Today, we’re celebrating all things To Love a Beast.
~ Goodies ~
My western retelling of Beauty & the Beast has been honored with several awards this season, including winning the Golden Scroll award for 2026 Western Novel of the Year and the Will Rogers Medallion for Best Western Romance. These goodies are fun for me, but I have one that I hope will be fun for you.
To Love a Beast is now on sale for only $2.49! Click on the image to purchase on Amazon.
~ Games ~
How about a few puzzles to enhance the festive spirit?
Let’s start with a jigsaw puzzle.
If you enjoy word searches, click the image to play (the puzzle will open in a new window).
~ Giveaway ~
Leave a comment with your finish time for one or both of the games, and you will be entered to win these super fun, stained glass inspired Beauty & the Beast playing cards.
Welcome to a new and beautiful Tuesday! I hope you and yours are doing wonderfully on this bright day in September (it’s supposed to be sunny here where I live).
My goodness, but there is lots going on these last few months with three new books (two of them novellas) and four of my backlist books being reissued by my new Publisher, OHB.
This newly released book is book #3 in The Untamed Frontier Series and is entitled, OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE. It is a Young Adult Book. Also, on the 15th of September, the last book in The Lost Clan Series, book #4 in the series, THE LAST WARRIOR releases.
And so, let me begin with the newest release, OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE and tell you a little about the book. Now, I write these Young Adult books under the pen name of Genny Cothern. Below and off to the left is the new cover for the book.
There’s a lot I like about this new cover for the book. First, I think it is one of the most beautiful covers I’ve ever had. Second, I love that the Montana landscape, as well as the Blackfeet encampment are so beautifully depicted. The cliffs, the mountains in the background are what you might see if you were to go to Montana today. And then there’s the way he’s dressed…his clothing looks quite authentic.
So let me post a blurb of the book and then an excerpt:
Our Enemy Brings Change
A spellbinding and sweet Native American historical romance for Young Adults featuring two people who are friends, but who must not fall in love with each other.
What Will Happen When We Give Our Enemy His Life?
When Starling Nelson begs Good Eagle—her best friend and partner— to spare the life of an enemy, little does she know how this one single action might affect her life. For a year now, Starling has realized her friendship with Good Eagle has blossomed into love. But, because Good Eagle’s heart belongs to another, she has learned to ignore the rapid beating of her own heart whenever Good Eagle is near.
Good Eagle finishes the fight the young Nez Perce warrior started and grants the warrior his life, but only because his partner, Starling, insists upon it. But when the Nez Perce warrior offers a piece of advice to Good Eagle, it has the effect of changing not only Good Eagle’s mind-set about love, it might very well change his life forever.
But, there are doubts about a happy ever after for Good Eagle and Starling, because, though Good Eagle’s past love is no longer alive, in spirit she still haunts him.
Can Good Eagle and Starling win against the supernatural? Or will this one chance at love fail, separating them forever?
Perfect for Readers who love
** A haunted hero and a beautiful “off limits” friend
** Sweet Native American Historical Romance
** Adventure and sweet love in the Old West
** Friends who believe love might destroy their honor
And now for an excerpt of the book:
OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE
By
Karen Kay writing as Genny Cothern
CHAPTER ONE
Indian Territory
The Moon of Flowers, Summer
1849
“Saa, no, please do not kill him!” cried out my partner, Kills-the-bear-woman, I’nit kiááyo aakíí, or for short, Kiayo’aki, Bear Woman. She reached out toward me where I was sitting on my horse and placed her hand upon my shooting arm, but I didn’t look at her or at her hand. I dared not take my attention off of my enemy.
At a distance only a horse trot away, the man had, just a moment before, stepped out from a forest of pines. He hadn’t yet seen us. But, I knew at once he was an enemy warrior, but from what tribe was he? I did not recognize the manner in which he wore his hair, nor the pattern of the bead work upon his clothing and leggings.
