John Wayne starring as Rooster Cogburn in "True Grit"
Winter-gray howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Well, isn't this just perfect for us erotic romance writers. I'll bet lots of us authors will be taking advantage of the Chinese Year of the Fire Rooster, which begins today, on the New Moon. ~big smiles~
A Fire Rooster Hero ... now there's a characterization to please a heroine. I should create one for Wolf Peak Territory ... oh for enough time! Oh, and this just hit the ole brain—what about Rooster Cogburn, the irascible western hero John Wayne played in "TRUE GRIT"?
Update: Author lost...author lost...okay, you know when you have specific plans, a goal to reach, a deadline...well, since that collapsed with the Box Set... yes, I'm still writing on that story, my Wyoming Wrangler erotic romance, and it's going pretty good ... however, I'm not certain where to jump next... or actually where to jump since that story is really just designed for a Box Set ... currently, I have certain restrictions—the ole bugaboos of time and energy—that limits what stories I'm able to write ... a lot of mental energy is require to construct and worldbuild a story ... anyway, so there it is ... plus, I'm dealing with several life challenges... meaning, in part, I never know what I can get accomplished.
In all truth, as I think I mentioned before, I've thought of what I'm calling a taboo erotic romance that would only be available at Smashwords, simply because there seems to be a market... but whatever...???
Anyway, here are SIX PARAGRAPHS from the temporarily titled, Wyoming Wrangler. Unedited, of course.
Dale Vilogo shut the door of his Dodge Ram pickup with a flick of his wrist. Saturday night, and like he figured, most of the townfolk poured inside the country western bar and danceclub. The vintage brick building dominated half a block.
Waylon Jennings singing "Highwayman" streamed through the open doors, and hell yeah, excitement electrified the air. Dale paused in his long stride, shooting his gaze to the wide open Montana sky.
The first stars of night twinkled, and reverence for the heavens filled him as always. But yep, sure enough, there was his shooting star. A blazing flash across the darkness. Then gone.
Ever since his days as a kid on his family's ranch, he'd had an uncanny knack for seeing fireballs. One summer he'd counted over a hundred meteorites streaking across the black starry skies.
It was purely magic. No matter the science behind the atmosphere-burning meteors, every sighting quickened his heartbeat—felt magical to him.
Yep, no doubt, luck was his companion tonight. Dale grinned wide striding for the entrance of the Thunder Corral.
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Run on the Wild Side of Romance
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