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Although I write all sub genres, I love cowboys. Always have. I hope you love them too. Have you read my Nirvana Cowboys?

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Welcome to Nirvana--your wish is a cowboy's command 

Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn't as bleak as she thought. 

Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can't brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk. 

Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle. 
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt. 

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In memory of a lost father

Hi everyone. It's father's day. My own dad has been gone for three years and I miss him everyday, but there's truth in the words, "Certain times of the year my heart is heavier than others." If I told y'all that my dad was the best, always selfless, kind, giving and a hero, I'd be lying. Yes, my dad was a great dad in many ways, but he also had many faults. I have a handful of good memories growing up. Some  of those special memories are those impromptu road trips that we took. We'd jump in the car and take off, no destination in mind and no place to be. My dad loved to drive. He was a trucker for many years, which meant he was gone from home for days at a time. He never seemed whole unless he was behind the wheel.

My dad knew no strangers. He treated people on the street, at the store, in a restaurant as friendly as he would his brothers and sisters. Ask anyone who knew my dad, he branded them with a special charm that made people remember him.

Although my mom and dad had a difficult marriage, which finally ended in divorce after thirty years, they loved each other. And probably why they stayed together as long as they did. My dad missed my mom once they separated, but she'd hurt him, deeply. I realize how I'm like my dad in that way. Once I'm hurt it takes a long time before I can forgive. Yet, he chose to never forgive and so he moved on. Yet, as he was coming close to the end of his life, he mentioned her often. In fact, she was one of the people he mentioned in the last hours.

Oh, the last hours...

My dad knew his time had come. He could no longer do the things he loved. That didn't mean he wouldn't try. He still got outside, worked, and sometimes he'd be found passed out on the ground. Once in three feet of snow. He stood up and demanded that he was okay, although he had frost bite. My dad was resilient. Stubborn. Even dang difficult at times. I'd tell him as much when we'd talk on the phone. He loved to talk and I didn't say much because he couldn't hear. He'd lost most of his hearing in the last years. But there at the end, he knew life had caught up to him. He was still smiling, though. Still charming the nurses.

He passed while no one was there with him at the hospital. I often wonder if that was by choice or did he want someone by his side, and why he held the call button in his hand when his heart stopped beating.

We got to see my dad right after. He looked good for a man who was no longer breathing. In fact, he had a smile on his face. A tilted, ornery grin reminding us of all his traits and characteristics. Now, if that's not a sign that he is fine, I don't know what is.

Here are a few rare photos into my dad's history. And to all fathers, Happy Father's Day!

The male man has arrived...

My friend lived on a farm out in the country--waaaaay out in the country--until she divorced her husband and moved into town. She'd been a little bummed because she missed her chickens, cows, horses and ducks, and, well, town is not the spot for livestock so she had to leave her peeps behind. I assured her that she would love the move, after she got used to the change.

One early morning she calls me and says, "You've got to come over." Yawning and attempting to wake up, I finally ask, "Why?"

Apparently, the view isn't bad over on her street. The mailman arrives at 10:25 sharp wearing his shorts that show off muscular, tanned legs and a smile that could light a snowball. This is good for my friend. There's nothing more confidence-building than flirting--simple, refreshing, honest-to-goodness flirting that leaves you feeling all tingly like you just showered with champagne.

One morning, she was on her porch and he complimented her flower...I mean, her flowers. She weeded every day since, keeping her garden trimmed and groomed.

Another day he smiled at her and she almost buckled in her flip flops.

Then he mentioned the weather and she saw her opportunity. She leisurely stepped off the porch and started a conversation, staring at his dazzling smile and full lips. Until he mentioned his wife. They were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. Her libido fizzled as quickly as having ice dropped into her drawers.

So, my friend still checks out the mailman, offers him a wave, and is grateful when he compliments her foliage. And for a short second the excitement that she felt, the head rush, the adrenaline spike made her realize that although divorce isn't easy, there are perks. At least she has a lovely flower garden.

