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Hello Michelle and welcome to HJ! We are excited to talk with you about your new launch, Cowboy Up!
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Cowboy Up is the first guide in my Tangled Up Texas collection. It options Dallas Granger, the oldest of the five alienated Granger brothers who collect at a household ranch in Final Stand, Texas, when their father is critically unwell.
A very black and white man, Dallas owns his personal construction. business and is used to enjoying photographs. However she is concerned in her life, not solely together with her brothers, who this time don't just take the shit out of her, but in addition with Ashley Anderson, a phenomenal, not having fun with lady who she meets via a work undertaking. A challenge he’s pressured to take part in when certainly one of his staff lands in Granger Development in authorized hassle.
Ashley Anderson is aware of the kind of Dallas. Cocky and handsome, she seems to be down on thrift stores by shopping for single moms like her. That's superb, who needs him anyway? The longer he works with him, the more he realizes that he is not only a scorching physique and a horny voice. But when he provides him extra from his heart, he can’t worry letting him down like all other males in his life.
Beforehand, he was burned by a lady who solely saw him for his cash. it takes a while for Dallas to admit that Ashley is totally different. But when it seems like his business is back in peril and all signs point to Ashley, Dallas has no selection but to face him.
By the point he realizes he has made the worst mistake of his life, he has disappeared. If he needs him back, he has no selection however to be a cowboy.
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"Fuck me, right?"
It in all probability wasn't a good idea to talk to the San Antonio Police Division this manner, however Dallas was so stunned at the officer's assertion, words fly out of his mouth than he might stop them.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
Inform me some fun details about this e-book …  Initially, the title was "The House That Built Us" as a result of the Heroine and the Heroine combined in a house venture.
Inform us a bit of about the characters in your ebook. Once you wrote your primary character, was anything shocking about them?
I all the time liked the thought of a person with somewhat chip on his shoulder that the heroine took down a defeat or two. Not that Dallas is a jerk, he only has some preconceptions that his experience is flawed. He struggled and sweated to make his enterprise profitable. He fought together with his tooth and nails to get what he had, no matter what it value. So he’s justified in his considering.
I favored the concept Ashley, who gets some group help and help, would present her that issues will not be all the time what they appear. The fact that he wants a serving to hand does not mean that he’s on the lookout for handouts. That she also works together with her tooth and nails as she needs. In contrast to Dallas.
And I really like that Dallas is human sufficient to see it and admit to being incorrect.
If your e-book is selected for a film, what scene do you employ to take heed to the primary characters and why?
The first time Dallas and Ashley meet, we're at Ashley's finish. So we already know when he sees a handsome development worker get out of his truck, he thinks hell, he's scorching! But he also thinks he's in all probability too good to be true. So this snippet is a few minutes later. Dallas and the challenge manager had issues to discuss and Dallas requested Ashley for privacy. So now he's back outdoors and we're in Dallas for the first time since he noticed him. I like the first assembly because there are all the time so many undercurrents and subtleties, and skillful actors need to point out extra than just the original attraction their characters have for each other.
Because he most popular his personal tools, he went to get a software belt from his truck when Rick went in. Dallas had only fixed the belt when the lady stepped out the back door.
It had been a very long time since he felt the intestine in his gut just wanting at the lady, however it wasn't as long as he did. "I don't recognize it when it hit him.
It doesn't matter that his gaze first went to his tool belt. He went and lingered. His lips shrunk. He didn't know what it was, but the uniforms and tool belts seemed to do it to the women. What was the good news for him, Hudson, and Gage. not nearly as good Rykerille and Camille. Although they had a whole cowboy thing for them, then most likely they will not suffer.
"I'm sorry if I was rude. it's just it, that it was a personal business between me and Rick. "
His shoulder went up on straw. There was no anger or resentment in his eyes.
" You’ve got a right to your privacy. No have to apologize. "
It was a long time in the past when he had additionally met one in every of them. Dallas closed the space between them. Together with his hand outstretched, he introduced himself.
“Dallas Grange r. ”
“ Ashley Anderson. ”
Her agency grip stunned and impressed her. In her expertise, most girls had a light-weight contact and usually felt like she had a delicate flower she was afraid to hurt. But Ashley's was robust. Trusting. Attractive as hell.
What would you like individuals to remove from reading this ebook?
