With: Terry Odell
Congratulations to "JoAn V.", the winner in Terry's giveaway. Thank you to all who participated!
I’m so excited to be back to tell you about the release of In Dire Straits, the third book in my Triple-D Ranch romantic suspense series. When I was here last, talking about In Deep Trouble, I mentioned I had booked a week on a Colorado cattle ranch, all in the name of research. I have to say, that was one of the best things I’ve ever done researching a book.
First, the ranch’s slogan is “Where the Guests Are the Cowboys” and they weren’t kidding. They’re a working cattle ranch and they put you to work on day one. You’re assigned a horse based on your experience, and every morning before breakfast you’re up at the paddock brushing and saddling your mount. I had two that week—Sally, my first, was in heat so on the second day, she was given the rest of the week off and I was assigned to Dillon.
There were only 6 guests that week, and 4 were ‘repeaters’ so my husband (who had never been on a horse) and I (who hadn’t been on one since I was 12) went out with one of the wranglers so he could give us tips and make sure we were doing all right. Of course, I was busy asking him questions about ranching, and he was most helpful in answering.
After lunch, having determined we were able to stay in the saddle, we joined the rest of the group and began doing real ranch work. A lot of what we did was move cattle from one pasture to another, check for new calves, and check for any animals that looked distressed in any way. There were lessons on cutting and roping after the day’s cattle working was done.
All in all, I have a much greater appreciation for what the hands on the Triple-D do every day. They made be fictional characters, but they’ve got a strong foothold in reality.
When there’s trouble, he has your back.
For Tim Halloran, Army Ranger turned Colorado cowboy, a simple life on a cattle ranch with no strings is his idea of perfection. Ranching lets him forget his haunting wartime experiences as an army sniper, and being the ranch clown is his coping mechanism. Bad jokes and a love ’em and leave ’em lifestyle make his world turn. Rebecca Morgan soon has his world spinning in another direction. Little does he know, the secrets she’s hiding will turn his life upside down. What will he give up to keep her safe—even if it turns out to be Rebecca?
Rebecca Morgan needs to land a high-paying job to help cover her young nephew’s medical expenses. She’s confident once she completes a culinary school course, she’ll find a job as a private chef for the rich and famous in the Big Apple. An impoverished cowboy is not part of her dreams. But when her ex comes back into her life, threatening her family, Rebecca will stop at nothing to thwart his plans. Will she accept her ex’s demands for her nephew’s sake? Or will she find happiness with a wisecracking cowhand?
As she drove past the ranch house, Rebecca slowed as a man using crutches seemed to be having trouble getting to a pickup truck. She looked again. Tim? What had happened? She had vague recollections of him favoring one leg when they’d worked together Sunday, but his limp hadn’t seemed crutch-worthy.
She slowed. He turned at her approach, and a crutch slipped on the icy ground, landing him on his backside. Even with her car windows closed and the heater blowing, his curse words came through loud and clear. She stopped, and got out of the car. “Are you all right?”
He stayed where he was for a good long moment, and the tension in his face answered her question.
“Let me help you,” she said, and picked up his fallen crutches.
He gazed at her, a smile curving at his lips even as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Hey, Rebecca. Guess you’re used to men throwing themselves at your feet.”
She tossed her head in exasperation. Did this man ever say anything without turning it into a joke? “You’d be the first—at least to do so literally.” She extended the crutches. He’d chosen a sizeable patch of ice to land in, and she realized that maneuvering himself up using the crutches wasn’t going to work.
He must have realized it as well, because he took one crutch and held out his hand. “Think you can get me to the porch where I can regroup?”
Farm life and carrying heavy drink trays had kept her upper body toned, so she helped him to his feet, supporting as much of his weight as she could manage as he hobbled to the porch. He grabbed the rail, turned around, and lowered himself to the second step, his right leg extended in front of him. She retrieved his second crutch, then sat beside him. He wore sweatpants and low-cut slip-on work shoes, not jeans and cowboy boots. No cowboy hat, either. He smelled good, too. Not that she cared, but there was no aura of manure hovering over him. Only soap and maleness.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Cow kicked me.” He tugged up the leg of his sweatpants and displayed a bandaged shin and a wrapped knee. “Cracked my fibula—that’s a little semi-useless bone in the shin. Got a piece of my ankle, but it’s my twisted knee causing the problems.” He massaged it gently and hissed in a breath.
“Should you even be walking around?”
He gave her another cockeyed grin. “I’m sitting, not walking.”
Despite his grins, he was clearly in pain. “Can I give you a lift somewhere?”
Why had she volunteered? There were cowboys galore out here, and they’d take care of one of their own, wouldn’t they?
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