I really-REALLY wish I could share my upcoming cover for COWGIRL’S DON’T CRY. It is so completely awesome! However, I don’t have permission yet. That said, the behind-the-scenes “mechanics” continue toward my January 15, 2015 release. That’s like…five months away. And I’ve heard the rumor that the second book (working title of COWGIRL’S SWEETHEART but no official title yet) could be coming in the spring. I spent yesterday afternoon working on blurb, tag line, synopsis, and the Art Fact Sheet for Marketing. Mr. HEd also mentioned that CDC’s typeset proof will be here this week. That means I have to knuckle down to get the proposal on books 3 and 4 done!
So…anyway…here’s some teasing for you. Y’all know this is the image I had for Chance:
The Harlequin Art Department did an amazing job finding a model who resembled this pic. Only with clothes. And a straw hat, but its summer so…
See that’s the thing. The wearing of a cowboy hat follows strict fashion rules like whites shoes, or patent leather. 😉 Yeah, yeah. It’s a southern/southwestern thing. Or thang, depending on your accent. Anway. I’m rambling because I have no real post for today. So…how about a tease from page 77. There’s a meme going around about that but I can’t remember anything but lines from page 77. 🙄
This little excerpt starts in Chance’s POV and then shifts to Cassidy’s. He’s just come out to the ranch to pick her up for their first “official” date.
This was the first time he’d seen her wearing anything remotely feminine—besides those killer boots in Chicago. The skirt she wore hugged her hips and left her long legs in plain sight. A lacy turquoise tank left just enough of the rest her to the imagination. He swallowed. Hard. Ignoring Boots, he stepped toward her.
“Wow.” She smiled and he gulped again. “You look terrific.”
Her cheeks pinkened and she dropped her gaze. When she looked up, her eyes twinkled and crinkled at the corners. “Happy to see you, too, cowboy.”
He was so busted. She laughed at the expression on his face when he figured out what she meant. He *was* happy to see her. And she was happy to see him. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy turned her on like Chance. Her breasts swelled as she inhaled. Just thinking about the kiss they’d shared had her all but panting. She cut her eyes to look at him and noticed his gaze dropped to her chest. She cleared her throat and his head jerked up, his expression guilty as he met her eyes. She bit back a laugh. Busted again, but she didn’t mind.
Happy Tuesday. I’m doing eye specialist with The Only, then babysitting Magic Bean Sprout for the day while Baseball Boy does a job interview and then update training with the library. Hopefully, I’ll get some actual work done. Or not. 😉