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The Cattleman’s Daughters

This past week I have been sick and while sick, I read about The Cattleman’s Daughters a series written by Author Danni Roan. I believe these are the first books I’ve read by Danni. I’ve seen several posted on Facebook through various groups, but hadn’t gotten around to reading them just yet. I read books by so many Authors that it is sometimes hard to keep up, especially when I’m busy doing my own writing.

I don’t enjoy being under the weather but I did truly enjoy each of these books. I think of all the characters Winnie and Joshua were my favorites. You’ll have to read the stories to understand why as I refuse to write spoilers.

Dear Danni,

Thank you so much for writing these sweet stories and for being brave enough to publish them. I truly enjoyed each one of them. I enjoyed the collection of people that became a family. It reminded me of how over the years as a military wife, I have adopted several different people into my family. Some are old enough to be my siblings or parents, but I still call them my adopted-kiddos.

I loved how each daughter was truly her own person and how much they loved their Daddy and the ranch. I thought the old timer’s were rather sneaky with their matchmaking schemes. I wondered for a little bit if they were ever going to get one couple to get their heads out of the books and into the kissing!

If I have a favorite from these I’m going to have to choose The Love and Loss of Joshua James. It tied everything together very nicely and gave more insight into the man with a heart big enough to love again and again. I, however, enjoyed each book.

I would also like to say, Thank You for including God in these stories. That is a rare and precious find in some stories and it was what I needed to be reading at this time. I didn’t feel it was over done or under done. You blended it as naturally as it should be and I thank you for that. It is much appreciated.

I look forward to reading your other works, but for now, I must return to my own wip. Thank you for being with me through this sinus crud.

If you haven’t read anything by Danni, I suggest you try The Cattleman’s Daughters. I would also recommend that read the Companion books in between the book they accompany. I did not do that as I wasn’t sure what a companion book was. After I read the series I went back through and read the companions. It was still good, don’t get me wrong, but I feel I would have enjoyed them even more had I read them along with the series.

Should you choose to give The Cattleman’s Daughters a test drive and you enjoy it, please be kind and make an Author’s day by leaving Danni a review. It encourages Authors to keep writing and remember it’s not a book review. You don’t have to critique it, just simply say, “I liked it” or “I loved it” or “I enjoyed it“. That’s it – nothing more.

If you enjoy sweet western reads, I do believe you’ll enjoy these. I would love to know if you do and what books would you recommend? There are so very many and so little time. I find a most of the books I enjoy through a few special Facebook groups – feel free to check them out.

Pioneer Hearts

Contemporary Western Hearts

Sweet Wild West Reads

The Rumor Mill

My Kindle is Starving

…and many more. Perhaps, I’ll write a post for you and provide you a list of all the ones I belong to or participate in. There are also several websites that help you find new reads, authors and books that are either free or discounted.

I love the Facebook pages/groups created for readers and by Authors as the Authors themselves will interact with you and that is wonderful to me. I love that.

Until next time – enjoy your reading!


Front Porch Time Vol.1

Welcome to my front porch…


…I sit out here as often as I can to write. I love the early morning hours with my cup of coffee, the twitter of the birds and the whisper of the leaves as they dance upon the breeze. It’s a musical melody like none other; new and fresh with each dawn.

I even enjoy the evening hours and watching the day as it comes to a close. Sadly, the mosquitoes enjoy nibbling on my skin as their evening treat. I wonder if my blood tastes like sweet caramel coffee? Perhaps, that’s why they like me so much.

The front porch was my one requirement when we had our home built and I treasure every moment I get to spend on it, minus the bugs. Yet, they are the sacrifice I’m willing to make for the beauty that surrounds me here in the Virginia woods.

Just this morning a doe walked in between my home and my neighbors, crossed the road and jumped into a patchy wooded area. I love watching them. They usually walk up to the back of our property as it meets up to a National Battlefield full of trees, where for the most part I believe they are safe. I think I’ll put a salt lick out there for them, maybe they’ll visit me more often then.

Sometimes there is a woodpecker in the tree before the front porch that comes to visit me, I think I’m going to have to name him as he’s a regular. More often than not there is a squirrel or two playing across the electrical lines and there is a beautiful blue and white bird that comes to visit me from time to time.

