Showing posts with label #ChristmasCowboy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #ChristmasCowboy. Show all posts

Monday, December 9, 2024

Free Christmas eBook short read by Jan Scarbrough

 

Several years ago, I wrote a short Christmas novella called Hank. This guy was a recurring character in my Dawsons of Montana series, but I needed him for the hero of my next series Ghost Mountain Ranch.

 

Now until December 30, 2024, you can grab a copy of this Christmas short read from BookFunnel. Just click this link: https://BookHip.com/SCLSPMA

 

Blurb

Hank brings two romantic series together: The Dawsons of Montana and Ghost Mountain Ranch!

 

Christmastime at the Six Buckles Guest Ranch. Hank, the Dawson’s trusted wrangler, nurses a broken heart after Liz’s marriage to Chaz. Ashleigh, Chaz’s daughter, is new to ranch life. Can she survive the results of her bad judgement and make a home with her father’s new in-laws?

 

On Christmas Eve, Hank accepts the job of ranch foreman over the mountains in the Gallatin Canyon. But something dark is happening at the Ghost Mountain Ranch, where the past is reaching out in dangerous ways to haunt the living.


Chapter One

 Six Buckles Guest Ranch

December 2018

 

Hank Slade rested a forearm on his saddle horn and leaned against it. He peered through the ears of his horse across the valley shrouded in a mantle of snow that stretched out below him. Sagebrush, still smelling pungent and sweet despite the weather, poked through the otherwise unbroken, white landscape. Warmer air from the creek-fed lake generated a ghostly haze in the valley so that the ranch cabins, lodge, and outbuildings appeared cloaked, as if hiding from the world.

Just like Hank wanted to do—hide—or, better yet, run away.

That morning, after plowing the snow from the gravel road to the county highway, he’d ridden up the cleared road behind the lodge on his favorite horse simply to get away. He was a cowboy and wrangler, a stock man who had tended the Dawson cattle and then dude ranch horses for almost twenty-five years. Trouble was, he had nowhere else to go. No real place of his own. No living family. The ranch was his only home and the Dawsons his only family ever since the patriarch Jim Dawson had given him a job when he was thirty and fresh out of the army.

The first Mrs. Dawson had been alive then. Bonnie was the mother of the oldest child Ben. She’d embodied everything a good wife and mother should be, but, as in many things beautiful and perfect, death took her early, throwing the ranch—its real family and extended family—into a tailspin of grief and despair.

But it wasn’t long before Liz came into everyone’s lives. Poor Jim had not known what had hit him, falling hard for a divorced mother with baggage—a ten-year-old son named Brody Caldera. Jim had been riddled with guilt at first, and probably for years after their wedding. Ben had resented a new stepmother, particularly one as young and beautiful as Liz, so soon after his mother’s death. But things have a way of happening for a reason. Baby Mercer was the unexpected cause of a happy marriage that lasted until Jim’s untimely death from a riding accident almost two years earlier.

But if things happen for a reason, why do bad things happen to good people?

That was a question Hank could not answer. He was merely a wrangler, not a philosopher or theologian. He dealt with the everyday care of living creatures. He handled routine. Day in and day out, he fed and watered stock, tended hooves and fresh cuts, brushed manes and tails, cleaned and fixed saddles and bridles, mucked stalls, and in the summer saddled horses for city dudes and guided them into the mountains so they could enjoy the beauty of Montana.

His life was simple. His only pleasure, his guitar and a few songs around the summer campfire. He enjoyed the accolades of the ranch guests. He enjoyed helping them mount a steady quarter horse and laughed with them when they dismounted, sore from using muscles never exercised when sitting behind a computer screen. And he loved the Dawsons—from watching the older children grow, to teaching Mercer to ride and rope, to showing Livy—Brody and Stef’s daughter—how to care for her new pony. He’d lived through the tragedy of Bonnie’s and then Jim’s deaths. The Dawsons’ happiness was his happiness. Their sadness, his.

He just didn’t know how he could live through Liz’s remarriage.


Dawsons of Montana series

Brody https://books2read.com/Brody-DofM

Mercer https://books2read.com/Mercer-DofM

Liz https://books2read.com/Liz-DofM

Ben https://books2read.com/Ben-DofM

 

Ghost Mountain Ranch series  

Darby https://books2read.com/Darby

Slade https://books2read.com/SladeGhostMountain

Kelsey https://books2read.com/Kelsey

 


 

 

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund



In 2012, my husband and I were sitting in the airport in Las Vegas waiting for our flight home. We'd been in town for National Finals Rodeo. As we sat there, observing a sea of cowboy hats coming and going from others also in town for the event, the idea for a new book hit me. 

