T: Tramp’s Bride #AtoZChallenge


Welcome to the 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge. During the month of April, Chrys N. Jay shares snippets from friend’s books, and takes a peek at love.

Today, for ‘T’, Kathleen Tighe Ball joins us with an excerpt from her book, Tramp’s Bride. Kathleen shares exciting news with us – she now has nine books in Amazon’s Top 100  Western books.

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Handsome Cowboy Tramp Hart left his home and friends over a year ago. He’s finally back to make amends and take his place on the ranch. That is until he walks into the house he designed and finds a woman living there. He needs a plan to get her out so he can move in.

Mail Order Bride Ilene Duffy traveled from New York City to Asherville, Texas only to find out her marriage contract was no longer valid. Rancher Cinders and his wife Shannon offer her an empty house on their land. Ilene has no intentions of getting married.

Join me in Asherville, Texas and watch Tramp’s antics as he tries one thing after another to get Ilene out of his house. Tramp had finally met his match.

Here’s an excerpt from Tramp’s Bride:

Urging Jack, his bay quarter horse, forward until they reached the spot he’d yearned for, Tramp Hart then pulled on the reins slowing his mount, to a stop. From his location on top of a hill, he could see the expanse of the ranch, a ranch he’d helped to build. He’d been gone over a year, and he wasn’t sure what type of reception would be waiting for him.

The ranch looked great. Better than great. There were plenty of cattle and a few more houses on the property. Cinders always seemed to have a magical touch with both horses and cattle.

Tramp felt bad the way their friendship had ended. He sure hoped he’d be able to mend fences. He needed to be home.

Taking a fortifying breath, he loosened the reins and pointed Jack in the direction of the main house. One of the new houses on the property was the design he and Cinders had planned for his home. He did own a quarter of the ranch and had been foreman until he’d left. A smile spread over his face. Cinders must have known he’d be back. But despite the smile, the lump in his throat remained.

He dismounted, tied Jack to the wood railing, and slowly walked up the steps to Cinders’ house. He hesitated before knocking taking a moment to close his eyes and hope he’d find himself welcomed. He knocked and waited but no one answered. In the old days he’d have just walked in but not now.

With hat in hand he walked across the yard to his house. He opened the front door and it surprised him to see it furnished. Cinders had always been a generous friend. He’d take a quick look around and then brush down Jack. Taking his hat off, he nodded, admiring the workmanship on the house. He walked farther inside and stopped short. There in the kitchen stood a willowy, dark-haired woman. She wore her hair up but a good amount of it had escaped, and a few enchanting ringlets hung down. She was busy making candles. He couldn’t help but notice how lovely she was.

She jerked her head up and her mouth formed an O. “Listen mister, I don’t want any trouble with you. I have a shotgun and I ain’t afraid to use it.”

Tramp peered around and didn’t see a gun let alone a shotgun. “What are you doing in my house?” he asked annoyed at the way she stared at him.

“Your house? I think you have the wrong idea cowboy. The bunkhouse is just to the left of my house. So, if you don’t mind, I have to finish dipping these here candles and hang them to dry. Good day.” She went back to her candles making him feel as welcome as a polecat at a picnic.

He ran his fingers through his hair and frowned. “I do believe there’s been some type of mistake made. This is my house—”

“Nope, absolutely not. Now please leave.” She hung the candles she was working on to dry and the next thing he knew, he was looking down the barrel of a shotgun. “Git!”

He instantly put his hands up. “Listen Miss— Heck, I didn’t get your name. I’ll just leave you be until Cinders comes back.”

“It’s Ilene, Ilene Duffy”

“I’m Tramp.” He saw a spark of recognition in her eyes. “See ya around.” Offering a polite nod, he turned and walked back to the door, grabbing his hat on the way out. Perhaps Cinders hadn’t wanted him to come back after all. He’d half expected it, but still his heart dropped.

The last year had been spent soul searching and mourning his friendship with Cinders. They’d grown up together and they’d always had each other’s back until Charlotte. She was the prettiest gal this side of the Mississippi and he had loved her with everything within him. He tried to be happy for Cinders and Charlotte when they wed. Heck, he was even the best man. Some best man.

Once his betrayal became known, he couldn’t face Cinders anymore and he’d lit out. It ripped out his heart and his soul. He never realized how much his friendship with Cinders meant to him. Charlotte’s grave was over yonder under a big cottonwood. He never could bring himself to visit it.

He’d known he was taking a chance coming back but he wasn’t ready for the disappointment that coursed through him. He ambled over to Jack and untied the reins. “Looks like we’re going to have to go on for a few more hours.” He patted Jack’s neck.


