Sunday, 11 August 2013

SUNDAY SNIPPET... New York Cowboy


This week's Sunday Snippet comes from one of my current WIP's, New York Cowboy, which is the prequel to the Christmas short, Too Much Christmas Spirit. 

Tentative release date is the 30 August...

When the idea of opening the ranch to businesses as a team-building experience had been pitched to him by his mother, he'd reacted as she must have known he would—with a disbelieving stare followed by a flat-out refusal. Of course, after the air had changed back from blue to its natural color, she had gone on to make several good points. Number one, they were losing cattle they didn't have the money to replace. Number two, upper-class morons in the city would pay a buck load for a genuine cowboy experience. And, number three, she had the controlling interest in the ranch, not him.
Vance's cell vibrated in his back pocket and he sighed heavily. The first of many he was sure he would be heaving over the next few days. Reaching behind him, he fished the sliver of metal from the confines of his jeans and cursed softly as his mother's face flashed on the screen. He pressed the button to accept the call and put the phone to his ear. "Mornin' mom."
"Don't you 'mornin' mom' me," Audrey Wolf said frostily. "Where the hell are you? Gabby is gonna be back from the airport with the guests any minute and if you're not here to greet them we'll be starting off on the wrong foot."
"I'm just checking the rest of the fencing along the creek side," Vance winced at his mother's scoff. Of course she knew he was lying. She was his mother for God's sake. "I'll be in soon. I'm sure you'll be able to meet and greet a few businessman just fine by yourself."
"Vance Benjamin Elvis Wolf," Audrey used his full name, even the embarrassing one,  so he knew he was pretty much in deep shit. "Unless you want it handed to you on a platter, I suggest you get that stubborn ass of yours back to the house as if it were on fire. You hearing me, boy?"
Recognizing the no nonsense tone of his mother's voice that usually came just before a threatened trip to the woodshed during his youth, Vance emitted yet another sigh and replied through gritted teeth. "Yes, momma." What else was he going to say? No? To Audrey Wolf? They both knew that, even at thirty-two years old, the chances of him being brave enough to defy her were a million to one. 

Thanks for stopping by - see you next week :)


  1. Thanks for the snippet, Lisa. I can't wait to read this. Vance Benjamin Elvis Wolf?? I love it!!

  2. This sounds like another of the great reads you give us. Looking forward to it.