Sunday, November 13, 2016

Melissa shares a missing scene from Coming Home from the boxset Cowboy, Yours

Thank you Liza for having me over today. I want to give your readers a special treat. I’m sharing with you a prologue which was written for Coming Home but wasn’t put in the book. This gives the reader a chance to see Jackson’s high school summer job.
Misssing Scene from Coming Home….

Liza: That sounds fun. Jess! Make me some popcorn! Oh, and for the record, I had nothing to do with the missing chapter.

July 2006
The lightning struck brightening the night sky and highlighting the cows and calves feeding in the field. Jackson sat on his Roan, Windwalker and studied the animals. Tonight he had first watch. His summer job as a ranch hand was a dream come true. After Amherst high school let out on June 5th, he packed a bag of clothes, loaded his car and didn't look back. He'd always wanted to be a Wild-West cowboy. He'd gone so far as to wear cowboy boots and western shirts to school. Out of place in small town, Amherst. But in Montana, he'd come home.
Jackson tugged his jacket tighter around his shoulders and wrapped his bandanna around his neck. The wind had picked up sending a chill through his bones. July in the mountains was very different from summer in Ohio. He'd have been in beach shorts and t-shirts, hanging out at Lakeview, and checking out the bikinis on the sand. Not in jeans and flannel, on top of a mountain.
He inhaled, catching the scent of grass, his horse, and the herd in front of him. Twenty-six heifers and their calves fattening up to replace the older cows which were headed off to the meat plant. The circle of life. Never get attached to the food. Jackson learned the lesson his year in 4-H when his prize sow became someone's rib dinner. It had felt like losing a pet, but he never named another animal again.
Each streak of lightning gave Jackson a chance to keep an eye on the herd and search for predators. Yesterday, another guard had fought off a pack of hungry wolves who'd gone after one of the calves. Luckily, a round of pellets to the alpha's ass sent the rest of the pack looking for another meal. He tapped the butt of his shotgun, comfortable with it close by. The cows were his meal ticket and keeping them safe—his job.
A gritty, dirty job but one he'd dreamed about since watching shows like Bonanza and Gunsmoke on television. A chance to pit himself against Mother Nature and live off the land with good friends. His family didn't understand but they'd been supportive, which was more than Jackson could say for his girlfriend, Stacey. She'd sent him a goodbye text when she realized he'd been serious about his summer job. He'd heard from his sister that Stacey was now dating the star quarterback. Knowing she found someone else relieved Jackson. He knew she'd never fit in on a ranch. If only he didn't have to return to Amherst for his senior year.
Jackson lifted his face and searched the sky. Rain was desperately needed. Many of the creeks had dried up a few months ago, forcing the ranchers to seek out other water sources for their stock. Luckily, the Sweet Spot Ranch had a spring fed pond on their property, but the lack of water had brought the surrounding wildlife in closer. The wolves hadn't been the only animals seeking an easy meal. Rabbits, elk, and deer could also be found around the pond. Thankful for the fresh meat, the ranch hands had taken to rigging traps for the rabbits.
He glanced over at the dozen rabbit skins drying on the homemade rack. Jackson hoped he'd be able to use some of the fur to line his boots before the early snow came in August and before he'd be back in high school. Fur lined boots would keep his feet warm against the cold Ohio winters as well as they did in Montana. Just one more year of school and he'd return, maybe save up some money to buy his own small spread. He sighed.
Another shot of lightning lit the sky. This one was so close, it sent a sizzle down his neck. He grabbed the reins and dug his heels into WindWalker's side, moving him closer to the cows. Strange noises reached his ears. The herd jostled and moved. A soft light glowed behind them. He edged his mount over for a closer look. The smell hit him. Smoke. Not the smell of food over the fire or a good cigar, but the smell of grass burning.
"Wake up, guys!" He hollered as his horse galloped toward the herd. Using his voice and herding skills, he forced the heifers and calves to move away from the flames—to safety and the pond. The herd panicked unsure of where the danger was coming from. They needed guidance.
As other ranch hands joined in, moving the herd, other men started a bucket brigade desperate to put out the fire. Jackson leaped off WindWalker with his gun in his hands, determined to create a break before the fire could get closer to the herd. Using his gun and his boots, Jackson carved out a deep line in the grass.
Suddenly, he heard a loud cry. A shrill noise of fear. He headed in the direction of the sound. As he rounded the hill, he saw a brown calf trapped between the fire and a pack of hungry wolves.
Jackson shook his head and slid a shell into his gun. He lifted it to his shoulder and took aim on the wolf closest to the calf. He wasn't about to leave one of his animals behind. He took in a deep breath, then slowly released it as he pulled the trigger. The kick on the gun sent his shoulder reeling. Keeping his gaze on the wolf, he saw his pellets hit it on the nose. It screamed and turned tail, taking the rest of the pack with it into the woods.
He jumped over the flaming grass and ran to the calf. Unharmed, she quieted when she saw him. Slipping the bandana from his neck, he looped it over his face, covering his nose. He needed to get her back over the fire and return her to her mother. Unable to carry the almost two hundred pound animal, the only way Jackson would get him through the heat was with the help of WindWalker. Whistling for his mount, he smiled as the horse dashed toward him. Lifting the calf's front legs and positioning it over his horse, he lifted the calf so it hung over the neck of WindWalker. He leaped into the saddle and grabbed the reins. Jackson stowed his gun and kept his free hand on the back of the crying calf, hoping to calm it. Leading the calf toward the line of flames, Jackson said a prayer that they'd both get through this. He'd never tried it before but had seen it done on one of his shows.
At the line of flames, the calf balked and almost slipped off WindWalker. Jackson kept his grip firm on it's back. He shrugged off his coat and laid it over the calf's head, with a kick to his horse's flanks, they surged forward. Before the calf could register the heat, she'd gone through it. Jackson leapt off onto the ground and tugged the calf down to the ground. He removed his coat from her head and ran his hands over her shoulders and legs, making sure it wasn't injured. Just then, the skies opened up. Torrential rains fell causing the fire to sizzle and disappear.
"Hey. Is that you, Jackson?" A voice called out.
He turned to see the foreman and a ranch hand riding toward him. Slipping his jacket back on, he led the calf over to the men.
"What happened? We heard a shot." Removing his hat with one hand, the foreman pointed at the calf with his other.
"She got separated from the herd, then trapped by the fire and wolves. Forced to shoot the wolf pack again, I still needed to get her back across the fireline." He unwound his scarf from the calf. Finally released, she cried out. With the returning call of her mother, the calf took off toward the herd.
"Everyone else safe?" The foreman turned to the rest of the group, mounted and waiting with the herd.
"All cows, calves and ranch hands accounted for." One of the hands replied.
"Let's get everyone back to our home pasture. Move them out." Turning to Jackson, the foreman patted him on the back. "If you ever give up ranch life, you'd make a good fireman. Cool thinking under fire."
Jackson wiped at his face and forehead with his bandana. "Thank you, sir." He slung his shotgun over his shoulder and strode over to his horse. Slipping his foot in the stirrup, he slid into the saddle and took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
As you can see, Jackson loved living as a cowboy but sadly, he needed to return to Amherst, Ohio when his parents died. He became a fireman and meets the baby of the Wilder Sisters… But you can find out more in the Cowboy, Yours box set available now for only $0.99.

