Thursday, May 14, 2026

A Cowboy's Hat

 


In the cattle country of the 1870s and 1880s, a cowboy's hat was far more than a piece of clothing--it was as necessary as a saddle or a good horse. Wide-brimmed hats shield a rider from the brutal sun of Texas trails, sudden prairie rain, and the choking dust kicked up by longhorn herds on the move. Before the famous "cowboy hat" became standardized, many drovers wore whatever they could find: battered Civil War slouch hats, Mexican sombreros, or broad felt hats bought from frontier merchants. By the late 1870s, John B. Stetson's "Boss of the Plains" began gaining popularity across the West because it was durable, waterproof, and could survive hard months on the range. 


 A cowboy's hat often reflected the man beneath it. Some curled the brim high on the sides to keep rain from running down their collars, while others pinned one side up for style or convenience. Sweat, dust, and weather gave each hat its own character, and a seasoned cowboy could sometimes be recognized from a distance simply by the shape of his crown. Hats served dozens of purposes on the trail: cowboys used them to fan campfires, water horses, swat flies, or even scoop water from a creek when no bucket was near. A man might sleep with his hat pulled over his eyes beneath the stars, then wake before dawn and ride out with the same hat still carrying yesterday's dust.

To Western readers of the era, the cowboy hat became a symbol of independence and frontier grit. Newspaper illustrations, dime novels and Wild West shows helped turn the broad-brimmed hat into an emblem of the American frontier. Yet for the working cowboy there was little romance attached to it--a hat was judged by how well it stood against wind, rain, and hard labor. The best hats stayed on during a gallop, held their shape after a storm, and lasted through years of cattle drives.  By the close of the 1880s, the cowboy hat had become inseparable from the image of the American West, representing not only the men who rode the range, but the rugged spirit of the frontier itself. 

Sandra


 
                                                 Available at Amazon

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

Hi everyone! Brandi Creek here, and I’m so excited to be visiting Cowboy Kisses for my very first blog post!

I write emotional small-town western romance filled with horses, ranch life, second chances, protective cowboys, and all the messy emotions that come with finding your way back to the people you never truly forgot.

Since my newest release, Ride Back to Me, has just been released, I thought it would be fun to talk a little about one of the biggest inspirations behind the story and why reining became such an important part of Avery and Reed’s journey.

How Reining Inspired Ride Back to Me

That love for horses, especially reining, became a big inspiration behind my newest release, Ride Back to Me.

I’ve always been fascinated by the partnership between horse and rider and the amount of trust it takes to compete at that level. The sliding stops, the spins, the seamless lead changes that happen so smoothly you barely even see them, there’s just something about the athleticism and precision of the sport that completely pulls me in every time I watch it.

I watch The Run for a Million every year, and seeing those horses and riders compete at that level always reminds me why I love the sport so much. The control, the power, and the connection between horse and rider are incredible to watch.

I grew up around horses and still spend time with them today, so that lifestyle naturally finds its way into my books. When I started writing Avery and Reed’s story, I knew I wanted reining to be part of their world because it added so much passion, pressure, dedication, and emotion to the story.

But at its heart, Ride Back to Me is really about coming home, facing the past, and finding your way back to the people who never truly left your heart. Along with the second-chance romance between Avery and Reed, readers also meet Maisie, the surprise daughter who changes everything between them in ways neither of them expected.

This book was such a special story for me to write because it combines so many things I love: horses, family, ranch life, emotional healing, and the kind of connection that never fully lets go.

It’s available in Kindle, paperback, and Kindle Unlimited for readers who love emotional western romance, second chances, surprise daughter stories, ranch settings, and plenty of heart.

For those of you who love holding a book in your hands, the paperback edition is available too.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“I laughed, cried, and couldn’t read it fast enough.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“A simply amazing story centered around the fascinating equine sport of reining.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
“Sweet, tender, and impossible to put down.”

If you’re ready for horses, second chances, ranch life, and a surprise daughter who changes everything, get in here:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GX32TZQT

Happy reading,
Brandi Creek




Tuesday, May 12, 2026

My beginning Writing Practice

Post (C) Doris McCraw

aka Angela Raines

When I decided to get serious about writing, I began a writing practice that I followed for about three years. I would write a Haiku and post a photo before midnight at least five days a week. Over the course of that practice, I wrote a lot of poems.  