S: Say It #AtoZChallenge

true loveIn True Love: How to Make Your Relationship Sweeter, Deeper and More Passionate, Daphne Rose Kingma offers more than 60 inspiring and illuminating suggestions to help you expand the possibilities of your own true love.
Three of the suggestions in the book deal with the words from our mouths. Kigma recommends that we:

Say What You Feel
Say Please, and
Say Thank You.


On ‘Say What You Feel,’ she writes:

“Revealing these emotional tides to the person you love is a way for you to continue to endear yourself to and amaze your partner. We often think that intimacy is created merely by falling in love or by what we do, plan, buy, or pursue together. But it is actually the getting to know another person through the intricate texture of his or her emotions that makes us feel truly connected.”

On ‘Say Please,’ she shares:

“Saying ‘Please’ is a way of always holding your beloved in high regard, of treating him or her as a person who still-and always-deserves to be approached with the graciousness that good manners confer. It’s like polishing the silver. It gives the depth of reflection and kindness to your love, the lustre of graciousness to even the most familiar gestures.”

On ‘Say Thank You,’ she says:

“It’s all too easy, in any relationship, to become (internally at least) a whining, complaining grump who feels as if the other person has never done, and will never do, anything nice or special for you. Saying “Thank You” dispels this feeling of hopelessness and creates an internal attitude of optimism. A pathway is formed in our minds which in time becomes a thoroughfare; the belief that we have been treated with generosity and goodness of heart, that we have, if you will, been loved, begins to take root in our consciousness.”

R: Roster Addition

Welcome to the 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge. During the month of April, Chrys N. Jay shares snippets from friend’s books, and takes a peek at love.

Today, for ‘R’, V.L. Locey joins us with an excerpt from her book, Roster Addition.

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Veikko Aho, Wildcats star goalie, and his wife Liz are about to add a new player to their family roster. The open adoption of Maggie and Derrick’s granddaughter will help to heal the gaping hole infertility has left in the Aho’s life. Finally, that huge mansion on the Main Line will hear the sweet laughter of a child. 

But the birth that the Aho’s are so looking forward too seems to be stirring up some anxiety and unspoken fears for the grandparents. As the seemingly endless night of labor drags on, power struggles that threaten to break up a long-standing friendship rise to the surface. Can both families put aside their petty differences or will this precious new Wildcat tear them apart?
Here’s an excerpt from Roster Addition:
“Veikko,” I softly said. “We’re adopting because we have so much love to give, and our own baby is going to take some time to get here.” He stared at me for the longest time, the blue of his eyes darkening just a bit.
“If we had a private room, I would lay you down and make love to you for that,” he told me, his voice husky with emotion.
“I think we could probably find a room that isn’t in use.” I slid my foot out of my little black flat and ran it up the side of his calf. His amazing icy blue eyes widened as a smile played on his lips.
“I thought we were here to support Ashley, not have a tryst in an empty hospital room.”
“Who’s to say we can’t do both?” I seductively inquired, or I hoped it sounded seductive. I usually wasn’t the aggressor in sexual matters. “Unless you’re not up for a tryst?”
“Oh, Piglet, I am surely up for a tryst. I’m just pleasantly shocked to hear you offering to engage in one.” He slowly stood up, giving me a quick peek at the front of his trousers before he drew his coat shut to hide the erection he now sported.
I pushed to my feet quickly, my heart thumping like mad inside my ribcage. I had never suggested something so wickedly erotic to Veikko before. I could feel a flush rising to my cheeks as he gathered up the huge pink teddy bear from its seat at his left. Whatever had happened to meek little Liz Argon? Who was this sexy woman who had boldly asked her husband to engage in naughty adventures in an empty hospital room? I had no clue who I had become, but as Veikko slid his hand into mine, I was damned glad this feisty new Liz had spoken up.
You can find Roster Addition here.

Q: Quintessential Love Thoughts

Q: Quintessential Love Thoughts


How’s that for a title? Isn’t that a lot fancier than just ‘Quotes’? Besides, it uses a great ‘Q’ word, which I need for today’s post in the A to Z Blog Challenge. So, on that note…here we go…lots of great thoughts about a delicious subject…love.

“The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”

Victor Hugo

“I’m much more me when I’m with you.”

— (Unknown)

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.”

Helen Keller 

“I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”

Angelita Lim

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.”

Leo Christopher

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”

A. A. Milne

“I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.”

Lord of The Rings

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”

Herman Hesse

“I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.”


“I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’d been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since I met you, you’ve never left.”


“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”


“Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive.”


“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.” 

―Paulo Coelho

“I wish I could turn back the clock. I’d find you sooner and love you longer.”


“I hope you know that every time I tell you to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day, or sleep well what I am really saying is I love you. I love you so damn much that it is starting to steal other words meanings.”


P: Personal Fouls

Welcome to the 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge. During the month of April, Chrys N. Jay shares snippets from friend’s books, and takes a peek at love.

