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Saturday, April 30, 2016

Bumper Stickers...

If there is something a person would like to say, to or about a person, or just the world in general and that person is squeamish about standing on a soap box or writing a letter to the editor, then he/she is definitely a candidate to slap a bumper sticker on their car and allow the whole world to know what they are thinking.

Bumper stickers have been around forever and you can buy them anywhere: convenience stores, online, truck stops. Just take a look around and you can find one that fits your car and your personality. Leave that soap box in the closet and spend $2.99 on a bumper sticker.

Recently we took a little research trip. Seeing how many were "stickin' around" was quite an education.

The Driver of this Car Chews Tobacco. I slowed down enough to let another car pass me and follow right behind that dude. I grew up with a tobacco-dipping poppa and I did not need a long-winded explanation to understand that bumper sticker.

Save Our Trees: Stop Printing Tax Forms. Darlin' lady who is driving that big blue and white rusted out car with the big fins at the back. They stopped printing them years ago and now everything is done by e-filing. But I would imagine that you lost your other car to the IRS sometime in the past, right?

We are Born Naked, Wet and Hungry: Then Things Get Worse. Yep, that feller is a pessimist and I don't think I'll share a booth with him at the next ice cream store.

Cover Me: I'm Changing Lanes. Brand new Lincoln with a chunk out of the rear fender. Someone needs their glasses changed.

Learn from Your Parent's Mistakes: Use Birth Control. Seen on the back of a van with at least eight kids inside and one of those mama, poppa, eight kids, two dogs and four cats on the rear window. And they drove right past McDonalds. I could see tears rolling down the kids faces as I passed them.

Out of My Mind: Be Back in Five Minutes. A Caddy with a couple of elderly folks who had no idea that screen on the dash was a GPS and had a map of Texas spread out in front of them.

Very Funny, Scotty, Now Beam Down My Clothes. Black pickup truck with heavily tinted windows. I was glad I could not see inside.

Some Days I Wake Up Grumpy: Other Days I let Him Sleep. He must have been home snoozing and snoring because she was the only person in the car that afternoon.

We Have Enough Youth: How about a Fountain of Smart? On the tailgate of a pickup truck. If he finds that fountain, I hope he imparts some of the water to high school students who know everything.

Ask ME what it is Like to be Owned by a Cat? A big fluffy yellow cat was laid up in the rear window of a limousine. Wonder if that cat paid taxes, sent his kittens to private school and paid the chauffeur's life insurance policy for him.

My favorite one was: Consciousness. That Annoying Time Between Naps. Enough explanation but I did hope that the driver was conscious at the time.

Ancient Greece had Socrates. Early America had Ben Franklin. The 50's had creative bathroom graffiti and today we have bumper stickers. Wonder what's next?

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Blame it on Texas...

Amazing authors have launched my brand new Blame it on Texas Kindle World this morning at Amazon!

This is the world that I created with Long, Hot Texas Summer and Daisies in the Canyon and these authors have taken their characters there in hopes of finding their own happy-ever-after amongst the tough world in the Palo Duro Canyon.

Location has been an important inspiration in my books and the Palo Duro was one that begged to be opened up for romance and love in the stark beauty of the canyon and the hard work in that area. It's a place to begin, to start a new life, to enjoy the daisies and the solitude that can only be found in the canyon. It’s a place to make new friends and cherish those who support you in everyday life and where you can walk through cemeteries and remember old friends who carved out a living in a world of dried up creek beds and cattle.

Sometimes in the still of the night, you can hear the birds calling out or the tree frogs and the crickets working together to bring you a concert. Often in the middle of their concerto, you can hear the bawling of a new baby calf or maybe the wind rustling through the mesquite and scrub oak as if using their gnarly old branches as musical instruments.

It’s a community within itself, where neighbors are there for each other in good times and in bad times. Where they gather up for barn parties and cattle working days. It’s where the men respect their women, both for their independence and for their love. And where the women are sassy and tough and respect their men folks for the hard work they put into digging a living out of the red clay that too often is unyielding.

A World of surprises and love awaits in the Palo Duro Canyon of the Texas panhandle. Blame it on Texas takes place in the hard world of ranching where love can be found in a land that barely nurtures wild flowers. Where happy ever after might have to jump through hoops to be attained, but is oh so sweet when it arrives.

It’s there in the Palo Duro Canyon that people come to live. Sometimes they stay; sometimes the loneliness drives them away, but once they’ve gotten a taste of the peace there, it stays with them forever. Whether they come back or not, they will never forget the experience of living in the canyon.

I invite you to dive into several new love stories that will leave you “blaming a lot of happy-ever-afters on Texas.”

Blame it on Texas, a new world offered on Amazon. Here’s hoping you love going back there time and time again.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Fat Cells...

Everyone is always looking for new and ingenious ways to generate some of that green paper with dead president's pictures on it.

After reading in a health magazine a while back that fat cells are very important to the human body because they carry vitamins, I have come up with an excellent idea.

All this time fat cells have been "the bad boys" because we thought those lazy little critters were created when we were lying back in our recliners eating corn chips and bean dip while watching reruns of Justified.

Now we find out that they've been working their little hearts away carrying vitamins all these years. Why, they are almost as productive as all that muscle tissue--that stuff that we go to the gym every day where we sweat over wicked machinery in hopes to produce.

I suppose now that they have been declared an important part of our life system, they will form a union, expect pay raises and appeal to the human rights organizations. If we commit murder upon them in an inhumane way (see the business about the gym above) or if we try to starve them they'll go public and broadcast pictures of themselves to shame us.

They might even carry a political voice in the White House. They could carry enough weight to sway international decisions when they begin to lobby for equality with muscle tissue.

