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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Raising Cane Over At Cowboy Kisses

Yep, it's that time again. I'm over at Cowboy Kisses today talking about raising cane. Actually, I'm talking about making molasses, but you have to raise a lot of cane to make molasses, don'cha? Now I'm confused. Come on over if you want to know what I'm talking about. I'd be happy to see you there! :)

Devon

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The "LOOK" Challenge

I've been challenged to a new game by Kathleen Rice Adams. This one is called "Look" and the object is to find the first instance of the word "look" in your work in progress and post the surrounding paragraphs. Then, tag other people to do the same.

As I told Kathleen over on Facebook, this gives me an excuse to roll out my new cover, which I finished just last night. As most of you already know, a big name western romance author chose to use the same title I've been using for her latest book, which gave me quite a bit of pause. Finally, I decided to keep the title and tweak it just a bit. In doing so, I ended up making a whole new cover. The background is an old photo I took out in extreme West Texas more than 30 years ago. I had to enhance it a bit because the color had started to fade. With a few modifications, the cowboy and his lady are a combination of two stock photos from Hot Damn Designs and Illustrated Romance. Anyway, here are the paragraphs and the new cover for My Wild Texas Rose.



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~~~~Sample Paragraphs~~~~

Leaning down, his restless gaze traveled the length of the street outside.

What or—more likely—who was he looking for? Her brother, no doubt. Did he think she’d gone to the window as a signal to someone out on the street? Could he actually think she was setting him up for an ambush?

“There’s no one waiting outside. And no one is going to come busting through the door. I told you, I’m here alone.” Her conscience pricked her because it wasn’t exactly the truth.

When he straightened and faced her again, she could see the pinpoints of sweat clinging to the ridge of his upper lip. A faint web of squint lines accentuated the outer corners of his eyes.

Having him so close sucked all the air from the room until there was only him, leather, sun-drenched cotton, and something so unique and pleasantly male it made her head swim.

“I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Started not to,” he admitted. “I didn’t know what the hell I’d be walking into. But my curiosity got the best of me and here I am.”

Happy reading!
Devon