Friday, July 31, 2015

Read A Romance Month 2015

Howdy ReaderFriends! Today’s entry is going to be a little different than the norm (shouts in Cheers voice “NORM!”), as it’s part of READ A ROMANCE MONTH 2015!

As a participating author (shout out to Lorelei of Lorelei's Lit Lair for recommending me and crafting a truly excellent kickoff post) I’ve been asked to talk about this year’s theme—the joy of romance—answer some fun questions, recommend some favorite books, and host a giveaway. How cool is that? And seeing that I’ve got a new book releasing on August 4, it’s perfect timing to give a shout out to COMING HOME TO MUSTANG RIDGE and the recently released long novella, STARTING OVER AT MUSTANG RIDGE (only $2.99!).


And now, without further ado …

THE JOY OF ROMANCE

When I sat down to write about the joy of romance, a new heroine popped into my head, in a little scene of her own, set at my Mustang Ridge Dude Ranch, high up in the hills of in gorgeous Wyoming. I thought I would share it with you! Here goes …

“So…” Anastasia leaned across the long indoor picnic table, nearly putting her elbow in a plate of fat, buttery biscuits in her hurry to get close enough to whisper without actually going to the trouble of coming around the table. “Which one is it going to be?”

Joy leaned in, partly to meet her best friend halfway, and partly because everything on the loaded table smelled so darned good. It better, seeing how Ana had used the luxury guest ranch’s reputation for top-notch country cooking to convince Joy to come with her on the week-long vacation … and conveniently “forgot” to mention that they were booked for Single’s Week.

“I’m going to try a little bit of everything,” she stage-whispered back. “Especially when we get to dessert.”

That got an eye roll. “I’m not talking about food. The men, Joy! What do you think?”

That I’m nowhere near ready for this. Two years ago, she had thrown herself into getting Joy Love Bakery off the ground, vowing she wouldn’t even think about another relationship until she had her life under control. Maybe the business was doing a decent hover these days, but that didn’t mean she was ready to move on. Still, vacation was vacation, and she figured she could tolerate the nametags and awkward getting-to-know-you conversations to get to the trail riding, roping and cattle drive promised in the glossy brochure.

She scanned the long dining hall, where exposed stone work and log beams gave a rustic feel while a well-stocked bar and stage area promised a good time, and pretended to consider the dozen or so wannabe cowboys scattered around the room, mixed with an unequal number of eager faux-cowgirls.

The men came in a wide range of shapes, sizes and coloring, suggesting there should be something for most any girl’s taste. She could almost imagine an auctioneer up there on stage, giving them an auction-worthy rundown: Do you like tall, dark and handsome? Then check out Taylor from Texas. He’s got a great smile, a bit of wear and tear on his jeans, and a good job in the oil fields. Want someone with more of an eco-conscience? What James lacks in height, he makes up for with a great smile and a company that builds zero-energy homes. And the list went on.

“Come on, Joy!” Anastasia pressed. Wearing stiff new boots, skintight jeans and a sparkly shirt that showed just enough of her curves, she fit right in with the other ladies. “Which one is it going to be?”

Wearing boots had some scuffs and her jeans had some wiggle room she thought she would appreciate when it came time to actually ride out on the trails, Joy was fine with being underdressed. It was vacation enough being a thousand miles away from her apron and hairnets—she loved the bakery, but she hadn’t done much else for too long. And this was going to be an adventure, regardless. “I’m going to take my time,” she said, “get to know them. You know, book, cover, that sort of thing.”

Ana made a face. “You’d better pick someone quick and introduce yourself before someone else gets her hooks into him. And don’t roll your eyes at me. That’s why we’re here!” She sighed happily and steepled her hands beneath her chin as she looked down the table. “To meet someone interesting and have a fling—or at least the potential for one. The kind that puts that swoopy rollercoaster feeling in your tummy and makes you feel like anything is possible!”

Was that what romance was like to Ana? Lucky girl. As far as Joy was concerned, romance wasn’t a rollercoaster so much as a steamroller that flattened you and left you behind. “Go on and mingle, already. I’ll be right behind you.” By way of the dessert table, because this called for fortification of the chocolate variety.