The significance of recognition if you find yourself flawed. And the way essential to your actions is to point out that you’re sorry than to say words.
What are you at present engaged on? What different publications have you ever designed?
I used to be simply getting ready model 2 of Ebook 2, the story of Gage, referred to as Cowboy True, to be released in January, and I’ve to start out Ebook 3, The Story of Cam, ASAP.
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Rafflecopter present for love / hate with Diamond G. There was no shortage of beauty within the Hill Nation area of southwest Texas. There isn’t any scarcity of variety. Rocks and plains. Rolling plains and prairies surrounded by glacial hills made from granite and limestone.
As a boy, he had canyons, rivers, and dwelling oaks tall and thick enough to keep him and his brothers entertained and out of hassle. He had multiple scar from dropping or dropping over the drum water from a branch he shouldn’t have reached.
He had beloved it.
Liked to experience his horse throughout the country, tenting together with his brothers. in the hills. Liked the night time campfires and lying beneath the celebs while the coyotes cheated nearby.
However then his mom obtained cancer and his father was damaged up. And regardless of how a lot Dallas tried to maintain the household collectively, to maintain it somewhat regular, bitterness and bitterness had sunk his tooth into his father, Diamond G. Anger, that he had remoted his mom to a bed room where he wouldn’t have seen him and the consequences of his sickness. Dallas was enforced as a guard.
Then it was bitter about his brothers as a result of Dallas had been left with a hard ass, a disciplinarian. The one who made positive there have been no games or events before the homework and chores have been achieved. What had repeatedly meant that there was no going on the market. After solely two years of separation, there had been several battles as to why they need to have listened to him.
Issues have been made worse by her mother's dying. Their father, who had not been helped throughout his illness, drove himself even more durable. There was even more distance. The occasions Joe was honored to talk to them have been criticized. They hadn't achieved this or it proper. They took too lengthy to get the job accomplished.
But his brothers didn't want constant supervision, and when the chores have been carried out, Dallas had to do one thing else. One thing for himself, away from his brothers and his father. Something that permits him to chill out, silence his thoughts. One thing that nourished his soul and thoughts.
Something that permits him to be his own individual as an alternative of making an attempt to maintain the household collectively.
He had found more than just woodworking; he had discovered his passion. What began as small bar shelves or a brand new Gage desk quickly become massive goals of homes, shells, decks. Own enterprise.
And one way or the other, regardless of his father's absence in every thing else, he caught to Dallas and needed extra. And he labored a lot more durable for him, so he would have less time in the small shed he used to work as a workshop.
“The ranch puts food on this table. Don't forget it, "Joe was shivering.
How could he? Joe reminded him of every meal. Reminded them all. Dallas tolerated it for as long as he could, but eventually he felt stuck in Diamond G as he slowly suffocated. He had spent most of his teenage years tied to a ranch and house for responsibility he had not requested but had assumed because it was needed.
Because he had never abandoned his brothers.
But when he hit twenty Gage, a bunch of babies, had been twelve, and while Ryker and Cam were still at home, and when Hudson graduated, Dallas felt they would be fine without him, and Joe was still working there on the ranch so his brothers were gone home or having to go without food.
Dallas had tried to talk to his father but Joe had nothing but a Diamond G. Every time he was disappointed with the Dallas dream, he warned him if he left he could kiss the large area his father had left him to say goodbye. It didn't matter that Dallas had kept the family together when his father failed. None of them mattered to Joe. The only thing that mattered was that his eldest son was not willing to work on the ranch.
So Dallas left. Oh, he visited sometimes, usually only during the holidays, even though the visits were satisfactory and cold. His father never asked how the business went. He had never said he was proud of what Dallas had done.
At least a man had never thanked him for doing what he should have.
And there the anger came.
Maybe anger was a word too strong, though sometimes it didn't feel like it. However, these were usually the days when he was allowed to look at Diamond G through the rearview mirror. The visit of the father typically had this effect.
But not today. Not unless his father was conscious.
Dallas slowed down while moving into the city. He crashed over Hickory Creek and drove north at Laurel until he came to Gordon C. Jameson Hospital or what the locals simply referred to as Jameson Hospital. Seeing Ryker's dark blue pin, he pulled it next to him.