What if there was an executive-type woman who met a rodeo cowboy at the airport? 

By the time we landed at home, I had an outline for the story and couldn't wait to start writing it. 


As I was researching details for  The Christmas Cowboy (the first book in the Rodeo Romance series), I needed to know how much medical care an injured cowboy would receive at a rodeo versus going to the hospital. In the story, the hero is a saddle bronc rider named Tate who sustains a serious injury at a rodeo.

In an attempt to get my facts straight for the story, I reached out to the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®.

Through mobile medical centers, they provide care at more than 125 PRCA rodeos annually. Their responses to my questions were extremely helpful and that was when I first learned about the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. 


The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period. The JCCF steps in and steps up, offering support to injured cowboys until they can get back on their feet and back to competing. The JCCF also dedicate one hundred percent of all contributions received for disbursement to eligible applicants without any administrative fees being subtracted. When you donate $1, that whole dollar goes directly into the fund.

Founded in 1990 by the Justin Boot Company in partnership with the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association and the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) and the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association (WPRA) the fund was granted 501-C3 status as a non-profit charity organization in 1991. To date, the JCCF has awarded nearly $8 million in need-based financial assistance to almost 1,100 injured rodeo athletes and their families. Among those who serve on the board are recording artist Charlie Daniels, Professional Baseball Hall of Famer Nolan Ryan, and former Dallas Cowboy star Walt Garrison.

I was so impressed with the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®, I wanted to do a little something in return to express my gratitude. So, I launched a campaign to donate a portion of my book sales to the JCCF during the month of December.

In 2015, I added the month of November to my promotion, including two months to raise funds for JCCF. Then I moved up the donation period to begin October 1. 

My eighth Read a Book, Help A Cowboy campaign is in full swing and run through Christmas Eve. 
Through my campaign, I strive to raise funds and awareness for the JCCF. During the campaign period, I donate ten percent of the net proceeds for ALL my book sales to the JCCF. Book sales include digital books, paperback and hardback books, audio books, and even Kindle Unlimited pages read! 

If you enjoy rodeos and the cowboys who make them possible (or reading about them in books), I hope you’ll consider supporting the JCCF. It’s a great organization that really does make a difference when these cowboys are injured and one thing that's particularly wonderful about them is that every penny donated goes into the fund, not toward administrative expenses.


To help kick things off, I have the first three books in my Rodeo Romance series available in a boxed set, and for a limited time, the set is on sale for just 99 cents! 


Or read the newly released Remembering Christmas, book 9 in the series!

Thank you for your help in supporting the JCCF! You can read more about the campaign here on my website: https://shannahatfield.com/give-back/








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Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Read a Book, Help A Cowboy

by Shanna Hatfield

Today kicks off my sixth annual Read a Book, Help a Cowboy Campaign! Yeehaw!


JCCF_2017 REVISED 10-04-17.jpgToday through December 24,  ten percent of the net proceeds from any Shanna Hatfield book purchase are donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund.
The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period. The JCCF steps in and steps up, offering support to injured cowboys until they can get back on their feet and back to competing.  The JCCF also dedicate one hundred percent of all contributions received for disbursement to eligible applicants without any administrative fees being subtracted. When you donate $1, that whole dollar goes directly into the fund.

Founded in 1990 by the Justin Boot Company in partnership with the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association and the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) and the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association (WPRA) the fund was granted 501-C3 status as a non-profit charity organization in 1991. To date, the JCCF has awarded nearly $8 million in need-based financial assistance to almost 1,100 injured rodeo athletes and their families. Among those who serve on the board are recording artist Charlie Daniels, Professional Baseball Hall of Famer Nolan Ryan, and former Dallas Cowboy star Walt Garrison.
Back in 2013, I was researching details for The Christmas Cowboy, the first book in the Rodeo Romance series.
I wanted to know how much medical care an injured cowboy would receive at a rodeo versus going to the hospital.
In the story, the hero is a saddle bronc rider named Tate who sustains an injury at a rodeo.
In an attempt to get my facts straight for the story, I reached out to the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®. Through mobile medical centers, they provide care at more than 125 PRCA rodeos annually.  Their responses to my questions were extremely helpful and that was when I first learned about the JCCF. I was so impressed with the Justin Sportsmedicine Team®, I wanted to do a little something in return to express my gratitude.
So I launched a campaign to donate a portion of my book sales to the JCCF during the month of December.
In 2015, I added the month of November to my promotion, including two months to raise funds for JCCF. This year, I’m extending the promotion period for my Read a Book, Help a Cowboy campaign to begin today, October 1!
If you enjoy rodeos and the cowboys who make them possible (or reading about them in books), I hope you’ll take a look at the JCCF. It’s a great organization that really does make a difference when these cowboys are injured.
And I hope you’ll take a look at my books, too!
You can find my books in digital, paperback, hardback, and audio formats. I write sweet historical and contemporary romance, rural humor, and I’ve also written a children’s book, cookbooks, and entertaining guides.

