Cheryln100000149781632_8303In August, my good friend Livia W. Reasoner and I decided to open our own publishing house called  PRAIRIE ROSE PUBLICATIONS. We limited our submissions to women only, since it’s traditionally been so very hard for women to break into the western writing genre. We also included historical stories as well as western historical romance among our genres.RR Article Prairie_Rose_Pub_Logo_1_SM






It wasn’t long until we knew we were going to have to add a contemporary imprint, FIRE STAR PRESS.

As much as we’ve talked about getting younger people involved in reading historical stories, we decided to also include an imprint for Middle Grade Readers (9-12), Young Adults (13-17) and New Adults (18-24). PAINTED PONY BOOKS was born.

Not wanting to leave out contemporary reading for these ages, we also created TORNADO ALLEY PUBLICATIONS. These three imprints are open to anyone to submit to.

RR Article FSPLogoRR Article TAP LogoOur first anthology at Prairie Rose Publications, WISHING FOR A COWBOY, made its debut the last week in October, and just this past week had already climbed to #49 in Books > Romance > Westerns,  #8 in Books > Westerns and #9 in Kindle > Westerns. Our little anthology was in the TOP 10 in two categories!




But with the amazing talent of the authors, Phyliss Miranda, Tanya Hanson, Jacquie Rogers, Livia Reasoner, Tracy Garrett, Sarah McNeal, and Kathleen Rice Adams—how could it not? I’m very excited to have my story included in this anthology with all these wonderful authors.

RR ArticleWishing for a Cowboy WebTanya Hanson, a seasoned author, also made her inspirational debut with her first full length inspirational western historical romance novel through Prairie Rose Publications, and has a sequel on the way. Her book is called CLAIMING HIS HEART.Hanson_Claiming_His_Heart_Web (3)

Gail Jenner’s Willa Award winning novel, ACROSS THE SWEET GRASS HILLS, will be available shortly,  and Kristy McCaffrey has a brand new offering called INTO THE LAND OF SHADOWS.











We will also be releasing another anthology in time for Valentine’s Day, HEARTS AND SPURS, and in addition to the eight authors from WISHING FOR A COWBOY, it will also include  veteran romance novelist Linda Broday.

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We’ve also got some great things planned for our other imprints! Livia and James Reasoner just released a wonderful story for PAINTED PONY BOOKS for our Middle Grade Reader list—THE PHANTOM RANGER AND THE SKATEBOARD GANG—an exciting adventure about a young girl who sees the ghost of her great-great-great grandfather who was a REAL Texas Ranger. This is an exciting read for boys and girls ages 9-12. 

Available in print and digital!

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Also, from PAINTED PONY BOOKS, Sarah McNeal’s FLY AWAY HEART will be releasing in February, giving us more insight into the Wilding and Pierpont families she has created, with the story of Robin Pierpont and Lilith Wilding set in the early 1900’s. Her other books in this series may be found on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. 

Painted Pony Books Logo OWe’ve got many more projects in the works as well, and are just thrilled with the way our small publishing house is “coming together” with much hard work from Livia, me and our fantastic authors.  We’re very proud of our first three months!



I’m giving away an autographed copy of WISHING FOR A COWBOY to one lucky commenter today! If you just can’t wait to see if you won, jump on over to the PRAIRIE ROSE PUBLICATIONS website for all the links where it’s available with one easy click!

Claiming His Heart by Tanya Hanson and Into the Land of Shadows by Kristy McCaffrey are also available here!



Retro Week Day Two: Dance With the One That Brung You by Linda Broday


For our Retro Week, my choice is a blog I wrote back in 2007, the year P&P went online. I’m not sure how many of you have read it.

The cowboy had a whole passel of unwritten codes and sayings about how to conduct themselves in the West. In fact, they’d probably fill an entire book. They were usually short and blunt because the cowboy was sparing of his words. But they were brimming with a lot of wisdom. Breaking one of these rules might land you in a heap of trouble.


Love and protect your family.

Be gentle and kind to your horse.

Respect yourself and others.

Treat the land well and it’ll be good to you.

Don’t spit on the sidewalk.

Keep a lid on your can of cuss-words in the company of womenfolk.

Don’t stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong or it might get broken.


And the list goes on. The saying that sticks in my mind lately is this one—“Dance With The One That Brung You.”


It was considered proper etiquette for a lady to always remember who brought her to the dance and to show her appreciation by nothing less than dancing with him. Abandoning her escort to dance with another was considered ill-advised, not to say unmannerly, and tantamount to throwing down the gauntlet. It was a spurning that could lead to serious consequences—and had sometimes been known to cause a case of lead poisoning.


Grant you, society today is very different from the way it was a hundred or so years ago. But, most of us who remember the unwritten rules of etiquette fare much better than those who’ve thrown them away. Believe you me, I still cut a wide berth around someone who hawks up a big wad of phlegm and spits it on the sidewalk. That’s gross. And we sure haven’t done too good a job at taking care of the land. We’ve polluted and ravaged what once was so bountiful.