He scanned a batch of dusty pickups and shiny cars. Although the sky was a mass of dark gray clouds, the Last Stand apparently had not received a drink from San Antonio. Other than Ryker's, Dallas did not see any other identified vehicles. Since he did not see Gage's Jeep, he thought he could get there in an ambulance. Dallas looked at the decorated copper-colored truck.
Four-four, shiny chrome trim, extended cab. Things were screaming new and expensive. Dallas smiled as he walked under the gate. Someone compensates.
His smirk faded as the glass doors opened. There was nothing more depressing than the smell of the hospital. Antiseptic. Disease. Concern and sorrow.
Although Jameson's Hospital had seen upgrades and modernizations over the years, there was not enough pastel paint and potted plants in the world to keep the rescue department alive. For it to be anything but what it was – depressing. While some of the wall decorations looked cool enough to be in the gallery, Dallas wasn't in the mood to give it the rating it deserved.
He was approaching the emergency room.
“Waiting for Joe Granger. I am his son. "
" The doctors are still with him. You have to wait there. "
" There's a waiting room. Dallas looked around. Couple hands; a woman's head resting on her husband's shoulder. Another man sat forward, head bent, hands hanging between his knees. The woman rocked a crying baby. While the explosion fluorescent lamp illuminated the room and the sunlight was filtered vertically between the blinds' yellow plastic slats, darkness filled the space.
"You did a good time."
Dallas turned around. His brother was in full EMT uniforms. Would he have been the one to bring their father?
"Did you tell me you could get my ass right here."
Gage's gaze hardened. As he and his brother all floated six meters away, he looked at Gage's square in the eye.
“You are not one of the following commands. You usually give them. "
It was an old allegation and one Dallas refused to enter the middle of the emergency room. In addition, he couldn't go back and change things, and even though he could, he would do the same thing. Someone had to step up and look after the family when their father had broken up. Dallas hadn't enjoyed it more than his brother. In fact, he hated it.
He also hated what it had caused to his brothers. They had been close before their mother had fallen ill. Before Dallas had to step in and be a hard ass. It had destroyed things between Dallas and his brothers.
And when Dallas stood up to Joe to say he didn't want to work on the ranch, it didn't take long for Cam and Hudson to do the same. Who had built fractures among others. Joe had told Dallas several times that it was his fault.
Common view of his brothers.
Although his "mistake" had made it easier for Cam and Hudson to do the same, it doesn't stop them from annoying him for the dates he had refused to allow them to continue, the homework he had forced them to do. To lift them, damn it, even when that was the last thing they all wanted.
Dallas blew a long, restless breath. For this reason, he only visited when he needed to visit.
"Were you the one who brought him in?"
Gage got his hands cleanly over the chin of his shave. "No. I just got a transition when the call arrives."
"Do we know what happened?"
"Looks like a heart attack or stroke right now. We don't know more until they have run the tests that are in progress."
"Good then. Why don't I go get some coffee for us? Is the cafe still?"
Just as he asked, Ryker came around the corner carrying two moving cups. Like Dallas, he wore jeans, boots and shirt, and like Dallas, was sporting a hat because he also had to leave his hat on his truck, even though Ryker preferred a cowboy hat over Dallas ball cap, but then they all did.
"Look who looked," Ryker said forward. His gaze remained in Dallas as he gave Gage one of the cups he carried.
"Ryker. I saw your truck in a batch. Every time you see of it, I am surprised that the remains of the old times things. "
" Yeah, well, when something matters, you just don't walk away from it. "
Imagining that he might as well take all the punches at a time as he looked past Gage and Ryker.
" Are there any signs of Cami? "He asked.
" I left him a message, "Gage said before taking a tentative "He had to drive this way, last I heard." He met Dallas's gaze over the edge of his plastic lid. "He promised to come help hay."
Of course, Dallas hadn't done that, but then he wasn't asked.
"What about Hudson? Did you get him a word?"
"It doesn't matter until we know more. He has only six weeks left to send. Hope Dad is fine and Hudson can finish it without taking an early vacation."
Dallas nodded in agreement. "I think I'll get some coffee while we wait."
Even though Dallas was not behind the warm feeling of rushing back n waiting room, he did not stay in the cafe, mainly because, even though it was counterclockwise, the smell of lunch still hung in the room. It was a mix of greasy burgers and tuna, and it was enough to convince Dallas that if he was still here for dinner, he was going to make a purchase.