There’s a lake nearby, but I do not have a lake view. Once in awhile however, I can see that sun glinting off the water through the trees behind my neighbors brown home. If I were closer or had a lake view, I would also be blessed with watching the swans and geese play. We’ve about 6 swans out here. Rumor is Swans are not very friendly…they sure are beautiful to watch though.

A friend of mine, Rachel, lives not too far away yet, near a different lake. It also has swans. She has named them. If I remember correctly, her favorite is called Brutus. I am going to have to learn more of his story as this intrigues me.

Perhaps you think I’m just rambling this morning and perhaps I am, who knows. Truth is, I haven’t posted in over a week and I thought I share with you the joy my front porch brings me, as I’ve also missed it this past week.

I’d been writing away on my current WIP (work in progress) and I’d been trying to hit that magical 3K word count. It took me an entire weekend to reach it. This drove me crazy as I can easily sit down and write 1-3K letters! My friends and family have always teased me about writing them small books vs letters.

Why was this so difficult for me? As I continued to write I found myself thinking, “this is atrocious” or “I should just start over” and “it sounded so good in my head, what happened!” I reached out to my best friend and a few fellow writers – all encouraged me to press forward. So I did, word by slow little word.

On Sunday, June 25th, I stayed up late continuing my battle and I began to feel a little under the weather. On Monday morning I knew I didn’t feel well. My sinuses had begun draining down my throat causing it to hurt. Yet, I pushed forward. I enjoyed some time on my front porch Tuesday – it was a beautiful day and then at 3:20 p.m. and 4, 235 words, I checked out.

I had finally made it to the scene I’d been dying to write from the moment the idea entered my mind. From this point I expected it to feel as if someone had just turned on the water faucet. Instead, it felt like the drain had been clogged. I was tired, my throat hurt, my head pounded and all I wanted to do was sleep. I continued to think about my WIP, continued to have ideas for it and wrote them in the notes of my phone, but I did not open the document.

I found myself opening a new book…and as I read I began to wonder if I was hiding out from my own work. No, I didn’t feel good. I still don’t, but I was reading – so obviously I could write something, right? I continued to examine this holding area I found myself in, wondering if it were my own doing. How come the words were not flowing freely…

I know the story. I know where it’s going and how to get it there. So what happened? What was holding me back? I think I’ve finally come up with the answer. A thousand words before I checked out I wrote this line:

Grandma had said, “take God with you”

It is not the first mention of God in my WIP, but it is significant. You see, I believe that when we are doing something that brings us closer to God, Satan gets very jealous. If he wears panties they’re probably very twisted about now. Satan doesn’t want us in a relationship with the Lord and so when we draw closer to God, Satan clogs the drain.

………………………………………………………………………………………………….AKA a sinus infection.

I also realized it wasn’t just Satan clogging the drain. It was me. Normally, when I sit down to write, be it a letter, story, poem or article; there is something weighing heavily on my heart and it needs released. I need to examine it, pick it apart and put my feelings out there in front of me in a way that makes sense. Or I feel the overwhelming desire to reach out to someone and try with everything I’ve got in me to get them to see what I’m laying before them in order to somehow help them. I let my heart bleed and it is excruciatingly beautiful.

What I mean by that is that while it is painful to open myself up and allow the raw emotions of past experiences to breathe – the end result is generally pretty, like that of a diamond being refined by the fire.

When I wrote the line:

Grandma had said, “take God with you”

I didn’t realize it at first but my heart had begun to leak out onto the page. By word 4,235 – I knew my intuition was beginning to take over. I could feel it. This time it scared me, because this time I won’t be the only one or second one reading it. It will be public.

I got sick. I escaped into a few good books by Danni Roan (The Cattleman’s Daughters) and to my surprise God continued to be there prodding and pushing me back to my own work. I jotted down little notes, I took naps and I read books. I lost my voice and energy, but continued to take little baby steps that would pave the way forward. I am still recovering, my voice is rough, quiet and my head a bit foggy. I will most likely take a nap again today and read a little more, but I am ready to type again.

I will allow intuition to flow through my fingertips and rest in the assurance of my heavenly Father for without him the story would never see the light of day. As I continue my journey forward I pray for better health and unclogged drains. I also ask that if you are of a praying mind to remember me and the story I’m writing. Perhaps along the wings of your prayers The Scent of Coffee and I will get a little further down the road.

I’ve a very special release date in mind and I’d love nothing more than to make it happen. Thank you for visiting with me on my front porch today. I hope you have a happy and blessed Independence Day.