Showing posts with label #shilohsaddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #shilohsaddler. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

What’s more American than Rodeo?

Today being September 11th, I thought I’d frame my post around a patriotic theme. With the Fourth of July picnics all done, the kids all back in school and fall upon us, it’s time to turn on the TV and watch some sports. Baseball has started and football has started too. But I’m here to talk about another American sport – or rather the U.S. version of it – bull riding.
In American bull riding, the rider must stay atop the bucking bull for eight seconds. He is not allowed to touch the bull, the rope or himself with his free hand. The rider wins points for his ability to stay in control during the ride. The bulls are assigned points as well for their agility, power and speed. This sport truly pits the human against the animal’s raw natural power.
No wonder bull riding has been called the deadliest 8 seconds in sports!
In Perfect Ride, by myself and Shiloh Saddler, the lead character and bull riding champion, Garrett Anderson, picks a dangerous bull to ride, hoping to gain maximum points and secure his win and this is what happens during his 8-second ride:

Garrett bit down on the mouth guard and squeezed the bull tightly with his legs. The gate swung open and Spitfire didn’t move. He acted like he’d already expended all his energy acting up in the chute. Come on. You’re supposed to be one nasty bucker.
The gateman closed the gate and Garrett had to reset. Freddy stood near him ready to offer any assistance. Garrett cussed under his breath and rewrapped his hand.
“Come on, Spitfire, it’s time for both of us to go to work.”
Garrett slapped the bull’s side, getting his attention. He nodded again to the gateman and this time they burst out of the chute, but he couldn’t spur until the bull settled his footing. When he did, Spitfire charged and weaved down the arena snorting and thrashing his head along the way. Every toss of the massive head brought those creamy-clear horns dangerously close to his thighs and his guts. Garrett’s heart settled squarely in his throat and he struggled to breathe. Holding tight to the rope, and squeezing his leg muscles until he ached, he felt like he was being dragged by a runaway train. He wished the bullfighters would come in and shoot the crazy animal.
The bull didn’t slow down or change course. The steel barriers loomed closer and closer and closer. Should I bail? If he jumped, he’d have no chance at the money. He gripped the rope harder, his knuckles turning clear, and hung on as Spitfire crashed into the heavily reinforced gate head on, horns clanging against the metal nearly pitching his rider off over his head. Garrett felt his arm pulled out of its socket and pain engulfed his shoulder. Then Spitfire spun and rammed Garrett’s leg against the gate. Garrett heard the loud crack over the roar of the crowd, felt the sharp stab of pain race up his thigh hard and fast to jolt his brain. More adrenaline flooded his system and the pain went away. His leg dangled uselessly against Spitfire’s side. Without it to help keep himself upright, he was entirely at the bull’s mercy. Garrett’s already hard breathing quickened. He felt the sickening surge of combined pain and panic clawing at his awareness. Just don’t get tangled up in the rope. With his broken leg, he wouldn’t be able to stand and would be whipped around like a rag doll. Now he could only grip the rope tighter and pray. His whole bull-riding career flashed before eyes going all the way back to mutton busting. A sour taste rose into his mouth. Was this going to be his last ride?
The bull snorted and bucked into a right-hand spin. The change of momentum threatened to push him into the well. Then he heard it. One of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard or would ever hear. The buzzer sounded and Garrett let go of the rope with relief, crumpling to the ground. He laid there unable to move. With the ride completed, awareness of the pain in his leg took over. It was impossible for him to stand now, much less run. He gritted his teeth and attempted to crawl away from the bull, the pain so intense it felt like his leg was on fire. He finally gave up, crumpling into the dirt.

Tune in to the PBR on your local CBS Sports channel and see for yourself how nail-bitingly long 8 seconds can really be! http://www.pbr.com/en/bfts/tv-schedule#/bfts_television_broadcasts
If you’re feeling patriotic, they play the national anthem at the start of every night/day’s competition.  Here is a video of one such anthem, and she does a pretty good job! 


Happy trails to you and yours,

Eva

Here’s more about Perfect Ride: 
Blurb:
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for a love he never realized he’d been missing.
Surrounded by hate, Cole Richards wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their night together leaves him with. But when he’s shot, and stuck in his hospital bed, Cole watches every second of Garrett’s disastrous ride, and is heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?

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Eva Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

Shiloh Bio:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00H6CN5D4 

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Perfect Ride by Eva Lefoy and Shiloh Saddler - a GLBT Western Romance

When I told Shiloh that I was writing a bull riding story she got really excited. She grew up on a ranch and is a bona fide cowgirl. Myself, not so much. I grew up in ag country, but my dad was a hydroelectric mechanic. So when I turned the story in to her for a beta read, things got ugly fast. And I do mean ugly. I believe her exact words were, “You don’t know anything at all about bull riding, do you?”
Ouch! Lucky for me, Shiloh is somewhat of a PBR expert – she even dragged me to a bull riding event here at our local arena. Boy, did I ever feel out of place. Yes, we have county fairs here and yes, I’ve been bulls up close, but this event was completely not my sandals-and-socks wearing style. I found myself quickly overwhelmed by the noise in the arena, (it was held inside), the craziness of crowd, and the shocking willingness of the bull riders to rattle death’s doorknob for eight seconds of fame. Were they feeling lucky? Heck, I don’t know. I saw one guy hauled off in a stretcher, but still alive. Lucky means different things to different people I guess.