It also showed me what I was capable of when I was disciplined. Below are three examples. I hope you enjoy. What is your go-to writing practice? (I still write poetry when I'm feeling stuck.)


Photo and text copyright 2019 by

Doris McCraw


See the wind talking
Trees and grasses say so much
Telling tales of life.

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Photo and text copyright 2019

Pale opaque curtains
Stretched across distant stars
Moon plays hide and seek

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Photo and text (c) Doris McCraw

This could be heaven.

Picture-perfect start of day

All in perspective


Until next time

Friday, May 8, 2026

The Wild West of Nicknames ~ D. K. Deters

Names didn’t carry much weight in the Old West, but reputations did. More often than not, a reputation earned a man a new name to match.

I wanted to do something fun this month, so I decided to explore nicknames in the Old West. The following information is based on historical accounts of frontier life and naming practices.

Some nicknames served a practical use. Communities often sprang up fast in mining camps or cattle towns, and several men may have been named “John”. A nickname like “Red,” “Slim,” or “Texas Jack” instantly identified who you meant.

The West drew folks who wanted to reinvent themselves and leave their pasts behind. One way to do this was to create a new identity that fit their reputation better than their given name. One desperado, Harry Alonzo Longabaugh, became known as The Sundance Kid.

In just a few words, “Silent Bill” or “Mad Dog” could tell a story, reflecting personality, appearance, or reputation—useful in rough places where first impressions mattered.

Storytelling, newspapers, and dime novels loved colorful names. Think of Henry McCarty, better known as Billy the Kid, or William H. Bonney. A good nickname traveled faster than a plain one.

Literacy levels varied, and record-keeping wasn’t always consistent. Nicknames helped identify individuals whose names varied in spelling over time.

In the Old West, nicknames were not only plentiful but also useful for recognition, reinvention, and storytelling—where they mattered a great deal.

Would you have recognized these names?

Butch Cassidy (Robert Leroy Parker)

Kid Curry (Harvey Logan)

Black Bart (Charles E. Boles)

Big Nose George (George Parrott)

Curly Bill (William Brocius)

Rustling Bob (Roscoe Bryant)

Little Britches (Jennie Stevenson)

Cattle Annie (Anna Emmaline McDoulet)

Doc Holliday (John Henry Holliday)

Buffalo Bill (William Frederick Cody)


Thursday, May 7, 2026

Welcome to the Team ~ Julie Lence

 

Psst.... Deborah Camp and Reggi Alder are no longer with the group. We hate to say goodbye to friends, and will miss them dearly, but both need to focus on other aspects of their lives. We wish them well and invite them back anytime they wish to guest blog. Replacing them are 2 very talented authors, Brandi Creel and Dalyn Weller. Brandi is filling the 2nd Wednesday slot and slated to begin dazzling you on May 13th.  Dalyn is taking over the 4th Tuesday slot and will have her 1st blog ready for you to read on June 30th. Please give each a warm welcome and check out the right hand side bar for author pages to enable you to know them better and connect with them on social media. 

Welcome to Cowboy Kisses Brandi and Dalyn! We are truly blessed to have both of you on our team. 

Julie      




Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Character Interview with Zach Maldonado ~ Julie Lence

 

Nothing says springtime like horses playfully chasing each other around a corral. I’m at Bennett Ranch this morning asking Zach Maldonado some of the same questions I asked Barbie Bennett last month. A former bull rider on the rodeo circuit, Zach now works the Bennett Family Ranch. Standing outside the corral with him, it’s easy to understand why Barbie is completely enamored with his dark hair and broad shoulders.

‘Thank you for talking with me today, Zach. What can you tell my readers about you?’

‘Ain’t much to tell. I grew up in San Diego. Dad worked a ranch outside the city. He had me work alongside him and the other cowboys every summer of my teen years, to keep me off the streets. He cracks a grin. Probably the best thing he ever did. That grin widens. Anyway, I learned to rope and ride, and when I turned 16, he took me to the rodeo. Bull riding was my favorite event and it stuck with me. I spent the rest of that summer learning to stay on the back of one for eight seconds. Good thing. Those lessons helped me take care of Mom after Dad passed away.’

 ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’

He nods.

‘How long were you part of the rodeo circuit before you met Barbie?’

