@luscious67
Hi guys!
I had to take a break from the Iron Star Ranch series—if you can’t tell—because I didn’t want to rush it. I also met new characters in a new world recently & have been dedicating most of my time to getting to know these characters. Just keep a look out. Who knows what you might see? Birds. Humans. A lovely fountain. Dragons. Pretty flowers.
The possibilities are endless
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Would y’all read a fake marriage cowboy biker trilogy or nah? I should know before I waste anymore time writing this book.
I’ve been working on something on the side of the Iron Star Ranch series. Just saying. I can’t wait to share it with you guys.
I know you guys want Kaesee’s and Mare’s story, I get it. But I have to do a bunch of problem solving in this book & it’s getting the best of me. Bear with me. It’ll be worth it.
In honor of Noemi’s birthday, here’s a snippet I’d like to share:
“Why’d you saddle up Bitters?” he asks, blinking at me like I just sprouted feathers.
I blink back. “Because I’m riding him?”
Noemi turns to him just as puzzled. “She and I are going with you to Baker. Riven said you’d drive the wagon.”
Kaesee’s eyes snap to mine. And suddenly, I know.
I know exactly what he’s about to say.
He tilts his head, slowly, like a man about to poke a bear with a stick. “So who’s driving the wagon?”
He says it to both of us. But he’s looking right at me.
I gawk at him.
Noemi crosses her arms and steps up beside me, her eyes narrowing the way I’ve seen them do when one of the ranch hands forgets their place.
“We’re not driving the wagon,” she says plainly.
I mirror her, shifting Bitters’ reins to one hand and planting the other on my hip. My eyebrow rises to match hers.
Kaesee blinks again.
“I’m not either,” he says, looking between us like maybe we’ll flinch. “I shouldn’t have to. If something happens out there, if someone tries anything, I need to be able to jump off fast. I can’t do that from a seat. What if there’s a snake? Or a wolf? Or a drunk in the road? Or if Sweet Tooth acts up and—”
“You’re scared of snakes now?” Noemi interrupts, her voice all sugar and steel.
“I’m not scared of snakes. But I am scared of your husband and what he’ll do to me if anything happens to the mother of his child. I’m being tactical,” he insists, motioning vaguely at the air like strategy is floating in front of him.
“You’re being lazy,” I mutter.
Kaesee glares at me, offended like I just insulted his entire bloodline.
Happy 20th birthday to Noemi Blackstone!!❤️
Kaesee is a dog I stg.
I had to take a two week break off writing because I just couldn’t get myself to write Mare’s & Kaesee’s book. However, as of a few days ago, I’m cooking for you. I can’t wait for y’all to read their story!
Kicking & giggling at what Kaesee and Mare did❤️
