Showing posts with label release day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label release day. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2025

Release Day for REUBEN HAYES

 


Tag Line:

The crusty middle-aged rancher had only ever loved one woman. And now her daughter stood on his doorstep.

 


Blurb:

A young woman shows up at the Hayes’ ranch, bringing bad news and danger.
Sage Baylor is the daughter of the only woman Reuben ever loved. Now she’s on his doorstep, bringing with her the news her mother is dead. Shortly after her arrival, her father, the Honorable Senator Baylor from Missouri, arrives. That’s when bullets start flying.
Both the senator and Sage are in danger from an unknown source. When the senator leaves, he tasks Reuben with keeping his daughter safe. Help comes from an unexpected source in the form of an engaging young gunslinger. Between the two men, and Reuben’s cranky ole cook, they’ll keep the Senator’s daughter safe. No matter the peril. No matter the cost.

 


 Excerpt:

Cattle lowed. Horses whinnied. Men whooped and lariats slapped against chaps.

The sounds carried on a thick, heavy breeze. Dust rose from hundreds of hooves, making breathing difficult. The scent of scorched fur and hide filled the air as brands came down on heaving flanks before struggling longhorns were let go.

Reuben Hayes rose in the stirrups, cupped his hands and shouted, “Henry, get that loco longhorn that’s headed for the brush.”

A lean cowboy raised a hand in acknowledgement, urged his horse into a gallop and shot off after the steer. Another rider came thundering up. This one young, still in his teens. He reined in his foam-flecked dun mare.

“Soggy wants you back at the house pronto. His words not mine, sir.” He pushed back his hat and wiped his sweating brow, unruly black curls falling over his forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Reuben’s raspy voice came out harsh as tension crawled up his backbone. Soggy would never call him back to the ranch if it weren’t dire.

“There’s a visitor waiting.”

“A visitor?” Thick, dark eyebrows, streaked with gray, rose nearly to his hairline. “Soggy told you to come and get me ‘cause he has a visitor?” He lifted his voice to carry over the bellow of frightened cattle.

“Not him, Boss. You.”

“Thanks for clarifying that, Billy.” Eyebrows that had risen now settled into an aggrieved scowl.

Billy wiped a sweaty hand on his pants and swallowed, his Adam’s apple doing a nervous dance.  “It’s a young lady,” he added helpfully.

“A young lady?” Reuben’s head jerked back and he blinked in surprise.

“Yes, sir.”

“A young lady?” he repeated.

“Yes, sir. Pretty as a picture.”

For a moment a fatuous look settled over the young man’s features, making him look like a moonling calf, Reuben thought in disgust.

“Guess I’m heading back to the ranch.” Curiosity warred with irritation. It was branding time. He didn’t need to be shunting back and forth between the house and the range like a damn fool. He blew out an impatient breath, lifted the reins, then bellowed, “Levi.”

His foreman, a middle-aged man with weathered features and graying hair put heels to his bay and came galloping toward him.

“Yes, Boss?”

“I’m heading back to the house. You’re in charge.”

“Everything okay?” His foreman took off his no-frills, worn cowboy hat, wiped his forehead then settled it back on his head.

“The boss has a visitor. Pretty as a picture,” Billy interjected.

“Oh, yeah?” Levi grinned and spat a wad of tobacco.

“Wipe that smile off your face and take care of the cattle.”

Levi complied though his lips continued to twitch.

Reuben pointed a finger at Billy. “You help him.” He clapped heels to his big Appaloosa and galloped off.

 


Character Facts:

Reuben is as tough as old shoe leather, but he’s fair.

He rides a big Appaloosa.

No one that knows him goes out of their way to mess with him.

 

Buy Link:

https://www.amazon.com/Reuben-Hayes-S-Cox-ebook/dp/B0DWQBGT88

 

AND

 

March 31, I am visiting with prehistoric man expert, Jacqui Murray. Jacqui knows more about this era than anyone I know. She takes historical facts and wraps them in a fictional story.  If you haven't tried one of her books yet, you are in for a reading treat. She has two blogs that are always chock full of information for readers, writers and teachers alike. 

If you're in the vicinity, stop by and share a cyber cup of cowboys' coffee.

For more info on the coffee cowboys drank: History – Arbuckle Coffee

 

 

Available at Amazon

 

Monday, September 12, 2022

Release Day: Geller's Find

 

Tagline:

It’s summer break and Dr. Luke Geller, history prof and part-time archeologist, is in Nevada looking for potsherds. What he discovers is an antique rifle and a portal in time.

 

Excerpt:

 

“Yes, Mom, I’m going digging.”