I prepared myself for battle, and, as I did so, I felt the blood rush through my body, giving me strength.
“Do you know what tribe he is?” Kiayo’aki asked me.
“No.” Quickly I made the sign for the word, but I did not look at her. I had eyes only for my enemy.
In less time than it takes to observe it, I saw the sun was still rising up toward its zenith, and thoughts flashed through my mind in rapid succession. Kiayo’aki and I had left Fort Benton in the darkness of the early hours, I being her partner, but I was also responsible for her safety, she being my almost-sister and younger than I. On the previous evening, we had decided to journey to the Upper Two Medicine Lake this day in search of a better hunting ground.
Niitá’p, the game close to the fort was gone for now, hunted out. And, this being so, we had decided to travel farther away, toward one of my tribe’s favorite camping spots, the Two Medicine. We had last night decided we would even journey into the Backbone-of-the-world Mountains (the Rockies). But, only if we had to.
Luckily, it was unnecessary. Our decision to come closer to the Two Medicine area had been a good one, and we had been in the act following the trail of several buffalo when out from the forest, stepped this man, who was only now discovering the two of us. I watched as he quickly drew his bow and an arrow from his quiver and placed the arrow in a position to shoot. I raised my gun and sighted him.
“Almost-brother, I beg you, do not kill him.”
“Are you mad?” I practically shouted the words at her in reaction. “If I do not kill him, he will surely murder us both. While I do not care if he kills me, I care about what he might do to you!”
“Please! Do not kill him!” she begged me again. “Have mercy! Why, he looks to be the same age as we are. Truly, he is too young to die.”
She was right of course. But, her words faded into nothing when the chance to give the youth quarter faded. The young man was afoot, while both Kiayo’aki and I were mounted upon our ponies. Because the youth was clearly at a disadvantage—and perhaps it was because of this—the young man shot off a deadly arrow directly at me.
The shot missed me, and, seeing this, my enemy began to sing the strange melody of a song, perhaps his death song, as he quickly drew out another arrow in preparation.
However, my response to the coming fight was not my concern over the fight ahead of me, but rather, it was one of worry for my partner, and I shouted at Kiayo’aki, “You are to go back to camp at once and tell your uncle what has happened here.”
She didn’t answer.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” she answered back, her voice loud to my ears. “But I will not go there. It would take me too long to get there even at a run. And, by the time I would be able to return here, either you or the young enemy would be dead. No, I think I will stay here with you.”
I didn’t respond to her nor to the enemy…at least not right away. I pushed my rifle into position to get the best shot at the young man, and slowly I walked my pony forward. The youth, however, didn’t wait. Quickly, he set another arrow into position and was about to shoot when I pulled the trigger of my musket, my aim being to wound the young warrior in his shooting arm. In this way, I would not kill the youth, but he would also not be able to take another shot at me or my partner.
(Original Caption) Glacier National Park, MO: “On the Shore of Two Medicine Lake.” Blackfoot Indians
Looking forward, I could see the ball sail straight into my enemy’s right arm, and, at the same time, I beheld the enemy youth fall down to his knees.
While observing all this, I listened as my partner muttered, “Thank you, Good Eagle, for not killing him.”
I didn’t answer her.
I watched as the enemy’s arm fell useless at his side and his bow, along with its arrow, dropped to the ground. But, this youth was not a coward, and, with his other arm, he pulled his knife out from the belt around his waist. Then, though he was still on bended knees, he waited for what he probably thought would be the death blow from me.
Immediately, because a musket can only fire one shot, I grabbed hold of my own bow from its case upon my back and, just as swiftly, fitted an arrowto it. I didn’t let the arrow fly. It was there, instead, as a threat as I continued to slowly walk my pony toward this foe.
“Please, do not kill him!” Kiayo’aki cried out again.
