December 23, 2013
I invited my friend author Cheryl Gorman to guest blog today. I’m so glad I did. Cheryl has a new release called The Judge and the Heiress and it’s doing wonderfully well. Check it out. Please welcome Cheryl Gorman.
Just for fun I googled the word love. 1,810,000,000 results. Astounding right? What is it about love that shakes a person to their foundation? For me, the answer is simple: Love is the most powerful emotion on earth. Love has no equal. Love has driven people to lie, cheat, steal, beg, walk through fire, climb mountains, brave countless danger and even kill. And there are so many different kinds of love like romantic love, parental love, love for children, love for pets, love for home and family, love of friends, love for a favorite movie or book…the list is endless. Love can drive someone to do things they never dreamed they would do or planned to do.
Here is an example. When I moved to Colorado in 1987, I went to work for a small computer software company where I met my husband. This company was his first big client. He owned a small data and voice cabling company at the time. I was the receptionist for the sales team. The office suite consisted of a large space with the crush of sales people on one side where I worked and the service department on the other. One day my husband-to-be walked in the service department on the opposite side of the suite and the sales manager said, “Have you met out new receptionist? No? Well, let’s go leer at her. She’s kind of cute.” So my husband walks over to the sales department and he is standing across this large room from where I’m sitting at the receptionist desk. Apparently I was frowning. But he said he took one look at me and knew he was going to marry me. This revelation scared the holy bejeezus out of him because he never planned to get married or have a family. Totally not on his radar. So he avoided me for two months. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have a clue how to avoid his destiny. So began our courtship.
I remember the first time we actually met face to face. My supervisor introduced us. My husband walks in wearing jeans, work boots, a jean jacket and glasses. He leaned against the wall, tried to act cool and looked at me. The whole time he was shaking in his shoes. Ladies, he was hooked. All I had to do was slowly reel him in. For several weeks following, he called the office to chat. He asked me questions like, ‘Do you like movies? Do you like art?’ and so on. Then one day he called and asked me for a date. Finally. Lightning or the hammer of God must have dropped on his pointed male head! We had our first date on Friday the thirteenth and we went to see the movie Fatal Attraction. Neither one of us had any idea what this movie was about. So here we are, sitting in one of the last of the big screen theaters on Colorado Boulevard with surround sound watching Glenn Close play with knives and cook rabbits thinking, “Holy crap what have we gotten ourselves into?” The next day a snow storm hit Denver and a Continental jet crashed on takeoff at the old Stapleton airport. That evening my closest friend called from Atlanta to tell me her husband had been killed in a car wreck that morning leaving her and their three year-old son behind. What a weekend.
Now, twenty-four years later, my husband and I are still together and happily married. For us, love conquered all that weekend and continues to conquer anything life throws in our path.
Here is a quote about love from one of my favorite movies of all time—Moonstruck.
“Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this either, but love don’t make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!”
That’s amore. And that’s why I write romance.
Excerpt from The Judge and the Heiress
Linc McCord finished up repairs on the automatic watering pump system for the barn and walked to the stall housing his horse, Jax. The gelding, a golden palomino with the gentlest nature of any horse he’d ever owned nickered, his ears perked eager to swish his tail and frolic in the sun. “Ready for a little exercise, boy?” Linc gave him a quick brush, put on his favorite saddle and shortly they were headed south toward the back of the Rocking M ranch.
Linc rocked gently in the saddle to the rhythm of his horse’s gait and let his mind clear. The Salvation River flowed east to west across the property next to the Rocking M that belonged to the late Maddie Franklin and then across the Rocking M until it joined up with the Brazos. In the distance he saw a figure on an inner tube, bare legs and arms dangling, a hat over their face gently floating along the river. He halted Jax next to the water. The horse lowered his head for a drink.
