I love writing romance because it’s about emotions and relationships. Human nature hasn't changed a bit since Eve coveted the fruit in the Garden of Eden. - Carolyn Brown
My guest today is, New York bestselling romance author, Carolyn Brown. I absolutely adore Carolyn. She's funny, sassy, and even her self proclaimed evil streak makes me laugh.
Carolyn always has a fun story to tell. What makes it even better is she writes some fun stories, too. Hot and sexy and filled with people so real I swear she's been visiting another dimensions as a fly on the wall. I know if I could just find that door I could go visit with these people. Haven't found the door, darn it, but I do have Carolyn visiting today to tell us how her latest series came about.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
I have voices in my head.
They showed up a few months ago and refused to leave. I’d just finished the last Spikes & Spurs book, and suddenly four cowboys took up residence in my head.
These cowboys were rich beyond imagination which was unusual. Most of the time when cowboys start talking to me, they’re just good old hard working ranchers, but not so this time. My first thought was that this was going to be a wild bunch who’d be hard to control and I decided that I wasn't going to pay any attention to them. The last thing I needed in my head was a bunch of unruly cowboys but they followed me around every where I went. The manager of the local grocery store aimed all the cameras in the store at me when I walked through the doors because I argued with the cowboys quite loudly in the store and things did get heated when they didn't get their way.
But hey, they insisted I buy such things as extra cocoa to make chocolate sheet cakes and blackberries for cobblers. Then I had to eat them because I couldn't bear to see good food go to waste. Which resulted in weight gain and none of my clothes would fit.
It came down to a choice. Write the story or get banned from the grocery store. And I do like to eat!
Finally, I sat down and said, “Okay, tell me your story and introduce me to those ladies you've been all moony-eyed over.”
Now that I said I’d listen to their story, I had sexy cowboys in my dreams.
I ran out of hot flash pills in one week after Colton Nelson decided my dreams would be a good time to tell me all about how he became a billionaire. There he was in living color in those tight jeans, shirt sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps…and believe me, my eyes had trouble staying above the big belt buckle.
I swear that cowboy sat on my pillow and whispered in my ear. And when he got to the spicy scenes about him and Laura, well, dear hearts, I blushed scarlet. Husband woke up and thought I had a hot fever and it took a fair amount of persuasion to keep him from rushing me to the hospital emergency room.
When I finished Billion Dollar Cowboy, I thought I’d have some peace and dreamless nights.
But Natalie brought her pink pistol and a baby boy named Joshua into my head. If I didn't tell the story then poor little baby Joshua was going to grow up without a father. Believe me, I've never worked with a more stubborn pig-headed cowboy than Lucas. He and I clashed horns on aisle five in the Wal-Mart store and I had to go back to the books, pick up a copy of my latest book, show them my photo ID and prove that I was really a romance author before they’d let me leave the store…without the straight jacket.
I finished The Cowboy’s Christmas Baby and declared I was taking a week off and going to the beach. Yeah, right! The first scene from The Cowboy’s Mail Order Bride popped into my dreams. Thank goodness I wasn't in Wal-Mart because Greg thought Emily Cooper was a stripper and nothing would change his mind. Emily said I couldn't have a week off and leave her on the porch with a sexy cowboy who expected her to start taking her clothes off. So I wrote while I watched the ocean waves slap against the sand.
The fourth cowboy said not to be even thinking of a vacation, that he and his twin daughters had been patient long enough. And besides there was that poor woman in a tattered wedding gown asleep on his porch. I had another choice. I could write How to Marry a Cowboy or I could take his daughters for the summer. I’d done already found out in the first three books that Lily and Gabby were a hand full so I started writing. The twins told me that if I didn't get on the ball they were bringing their tom cat and their two young goats to my house with them. Believe me! I wrote until the wee hours and I helped Annie Rose all I could so I didn't have to keep those two ornery girls.
The rough drafts were written. The store manager was happy. Wal-Mart was happy.
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A Billionaire Can Buy Anything...
Colton Nelson was twenty-eight years old when he won the Texas Lottery and went from ranch hand to ranch owner overnight. Now he's desperate to keep the gold diggers away. It shouldn't be too hard to find a pretty girl and hire her to pretend to be his one-and-only.
Or Can He?
Laura Baker's got mixed feelings about this—she's on the ranch to work, not to be arm candy. On the other hand, being stuck for a while in the boondocks with a gorgeous cowboy isn't half-bad.
What neither Colton nor Laura expects are the intensely hard lessons they have to learn about the real cost of love...Excerpt