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Buttermilk Valley has a new sheriff...but the woman he loves is renegade. 

Duff Tyler left Buttermilk Valley to follow his heart and fight for his country. Now he's back in a uniform, fighting small town crime and corruption, and something far more dangerous--the love he thought he'd buried for his childhood sweetheart. 

At the age of ten, Blake McKenzie married Duff behind the barn when he slipped a candy-machine-ring on her finger and made a promise he’d be her best friend forever. He lied and her dedication to him ended the day he left town, even if he was a hero. All Blake has left is the land that has been in her family for generations. Mystery surrounds the McKenzie Farm and danger waits in the shadows, but she has a shotgun and aims to use it if needed. The one person Blake never wants to see again is the only one she can trust. She’ll never forgive Duff, but her heart betrays her mind and soon she’s hot for the sheriff. 

Known for being rough-and-ready, Duff finds that his skills are lacking when it comes to the petite red-head who'd stolen his heart once upon a time and he never got it back. He has a strong desire to love her and a need to protect her, but he'll do both even if it kills him. He’ll cross mountains just to kiss her every day for the rest of his life. But first he must find out who wants to see her gone. 

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Have you read Book 1, Unexpected Hero?

Gunnar Knox is on his second tour in Iraq when he gets an unexpected lifeline in the form of letters from a stranger, Pastor Trace Atwell. After six months of correspondence, the letters from the pastor stop coming. The last letter contains a family picture of the pastor, his wife and their son and an invitation to come and visit them at their farm when Gunnar’s tour is up. 

Eighteen months later, he’s back in the States, with a wish to meet the happy family in the picture. However, things aren’t as he had anticipated when he arrives at the Atwell farm. Pastor Trace has passed away… 

Grace Atwell is a widow raising her son alone, starting a new business, and things are falling down around her ears. When the aloof U.S. Marine shows up on her doorstep, she assumes he is there for the advertised handyman position and hires him on the spot. Once he starts helping around the house, going above and beyond, she realizes how much she has missed having a man around the farm—and the feeling of being wanted. No man has ever made her feel this special, this desirable. 

Caught off guard by the unexpected emotion he feels for Grace and her son, Gunnar keeps the letters and picture a secret. He believes an unseen force had brought him to Buttermilk Valley, Georgia to help Grace and Daxton, and to protect them. He owed the pastor. After all, his encouraging words had been Gunnar’s support when he thought he’d never make it out of the Middle East alive. 

As Grace and Gunnar grow closer, the secret becomes heavier and a dangerous presence awaits an opportunity to tear their passionate love affair apart. 

Will love be enough? Will Grace accept Gunnar’s baggage? Did fate bring them together? 

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The Lawman's Promise (Book 2, Buttermilk Valley)

Buttermilk Valley has a new sheriff...but the woman he loves is renegade.Duff Tyler left Buttermilk Valley to follow his heart and fight for his country. Now he's back in a uniform, fighting small town crime and corruption, and something far more dangerous--the love he thought he'd buried for his childhood sweetheart.
At the age of ten, Blake McKenzie married Duff behind the barn when he slipped a candy-machine-ring on her finger and made a promise he’d be her best friend forever. He lied and her dedication to him ended the day he left town, even if he was a hero. All Blake has left is the farm that has been in her family for generations. Mystery surrounds the McKenzie Farm and, as she fights to keep her home, danger waits in the shadows. The one person she never wants to see again is the only one she can trust. She’ll never forgive Duff, but her heart betrays her mind and soon she’s hot for the sheriff.With a shotgun and more guts than any one person should have, she stands her ground--literally. Known for being rough-and-ready, Duff finds that his skills are lacking when it comes to the petite red-head who'd stolen his heart once upon a time and he never got it back. He has a strong desire to love her and a need to protect her, but he'll do both even if it kills him. He’ll cross mountains just to kiss her every day for the rest of his life.

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