Do
you enjoy contemporary western romance with a touch of mystery thrown in? If
you do (and I certainly hope you said yes), I have a new release that fits that
bill perfectly. GRANT ME THE MOON is set in West Texas in and near the town of Post.
That
small town of just over five thousand residents was founded by C. W. Post, the
cereal magnate, in 1907 as a utopian community. Poor Mr. Post died before he
could learn the town was successful. Although definitely not utopia, Post is a
nice small town my family travels through on the way from our home in the
Dallas-Fort Worth area to and from Lubbock where we have family members.
An
unusual feature of this area is the Caprock. From Post, the road climbs to the
top of the high plains. The Caprock is a surprising geological feature that
forms a cliff face when viewed from Post. Above, is the Great Plains the
Spanish explorers labeled the Llano Estacado, or staked plains. The area hosts
a combination of ranching and cotton farming with large numbers of wind
turbines on the hills where the Caprock begins.
Blurb
All
Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local
archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder? Or
that one of her students would be suspected as the killer? And she had no idea
she would meet the man of her dreams.
Grant
Grayson has taken over management of his family’s Grayson Ranch near Post,
Texas to give his grandfather a less arduous schedule. A flash flood washed
away an old talus slope on the ranch to reveal a prehistoric cave that is a
Clovis site. Being a good citizen, Grant invited the nearest large university
archaeology department to excavate the cave. When a gorgeous blonde high school
teacher asks his permission to take her students to the site, how can he deny
her? Especially when he’s instantly attracted to her as he’s never been to
anyone.
Tory
and Grant are drawn in to the investigation to clear her student but
unintentionally make themselves targets. Now they must evade the killer to live
and celebrate their new found love.
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Excerpt
“So
your grandmother is sad rather than ill. Does she get around well?”
She
raised her eyebrows and nodded. “In fact, she can keep up with me. After
Grandpa passed away, she was so heartbroken that we were afraid her health was
deteriorating. Actually, it was. She wasn’t eating properly and not sleeping
well. Or, she was staying up most of the night and sleeping most of the day.
With me here, she keeps regular hours and we have breakfast and supper
together.”
He
reached across the table and laced his fingers with hers. “But not tonight.”
She
met his gaze and smiled before she slid her hand to her lap. Disappointment
claimed him at the loss of her touch.
“I
stopped by the store on my way home and bought her a chicken pot pie in a brand
that’s healthy. I only hope she’s doing as I asked and having that and a salad
for dinner.”
After
they’d eaten, he drove under the speed limit on the way back to Post. Her
company fascinated him and he wished he could prolong the evening. When they
reached the edge of the Caprock above Post, he pulled over at a wide space on
the shoulder and opened the sunroof.
“I
love this spot. You can see the lights of our little town below and the stars
above.”
She
relaxed against the seat and head rest. “The almost full moon tonight obscures
many of the stars. This is a beautiful vantage point, though. As if we’re
divine and are hanging above the world. I could almost reach out and touch the
moon.”
He
reached for her hand and entwined their fingers “Should I grab it for you?”
She
offered a whimsical smile. “Let’s leave it there so everyone can enjoy the
moonlight.”
“Tory,
I’m having a hard time resisting making a move on you like some teenager. I
think we’d better get you home.” After releasing her hand, he shifted to drive
and pulled back onto Highway 84.
In
the moonlight, her eyes shone like stars. “I don’t need rescuing, Grant. I can
fend for myself.”
I
hope you’ll give GRANT ME THE MOON a try. If you do and enjoy it, please let me
know by leaving a review on Amazon. I love to hear from readers, and you can
reach me by email at caroline@carolineclemmons.com.
My
#Romanticidea is simple:
The
most precious gift anyone can give another is TIME.
I
mean personal time listening, exchanging ideas, holding hands as you go on a
walk, or doing anything the two of you enjoy.
The
key is to be receptive to the other person—truly be in the present with that
person instead of concentrating on a million other things instead of listening.
About Caroline Clemmons
Caroline Clemmons is an Amazon
bestselling and award winning author of historical and contemporary western
romances. A frequent speaker at conferences and seminars, she has taught
workshops on characterization, point of view, and layering a novel.
Caroline and her husband live in the
heart of Texas cowboy country with their menagerie of rescued pets. When she’s
not indulging her passion for writing, Caroline enjoys time with family,
reading, travel, antiquing, genealogy, and getting together with friends. Find
her on her Blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Google+, and Pinterest.
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Wonderful title, and the book sounds emotional and really good. I love the picture of the little town. I agree how important time is for loved ones. Best of luck to Caroline.
ReplyDeleteI always loved westerns, either movies or books, though even gere there's a drastic change in the theme. Native americans are no longer depicted as the wild savages killing helpless white settlers.
Deleteanyway Caroline's story sounds captivating and I also lave the cover.
Thanks for stopping by and supporting her, Flossie!
I've always loved traditional westerns and I think it's great that there are now authors offering contemporary ones too. The pictures of the town make me want to move there. Best wishes to Caroline with her release!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mae, for your support of the author!
DeleteWesterns remain a special genre loved by most people.