Monday, 17 June 2013

Monday Moments presents Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker



Is it Monday? Then it has to be a Monday Moments spot. 

I've got Mickie Sherwood with me today to tell us about her novel called- Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker. Mickie has been absolutely fantastic about featuring my novels on her 'Blurbs in Bloom' slots so I'm delighted to welcome her here today.

Hi all,
I'm Mickie Sherwood. I'd like to thank Nancy for the opportunity to share one of my loves, Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker.
  
Blurb:
Widow Veronica Torres needs something desperately—invisibility. Escaping the clutches of her conniving brother-in-law and traveling incognito in the RV she traded for online sets her on a collision course with her new destiny, and a barreling fiery-red 18-wheeler.



Trucker Mike Masterson steams at the close call. First, he nearly sideswipes her. Now, she ends up at the same rest stop with mechanical trouble. Maybe, she deserves to sweat it out in the June heat since she has the attention span the size of a pea. But, the child in her company deserves better. What else can Mike do besides cart them to his garage for repairs?



Will their burgeoning relationship ignite more fireworks than the upcoming Fourth of July celebration? Or will the sparks of six nights and seven days of summertime sizzle—fizzle to an end?


Here's a little snippet to read with your coffee...

Veronica Torres and Trucker Mike Masterson meet again when he comes up on her broken down RV on the side of the highway.

“I can tell someone’s been under your hood. I just wondered how long ago. That’s all.”
Veronica answered politely with a hint of uncertainty. “I’m sure those things were done before I picked up the RV.”
Not wanting to hurt her feelings, Mike chose his words with care. “You’re probably right.” An inaudible preposition sneaked into his comment.
“But?”
“It’s really a good idea to have those things done by someone you trust so close to departure. Look.”
He braced for her wrath. Who was he to scold her?
Her shoulders slumped as she noticed a belt hanging near the engine. “You’re right. I do remember being told that by—” Her sentence went unfinished.
“Mama?”
“I’m right here, Sammy. Mama won’t leave you.” She backed up a few steps so he could see her through the glass as she continued her conversation. “I called for assistance. But, that was hours ago.”
“The middle of nowhere probably has something to do with that.” He swiveled to bury his hands in the belly of the motor home. “I can fix this for you.” He rose to look down at her, clapping his hands together to rid them of dirt. “I just can’t do it here.”
“I understand, Mr. Masterson. I’ll wait for the tow.”
“Tell you what.” He began to bargain. “I’ll cart you to Jacksonville. That’s the closest big city that’ll probably have a shop open in the late hours of the day.” He noticed how she studied him. “How does that sound?”
“I don’t know,” she hedged. “I mean, we were going in that direction. But, that’s putting you out of your way, I’m sure.”
He sensed exactly what she meant. She didn’t know about him. “I live on the other side of Jacksonville. So, this would be no imposition. Plus, how many big trucks has Sam ridden in?”
“Not just Sam,” she admitted. “Okay, Mr. Masterson. I accept.”
She stunned him.
“It’s Mike, by the way.” He slammed the hood. Veronica extended her hand. A quick swipe of his hand down the front of his jeans cleaned them for the shake. His grasp swallowed her soft hand as he wrapped his fingers up her wrist. He still held firm when her grip loosened.
“I know you need that hand to get us on the road.” She mocked him, to his surprise.
“A good observation. Sorry.”
“No need to be, Mr.—uh—Mike.”
Mike threw himself into scoping out the best way to handle the job. “We need to get you on level ground. Think you can steer all tires back to the median if I give you a nudge?”
“You mean with that monstrosity?”
He looked at his purring red-hot truck.
“It’ll only be a tap.” When that doubtful look remained, he added, “Promise. All you have to do is put it in neutral and stay off the brake until you’ve coasted far enough to see the entire front of my grill in your side mirrors.”
He watched her scan his features, wondering what went through her mind.
“I’m sorry to be such a bother.”
“You’re not.” Having been so engrossed in settling things, Mike now realized the spectacle they made on the roadside. She was definitely a cutie. And him—he was just a cowboy trucker. “What do you say? Let the travelers have both lanes back?”
“Oh!” A trickle of laughter spilled out. “I say let’s do it.”


I say Veronica is in for the ride of her life. What do you think? You just might be right about that, Mickie.

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Mickie Sherwood's Bio:
I'm a cruise-loving, people-watching, picture-snapping baby boomer with time on her hands. So, I write sweet and spicy relationship-based mainstream contemporary romantic love stories.

Stop by Mickie's Mutterings anytime if you love recipes with pictures. You'll drool over the Louisiana cuisine.

Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet, spicy romance – a heartbeat away! ~~

Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet, spicy romance
a heartbeat away ~~                          

Best wishes with Cutie and thanks for featuring today, Mickie. 

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2 comments:

  1. Hi Nancy,

    I think Veronica and Mike will really hit it off! LOL

    Thanks, again, for sharing Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker with your visitors.

    I love to see 18-wheelers on the road so much I wrote a post about them http://mickiesherwood.com/blog/2012/12/09/18-wheelers-that-rule-the-roads/.

    I hope your visitors take time to check it out.

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    1. Hi Mickie. I'd love to see that happen too!

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