Ladies, I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking old Gus, owner of The Lonesome Steer honky tonk couldn’t have
brought together all the lonely, broken hearts that he did. But I’m here to
tell you I have. Not only do I have the pictures of these couples in my office
to prove it, but there’s been a whole series of romances written about the men
and women who found love at The Lonesome Steer. And just like every one of my
couples, each of these romances is a keeper.
The authors of these books have put
together a Valentine Honky Tonk Blog Hop, an easy way for you to get a sneak
peak at every story. And there are prizes to put a bounce in your Texan
Two-Step. To be Eligible, visit each blog link below and leave a comment. The
more hop stops you visit and comment on, the more chances YOU have to
win a $50 gift card to The Wild Rose Press. In addition, the publisher has
provided a second grand prize of a $25 gift card to The Wild Rose Press and a TWRP Mug for a random commenter (Sorry,
US visitors only for the mug prize). Some of the ladies will also be giving
away their own personal prizes. So whatcha waitin’ for? Happy hoppin’!
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Thanks for the great intro, Gus! I'm psyched to be part of this blog hop with so many wonderful authors, and I'm looking forward to 'hopping' right along with you! I'm giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card at the end of the hop to one randomly drawn commenter below. Check back here on Sunday to see if your name was drawn! Remember, the more comments you leave on this hop, the better your chances to win, not just over all, but at each hop stop!
The Lonesome Steer is a special place, after all, two of my heroes found love in that very honky tonk. The first one, former Navy SEAL Lt. Commander Finn Brennan traveled to Texas to pick up a package from his twin brother Brett, a deployed Marine. He never expected...well, I should probably let him tell it...
Tell it? Yeah, I can tell it, because I lived it! Ever since we were kids my brother loved to play practical jokes. This time he'd gone to far. This time he'd forced me to travel a few hours--precious hours I could've used to run our co-owned Colorado dude ranch--but no. I had to drop everything to drive down to the Texas honky tonk to pick up a package. When the package turned out to be the most beautiful, sexy, bombshell of a woman I'd ever seen, I knew I was toast. Burnt toast. Knife scrapping burnt toast. But I didn't go quietly. Hell no. I went like an idiot. Thank goodness Cammie is a former Marine. She didn't put up with my crap. Instead, she gave as good as she got...in all things. *wink*wink* The woman saw past my scars and gruff attitude, and stole my heart. Yeah, I bless the day I walked into the Lonesome Steer to pick up, not a package, but my world. Gus and his honky tonk changed my life. For the better, and I hope it'll change my brother's, too. *chuckles* Payback's a bitch and she has Brett in her sites!
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Here is how Gus and the Lonesome Steer set the stage for Finn and Cammie:
The crack of
the queue ball breaking the rack echoed through the building as two cowboys
played pool to his right. An elderly couple occupied one of the round tables,
two bowls of soup and two coffees—the husband liked crackers, the wife didn’t.
A lone cowboy sat at one end of the bar that ran the length of the back wall,
while at the other end, a pretty, middle-aged woman with silver-streaked,
auburn hair was the recipient of owner/bartender Gus Rankin’s fond expression.
A smile tugged at Finn’s lips for it was the first time he’d seen the owner
interested in more than business.
The lone
cowboy turned to check out the newcomers before exchanging a glance with Gus
and the woman, a smile cracking his weathered face as he sipped his coffee.
What’s that
all about?
“Ah, Finn,
Terry, did you have a good trip?”
Gus’s gaze was
friendly yet watchful while he wiped the counter with practiced ease.
“Yes, but I’d
love a cup of your coffee,” the foreman replied as they continued toward the
bar.
“Comin’ right
up. How ‘bout you, Finn?” Gus filled a mug and pushed the steaming brew in
front of Terry who was lowering himself onto a stool.
Damn it. He didn’t want to linger.
“No thanks,
Gus.” He waved the bartender off. “I just want to get my package and get back
on the road.”
A snicker
sounded off to his right. Finn narrowed his gaze on the older cowboy.
