About Anxious for adventure and the chance to prove she’s not the spoiled socialite her friends and family believe her to be, Victoria Moore buys the Circle Cat ranch, rolls up her sleeves, and begins the repairs that will turn the ramshackle place into the best dude ranch in Arizona.
One thing she didn’t plan on was a dark, down-on-his-luck cowboy smashing into her barn. But when he does, she turns the problem into an opportunity. Armed with limited experience, but a lot of determination, Victoria sets out to get what she wants from the wandering cowboy.
The last thing Lang Thompson wants is to get tangled up with a woman. Especially one who’s used to getting what she wants when she wants it. He knows what rich girls like her expect, and he isn’t interested in playing games. But he’s no match for Victoria’s hardworking determination and sexy brand of innocence.
“I love cowboys and Arizona, so Cowboy for Hire really captured my heart. I love the dialogue and the way the chemistry works between Victoria and Lang. Their relationship springs to life and leaps into the readerʼs heart. Isabelle Drake is a great storyteller.”
—Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
If only the cowboy had come about the want ad she'd posted. One more person would make such a difference with all the repair work that needed to get done.
Victoria pushed the screen door open with her hip, then arched against the doorjamb to offer him a clear view of the outline of her breasts. She’d read enough of her stepmother’s copies of Cosmopolitan to know he was supposed to be ogling her just then. But he wasn’t.
Instead, he was staring at the freshly whitewashed porch railing. Apparently he didn’t read Cosmo. Clearing her throat to get his attention didn’t seem very alluring.
Obviously, he wasn’t going to cooperate easily. She let the door slam behind her as she stepped over to the table and set the glasses down. She filled them, then dropped into the chair across from him.
Promise chose that moment to reappear. The dog climbed up the steps, padded across the porch and settled by the cowboy. Eyeing the dog, the man muttered thanks as he picked up one of the glasses and then took a long drink. Victoria watched the greedy way he swallowed, wondering vaguely why she couldn’t take her eyes off him. The muscular arch of his throat, his suntanned fingers curved so strongly around the delicate glass.
Her gaze fell to the collar of his shirt, then lower to the tiny buttons holding it closed. She could pop those open easily enough and run her fingers across the hard planes of his chest and circle around to his back.
Hold on, girl.
She pulled her thoughts together and back to the problem at hand. Convincing him to stick around and work. She’d better act fast. He didn’t look like the kind of man who waited long for anything.
Hoping to snag his attention, she shoved her shoulders back and ran her tongue across her lips. But now he was staring at the glass.
“About the barn…” He rambled on about the brakes in his truck and how he hadn’t been getting much sleep lately.
Victoria tried to listen but she had a hard time understanding his explanation about fluid and lines while her own problem pressed in. Valuable time was slipping away. If only he’d stop going on about his stupid truck and look at her.
Catch his eye!
Shoving her ribcage forward, she crossed her legs in a slow, seductive way but nearly lost her balance in the process. Instead of being properly—silently—embarrassed, a nervous chuckle slipped out.
For me, May is the end of the academic year and the start of summer. I usually spend my summer catching up on projects and starting new ones. This summer follows that pattern. My first focus will be assembling the pieces selected for this year's edition of the Washington Square Review, my college's literary journal. As the editor, its my task to arrange the selected pieces (stories, essays, and poems) and work with the formatter and cover designer to get the issue all put together. In addition to that work, I recently began hosting episodes of Washington Square On Air, a radio show/podcast on which I interview authors whose work is published in the journal. Its a new role for me, and I've found that I really like asking questions and learning about other authors' writing processes.
My first episode aired a couple weeks ago. I interview an author from California. Check it out if you like: Washington Square On Air.
Being on the other side of the desk, working as an editor instead of an author, has been interesting and eye opening. I'm learning some things. You can hear about one of them in the video above.
Not sure what trips I will take this summer. I hope to go hiking, biking, and beaching. Is "beaching" an activity? If it isn't, it should be.
And reading - yep. I'll be doing that. I imagine you will be doing that as well.
Cheers to that!
Recipe of the Month
The Cowboy Cocktail
The Cowboy Cocktail became popular in saloons, gambling halls, and dance halls. But what is it?
If you do a quick search on the 'net, you'll find several recipes declaring to be THE Cowboy Cocktail. I selected the one below for it's simplicity. Any drink involving stirring, measuring, and specialty glasses, just did not seem realistic. What cowpoke is going to mess with all that?
3 fresh mint leaves
1/2 line, juiced
1 shot tequila blanco
1 bottle beer (Corona is best)
fresh mint spring or lemon and blueberries for garnish
Place mint leaves in bottom of highball glass.
Fill with crushed ice.
Add lime juice, stir, then add the tequila and beer.
Garnish with mint sprig or lemon slice. Top with a couple blueberries, if you're in the mood.
Current fiction projects: a dystopian, sci-fi sort of thing, A Christmas Cake, a Christmas novella, and a women's fiction novel.
Current academic projects: editorial work for the next issue of the Washington Square Review and an writing chapter currently titled "Caveman for the Win: Power Dynamics and the Bootstrapping Narrative in Rocky."