Today I'm honored to have the lovely Vonnie Davis with me today. She's here to share with us a bit about her new release, Those Violet Eyes. Welcome Vonnie!
Be sure to leave a comment! Vonnie will giving away a copy of Those Violet Eyes to one lucky commenter!
Joanne, thanks for having me here today. Ladies, Joanne and I are both writers with The Wild Rose Press and are also represented by the same agent, Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency. When I was setting up my blog tour for the release of Those Violet Eyes, she was one of the first to wave the welcome flag.
I’m a dreamer.
And darn proud of it.
Oh, make no mistake about it, I’m a realist, too. I was once a single mother with three children, holding down two jobs to keep hearth and home together. You can’t get more real than counting pennies to buy a gallon of milk or praying over your steering wheel that your old car will start one more time.
After my daughter got married, and I only had college tuition to pay for my two sons, I was able to quit the part-time job and go to college, too. Thank goodness for my employer’s college tuition reimbursement program. So, at the age of 45, I was able to achieve a long-held dream of mine: going to college.
But there was another dream, an older, wildly unachievable dream—or so I told myself. A dream that sprang to life the summer between the fourth and fifth grade. I wanted to be a writer.
Fifty-three years later that dream became a reality.
That’s a long time to dream, isn’t it?
Evie, my heroine in Those Violet Eyes, had a dream of going to college and becoming a music teacher. During her sophomore year, her momma was stricken with cancer. Evie dropped out of college to come home and care for her. Now, thanks to a promise she made to her momma on her deathbed, she’s trapped. She has no chance of attaining her dream.
Or does she?
Win, the man she’s fallen in love with, encourages her to pursue her dream. She takes all this as being pushy. Win, however, is a man who wants to see the woman he loves achieve her potential. He’ll do anything to see her happy, even if it means making her angry in the process…
He had no right. No right to reawaken a dream long ago snuffed out by the force of her family’s demands. She’d be lucky to move off the ranch into a place of her own, much less go back to college.
Her mare raced up a gentle hill toward high grass and shrubs. A pond came into view on the other side of the rise. She reined in her horse, slowing her to a walk. The mount stepped to the water’s edge and took a drink. After a minute, Evie urged her on. “Let’s walk around the pond, Molly Mae.”
Butterflies flitted from bush to bush.
Grosbeaks chirped pretty songs.
College was out of the question. As it was, her employment at the Lonesome Steer depended on how long Win kept on cooking there. Once Win quit, Gus’s need for a waitress would quickly decline. How would she pay rent and tuition then? She’d have to endure the pain and disappointment once more of having her dream snatched away. She could not, would not go through that again.
A movement caught her eye. Win sat on Blaze at the top of the rise, watching her. Waiting.
Damn him and his waiting. She hiked her chin and glared at him. He can wait until his hair turns gray. I’m not going to him.
Win evidently saw her determined features. He shook his head a couple times and clicked his tongue for Blaze to approach her. When his horse stopped beside hers, he glanced across the pond, watching the birds—or waiting. Damn him.
Well, she could wait, too.
She slipped a foot out of her stirrup and slung it across her saddle. Leather creaked. A bullfrog plopped into the water. Silent minutes clanged by, growing louder with each tick of some unseen clock.
“Never took you for a coward, kitten. Not with all that attitude you’ve got.” Win slid his gaze to her, his hazel eyes growing hard. “Or was that all bluster to hide a scared little girl.”
Before she thought it through, Evie slid off Molly Mae. “You come down here and say that to my face, Win Fairchild, you overbearing, pushy bastard. I’ll slap your ears so hard, they’ll make a jam sandwich. Two floppy ears jammed together, you no-brained idiot. What gives you the right to push at me like this?”
Win slipped off Blaze, all ease and grace. In a flurry of movement, he grabbed her arms and hauled her to him. “What do you want out of life, Evie? Do you want to rot away on the Double-Bar working for Dooley? Or do you want to go after your dreams?”
“Some dreams are just that—dreams.” Didn’t he understand?
Evie Caldwell hoards every penny for her escape from the servitude life created by a worthless brother and the endless work on a ranch that will never be hers. The last thing she wants is a muscled man with a macho Marine attitude complicating her life. But, oh, how that man can make her insides do a twitchy thing.
Wounded vet, Win Fairchild, returns to Texas to heal, find a piece of his soul and open a ranch for amputee children. Finding someone to love was not on his agenda. Nor was dealing with a wildcat, until she captures his heart with those violet eyes.
But now that he knows what he wants, can Win convince Evie to stay in Texas—and his bed?
Buy link is: http://bit.ly/ThoseVioletEyes
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My website is http://www.vonniedavis.com/
This one is definitely on the top of my TBR pile, Vonnie! It sounds fantastic. In fact, I have to admit I'm quickly becoming a fan of yours. Thank you for being here with me today!
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