#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!

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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~~~

Snippet Sunday

 

Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. It’s  already the end of February!  I can’t believe  how fast the month has went by. This week I am still working on second draft of Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats. Some of you may remember this from back in November. I tried to pick different snippets, but if they overlap these should be a lot smoother since I have run a grammar check and have been adding in stuff and taking stuff out. This is further down in the first section of chapter one where you finally meet the leading man.

This is still a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough please be kind.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2015

The four that had already arrived headed to Rick’s  van unpacked their belongings and began tossing the ball around.

Rick glanced at hs watch. “I told them to be here by 11. I came a little early to make sure you still wanted to do this.”

“Oh yes.” Watching the boys playing ball and laughing lightened my heart.  I have no doubt in my mind that that this is the right decision.

Rick pulled a thick file out of his briefcase. I motioned for us to sit on the porchswing. Thankfully it was partially shady this time of the morning.

‘Here is a copy of the paperwork with all the agreements and signatures. You are not required to pay for any personal items, only to provide basic meals such as breakfast and lunch. When we have a game, the sponsors provide a light meal beforehand, and if we are on the road, we stop and get pizza or burgers on the way home. You won’t be required to wait up or cater to them.  None of these guys have any allergies. One is vegetarian. If that’s an issue I can  try to find another placement for him”.

“No, I think I can handle that, Rick. I usually make plenty of side-dishes and keep fresh vegetables handy.  There should be plenty with the garden coming off.” I couldn’t imagine turning  one of them down at this point over an eating preference, Both of my boys were picky. David only liked meat and potatoes. Stephen preferred casseroles and main dishes made with ground beef. Stephen also loved a lot of fruits and veggies.

In the distance, we could hear music blasting as a silver SUV came down the lane. A tall, sandy-haired young man climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked over to us.

“Hi, I’m Simon. Sorry if we are late. I thought we had plenty of time.” He chewed on his lower lip and stared down at the gravel.

“No Simon you’re not late. I came early to go over the terms of the agreement. Sit your bags on the porch and join the others.”

Simon popped the hatch with his key-fob. Rushing to the passenger side, he whispered to the other man that was still sitting in the car. He had the seat laid back as if he were napping. He jumped, startled, slowly emerged stretching languidly before joining Simon at the rear of the car. Simon wheeled two suitcases to where the other bags lay. He took out his glove and slowly joined the other men.

 He seemed to be a little more laid back and reserved than the others.

 Then the last one bounded from behind the vehicle with two duffles and a  bag of sports equipment.  His strong biceps are bulging under the weight, yet he trotted over to us, a bundle of energy packed into a tight pair of jeans a shirt stretch tight around his muscular frame and a cowboy hat on his head. He dropped the bags with the others, bounds back over to us shakes Rick’s hand then takes mine into both of his holding them securely.

“ It sure is kind of you to let us stay here in your lovely home. Coach didn’t tell us our hostess is such a beauty” He lifts my hands up to his full lips and lightly brushes them with a kiss. “Oh, I am TJ. By the way.”

“Down Casanova. Get your butt over there with the others. You’re here to play ball not charm all the women you meet!”  Rick rolls his eyes as he playfully punches TJ on the arm.I stood there mesmerized by the cutest boy—young man I’ve ever seen in years. Broad shoulders, big brown eyes and wild curly hair that’s a little too long. His handsome face in need of a shave. He would be my dream man—if only he were 20 years older.

 

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  dark 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!

 

#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!

#snippetsunday~~Decisions,Decisions

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. It’s February and what better time for a sweet contemporary romance?

This week  I introduce Gypsy Rose’s mom and more than one decision Gypsy Rose needs to make.

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.

Sweet Gypsy Rose copyright 2014

 I finish putting the new stuff out on display when mom comes in. I’m glad to see her. She comes in most days but what time she shows up is a crap shoot. When she is off exploring with Ebby my niece picks up the slack if she isn’t tied up with cheer-leading or whatever teenage girls have going on these days. My mind clouds up when I remember my life at her age.
“Dollar for your thoughts.” My mom’s cheery voice snaps me back to the present.
“I think that’s a penny mom.” I chuckle.
“A penny doesn’t even buy a piece of bubble gum anymore so I figure your thoughts should be worth at least a dollar.” She pulls me into a big hug. I’m thankful she is a tiny woman or she might suffocate me with those tight hugs.
“Whats wrong sweetie?”
“All is good mom. I have a date tonight and was wondering if you would be in today or if I needed to call Whippoorwill. With my luck you wouldn’t be here and she would be off doing whatever it is she is into this week.”
“I see, then you remembered what you were doing at her age and that’s why the sad look.”
I look quickly away and hope we don’t go into her thoughts on that again. I really want to talk about my date, she will have some good ideas I’m sure. I turn to see her colorful skirt disappearing into the back. I take of to catch her. “Wait mom!”
“I thought I’d bake you a batch of those chocolate rolls you like so much. Those always make you feel better.”
“MMM Ok. When you come back down I want to talk about this date. I told him I would show him around town. I have no idea what he likes or doesn’t like. Should I take him out or take him to dinner at my place or what? I’ve never been the one to ask a guy out first.”
“I see it’s not with Ray or you wouldn’t be asking any of these questions. Sounds like someone new in town. Who is it sweetie.”
“Frank the new man at the bank.”
“Really? He is a bit of an oddity around here. Seems friendly but from what I hear he is a loner, never goes out or anything.” She stops moving and taps her chin with a long red nail. “ Elsie, one of the tellers at the bank told us the other night at bingo she has invited him over a few times to dinner or out to bingo and he always has an excuse. She says he usually eats his lunch in his office and rarely sits in the lounge room. She also said she sees him clean his desk every time a client leaves and she thinks he uses a bottle of sanitizer a day.”
“Mom I doubt anyone can use a whole bottle of that a day. The ones the bank has are huge. Besides Elsie is a busybody and a nag. No wonder he turned her down. She’s enough to scare anyone off.”
“She’s not the only one that says that kind of stuff about him. Everything I hear makes him sound like one of those Germiphobes.”
“Well that’s good to know. I’ll keep that in mind while planning.Any suggestions on what to do?”
“Let me think about it while I’m cooking your chocolate rolls. Though you can rule out taking him to your place.”
“My place isn’t that dirty mom.” I roll my eyes like a teenager. Then I remember I worked all night and the house isn’t as clean as usual.
“I wasn’t exactly thinking about neatness.” She shot me an odd look.
I nibble my nails trying to figure out what she is talking about.
“Your problem is over 6 foot tall and even though he has his own place seems to stay at yours.” She smacks my hand from my mouth. “You better not do that around your new man if he has germ issues.”
“He’s not my new man. Yet.” I let out an exasperated puff of air. ” Yeah I am going to have to have a talk with Ray.” I know she is right. Mothers are always right. Or that’s what I have always been told.