What’s so
damn funny?
At that moment
he realized he no longer heard the cracking of pool balls. Finn turned to find
the two cowboys leaning on their sticks, grinning at him like a couple of
sailors on leave.
Something was
definitely up. He glanced around again, retaking inventory of his surroundings.
Had he missed something?
“Your…ah…package
is in the back. I’ll tell my nephew you’re here,” Gus informed.
The man’s
handle-bar mustache twitched as if he’d swallowed a secret dying to get out.
Alarm instantly erased Finn’s doubt. He set his shoulders and watched the owner
closely. Trouble was on the way.
Gus leaned
into the kitchen pass-through. “Win, Finn’s here for his….ah…package.”
When the owner
turned around there was more than the usual twinkle lighting his eyes.
“I’ll tell ya,
my brother never sent me anything like this,” the cowboy informed from the end
of the bar.
Another round
of snickers echoed through the room. Just what the hell had Brett sent?
Couldn’t be a camel; Gus would never keep an animal in the kitchen.
His gaze
snapped to his foreman. Did Terry know? The older man sat there, mug half
raised, frowning at Gus. No, he was the only one not smiling. In fact, he
looked as confused as Finn felt.
“You’re one
lucky man,” one of the pool players called out.
“Damn
straight,” the other agreed.
“Too bad my
daughter wasn’t here.” Gus winked at the woman he’d been talking to earlier.
She nodded and
returned his smile. “Yes, Keira would’ve loved to see this.”
“Oh, it’s just
like Christmas!” Even the elderly couple was getting in on the action.
Finn turned to
find them smiling, delight sparkling in their gazes, easing the lines in their
happy faces.
“We can’t wait
to see what it is!”
The hinges on
the kitchen door creaked behind him, and a second later Terry’s mug hit the
bar, sending half his coffee over the edge.
About to ask
what was wrong, the words died in Finn’s throat. His foreman’s expression
changed from shock to amusement to worry as their gazes met.
Finn
stiffened. He knew instinctively he was not going to like whatever Win brought
out from the kitchen, and knowing his prankster brother, it could be anything.
Silently cursing his twin, he slowly turned around.
Son-of-a…
His brother
had gone too far this time. He blinked, unable to stop his jaw from dropping.
Win hadn’t brought anything out. The present walked out on its own.
Standing not
ten feet from him was a tall, curvy brunette with a big red bow stuck to her
right shoulder. A long braid trailed down the left side of her ample chest and
delicate features graced a face worthy of magazine covers. She was the most
beautiful woman he’d ever seen...and the very last thing he wanted. Or needed.
The “package”
sauntered closer, and his pulse responded with pinpoint accuracy to each
individual sway of her rounded hips. She was model-beautiful, but not exactly
model-thin. He noted a full bust, teasing him with a luscious line of cleavage
as his gaze followed her white tank top to where it disappeared into a pair of
skinny, tan cargo pants lovingly hugging a set of magnificent legs. Damn, the
woman was hot.
“Happy
birthday, Finn.”
His gut
rippled as if punched. Of course she’d have a sexy voice to match. Too bad. He
straightened his shoulders and told himself he wasn’t interested. He preferred
to get his own dates. He didn’t need his brother’s charity.
“There must be
some mistake, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “My birthday is two months from
now.”
“No mistake, sweetheart.”
The woman had
the audacity to grin.
“Yeah, happy
birthday, bro.”
Brett?
It wasn’t
until he heard his brother’s voice that Finn realized the woman was holding up
a satellite phone. So much for always being aware of his environment. He’d been
away from active duty too long; he was slipping.
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Well, there you have it. How Finn met Cammie at the Lonesome Steer. Yes, the fun had just begun. And it continues as I write the sequel to Cowboy-Sexy called COWBOY PAYPACK. Brett deserves a few rough moments and I'm enjoying the torture. :-) If you'd like to stay informed of the release date and my other books, then feel free to head to my website to join my newsletter: www.donnamichaelsauthor.com
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