minimum. After all, the girls are only four.  They should be happy with an artificial tree and presents. Right?

The hero, Quinn Harding, has different ideas about Christmas. He might have grown up moving from ranch to ranch with his vagabond mom, but they always had a big Christmas. Now that he’s working on the Dunn Ranch, he makes it a mission to help Savannah learn to enjoy Christmas again.

Here’s an excerpt, which takes place after Quinn convinces Savannah to help him find a real Christmas tree:

“Fir or pine?” he asked.

“You’re in charge of the tree project,” she said.

“Fir.” He started through the snow to one of the trees he’d pointed out from horseback when they’d moved the cows, punching tracks in the snow that Savannah attempted to follow, even though his stride was longer than hers. It was an awkward business that left her winded, but she enjoyed the challenge. It’d been a long time since she’d simply had fun doing simple stuff—like following tracks spaced too far apart.

“This one looks good,” Savannah said when she finally reached the tree Quinn was studying with a critical eye.

“Maybe, if you put that side to the wall.” He pointed to a sparse area at the back.

“Isn’t that the charm of the home-grown tree? Imperfections?”

“Right.” He pulled the roll of flagging tape out of his pocket and tied a long pink strip to the tree. “We can take it off later if we find better ones.”

“How long is this operation going to take?”

“Hours.”

He spoke so seriously that she believed him. “That long?”

“This is serious stuff.”

His expression was serious—except for the light of amusement in his gray-green eyes. She shook her head, refusing to let herself smile back, then turned to scout for another tree. A better tree.

She headed uphill, making her own tracks, which was only marginally more difficult than following Quinn’s, stopping in front of a stand of three intergrown firs.

Nope.

She hiked on. Behind her she could hear Quinn moving in a different direction, his boots punching through the snow. She didn’t look back because the perfect tree lay ahead, maybe twenty yards—uphill, of course. She battled her way up the slope, only to find that the perfect tree was missing a section of branches on the back side. She didn’t have enough walls to hide that much empty space.

Quinn gave a whistle and she turned to find him beckoning her down to where he stood near a twisted pine. Not the tree of her dreams, but…okay. Quinn was running the show.

She half walked, half stumbled through the snow toward him. She was winded and her hands were cold, but there was a certain exhilaration to being outside, doing something other than chores or gardening or even sitting under a tree reading a book. It was the snow, she decided. The snow made her feel like Harold after a fresh fall—full of energy and ready to tackle anything.

She’d bottled herself up for two years, literally and figuratively. Secluded herself from the world, except for Deke and the occasional trip to either Livingston or Marietta. It wasn’t that she’d wanted to focus on her grief. She hadn’t. She’d wanted to be normal again but had no idea what that looked like. She only knew that it would probably sting to ease back into life, and coward that she was, she’d insulated herself against the sting.

She’d forgotten to live.

No…she’d been afraid to live. Afraid to embrace anything that might make her feel too much.

That’s why she needed to do more than sleepwalk through Christmas.

And life.

She focused on Quinn, slipped on a loose branch hidden by the snow and slid down onto her butt. He was looking at the tree again, hadn’t seen.

Good.

Her pants were starting to soak through on the backs of her thighs, which was only going to make her colder, but she really didn’t care. In fact, she felt like sharing the joy.

She stopped a few yards away from Quinn, scooped up a handful of snow, formed a ball, and lobed it at his back, but it splatted right at the back of his neck, knocking his hat forward. Savannah brought a hand to her mouth as his shoulders automatically hunched against the snow that was probably going down his shirt.

“What the—” He swung around, and Savannah couldn’t help laughing at the confused expression on his face. “You?”

“Yeti. I swear. He came out of nowhere.”

“Uh huh.” He studied her for a moment, then bent down, keeping his eyes on her, as if expecting a sneak attack if he looked away, and scooped up enough snow to make a good-size projectile.

Savannah put her hands up. “Yeti. Honest.”

He started toward her with the snowball, and she laughed as she awkwardly backpedaled. She stopped when her heel hit a snowy log. “Quinn. Please.”

He stopped a few feet away from her, tossing the ball in the air. “Please?”

“Please go find that yeti and punish him. He couldn’t have gone far.”

He fought the smile, lost, and Savannah’s midsection did a freefall as the impact of his smile hit her full force.

“Maybe we should stick close together so that one of us can be on the lookout for yetis,” he said softly.

“Yes. Good idea.” She gave a brisk bob of her head.

