#SundaySnippet~~and who is this sexy cowboy?

 

Snippet Sunday Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. This has been a rough week. I have gotten a chance to work on a couple chapters of Baseball Bat’s and Cowboy hats.  We have met Annie and TJ now let’s skip down a bit for a little surprise.

This is a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough please be kind. If you do see a glaring typo or something you feel needs fixing I am up for suggestions.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats copyright 2015

Odd that she mentioned this Caleb as a friend, not a family member. These are some very expensive gifts.

“I like to ride. My friend Vicki comes over sometimes and rides Sammy. Caleb comes over a few times a week, whenever he can close up the shop early enough for us to get a ride in before dark. Do you ride?” She twisted her head a bit to glimpse back at me. I noticed her eyes trail down my body then slip back up. Oh yes! She is interested. This could be my best summer yet!

“After dad passed away we moved to town. The rancher papa worked for decided he didn’t want me around. Mama found work as a housekeeper.” I could feel my voice tremble as I spoke about mama and papa. At least my erection faded. I put my hat back on the head it belongs on.

“It’s a lot like riding a bike, it comes right back to you. Maye someday if you have some free time we can tour the grounds on the horses.”

“I’d like that.”

“This is the loafing area for the goats.” She points to the larger pen. “I bring them in at night along with the cow and horses. I let them roam during the day if it’s nice out. Over here is the hay and grain bins.” She waves her hand to the bales and wall with accessories. “Behind that door is the tack room. The smaller door on the other side is the office. There is an intercom system and a land line phone as well. My husband had those installed soon after building the barn. We also have walkie-talkies. I would like each of you to use when you’re out here in case of emergencies. Out on the side of the barn you may have noticed a small building. That is the milking parlor.” I watch as she leans against hay bales. I try looking anywhere but at her.

“What do we need to do tonight?”

“It’s a little early but since we are planning the meeting, tonight lets go ahead and bring in the animals and feed them.  Here is the food I give them a fork of hay each and the horse will love you if you give them oats.  There is grain for the goats you will see the feed bin I put that into and for the cow as well in her pen.” I’ll gather them then feed the chickens.”

“Why don’t you just bring them all in, I will feed and water them all, and you can shower up and finish setting out dinner?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be inside getting to know the other boys?”

“No ma’am I have plenty of time on the field to meet them, and we aren’t boys. We are all men now.” I didn’t mean to sound angry

“I’m sorry I mean disrespect. I just can’t help thinking of you all that way since you are close to the ages of my sons.”

Ow. That hurt. I don’t want her comparing  me to her son.  I am attracted to her and can’t help it.

I went to work feeding and drawing water. She made quick time of bringing in the animals. I watched her go over to a coop of chickens, go inside, then come out later with a basket. She must have found some eggs. As she walked in the direction of her house I heard a car coming up the drive. She hurried her steps heading toward the car. A tall, well-built well-dressed man stepped out and embraced her. My heart sank into my stomach. I guess now we get to meet the husband.

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets, our eclectic group has a wide variety of stories!

Skate on over to visit V. L. Locey.  For some super sex Hockey romance http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/  This week I am told its something new.

If you would like a taste of a paranormal fantasy trek on over  to visit  Ellie Mack. https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com/   for some Valkyries Curse

Visit Misty Harvey  https://mistyharvey.wordpress.com/     if you dare! She writes horror, so this should be interesting!

As you see, we have a little bit of everything!  Hopefully, you can find a new book or author our 4 to add to your list!

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#snippetsunday~~#Baseball players and Cranky #bestfriends

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. It’s February and what better time for a sweet contemporary romance? I took a different turn this week. I had a cute Idea to add to a scene in Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats. I went to drop it in and found some chapters in first person some in third person. YIKES! What was I thinking? In my defense, I was doing this in Nano which is a race to get 50K  rough draft. It’s rough all right! I decided to take a week or so and  run this one through Grammarly and get it ready for a Beta reader or two. ( If you are a big baseball fan and romance lover and may be interested I could use some help with the baseball plays, find me in contacts above.)

This is a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough please be kind. I posted this first chapter back in Nov.  I am not posting the entire chpater this time only a bit of it. I hope it reads much better this time.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats copyright 2015

I checked each room for the third time today wanting everything to be perfect. I had already chewed my nails into nubs the past week wondering if I’ve made the right decision.  Mom and my friend Vicki both agreed it was a great idea to open my home to host some of the boys for the local prospect league team. The arrangement seemed to work for everyone. It would give the players that lived farther away a place to stay closer to the field for practice and give me some help on the farm. Plus as an added bonus, I wouldn’t feel so alone. The boys would do a few chores in exchange for room and board plus meals when they were not out at practice or on the road for a game.  

The City Council met in the high-school gymnasium to discuss the summer season of the Edenfield Eagles.  I saw the announcement in the community booklet the city puts out each month and felt this was something I wanted–no–needed to do.

My other best friend, Caleb Douglas, nearly had an aneurysm when I raised my hand to volunteer. I chuckle at the memory of how red his face got, the veins in his forehead popping out to the surface. It was scary then, but I could laugh about it now.

Ever since my husband passed away, Caleb has become more and more protective. Like the big brother of which I always dreamed of having.  I don’t know, if a big brother was anything like Caleb Douglas, I’m glad I didn’t have one or I’d probably be a 40-year-old virgin.  Speaking of a cockblocker, this man barely gave me room to breathe.  The local men stayed away, and the women were all jealous of how much time and energy Caleb spent on me. 

It would be nice having boys around again. I admit to missing my sons now that they are grown and gone. Occasionally they visit but not as much as they used to. The big house was lonelier than ever since Stephen left a few weeks after graduation.  David left two years earlier. Now he is a proud dad. David and Casey,  his wife, lived in Iowa City and didn’t make it down to visit much. Stephen is off hiking and exploring life before going to college. Neither liked working on it getting their hands dirty. They both suggested I sell it after Steve died.  It was all I had to keep me going, and it did bring in some income.

Caleb was amazing when David’s baby was born. He stayed at the farm, took care of things for two weeks while I was out of town.  Heck, he is always amazing and would do anything I ask. He brings the feed orders out so I don’t have to go get them and doesn’t charge me a delivery fee. In exchange, he gets a home cooked meal. We both get some company. He would do more but. I couldn’t impose on him all time. 

The drawbacks of a hobby farm are feeding and caring for the animals every day. My farm isn’t big enough to warrant paid hands  but a bit more than I can handle on my own.  Vicki’s’ son, Mark comes by to help with the morning goat milking, which is a godsend. That’s all he has time to do since he has a job in town.  His mom uses the milk for her soap making business and I make gourmet cheese we both sell at local markets, so he does this for us for free.

The crunch of tires on the gravel drive snapped me out of my digression. Too late to change my mind now.

 

I am it sure what next week will bring. One thing about me as you can never call me predictable! My plan is another week of Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats to get it  ready for the next step, but in my world plans seem to change frequently. Hopefully you can never call me boring either LOL!

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets our eclectic group has a wide variety of stories!

Skate on over to visit V. L. Locey.  For some super sex Hockey romance http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

If you would like a taste of a paranormal fantasy check out Valkyries Curse  by Ellie Mack. https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com/

This week we have another fun snippet by Misty Harvey  https://mistyharvey.wordpress.com/  She writes horror, so this should be interesting!

As you see we have a little bit of everything!  Hopefully, you can find a new book or author our 4 to add to your list!

 

If you can dream it…You can do it!

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