I wanna start off with a shout-out to Daddy. See that picture of the good-looking, handsome man? Strong, honest, kind, loyal, hard-nosed but fair. Godly (and he’d probably list that first, but this is my list about him) and loved (definitely not last on any list about my dad).
Giver of many chances, he expected a lot from the folks he loved, but was always the first with an outstretched hand. A shirt-off-his back kinda guy who loved fiercely. A powerhouse, for fun he was a boxer and softball player while in the Air Force, and was proud of his service, putting in 22 years working mostly as a refueling boom operator on a KC135, or a flying gas station, as he liked to call ‘em.
As a small business owner he was frugal, but doted on Mom in every way he could. I learned from him that a single daisy in a plastic cup can sometimes mean more than a dozen roses. It’s not what you do, but that you do it.
He turned to preaching when I was a teen, catching fire for God in a way that you could see when you looked at him. His faith shone through, and I loved that about him. Daddy was all-in, on everything, and especially the things that mattered most.
I have a lot of Daddy-ism’s in my vocabulary, pull those gems out at appropriate times, watch as the wisdom soaks in.
- On organizing your time: Do the need-to do first, see how much room you have left for the want-to.
- On being an employee: Do a good day’s work for a good day’s pay. (Sounds simple, right?)
- On being a boss: Every day do one thing more than they expect; make a place for yourself by becoming irreplaceable.
- On sucking it up and pushing past pain: I’ve had worse places on my eyeball. (This remains one of my favorites of all time.)
- On handling threats with confidence: (Holding up his left fist) This’un’s iron. (Holding up his right fist) And this’un’s steel. (Holding up his fists in sequence again) If this’n don’t getcha, this’n will.
He was known as Ham, Hambone, T, Bro T, Unka T, Coach, Daddy, and Honey – these were all titles and names that applied to him. Today marks his 21st Home Going Day, and I miss him as much today as I did the moment it happened. An ending of a life, beginning of his eternal reward. Love you, Daddy. <3
Release day. There are few things in a storyspinner’s world that sound better than “Release day.” Oh, sure. There’s “The End” which is mega cool to type or write, but that’s actually just a place to pause in the process because it’s not truly the end. It’s kinda the beginning of some of the hardest work on any story. Where you polish and shine that jewel, bathe the baby, dress up that table, weed the flowerbed, and generally get the story ready for opening day. Then on the actual release day? It’s showtime, baby!
That’s when you push your toddler from the swing, praying they can find working wings under their fancy frocks and togs, stretch them out and fly. Flap those crazy arms and soar up high where everyone can see them.
Course, there’s the paralyzing fear they’ll flop, too.
I don’t have that fear with this book. Not really. Oh sure, there’s the odd thought of ‘what if’ that I always have, but I’m settled with this one. Because I spent the time and polished, bathed, dressed up, weeded, and got Reuben Nelms ready for his big day. And he is ready to meet all of you.
There are several blogs who agreed to do reviews, and those folks are amazeballs. So much on the ‘thank you’ side of the teeter-totter I’ll never balance the scales. Thank you.
February 22, 2016
Confessions of a Serial Reader
My Girlfriends Couch
February 23, 2016
February 24, 2016
There’s also a blitz, and the blogs who are helping out with that are fabulous. So appreciate everything you all do for my babies. Giveaway should be posted on all the blogs involved in today, so feel free to trot your assets out there and enter. You can’t win if you don’t!
February 22, 2016
Southern Vixens Book Obsessions
February 23, 2016
February 24, 2016
And, before I forget, I need to thank you. Yeah, you. Reading this. You readers, reviewers, pimpers, alphas, family, and friends. Thanks for putting up with my crazy. Thanks for putting up with my characters, these guys and gals who saunter through my subconscious in a way that lets them come out and say hello. Not in a creepy ‘she’s flippin’ nuts, ain’t she’ way, but in a fun, ‘say Hi to Mason’ way!
/whispers to Duck/ “Break a leg, honey.”
Reuben Nelms worked his entire life to pull away from a family legacy of horror and pain. Returning to his West Texas hometown for the first time in more than a decade, he still finds himself confronted by and fighting ghosts from his past. Treading alongside the remembered fear and regret surrounding him walks a temptation, Brenda Calloway, the woman he left behind.
Will their second chance love take root and grow in the dry deserts of West Texas? What does this mean for his brothers in the Rebel Wayfarers MC? Can Duck put aside the man he’s become, sloughing off the brotherhood and leaving that behind to become Reuben again, or can he pick up the pieces of his teenage love and still continue his life in Chicago as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC?
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Reuben Nelms has worked hard all his life. First to escape the West Texas town where he grew up, then to negate the legacy of his family. One of his worst regrets was failing to protect a young woman from evil dealt by his blood brother. For years afterwards, he watched and protected her from the shadows, most comfortable in that faceless role.
Now known by his road name, Duck feels he’s finally found redemption in watching that woman blossom and grow, sheltered by her association with his brothers by choice, the Rebel Wayfarers motorcycle club. Things were settled, predictable, until a desperate call from home sets him scrambling and he is back front and center, home again in West Texas, finding himself confronted daily with reminders of his horrific family heritage.
Treading alongside the remembered fear and regret surrounding him walks a temptation, Brenda Calloway, the hometown woman he left behind. The efficient business manager of the cattle company he inherited from his father, his childhood friend is now a widow. More beautiful than ever, she’s a single parent with a secret, unaware of the power she still wields over Reuben’s heart.
Will their second chance love be able to take root and grow in the dry deserts of West Texas? Can Duck put aside the man he’s become, sloughing off the brotherhood and leaving that behind to become Reuben again, or will he be able to pick up the pieces of his teenage love and still continue his life in Chicago as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC?
“Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez