Authors: Betsy St. Amant
“No kidding.” She laughed hoarsely.
“Looks like you didn’t win the title of Rodeo Sweetheart after all.”
“Titles are overrated.” Sam mumbled into his shirt, inhaling the crisp aroma of laundry detergent mixed with the familiar scent of horses and leather.
“You’ll always be my sweetheart,” Ethan whispered into her hair, and she shivered.
“Promise?”
“Isn’t a real cowboy as good as his word?” Ethan smiled.
Sam grinned back. “I don’t see a real cowboy around here.”
Ethan stiffened in protest. “Hey, I’ve made some real progress—”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
He quirked an eyebrow.
Sam tightened her grip around him and rose up on tiptoe to meet him face-to-face. “I only see the one man capable of lassoing my heart.” She pressed her lips against his before Ethan could argue.
But from the way he kissed her back, she knew he wouldn’t have anyway.
Dear Reader,
Like most girls, I went through a horse-crazy phase that never really went away. After begging God for a horse of my own for years, you can imagine how ecstatic I was when my parents finally granted my wish in junior high. I became the proud owner of a paint horse named Bo, and although we had to sell Bo when I got into high school, I still carry sweet memories of him to this day. So when I first got a glimpse of Sam’s story, I grew excited, eager to dive back into my horse-crazy roots and paint my readers a word-picture on a Texas ranch.
In June 2009, while writing this novel, my husband and daughter and I took a trip to see my mother-in-law in south Louisiana. I told my husband I wanted to take a picture of me on one of her quarter horses, thinking it’d be a cute way to promote this book later.
Well, I got my picture, but I don’t think it’ll ever be printed. About thirty minutes after I took the picture and rode for a bit, my mother-in-law mounted the same horse and had a traumatic accident. She was in a coma for months and as of today, we’re still not sure what level of brain activity or physical function she’ll ever get back.
This book was hard to write. Not just because of the deadlines I faced during times of family crisis, but because I was hurt. I was scared. I was mad. I didn’t know if I wanted to even think about horses, much less write about them. But I kept on, and with God’s help and the encouragement of my friends, I did it. And I’m glad. Because I know for a fact that if my mother-in-law was physically able to today, she’d get right back on the horse she’d fallen from.
So this is my tribute to her.
Many blessings,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-5267-1
RODEO SWEETHEART
Copyright © 2010 by Betsy St. Amant
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