HOLLA TO ALL OF MY AWESOME BOOK OBSESSED CHICKS FOLLOWERS! I HOPE YOU ARE ALL HAVING AS GREAT A TIME AS I AM WITH THIS BLOG BASH!!! TODAY WE HAVE AN ICON HERE ON THE BLOG.. SOMEONE I GO GIDDY JUST THINKING ABOUT... PLEASE WELCOME MIZ CAROLYN BROWN!!!
WHEN THIS AWESOME LADY STOOD NEXT TO ME WHILE MY LADIES WERE SIFTING THROUGH THE BARGAIN TABLE AT EAST BRUNSWICK, NEW JERSEY'S B&N, I LOOKED AT HER WITH WARY EYES... THIS LADY LOOKED LIKE CAROLYN BROWN, BUT CAROLYN BROWN JUST COULD NOT BE IN NJ COULD SHE? NO, I THOUGHT, MIZ CAROLYN HAS TO BE IN OKLAHOMA... BUT WHEN SHE ASKED ME IN HER ADORABLE TWANG " DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?", MY EYES ALMOST BOBBED OUT OF MY HEAD. "CAROLYN?" I ASKED AND SHE SAID YES... AFTER I BASICALLY ACCOSTED HER WITH HUGS AND KISSES, THE REST IS ALL HISTORY. I JUST LOVE HER. SHE IS SOMETHING SPECIAL.
THE LOVELY CAROLYN BROWN HAS WRITTEN OVER 70 BOOKS, SHE IS DEFINITELY A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH!
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AIN'T SHE CUTE?
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WELL MIZ CAROLYN BROWN HAS A FABULOUS CHRISTMAS TALE OUT NOW,
THE COWBOY'S CHRISTMAS BABY
I LOVED THIS BOOK. CAROLYN WANTED TO SHARE SOME WORDS WITH YOU ALL SO HERE GOES!
Merry
Cowboy Christmas everyone! May your holidays be wonderful and your days be
filled with good food, good friends and good family time.
Thank you, Miz Kim, for inviting me to stop by here today. I’m so
excited that right here at Christmas I get to add my book to the list of these
great authors who have been a part of this wonderful holiday blog bash. This is
my fourth cowboy Christmas book and I’m finding that more and more I look
forward to writing about what happens when a little mistletoe, an old honky
tonk, some gypsy magic or in the case of The
Cowboy’s Christmas Baby— a miracle in the form of a little baby boy named
Joshua is a part of it!
Sometimes fate throws a few hurdles into the pathway of life to make it
interesting. Such was the story with Lucas and Natalie. They had been
cyber-dating for several months and they were getting along great…until he
found out about the baby. She didn’t plan on him coming home two days early but
there he was on that cold Texas
night….and so begins the story of what happened next. ‘Twas the season to be
jolly…or was it! Here’s a little taste for your holiday pleasure about the way
that Natalie and Lucas’s Christmas story began.
EXCERPT: There
she stood with a dead coyote at her feet, a pink pistol in her right hand,
three blue tick hound pups cowering behind her, and cradling a baby in her left
arm.
“Natalie?” He raised an eyebrow and blinked sleet from his
eyelashes. Yesterday he had awakened to overbearing heat in Kuwait, and
today Texas
was colder than a mother-in-law’s kiss on the North Pole. Maybe he was seeing
things due to the abrupt change in weather. She looked like the woman he’d been
talking to via the Internet for the past eleven months, but he hadn’t expected
her to be so tall, and he damn sure had not expected her to be holding a baby
or a pistol.
She whipped around and raised the gun until it was aimed
straight at his chest. “Who the hell… oh, my God… you are early, Lucas.
Surprise!” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. “I guess I am, but you aren’t supposed
to be here for two more days.”
“We were working on a big surprise for your homecoming.
Hazel was going to make your favorite foods and we had a banner made and I
heard a noise and the coyote had the puppies cornered and…” She stopped and
stared at him as if she expected him to disappear.
She caught her breath and went on. “Why in the hell didn’t
you tell us you were coming home early? You’ve ruined everything.”
“It’s my ranch. It’s my house and I can come home when I
damn well please,” he said.
He looked from the baby to the dead coyote, to the
puppies, finally meeting Natalie’s big blue eyes staring at him across the six
feet separating them. There’d been more warmth in her face when there were
oceans and deserts separating them than he felt with only six feet between
them.
The whole scenario he’d played out in his mind was shot to
hell and back. She wouldn’t take two steps forward, hug him, and then share an
intimate, passionate kiss that said that yes, they had become more than
Internet friends.
A whimper came from the blue bundle and she looked down at
it. “I know you are hungry, son. We’ll go inside in just a second.”
Dammit!
He’d thought he’d found the right woman. Hell, he’d even
entertained notions that she was the one. He’d been right all along:
people were crazy to believe what they saw on the Net or to trust anyone they
met on there, either.
“Joshua is hungry. Can you put these pups back in the pen?
Sorry little critters dug out from under the fence and the coyote cornered them
up by the porch,” she said.
She damn sure looked different in real life with curves
and legs that went from earth all the way to heaven. She was stunning in those
snug-fitting jeans, red flannel shirt, and thick brown hair floating in gentle
waves down past her shoulders. How could he have not known she was pregnant?
Because you only saw her from the waist up and in pictures
that she posted. Man, you got duped real good this time. Sucker!
“Well?” She shoved the pistol into the waistband of her
jeans, shifted the baby to a more comfortable position, and headed toward the
porch.
He dropped his canvas duffel on the icy ground. “I’ll take
care of the coyote and the pups. Then we’ve got some serious talking to do.
Where are Grady and Gramps and Dad?”
“Grady took Henry home after supper. You hungry?”
Yes, he was hungry. He’d foregone supper until he got home
because he couldn’t wait to have Hazel’s home-cooked food. But the way his
stomach was churning around he wouldn’t be able to swallow. A baby boy, for
God’s sake! And she never mentioned him one time.
“Hazel in the house?” he asked stiffly.
She stopped and turned. “No, she is not. I’ve got to get
Joshua inside, though. He’s cold. Just take care of those pups.”
“Don’t boss me, Natalie,” he barked.
“I’m going inside. You can stay out here and freeze to
death if you want, Lucas. The way you are acting, I don’t reckon it’ll be much
warmer in the house when you get there anyway,” she said.
He folded his arms across his chest. “And that is supposed
to mean what?”
“Figure it out for yourself.”
“Shit!” he mumbled under his breath.
He gathered up three wiggling blue tick hound pups and
stomped toward the dog pens. What in the hell did she expect—a big old
passionate kiss with a pistol and a baby between them?
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