Carefully, he took a tentacle coffee. If it tasted like the other room smells…
It was surprisingly good and strong, and Dallas took a bigger drink. Maybe he could walk the hall a little, at least until he had finished his drink. Then she got a new one before going back to the waiting room. If he was going to sit down with his brothers for the rest of the day, he needed more than one cup of coffee.
He decided to call his manager instead. "Ken, it's Dallas," he said when the call was answered. “Any word on Richard?”
“Yeah. An X-ray came back. Fortunately, it's just a bad sprain. They are still in the hospital, but Richard is off for four to six weeks. "
He made a mental note for Richard's text later, checked in and reassured him that he was getting his benefits ASAP, and if he was tight in the meantime, Dallas could pay him a loan.
“We'll make it work. Danny's got paperwork? "
" Not yet, but he will. And he drives Richard home. Later, we get his car back in place. "
" Sounds good. "
Dallas organized the work with his crew in mind, changing things until he had a plan to keep his goal with his projects.
" Any word for your dad? "
Dallas walked over to the window, looking out into the yard. were a wonderful sight. It's a shame that they opened the windows. Flower smell and the fresh air would have a long way to clean up the smell of a large room.
"No. Not yet. they perform the tests."
"What do you need, please let me know. I'm sure, that I can handle what happens when you're with your dad. "
" I know you could. But hopefully it won't be needed. I'm still planning to be there in the morning. "
" Okay, I'll see you then. "
, pushed the cell into his back pocket.
"You know most normal people don't work around the clock, do you?"
Dallas turned the window. The second youngest of the Granger boys, Cam, stood in a hipshot, his arms crossed over a button-down western shirt. His usual coarse grin was firmly in place.
"And most normal people grow up as they approach thirty years."
"Now where's the fun in that?"
Cam undoes his edge. cowboy hat. He was never without it. Like Burt Reynolds' character Smoky and Bandit, Dallas suspected that Cam only took it for one thing.
"It can't all be fun, Cam."
"Well, you know. You haven't had fun in more than a decade. "
Dallas rubbed his forehead. He had no exposure to headaches, but every time he came to the last stand he got them.
“Ryker and Gage don't tell me you're here. I thought you were on some rodeo. "
" I was. I went through Austin when I got Gage's call. I have been here for some time. “His mouth curved to the grin of a shit-eating grin. "I would have gone straight to the emergency department, but I ran into an old friend and we had some things to do."
Dallas shook his head. "Of course you did."
Cam's laughter ran through an empty cafe. "I just came in one of these." He tilted his chin toward Dallas coffee. "Is it worth bothering or should I get the soda out of the vending machine?"
"Actually, it's good."
"Great. Wait here and get one. “
With coffee in hand, they navigate a few short corridors back to the emergency room. The couple had gone, just like their mother and child, but the lonely man was left. Only now did he hold a cup between his bent knees. Dallas looked at Gage. His brother's hands were empty. There was a reason that Gage had gone to work; he had endless kindness. And while they were no longer close, Dallas wasn't sure if any of them were really needed, Gage would be the first to step forward and offer help.
Cam's appearance did not arouse the same hostility that Dallas had. , but then Camin was known to stop between the rodeos and give his hand to the ranch.
Imagining this to be for a while, Dallas settled in one of the yellow vinyl chairs. One by one the others sat. Gage wandered from time to time, logging in with nurses and doctors. He had never had much else to notice than their father was alive and unconscious and they were waiting for test results. They had sent Joe an ECG and CT scan and had an update list of blood tests.
Dallas checked in with Sherry at 3pm. He sounded tired. He told him to lock up early, keep making calls to him, and go relax. Then Dallas continued to plan on working in the morning so he would see him tomorrow.
When the call was finished, Dallas realized how hungry he was. He offered the end and grabbed something to eat. His brothers have not once departed from his suggestion. But then who would be right if they had a choice of food or hospital food?
Dallas returned within an hour, taking Hutchinson from BBQ Market or The Hut. Pulling three chairs together, Dallas placed containers of smoked breasts, beans, roasted okra, hot dog-sized dill pickles and corn bread.
