Dana Mentink’s third book in her Gold Country Cowboys series, Cowboy Bodyguard, is another winner.
This time Jack Thorn and the rest of the Thorn family are embroiled in protecting Jack’s estranged wife, Shannon, and an infant she is caring for from being kidnapped by members of two rival motorcycle gangs—the Tide and the Aces.
The town of Gold Bar becomes the battleground for the war between the Thorns, the Tide, and the Aces. Jack and Shannon battle their personal war at the same time.
Cowboy Bodyguard draws the reader deeper into the Gold Country Cowboy series, allowing us to become more enamored with the strong cowboys that make up the Thorn family. The fourth book in the series will be published soon, and I can’t wait to read it. But, at the same time, it will be sad because the series will come to an end. The members of the Thorn family have become like friends.
Do yourself a favor and read Cowboy Christmas Guardian and Treacherous Trails, if you haven’t already, so you can get the whole picture of the Thorn family.
I received a copy of Cowboy Bodyguard for review purposes in exchange for my honest review, which I have done.
Take my word for it, don’t start reading Top Secret Target by Dana Mentink too late at night. You might end up like me, finally falling asleep at 4:30 a.m.!
I fell in love with Ethan Webb and his K-9 partner, Titus, at first contact. Kendra Bell only added to the anticipation of getting to the end of this episode in Love Inspired Suspense’s series Military K-9 Unit. And Kendra is a cat person! I loved her cat, Baby, as well.
I love Titus’s comical antics and Ethan’s tolerance and reaction to his partner sometimes falling out of his training to do things his own way. Kendra is a strong-willed private investigator hired to help track down a serial killer along with Ethan and Titus. Her past interferes with and complicates their hunt.
The remaining books in the series are written by other authors. I’ve read books by all except two of the writers, so I know the other books will be as gripping. Now to go on a search for the first two books.
I received my copy of Top Secret Target in exchange for an honest review, which I have given.
Kim Vogel Sawyer keeps getting better with each novel! Beneath a Prairie Moon hits the readers’ emotions on multiple levels at the same time. In this historical romance set in 1888 Kansas, Abby and Mack are searching for the same thing—love—but neither believes it can ever be found.
Abby works for Helena as an assistant to her at a matchmaking business because Helena has been unable to find a match for Abby that would stick. Helena has a large problem to solve in a small Kansas town, Spiveyville. Sixteen men have all requested brides at the same time. Helena insists that Abby accompany her to Spiveyville to teach the men lessons to ready them for their brides.
Mack runs the only hardware store in town and is adamant that the men are wasting their money sending for mail order brides. God is the one to make matches that will stick, like the marriage his parents have. When the two women arrive alone instead of bringing all the prospective brides, Mack thinks they are trying to pull a scam.
Between sunburn, merciless wind, kidnapping, and doubt can Abby and Mack ever find the love God intends them to have?
I received a preview copy of Beneath a Prairie Moon to review. This is my honest opinion.
The waiting is over! Treacherous Trails, book number two in Dana Mentink’s Gold Country Cowboys series, is ready to hit the bookstores.
Ella Cahill, a farrier, and Owen Thorn have known one another forever. When Ella is accused of murder, Owen feels duty bound to help her out of her predicament.
Make sure you start reading Treacherous Trails early in the day or you’ll be awake all night turning pages to find out if Ella and Owen can get themselves out of the mess in which they have become embroiled.
Now to tick off the minutes until book three comes off the press. Which Thorn brother will see action next?
Another new year, 2018, has arrived. With it, came freezing temperatures. Luckily, in my part of East Texas no freezing precipitation arrived with the sub-freezing temps.
Thank goodness, God was watching out for us when our furnace decided to die at 2:00 a.m. on December 29. We called the gas company, and a female technician arrived to check for a gas leak. There wasn't one, so she turned the gas off to the heater. We contacted a local AC/Heat company as soon as they opened and by 4:30 p.m. we had a new unit installed and working. Thank you, Jackie Ford and Robbie. The cats were appreciative of the heat too.
Also, the end of December saw the release of my first solo book/novella, The Bridesmaid Got Waylaid. It is one of six novellas in a collection called Trying Out For Love. I can't wait to read the other five stories in the collection.
Happy New Year, everyone!
My Bear is assisting me tonight...she's curled up on my left arm sleeping, while I try to work. Thank goodness she is mostly on the arm of the recliner because she weighs nine pounds.
Typing one-handed is a skill learned by necessity but does require more editing.
I feel like I've been writing with one hand behind my back for the past three months. I contracted to write a novella for a collection about women who attend an auction to bid on the right to be one of six bridesmaids. The idea originated with an online writing friend who had heard a news story about such a thing and thought it would be cute to see what six different writers could come up with, writing independently.
Why hold an auction? The bride-to-be decides she wants the money for her wedding. Not that she needs it, but because she wants it. She sends invitations to every person she has ever met, who she has any kind of address for at the time.
Why would her 'friends' agree to participate? She is a name in society. If they win a place their positions in the Newport Beach society would be elevated.
My writing buddy, Jayna Aspromonte, met with me in October and we plotted the 20,000 word novella. Loosely, mind you since I'm a panster--a writer who gets an idea and starts writing. No pre-planning, no character arcs, just sit down and write. A plotter lays everything out in detail.
Elaine and I traveled the same way we wrote. We had a destination in mind but how we got there depended on what we saw on our maps--the old-fashioned thingies made from paper with roads on it to guide you.
Oh, the places we would have missed and the adventures that we wouldn't have had if we plotted our course by city, date, and time. I'll have those memories for the rest of my life span and beyond because bits and pieces of all our trips end up in our writings.