“He started it!” I shouted back at her. Still, I knew I would not kill this warrior if I could avoid it. And, this was because I respected my partner’s wishes probably more than my own life. “Besides,” I added, “he has drawn his knife and intends to kill me.”
“But we are two and he is only one. Perhaps we have only frightened him, and this has caused him to draw his knife.”
I didn’t answer. My attention was on the coming fight.
Still, by my actions, I hoped to give the youth the impression that I would show him mercy. Niitá’p, though my actions were not swift as I jumped down from my seat upon my pony, the youth suddenly fell forward and lay there upon the ground as though he were dead.
Meanwhile, I stepped toward the young man, pointing my arrow straight at this enemy while I paced toward him. Coming down onto my knees beside the man, I turned him over and examined first the enemy’s chest to ensure he was still alive and breathing, and then I looked at his wound.
Kiayo’aki had followed me and was the first to speak, and she said, “He is still alive. But, he is hurt. I believe he has only fainted. And, I think his arm is broken. Come, help me to wash his wound and dress it and then assist me to take him back to camp. Please have pity upon him and let him live, I beg you.”
“As you ask, so will I do and he shall live,” said I.
Also, I am looking for reviewers. if you would like to review either of these books, please let me know in the comments.
Well that’s all for today. Hope you have a beautiful and wonderful day today and for the rest of the week, also. Don’t forget to leave a comment. I’ll be giving away a free e-book of OUR ENEMY BRINGS CHANGE to one of the bloggers here today.
Today we honor the dedication, commitment, perseverance, and heart you bring to your work every day. Labor Day is a reminder that every achievement is built on the foundation of hard work. Your efforts make a difference—thank you for all you do.
What Working at Summer Camp and Being Around Horses Taught Me and How I Use it in My Books
By Michele Dunaway
Who wasn’t a horse girly? Besides reading about girls and their horses, there was nothing I loved more than summers when I went away to camp and got to ride. I did the wrangler week at Camp Cedarledge. Then there were my two weeks—two summers in a row—at Staghorn Ranch. I learned to ride, and I also canoed overnight on three rivers (the Courtois, Huzzah and Upper Meramec.) Those times in the Missouri Ozarks were precious.
Then came the two years after high school I worked at Camp Don Bosco, in Hillsboro, Missouri. I have so many memories of riding, including a ten-mile horseback ride with a group to move the horses from winter pastures to the camp. I can still remember that day—the heat coming off the gravel road, the sun on our faces, the creak of leather, and the way ten miles teaches your body exactly where every muscle lives. By the end I was dusty, saddle-sore, and grinning like a fool. Then there were my barrel racing lessons. I also competed in the Hillsboro (MO) Horse Show for Western style. Spoiler, I didn’t final, but our camp did place in the costume contest with the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters.
When my girls were little, I made sure they had riding lessons. My mom even bought my daughter a horse. This is Chase.
But life moves on, and Chase became more of a pasture pet, so we gave him to someone who would ride him more often. But that doesn’t mean I don’t try to pet horses any chance I get. Here’s my friend Liz and I on a Clydesdale tour (I’m on the left).
My background is one reason I was delighted to say yes to my editor when she asked me to write a western romances series. I set it in the fictional town of Legacy Canyon in homage to my friend Jodi Thomas, the bestselling author of the Ransom Canyon series (now also on Netflix) who once told me never to give up, and to leap and the net will appear. I’ve carried those words with me ever since. Saying yes to a western series felt like a leap, but it turned out the net was there, woven from every summer I’d spent at various camps, and from being in the stable with my girls.
Which brings me to Inheriting a Rodeo Cowboy, Book 2 of the Legacy Canyon series. While each novel stands alone and has a guaranteed happily-ever-after, Inheriting a Rodeo Cowboy picks up where Book 1, A Texas-Sized Fake Out, leaves off, with newly divorced Kristen Larrabee and her daughter attending her brother Wyatt’s wedding. I really leaned into the western themes. There’s a stable full of horses, there’s a rodeo, a foal is born, and you’ll meet one very sexy rodeo cowboy: Lucas Thomas. Throw in some matchmakers and forced proximity, this book features a literal match made in heaven between a vet and a cowboy as they discover their chance at true love.
