Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Blogtour: My Cowboy Promises by Z.A. Maxfield




My Cowboy Promises
(The Cowboys Series, Book #4)
By Z.A. Maxfield




Blurb:
A real man needs a real love…
To become the man he’s meant to be, one cowboy will have to be the man he never wanted anyone to know he was…
Ryder Dent is a true-blue cowboy. A devoted son, husband and father, but one who is living a costly lie. When they were both young, Ryder and his closest female friend Andy thought they’d found the perfect solution to both their problems—she was single and pregnant, and he was secretly gay—so they got married and raised Jonas together.
When Ryder gets hurt at a party, his son’s new pediatrician comes to the rescue. The connection between Ryder and Dr. Declan Winters is sudden, powerful, and undeniable. Ryder loves Andy and the family they’ve created together—but they both need more. Can they pursue their hearts’ desire without destroying the life they’ve built and losing the son they love?




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Excerpt





The hottest guy I ever saw was playing “Pop Goes the Weasel” on the piano while fifteen cagey preschoolers circled fourteen chairs. My father-in-law’s annual Fourth of July shindig—the biggest event of the year—was a family picnic. We’d set aside a play area for the littlest kids and I’d volunteered to supervise, but the piano man blindsided me and I nearly missed an outrageous hair- pulling incident.
Like a too bright pair of headlights on a moonless night, he was all I could see.
Mayor Calder Hamilton—a cartoon bear of a man with a white handlebar mustache—snuck up on me with one of those painful backslapping man hugs.
“Ryder Dent, you son of a bitch. Which one is your boy?”
“That’s Jonas.” I pointed out my son. “Blue plaid shirt, cowboy hat. Crass determination to win?”
“I know that look, I see it every day when I look in the mirror. But how can that be him? Last time I saw him he was half that size.”
Why do people always say that? Is it some rite of passage? Am I going to be surprised kids grow someday too? “We had to buy him a new pair of cowboy boots just last week.”
“He’s a fine-looking boy. Where’s Andrea?”
“She doesn’t come to these things to hang around with me.” I glanced toward the windows. “You’ll find her wherever there’s dancing.”
“She leaves you in charge of Jonas?”
“Gosh, yeah. Andi’s the social one. She likes to kick up her heels and I don’t mind if she wants to have some fun.”
“So have you met our new doctor yet? Isn’t he something? I have never seen anyone play piano like that.”
That’s Doctor Winters?” The doc had started playing “Pop Goes the Weasel” like a Russian folk dance, all the while yelling Hai! Hai,! Hai! Hai! The music stopped and the chaos started. Jonas ended up on another chair.
“Go, Team Jonas!” I pumped my fist like a goofball.
“Yeah. Go, boy, go!” Hamilton was already tipsy enough to be unaware he was shouting right in my ear. It didn’t matter; I was going deaf from all the kids squealing anyway. “I’d like to ask your help with something.”
“Sure thing, Mayor. Shoot.”
“I need you and your family in a campaign ad”
“My family?” Good grief. Bitterroot’s founding fathers would shit in their graves at such an idea. “I don’t think we’d make a very good ad.”
“C’mon.” He punched my arm. “You and Andrea are both attractive. Jonas is a cute kid. You had to make some tough choices in the beginning, but look where you are now.”
“Uh . . . I don’t think—”
“I need a family exactly like yours to represent my campaign to the twenty-somethings. I need them to believe they’re important to me.”
Me and Andi? My stomach did a full 360, front to back, as if I was on a Six Flags ride. Mayor Hamilton wanted some picture-frame perfect family, and we were not it. Plus, we hadn’t exactly voted for him. “I’ll ask Andi about it, but—”
“Andrea’s dad just told me he’s backing me all the way again this next election.”
“Is he?” That figures. Her dad likes politicians to owe him.
“So you just tell her you’re doing it, okay?”
“Sure, I’ll mention it, but—”
Hamilton’s wife, Sally, came up to collect him. “C’mon Cowboy. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
She grabbed his hand and, after a good-natured tug-of-war, they left together. I breathed again. Andi’s dad ran one of the most successful ranches in the area. If he wanted to see my family on a billboard, I’d have to figure a way to get out of it or learn to say “cheese.”
It was pretty hard to say no to Sterling Chandler. I’m not sure he understood the word.
Shit.
The new doc managed to make “Pop Goes the Weasel” sound like a funeral dirge and the children all lurched around like little zombies. Then he turned it into a raucous honkytonk song.
Who was this guy?
Jonas got eliminated fourth from last but he wasn’t crushed by the loss. His attention shifted right away to the buffet, where the cater-waiters had installed several trays of Texas-sized cookies, all colored with red, white, and blue sugar crystals in honor of the holiday.
Musical Chairs, the Survivor edition, came down to two particularly crafty-looking femme fatales. One wore a jeans skirt, cowboy boots, and a pretty white blouse, and the other had on a daisy-printed sundress with lacy socks and jelly shoes. Lacy socks girl won by body-checking white blouse girl out of the way and pouncing on the last chair. She gripped the seat so tight with both hands no one could get her off it.
The new doc consoled the runner-up with a box of big-block Legos and gave the winner a play set with pink and purple Ponies but it seemed she thought she was getting the chair as her prize. Eventually her mom pried her up and they all wandered off to join the party outside.
Doc Winters was left to tidy up. I figured I ought to help, being family and all. Plus, it might get me out of small talk outside.
But the doc was the best looking man I had ever seen up close. I was bound to mess up and say something super stupid, and Andi was going to hear about it, and then she was going to tease me for the rest of my life, because she was just waiting for me to lose my shit over some guy.
And Doc Winters, M.D., The Yankee Doodler?
He could be the guy.