Before long the folks who have the most fat cells will have a federal exemption on their income taxes. It will all be government regulated of course and they'll be held in the highest regard as folks read the nutritional charts to make more of them instead of less.

They used to be a minority but have become a majority since they now carry those vitamins around to the rest of our bodies and I intend to cash in on this before someone else thinks of the idea. I'm going to make my first million by advertising the fact that they do carry vitamins and how important they are to my body. Maybe a billboard or two would be good and a television ad! Are you tired and sluggish. Throw away those energy drinks and fix the problem permanently.

I'm not sure what a molecule of vitamins weighs. It can force the poor little fat cell to grunt and groan and hold its side in agony. Or it an weigh so little that the cell skips along humming it's favorite tune. But I can tell you one thing, I've apologized for the times I tried to assassinate them.

Here's  my marketing strategy.

Those poor little folks who can not put on weight no matter how hard they try need someone to carry their vitamins if they expect to reach the rocking chair age. Right? Yep, I hear y'all sayin', "Amen!" out there. So I'm going to rent my fat cells to those poor souls who are lacking in the vitamin carrying gold mine so they'll have cellulites to carry those vitamins to their vital organs. A million cells for two weeks to that little lady who looks fabulous in a bikini and a million to the lady who's britches are falling off her bony butt. Yes, there are still more in my warehouse but two weeks is the limit of the rental so that I can help other poor souls. Once you feel the effects of proper vitaminazation you will be anxious to start your own cellulite farm. They are a joy to grow and produce at a rapid speed.

My book on what to eat to make your own fat cells is in the planning. Until then get rid of that tired feeling and toss those diet books in the trash!

Friday, April 8, 2016


Get out the drooling bibs!

The new cover for Merry Cowboy Christmas has arrived!
And when you line up the first three books in the Lucky Penny Series--well, folks, I don't know about you but I needed a drooling bib and a fist full of those little hot flash pills!

Wild Cowboy Ways is available NOW.  Hot Cowboy Nights, arriving May 31, and Merry Cowboy Christmas, arriving Sept. 27, are available for preorder in paperback and for your favorite ebook readers. Wicked Cowboy Charm will be on the shelves
in March, 2017!

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the house is the presence of one wickedly hot cowboy who's come to stay for the holiday. Fiona Logan is downright shocked to return to her childhood home and find that the tall blond stranger who came to her rescue on an icy road will be sleeping just across the hall from her bedroom. Talk about temptation . . .

Jud Dawson never believed the Lucky Penny Ranch would live up to its name until now. Fiona is gorgeous, smart, funny, and everything he thought he'd never find. Now all he has to do is convince her to stick around town instead of hightailing it back to Houston. But with wild weather, nosy neighbors, and a new baby in the family, getting her to admit that she's falling in love might just take a Christmas miracle.

If gossip is the lifeblood of a small town, then Lizzy Logan has been its beating heart. After being dumped by her fiancé for another woman, she could have decided to crawl under a rock. But no, she'd rather really set tongues wagging by "moving on" with one of the hottest cowboys in Texas, who happens to live next door at the Lucky Penny Ranch. Those busybodies don't have to know it's actually all pretend. And just because Lizzy has no aim to tame her wild, blue-eyed neighbor doesn't mean she can't enjoy the ride of her life.

Toby Dawson never was and never will be the settling-down type. But what harm could there be in agreeing to be Lizzy's pretend boyfriend? They'll put on a show for a few weeks and be done. Yet the more he gets to know Lizzy-really know her-the harder it is for him to keep his hands off of her in private. Soon this rough-and-ready cowboy is hoping to heal Lizzy's bruised heart and turn their fake affair into a true romance . . .

SOMETIMES ALL LOVE NEEDS IS A LITTLE LUCKAllie Logan isn't the type to land a hot hunk of cowboy. Truth is, she's given up on dating since shedding her no-good ex. But the new owner of the most ramshackle ranch in Texas might just change her mind about that. He's six-foot-plus of tall, dark, and charming-the kind of guy who could make a girl throw caution to the wind . . . or the kind of guy who could break her heart.

Blake Dawson hopes he can make Lucky Penny Ranch finally live up to its name, but the property needs a ton of work. Allie and her carpentry skills are his best shot at getting things in order. Besides the fact that her brown eyes and dangerous curves have him roped and tied. Now Blake only needs to convince her that a wild cowboy can be tamed by love-and she's just the one to do it . . .

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Wednesday Recipe...

We had family day on Saturday before Easter complete with six crockpots full of food, along with the ham, salads, hot breads and soups located on the bar for a buffet dinner/supper/all day feasting. There was a big Easter egg hunt in the back yard and lots of visiting, noise and fun. I tried a new recipe that went over very well and was asked to share it on my blog so here it is. There wasn't a single teaspoon of the hashbrown casserole left in the crockpot (And I doubled the recipe)! So that can be the five star review! And again I learned how much I love those crock pot liners at the end of the day when it was time for clean up!

Crockpot Hashbrown Potato Casserole

1 can (10-3/4 ounces) condensed cream of chicken soup, undiluted
1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream
1 small onion, finely chopped
1/4 cup butter, melted
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 package (32 ounces) frozen cubed hash brown potatoes, thawed
2 cups (8 ounces) shredded cheddar cheese, divided


  1. In a 4-qt. slow cooker, combine the first six ingredients. Stir in hash browns and 1-1/2 cups cheese. Cook, covered, on low 4-5 hours or until potatoes are tender, sprinkling with remaining cheese during the last 5 minutes. Yield: 8 servings.

Monday, April 4, 2016


There's a contest going on over at my FB Page! One set of the Lucky Books for your Kindle is up for grabs! Instructions: Go to Face Book Page. Comment. Winner will be drawn tonight!

Good luck everyone!!