‘A handful of years. I always liked her music. Never thought I’d meet her.’  He wipes a hand over his jaw. ‘Was nothing but dumb luck that day I happened upon her. I didn’t even know it was her. Just saw a guy grab a girl and stepped in to help her.  If she hadn’t sent her bodyguard to find me later that afternoon, that woulda been my only time seeing her face-to-face.’

‘What did you think that night when you had supper with her?’

‘Lots of things.’ He hooks his booted foot on the bottom rail, stares at the horses on the opposite side of the corral. ‘I always thought she was pretty, but up close, she was more than pretty. She was drop-dead gorgeous; the kind of face guys dream about.’ He pauses. ‘But, she was more than that. She was sweet… kind… and thanked over and over for helping her. All the time she was talking, I wanted to kiss her, but didn’t dare.’       

‘Why not?’

‘Her crew and bodyguard were lollygagging around outside the tour bus; some bigger than me. Had a feeling if I tried, they wouldn’t hesitate to trounce me.’

“Did Barbie want you to kiss her?’

He shrugs. ‘Too scared to ask. I mean… I was with Barbie Bennett. Her face was on the cover of every magazine in the country… six brothers, cars, homes, money, thousands of screaming fans chasing after her…I was just a bull rider who helped her. I didn’t find out until months later that she would’ve let me kiss her.’  

‘You and she have been together for a long time. How would you describe you relationship?’

‘Barbie’s the best thing to have happened to me. I like to think she feels the same about me.’ He pauses again. ‘She stood beside me when that bull threw me and busted my knee, made sure I had the best doctors, and then badgered the heck outta her brother to give me a job. When she was away on summer tours, she called me every night. I woulda called her, but she wasn’t always back on the tour bus the same time each night. We learned to trust each other, to ignore the gossip magazines… I tell her every day how much I love her. She swears the same to me, and that’s all I need, ‘cause deep down, I know she isn’t leaving me for anyone else.’  

‘How would you describe Barbie?’

‘A sweet, kind, fun, loyal, bossy when it comes to her career, anxiety-riddled woman I’d give my life for.’ 

 ‘How would she describe you?’

 He thinks a moment, cracks another grin. ‘She says she likes my muscles, so I have that going for me.’ He faces me. ‘I think she thinks I’m honest. Someone who would never hurt her.’

‘Between working the ranch and trying to carve out a life with Barbie, how do you relax?’

 ‘Friday nights on the couch with her at my side. Don’t know how she does it, but she brings a calm to me that I’ve never experienced.’

 ‘Where do you see yourself five years from now?’

 ‘With her, in a home of our own on. If not on this ranch, then somewhere close. Could be a condo or a tent, as long as she’s with me, I don’t care.’

 And that, readers, is true love. To learn more about Zach and Barbie, pop on over to Amazon and grab a copy of The Pop Star Loves Her Cowboy. You’ll thank me!  

 www.amazon.com/dp/B0FG48TFYH

 

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Once in a Blue Moon

 



Have you ever wondered about the phrase "Once in a Blue Moon?" 
Something about it always seemed a little magical to me. Something rare and random. 

The phrase "once in a blue moon" originally meant "never" or "impossible," but it evolved over centuries to mean "rarely" due to changes in how we define a "blue moon."

In the 16th century, the phrase didn't mean "rare"—it meant "impossible". The earliest recorded use was in a 1528 anti-clerical pamphlet by William Roy and Jeremy Barlowe, which joked that if church leaders said the moon was blue, people had to believe it. It was basically the 1500s version of saying "when pigs fly".

The meaning shifted from "impossible" to "rare" by the mid-1800s. This was reinforced by the 1837 Maine Farmers' Almanac, which used "blue moon" to describe the rare third full moon in a season that has four.



The modern definition—the second full moon in a calendar month—actually came from a mistake!  For centuries, the Maine Farmers' Almanac defined a Blue Moon as the third of four full moons in a single season.

In 1946, writer James Hugh Pruett misinterpreted the Almanac in an article for Sky & Telescope, calling the second moon in a month a "Blue Moon". This "mistaken" definition is now what most of us use today.

The shift from "impossible" to "highly unlikely" was helped along by nature. After the massive Krakatoa volcanic eruption in 1883, ash in the atmosphere actually made the moon appear blue or green for nearly two years. Suddenly, a blue moon wasn't just a figure of speech; it was a rare, real-world sight.