The smell of barbecue sauce filled the waiting room, which was now empty except for the four Granger brothers. The scratches of plastic knives with styrofoam and the taste of the soda canes were the only ones.
At the table, doctors and nurses came and went. Files were read and exchanged, calls were made and instructions were given. Finally, after putting all the containers in the trash and the cans in the recycling bin, the doctor came to the waiting room. Four of them came to their feet.
"I'm Dr. Fletcher," he said. "I'm a cardiologist personnel. Your father is admitted to the ICU. He went to cardiac arrest earlier today. He is currently stable and resting, but is still in a coma. The good news is that it doesn't sound like he has gone too long without his original blood circulation. "
" English, thank you, "Cam said.
" That means breathing alone, "Gage explained.
" Right. Sounds like he was revived very quickly and he was here in an hour. "
" Then why is he still unconscious? "Ryker asked.
" It is not uncommon for patients who have had cardiac arrest to remain in a coma. . "
" How long? "Dallas asked.
" It could be hours, days, weeks. There is no way to know. The good news is that your father has many things that work for him. She is under sixty, she is not overweight. The time between the arrest and the spontaneous return to circulation was relatively short. He also shows a pupillary light response, which means that brain damage caused by anoxia should be minor, if any. "
" His eyes are enlarged when they shine into the light, and his brain has not been oxygen-free for long enough to cause severe brain damage, "Gage summed up.
" Right. "Dr. Fletcher turned to Gage." You can see him one by one and in just a few minutes, but I would say I go home and relax. I don't expect any changes today. If so, we know how to contact you. "
He left with silent rubber soles and his brother standing in a semicircle.
"I'll go first if it's okay," Dallas said. “Then I'm going to go out. Gage, if changes happen. ”
However Gage didn't reply. It was Ryker. And she or he was fucked.
“You’ll be able to't escape this, Dallas. Not this time. This isn’t all simply training since you need it.
"I'm not operating the ranch alone." Ryker's narrow gaze looked at them all. "If anything occurs to Dad, Diamond G divides into 5 methods."
"No," Dallas corrects. "Solely four."
Ryker ignored him. "It means we all need to go in. Not simply me. And Gage on holidays. And a beak between rodeos. And you," he snarls in Dallas, "a few times a yr, when you possibly can fit in."
back up. "There isn’t any method that I stay on the road. and I have an organization deal with."
"Yes, sure. standard shit. However you understand what? I also have a life. and I'm as busy as you’re, so do your botheration Again, his gaze shook everyone. "It's better for you all to make time. Now we're all working on Diamond G."
As an alternative of going first, Dallas ended last. By the time he walked previous his father's office, into the room, he was the one one left within the first-aid room. When each of his brothers took their turn, they left them immediately previous him and out the entrance door.
It was wonderful. the pool knew the place to seek out them, and Ryker had made it clear that that they had met everyone after the ranch.
Dallas stopped beside a door that was already carrying his father's identify on a nameplate next to it. It's funny that he spent a lot of the day in the hospital and he wasn't able to see his father lying in the hospital mattress.
His father had all the time been greater than life. Even when he had emotionally shut down his spouse because of illness and then dying, he labored like a canine and set sixteen hours a day. He was robust as a mule and equally stubborn. No one informed Joe Granger he couldn't do something.
Dallas mocks. He stated that they had one factor in widespread.
Joe oli vankka ja pystyi työskentelemään ympyröissä useimpien miesten ympärillä. Ei ollut ymmärrettävää ajatella häntä heikentyneen koomaan. Ja silti useless oven toisella puolella oli todiste siitä.
Hän helpotti oven avaamista. Vaikka hänen äitinsä oli kuollut kotona, nähdessään hänen isänsä makaamassa siellä oli silti hirveästi samanlainen. Hänen ruumiinsa oli niin vakaa kuin hänen olleensa ollut.
Vaikka fyysisesti siinä oli monia eroja. Auringossa työskennelleet tunnit tarkoittivat, että Joen kasvot eivät olleet niin vaaleita kuin hänen olleensa. Vaikka hänen työstään karhennetut kädet olivat kylkillään, ne näyttivät silti pystyvän nostamaan heinäpaaluja kuten Lego-lohkot. Lihakset korvasivat hänen kyynärvarrensa ja hartiansa olivat edelleen linjahakkurin leveyksiä.
