Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Brook Cottage Books is thrilled to have a guest post from Kathy Carmichael, author of Chasing Charlie. Have a look at what she has to say (oh and the ever so fab pics she has sent) and read all about her book! When you have finished drooling over the pics there's a giveaway too. So, just tear your eyes away from the cowboys long enough to look for it! Happy reading.......and looking!

Thank you very much for inviting me to visit today!

If you’re like me, lists are great, but photos are even better, especially when it comes to cowboys! Cowboys make some of the best kind of hero, and here are some of my reasons why.

Top 10 Reasons Why Cowboys Make Awesome Heroes

1.      Cowboys do great work with their hands.

2.      Cowboys are often loners—they need a woman who understands them.
3.      They are wonderful with animals.

4.      They work outdoors.
5.      They look splendid shirtless.

6.      They are fabulous at starting fires—both campfires and the smoldering kind.

7.      Most cowboys have at least one dog—which means they’re nurturers at heart.

8.      All men look better in a cowboy hat and boots – especially when they are on a horse.

9.      Cowboys are superb huggers.

1  And they’re even better kissers!

Pictures courtesy of (c) Can Stock Photo

Do you have more favorite things about cowboys to add to my list?

If you enjoy cowboys as much as I do, please check out my Texas Two-Step series.

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Kathy Carmichael

About the book 

A freak storm is bad enough, but could anything be worse than being trapped with someone who seriously dislikes you?

That’s the situation Lori Palmer finds herself in with the hunky rodeo cowboy, Monty Joe Nelson. He knew her before she’d begun reinventing her life and working to become a better person. When they are forced together during the storm, he takes antagonism to new lengths.

Monty Joe doesn’t trust Lori Palmer in the least. Once he’s injured, though, he and his animals are forced to rely on Lori for their wellbeing—and even their lives.

Does Lori have what it takes to tend to one injured cowboy and a barn full of animals, especially when this intimate time spent with Monty Joe threatens her resolve not to fall in love with someone who can’t love her back?

