Being a writer is an often solitary existence. We lock
ourselves in a room or office, immersed in our stories, and we emerge hours
(days? weeks?) later. Our families are usually supportive, throwing snacks and
fluids through the threshold in the hopes we might survive.
As wonderful as all that “in person” support is, one of the
things that sustains me most are the connections and friendships I’ve forged
with other authors. Fellow authors provide a kind of support non-writers in my
life just can’t. They understand the struggle and rewards of the writing
process. They know exactly what you mean when you say you’re stuck on a scene
or your muse is being a jerk. They know the pain of writing a blurb or getting
a bad review. More than just empathy, my writer friends know how to commiserate
and how to help.
Over the years, I’ve met many writers. Through serendipity,
I ended up in a private Yahoo group with some talented writers who’ve become
some of the best friends I’ve never met. One of those friends, the incredible
and sweet Rose Anderson, even brought me to RB4U where I’ve had the pleasure of
meeting so many other wonderful people—and I’m even going to be in the next
RB4U anthology with several of them.
Through social media, shared publishers, and other projects,
I’ve made other friends. We’ve vented to each other, provided a sympathetic
shoulder, and supported each other’s writing efforts.
I treasure my readers. Without them, I wouldn’t be here. But
I prize the friendships I’ve forged with my fellow authors. Roping the Cowboy
is our RB4U anthology, and Bear Country is my contribution.
Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M0V7X71
Blurb:
Gavin, a bear shifter who left his clan to follow his dream
to be a rancher, has nursed a crush on Mallory for years. With the death of her
aunt—his boss—the ranch came to them both, and that’s when trouble started. She
wants to sell, and he doesn’t.
Tasked with scattering the ashes of her beloved aunt at the
source of the Big Bear River high in the mountains, Mallory must swallow her
pride and ask Gavin, a laconic, sexy ranch hand, to guide her through the
unfamiliar terrain.
Excerpt:
Mallory
spotted Gavin at the other end of the bar. Sitting on a stool and taking a swig
from his beer mug, he seemed to be alone. Mallory took a seat on the opposite
side and asked the bartender to send another beer to Gavin. The more alcohol in
him, the more likely he would be to agree to be her guide so that she could
fulfill Aunt Abbey’s final wish.
She
watched Gavin exchange a few words with the barkeep, and then he looked down at
her end of the bar, pushed his Stetson back, and raised his glass. The woman
sitting next to Mallory, an attractive blonde, smiled back and blew a kiss.
Mallory
wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign. She’d hoped to foster goodwill with
her gesture and to also get him a little plastered. As much as she didn’t want that goodwill to
go to the woman sitting next to her, Mallory couldn’t help but think she’d
dodged a bullet.
Then the
barkeep pointed again. Gavin spit the beer he’d just swigged into his mug and
pushed it away. He got up and turned away, and she knew he planned to leave, so
she hurried to the other end of the bar and put her hand on his arm. “Gavin—”
“No.”
“But you—”
“No.”
“At least
hear me out.”
“I heard you
out. There’s nothing more I want to hear from you.”
“But—”
“No.” He
turned to face her, and she felt the undiminished force of his hatred. “Get the
hell away from me.”
Buy link for Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M0V7X71
3 comments:
I feel exactly as you do, Melissa. The support from writer friends I've never met in person truly sustains me. Roping the Cowboy is one great collection with wonderfully talented authors. :)
Oh no... this doesn't bode well! I'm sure it will be a happily ever after ending!! :)
How are you going to get them out of this? Great teaser......
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