Today, a "Blue Moon" (by the calendar definition) happens roughly once every 2.7 years. So the next time you use the phrase, you’re not just talking about a rare event—you’re participating in a 500-year-old linguistic evolution!

When I had the opportunity to purchase a beautiful book cover with a placeholder title of Blue Moon Cowboy, it felt meant to be! I loved the title and the cover.

Coming June 4 - Blue Moon Cowboy




He’s spent decades guarding his heart.
She’s spent a lifetime chasing the horizon.
Neither of them were prepared for love to catch them by surprise.

Widower Jason Price isn’t looking for romance. As a trusted pickup man for the Rockin’ K Rodeo Company, part-owner of his family’s ranch, and a proud grandpa, his days—and his heart—are already full. Love is for younger folks with fewer scars and more time.

Photographer Lainey Collins traded corporate life for the open road, capturing the faces and stories of everyday people. Living out of her travel van, she’s built a life of freedom, purpose, and just enough distance to keep her heart safe.

But when a chance meeting at a rodeo puts her in Jason’s orbit, everything begins to shift.

As Lainey sets out to create a book featuring the faces of the rodeo, she finds herself returning again and again—to the arena… and to Jason. What begins as a project turns into something deeper as sparks fly, laughter comes easy, and two guarded hearts start to open.

Falling in love is one thing.

But trusting it—and daring to build a future—is another.

Can a cowboy who’s learned to live without love and a woman who’s always kept moving finally find a place to belong… together?



USA Today
bestselling author Shanna Hatfield grew up on a farm where her childhood brimmed with sunshine, hay fever, and an ongoing supply of learning experiences.

Today, Shanna draws on her rural roots to create sweet and wholesome romances filled with hope, humor, quirky small-town characters, realistic heroes, and women of strength. Her historical westerns have been described as historically accurate, blending facts with engaging fiction, while her contemporary works have been called laugh-out-loud funny, swoony, and heartwarming.

When this award-winning author isn’t writing or testing out new recipes (she loves to bake!), Shanna hangs out at home in the Pacific Northwest with her beloved husband, better known as Captain Cavedweller.

To learn more about Shanna or the books she writes, visit her website.


Monday, May 4, 2026

The Sierra Madre Oriental Mountain Range

 


By Kristy McCaffrey

The Sierra Madre Oriental is a 620-mile mountain range located in northeastern Mexico. It’s part of the American Cordillera, a continuous sequence of mountain ranges that form the western backbone of North America, Central America, South America, and Antarctica.

The Sierra Madre Oriental runs from the Rio Grande on the border of Texas down to northern Puebla. The climate is dry and semi-arid in the north with more moisture in the south, although there can be intense thunderstorms in the north, including severe hail and tornadoes.

Cerro El Potosí is the highest point, sitting at 12,208 feet.

Black bears, cougars, and bobcats can be found here, along with several species of deer and javelinas. The high cliffs offer nesting grounds for golden eagles and peregrine falcons.

Sierra Madre Oriental Mountain Range

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In my upcoming book, The Falcon, the setting is the Sierra Madre Oriental Mountains.


The Falcon by Kristy McCaffrey
Wings of the West: Book 12

Coming July 3, 2026

Mexico
December 1899 

Josie Ryan’s connection to Texas runs deep, from the land to an almost preternatural kinship with the animals in the wild. This bond has led her to the edge of life and death, from saving a boy caught in a fire when she was eleven years old to being struck by lightning to a mountain lion attack that almost ended her life. The discovery of an abandoned falcon chick leads to a fierce attachment, but with only intuition to guide her, Josie struggles to train the wildest creature she’s ever encountered. When she learns of a man who could help, she’s determined to gain an introduction. 

Mateo Almirón, El Halconero—The Falconer—and Argentine gaucho, is tasked with delivering two prized purebred Criollo mares to Matt Ryan, a man whose reputation casts a long shadow. Years ago, Ryan saved the life of Mateo’s father, and the horses will settle the longstanding debt, but when the exchange goes wrong, Mateo is entrusted with protecting Ryan’s daughter, Josie. Now Mateo and Josie must hide in the mountains of Northern Mexico where stories abound of Josie’s mother, a woman who lived among the Comanche and rose from the dead. 