I remember my mama’s teachings and try to live accordingly. So far her wisdom has steered me in the right direction. When I was born in the late 1940’s my parents, two sisters, a brother, and me lived in a tent. Here’s a picture of it and of me. This was my first experience with riding a horse. It took my parents a long time to recover from the Great Depression. They never had much to begin with and what little they had was lost when the Depression hit. They were long on pride and short on money. The tent was a blessed, prized possession. They’d seen plenty of times when the sky was their only roof and the ground their bed. Not that they complained. There’s something to be said for doing what you can with what you have. I’m not ashamed of having lived in a tent for the early part of my life. Being poor is no reason to hang your head. I think if some of these spoiled Hollywood celebs had a lot less money and a more stable structure in their lives they wouldn’t get in so much trouble. Maybe instead of jail the judge should sentence them to live on a working ranch for a year or two? That’d do more good than a few weeks in rehab. That might help them learn to appreciate the wonderful gifts they’ve been given and keep their dadgum bloomers on. Sure couldn’t hurt. Nothing else seems to work.


I think people should always remember where they came from, how they got where they are, and who brought them to this dance called life. I’m proud of my humble beginnings. No matter the success or accomplishment that may come my way, I never want to forget for a single moment the place I came from—the sacrifice of loving parents who are already gone from this earth. They left a treasured legacy in that they gave their kids the very best they could. I know it makes me deeply satisfied to have been so lucky. Because of them I have a clear view of the world and how I fit in it.


I hope I never get too uppity or forget my raising.  And I want to always remember to dance with the one who brought me.


Do you have memories of your growing-up years that still influence you today?

Phyliss Miranda is giving today’s prize. The Winner will receive a $25 gift card to Bath and Body Works. Woo-Hoo! Let’s Get Crackin’!!

The Outlaws Are Saddling Up


In less than two weeks our fifth anthology GIVE ME A TEXAS OUTLAW will hit bookstores. This again features me with Jodi Thomas, Phyliss Miranda, and DeWanna Pace. The reviewer for Romantic Times called us a gang of writers and I just laughed, but I suppose that’s what we are. I hear we’ve robbed readers of precious sleep and stolen their desire for TV watching and housework. And so I guess a gang we are.

Sometimes a story comes along that simply begs to be written. My story called TROUBLE IN PETTICOATS falls in that category. These characters wouldn’t be denied. They kept at me until I wrote their adventurous tale.

Larissa Patrick’s father, a cattle baron, summons outlaw Johnny Bravo to the Four Spades Ranch after Larissa’s baby sister has been kidnapped. While Larissa questions her father’s tactics she knows Johnny is the best man for the job. The gunfighter is tough in a fight and won’t hesitate to get his hands dirty. He agrees to find the girl and bring her back, and dispense with the men who took her along the way. But, he insists on doing it alone.

Larissa sees red. It’s her baby sister and she’s going one way or the other. Paying no heed to her father or Johnny’s threats, she saddles up and rides out behind him. And so the story starts.

Together they brave a fierce Texas sandstorm, rattlesnakes, deadly heat, scarce water, and a hail of bullets.

Johnny Bravo is a man to reckon with-but getting the girl and Larissa safely home without losing his heart will take the discipline of a saint. And Johnny’s no saint….

Love so fierce it should be illegal… Fearless and irresistible, outlaws are the original bad boys. Now New York Times bestselling author Jodi Thomas, Linda Broday, Phyliss Miranda, and DeWanna Pace offer up four sexy and romantic stories for women who love men who know how to pack heat…


Light from the full moon struck her face. He jerked in surprise.


His heart stilled. What on God’s green earth was she doing here?

When she raised her hand to knock, the spit dried in his mouth.  He had to stop her.  She could ruin everything on top of getting herself killed.

He sprang from his hiding place. Sprinting across the space between them, he grabbed her hand a second before it struck the weather-beaten door. A smothered scream left her throat as he quickly covered her mouth with his.

It was all he could think of to do. Not that he hadn’t wanted to kiss her. Tasting her had been on his mind from the second he’d met her in her daddy’s study.

Larissa Patrick was warm and pliable in his arms, her heartbeat next to his. He could feel it beating wildly through the layers of clothing. Her lavender scent ignited his senses, driving all sane thought from his brain.

What was meant only as a way to effectively silence her became something deeper, some fiery passion that threatened to burn him alive.

Johnny settled his lips firmly on hers and poured his heart and soul into the kiss. His tongue found her parted lips and swept inside to explore the wild honey sweetness of her.

He knew how a wild steer on locoweed felt like.

He knew that one taste of her would never be enough.

And he knew how deeply this woman was in his blood.

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Linda Broday Remembers Easter

Easter has always been a special time for me. Growing up I didn’t have an abundance of anything except love. No matter that we were poor as church mice, my sister and I always knew our parents loved us. That knowledge sustained us through a lot of lean years. The only time my sister and I got a new dress and shoes was at Easter. If we only had money enough to buy shoes, my  mother made our dresses. In fact, I can’t recall too many times when we had a store bought dress. Or an Easter basket. That cost too much.

Here’s a picture that was taken in the early 60’s of my dad, me, and my sister. I’m the one in the middle. We must’ve done very well that year because we’re sporting not only new dresses and shoes, but purses as well. And look at the flowers in our hair. My sister and I thought we were just the cat’s meow. So proud and happy.


We’d get up early on Easter Sunday and get dressed in our finery. It was like Christmas morning. Mama would usually take our picture before we headed off to church. She’d have a roast in the oven that would be ready when we got back home. Those were wonderful times. I can close my eyes now and smell that roast cooking. My mother was an excellent cook and could make a meal on a little of anything.

I sure miss those times and my parents who have both passed on. They left so many warm memories. I hope you’re all making plenty of memories with your children. And I wish you all a very wonderful Easter.