A new book that officially releases tomorrow (but just happens to be available today!), is A Cowboy Christmas. It features more than 70 recipes with full color photos, holiday how-tos, entertaining tips, gift and decorating ideas. 
It also has nine interviews with rodeo and ranch families and four of them know first-hand how incredible the JCCF can be when a cowboy is injured. 
Here's a recipe from the cookbook:

Chocolate Chex Trees

These yummy and adorable trees are so simple to make and a great project if you have kids at home who need something to do. Set them on a disposable plate, foil-wrapped piece of cardboard, or a large sugar cookie wrapped in cellophane for gift-giving!
Yield: Makes 6 trees

Ingredients:
3 cups Chex Chocolate cereal
6 pretzel sticks (the thick kind, made for dipping)
½ cup peanut butter
¼ cup Nutella
3 tablespoons butter, softened
1 cup powdered sugar

Directions:
Mix the peanut but­ter, Nutella, but­ter, and pow­dered sugar in a bowl.
On whatever you plan to use for a base, mold the peanut butter mixture around the pretzel stick until it stands upright and forms a slight cone shape.
Hold it steady by using the tip of the pret­zel as a han­dle and begin insert­ing pieces of cereal into the peanut but­ter mix­ture in a sym­met­ri­cal pat­tern around the stick. You can tip the cereal pieces up or down, depending on your personal preference. Add more cereal pieces, stag­ger­ing them as you move upward, until you get near the top.
For the top of the tree, use broken pieces or cut them in half to get the smaller scale of branches near the top.
Use two pieces of cereal back to back to form the top.
Dust with powdered sugar. 

USA Today bestselling author Shanna Hatfield is a farm girl who loves to write. Her sweet historical and contemporary romances are filled with sarcasm, humor, hope, and hunky heroes. When Shanna isn’t dreaming up unforgettable characters, twisting plots, or covertly seeking dark, decadent chocolate, she hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

The Friendly Beasts of Faraday

by Shanna Hatfield

There are times when I have way too much fun dreaming up new stories and writing them.

Such was the case with my brand new sweet holiday series — The Friendly Beasts of Faraday.  Set in a fictional town in Oregon, the books were inspired by the Christmas carol The Friendly Beasts.

These four romances are fun! Honest! And full of laughter, goofy, scheming animals, and couples who will just touch your heart.





She needed a change of pace. . .

No one said anything about a friendly camel or a hunky mechanic

* Scent of Cedar (Book 1) - A woman in need of a new beginning finds herself tormented by a camel and captivated by the town's bad boy. Can she overcome her fears to embrace a sweet holiday romance? 





Will a donkey, an adorable puppy, 

and a big-hearted man

Prove tidings of Joy last beyond the holiday season? 

* Tidings of Joy (Book 2)- Only one woman can draw a shy mail carrier out of his shell, but it will take the help of her donkey and puppy to make it happen. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K813H3M/



He’d never met a more annoying woman. . .


She’d never met a more intriguing man

* Boughs of Holly (Book 3)- A free-spirited nurse winds up on a ranch with a stubborn cowboy and his matchmaking grandpa. Will love triumph over her need to roam? https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K8RGNKK/





The last thing she needs is a romance 


The first thing he intends to do is make her fall in love 

* Wings of an Angel  (Book 4) - Will a fun-loving teacher convince a woman sworn off romance to give love a second chance? He'll need a hand from her son and his furry, feathered friends. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07K8R6VQ1/



And just a reminder:

November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all my book sales will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period.