“Promise me…” But Ana’s eyes went past her to the door, then lit. “Aha! I knew they wouldn’t have an odd number of singles. And hel-lo, gorgeous! Ooh!” she squeaked, her hands doing a fluttery thing over the biscuits. “He’s coming this way!”

Joy turned, expecting to see the sort of guy who usually got Ana’s inner rollercoaster car starting up the long incline that inevitably led to a fall—six foot or so, broad shoulders, narrow hips, leather and/or ink a plus, along with an I-don’t-give-an-eff attitude that Ana interpreted as being an evolved human being, but almost always turned out to be a literal not giving of an eff.

Instead, she got a guy who was an inch or two under Ana’s magic number, with curly chestnut hair and the face of an imp all grown up, complete with a devilish sparkle in hazel eyes that were locked, not on Ana, but on Joy, with an intensity that said his being there was no accident.

“Aiden?” Her voice went up at the end, heading for dogs-and-bats territory.

The devilishness spread from his eyes to his lips, which curved in a smile that weakened her knees and almost sent her plopping into the mashed potatoes. “Joy. It’s good to see you.” He said it like he meant it, the bastard. Like he hadn’t promised he’d be back from his rainforest gig in six weeks, max, and that afterward they would make plans, make a life together.

This was the first time she had seen him in almost three years.

Ana whipped her head between them. “You two know each other?”

Joy’s insides gave the anticipatory shimmy-shimmy-shake that a rollercoaster car made as it started up the incline, and nerves wrapped her from head to toe. “We … um.”

“Need to talk,” Aiden filled in for her. He stretched out a hand—tanned, broad, capable, dusted across the back with masculine hair and a nick or two that said he still worked with his hands, still tended to forget his work gloves. “Can we take a walk?”

She was tempted to swat the potatoes into the towering stack of corn on the cob on the next table over, and escape in the ensuing melee. Instead, she took his hand and said, “This better be good.”

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(And that, folks, is the joy of romance for me—the potential for a wonderful rollercoaster ride of emotions and an amped-up version of a question we ask ourselves every day: I wonder what’s going to happen next??)

(P.S.- Sorry for the cliffhanger. I meant to just have a cute little scene of two people meeting and riding off into the sunset of happily-ever-after, but I’m just not wired that way! If you want to follow this blog and/or sign up for my newsletter, I’ll finish Joy and Aiden’s story one of these days, and let you know how it turns out!)


QUESTIONS

1 - Tell us about a moment in your life when you experienced sheer joy.

The other day, Arizona and I took the baby for a nice, long walk to get ice cream and hit the beer store (as one does). We passed an older woman in her yard and exchanged waves and a “Hey, how are you? Nice night!”

We hadn’t met her before in the neighborhood, but I recognized her from the T-shirt she wore, advertising a local orchard up the road. I used to stop there sometimes for a cookie or muffin, back when I was living on a perpetually cash-strapped farm up north with my ex, and would pass the farm stand in my travels.

“What would it have been like,” I mused as we kept on going, “to be standing there back in the day, with her ringing up my morning glory muffin, to hear a little voice whisper from somewhere, ‘One day, you’re going to wave to this very same woman as she gets out of her car after work. You’re going to be walking with the love of your life and your son—a baby, at forty-two! The bills will be paid up, and when the cars come by, your man will put himself between you and them, not the other way around’.”

And that, my friends, was a moment of sheer joy.

2 - Tell us about a place that brings you joy, or is attached to a memory of joy.

Once upon a time (aka going on five years ago), I drove down to the ferry dock an hour or so south of the farm in the World’s Fugliest Truck to pick up my Match.com date, who was coming over from the island to meet me. As much as we had been emailing fast and furious in recent weeks, he was still a stranger with a computer and some blurry pictures. Would he be anywhere close to the six-four he claimed? Would he be as clever and kind as he seemed online? Would there be sparks?

The answers to those questions and others were yes to infinity and beyond. And these days, when we use that same ferry dock to take Wallaby to visit my in-laws on the island, I always feel that same joy and hear a whisper of This is where the fun began.

3 - Tell us about a sound that brings you joy (or a memory attached to sound — music, laughter, wind chimes… ?)

I love the sound of equine hooves thudding on the ramp of a trailer. Back when I had horses, it meant we were going on an adventure, or coming home from one. These days, I don’t have horses (thus why the bills are paid up, LOL), but I volunteer at an equine rescue, so the noise of hooves on a trailer ramp either means that one of our rescues is headed off to a new adoptive home, or a new rescue is arriving to begin rehabilitation. What joy!