As the person on the tube drifted closer, he saw ringlets, the color of new copper wire sprouting from beneath the black hat that covered their face. Sunlight blazed down on a pair of small but nice female breasts. As he sat his horse mesmerized by the sight before him, the tube caught on a limb that had fallen across the stream and stopped the sunbather from going further. She didn’t move. Not one twitch, just laid there in the sunlight oblivious to the world and the water flowing around her.
Linc cleared his throat. His horse nickered and stomped one foot. Nothing. Drunk and passed out no doubt. Irritation rose inside him. He hoped she hadn’t tossed her empties along the river banks or God forbid into the stream. Time to throw a lasso into her little afternoon party.
“Nice day for a swim, but you’re trespassing.”
At the sound of the deep male voice, Kinley’s eyes popped open. Quickly, she covered her bare breasts with her hat. She turned and saw a cowboy sitting on a horse washed in sunlight, the horse’s golden coat gleaming. The man was tall, broad shouldered but his dark brown hat shadowed his face. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes or his hair or even his features. “Trespassing?”
“Yeah. You’re on Rocking M land.”
She glanced around and couldn’t see any landmarks from her aunt’s place like trailers or hear the humming sounds of the llamas. Kinley shaded her eyes with her hand and said, “Sorry, I must have drifted. The sun and the breeze felt so good on my bare skin I fell asleep. I’d drift back but the current flows east to west.” She smiled, but he didn’t smile back.
The cowboy pushed the brim of his hat upward with a knuckle and when the sunlight lit up his face she melted right there on the spot. The man was down to the ground handsome. Perfectly proportioned features, wide jaw, sensual lips. A lock of chestnut hair fell over his brow. She still couldn’t see the exact color of his eyes because he was squinting against the bright sunlight. “You’ve got two choices. You can swim back against the current or you can walk. Although I wouldn’t advise walking because there are laws against public nudity in this county.”
Of all the cowboys she’d come across during her barrel racing career this was the first stuffed shirt she’d ever met. Laughter bubbled up and she let it fly.
“What’s so funny?”
She heard the edge of annoyance in his voice which only made her laugh harder. “Are you the sheriff or something?”
“Haven’t you ever been skinny dipping before?”
He straightened in the saddle, the leather creaking under his weight. “What did you do with the empty beer cans or wine bottles or whatever you’ve been drinking? If I find any of your empties floating in this stream or thrown on the river bank, you’ll be charged with littering as well as trespassing not to mention public indecency.”
Kinley shook her head. She’d never met anyone so uptight. “What makes you think I’ve been drinking?”
A corner of his mouth slid upward in a little smirk and her whole body tingled. “Because you’re buck-ass naked floating in a river in broad daylight. That’s not something a woman would do unless she was intoxicated or high on drugs.” He tilted his head to the side. “Are you? High on drugs, I mean?”
Kinley started laughing again which made his expression turn serious. “You don’t know much about women do you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I don’t drink in the middle of the day or to excess Mr…?”
“As I said I don’t drink Mr. McCord nor do I use drugs. It’s a hot day and I’d been driving for hours. Thought I’d cool off, that’s all.”
“In the nude?”
“Didn’t have a swim suit. I fell asleep and the next thing I knew I was here. You wouldn’t happen to have a towel would you?”
Kinley sighed, lifted her chin and said, “In that case, I’d better start swimming. Have a nice day, Mr. McCord.”
Cheryl Gorman is a multi-published award winning author of contemporary and romantic suspense novels. Her first novel, Wolf Island was a 2006 Eppie Finalist. She also co-authored the non-fiction book Ten Steps to Creating Memorable Characters. She grew up in Burke County Georgia whose claim to fame is The Bird Dog Capital of the World. Cheryl graduated from Georgia College and State University with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in 1979 and went to work at the Medical College of Georgia. In 1987 she moved to the beautiful state of Colorado and there her life truly began. On her arrival in Colorado, Cheryl felt she had finally come home after being away for a long, long time. She put fingers to keyboard, started writing and has never looked back. She lives in Highlands Ranch with her husband, their daughter and two little furry children named Pilot and Rocky.