But in a place alive with superstition, Josie and her untamed falcon will give rise to a new legend …

Josie is the youngest child of Matt and Molly from THE WREN.

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Available for pre-order from Amazon, Nook, and Apple Books.

(It will also be available at Kobo, Google Play Books, and in paperback on release day.)


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Friday, May 1, 2026


 

The day the railroad united two coasts.

I’d like to thank the people who laid those tracks mile by mile. Their backbreaking work made modern freedom possible.



Before train travel, people either road horses, went by stagecoach, 

or joined a wagon train.

In the movies, there’ something romantic about canvas-topped wagons rolling toward the horizon, oxen plodding forward, dust rising like a promise.

But this was no scenic road trip. Pioneers traveled ten to fifteen miles a day. The journey from the East Coast to California could take four to six months. Families bounced across rutted trails in covered wagons. They crossed rivers and plains and deserts. They cooked over open fires. Storms rolled in without warning. Wheels broke. Illness spread. And still they kept moving west, one slow, stubborn stretch at a time. They faced danger, exhaustion, and uncertainty. All for the chance for a better life.



Then Came the Iron Horse

The laborers who built the railroad blasted through mountains and set track across unforgiving terrain. Thousands of workers put in long hours and dealt with dangerous dynamite to get the job done. On May 10, 1869, two rail lines, the Union Pacific Railroad building westward and the Central Pacific Railroad building eastward, met at Promontory Summit. The Golden Spike was driven into the track, linking the nation from coast to coast.

 

The journey that once took months could be done in about a week. Plush seats and wide windows framed the landscape. Instead of risking disease, weather, and wagon breakdowns, passengers could ride a train across mountains, plains, and deserts. It was faster, safer, and far more predictable.

Because of the railroad, towns sprang up along the tracks. Ranchers had the ability to ship cattle and goods to distant markets. Mail traveled faster. Supplies arrived more easily. People who once lived in isolated settlements suddenly had a connection to the rest of the country. Railroads brought cowboys, settlers, gamblers, and dreamers. They created boomtowns, sparked rivalries, and fueled the growth of places that might never have existed otherwise.

Why is this history important?

Westward travel was an act of faith into a life with no guarantees. We need to respect these pioneers determination and tenacity. People today still long to see what’s over the next ridge, beyond the next mountain, across the next stretch of sky. It just moves a little quicker these days.

 

I am thankful I can drive my air-conditioned car with cruise control and hop on the freeway in excess of 60 mph. I also appreciate the fact that a flight across the country can be done in a matter of several hours. But I still like to travel by train on occasion and think about the hard work it took for our ancestors to make that come to fruition.

Niki J. Mitchell

As a side note, I used old locomotives as a catalyst for my western time travel romance books.

 

 

Monday, April 27, 2026

Loving Small Old-Fashioned Towns ~ Ruthie L Manier

Have you ever explored the charming town of La Conner, Washington? If not, it's definitely worth a visit the next time you're in Washington state! I moved to Skagit County in the 1970s and remember the first time my mom brought me to La Conner so vividly. I thought it was the prettiest little old-fashioned town I had ever seen. The town’s older buildings are next to the waterfront. Restaurants, art museums, and shops run along both sides of the street. We ate ice-cream sitting by the channel. Then drove over the Rainbow bridge and stopped at the park to play for a while underneath the bridge. Today La Conner is still my favorite lunch destination. If you ever visit, make sure to go to the La Conner Pub, it has delicious food, kid-friendly restaurant side, you can sit outside looking over the water and enjoy a spectacular view. 

Some early History: La Conner is nestled on the delta near the mouth of the Skagit River. Swinomish was the original name when it was founded in the early 1860s. The name changed to La Conner in the 1870s after the town and 70 acres of land were deeded to John Conner for only $500. Conner renamed the town after his wife, Louisa A. Conner. 

 La Conner is the oldest community in Skagit County. The first non-native settlers came right after the Civil War, including Alexander Underwood, Michael Sullivan, Sam Calhoun, and A.G. Tillinghast. 

In 1869, John Conner bought the trading post built by John Hayes on the west side of the Swinomish Slough and set up a post office. For a time, La Conner even served as the county seat before Mount Vernon took over. 

