A few weeks ago I announced in a post that my sweet Grandma wrote a book! My Grandma’s A Writer! I’m so excited for her to finally be chasing her dream, and to top it all off SHE IS SOOOOOO TALLENTED!! I’ve never in my life came across a woman so loving, genuine and humble, so I think when this book is released I’m going to bawl my eyes out with pride!
Here’s a little progress update: I’m helping her type up a second draft and I’m almost finished with it! Next up is a few rounds of revisions and edits hopefully to be completed by the end of the holidays so we can get this beautiful piece of writing on the shelves!
Here’s a little bit about the story: Coming Home To Paradise Valley, An Old Fashion Love Story by Doris Mangum is a beautiful soft romance that truly represents a lovely heartfelt era. The setting is absolutely to die for! It’s based in a small countryside town in Utah. Terry is a spitfire cowgirl who, at 19, seemingly has it all. Her family, along with her best friend Brad, are all fantastic. I love them! Terry winds up in the path of a Rodeo Cowboy TJ, and he turns her entire world upside down.
Terry’s story is one of a kind. It’s emotional, I’m talking jam packed! It covers a long period of time so the reader is able to really experience Terry’s ups and downs. It’s full of love, grief, growth, family bonds, and long built relationships.
I may be bios, but I’ll tell you now that ADORE this book!
Did I mention how excited and proud I am of my grandma?
Here Is A Little Bit Of A Sample:
Terry’s hair swung back and forth like a horse’s tail swishing flies as she worked and day dreamed. She had hoped Brad would have been home from college in time to take her to the Rodeo. But, he had decided to take some summer classes and couldn’t get away until tomorrow.
He wanted to be a Veterinarian, and was trying to get through school as soon as possible. Oh well, she thought. The Thursday night Rodeo was not that great anyway. Friday and Saturdays were the best. Someone came in the door just then, and interrupted her thoughts. Her heart jumped. Maybe Brad had come home early, she hoped at first, but her gut feeling told her otherwise. She was almost afraid to turn around because the half-scared, half-excited feeling told her that once she did, her life would never be the same again.
“Be with you in a minute.”
She threw over her shoulder as she reached to put the grill brush in its place. A chill ran up and down her spine as a deep voice said,
“No hurry Blondy, I only want a coke.”
Terry slowly turned and looked right into the most handsome face she’d ever seen on a man before, including her dad and Brad. He had eyes as dark blue as the midnight sky on a moonlit night. His hair lay back in thick black waves, except for one rebellious curl that insisted on falling over his left eye. Driving women of all ages crazy. He had a perfect black mustache, not too big and not too small. Terry froze in her tracks and for the first time in her life, she was speechless. The only thing that crossed her mind was, Dear Lord, let him be over six feet tall.
He lazily looked her up and down, and she felt like she was standing naked in the city park. Finally, he gave her a dimpled crooked grin that made her break out in goose bumps. He slowly got up and walked toward the Juke-Box. It gave her a chance to catch her breath and regain her composure. It also gave her a chance to look him over. He had broad muscular shoulders and arms, and narrow hips that were way to sexy in his tight Levis – which made her blush to even be thinking such a thing. He was well over six feet tall. Get a grip, she scolded herself.
“What’s your favorite tune, Blondy?”
“The name is Terry, and you can play anything you want. They’re all westerns and I like them all.”
She heard him chuckle as he selected a song. He came back and set down at the counter again.
“I take it you don’t like to be called Blondy,” he said.
“Blondy is a cartoon character. Here’s your Coke if you want anything else you will have to wait for Elle. I’m officially off duty as of twenty minutes ago. Of course if you’re starving I could fix you something, I guess.” She answered a little irritated.
“No, I ate at my trailer, unless of course Ella is better looking than you are, which I doubt.”
“See for yourself,” she answered as Ella walked in the door. “There she is now, at last.”
Ella was a happy go lucky heavy set middle aged woman, who never let anything upset her. Especially the time. She was never on time for anything. But, her bright happy disposition seemed to light up the whole room wherever she went. Even though her slothfulness irritated Terry she couldn’t help but to love her and laugh at her far-out excuses. Terry grabbed her bag and hurried out the door before she got involved in whatever reason Ella had for being late this time. The tall handsome cowboy was hot on her heels.