4 - What recent book have you read that brought you joy. (Or a book you read in your life that brought you so much joy you’ve never forgotten it.) Why?

Codependent No More. I know it’s probably not the usual answer to this question, but when I first started reading it at a particularly low point in my life, it was like I had been wandering for a really long time (despite the best efforts of my friends and family) and I had finally found a path I could follow back to myself. That was a moment of joy in the darkness. Even today, with my life in a very different place, I refer back to it now and again when I find myself wanting to cling and control rather than going with the flow. And that brings me back to the joy of my present self.

5 - And for fun, the joy of choice ;o) ~ Pick your Chris! Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pine, Chris Pratt, Chris Rock, Chris Evans or Christopher Plummer (circ. 1964 aka Capt. Von Trapp)?  

Sorry, I’m going to reject your Chrisses (Is that a proper plural?) and substitute my own geek love: Christopher Gorham, aka Auggie Anderson on Covert Affairs! Love, love, love him showing a blind man leading the rest of the CIA around by their computers, and when he’s shirtless … hello, HAWT!

DRAWING

Please sign up for my newsletter! All new sign-ups this month will be entered in a random drawing for a $50 gift certificate at Amazon or BN.com (winner’s choice). The winner will be announced here at my blog on Monday, 8/31.

RECOMMENDED AUTHORS

I love books! Books, books and more books! So, in no particular order, I highly recommend Lois McMaster Bujold (space operas and fantasy), Linnea Sinclair (sci-fi romance), Samantha Cayto (sci fi erotica, etc.), Sherry Thomas (historical romance), Hannah Howell (historical romance), Gail Chianese (a debut contemporary romance author and buddy of mine), Kristan Higgins (contemporary romance and women’s fiction; a buddy, though far from a debut author), and JR Ward (who I suspect needs no introduction (but check out Bourbon Kings!!!) and is my partner in crime when it comes to mooning lake cops, which is a long story, and not yet past the statute of limitations …).

BIO

Jesse Hayworth (aka Jessica Andersen) is a farm girl from way back, complete with tractors and livestock. Now farmless and driving a Subaru named Roo, Jesse lives on the East Coast with three kitties she rescued from various bad situations, the husband who rescued her from Match.com, and the son who rescued them both from the bad habits of sleeping through the night and going mountain biking on a whim. She loves writing about wide-open spaces, animals, and true love, and she hopes you’ll come along for the ride!




10 comments:

  1. I loved reading about you, Jesse! Your moment of sheer joy brought tears to my eyes (good tears), and I also love Auggie! Thanks so much for the giveaway and happy to have found you through Lorelei.

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  2. Loved this post! Found you through JR Ward. Since you were recommended by her, I knew you would be good! 8-)

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  3. YES! I love Auggie on Cover Affairs...so sad that the show ended.
    And I've never heard of ice cream and beer being a thing. It was always pizza a beer...though I guess you could make a beer float with a scoop of vanilla haha :)
    I'm so happy to read about your joy and love. You deserve it, Jess xoxo

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  4. Love the scene-let and thanks for the shout-out. And why am I not surprised you picked someone other than a Chris? LOL, maybe because the picture on my post isn't a Chris either (although I did pick one, but the guy in the picture topped him).

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  5. Great scene Jess! Reading your work always brings joy! Looking forward to reading more.

    You were greatly missed in NYC. My fellow Pro-Ro's were trying to hatch some sort of scheme where my daughter-in-law brought the grand-baby into the city & you came in with Wallaby. Perhaps we can actually make that happen one day - ya never know! :-D More joy!

    Hugs,
    Anne(M-SC)

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  6. I follow the RARM posts every year! I may miss the last week, unless we can get wi-fi on our vacation! Congrats on the baby - I had my 2nd one at 42 - they keep you young! (or wear you out. lol)

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  7. I adore you! As well as Lorelei!!! Romance books are my fave! 💋

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  8. You teaser, you! Now I can't wait to hear Joy and Aiden's story! I enjoyed learning a little more about you and I'm so happy to share your stories to the world! Smiles! xox

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  9. Your life sounds like a romance book! :)

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