A vegetarian from the city and a cattle-raising rancher sounds like a match
made in hell. But what if they need each other more than they realize?
When Hannah Hudson finds herself abandoned and alone on a Rocky Mountain
ranch, even a lottery win doesn’t change her bad-luck life. The
seclusion of this ranch house threatened to take her breath away, but she
managed to smile and thought, so this is what it’s like to be a
Trace McAllister needs only his horse and wide-open spaces, but it’s
clear his new neighbor needs much more. If only she wasn’t so
stubborn, he could help her. Unfortunately, it seems to take an accident
– or was it a murder? –before she lets him into her life. They
have one thing in common: zero talent for handling their feelings.
Trace’s amazing cattle dog, Oatie, plays a part in bringing this
unlikely couple together.
From day one, Hannah’s unique relationship with her new horse keeps
her grounded despite mysterious conflicts, secrets, and a relentless,
unidentified villain. . Nothing will stop a McAllister cowboy from
protecting the woman he loves.
Other Books in The McAllister Brothers Series
The McAllister Brothers Book 2
A story-telling rancher’s own words entice two eavesdroppers to
venture to his Montana ranch and search for hidden treasure.
The McAllister Brothers Book 3
Let cowboys in blizzard conditions, life-saving animals, and the three
women who love them all—entertain you. Wyoming Sundown is about
family, fate, and a perilous journey. Come along for the ride!
The McAllister Brothers Book 4
Two ranch-owning cowboys team up with two city gals. The trouble the
couples encounter becomes a life-threatening mystery.
I grew up in Estes Park, Colorado, and spent my formative years among deer,
coyotes, and beautiful blue columbine. I could see snow-capped peaks in
almost every direction. Living on the boundary line of the Rocky Mountain
National Park I could wander in by stepping out the backdoor of my childhood
Today I am a full-time author writing Sweet Romance, Westerns,
Women’s Fiction, and Romantic Mysteries about cowboys, teachers, the
great outdoors—even Alzheimer’s. So far, there is a wonderful
dog in each of my novels. (I love dogs and horses too.)
Prior to full-time writing, I was an actor, a singer, an audio/video
producer, a classroom teacher, and a school principal. I claim to be an
eclectic reader and, therefore, an eclectic writer who loves to hike, cook,
read, and write.
JD Middleton, a stressed-out chef, reluctantly embarks on a vacation
offered by The Fantasy Maker. On his application, he’d requested
solitude in a tropical paradise. He’s shocked to be left on a desert
island. It seems he’d have his solitude, but the island, though
tropical, was no paradise. Nothing but ocean, sand, and jungle. No place to
get a beer or a bed. What had he gotten himself into?
When a beautiful woman, Sara Sinclair, appears unexpectedly, how will he
cope? She’s tenacious and has a job to do. They both have secrets but
join forces making good use of their opposing interests and skills as a
romantic relationship builds. Will there be fireworks? When confronted with
life-threatening circumstances, who will survive?
Other books in The Fantasy Maker Series
The Fantasy Maker Series, Book 2
The Fantasy Maker strikes an agreement with Clay Washington. All he has to
do is escort a young woman around Denver for five days and he will receive
his own fantasy vacation. What’s the catch? He must pretend to be
someone he’s not.
Winn, a gal who’s never left Yuma, Arizona, is thrilled to be the
recipient of a fantasy vacation. She’ll visit a big city and experience snow
for the first time in her life. But when her escort shows up late, then gets
into a fistfight, second thoughts creep in. What had she gotten herself
into? He harbors a phobia; she hides a secret. In spite of their
differences, they cannot deny the passion that ignites as their relationship
Her fantasy week almost over, Winn Wahlberg needs to get home for Christmas
… but fate intervenes, more than once.
They journey to a horse rescue near Telluride, Colorado, but their
adventure is soon eclipsed by danger. Is their enemy Mother Nature or
something far more evil?
As JD watched, Ben unfolded, with exaggerated ceremony, a sheet of
glossy-colored paper, cleared his throat, and read the words out loud.
“The Fantasy Maker is Looking for a Few Good Men.” The guys
stared at JD. Apparently, the ball was in his court, but he had no idea what
game they were playing.
Eyebrows raised, JD shook his head and poured himself another beer.
“So? What does this have to do with me?”
Ben explained that his girlfriend had found the advertisement in a travel
magazine and thought of JD and his workaholic ways. Curious, JD was willing
to play along. “Okay, but who is this fantasy maker and what would the
good men be expected to do?
“We don’t know, but we want to find out. There’s a phone
number you can call for more information.” Ben’s enthusiasm had
prank written all over it. “Come on, JD. Make the call. Let’s
check it out.” Three out of four heads nodded their agreement.