You can find Inheriting a Rodeo Cowboyin Walmart, in bookstores, and many online retailers, including Harlequin.com and Amazon.
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Giveaway
Since horses have shaped so much of my life—and now my writing—I’d love to hear about your experiences. So, tell me, were you a horse girl growing up, or did you have a different childhood passion you still carry with you, even if you no longer pursue it? Do tell! I’d love to chat with you.
I’m also giving away a signed copy of Inheriting a Rodeo Cowboy, plus two other books from my backlist to two additional commentors (US paperback mailing only/ebook international).
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Thank you to Petticoats & Pistols for having me!
MICHELE
Michele Dunaway is a best-selling contemporary romance author who writes happily ever afters set in small towns with cookie stores and wine. With a career spanning more than 26 years, Michele writes “Hometown Sweet with a Hint of Spice” small town love stories featuring strong sexy heroes and feisty heroines who discover things about themselves as they travel the road to true love and self-fulfillment. Michele loves to travel, with the places she visits often inspiring her novels. Describing herself as a woman who does far too much and never wants to stop, Michele is a former English and journalism teacher who is serving as the 2026 NINC President Elect. A proud mom of two grown daughters, Michele shares her home with far too many rescued cats, who of course completely rule the roost. She loves to hear from readers at micheledunaway.com
Other than a few rainy days here and there, this summer in North Carolina has been HOT, HOT, HOT! And here it is, September, and temps this week are expected to be close to or exceeding 100 degrees. No cold front in sight. (Sigh)
Curious about what the Old Farmer’s Almanac predicted, I leafed through the 2026 edition. The Almanac said much of the southern and eastern United States is expected to trend hotter than normal throughout the summer, with intense summer heat in North Carolina resulting in especially dry conditions. This prediction has been right on the money as we are in a drought, urged by local water companies to conserve water or pay a fine.
Though I’ve always known about the OFA, I was unfamiliar with the history of the publication. So, here’s what I learned…
For generations, gardeners and farmers have turned to a small, unassuming publication for wisdom on weather, planting, and just about everything under the sun. The Old Farmer’s Almanac is a staple in many households, its yellow cover a familiar sight on bookstore shelves and kitchen counters. It feels like it has been around forever, offering advice with a certain old-timey confidence.
Beyond its famous weather predictions and planting charts lies a rich history full of surprising details. From secret formulas to presidential controversies, the story of the Almanac is as fascinating as its contents. Take a look at some of the most interesting facts about this iconic publication. The world is sad that they have announced they will stop publishing, but their legacy and data will live on in our hearts and online
Before the United States had even seen its third president, The Old Farmer’s Almanac was already in print. First published in 1792 by Robert B. Thomas, this little guide has been in continuous publication ever since. That makes it the oldest periodical in North America.
Thomas, a bookseller, teacher, and amateur astronomer, wanted to create something both “useful, with a pleasant degree of humor.” He clearly succeeded, as it has outlasted countless other magazines and newspapers.
The Almanac’s weather forecasts are legendary, and for good reason. They are created using a secret formula developed by Robert B. Thomas himself. This formula combines the sciences of solar activity (sunspots), climatology (weather patterns), and meteorology (the study of the atmosphere).
While the exact method remains a closely guarded secret, the editors claim it results in 80% accuracy. The formula is said to be kept in a black tin box at the Almanac’s offices in Dublin, New Hampshire. This commitment to a proprietary, time-tested method is unusual in our age of supercomputers and satellite imaging.
Since 1851, The Old Farmer’s Almanac has featured a cover design that includes a portrait of its founder, Robert B. Thomas, alongside Benjamin Franklin. This design, first created by artist Hammatt Billings and engraved by Henry Nichols, has appeared with stylistic updates on nearly every edition since.
