WELCOME TO THE ROMANCING THE WEST BLOG TOUR
First of all, a HUGE thanks to Sara Walter Ellwood for organizing this hop!!
Why do we enjoy writing and reading about the West? What is it about cowboys that is just plain irresistible? Over thirty authors and bloggers tackle these and other questions by explaining why we love Romancing the West.
But that’s not all, as you enjoy some awesome blogs and find fantastic books, for every post you comment on with your email address, you will be entered for some amazing prizes.
Grand Prize: A swag pack which includes books (both ebooks and paper), Amazon gift card, custom made butterfly jewelry, book cards, magnets and much more all tucked away in a keepsake box. (Available to US residents only. Winner will be announced on February 26 at 10 PM EST)
The Ranch vs. The Small Farm
I live in a small city with a population just above 30K. And surrounding the city is farmland. Acres and acres of fields, barns, and a variety of livestock. But unlike in the West, the farms here are smaller plots of land. We don’t have large chunks of land where cattle and horses roam. No, they are restricted to their fields.
BUT the one thing that remains the same is the hard work dedication of the people who own and work on the farms. It is not an easy job, and requires a 24/7 commitment, especially on a dairy farm.
My most recent release, Accidental Romance, is the story of a young woman who looses her hand in a farming accident. She must depend on her family and the farmhand to help her adjust to her new situation. Here’s an excerpt from when Leanne is still in the hospital after her accident:
“I won’t be working in the parlor, barns, or even in the fields, Jake. That dream is over.”
“Bullshit.” He turned in his chair and stared at her with his deep blue eyes. “You’ve wanted to run the farm for as long as I’ve known you. You can’t give up because of one little accident.”
“It wasn’t a little accident. My hand got shredded into tiny pieces, and as everyone likes to remind me, I could’ve died.”
He clasped her face in his palms. “But you didn’t. Thank God, you didn’t.”
She gasped and leaned back from his reach. Both the intensity of his gaze and the attention of everyone else in the cafeteria left her ready to bolt. She pushed up from the table. “I need to go back to my room.”
She made it to the elevators before he caught up with her and grasped her left arm. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She yanked free. “No. I was normal before, never attracting much attention.” Including from guys. “But since I lost an appendage, everyone stares. And you—one minute you look at me as though I’m about to break and the next like you’re ready to sweep me off my feet. Everything’s changed, Jake, so how can I be okay?”
The doors opened, and she rushed inside. She wanted to be left alone. But he darted in beside her. “We’re friends, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.” What was he getting at?
He raised his eyebrows. “You guess?”
“Fine,” she sighed. “You are a friend. A good friend.”
“Then trust I’m here for you. Now and forever.”
Her chest tightened and tears welled in her eyes. As much as she wanted to hear those words from him, from everyone, she couldn’t say them in return. She wasn’t the same person.