Her Mistletoe Cowboy is the second in my
Wildflower Ranch series and follows on from my rodeo story Cherish Me, Cowboy.
The third book, Her Big Sky Cowboy, will be out in January 2015.
Her Mistletoe Cowboy is a story about
hope, redemption and the magic of Christmas. It also features plenty of festive
food. Just like my character, Ivy Bishop, it is a family tradition to cook and
this Christmas my kids can’t wait to try some of the new recipes I found while
researching Her Mistletoe Cowboy.
In my family it is also a tradition to
sprinkle ‘reindeer food’ on the lawn Christmas Eve. Even though my children are
now older they still enjoy making the recipe below:
1/3
cup oatmeal
2
tablespoons glitter
Mix
together in a small zip lox or plastic bag and tie with a festive ribbon.
Give
away as gifts or sprinkle on your own lawn.
This
verse can be printed and attached to bag:
Be sure to take this food
and sprinkle on the lawn.
On Christmas Eve Santa’s
reindeer travel miles before dawn.
The smell of oats and shining
path will guide them on their way.
And you’ll wake up to
Santa’s gifts next morn on Christmas Day.
I’d love to hear what your family may have
as a special Christmas tradition.
Blurb for Her Mistletoe Cowboy:
Corporate
analyst, Ivy Bishop, intends spending Christmas holed up in an isolated Montana
ranch house with only an abandoned puppy for company. When the festive season
ends her broken heart might just have had just enough time to heal.
Ex-rodeo rider, Rhett Dixon, has put his playing days behind him. He has something to prove. Despite being the first son in three generations of ranchers, he is determined to succeed in ranching on his own merits.
But when Rhett’s new neighbor proves to be far-too-pretty and far-too-compassionate, his single-minded focus deserts him. And the more time Ivy spends with the workaholic, blue-eyed cowboy next door the more she realizes her heart isn’t actually broken – yet.
Ex-rodeo rider, Rhett Dixon, has put his playing days behind him. He has something to prove. Despite being the first son in three generations of ranchers, he is determined to succeed in ranching on his own merits.
But when Rhett’s new neighbor proves to be far-too-pretty and far-too-compassionate, his single-minded focus deserts him. And the more time Ivy spends with the workaholic, blue-eyed cowboy next door the more she realizes her heart isn’t actually broken – yet.
And here's a quick excerpt:
He had company.
The crunch of snow
behind Rhett Dixon confirmed what the flicker of the bay mare’s ears told him.
He wasn’t alone. He finished tickling the sweet spot on the horse’s neck as she
rubbed her head against his jacket. Faithful old Cherry loved her daily
scratch.
From over his shoulder,
the icy breeze brought the faint scent of vanilla. He frowned. His unexpected
visitor was female. But it couldn’t be his childhood friend, Payton Hollis.
Perfume wasn’t exactly on the working cowgirl’s ‘must wear’ list. It also
couldn’t be his sisters. Peta and Kendall now phoned before they’d arrived to
make sure he’d have a fire lit. He hadn’t heard the last of their complaints
that they’d gotten frostbite from his arctic log cabin.
The mare, happy she’d
been spoilt enough, lowered her head to the hay Rhett had delivered. He glanced
at the big buckskin gelding to his left and, satisfied Tucker wouldn’t poach
Cherry’s portion, he eased the weight off his right leg readying to turn. The
twinge in his knee reminded him why he lived on a high-country ranch so
isolated he’d only ever had two visitors. Well, if his sisters even counted as
guests.
He turned.
The ache in his knee
faded. The cold biting his cheeks receded. The grief that never left him,
dulled.
Yes, his visitor was
female. But not local.
His breath expelled in
a dense, white cloud.
She was also …
beautiful. Knock the wind from your chest beautiful.
And cold.
Her arms hugged her
torso and snow glistened on the fawn-brown hair that fell from beneath her
fur-trimmed hood. Lips, that should have been pink, were pale, and from the
shadows beneath her eyes he wondered if something else besides the glacial
temperature leached her of both warmth and color.
He made his way through the wooden gate toward
the stranger.
“Hi there.” His gloved
hands flicked over the buttons on his sheepskin jacket. “It’s not the best day
to be out and about.”
The woman might be
wearing a long black jacket but thanks to his sisters he knew the thin outer
wear was more of a fashion item than functional.
“Hi. Yes, I know. My
feet feel like two ice bricks.” She shifted from one high-heeled black boot to
the other in an attempt to beat the cold seeping through her thin soles. “Sorry
to bother you, but I need a hand.”
Her smooth and cultured
words confirmed she should be in a heated city condominium and not out in the
winter weather of the Montana mountains.
Rhett shrugged out of
his coat. Ignoring the wind gust that delved beneath the collar of his thick
plaid shirt, he offered the woman his jacket.
“No problem. Here …
take this. Has your car broken down?”
She shook her head and
made no effort to unfold her arms and take the coat. It hung suspended between
them. Used to stubborn sisters, without thought he stepped nearer and draped it
around her.
Big mistake.
He was so close he
could see the creamy texture of her skin and the silken length of her dark
lashes. He could smell the now stronger scent of vanilla mixed in with
something sweet. Orange? He could also see the flash of spirit in her hazel
eyes as she stepped side-ways so the heavy coat slipped off her narrow
shoulders and back into his hands.
“Thanks. But I’m fine.
You’ll need your coat.”
He nodded, knowing it
would be futile to argue. Her firm tone made it obvious she might be out of her
urban comfort zone but she was no helpless city girl. His independent elder
sister, Peta, had taught him well. It was a brave man who’d override the wishes
of a woman with a tilted chin. Even if that woman was pint-sized and barely
reached his jawline.
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When Alissa Callen
isn't writing she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two
horses and one renegade cow who really does believe the grass is greener on the
other side of the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm,
Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when
residing overseas. Once a teacher and a counselor, she remains interested in
the life journeys that people take and her books are characteristically
heart-warming, emotional and character driven. She currently lives on a small
slice of rural Australia.
2 comments:
Thanks so much for having me over:)
Every year at Kindly we make reindeer food with the children. Oats & glitter as far as the eye can see. Fun though.
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