Back to the discussion. All I had to do was get the invitation to Colleen (my heroine), have her go to the bridesmaids' auction, and win a spot.
Why couldn't I do that? No idea at the time. I started writing and got nowhere. November came, and I started again using the same basic story line. Nada.
The pressure built. I only had 20k to write. Easy task. After all, I had managed to write 51,000 words once in November during National Novel Writing Month. Two weeks passed and Thanksgiving was nearing along with my December 1 deadline. Panic rose.
Then I did what I should have done to start with...I started praying. At the beginning of Thanksgiving week, I got an insight. A thought from a line in version two hit me. Colleen had taken some extra time in getting to California because she drove and did some sightseeing.
What if I changed her profession from potter to photographer and sent her on that same sightseeing tour, starting the story off in the middle of her adventure?
New file, new beginning. The only thing remaining from the original outline was Colleen Decker, and that she currently lives in Dallas. She had lived in Newport Beach until she was twelve and her parents were killed. Everything else was new.
Now, Colleen found herself on Wyoming Highway 14A, scenic route through the Big Horn Mountains, having car trouble. From there, the story built. And I had fun with the writing.
I had been on Hwy 14A, and we had trouble with Elaine's van, but the problem resolved itself without human interaction. God is a better mechanic than any human.
In Colleen's case, Andrew (Drew) Thomas Murphy came along at the right time.
I got the novella finished, but not by my December 1 deadline. I emailed the publisher to let her know about the delay and continued writing. I emailed the completed file to her on December 12. So now I'm waiting to see if she accepts it, and if it will be included in the novella collection.
I'm still praying. But even if it is rejected by that publisher, I came up with ideas for two more stories. I'll write those and package all three together to submit to a different publisher.
Now, I can come out of my cave and spend more time in the living room, so Bear and the rest of the crew can join me in the recliner again.
Waiting for a new Dana Mentink novel is like waiting for Christmas to come when you’re a child. When Cowboy Christmas Guardian arrived in my mail, I dove into her newest effort with all the excitement of opening a special Christmas present.
I was sitting alone in the living room a few days ago, well except for a couple of cats. Bear was sound asleep on the couch with Bluebell right next to her. I lowered the footrest on my recliner and woke Bluebell. She raised her head and blinked at me.
I think I spoke to her. The next thing I knew she had launched herself from laying stretched out on her right side to sitting on the couch's arm. I promise she never stood up. She flew from being completely spread across the seat of the couch to sitting facing me grooming her front paws.
How do cats do things like that? I have no clue. Bluebell is one of those cats who can jump from a flatfooted position straight up in the air about 3 or 4 feet. I've seen her run up the hallway, turn the corner into the living room and leap about 5 feet across the room to avoid running into one of the other cats sitting on a rug in her path.
I sure wish someone could explain their body's agility to do such acrobatics. Then I wish someone could figure out how to transfer some of that agility to me!
In 1979, I was privileged to view a partial eclipse of the sun in Kilgore, Texas. I constructed a pinhole camera from a shoe box and shared it with co-workers. We had lots of fun, but I never once thought about the animals outside.
Today, the USA experienced a coast-to-coast solar eclipse. My sister, Katrina, and I created separate pinhole cameras to view the heavenly spectacle. She used a large cereal box, while I opted for a small box a coffee mug I had ordered came in a while back. We went outside and sat with our backs to the sun and waited. Both cameras showed us a reflection of the sun, but mine was flawed. I thought it was because I had left my reading glasses in my bedroom. After a while, Katrina had me look through her camera. So much clearer! Lesson learned - when constructing my pinhole camera for the 2024 eclipse, I'll use a larger box. :)
We stayed outside for about an hour. During that time, we noticed the dimming of the sky, a lowering of the temperature, a unique quietness, and the lack of the ever-present squirrels. We weren't in the path of totality, but we did experience about 75% of an eclipse.
I had not thought about animals staring at the sun and receiving damage to their eyes. The news, Facebook, and the internet all spewed warnings about keeping our pets indoors during the eclipse. We did. Tool, the husky, is an indoor pet but goes out to take care of his business several times a day. Katrina took him out before the eclipse started and again after it ended. Only one of the cats, Gray, goes out on occasion, but we kept her inside. Later I saw a Facebook post where two people were mounted on horses and observing the eclipse. They wore protective eye wear and had covered their horses' eyes with padded bras, which looked humorous. I laughed.
I got to thinking about the situation. In all the eons since God created the universe, the animals, and humans, why are we just now worrying about the animals?
Animal rights activists would say it's because we're finally seeing the need for protecting our pets' eyesight, thinking of them first instead of being centered on ourselves. They're wrong.
Think about it. Why aren't all the billions of wild animals, who have no one to provide them all with a safe shelter, blind?
God created them and gave them instincts to protect themselves. Why did the birds stop singing? Why did the squirrels disappear from our yard? When an eclipse happens, the light grows dim or goes completely dark, depending on the amount of eclipse in a particular area. Animals go to sleep when twilight and then night falls. God planned it that way. And He gave the animals the instincts they need to protest themselves. If humans will stay out of the way, the animals will be fine.
One last comment - I love all animals. If I could lay hands on those cruel people who torture animals, well they might just receive a taste of their own medicine.
Author, editor, quilter.
New Kindle Release
December 21, 2017
The Bridesmaid Got Waylaid
Can be purchased as a single title or in a collection,
Trying Out For Love
with 5 other novellas from Amazon.com
Murder In Maggie Valley
Book 1 of the KEPS Kozy Mystery Series from White Bird Publishing