Please welcome Stephanie Berget to my blog today with her book, Silver Dreams On A Tin Can Budget. Let's hear about Toughie, the family goat!
We are a rodeo family. If you’re a rodeo family and have girls, you are going to have goats. Each spring, my husband would go to the cow sale and buy a goat or two for my daughter and her friends to practice goat tying. One year, several friends asked him to get one for them. He came home with eight goats, seven sweet little ones and a Pygmy billy goat of indeterminate age.
I’ll give you one guess which goat we ended up with.
Toughie was a pain from the moment he became ours. He climbed on cars and haystacks, ate the neighbor’s flowers, and stood in the middle of the road and dared cars to make him move. Butting anyone who got close enough was his favorite pastime. He could chew through any rope we used to tie him up in ten seconds flat. After resorting to a light chain, we made him a home beneath the big cottonwood tree out the back door. Even then, he couldn’t keep himself out of trouble.
One day, I was feeding him and watched as he walked to the garage, stood on his hind legs and peered in the window. Then, he reared back and butted the glass, shattering it.
He apparently saw himself in the reflection and wanted to show that other goat who was boss.
Despite that, he lived with us for many years.
I haven’t written a goat into any of my books yet, but the sequel to Silver Dreams will feature Toughie
What a little troublemaker! LOL. He could probably get his own book!
Let's find out about Silver Dreams On A Tin Can Budget....
She’s found her dream… He’s losing his…
Reed is desperate to save the family ranch and can’t afford to be distracted by a fun-loving blonde who delights in making him laugh. But Catie is determined to leave tragedy behind her and reach for her dreams—no matter what. Working with silver and gemstones calls to her creative soul, and so does the quiet cowboy with a lot on his mind.
Can love bridge the gap between their two worlds?
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Reed watched as Catie’s eyes went wide. Softer looking than her twin, but alike in every other way. His heartbeat picked up, and he almost reached out and pulled her into his arms.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. McCoy?”
Her voice changed from determined to that of a giggly high school girl in a scant second, and she batted her lashes fast enough to take flight.
He studied her for a moment longer. How could two women look exactly alike and give off such different vibes?
From what he’d seen of Eleanor so far, she was self-sufficient and studious, calm and contemplative. Totally focused on her new business. From what he’d heard, she succeeded in anything she undertook.
Catie appeared to be a little girl lost. The corners of her full, pink lips quivered as he stared, and he pulled himself from his musings. If she giggled one more time, he was out of here.
There was nothing about this woman that was what he was looking for. Catie was not the woman for him. There was no way he was going to be a caretaker to another person as long as he lived.
“Never mind. I’ll talk to Eleanor later. Good luck with those beads.” Now, why in the hell did he say that? Keeping his eyes on anything but Catie’s pretty face, he turned and walked out the door. Once in his truck, relief covered him like a blanket.
Too bad it was immediately replaced by disappointment.
Eleanor Kershner was the type of woman he’d always been attracted to, but when he closed his eyes, it was Catie he saw. Catie’s sweet expression. Catie’s tempting body. Catie’s wicked grin. After talking to her today, he couldn’t imagine why people couldn’t tell them apart.
He slapped his palms against the steering wheel. It must be the stress of worrying about the ranch that was messing with his mind.
A movement caught his eye, and he looked up to see Eleanor striding down the wooden walkway the town had restored in front of the shops in the original part of town. It didn’t take a genius to know which twin was walking toward him. Eleanor’s no nonsense walk ate up the distance from her car to the antique store. So different from the fluid way Catie moved.
There his traitorous mind went again.
It was time for him to find a wife and start a family, and Catie wasn’t right for either position. That would be Eleanor.
Eleanor would have the business sense to help him regain ownership of the family ranch his father had pissed away. And the confidence to not be needy.
Babysitting dear old Dad, when the man finally gave up any pretense of work, had drained Reed.
Eleanor’s smile was so small he wasn’t sure her lips had moved after all. It occurred to him that he’d never seen her smile. He hadn’t seen her show much expression at all as opposed to Catie whose thoughts played across her face in Technicolor.
Just as he reached Eleanor, Catie came through the door of the Turquoise Moon. “Ellie, did you get the mail? Did my package come?”
Reed shook his head. She was like a kid at Christmas.
He stepped in between the sisters and faced Eleanor. It was a boorish move, but he didn’t have time to wait around while Catie got whatever bright bauble she’d ordered. “Do you have a minute?”
He felt a soft tap on his shoulder and heard the whispered word. “Jerk!” When he turned to answer, he found Catie wearing the same smile she’d had in the shop, bright and sappy.
He suspected it was the one she bestowed on her few customers and on jerks. To give her credit, he had been rude, but still… “Excuse me?”
“Oh.” She giggled after the word, but there was no humor in her gaze. “You are definitely excused. Now, Eleanor, if you’ll hand me my order, I’ll leave you to take care of Mr. McCoy all alone. He has something really important to discuss, and he’s made it clear it would be over my silly little head.”
Uh oh. I can feel the conflict coming..... This sounds like a great read.
Let's find out a little bit about Stephanie Berget.
Stephanie Berget was born loving horses, a ranch kid trapped in a city girl’s body. It took her twelve years to convince her parents she needed a horse of her own. She developed a lifelong love of rodeo when she married her own, hot cowboy. She and the Bronc Rider traveled throughout the Northwest while she ran barrels and her cowboy rode bucking horses. She started writing to put a realistic view of rodeo and ranching into western romance. Stephanie and her husband live on a farm located along the Oregon/Idaho border. They raise hay, horses and cattle, with the help of Dizzy Dottie, the Border Collie and Cisco, barrel and team roping horse extraordinaire.
Stephanie is delighted to hear from readers. Reach her at http://www.stephanieberget.com
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