Z.A. Maxfield on My Cowboy Promises (The Cowboy Series, Bk #4) ~ Blog Tour, Excerpt, Interview, Rafflecopter Giveaway

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Title: My Cowboy Promises (The Cowboy Series, Bk #4)

Author: Z.A. Maxfield

Publisher: Penguin

Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Western

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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We are here today to talk about My Cowboy Promises.  What can you tell us about it?

Thanks so much for inviting me. I’m always grateful when bloggers host my books. I couldn’t do it without you guys!

My Cowboy Promises is different from everything I’ve written, because it starts the main character Ryder Dent, who is married to his best friend Andi and helping to raise her son, believes he has everything he wants. But then fate comes along and tears everything apart in the form of the oh, so adorable Dr. Declan Winters. Usually, my main characters don’t have what they want until the end of the book. Now Ryder has to figure out how to get what he wants, while keeping hold of what he needs. It was kind of a narrow road to walk, writing this book.

Tell us more about our main characters?

I think the most important thing to know about Ryder is how really, really young he is both chronologically and emotionally. He still believes he can live his entire life without dealing with the fact that he’s gay. He believes a friend and a child to raise will be enough for him, forever, and when he finds out that’s not so, handles things as badly as you’d expect.

I remember being that young!

What about My Cowboy Promises makes you the proudest?

I’d have to say the evolution of Andi, Ryder’s wife, makes me proudest. If you’d asked me this question when I started I would have scoffed at that answer. But Andi is very real to me. She’s the one who makes the plot go. She’s way more driven than Ryder and–most important–she’s Ryder’s staunchest ally. When she finds her courage, she finds enough for both of them.

If anyone wants Andi’s story, which would include more of Ryder and Declans, how about you let me know. I think Andi has a Nashville story. What say you?

My Cowboy Promises is the fourth book in your cowboy series.  Will we be hearing more from these characters in the future?

I would love to write more cowboys and country boys. As long as my editor says they’re a go, I’ll probably be writing cowboys!

If you could make a love child of any 3 popular culture icons who would they be and why?

Are you kidding? I want to BE the love child of Stephen Hawking, Dorothy Parker, and Jet Li.

If you could give one piece of advice to aspiring writers, what would it be?

I know you’ve heard this, but it’s threefold. Turn off the television, shut up, and write. There are so many great distractions, and it’s hard to tear yourself away. But like sugar, you kind of have to go cold turkey with television. Quit watching for like…three months.

Write. Write. Write.

Writing will become the best, most enticing distraction in your life. It will become the entire world.

Then, after the first five books, you can probably add a little television back in, NOT A LOT. But enough so that you’re able to converse at cocktail parties.

Rapid Fire Time

  • Larry or Sterek? Sterek, all the way.
  • Red or White? Red, if we’re talking Bloody Mary.
  • Dogs or Cats? Dogs.
  • cinnamon or maple? Cinnamon.
  • Cake or Pie? Cake.
  • The world’s best orgasm or a million dollars? I suspect with a million dollars I can get a lifetime’s worth of second best orgasms with some pretty hot players, so I’m going to have to go with the money.
  • Favorite beverage? Bloody Mary. (Virgin please. No distracting alcohol.)
  • Sweet or Sour? Yes. And salty and bitter and HOT. All at once. And more, more, more.
  • Morning or Night? Night.
  • Champagne or beer? Beer.

What are you working on?  What is next?

Right now I’m creating a series of the meddlesome ghost stories, because I always felt that Julian and Serge, the meddlesome ghosts in Rhapsody for Piano and Ghost should be a new adult series. We need them running around meddling in a whole lot of lives. I like to think I’m writing “The Thin Man”, but the main characters are already dead and wherever they go, they have to solve a romance.

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 the Author

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

 

Her published books include Crossing Borders, Drawn Together, and the St. Nacho’s and Brothers Grime series from Loose Id, ePistols at Dawn and The Pharaoh’s Concubine from Samhain Publishing, and Notturno, Vigil, Stirring Up Trouble, and All Stirred Up from MLR Press.

 

Author Links:

Website/Blog: http://zamaxfield.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZAMaxfield

FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorZ.A.Maxfield

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2738500.Z_A_Maxfield

 

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Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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5 thoughts on “Z.A. Maxfield on My Cowboy Promises (The Cowboy Series, Bk #4) ~ Blog Tour, Excerpt, Interview, Rafflecopter Giveaway

  1. I liked the excerpt and look forward to reading. Love ZAM Maxfield writing. Thanks for the givewaway

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