Turns out I’m a lot more squeamish than Shiloh!
After that first read-through, a collaboration was born. Shiloh keeps the bull shit from being bullshit, and I plot out the smexy. And the crazy clowns. I just can’t help it. I seem to need a little humor in everything I do.
Shiloh just sent me the corrected version of Book II. She has one more bull riding scene to re-write and I have to fix a weird passage or two, but it’s mostly done. By the way, get your MM smexy in Book I, because Book II is M/F and Book III will be a M/F/M ménage.

More details soon!

Eva

Blurb:
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for a love he never realized he’d been missing.
Surrounded by hate, Cole Richards wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their night together leaves him with. But when he’s shot, and stuck in his hospital bed, Cole watches every second of Garrett’s disastrous ride, and is heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?

Excerpt:
Garrett eased his big frame out from behind the stationary table. “Well, I’m game. I’ve been sittin’ on too many tame ones lately. Could use a little excitement.” His sizzling look said he wasn’t talking about bulls. “You gotta head back to work?” He stretched, flexing his chest as he raised his arms and clasped his hands over head.
Cole visually traced the outline of every curved, solid muscle as it moved under his shirt, wondering how they’d feel if he rubbed against them. He hoped he’d find out before this rodeo ended. He shook his head. “Not till after dinner. I have the night shift tonight.”
“Well, don’t that suck. First night here and all.” Garrett put his arms down and tossed his empty plate in the trailer’s tiny sink.
Cole stood, hung his hat on a peg, and ran his fingers through his hair. It stood up in little sweat curls. Time for a shower. “It does. But I gotta spell the boss’s son. He just got back from Hawaii.”
“Hmm.” Garrett managed to prowl across the distance between the sink and the table, though it was only a couple of feet. When he reached Cole, he ran a finger down the placard of his snap-front plaid shirt. “I was in Hawaii, too. Didn’t see you there.”
“I didn’t go. I take care of Spitfire stateside. The boss’s son takes care of him if they fly.” His gaze snagged on the man’s Adam’s apple before lifting higher. The smooth burnt caramel color of his skin was shiny with sweat. It was hot in the trailer. He really ought to open a window. Later. Right after he licked him clean.
“And who….” Garrett moved his hand lower and lower. It rode the length of his shirt before running over his belt buckle. He didn’t pause but slid the hot caress right on down. “Takes care of you?”
“Nobody.” His whisper came out raw, filled with more need than he’d intended to show. But hell, it had been a good nine months since…. No. He didn’t want to think about Cash right now. Not with a man as hot as Garrett Anderson reaching below the beltline.
“Now that’s a damn shame.”
The heat of Garrett’s breath fanned over his lips as his fingers reached the bulge in his pants, traced along it, and palmed the entire hardening length.
He groaned as Garrett cupped him firmly. His hips automatically pressed forward, urging his cock into Garrett’s palm. He wanted to come right then and there. “Jesus.”
“No, sir. Name’s Garrett. Garrett Anderson, and I don’t mean for you to forget it.”
He whined when Garrett’s mouth closed over his. God he wanted to see this man naked. Right here, right now, in his shabby old trailer. This bull rider would be the best thing he’d ever had in here. He placed a hand on the back of Garrett’s head and crushed their mouths together, hungry for the man’s sweet cornbread and barbecue sauce taste. Most of the men he’d kissed tasted like dust and smelled like cows. But Garrett’s mouth was honeyed heaven.
Garrett grasped his ass roughly, slid his hands down the cleft, and cupped just behind his balls. He snugged their bodies together and lifted Cole tight against him. Their cocks abraded, sparking heat inside jeans threatening to melt the fabric. He broke the kiss long enough to ask, “Got a bed?”

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Eva Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

Shiloh Bio:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Writing After Loss–It Isn’t All Grimm

My Grandma passed away and my world tilted off its axis. She was a big part of my life and the rock of my family. After she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I became her caregiver. I enjoyed the quality time I spent with her the last few years. She was a dear lady who continued to teach me life lessons in her deterioration.
After her passing, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t overwhelmed by grief. I had had a long time to say goodbye and had made peace that this day would come. However, taking care of my Grandma had become my life. I no longer had to wake up early to help her to the bathroom, do the several loads of laundry or make sure she took her pills.
It was stressful cleaning out the house. When all the family pictures were taken off the walls the fact she wasn’t coming back hit home. Grandma was a big supporter of my writing. She always encouraged me growing up and proudly displayed my poems and short stories. Her mind was gone when I finally became a published author, but I know she’d be very proud of me.
Once the sorrow passed, I realized this was the time I’ve been waiting for. I now had the freedom to write full time. It has been difficult to get started. I’m still battling my sense of loss and have emotional breakdowns from now and then, but I know this is something she’d want me to do.
I am currently working on a Grimm re-telling for Decadent’s Beyond Fairy Tale line. It will be a M/M historical western. I like my cowboys muscular and stubborn who don’t mind getting down and dirty! If you are interested in reading a cowboy story now you can check out Perfect Ride I wrote with my co-author Eva Lefoy.

Available HERE
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for a love he never realized he’d been missing.
Surrounded by hate, Cole Richards wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the longing their night together leaves him with. But when he’s shot, and stuck in his hospital bed, Cole watches every second of Garrett’s disastrous ride, and is heartbroken when the battered and bruised bull rider leaves town.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole wants only Garett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?

Author Bio and Contact:
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.



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