Since it's coming up to Christmas, I expect each time I see a free Christmas themed book, I'm going to jump at it and also share it with you. I hope you enjoy this one. It's from one of the romance greats, Maggie Shayne.
A Brand of Christmas
Author: Maggie Shayne
October 21, 2015
The TWO opening novels
from New York Times bestseller Maggie Shayne’s TWO most popular series!
The Oklahoma All-Girl Brands, Book 1: THE BRANDS WHO CAME FOR
When good girl Maya Brand, eldest of five and the pillar of the family,
has a moment of weakness and a one night stand with a drifter, she
finds herself pregnant with a naked ring finger. Most Big Falls,
Oklahomans think it must be a case of immaculate conception. But the
drifter returns and trouble follows. So do an early labor, a freak
storm, and a Christmas you will never forget.
The Texas Brands, Book 1: THE LITTLEST COWBOY
Upright and Honest Sheriff Garrett Brand is furious with the younger
brothers he’s raised when he finds a baby on the doorstep one hot Texas
morning…until he sees the note with his own name on it. A motherless
baby boy, a soft hearted rancher, an overprotective family, and a woman
in deadly trouble spell heartwarming emotion, spine tingling passion,
and breathless romance.
The Brand Family…
A Miracle in Every Story!
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About the author
live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY, (Alliteration Alert!)
though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my telephone exchange is
Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. All of these are at least
in the same rural county in the southern hills of New York State;
Cortland County. There are more cattle than people here. The nearest
“big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are an hour away, in
different directions, and not really all that big by most standards,
though they both seem humongous to me. I look out my window to see
rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden meadows and
wide open blue, blue skies. My road is barely paved. The nearest
neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm.
My house is a big,
century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a
little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY,
burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an
11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog.
This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed
to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a
14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest
of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not
a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And
finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite
finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that
point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I
realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization
that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first,
particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up
my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I
started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded,
uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too
ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I
picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only
one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at
the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining
room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine
lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the
room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which
really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my
fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family
together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English
Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds
respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is
bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the
aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her
canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of
stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters
aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a
litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except
one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu
returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon."
Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes,
and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the
cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a
story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark
Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me,
survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the
rumors are true, he is much younger than I.
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