Tag: western contemporary romance

Kaylie Newell: It’s Rodeo Time!

For our last guest of the month, we have romance writer Kaylie Newell. Yippee! Get ready to talk about cowboys! She has an exciting new book plus a giveaway so leave a comment to enter the drawing. Please make her welcome!

 

Hello, everyone- It’s such a pleasure to be here at Petticoats & Pistols talking about my new release, Betting on the Bull Rider!  This cowboy romance was so much fun to write, mostly because the characters took the reins (literally and figuratively!), and told me exactly where they wanted to go.

My hero, Jake Elliott, is a bull rider, so researching was especially fun.  The Wild Rogue Pro-Rodeo is our local rodeo here in Southern Oregon, and my husband and I take our girls every year.  Drawing on those experiences, as well as time spent with our ranching friends, helped me write this story, and give it what I hope is texture and life.  There’s nothing like the sweet smell of a horse up close, or the feel of an old saddle creaking underneath you.  But most importantly, there’s nothing like that feeling of loving someone who holds your heart in their hands.

I’d love to hear from you all about your own rodeo experiences.  Do you go?  What’s your favorite event? (Mine’s the cowboy watching, of course.) I’ll be giving away a signed paperback copy, so be sure to comment!

Thank you again for reading!  Xo

Here’s an excerpt from Betting on the Bull Rider, which is the second book in my Elliotts of Montana series…..

 

Jake looked around. The stands were packed. The Copper Mountain Rodeo always brought in a good crowd, but today was especially perfect, with the sun coming out for the first time in days, and the temperature rising into the sixties—a rarity for this late in September.

The sharp smell of sawdust and animals filled his senses. The sound of the music, of the crowd cheering, of hooves thundering over the arena floor, made him anticipate what was coming. He’d drawn a bull named Tequila Sunrise, who was small and wiry, and who had a habit of spinning like an absolute thing of beauty. But it was his name that Jake kept coming back to. Even now as he stretched his arm over his chest and felt the muscles and tendons there pull with a distinct tightness.

Tequila… Tequila, or more specifically tequila shots, and the night at the Wolf Den kept trying to work their way past his frontal lobe. But out of a need for pure survival, Jake had pushed it to the furthest, darkest corners of his mind these last few weeks. He hadn’t allowed himself to think about Alice, to wonder what she was doing, or who she might be doing it with. And when he had gone there in a moment of weakness, he’d climbed onto his motorcycle and headed to the fairgrounds, a place where he’d always felt the most in control, to scrub his mind clean of her. So there were only thoughts of rodeo, of getting back into the game, and the money, where he belonged.

Still, his heart had a way of betraying him. At the weirdest times, when he should’ve been one hundred percent invested in climbing on the back of a bull and thinking only of staying the hell on. She always came back to him. Her face, her scent, the way she’d felt in his arms just that once. But it’d only taken one time to show him a glimpse of a life he didn’t feel like he deserved, or that he’d be any good at. What if he failed? What if he failed her? In the end, the night they’d slept together had been a fork in Jake’s country road—embark on a journey he wasn’t altogether sure he’d finish, or take the easy route, the route that was tried and true, and had never caused him any heartache. Not once.

So, here he was. A coward in the simplest terms. He pulled his Stetson low over his eyes and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other. It didn’t matter. He was back on the circuit. And hell, maybe it wouldn’t last much longer, but wasn’t that what he’d told himself he’d wanted? To rodeo until he couldn’t anymore? And he’d continue telling himself that, right along with the fact that he didn’t need Alice.

He didn’t need anyone…

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Kaylie writes romances, romantic suspense, and women’s fiction and won numerous awards along the way. She was a finalist in the Romance of America’s RITA contest for Christmas at the Graf.

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Carolyn Brown Learns How To Marry a Cowboy

books_066Hello Fillies! I’m so glad to be here today to talk to y’all about How to Marry a Cowboy. I just love propping up my boots and havin’ a glass of sweet tea with all y ‘all!
This is the final book in the Cowboys and Brides series and these characters were so much fun to have in my head while I wrote the book. Y’all know how difficult it is to say goodbye to all the characters at the end of a series. There’s a feeling that we need to set up a family reunion in a year or two so that we can see how everyone is doing.
I knew a little bit about Mason before the book started since I’d met him at a couple of Angus Association parties in the first three books, but Annie Rose and the twins were brand new characters. And the dynamics between Annie Rose and the twins and then the one between her and Mason was exciting and so much fun.
HTMarryCowboy082113AI met Lily and Gabby on page one when Lily was jumping up and down and screaming, “Gabby, come quick! Hot damn, Daddy done got us a new mama!” I knew at that moment the twins and I were going to get along just fine and as soon as they woke up Annie Rose everything was going to work out.
However, Mason and Annie Rose fought with me. Annie Rose wasn’t ready for a relationship with anyone, not with what she’d endured the last time around. Mason wasn’t over the death of his wife, even though it was eight years ago. Neither of them could spare an ounce of trust.
So the little girls and I had our work cut out for us. We started with Annie Rose since she claimed she couldn’t remember anything right there at the first. The girls came up with the idea that since there were dozens of How-To books available that they’d write one to help Annie Rose recover her memories. So they wrote How To Remember and gave her some tips. Then when that worked and she could remember, they wrote another one called How To Be A Rancher and a third one called, How To Be A Mommy.
Annie Rose prized her booklets and with each one she began to trust a little more and more and she wondered how a woman would go about marrying a cowboy like Mason.
Mason had two rules. One was that he never got involved with a woman in the house with the twins. The other was that he never, ever got involved with the nanny. It wasn’t easy convincing him that Annie Rose was more than a nanny. Not when he couldn’t forget his wife who’d died suddenly when the twins were just babies. Since then he’d had been a single father.
He wasn’t sure he could ever trust anyone to take care of his girls or enough to let them into his heart. The last time he’d fallen in love with a woman, he’d lost her. The pain was so intense that he was afraid to give it another try.
So you can see, the twins and I surely did have our work cut out for us. By the time I finished the book, Mason, Annie, Lily and Gabby and I were pretty good friends and I really do hate to see the series end…but hey, someday in the future Lily and Gabby might grow up and want their own books. Like Mason and Annie learned, one never knows what fate can do with the future.
So tell me, folks, do you believe in fate? Has it ever led you down a path that you had no intentions of going, but looking back, you realize it was the perfect path?

Leave a comment to get into the drawing for a copy of HOW TO MARRY A COWBOY.

Visit my website to learn more about me and my cowboys. www.carolynlbrown.com

Thank you all for having me!