I adore Carolyn Brown's sexy cowboy romances and I've enjoyed all the tales from Burnt Boot, Texas so I was excited to participate in the Release Blitz for her newest in the series, A Cowboy Christmas Miracle! For my post I have an excerpt as well as a giveaway, so go on and read about Declan and Betsy's turn at love and then make sure to scroll down for a chance to win
Publication Date: September 6th 2016 by Sourcebooks Casablanca
About the book:
It will take a miracle bigger than the state of Texas for these two feuding families to survive the holidays!Opposites might attract…The Brennans and the Gallaghers put aside their one-hundred-year feud every Tuesday for their weekly poker game. This week, the stakes are sky-high. Goaded to recklessness, Declan Brennan bets one thousand dollars that he can woo the next woman to walk into the saloon. A minute later, fiery-haired Betsy Gallagher pushes through the doors. If Declan can tame this wild Gallagher, he’ll have earned every penny.If they don’t kill each other first…Betsy can outshoot anybody in Burnt Boot and loves ranching more than anything—until she falls for Declan. He’s fallen for her too. But when she discovers what sparked their courtship, Declan will need a Christmas miracle to save his hide—and his heart.NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author and RITA Finalist, Carolyn Brown, has published more than seventy books. These days she is concentrating on her two loves: women’s fiction and contemporary cowboy romance. She and her husband, a retired English teacher, make their home in southern Oklahoma.
Excerpt:
Even with all that, Betsy was so jealous of Angela that she could
feel her soul turning neon green. It’s a wonder she didn’t glow with envy like
an alien life force.
Angela wiped tears away with a soggy tissue. “It’s a boy, and I’m
naming him Christian because he’s arriving during the Christmas season, and
he’ll be too old to be baby Jesus next year, and I wanted him to grow up to be
a preacher like my daddy and my brother, John, and now he’ll grow up to be a…
Oh no…”
“What?” Betsy tensed. “Is it labor? Do I need to call Jody?”
Angela grabbed for more tissues. “No, it’s worse. Burnt Boot isn’t
going to have Christmas. It’s an omen. Christian will grow up to be an outlaw
and put shame on the Gallagher name.”
Betsy patted her on the arm and wished she had a shot of whiskey,
but there wasn’t even a beer in Jody and Angela’s house. Angela abstained from
anything that had a drop of liquor in it—she didn’t even have a slice of butter
rum cake at the family holiday parties.
“It’ll be okay,” Betsy said. “It’s a season of miracles. Something
could happen so that we’ll have Christmas.”
Angela’s blond hair covered her tear-streaked face when she bent
forward, head in hands, and wept. “That would take more than a miracle. It
would take magic the way the Brennans and the Gallaghers have both set their
heels and refuse to give anything to the church for new Christmas decorations.”
“What about the other folks in town?” Betsy asked. “Those who aren’t
part of this feud?”
“If they help out with the program, then the feudin’ folks won’t do
business with them, so they’re between a rock and a hard place.” Angela lifted
her head and threw a handful of soggy tissues in the trash. “I want a Christmas
program at the church, and I want my son to be baby Jesus, and I know you can
make it happen, Betsy Gallagher.”
Betsy’s emerald-green eyes widened. “I’m not a magician.”
Angela inhaled deeply, straightened her back, and crossed her hands
over an enormous baby bump. “I’m depending on you, Betsy. If anyone in the
whole state of Texas
can put my Christian in that manger for the Christmas program, you can do it.”
“Come on, Angela, you know that Granny would disown me if I lifted a
finger to make Christmas happen. You’ll have to be content with the Christmas
tree lighting on Main Street ,”
Betsy said.
Angela held up a finger and sniffled. “No! I won’t be satisfied with
that. I want my Christian to be wrapped in swaddling blankets in a manger, and
I want the wise men and the shepherds to come and see him.” The finger shifted
to point straight at Betsy. “And you are going to talk those two old women into
letting it happen.”
Betsy flinched. “Granny will go up in flames if she hears you call
her old.”
“I’m sick of this feud. It’s time to bury the hatchet or sign a
treaty in blood or spit in their hands and shake like a couple of kids—whatever
it takes to end this shit,” Angela said.
“You said a bad word,” Betsy whispered.
Tears started in earnest again. “That should”—hiccup—“tell
you”—hiccup—“how
much Christmas means to me?” A final hiccup.
Betsy patted her shoulder and handed her the box of tissues from the
coffee table. “I’ll do what I can—I promise.”
Angela blew her nose loudly and hauled herself off the sofa. “Time
to go to the bathroom again. All I do is cry and pee. It’s a wonder Jody stays
with me.”
Betsy quickly pushed up out of the recliner and said, “I should be
going anyway. It’s getting late.”
“I hear Jody driving up in the yard. He’ll be excited that you are
going to fix it so that we have a Christmas program.” Angela smiled brightly.
“Why don’t you stick around and have a glass of tea with us?”
Betsy needed something a hell of a lot stronger than sweet tea at
that moment. She really, really needed a strong shot of good old Irish whiskey,
preferably Jameson or at least a beer. “No thanks. I really do have to go, but
you hang in there, girl. It’s only another week until that baby boy will be
here. Then, according to what I hear, you won’t get any sleep for a few
months.”
Jody pushed through the door, letting a blast of cold November air
into the small house. Angela gave him a kiss. “Hello, darlin’. I want to hear
about the meeting with Granny Naomi right after I get out of the bathroom.
Bundle up, Betsy.”
Jody held Betsy’s coat for her and whispered, “Whatever you did,
thank you. She seems happy.”
Betsy raised a shoulder. “I’m supposed to work miracles in the
middle of the worst feud war we’ve ever had. She wants me to talk Granny into
having a Christmas program at the church. Might as well try to talk a donkey
into changing into Cinderella.”
“If anyone can do it, you can.” Jody grinned.
Betsy took those words out the door and into the cold night air,
wishing she was as mean and tough as everyone thought. Tanner, her favorite
cousin, said she was ninety percent bluff and ten percent mean.
“But you don’t want to test that mean part.” He’d laughed when she’d
given him the old stink eye.
Light shined out from the living room window, giving the brown grass
a yellow glow, like the star that used to hang from the ceiling at the
Christmas program. What Angela wanted was totally impossible, but Betsy would
try to think of something. Maybe they could have a Gallagher program at the
Christmas dinner, complete with a nativity scene.
She sat in her hot-pink pickup truck for several minutes. Through
the window, she saw Jody hug Angela. Their body language said they were in
love, and the way Jody’s hands went to Angela’s rounded tummy left no doubt
that they couldn’t wait for their son to be born.
Betsy blinked the tears back, refusing to let them fall. She
wouldn’t cry for what she couldn’t have. She finally started the engine but sat
for several more minutes, staring at the house. It was one of a dozen small log
cabin homes scattered about Wild Horse Ranch. They’d been built one by one as
first homes for the newly wedded Gallagher couples. When the couple got on
their feet and had enough money to buy their own land, they then moved to
another section of the ever-growing ranch. She wanted a house like they had.
She didn’t care if she never had a big spread of her own. She’d be content to
work for her granny and live in a little log cabin the rest of her life if she
could have a husband who loved her as much as Jody loved Angela.
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