Although JD was skeptical, he was also intrigued. Was this a job
application? An escort service? Was what they were doing legal? Could it be
something like the old TV show, Fantasy Island? That would be too good to be
true. His buddies kept egging him on to make the call. When the second
pitcher of beer was empty, Chuck dared him to do it . . .
Sara loved the surprised look on his face. She’d been amazed the
first time she’d rounded the sudden curve of the land and saw this
picturesque ridge of rocks forming a small cliff and overlooking a dark
blue, water-filled cove.
“Come on,” she called impatiently. Not waiting for him, she
began her ascent. The climb wasn’t as difficult as it appeared. JD
could do this easily. His strength and physical fitness was obvious. He
might even enjoy himself, which was her sole purpose for bringing him to
He arrived at the top moments after Sara did. They sat gazing at the view
of nothing but blue. Blue water, blue sky … and three dolphins! Could this
day get any better? No doubt about it, he was smiling now. Not at her, but
that was all right. She didn’t need his smile for herself.
Sara stood up ready to have some fun. She hoped he’d watch and follow
her lead. JD tilted his head to the side to look toward a screeching noise
that came from the palm trees to their left. Sara saw him turn back as she
jumped from the cliff. Surfacing, she looked around expecting to see a
splash in the water. The splash never came, but within seconds, JD arrived,
wide-eyed and breathless, at the cove’s edge.
About the Author
Cricket Rohman grew up in Estes Park, Colorado, and spent her formative
years among deer, coyotes, and beautiful blue columbine.
Today she is a full-time author writing Adventure, Westerns, Women’s
Fiction, and Romantic Mysteries about cowboys, teachers, the great
outdoors—even Alzheimer’s. So far, there is a wonderful dog in
each of her novels.
SAVING MADELINE is unusual, heart-wrenching and humorous. In the beginning, Roxy, a spunky, young actor arrives in Hollywood to follow her dream and escape from her mean-spirited family. When she finds herself coexisting in a cramped Los Angeles apartment with a wounded warrior and her German shepherd, tensions run high. And then her mother moves in—so much for escaping.
Along comes the well-connected acting coach, James Jonathan Jarvis, and Roxy’s big break in showbiz: a part in a reality TV show with a wilderness survival theme. But a week before rehearsals begin, her mother disappears. Roxy’s search leads her close to Montana where she and Madeline become trapped in a real life-and-death situation.
Though bombarded with daily challenges, the women laugh at their frequent calamities, and Roxy’s Hollywood misadventures buffer the troubling glimpses into the world of a woman whose memory is fading.
A short excerpt from the section
Guests Come Knocking
In Saving Madeline
Then Roxy contemplated doing something she’d sworn she would never, ever do. Don’t do it. Do Not Do This! Her palms sweated, her stomached rolled, then taking a deep breath, she did it. She opened the Help Wanted section of a regular newspaper and searched for an ordinary, though flexible, part-time job—just like normal, non-showbiz people did. To her surprise, she spotted two possibilities right away. One involved helping first-year college students revise and edit their failing work from the required course, Writing 101. Piece of cake. She could do that in her sleep. The other required someone capable of assisting a high school aged male with his guitar playing and songwriting.
“Ah, ha!” she declared. Now that was a tasty piece of cake. She wanted that job. Without any hesitation, Roxy made the call, which resulted in an on-the-spot phone interview with a pleasant, friendly woman.
“There is just one more question I must ask,” the woman said after they’d spoken a while. “And I’d like to offer my apology in advance for asking it.”
Roxy waited, curious.
“My son has a thing for starlets, and starlets seem to have a thing for him. Do you consider yourself a starlet?”
Not certain of the meaning or motive of her question, Roxy replied, “What’s a starlet?”
Genuine, hearty laughter traveled across the phone line, followed by, “Perfect. You’re perfect. When can you start?”
* * *
“Hi. You must be Liam,” she said. “Come on in. Can I get you something to drink before we get started?”
“Thanks, man. A beer would be great.”
He was a good-looking young man with short dark hair and eyes to match. She figured he was kidding about the beer because he definitely wasn’t old enough to drink. He was still in high school. So she smiled and played along.
“One beer coming up—right after I check your ID.”
He shot her a look of annoyance. “Are you messing with me?”
“No, but I thought you were joking. You weren’t?”
“Hell, no. Come on. Everybody drinks beer.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Not a problem. Wine, whiskey—I’m not picky.”
The content of this first conversation with her arrogant new student was unbelievable. Was this typical behavior for an L.A. teen, or was she just being a mid-western geek?
She brought him a can of soda and asked him to play something. He didn’t react. She nudged, needing to make this small job a continuing reality. “How long have you been playing guitar?”
He shrugged, reluctant to answer her simple question, so she asked again.