I decided to donate to JCCF after writing the first book in the sweet Rodeo Romance series that centers around rodeo athletes. Now in the fifth year, the Read a Book, Help a Cowboy campaign generates funds through book sales made during the holiday season and raises awareness about JCCF.  For more details about the campaign, please visit my website:





After spending her formative years on a farm in eastern Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes.
When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna loves to hear from readers. Follow her online at:
Find Shanna’s books at:

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Romance in the Golden Years

by Shanna Hatfield

I enjoy writing about non-typical, nontraditional couples. Once in a while, I even have fun making the couple older.

Such was the case when I created a story for the Christmas in Romance series, releasing next month.

I mean, how fun is it to take two septuagenarians, and have them all in love?

Last year, I worked with a group of awesome authors to bring readers Fall Into Romance, a collection of sweet novellas all set in the fictional town of Romance, Oregon.

Six of us decided to join forces and create a Christmas series of novellas.

CIR meme with covers
Celebrate Christmas in Romance
Between odd animals, lost loves, second chances, hidden identities, a secret Santa, and bickering senior citizens, it might just take a miracle to bring everyone a happily-ever-after for the holidays.
The books release on consecutive days, beginning November 1 with my story.
 Sleigh Bells Ring Meme
You’re never too old to fall in love . . .
Will two over-the-hill neighbors embrace a holiday romance?
Rancher Jess Milne lost his wife years ago, but he’s finally ready to give love a second chance. It’s a shame the one woman in Romance who captures his interest is a prickly, wasp-tongued she-devil. She used to be one of his closest friends until he asked her out. Her vocal, vehement refusal made her thoughts on dating him crystal clear. Despite her animosity, Jess can’t help but be attracted to her fire and spirit.
Widowed more than ten years, Doris Grundy tries to convince herself she’s content with her life. Her recently married grandson and his wife bring her joy. The ranch she’s lived on since she was a young bride gives her purpose. She’s an active member of their close-knit community. But the old coot who lives down the road continually invades her thoughts, keeping her from having any peace. Doris will be the last to admit she longs for the love and affection of her handsome neighbor.
When the two of them are unexpectedly thrown together, will they find a little holiday spirit and allow the love of the season to ring in their hearts?

Here's a little teaser:
“What do you think this is, Fort Knox? Last I knew, you don’t have anything so precious in this house you have to keep every dang door locked.”

The loud, irritated voice accompanying the slamming of the back door jolted Jess out of his slumber.

Startled, he sat up so abruptly he bumped his knee against the coffee table. He sucked in a gulp of acute pain and swallowed down a few words Janet would take him to task for saying.

More banging from the kitchen drew his gaze toward the doorway. While he’d slept, the formidable Doris Grundy had arrived.

“What’s your problem?” he hollered and waited for the nausea that accompanied the pain to recede before he grabbed his walker and hauled himself to his feet.

He’d taken one step toward the kitchen when Doris appeared in the doorway, unwinding a dark red scarf from around her neck. Jess did his best to ignore her rosy cheeks and the light sparkling in her gorgeous blue eyes. He’d always thought Doris had the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen.

“I had to drag the bench by the back door over to where you have the spare key hidden in the rafters of the porch. Why have you got all the doors locked? Afraid someone will come in here and put you out of your misery?” Doris asked. She marched back into the kitchen before he could answer.

Apparently, she wasn’t yet ready to put aside their differences and be on civil terms. Well, two could play that game. The promise he’d made to Janet to attempt to be nice to Doris crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. The woman was more snappish than a testy turtle.

“Why didn’t you just fly your broom up there and grab it?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. Although he kept his tone friendly, she spun around and snarled at him after tossing her outerwear on a chair at the table.

Jess barely suppressed a chuckle.
She took containers out of a basket and set them on the counter. “Are you hungry or not? I’ve got better things to do than mollycoddle a senile ol’ donkey like you.” 
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After spending her formative years on a farm in eastern Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes.
When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
Shanna loves to hear from readers. Follow her online at:
Find Shanna’s books at:


Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Cowboy Christmas in July


Tis the season for Christmas - Cowboy Christmas, that is.

Not for mistletoe and sleigh bells, or hot chocolate (unless it is frozen), but for mad dashes across the country as rodeo athletes seek to increase their chances for qualifying at the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo this December in Las Vegas as well as earn additional income.

Typically, rodeos around the 4th of July pay more than the rest of the year. And there are a plethora of rodeos for contestants to choose from. 

Because of this frenetic, hectic season with the opportunities for big payouts and solidifying the possibility of competing in Vegas, it's referred to as Cowboy Christmas. 

