A Cowboy for Mom


A Cowboy for Mom – Blurb

For fifteen years Carson MacDonald has been thinking about the woman that had vanished from his life without a trace. Working his family ranch has kept his days busy but his nights are too long and empty without her there. Carson never forgot his first and only love, no matter how much he tried.

Jennifer MacElroy did what was needed to survive after having her heart broken. But fate is a fickle thing and she’s forced back to her birthplace to take part in training for her newest movie role. Unfortunately it’s on Carson’s ranch. If she’s lucky the new persona she’s taken on as Monica will help her fly under the radar. What she hadn’t counted on was her daughter.

A few hints, a couple of clues and these two are facing off once more. Will they get beyond past hurts or will they lose one another again.

Story Excerpt (acceptable for all readers)

Throwing his truck into Park, he sat for a long time staring over the manicured lawns. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the roadway, flowers followed the paths, and giant trees created interesting patterns of light over everything.

Slowly, he turned off the engine and pocketed his keys. Grabbing the bundle from the passenger seat and his Stetson from the dash, he slid out into the cool morning air. Pushing the hat onto his head, he took a breath as he locked up the truck.

He walked slowly along the path and paused when he reached his destination. Clearing his throat, he swallowed a couple of times before he felt comfortable enough to begin.

“Hi Mom,” he said quietly. “I know it’s been awhile, and for that, I’m sorry. The ranch has been pretty busy already this year, but I’m sure you remember how that goes. Too much to do in too few hours of every day.”

Rubbing at the bridge of his nose as birds chirped in a nearby tree, he shifted on his feet. “Had to hire a couple more hands and from the way things look, I’ll be getting a couple more come June. Bev called the other day,” he said, mentioning his younger sister, a major pain in his ass. “She said to tell you hello and to let you know that she and Mark were thinking of you.” His sister’s husband  never particularly liked his mother-in-law, but he did respect her for raising a strong, independent daughter.

“Both her rugrats are getting big, so she says, though I won’t be able to see for myself until the end of summer, when they come down from New York to visit. Talked to them both briefly, though, and it sounds like Moira has a boyfriend. Yeah, I know she’s only seven and we all know how well those last at that age, but she’s pretty excited. Mark definitely is not happy about it, even if Bev tells him it’s just a puppy crush. He still thinks he needs to have words with the boy.”

Grinning, he shook his head and then spoke about his nephew, Collin. “Collin’s getting all A’s again this year and doing well on the wrestling team. Bev says he’s a scrapper and, while he’s still gangly at ten, he’s got some solid technique happening. They’re planning a trip down to Florida once school is out to visit with Dad. I told them that if I can manage it, I’ll slip away for a couple of days to meet them there for some fun in the sun. But we all know how hard that can be.” Especially with his old man having found a new woman to share his life with. Not exactly how he wanted to spend his time, watching his old man make the moves on a younger woman. Or spend too much time with his sister, who would bug him nearly nonstop about his life and the fact that he didn’t call and relay all to her as he was apparently supposed to do. But seeing the kids was really why he wanted to go, since he missed his niece and nephew.

“Anyway, I just wanted to come by and say hey. I know I’m a little early, but Mother’s Day falls on a cattle buy day this year. I know, they should know better. But I’ll come back on your birthday too and bring you something a little more special, as well. I promise you’ll like it and no, it won’t be expensive. I know how you always hated us blowing our hard-earned money on you.” She’d always insisted that both he and his sister make her a gift each year.–something from their hearts to her, something they thought she’d like, and she always did, no matter how butt-ugly it had been.

Crouching, he lay the bouquet down gently. “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma,” he whispered. Pressing his hand to the cold stone that marked her final resting place, Carson bowed his head and let out a shuddering breath. Sixteen years and it never got easier but still he came each and every Mother’s Day and birthday. “I love you, Momma,” he managed to get out around the lump in his throat.