Toisin kuin hänen äitinsä, joka näytti olevan heikko kahdeksankymmenen vuoden ikäisenä, vaikka hän olikin vasta puolivälissä. Lihassävyä ei ollut jäljellä, ei useless papereita, jotka olivat luiden päällä. Hän ei olisi voinut painaa yli yhdeksänkymmentä puntaa kuollessaan. Siellä makaa, hän näytti haamulta.
Hän hyppäsi, kun joku harjasi hänen ohitseen.
"Anteeksi", sairaanhoitaja sanoi lämpimällä hymyllä. ”Minun on useless tarkistettava hänen elinvoimansa.”
Dallas pysyi poissa sängystä, kun hän otti Joen lämpötilan, verenpaineen ja tarkisti hänen silmänsä. Hän nauhoitti kaiken kaavioonsa ennen kuin liu'utti sen takaisin isänsä sängyn jalkapaikkaan.
Kun he olivat jälleen yksin, Dallas muutti isänsä puolelle. Hän ei ollut pääsiäisenä lähdettyään ajatellut, että seuraavan kerran kun hän näkee isänsä, mies olisi koomassa sydämenpysähdyksen jälkeen.
Dallas putosi huoneen yhteen tuoliin. Jälleen kerran vastuun paino laski kovasti hänen harteilleen.
Voi, ei ollut niin, että hänen veljensä olisivat enää lapsia. Jopa Gage nuorimpana oli 20-luvun puolivälissä. He voisivat pitää huolta itsestään. Hän voi aina vuokrata ylimääräisen käden tai kaksi paikoilleen.
Mutta huolimatta siitä, että karjatilalla oli useless muutaman kerran vuodessa, kuten Ryker syytti häntä, totuus oli aina, kun Ryker soitti pyytämään apua, Dallas osoitti.
Joten vaikka hänellä ei ollut aavistustakaan siitä, kuinka hän aikoo puristaa sen sisään, ja että työskentely veljiensä kanssa Final Standissa oli mitä muuta kuin helppoa ja nautinnollista, Dallas aikoi tehdä sen.
useless toivoen sen lopussa, hänen isänsä ei ollut ainoa, joka tuli ulos tästä elossa.
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Hän ei ole koskaan sekoittanut liiketoimintaa nautinnolla … toistaiseksi
Kun Dallas Granger lähti perheen viimeisestä osastosta, Texas, ranch, hän ei ollut suunnitellut paluutaan. Mutta kun lääketieteellinen hätä kutsuu häntä kotiin ja juridinen asia vaikuttaa hänen liiketoimintaansa, yhtäkkiä hänen perheensä ei ole ainoa asia, joka tarvitsee uudelleenrakentamista. Valitettavasti hänen uusi projekti käsittää talon rakentamisen naiselle, joka ei vain herättää hänen toiveitaan, vaan myös pelkojaan. But if he needs to say her as his own, he’ll need to tear down the partitions he’s constructed around his coronary heart.
Single mom Ashley Anderson is aware of all about juggling. Between an assortment of part-time jobs and raising her sixteen-year previous daughter, she doesn’t need a hunky development employee with an angle as a distraction. Even one who steps in to help her when she wants it most. However life has taught Ashley that when the going will get robust, she’s on her personal. It’s going to take a person with a Texas-sized heart to point out her that this cowboy isn’t going anyplace.
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Meet the Writer:
Award-winning writer Michelle Beattie started writing in 1995, virtually instantly after coming back from her honeymoon. It took 12 lengthy years however she achieved her dream of seeing her identify on the duvet of a e-book when she bought her novel, What A Pirate Wishes, in 2007. Since then she’s written and revealed a number of extra historical novels as properly a up to date. Her pirate books have bought in a number of languages, been reviewed in Publisher’s Weekly and Romantic Occasions. Two of her unbiased self-published works went on to win the Reader’s Selection Silken Sands Self-Revealed Star Contest.
When Michelle isn’t writing she enjoys enjoying golf, studying, strolling her canine, travelling and sitting outdoors enjoying the peace of country life. Michelle comes from a big family and treasures her brothers and sister in addition to the handfuls of aunts, uncles and cousins she’s proud to name household. She lives outdoors a tiny town in east-central Alberta, Canada together with her husband, two teenage daughters and their canine, Ty.
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