Cowboys who go all-in this week might compete in Prescott, Arizona at the world's oldest rodeo during Prescott Frontier Days. The dust in the arena might not even have settled from their ride before they are back on the road. Those who travel to my home state of Oregon will find to PRCA sanctioned rodeos just about thirty minutes apart with staggered start times. Cowboy can ride in Molalla then buzz to St. Paul to compete (sometimes with seconds to spare). 

They might be in Greeley, Colorado, or Cody, Wyoming, or Red Lodge, Montana before heading up into Canada for the Calgary Stampede - an event that might equate to some cowboys like Ralphie getting his Red Ryder air rifle on A Christmas Story.

Winnings earned at the Calgary Stampede don't count toward PRCA season standings, but they are rich. A win there could mean thousands of dollars to a cowboy for his ride.


Those who compete push their bodies to the limits, often living on the road for days at a time, grabbing sleep and showers intermittently. They test their skills to the extreme. 

In spite of the injuries, sleep deprivation, endless miles, and no scores, the possibilities of winning and the thrill of competing keep them going.


Read about rodeo cowboys, their adventures in competing, and the women who can't help but fall for them in my Rodeo Romances series!

Start with The Christmas Cowboy. 



After spending her formative years on a farm in eastern Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes. When this USA Today bestselling author isn’t writing or covertly hiding decadent chocolate from the other occupants of her home, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.

Shanna loves to hear from readers. Follow her online at:


Tuesday, December 19, 2017

A Cowboy Writes to His Sweetheart at Christmas

By Heather Blanton

This is a letter from my collection. I have no information on the author or the folks he references, no last names, location, nothing. I don't know who Mary and Charlie were, but I hope they never spent another Christmas apart. I have left the letter as-is verbatim, though I did clean up some spelling. I am struck by Charlie's vivid imagery. But back then, letter writing was an art. He seems to just let his heart and his mind wander dreamily. At least that's my impression. What's yours?  Merry Christmas, y'all!


December 26, 1881

My dearest Mary,

 You asked me to tell you how we spent Christmas on the ranch. I venture to guess, it was a far cry from how you spent yours in New York City. I can just see you in the December twilight, hurrying down the snowy sidewalk, your silk hem leaving swirly prints in the powder like little snakes, your dainty black books becoming wet and shiny as you bustle about. Then you dashed up the stairs to your brother’s brownstone to enjoy hot chocolate, the embraces of your family, and a true smorgasbord of food. I bet you had ham and goose, maybe even pheasant. Fresh fruits and vegetables. And desserts. Not just pies, either, but cookies and candy, because sugar is plentiful in the city.

You decorated your tree with delicate glass ornaments, glistening tin cut-outs, perhaps white porcelain stars? You hung presents on the tree as well--store-bought presents. I can imagine the pearl necklace from your parents only pales in comparison to your beauty.

On the ranch, things were different as different can be. I rode fence Christmas Eve. The wind howled and the snow fell in blustery, biting swirls. The air was so frigid it liked to have froze me to death. If not for the fence, I most likely would have lost my way more than once. Upon my return, I can say I was never so glad to see the warm glow of the bunkhouse windows.

Us fellas gathered Christmas Eve night in Mr. Chester’s parlor. Mrs. Chester and the two little girls did a fine job of decorating the tree with popcorn, red ribbons, cookie dough ornaments, and some holly berries. The family then presented all us hands with new neckerchiefs, wool socks knitted by Mrs. Chester’s sweet hands, and our own plate of butter cookies. Much to my surprise and delight, Mr. Chester promoted me to foreman as Jack has given his notice and will be leaving in a few weeks. To celebrate the occasion, Mr. Chester presented me with a new lariat. I am very gratified by this change in my status, Mary, for reasons you may deduce.

The boys and I went back to the bunkhouse and exchanged a few gifts. Pete. S. gave me a fine buck knife from his collection, and I gave him a pair of my spurs. I am ashamed to say I had lamented the gift a little until I was told of the promotion. The jump in pay will much ease the loss of the spurs. I suppose, though, a gift that is easy to give is not much of a gift.

I have several small gifts waiting here for you when you return, and one of greater import. We shall have Christmas in January, you and I, and celebrate not only the season that has passed but a bright and sparkling future. Especially so now. If you see things the way I see them, that is.

I cannot tell you how empty Christmas was without you, Mary, and I hope never to be parted from you again. That is bold of me to say. You know my heart, though, the words I long to say, the dreams I hope to share with you.

I can only say in this letter that I hope you will hurry home.

With deepest affection,


Charlie