He sipped his soda, looking both bored and annoyed. It was as if he didn’t want to be there, but then with a tilt of his head and one eyebrow slightly raised, he tossed out an answer. “Since I was a kid.”
In her estimation, he still was a kid, albeit an alcohol drinking kid. When he finally freed the Martin guitar from its case and played a few bars, Roxy was blown away. As badly as she needed the cash, she let him know that she wasn’t the right person to advance his guitar playing ability. Between the two of them, he was by far the better musician. His musical talent was amazing.
“That’s okay,” he assured her. “I’m more interested in breaking into show business than I am in upping my guitar skills.”
For now, Roxy kept her thoughts to herself. She could relate to his dream, but she wasn’t the person to help him with that, either. She had no connections, no ‘ins’ when it came to breaking the showbiz code.
She crossed her arms and tilted her head. “So you’re here expecting me to help you break into show business via your songwriting ability?”
“Not exactly.” He gave her a lopsided smile. She gave him a confused frown. “I’m here because my parents are trying to keep me out of trouble. They’ve lined up a bunch of activities to keep me busy. You’re just one of them.” An amused expression flashed across his face. “Hey, since I am here, what do you think of this?” He played a new riff on his guitar. “Are you any good with lyrics? Help me come up with some words to go with that.”
His unique musical style intrigued Roxy. She dug out a notebook and pencil and settled on the floor in front of him. The words and music came together with surprising ease. Or so it seemed. They both agreed they were on to something great and had the beginnings of a real song.
With their first session over, Roxy asked, “Same time next week?”
Placing a few folded bills into her palm, he shrugged. “Sure.”
After her student had managed to shove the ill-fitting door closed, she stood in her living room with her ears ringing from the sudden silence. After spending time creating and playing music with Liam, the apartment felt empty, lonely. She didn’t like that feeling, but she did like the fact that she held $30 cash in her hand. Cash she had earned.
Expecting to see a twenty and a ten, she sat and stared at the money. The two faces staring back at her belonged to neither Alexander Hamilton nor Andrew Jackson. She stood face-to-face with Ulysses S. Grant times two. One hundred dollars. Was this a mistake? Should she be elated or concerned? Until Roxy learned the truth, she’d consider the extra $70 to be a gift, a bonus for a job well done.
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About the Author
Cricket Rohman grew up in Estes Park, Colorado and spent her formative years among deer, coyotes and beautiful blue columbine. Today she is a full-time author writing women’s fiction and mysteries about the cowboys, lovers, teachers, dogs, the great outdoors—even Alzheimer’s. And, so far, there is a dog in every one of her novels.
Book 1 FOREVER ISLAND and Book 2 WINTER’S BLUSH of The Fantasy Maker series, romance novellas, were released November 2017.
The romantic western, COLORADO TAKEDOWN, is scheduled for release early summer of 2018.
Prior to writing, Cricket’s career path included the following adventures: actor, singer, audio/video producer, classroom teacher, school principal, and U of A assistant professor.
With a little mystery and a little romance, WANTED: AN HONEST MAN captures the bittersweet growth of a young woman trying to make sense of her turbulent life.
Lindsey, a beautiful, talented teacher is a fighter and a positive thinker, but after the man of her dreams betrays her, then steals her beloved dog, she struggles. Strange, threatening phone calls begin to haunt her. A stalker, perhaps? Though she doesn’t want to be alone, she isn’t ready to go looking for new love, but men find her anyway.
A handsome college student involved in some tricky human research gets into trouble in more ways than one. His inherent propensity to play detective, though helpful at times, seems to attract Murphy and his darned Law far too often … and now his eyes are on Lindsey. Will his heart follow?
Praise for Wanted: An Honest Man:
“Charming … unexpected … emotionally charged!” – Amylynn Bright, author of Finish What We Started
Mysterious, romantic, and sprinkled with a few heartwarming students and a delightful dog, LETTERS, LOVERS, & LIES captures the importance of persistence and the power of love.
Jake and Lindsey are in love, but so much stands in their way. Letters from a dead man. Unwanted advances from a transgender acquaintance. Separation and jealousy. A few things in the couple’s favor? They are smart, multi-talented, and they love to laugh.
Lindsey Lark, keynote speaker, goes on tour while her boyfriend, Jake, writes a detective novel. Sounds simple enough, but a mystery soon dominates their lives when bizarre notices of her ex-husband’s funeral arrive. Foul play is suspected and murder is on someone’s mind.
Lad, a retired Secret Service agent, is Lindsey’s right-hand man for the duration of the tour. He’s handsome, he’s a man of few words, and, as the list of threats lengthens, he takes on the role of bodyguard, much to Jake’s dismay.
