Dance to a Wylder Beat Cover Reveal

 

                At the staff meeting where The Wylder West meeting was announced, my first reaction was ‘I could never write a book like that’. Despite my house being surrounded by horse farms, I thought writing a book set in the American Wild West was too much of a stretch for me. However, that night I dreamed of a mystical man trying to hide his gifts to blend in as a common settler. I chalked up the dream to going to bed directly after the meeting with a belly full of cookies.

                Two days later, one of my colleagues in my Shamanic Meditation Group session announced someone was ignoring a calling. I had been an apprentice for over a year and received very few callings. I didn’t believe the statement was directed at me, despite having three nights of the same dream visitor. A nightly visitor with rippling pectoral muscles and flowing black hair was not a hardship…ah-hem.


Dance to a Wylder Beat Book Blurb

               When I picked up the library box of books for my son’s homeschool lessons, I was smacked in the face with my calling. Instead of books on Vikings, I got books on the Arapaho people. The colleague who gave the warning is of Arapaho descent. I read, dreamed, and studied to write the story of my dream visitor – Nartan Sagebrush. My proposal to the committee was a blur and when I read it now, it sounds like someone else wrote it. I didn’t make fancy character aesthetics, an outline, or my usual plot index cards. Instead, I poured thoughts into my computer in a state of flow. I wrote Dance to a Wylder Beat in less than a month with my fingers flying over the keys as if possessed by someone else.



I can’t wait for you to experience the magic, passion, and romance of Dance to a Wylder Beat. I present to the people of The Wylder West, the cover:


Here’s an exclusive peek inside:

When I turn back, the men are wrestling in a cloud of dust. Dead Eyes’ friends hoot like owls while a small crowd gathers around the scene. Being half-drunk, Dead Eyes is two steps slower than Nartan, who is landing punches on both sides. When Dead Eyes slams his gun on the ground in surrender, the dust settles, and I can study my future husband.

Nartan’s muscular body straddles the smaller man while his broad chest billows. His hat has blown off in the scuffle, revealing two thick black braids adorned with feathers. Tendrils of raven-black hair wave around his head. “Quiet wife for a quiet life” my bloomin’ butt. This man is a sweet lick of passion wrapped in a delicious exterior. I think I’m gonna like being Mrs. Sagebrush just fine. I can handle an odd stick as long as he has the countenance of Nartan because I’m not as normal as I appear myself.


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  1. I love the cover and I'm so glad you followed your calling to write this Wylder story! I'm looking forward to reading it!

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