The inclusion of Franklin honors his own Poor Richard’s Almanack, which inspired Thomas’s work and helped shape early American publishing.
For its first 56 years, the publication was known simply as The Farmer’s Almanac. The word “Old” was added to the title in 1848. The change was made by the second editor, John Henry Jenks, to distinguish it from the growing number of competitors and imitators.
This simple word choice was a clever marketing move. It immediately positioned the Almanac as the original, the authentic source of information. In a crowded marketplace, “Old” signaled heritage and reliability. The name change worked, cementing its status as the definitive farmer’s almanac and helping it stand out from the copycats that have long since disappeared.
The first edition in 1792 had a modest print run of 3,000 copies and sold for sixpence. (six cents) From these humble beginnings, its popularity exploded. By its second year, circulation tripled to 9,000. Today, the Almanac boasts a print circulation in the millions and a massive digital audience.
This incredible growth speaks to the universal appeal of its content. While its core audience was once farmers, it now caters to backyard gardeners, amateur astronomers, and anyone interested in a more self-sufficient lifestyle. The Almanac has successfully adapted to the modern world, embracing a digital presence while staying true to its printed roots.
In 1857, a murder trial took a strange turn when a witness claimed he saw the suspect under the light of a bright, full moon. The defense attorney, a young Abraham Lincoln, was skeptical. To challenge the testimony, he consulted The Farmer’s Almanac.
Lincoln used the Almanac to show that on the night of the crime, the moon was in its first quarter and had set before the murder occurred. There would have been almost no moonlight. His clever use of the Almanac to discredit the witness helped his client, William “Duff” Armstrong, get acquitted. The event, which became known as the “Almanac Trial,” showcased the publication’s accepted authority even in a court of law.
During World War II, the U.S. government grew concerned that the Almanac’s accurate weather forecasts could aid the enemy. In 1942, a German spy was caught ashore on Long Island with a copy in his pocket, fueling fears that it was being used by the Nazis.
The government pressured the Almanac to stop publishing its forecasts. The editor at the time, Robb Sagendorph, traveled to Washington, D.C., to argue his case. He explained that the forecasts were based on a long-standing formula, not state secrets. A compromise was reached: the Almanac could continue publishing, but it had to replace its “forecasts” with more general “weather indications.” This clever wording allowed it to maintain its continuous publication record.
In 1816, the Almanac made a bold and seemingly absurd prediction: snow in August. This forecast was reportedly the result of a printer’s error. When Robert B. Thomas saw the mistake, he was horrified and tried to recall and destroy all the copies. However, he missed a few.
Amazingly, the prediction came true. 1816 became known as the “Year Without a Summer” due to the massive volcanic eruption of Mount Tambora in Indonesia, which spewed ash into the atmosphere and lowered global temperatures. New England experienced frosts and snowfalls throughout the summer, devastating crops. The Almanac’s accidental prediction cemented its reputation for uncanny accuracy, even if this particular instance was a fluke. There are many ways of predicting snow, and this was a classic.
For a publication with such a long history, The Old Farmer’s Almanac has had surprisingly few editors. Since its founding in 1792, only 14 people have held the top editorial job. This continuity is a major reason for its consistent voice and vision.
Each editor is a custodian of the Almanac’s traditions, from the secret weather formula to the founder’s portrait on the cover. This small number of leaders has helped preserve the publication’s unique character. It ensures that while the Almanac adapts to the times, it never loses the core identity that Robert B. Thomas established over two centuries ago.
While famous for its weather predictions and gardening guides, the Almanac is a treasure trove of eclectic information. A typical edition4 contains recipes, jokes, astronomical tables, puzzles, and articles on topics ranging from natural remedies to folklore.