He dropped the snowball and held out a hand. Savannah barely hesitated before putting her wet glove into his. His fingers closed around hers and together they walked to the twisted pine tree.

To celebrate the release of The Cowboy’s Christmas on November 4, I’m giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to a randomly chosen commenter.  To be eligible, all you have to do is tell me what you want for Christmas. I’m looking forward to reading your responses.

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Jeannie Watt raises cattle in Montana and loves all things western. When she's not writing, Jeannie enjoys sewing, making mosaic mirrors, riding her horses and buying hay. Lots and lots of hay.

92 thoughts on “The Cowboy’s Christmas and a Give Away!”

  3. Loved that excerpt.

    I don’t have anything on my Christmas list. My middle asked for a plane ticket to come home for the holidays. I’ll have him for a week. Unfortunately, his girlfriend can’t get away. It’s one of the busiest weeks for her industry.

  7. I just hope to see my older sister this Christmas. After 4 years and 7 different kinds of unsuccessful cancer treatments, she has decided to stop them all and just try to enjoy what time she has left.

  10. I can relate to your heroine. My close HS friend lost her husband on December 26th right between Christmas and her daughter’s birthday December 27th. He was only 38 years old. It was a difficult time.

    Christmas gifts-
    My husband and I decided a long time as go not to give gifts. We like to spend time together usually outdoors.

    Greatest gift would be if any of our 4 children and their families would come for a visit. We are now blessed with 6 grandchildren. We live in 4 different states: Wisconsin, Florida, Utah and North Carolina.

    Best wishes with your book release!

  13. I loved picking out real trees each year! What a fun excerpt. I usually don’t ask for anything since I don’t like clutter and don’t need anything, but books are always welcome.

  16. I really don’t need anything for Christmas. I have everything I want. My children are healthy and thriving. All 30 of my grandbabies are wonderful. Even the one that’s on the way that is due in February. Thank you for sharing your time with us all.

  17. I want Shanna Hatfield’s holiday book released last year for Christmas. It had such a beautiful cover, recipes, stories, memories, etc.

  20. I’m going to visit a friend, and I’m hoping they’ll have SNOW when I’m there!!!! This FL native has never seen SNOW!!

  21. congratulations. This sounds like a wonderfully fun book. What do I want for christmas? well I cant wait for all the family to get together. I would like – CD Matthew West “Hello My Name Is…” and a bone folder/paper creaser (mine just disappeared)

    • I have never heard of a bone folder, so I looked it up. Apparently I’ve used something similar and never knew what it was called. I hope you get the CD and bone folder. (When you get the new one, the old one will show up.)

  22. Just being together with my family is the best gift of all, especially now that we have toddler granddaughters.

  23. Can’t wrap it or tuck it in a stocking, BUT…i would love to have All politicians spontaneously self combust. just saying.

  27. Congratulations, your book sounds like a great read, I loved your book excerpt, thank you for sharing it . For Christmas I would love to have my whole family together celebrating Christmas. Have a great day and stay safe. Thank you for the chance.

  29. I would love some free time to catch up on my reading—as if that would ever happen when I keep adding to my TBR.

  32. For Christmas I want a book case for all the books I have. Also would like an Amazon gift card and/or visa card. I also would like it if the whole world could get along and wasn’t so crazy and in mayhem.

  33. My biggest wish for Christmas is the family to be able to get together including my mother who is on the mend from covid pneumonia. Some family live too far away from home for Christmas so we FaceTime.

  34. Just to have my grandkids with me on Christmas. My spouse passed in Dec 21 2008 and that was not a good time for me till my
    grandkids were here. And a good book is always wonderful.

  35. What a sweet excerpt. Needs to go not he TBR for sure. I would just like a nice, quiet Christmas. No little great-grandchildren visitors this year. (And it would be nice if the family holdouts would get vaccinated…..)

  38. I am celebrating the birth of Jesus. We are in a transition year. Last year, my Mom was in and out of the hospital and a rehabilitation center. This year she is a full time resident in a nursing home. I am grateful that we can visit and talk to her on the phone.

  42. I want things to go back to normal. No virus, mask, vacs, or politics, just going back to work, parties, vacations, grocery store, and restaurants. Getting together with neighbors, friends and family without the fear of spreading or getting sick.

  45. After the last two years – just to be healthy and enjoy a few special dishes. We are older and really don’t do personal gifts but pick a charity, instead, to send a little check.

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