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Here's another snippet, too.
Red looked at Noah. He knew what was coming. He might as well let the man have his say.
“You spent three nights with Gema, alone in a line shack,” Noah said.
Red nodded. He wasn’t going to share the details of their bundling.
Silence stretched as the three men looked at each other. Finally, Noah spoke. “You’re a God-fearing man, Red. Will you do what’s right?”
Again, Red nodded. “I will. I didn’t think I’d have any trouble convincing the committee.”
As I promised. Here's the next snippet from my upcoming release of Music of Her Heart. It's available for pre-order now. The scheduled release day is Nov. 16 but, if it comes back from my editor who is going through the last edit now, it might release earlier. I'll keep you posted. Oh. The pre-order price is only .99. It will go up to 2.99 as soon as it is released. Don't delay click on the link to get that pre-order purchase made.
Myra hugged Gema when she answered the knock.
“Come in. I’m so glad to see you. We all miss you so much. You being out on the ranch and all.” Myra led the way into the parlor. Troy was upstairs napping. Myra made tea, and they chatted about Hank and Laura’s wedding that had occurred the previous Saturday.
“So, how’s you likin’ bein’ married?”
Gema swallowed. This was so embarrassing. To actually speak to someone about the lack of the physical aspects of being married was much harder to do than think. “Much is good. Juanita, very good friend. I teach English her. She teach Spanish me.”
Myra began laughing and had trouble stopping. “You’re teachin’ English. That’s just ‘bout as bad as me a tryin’ to. Twixed my back hills Tennessee accent an’ my messed up grammar, ain’t no way I’d be tryin’ to teach somebody to talk right.”
Gema realized how strange it was for her to try and help someone learn the language. It was working though. Juanita had added many words to her English vocabulary. Many more than Gema had acquired of Spanish. “Yes, strange, but work much good.”
She waited until Myra’s giggling subsided before bringing up the topic she wanted to discuss. “Have problem. You help, yes?”
The smile on Myra’s face vanished. “Is he hurting you? You just say the word, and we’ll get you away from him.”
“Oh, no, no. Red good man. He good husband. He want good for me.” Gema took a deep breath and said, “He not think I want him. He… I… We not… He think he too old. Me too young. Stupid man.”
“Well, that dog won’t hunt. You want to…” Myra circled her hand, not saying the words.
“Yes, not know how show Red I want. You help?”
A sly grin grew on Myra’s face. “Yeah, I can help. We’s gonna be real subtle ‘bout it. You been working a lot in the garden, right?”
Gema drew her eyebrows together, puzzled. “Yes. Much work planting seeds. Hoeing.”
“So, your arms is real tired and sore. It’s real hard to reach behind and untie your corset strings.”
“But tie string bow in front.” Gema didn’t understand.
Myra let out a frustrated breath. “I know, but you want him to get close enough and to touch you, right? So you need to give him a reason. Tying the bow in the back gives you a reason.”
“But, seems like lie. I no hurt.”
“Well, chop some wood.” Myra waved her hands in the air. “You’ll hurt. You got a greater purpose here.”
Gema fought between disappointment and delight. She was beginning to understand what Myra was getting at. That she probably wouldn’t accomplish her goal tonight was a delay she didn’t want but could handle. Then again, if they got back to the ranch early enough, Gema could do some hoeing and chop some kindling.
“I get Red untie strings, loosen laces. He get idea?”
“Maybe, depends on how stubborn he is. Don’t move away when you take your corset off. Then…” Myra went on describing some ways to encourage Red toward the ultimate goal.
When Gema left, she headed to Cutler’s General Store. She was going to purchase a sweet smelling lotion for Red to rub onto her sore arms and back.
So just how do ugly Christmas sweaters lead to love? Here's a snippet to show you.
He shut the door as she buckled her seat belt. They were going to the mall to go Christmas shopping. Brad had the boys over the weekend, so Noelle thought it was the perfect time to get her shopping done. Turner had his shopping completed, so he was going to advise her on what four and six-year-old boys would want. After all, he’d been both. When he told her that, she grinned a little.
Noelle wanted to just rush through the mall, getting the things on her list as quickly as possible. Turner had other ideas. He held her hand and strolled slowly down the fairway, pointing out anything that might be of the slightest interest to her. When they went into the various department stores, he guided her through the ladies sections.
“Why are we going through here? I only need to go to the boys department. They both need jeans.” Noelle’s frustration was evident in her tone.
“Because you need to relax. We have all day. No need to rush. Just enjoy looking at the clothes and other things we see.”
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Sophie Dawson has made up stories in her head all her life. It wasn’t until 2011 that she began writing typing them out.
Her first books were all historical fiction romance. They’ve won multiple awards and garnered rave reviews. Now, Sophie is branching out into contemporary romance though she plans to continue writing historical and hopes to add more books in her popular Cottonwood and Stones Creek series.
Sophie lives with her husband and cat on a farm in western Illinois. She’s an avid seamstress and was a professional quilter for a number of years before the writing bug bit. She’s just thankful it’s not fatal.