Yee Haw! I’m back at the computer working on a new book!! And the best thing about it . . . It’s like coming home again.

It’s a great thing to have history with your characters. The Bass family from my Texas historical series and I go way back to the early 1990’s when my new editor – a MAN! – asked for a new series and wanted to see what I was working on. What we ended up with was a five-book series that had me spending three years “in” the scorch of West Texas in the late 1800s. From tracking outlaws in the wild Big Bend of Texas to taming the waltz in a New York ballroom, it’s been quite the journey for Harmon and Amanda Bass and their family, one I’ll be sharing with you in this new year as I continue working on a new addition to the series! I don’t have a cover yet, but I can give you a taste of what you can find between it . . . Meet Randall Bass.

The Excerpt

What had he been thinking?
Cuba. What the hell did he know about Cuba?
He knew Texas and horses and how to woo women. He’d known where he came from and what was expected of him almost since the day he was born practically in the middle of this yard while his mama and his gravely wounded daddy braced a band of blood-thirsty Apache out for Jack’s hair. Only his daddy’s big knife and mother’s unfaltering bravado stopped them. This was their land, to be his land, and he shared their pride and possessive desire to hold it.
Like his daddy, he didn’t care two hoots about the fortune that awaited him. He would have traded it without a thought for what his father had. Contentment. Satisfaction. Love. And because he didn’t think any of those three things were going to ride down out of the distant Chisos to introduce themselves to him while he was cleaning out the barn, he’d started wondering how far he’d have to go to find them.
Even if he hurt those he had to leave behind.

Another great benefit from getting back into the series . . . rereading books I just love.

We’re under a huge Winter Storm Alert here in Michigan with an expected 5-7 more inches of snow settling in atop the 4-6 inches we already have with frigid 20-ish degree temps. My cats are SO glad they’re not the dog, who has to go out in it. Time to find a good book . . . and a flashlight, just in case!

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