Cowboy, Yours
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Ryelee's Cowboy by Kathleen Ball:
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In a Cowboy's Arms by Krista Ames:
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The Secret Truth at Dare Ranch by Cheryl Gorman:
A woman struggling to save her failing ranch, overcome the tragedy of her brother's death and one man's determination to preserve his best friend's memory.

Coming Home by Melissa Keir:
Fate threw Shevonne and Jackson together in a desperate search for her missing father. Can a blind woman and the womanizer rely on each other to rescue Mr. Wilder or will insecurities and stress cause their blossoming relationship to self-destruct?

A Totally Different Life by Lyssa Lane:
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Cooper’s Redemption by D’Ann Lindun:
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Book Trailer for Coming Home by Melissa Keir

Melissa Keir- Bio

For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.
I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.
Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!
Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.

I’d love to hear from you!
Other Books by Melissa Keir
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  1. Thank you for having me over. Your couch is very comfortable and you are a gracious host!

  2. Fabulous scene, Melissa. So sorry you couldn't keep it in the book, but it made a fantastic post and is a great introduction to Jackson. Best wishes for happy sales!

    1. Thank you Jenna. It didn't really fit but it was a wonderful piece... so I've decided to share it with you all.

    2. Your character was no doubt stronger for it.

    3. It's always harder to cut than to add. :)


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