About Dr. Declan Winters - a character profile

The journey that led Declan to Bitterroot, Texas is long and complex. His much younger brother died after a long battle with cancer. This was the genesis of his desire to become a physician. Originally, he planned to specialize in pediatric oncology, but to his everlasting shame, living with that level of day to day suffering was too difficult for him. After he makes the very difficult decision to give up oncology as a specialty he meets Dr. Leon Frazier, who encourages him to take over his old practice in Bitterroot.

Doc Winters’s new practice comes with a house and a small town clientele. But his heart is still in the fight against cancer. He spends at least as much of his time working on his charity foundation, Logan’s Dream, which grants wishes to terminally ill children and funds research into osteosarcoma.

His business depends on the town’s good will, and his charity endeavors rely on donations from people like rich rancher, Sterling Chandler. Despite all this, he falls for Chandler’s son-in-law. Ryder is young, married, and the father of five-year-old Jonas. But Ryder’s eyes don’t lie. He wants Declan very, very badly. And even though Declan tells himself all he wants to do is help a confused gay kid find his footing, the reality is he’s as attracted to Ryder as Ryder is attracted to him.

He understands Ryder’s situation, but worries Ryder and his wife Andi made a terribly naïve bargain without thinking the consequences through. But Ryder is stubborn, and he has a code. Plus he’s determined to keep his promises, even if it costs him a relationship with someone like Declan.

Delcan is lonely and Ryder has promises to keep. Ryder puts his son (rightly, as far as Declan is concerned) first. Ryder is very honest about his life, and what’s important to him. But the things that make a relationship with Ryder difficult are the very reasons Declan want it so badly.

Ryder is a good man. And Declan has waited a lifetime for a guy like him. But Bitterroot is a small, gossipy town. And Logan’s Dream foundation can’t afford to make any enemies, especially not Sterling Chandler.  And even if the people of Bitterroot don’t mind having a gay doctor, they’ll definitely go elsewhere if he’s seen to be breaking up someone’s marriage.

Ryder’s marriage isn’t built on romance, but on necessity, and no one wants Ryder to find love more than his wife, Andi does. If Declan only trusts his instincts, he might just be the man Ryder needs.


The Cowboys Series






About the Author

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”



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5 comments:

  1. I've enjoyed other books in this series and this one sounds good too. Thanks for the excerpt and contest!

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  2. Sounds great! Thanks for the excerpt and the giveaway!

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  3. The excerpt was really good, which gave nice indications about the characters such as a rich, powerful, controlling father-in-law. The piano playing by the Doctor shows a fun side to Doc Winter.

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  4. Read and loved the first book in the series! Thanks for the chance!

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  5. I love the blurb and excerpt. I haven't started this series by ZA yet, but it is next on my list. Thank you for the chance!

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