The almanac included tide tables, weather predictions, schedules for colleges and Friends (Quaker) meetings. It gave carriage fares in Boston, postal regulations and advice. For example, along with the dates the courts would open in six states, it offered a morsel about lawsuits.
If your neighbor’s hens or hogs or cattle have trespassed on your crops, and you can get no satisfaction, don’t rush into a lawsuit about it; think it over carefully … The best lawyers advise clients to settle contentions out of court, sometimes even to buy a peace rather than to undergo the cost and worry of a contest.
The Almanac once conducted an experiment comparing Cincinnati flour to Alabama flour to see which made the bigger loaf of bread. Alabama won.
The centennial edition began 1892 year with the admonition “to decide if John or James, or both, shall be sent to the Agricultural College.” It also advised “Get Up early enough in the morning to give all the cattle a good carding.”
Then in October, the almanac warned the farmer not to permit his boys or hired men to shake off good winter apples. They should pick them off and handle them as carefully as if they were eggs, the almanac advised.
This variety is part of its enduring charm. It’s designed to be a companion for the entire year, offering something to entertain, educate, or assist you every day. You might pick it up to check the best days to plant potatoes and find yourself reading about how to predict the weather using a persimmon seed. This blend of the practical and the peculiar is what makes it so beloved.
FUN FACT: The hole drilled through the corner was added in early editions so people could hang it on a nail for easy access.
The Old Farmer’s Almanac is more than a guide; it’s a connection to the past and a tool for the future. Its history shows us the value of blending science with tradition and practicality with a bit of humor. To make the most of this resource, don’t just read it, use it. You can track its weather predictions against your local forecast.
While you won’t be able to find a hard copy anymore, its website is still a treasure trove of information. Use its planting calendar to experiment with a new vegetable in your garden this year. Explore its recipes for a seasonal dish. By actively engaging with its content, you are participating in a tradition that has enriched lives for over two centuries.
Today, The Old Farmer’s Almanac reigns as the oldest continuously published periodical in North America.
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Contemporary Romance Author Michele Dunaway will visit Friday, September 4, 2026!
Inspiration can come from some unlikely places. Authors never know where ideas will spring from and often it’s surprising. We need you to come and help us welcome her.
She’s toting a copy of her newest Inheriting a Rodeo Cowboy to give to one winner and two others books from her backlist to bestow on two others. So don’t forget!
To get in the drawing, you have to leave a comment on her Friday post.
Just put your foot in the stirrup and ride over. We’ll save you a seat.
Welcome to Deepwater. The town where hearts come to hide, heal, and hope.
If you’d told me years ago, when I first wrote Trapped in Deepwater, that the little town in Missouri would grow to six standalone books, and eventually a series, I’d have laughed. I never thought it would happen. But each time I wrote a new book, Maggie at her cafe, Reverend Sullivan, Peter at the post office, and all of the others became real. But I noticed something too. Every single story in Deepwater, someone is in need of hope and healing. And, don’t we all need a little of that?
And then, after I wrote Away in Deepwater last year, for our Christmas Stocking Sweethearts series here at Petticoats and Pistols, I realized that Deepwater was more than a little stopover. It was it’s own town and filled with its own stories and I needed to tell them.
So, this series is different from Red Ridge. It’s a little gentler. There are still surprises and twists, and things that will make you smile, but it’s also the kind where I really hope Reverend Sullivan or Maggie or anyone else who pops up on the page says just the thing that you need to hear.
The first book releases next week, and there will be ten total, though right now I just have three on preorder. The third book is being written right now, and I’m loving how it’s turning out!
To get you started on your visit to Deepwater, if you’ve never been there before, I’d love to give you a free book. It’s the prequel to the series, and the story that readers had been asking me to tell since they first met Maggie. I hope that you’ll enjoy it, and find yourself wanting to spend more time in this little town, like I do!
Now, I’d love to hear from you! We all read so much! What are some of your favorite fictional towns to spend time in? I’m always loving recommendations to add to my own TBR!