After the early settlers diked hundreds of acres of land, creating farmland that surpassed per-acre yields around the world, it became a popular farm community and a hub for steamers carrying freight and passengers from Seattle. The population grew quickly due to La Conner’s proximity to the river. Logging and fishing lured people in until the Great Depression. 

Artists flocked to La Conner in the 1940s, drawn by the breathtakingly scenic landscape and unique light. The nature-inspired them to put a paintbrush to canvas. Some artists were leaders of the Northwest School of Art. With the artists came more tourists. By the 1970s, tourists from all around the world came for the Tulip Festival, the art galleries, the museums, the restaurants, the history, shopping, and to see the Rainbow Bridge. Some came for the old-fashioned feel. Others for peace. 























2026:   La Conner is a favorite town to visit if you want to watch the waterfront or enjoy fine restaurants, inns, and bed & breakfasts. You can also enjoy the natural beauty and wildlife, including birdwatching. La Conner is the wintering grounds for swans and Canada geese. The fertile farmlands continue to produce food and seed crops. Other facts: La Conner is on the National Registry of Historic Places. The Civic Garden Club was the first courthouse north of Seattle. New Series Check out my new series “Snooper’s Coopers!” Amazon.com/dp/B0GSS9CW9X Follow me on Facebook, @ruthielmanier Instagram BookBub Website, ruthielmanierbooks.com Xoxoxo

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

To Whom it may concern.

 

 On occasion, I still have a little trouble 
               with the who vs whom scenario.

                                I found this information helpful.

If you can respond to the question with “he/she,” use who.
        “Who went to the store today?" 
                "He went to the store today.” 
 
If you can respond with “him/her,” use whom.
         “With whom are you going on your date?" 
                    "I’m going with him.”     
                 
"To whom it may concern." "It may concern him." 
  
            Remember, who ends with a vowel, like he/she 
                      and whom ends with M like him.
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Then there is weather, whether, and wether.
Weather: the atmospheric condition. 
Whether: expressing a doubt or choice between alternatives.
Wether: a castrated male goat. 
                                                  Cupid
        In Break Heart Canyon
my heroine, Una MacLaren,
                            raises Angora goats. 
                                   
Precious 
                                

Break Heart Canyon Winner of best historical romance of the year from Colorado Authors' League. 

Blurb:
  Unearthing artifacts in Colorado sounded like easy money to Ryker Landry. Then he met the woman who owned the land. 
   Una MacLaren vows no fortune hunter will desecrate the ancient relics of BreakHeart Canyon—even if the man is a handsome scoundrel. Fighting to keep her goat farm afloat as local cattlemen hatch deadly schemes to make sure she fails, Una has enough to worry about. 
     Captivated by the courageous redhead, Ryker joins forces with Una and her deerhound, MacTavish. But what does he desire most—the woman or the artifacts? 
    When the mythical white cougar again prowls the rocky cliffs, the legend of BreakHeart Canyon draws them into a web of danger. Now only daring and blind trust can save them. 
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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

The Knight Ranch - Weston and Callie




Weston Knight came home, leaving behind a promising military career to take over the ranch after his father’s passing. As the oldest, it fell on his shoulders to keep things together, even as the books bled red around him. Year after year, they slip a little further behind. He does his best to keep it from the town, and from his family, but secrets don’t stay buried long. Not in a place like Stone Ridge.

Small towns come with complications you don’t see anywhere else. The dating pool? Let’s just say most of the good ones have already paired off. And Weston… he’s not the kind of man who settles. The more I get to know this broody cowboy, the more I realize he’s not looking for easy. He needs something deeper. Someone who can meet him where he stands and not flinch.

I’m still learning what kind of love shaped him, but right now I’m leaning toward this—a father who worked too hard and left nothing for anyone else, and a mother who loved fiercely enough to try and fill in the gaps.

Which means Weston grew up knowing what responsibility looks like… and what it costs.

So it’s not something he’s looking for. He’d never put anyone through what he watched his mom go through. She loved his dad and there were happy moments but his father was always busy. He paid attention to the boys when they offered something he valued. Weston never felt good enough even though all he did was work by his father’s side from the day he was old enough to drive a tractor. Maverick hid his artistic talents because dad said it wouldn’t go anywhere and no one got anywhere unless they worked for it and well Colter, was Colter. 