Dr. Luke Geller’s eyebrows shot up at the agitated squawking on the other end of the phone. “I wouldn’t call looking for potsherds from the Freemont Indians playing in the dirt. And yes, ma’am. I’m going to be gone for the summer.” Wincing at the shrill tones coming through loud and clear, he took it off speaker.

Cell phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, Luke tossed a dingy walking sock into a worn, oversized duffle. He grabbed a leather medicine bag, a gift from a grateful shaman upon the return of tribal artifacts he’d discovered in central Texas, pulled the phone away from his ear and lifted the small pouch over his head, yanking out a couple of hairs that got tangled in the rawhide drawstring in the process.

Then he pushed a twelve-inch curved throwing stick into a belt loop. The stick would have to go into the duffle and the duffle checked in when he got to the airport. The throwing stick wasn’t as lethal as a gun, but it could certainly disarm an assailant.

Still missing a sock, he stuck his head under the bed. The culprit lay just out of reach, next to a dust bunny. He flopped on his belly then stretched out fingers till he grasped it.

He bit back a curse as he hit his head on the edge of the bed, crawling back out.

“How will I get hold of you?” his mother all but wailed. “Half the time you don’t have any bars when you are out in the middle of nowhere.”

“If you need anything, and can’t reach me, call Dickie.” Rubbing his head at the spot that had made contact with the edge of the bed. He loved his ditzy mother. His pompous, banker brother, not so much.

“But I’ll never see you,” she wailed again.

“Mom. I’m in Philly. You’re in Miami. We don’t see each other very much now.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Here we go. “Mine. All mine.”

“Dickie—”

“Don’t say it, Mom.”

“Would be more than happy to give you a nice job at the bank here in Florida.”

She said it.

“Where are you going again?”

“West.”

“That’s rather vague.”

“Nevada. Maybe Utah and Wyoming.”

“For three months?”

“Just under. I’ll need to be back August 1 to prep for classes.”

“Well, I hope you find some nice rocks for your little artifacts room.”

The tenured history professor, and sometimes archeologist, of the small prestigious Fenning College blinked to hear one of the finest Native-American artifacts collection in the country referred to as little rocks.

“Uh. Yeah, Mom.”

A horn blared.

“Got to go. My ride’s here. If you need anything call Darling Dickie.”

“Luke, that’s no way to refer to your brother.”

“Love ya, Mom. Bye.” He disconnected, tossed on a backpack, threw his well-worn duffle over his shoulder and galloped down the narrow stairs to the first floor of the brownstone he lived in. He took one look around a living room crammed with artifacts and books, shut the door behind him and loped to his ride.

 

Buy Link: http://a-fwd.com/asin=B0B89FY76K

or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B89FY76K

Bio:

Sandra, who also writes as S. Cox, is a vegetarian, animal lover and avid gardener. She lives with her husband, their dog and cats in sunny North Carolina.

An award-winning author, her stories consist of all things Western and more.

 


She spent a number of years in the Midwest chasing down good Southern BBQ. By the time she moved to North Carolina where Southern BBQ is practically a staple, she’d become a vegetarian.

Pineapple is a must-have on pizza, along with black olives and onions.

She loves pumpkin waffles. Pumpkin cream cheese, not so much.

Links:

https://sandracoxwriter.com

https://cowboytrivia.blogspot.com

https://www.amazon.com/Sandra-Cox/e/B002BM3AKC

 

 


Doctor Luke Geller is a full-time history professor and part-time archeologist.

His specialty is Native American artifacts.

Instead of a gun, he carries a Hopi throwing stick.

He likes cats, horses with a sense of humor and women who aren’t looking for a commitment.

 

Helping me get the word out this week

 

Today-Monday the 12th

The Prehistoric Queen, Jacqui Murray, author of Natural Selection, a must read for prehistory buffs, has posted a review of Geller's Find at her blog https://worddreams.wordpress.com that I haven't yet seen so I'll be hustling over there to read it myself.

 

AND

I'm posting Wish I Knew Now, What I Knew Then (formerly published at Smorgasbord Blog Magazine) at the lovely and talented Diane Wolfe's blog, author and publisher of Dancing Lemur Press.  

https://circleoffriendsbooks.blogspot.com/2022/09/i-wish-i-knew-then-what-i-know-now.html

 

Tuesday the 13th

Good bud and author extraordinaire, D. L. Finn, author of A Voice In the Silence, is posting release information at BLOG – Author D.L. Finn (dlfinnauthor.com) .

 

Wednesday the 14th

I'll be at USA Today Bestselling Author Jacquie Biggar's, author of Letting Go/The Defiant Sisters Book 1.

 https://jacqbiggar.com/2022/09/14/newrelease-gellers-find-by-sandra_cox-western-romance/ 

 

Friday the 16th

Last but not least this week I'm at Cowboy Kisses.

 

Whew. 


AND last but not least: