Spotlight & Giveaway: Wildflower Ranch by Carolyn Brown

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Carolyn Brown to HJ!

Hi Carolyn and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Wildflower Ranch!

 
Good morning to all y’all! It’s always a joy to stop by HJ to visit with everyone.
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Wildflower Ranch is a companion read Daisies in the Canyon. This is the middle sister, Shiloh’s story. When the father none of the three sisters had ever met died, he left a will stating that his three daughters, who’d never met each other had to live on the ranch together to inherit it. Abby Joy has already married (Daisies in the Canyon) and given up her rights. Now Shiloh is having to make a decision and the cowboy across the road is sure enough making it tough on her.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

“Oh, no!” Waylon held up both palms. “I don’t want that thing.”
“Look at us out here in a damned old graveyard talkin’ to a dead man that didn’t give a hoot about any of us. Paid our mothers off to go away and take us worthless girls with them,” Shiloh said. “He can’t hear us and would probably laugh in our faces if he could.”
“Don’t you dare die, Waylon Stephens!” she yelled at him. “Open your eyes and stay with me.”

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• My readers have been asking for Bonnie and Shiloh’s story ever since Daisies in the Canyon came out!
• I’m so glad that I’ve been able to give them Shiloh’s story in novella form. Bonnie’s story will be here at the end of June in Cowboy Strong, and as a stand alone novella on July 7.
• I really enjoyed going back to the Canyon and visiting with all the folks again from Daisies in the Canyon, and getting to sit down and talk to the three sisters again.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

Shiloh has had her eye on Waylon for a while, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in anything but his new ranch.
Waylon was attracted to Shiloh the first time he laid eyes on her, but everyone in Palo Duro Canyon knows that she has to stay on the ranch for a year to inherit her share. Waylon isn’t about to ruin that for her by starting up a relationship.

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

I love this scene. The bouquet is about to be thrown at Abby Joy’s wedding…

Shiloh’s high heeled shoes made a clicking noise on the wooden porch as she crossed it and crooked a finger at Waylon. “You, too, cowboy. Cooper is about to take Abby Joy’s garter off, and he’s calling for all single men.”
“Oh, no!” Waylon held up both palms. “I don’t want that thing.”
“I’m not catching that bouquet either. I’m superstitious, and I refuse to be the next bride in the canyon,” Bonnie said. “I’m going to own a ranch in nine months. I sure don’t have time for romance.”
“You’ll own the Malloy ranch over my dead body.” Shiloh did a head wiggle. “The best you’ll ever do is share it with me.”
“Wanna bet?” Bonnie stopped at the door.
Shiloh stuck out her hand. “Twenty bucks?”
“How about a hundred and a bottle of good Kentucky bourbon?” Bonnie asked.
“Deal!” Shiloh shook with her.
Waylon didn’t have a doubt in his mind that Bonnie would be forking over money and bourbon. Next to Abby Joy, he’d never met a woman as determined as Shiloh–or as sassy for that matter.
Shiloh surprised him when she grabbed his hand and tugged. “Come on. You can put your hands in your pockets, but you’re one of the wedding party. It wouldn’t be right for you not to be in on the garter toss.”
He stood up, thinking she’d drop his hand, but she didn’t. Sparks flittered around the porch like fireflies on a summer night. Sure, Waylon had been attracted to Shiloh since the first time he laid eyes on her, but this tingly feeling was something he’d never felt before.
She led him into the foyer where the men were gathered over toward one end. Abby Joy was sitting about half way up the stairs and Cooper had begun to run his hand up her leg, searching for the garter. When he found blue satin and white lace thing, he slipped it slowly down to her ankle. Whoops and hollers filled the room from the guys who were gathered up in a corner with their hands up. They were putting on quite a show for the lady who was filming, but then the garter wouldn’t stretch far enough to go over Abby Joy’s combat boot. The noise died down slightly as Cooper slowly untied the strings, pulled her boot off, and then slowly removed the garter from her foot. It got loud again when Cooper turned around backwards and threw it over his shoulder. Several of the young unmarried men did their best to catch it, but it flew right past them and floated down to settle onto the top of Waylon’s black cowboy hat.
“Guess you’re next in line, Buddy,” Cooper laughed.

Readers should read this book….

Because it proves that love is more important than all the dirt in Texas.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m working on a women’s fiction right now, The Daydream Cabin, that will be out sometime in the fall/winter. Upcoming are:
The Banty House, May 26
Cowboy Strong, June 30
Sunrise Ranch, July 7
Miss Janie’s Girls, August 4
A Little County Christmas, Sept. (This is a Christmas Anthology)
Reissues:
My Give a Damn’s Busted, March 31
Honky Tonk Christmas , October 27 (includes a brand new novella by me)
 

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Excerpt from Wildflower Ranch:

Spring was Waylon’s favorite season, when the wildflowers painted the Palo Duro canyon with their brilliant colors. That evening, the last rays of sun lit up the red Indian paintbrush, almost the same color as the dress Shiloh was wearing. The centers of the black-eyed susans reminded him of her dark hair, and the blue bonnets scattered here and there were the color of her eyes.
“Wildflower Ranch,” he whispered and liked the way it rolled off his tongue. He’d been looking for a brand for his new ranch ever since he bought it. “I like it. Wildflower Ranch,” he said again with a nod and just like that, he’d named his place.
Since most of his friends were married, Waylon had been to lots of weddings. Like always, he found a corner where he could watch the people without having to mingle with them. He wasn’t really shy or backward, but he didn’t like crowds, but he did like watching people. And he liked to dance some leather off his boots at the Sugar Shack, the local watering hole, on Saturday nights.
Shiloh breezed in and out of the house, appearing under the porch light to talk to someone for a few minutes, and then disappearing for a little while, only to return again. She looked different than she did at Ezra’s funeral not quite three months ago. That day Waylon had stood off to the side as the sisters arrived one by one. Abby Joy was the last one to get there, and she looked like she had just left a military exercise in her camouflage. Shiloh might have come from a rodeo in her western get up, and Bonnie could have been a biker’s woman in black leather and sporting a nose ring and tattoo. At that time, he had wondered if Ezra hadn’t been right when he sent all of them away right after they were born.
But ever since that morning, he hadn’t been able to get Shiloh out of his mind.
Now there were only two sisters in the running to inherit the Malloy Ranch—Shiloh and Bonnie. When the sisters first came to the canyon, Waylon would have sworn that Shiloh would be the first to leave. Bonnie would follow her within a week, and Abby Joy would be there until they buried her beside old Ezra in the Malloy family cemetery right there on the ranch.
He’d sure been wrong, because that very evening Abby Joy had married his good friend, Cooper, and moved off Malloy ranch and over to his place. It wasn’t the first time Waylon had been wrong, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. He watched the two remaining Malloy sisters out of the corner of his eye. Shiloh was the taller of the two and had long dark brown hair.
She’d been the prissy one at their father’s funeral. Even in her cowboy boots and tight jeans, she came off like she was the queen of Texas. Maybe that confidence and sass was what had drawn him to her from the beginning. Not that he’d act on the attraction, not when there was so much at stake for her. Ezra had left a will behind, saying that the three sisters had to live on the Malloy Ranch together for a year. If one of them left, then they received an inheritance, but they could never have the ranch. If none of them did, then they inherited the place jointly. If they all moved off Ezra’s massive spread, then Rusty, his foreman inherited it.
Waylon had always thought that deep down Ezra wanted Rusty to have the place anyway. He’d just brought the sisters together to satisfy his own conscience for sending them away at birth because they weren’t sons.
Waylon was a patient man. He didn’t mind sitting back in the shadows of the wide porch and waiting for another look at Shiloh in that dress that hugged her curves. When she came back again, he sat up a little straighter so he could get a better view of her. The full moon lit Shiloh’s eyes up that evening like beautiful sapphires. His pulse jacked up a few notches and his heart threw in an extra fast beat. He could only imagine what kissing her or holding her in his arms would feel like—but he sure liked the picture in his head when he did.