And that’s where my girls come in.

Not all of my female main characters are plus size, but as someone who has spent most of her life in that space (and who to this day will never say no to tacos), I love writing women who feel real. Women who take up space, who own it, and who are deeply, fiercely loved because of it, not in spite of it. 

Callie is one of those women.

She’s stepping away from the noise, from the constant push and pull of city life, and from a relationship that left her feeling like she was always coming in second. Fresh off a breakup with a man who was far too invested in himself, she heads to visit her best friend in Stone Ridge.

(Yes, that Stone Ridge. A little nod to Ridge Ranch for those who’ve been here a while.)

What she finds there isn’t just a change of scenery. It’s a shift in perspective. A reminder that life doesn’t have to be lived in the fast lane, fueled by espresso and deadlines. Sometimes it’s slower. Messier. Quieter.

And sometimes… it’s exactly what you need.

Especially when it puts you directly in the path of a man who’s convinced love only ever costs too much.

The first two chapters are where we meet most of our main players, and things kick off a little messy… the way all good stories should.

Chapter one opens with Callie learning that her boyfriend—now very much an ex—has betrayed her. Not only did he steal one of her ideas, he passed it off as his own, costing her a promotion she’d worked hard for.

Let that be your reminder: dating where you work is a gamble. Sometimes you win… and sometimes you get your idea stolen and your heart handed back in pieces.

Enter Piper. Best friends since college, voice of reason, occasional chaos agent.

She suggests Callie get out of the city, clear her head, and come stay with her for a bit. It takes some convincing (and probably a little emotional arm-twisting), but eventually Callie agrees and heads for the country.

And because I like to keep things interesting…and because I can.

By the end of the chapter, Callie walks in on Piper and Colter going at it over the kitchen counter.

Let’s just say… we might be planting a few seeds for Colter’s story while we’re at it. We’re going to get to know Colter along the way, very well. 

Chapter Two is where we meet Mrs. Knight. She’s the heart of the Knight family and a force all her own. I can’t wait for you to get to know her. She’s the kind of woman who sees straight through you, whether you’re ready for it or not.

She knows Weston’s carrying something heavy before he ever says a word. But of course, Weston being Weston… he doesn’t say a word and she being who she is, doesn’t push. He’ll come to her when he’s ready.

Instead, he shuts down and walks out. Out of all three boys, he’s the most like his father, and he knows it. Maybe that’s exactly why he’s sworn off relationships. He’s seen what that kind of life costs, and he’s not willing to risk it.

Unfortunately for him, the ranch doesn’t slow down just because he’s in his feelings.

It’s pumpkin patch field trip day, which means chaos, kids, and more responsibility than one person should probably handle before coffee. It’s all hands on deck. Even Colter makes a surprise appearance—no warning, no call, just suddenly there like he never left. He’s bouncing between rodeos, but he shows up when it matters.

Weston won’t say it out loud, but he’s glad for the help.

Maverick gets mentioned too—the brother who isn’t there but always is in some way. Even stationed overseas, he finds ways to carry part of the load. That’s just who the Knights are.

And then… the meet cute.

Because you know I couldn’t resist.

Piper is there with her preschool class, and one of her students—a shy little thing—takes one look at Callie and decides she’s hers for the day. 

And wouldn’t you know it… Weston’s the one driving the tractor because someone called in sick and well, there’s a job to do.

So now we’ve got a stubborn cowboy, a guarded city girl, and a tiny human with pigtails, refusing to let go of Callie’s hand.

Tell me that isn’t the perfect setup.

I love a good meet cute. Sometimes they happen on page one. Sometimes they take their sweet time. In Saving Maddie, for example, those characters knew of each other, even talked on the phone, but didn’t actually meet until several chapters in. Because that’s what their story needed.

That’s the thing about writing for me. Yes, I outline. I like having a roadmap.

But my characters? They treat it more like a suggestion.

I might think I know exactly how Weston and Callie’s story is going to go. What pulls them apart, what brings them back together but I’ve learned not to get too comfortable. They tend to have opinions. Strong ones.

And honestly? That’s what keeps it fun.

So tell me, what do you want to hear about next?
A specific character? A place on the ranch? My writing process?

I’m an open book and so are most of my characters.