Praise for Letters, Lovers, and Lies:
“Cozy mystery lovers and romantic drama buffs will enjoy the twists and turns as Jake and Lindsey rush to solve their personal whodunit before it’s too late.” – John Reinhard Dizon, author of The Nightcrawler Series
Thrilling, romantic, and sprinkled with humor, HIT THE ROAD, JAKE! reinvents the ‘buddy movie’ concept with the written word … and a pretty woman.
Jake and Lindsey were good at tracking down offenders responsible for petty theft and blackmail, but when new mysteries turned personal—slashed tires, spattered blood, steamy love letters, a stolen pet, everything changed. Who was this enemy that secretly harassed them from town to town? Jake called in some favors and managed to finagle the DNA testing of several blood samples. The results were shocking, and the dangers they faced became deadly.
Practically newlyweds, the couple thought they’d created the perfect win-win plan. While traveling between Tucson and Estes Park in their RV, Jake would solve embarrassing mysteries that schools wished to keep under wraps, and Lindsey, being the ‘cover’ for their presence, would conduct workshops for teachers. Then all hell broke loose.
Praise for Hit the Road, Jake!
“Cricket Rohman really nails it! She gives her readers a ton of depth in both the story line and character development. A great, fun read!” – Lala Corriere, author of Bye Bye Bones: A Cassidy Clark Novel
No pillow talk or sweet words were uttered. Lost in our own tiny space on the planet, we were too breathless to speak. Then, another surprise . . . in one swift and masterful movement I found myself gazing up at Jake’s loving face, which was framed by pine tree branches and glimmers of sunshine. He’d made it to the top without skipping a beat or the rocking rhythm, and so we continued. Oh, the sounds of love. The heavy breathing, the not breathing, the moaning, the groaning . . . the groaning? The groaning wasn’t us.
I tapped Jake on his back and whispered, “Jake, I hear something.”
“Me, too, my forest nymph babe, and I’m loving what I’m hearing.”
“Then you are not hearing what I’m hearing.”
“It’s probably just another deer or . . . wait, I heard it. That was neither a deer nor a squirrel.”
That was no longer a funny word, still interesting to Wendell, but not funny to us. The groaning, the creaking, was like something from a monster movie and it was getting louder and closer. We noticed that the dog was sitting, staring specifically in one direction. He didn’t look terribly anxious, but he was, without a doubt, alert and listening to the noise, too.
Our magical moment was gone. We’d find it again some other day, but for now, we needed to get back to the safety of the RV. A low-pitched squeaking noise that reminded me of fingernails on a chalkboard (really big fingernails) joined forces with the groaning for a few seconds. The combination sent chills up my spine. Wendell’s bravery waned and he whimpered. He had no frame of reference to make sense of all this. Well, neither did we. If Jake or I had been sitting on the ground, Wendell would have suddenly transformed into a lap dog. No laps were available so he merely leaned up against me. I gave his ears a rub and a tickle, just the way he liked it. We were all feeling tense.
“Jake!” I didn’t need to yell, he was only a couple of feet away hurrying into his clothing, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to run. With his pants now on, he was ready to comfort me and the dog before taking on the woodland monster. We knew the general direction the sounds were coming from, but still we saw nothing.
Then came the snapping, the splintering, the crashing. We stood paralyzed . . . it took a few seconds for us to comprehend the source of those sounds. The ground beneath us trembled with each impact. Boom! Thud! Thump! Then, it was over. What followed was an eerie, profound silence.
A dead, medium-sized pine tree had fallen in the forest and taken two smaller trees along with it. We all ran over to get a closer look at the phenomenon.
“You heard all that, right?” Jake had regained his sense of humor.
“Yes,” I answered, now able to smile, too. “Three trees fell in the forest and I heard them all.”
“But you know, we’re lucky that I selected that spot over there for our nap.” He pointed in the direction of our bed of pine needles. “Or this could have ended badly. We could have been killed.”
“But it didn’t. We’re still here, alive and well. And I am very thankful for that.”
“Let’s go home. I need another nap.”
About the Author
Cricket Rohman grew up in Estes Park, Colorado, and spent her formative years among deer, bobcats, coyotes and beautiful blue columbine. Today she is a full-time author writing about the great outdoors, teachers, dogs, love, laughter, and life’s little mysteries—think romantic suspense.
Prior to writing, Cricket’s career path included the following adventures: actor, singer, audio/video producer, classroom teacher, school principal, and U of A, College of Education assistant professor. All of the above led the way to her first three novels, WANTED: AN HONEST MAN … LETTERS, LOVERS, & LIES … and HIT THE ROAD, JAKE!
All three books are works of fiction. REALLY! (Well, except the part about the dog; she really had a dog like Wendell, the mastiff, who appears in every book.)