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Spring was Waylon’s favorite season, when the wildflowers painted the Palo Duro canyon with their brilliant colors. That evening, the last rays of sun lit up the red Indian paintbrush, almost the same color as the dress Shiloh was wearing. The centers of the black-eyed susans reminded him of her dark hair, and the blue bonnets scattered here and there were the color of her eyes.
“Wildflower Ranch,” he whispered and liked the way it rolled off his tongue. He’d been looking for a brand for his new ranch ever since he bought it. “I like it. Wildflower Ranch,” he said again with a nod and just like that, he’d named his place.
Since most of his friends were married, Waylon had been to lots of weddings. Like always, he found a corner where he could watch the people without having to mingle with them. He wasn’t really shy or backward, but he didn’t like crowds, but he did like watching people. And he liked to dance some leather off his boots at the Sugar Shack, the local watering hole, on Saturday nights.
Shiloh breezed in and out of the house, appearing under the porch light to talk to someone for a few minutes, and then disappearing for a little while, only to return again. She looked different than she did at Ezra’s funeral not quite three months ago. That day Waylon had stood off to the side as the sisters arrived one by one. Abby Joy was the last one to get there, and she looked like she had just left a military exercise in her camouflage. Shiloh might have come from a rodeo in her western get up, and Bonnie could have been a biker’s woman in black leather and sporting a nose ring and tattoo. At that time, he had wondered if Ezra hadn’t been right when he sent all of them away right after they were born.
But ever since that morning, he hadn’t been able to get Shiloh out of his mind.
Now there were only two sisters in the running to inherit the Malloy Ranch—Shiloh and Bonnie. When the sisters first came to the canyon, Waylon would have sworn that Shiloh would be the first to leave. Bonnie would follow her within a week, and Abby Joy would be there until they buried her beside old Ezra in the Malloy family cemetery right there on the ranch.
He’d sure been wrong, because that very evening Abby Joy had married his good friend, Cooper, and moved off Malloy ranch and over to his place. It wasn’t the first time Waylon had been wrong, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last time, either. He watched the two remaining Malloy sisters out of the corner of his eye. Shiloh was the taller of the two and had long dark brown hair.
She’d been the prissy one at their father’s funeral. Even in her cowboy boots and tight jeans, she came off like she was the queen of Texas. Maybe that confidence and sass was what had drawn him to her from the beginning. Not that he’d act on the attraction, not when there was so much at stake for her. Ezra had left a will behind, saying that the three sisters had to live on the Malloy Ranch together for a year. If one of them left, then they received an inheritance, but they could never have the ranch. If none of them did, then they inherited the place jointly. If they all moved off Ezra’s massive spread, then Rusty, his foreman inherited it.
Waylon had always thought that deep down Ezra wanted Rusty to have the place anyway. He’d just brought the sisters together to satisfy his own conscience for sending them away at birth because they weren’t sons.
Waylon was a patient man. He didn’t mind sitting back in the shadows of the wide porch and waiting for another look at Shiloh in that dress that hugged her curves. When she came back again, he sat up a little straighter so he could get a better view of her. The full moon lit Shiloh’s eyes up that evening like beautiful sapphires. His pulse jacked up a few notches and his heart threw in an extra fast beat. He could only imagine what kissing her or holding her in his arms would feel like—but he sure liked the picture in his head when he did.
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Meet the Author:

Carolyn Brown is a New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Publisher’s Weekly and #1 Amazon and #1 Washington Post bestselling author and a RITA finalist. She is the author of more than 100 novels and her books are read all over the world. She’s a recipient of the Bookseller’s Best Award, and the prestigious Montlake Diamond Award, and, also a three-time recipient of the National Reader’s Choice Award.
Brown has been published for more than 20 years, and her books have been translated 19 foreign languages. They’ve also been published in both book club editions and large print, and many are available in audio format. She and her husband live in the small town of Davis, Oklahoma, where everyone knows everyone else, as well as what they’re doing and when—and they read the local newspaper on Wednesday to see who got caught. They have three grown children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.
When she’s not writing, Carolyn likes to plot new stories in her backyard with her tom cat, Boots Randolph Terminator Outlaw, who protects the yard from all kinds of wicked varmints like crickets, locusts, and spiders. Visit her at www.carolynbrownbooks.com.
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