Today, for ‘P’, Davee Jones joins us with Personal Fouls.

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Personal Fouls gets down into the thoughts of Marty, Eugene, and Rudy. From the first time Marty and Lola meet, make love, and find their relationship destroyed by secrets of her past, you will know where he stands. How will Marty get over losing the love of his life, knowing he will see her until he dies? Was helping Sharlyn live the decision putting him over the edge?

Eugene portrays the image of uncaring, social misfit detached from the frivolous antics of society. What no one knows is how deep the longing of human companionship dwells within his soul. When Prisha is ripped from his life, without explanation or good-bye, he fails to recover from her deep brown eyes and irresistible challenge. Will he ever find the courage to connect again?

Rudy fell from football superstar to forgotten paraplegic. Mourning the loss of his career is secondary to losing the ability to make love, father children, or play in the LockHim Room. Wanting his personal life back so badly, he’s willing to explore options putting him back in love’s game. But, is Lola the one he really wants? How will he know the difference between love and lust?

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O: O Captain! My Captain! #AtoZChallenge

O Captain! My Captain!
V.L. Locey joins us today to bring us a snippet from her book, O Captain! My Captain!
Being a single working mother isn’t easy. Just ask Maggie Charles. She`s juggling a job she hates, a rebellious teenage son, and the aftereffects of an abusive first marriage. There isn’t room in her life for a love affair, not that anyone would want to romance someone her age anyway, right? So why, after all these months, when she runs into the strapping Wildcats` captain at a charity event, does the sight of Derrick Andersson leave her so breathless once again? Is that really desire burning in the captain`s green eyes when he looks at her? Is it possible for a couple of been-there-and-done-that’s to find love the second time around?
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“Oh yah, you telling that little girl to tell me,” he recalled, waving a hand the size of a hubcap from me to him and back again. “You think that’s a grown-up, womanly way to handle it?”
“Maybe not, but at least I made the effort!” I shot back, losing my train of thought as I stared into his eyes. They had small flecks of gold amid the jade.
“Oh yah, yah, yah. You made the effort! That was some piss poor effort,” he huffed. “It’s a good thing that I didn’t really think you was all that sexy to begin with.”
That stung a lot more than I wanted to admit. “Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t think you were all that sexy either with your face hair and crazy Scandinavian Rose Nylund manner of talking!”
We stared at each other for the longest moment of my life. And then some bizarre need to kiss each other grabbed us both and threw us into each other. My back hit the wall of the elevator. Derrick’s arms were wrapped around me like twin bands of steel. His mouth was moving over mine, seeking and tasting. I shoved my fingers into his hair to pull him down to a less neck-wrenching level, then I gave him the access he had been searching for.

N: No Job for a Woman #AtoZChallenge

Welcome to the 2017 A to Z Blog Challenge. During the month of April, Chrys N. Jay shares snippets from friend’s books, and takes a peek at love.

Today, for ‘N’, Sherry Gloag joins us to share an excerpt from No Job for a Woman.

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Julian Fanshaw answers a call for help from his lifelong friend Lord Worth to help keep his friend’s widowed sister, Deborah, safe from her increasingly vindictive neighbours. It doesn’t take him or Freddie long to realise the Grangers aren’t using her as a long-promised act of revenge against them, but are playing a deeper and far more sinister game of their own.
Here’s an excerpt from No Job for a Woman:

Julian watched the eleven men approach the manor house. Why would Deborah call together so many of her tenants on a Sunday afternoon? Unless…

His shout stopped the men in their tracks. One came over and took his horse’s reins while he dismounted.

“What’s going on here?”


“Where’s Mrs Stavely?” If the men refused to answer him, he’d ask Deborah. One look at their faces told him he wouldn’t like what he heard.

“Inside.” Julian turned, studying the man at the top of the steps. The fact they approached the front door indicated the situation’s irregularity. He lifted his bag down from his saddle and stared pointedly at the man still holding the reins. “Very well, I’ll ask her,” he said and strode towards the house.

“They’ve taken his daughter.”

The words stopped him in his tracks. His gaze took in all the men and came to rest on the one nearest him. “Whose daughter?”

The hitch of a thumb indicated the man leading the group. Two at a time Julian raced up the steps and faced the distraught father. “Do you have any idea who’s taken her?”

“Aye, them there at the Grange.”

“I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do…” He let the offer hang. “Do you know why she’s been taken?”


Not very informative, but why should these men trust a stranger?

“Take me to Mrs Stavely.” With an encompassing glance at the group of men he added, “Come.”

“What about your horse?”

“Take her to the stables, if you will, then join us.”

He’d come for answers. Instead it looked as though he’d walked into a crisis.

Another crisis.

You can get your copy of No Job for a Woman here:
Link – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01NBK06ZR/