I hope you are enjoying this story and will come back next for more Sweet Gypsy Rose.

If you missed meeting Gypsy Rose week 1 you can catch up here.  http://cathybrockman.com/2016/01/10/snippetsunday-sweet-and-funny-time/ ‎

If you Missed meeting Frank you can check him out here http://cathybrockman.com/2016/01/17/snippetsundaylets-lighten-up-our-readssweet-romance-time/

Want to read about a complication in the form of a sexy ex? Meet Ray Here http://cathybrockman.com/2016/01/24/snippet-sunday-sweet-and-spicyno-not-the-latte/

A glance at a touch subject here; http://cathybrockman.com/2016/01/31/snippetsundaya-touchy-situation/

 

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets, skate on over to visit V. L. Locey. 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/

#snippetsunday~~A touchy situation

Snippet Sunday

Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again.  I am continuing with my sweet contemporary romance Sweet Gypsy Rose. over the past few weeks, you have met the main Characters, Gypsy Rose, Frank, and Ray. This week I am doing something very different. Since this is a first draft I add notes to myself. I left these notes in this snippet.  Feel free to answer one or all of the questions I posed to myself.

This is a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough.

Sweet Gypsy Rose copyright 2014

Of all the women in the world why would God choose this one for me. For heaven’s sake I’m 39, have only kissed a girl once and hated it, a loner, and have a serious case of OCD. This woman is my polar opposite. She is an open book to the public, friendly, charming outgoing, seems to volunteer and participate in everything. Oh yeah! I almost forgot. She is drop dead gorgeous in an outlandish way. She makes me think of a cross between Madonna with an overdose of Cher tossed in for good measure.
This has to be a cruel trick of fate. I’ve never been interested in a woman since my fateful prom night and now I eat, breathe and sleep this woman. I can’t get her out of my mind.
When she walked in the door today, my first instinct was to run to the bathroom to hide. That didn’t happen. I was waylaid by the teller manager on the way (find out what this is called) to relieve one of the ladies who needed to take her daughter to the doctor. I quickly took care of my business, washed my hands till they were pink from the hot water( is this necessary or should I leave it out.) and ducked into the lounge to grab an extra bottle of sanitizer from my locker. I didn’t want to take a chance on that booth being out. Besides I prefer my own brand with a moisturizer in it, not the generic stuff the bank has.
I look longingly at my office across the floor wishing I was in there hiding under my desk. Her beautiful face lights up with the most radiant smile as our eyes meet. She speaks to everyone she passes as she looks the lines over(do I need something else here something like she is sizing up the situation), stopping to hug, shake hands or even kiss a few on the cheek. She greets everyone by name, asking about their family. I think she knows everyone in town on a personal level.
My hands shake. I hoped she won’t choose my line. I probably won’t have to worry. She may have a favorite teller, most people do. Thankfully by the time she is done with her meet and greet my line has become longer than the others. My heart begins to somersault as I look up and see her standing at the end. Oh shit!(should I leave out?) What do I do? I’m trapped behind this counter with no choice but to face both my biggest fear and my fantasy all in one fell swoop.
“Hello, Ms.Ceely what can I do for you today.” (Do I need something here?)
“Oh Mr. Taylor I bet you could do lots for me.” She winks. The pretty woman actually winks at me. No denying she is flirting with me. Me. Plain, Mr. Invisible me. “Call me Gypsy Rose. I’d say Ms. Ceely is my mom but she might smack you for calling her that. You’d be safe calling Gram Ms. Ceely the first time you meet her. If she likes you she will tell you to call her Grams, if she doesn’t, it’s best to avoid her like the plague.” She shoots me a precocious smile. I’m doomed. I stand there frozen in place as she extends a hand to me. I feel like an idiot. I’ve wanted to touch her ever since I saw her, but she has touched every person in this room. I can feel my body trembling as I slowly reach out. I glance at the Hand sanitizer. She follows my gaze, reaches out, sanitizes her hands, re-extending it to me. Her hand is so small and soft. I actually like the feel of it.

I hope you are enjoying this story and will come back next week  to see what Gypsy Rose is up to.

If you missed meeting Gypsy Rose week 1 you can catch up here.  

If you Missed meeting Frank you can check him out here 

Want to read about a complication in the form of a sexy ex? Meet Ray Here.

If you are in the mood for more fun snippets, skate on over to visit V. L. Locey.

If you would like a taste of a paranormal fantasy check out Valkyries Curse by Ellie Mack. 

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