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With the prissiest barefooted walk she could manage, Charlie Nelson emerged from her bedroom wearing the gorgeous red dress. Joanne looked up and screamed.
“Charlie! I can’t believe it!” Joanne ran closer and looked her up and down. “I had no idea you had all those curves.”
Charlie laughed. “I don’t think I do, but this dress sure makes mountains out of molehills, doesn’t it?”
Joanne nodded. “I wish I had molehills like those. Wow.” Then she caught sight of Charlie’s bare feet and an impish look entered her eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
Joanne made a beeline for her bedroom and came out carrying a shoebox as if it held the crown jewels. She handed the box to Charlie.
Pulling up the lid and pushing past the tissue, Charlie found the deadliest looking stiletto heels she’d ever seen in her life. “Where’d you find these, Madame’s Bordello of Love?”
Joanne flashed an embarrassed grin. “It was one of those buying binges. Once I got them home, I realized I didn’t have anything to go with them. We’re the same size. Try them on!”
They looked lethal, but before Charlie could figure out a way to decline Joanne’s exuberant offering, the doorbell rang. For once, she’d been saved by the bell.
“That must be Mike.” Joanne checked the wall clock as she headed for the door. “He’s awfully early. I’m not dressed yet.”
“He probably couldn’t last another moment out of your company. It’s been nearly twenty hours since he saw you.” Charlie pirouetted, enjoying the feel of the satin against her skin.
“Yeah, right. And once he sees you in that, he may forget all about his poor little fiancée.” She pulled open the door.
“Oh, Philip, uh, come in.” She stepped back and swung the door wider, sending Charlie a questioning look.
Charlie gulped. What the dickens was Philip doing here, anyway? She’d made it clear she wasn’t going out with him tonight, or any more for that matter.
Philip stalked confidently into the apartment, then caught sight of Charlie and stopped dead in his tracks. For the first time, Charlie saw a man’s eyes boggle.
It must be the dress.
Philip smiled. “The roses must have worked, since you’re dressed and ready.”
Joanne sniffed. “She’s allergic to roses.”
“Oh. I’d forgotten.”
Of course he had. Perhaps that had been the trouble. He’d considered her more of an accessory than an individual.
Joanne began to close the door but stopped on the threshold. “Well hello,” she said slowly, her voice dropping an octave. “How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for Charlie Nelson,” came a man’s voice.
Charlie looked from Philip, to Joanne gaping at the door, to the ceiling, wondering what could possibly happen next. Somehow, the voice seemed familiar. She took a step past the leering Philip, closer to the door.
“Come right in,” Joanne told the man at the door.
And Charlie knew exactly what was going to happen next. She was going to expire right on the spot, because it was none other than Davis Murphy, the man who’d asked her to be his pretend fiancée. How on earth had he found out where she lived? Just as she was about to ask exactly that question, Philip grabbed her arm.
“What’s going on around here? Who is that man?”
Davis overheard Philip’s question. He grinned and took Charlie’s other arm. “I’m her date.”
“I think you’re mistaken. Isn’t he, Charlie?” He smiled victoriously at Davis. “I’m her date.”
Charlie understood how a tender morsel felt when being chewed over by two dogs. The room choked with male hormones. “Philip, I told you this morning that I’m not going out with you any more.”
“What about the roses?”
Charlie shook off the hands of both men, then dashed down the hall to Joanne’s room. She grabbed the bucket of roses, returned to the living room and pushed the pail into Philip’s arms. “Here.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m allergic to them.”
Joanne, still standing at the open door, laughed her head off. “There aren’t any others coming, are there? And you said you’d planned a quiet night in front of the TV.”
“Very funny,” said Charlie as Joanne shut the door.
“I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.” She crossed the foyer and joined Philip, glaring at his flowers. Davis looked smugly arrogant.
“Do you have another bucket for these?” asked Davis as he held out a dozen daisies. How had he known they were her favorite flowers?
“I’ll take care of them,” Joanne assured him.
“Grab your shoes and let’s go, Charlie,” said Davis. “I don’t want to wait around for more competition to arrive.”
Joanne shoved the shoebox into his hands.
Charlie fought for control. Had she been plopped into some stage farce and not given her lines? She couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
Philip pulled a ring box from his pocket. “I thought we had something special, Charlie. I know I waited a long time before declaring myself, but when you broke our date, I knew the time was right.”
As he started to go down on the proverbial bended knee, Charlie grabbed Davis by the arm. “Get me out of here.”
“You got it, babe.” He stuck the shoebox into Charlie’s arms; then, like a caveman, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the door. Joanne ran ahead and opened it. Davis grinned as he left the apartment.
Philip ran behind them. “I think I deserve an answer, Charlie!”
Davis turned back. “I just took her over the threshold, old man. Personally, I’d take that as a sign if I were you.” 

About the Author

“You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.”  Born and raised in Dallas, Kathy Carmichael, fondly shares that comment often.  Her great-great grandfather, J.C. Lynch, was a cattle rancher and one of the first settlers in West Texas back when it was wild, and filled with Indian raids and cattle drives. Family stories about how her ancestor had met and married his beautiful Indian maid, and how the west was made, fired Kathy's imagination. There’s little she loves more than the diverse Texas terrain and sitting outside on a sultry, moonlight night in Albany, Texas, watching the Fandangle with her family. The Fandangle is a musical, set outdoors on a lush rolling hillside. It’s filled with old-time cowboy music, Texas Longhorns and other livestock, and locals reenacting the history of the settlement near Fort Griffith where J.C. Lynch had settled.

Kathy is a voracious reader and little appeals more than having her nose buried in a book. Her love for literature and writing, combined with her fondness for all things Texan, gives her a unique viewpoint. It was natural for her to blend these two loves when creating her Texas Two-Step series. Although the series is contemporary, the characters’ backgrounds and outlooks reflect the principles of historic Texas and reflect how those principles remain part of their spirit today.

Kathy now lives in Florida with her Scottish husband, one son, a part-time dog, three cats and a herd of wild dust bunnies. She loves hearing from readers, so please visit her website and join her on Facebook .


                                                  Chasing Charlie is the first book in the series.  


2 Responses so far.

  1. Still enjoying looking JB :D

    Thank you for hosting Kathy today.


  2. Thank you so much for hosting me! I truly appreciate it!

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