Friday, December 21, 2018

Only Four Shopping Days Left Until Christmas!

This year, I'm taking the season one day at a time, trying not to stress or bitch or moan. Just keep plowing on through it. Raise your hands if you can relate.

I got the tree up on the 9th,

and wrapped presents on the 14th. At least, those I had already bought. Christmas presents for my eldest son are kinda tough this year because he now lives clear across the country in California and doesn't want to have to take stuff home with him on the plane. Getting packages delivered to him at his workplace instead of his apartment wasn't the solution, because they tried to deliver one of them on a Saturday when no one was there. *sigh* But I keep trying...

Making candy is next. I'm trying my hand at chocolate truffles this year. They may not turn out very pretty, but eating the ugly ones should be no hardship on anyone. 😁

I have a new release coming January 29th, (Cat Star Legacy #2: Mystic) so of course I have posts to write for the blog tour by the second of January. Fortunately, since this is one of the busiest times of the year, these tours aren't quite as extensive as they used to be. I used to have fifteen or twenty blog posts to write. Now I'm only being asked for three posts and four excerpts. For some reason, choosing those excerpts is a lot harder to do than you'd expect. I have a hard time whittling down sections of less than a thousand words. I mean, I think you need to read the whole book to get the full effect. I guess that's the plan, huh?

For now, though, I'm limiting myself to wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

And giving you another peek at the cover!

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Kim Redford Has Fun at the Dallas Fantasy Fair

Wish y’all had been with me at the revived Dallas Fantasy Fair just after Thanksgiving this year. I signed books, chatted with old friends like artist David Spurlock, made new friends, and discovered DJ Larry King’s straight-up pickle juice might be a food group all on its lonesome. What’s so special about the DFF is that it combines comic book collectors, comic artists and writers, fine artists, book authors, cosplay awards, and a fortune teller, along with my favorite—carnivorous plants. What’s not to like?

Let me share some photos of my friends who made the DFF special as special can be.

I caught up with Rachael Caine, bestselling author, and artist Cat Conrad over delicious Thai food. We regaled each other with life stories—laughter and pathos all rolled into one—while talking about our upcoming books.

Michael Golden, legendary comic book artist, signed a copy of his fantastic poster of Wonder Woman for my collection. Christ Coates, terrific artist, explained how he got his Mohawk just right. Renee Witterstaetter, fabulous author, publisher, and colorist, shared stories of her world travels.
Holly Hitch, massage therapist, and Caroline Crawford, Twanda Jewelry, took a moment to pose for me while having fun at the DFF.

Over the years, I’ve shared many an interesting panel with award-winning science fiction/fantasy illustrator Brad W. Foster, so we had fun reminiscing about other conventions and what we’re currently creating right now.

 I did mention carnivorous plants, didn’t I? Here’s terrific author and plant expert Paul T. Riddell of Texas Triffid Ranch trying to lure me into taking home a carnivorous plant for my cats. Did I do it? Not yet . . . although Paul’s pretty persuasive. 
And now I’m all set to enjoy the Dallas Fantasy Fair again next year.

Smokin' Hot Cowboys series
A Cowboy Firefighter for Christmas (Book 1)
Blazing Hot Cowboy (Book 2)
A Very Cowboy Christmas (Book 3)
Hot for a Cowboy (Book 4)

Kim Redford is the acclaimed, bestselling author of Western romance novels. She grew up in Texas with cowboys, cowgirls, horses, cattle, and rodeos for inspiration. She divides her time between homes in Texas and Oklahoma, where she’s a rescue cat wrangler and horseback rider—when she takes a break from her keyboard. Visit her at

Crazed or Calm? What Will You Choose This Holiday Season?

Christmas is almost here and I'm about two months behind on everything that needs to be done. I've just finished the third book in my Deadly Forces series for Sourcebooks (and am waiting for a title), and have realized that I have no presents yet, my tree isn't up, and the kids come home from college tomorrow. Forget about the Christmas cards and baking.

Last night I felt the beginnings of a panic attack. Usually I have my Christmas planner out on November 1 and start the countdown. I check coupons, plan menus, and come up with a baking schedule. Because this book 3 has kicked my butt for the past ten months, I'm behind on everything.

So I did what I do when I get stressed. I took a bath. I filled the tub with hot water, added bath salts, and put on some Christmas music. And it felt wonderful.

As I drifted away, trying to forget how difficult this latest book was to write and how it sucked all of my creative energy for almost an entire year, I made a conscious decision to let my lack of planning not matter.

If I have to buy my cookies at the grocery store? They'll still be eaten.

If I get my cards out after Christmas? No one really cares.

The Christmas Tree? I'll leave that to the kids.

If I order everything on Amazon Prime? Most things will still get here on time. And if they don't? Well, that's what gift cards are for.

What brought me to this realization? As I sat in the hot water and let my mind still, I realized that this season isn't about my to-do list. It's about love and family. My kids come home tomorrow and I haven't seen them in months. If all we do is watch Hallmark moves, play board games, and eat pizza--for an entire month--I will still be the happiest mother in the world.

I don't want to run around these next two like a crazed, crabby woman. This book, truly, drained me. But I'm sure that I'm not the only person in the world who's had an exhausting year and has had to work up to the very last moment before Christmas.

The trappings of Christmas don't matter (regardless of what Pinterest or Hallmark movies say). The fact that my family will be together, healthy and happy, is truly all that is important. I just wish I didn't have to take a bath to remember that.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays during this wonderful season.

As a treat, I'm leaving you with one of my favorite holiday recipes that's so super easy even my kids can make it: Baked Pineapple.

I know some will question the white bread (Ack!) and the canned pineapple, but I promise no one will recognize these very humble ingredients. If you're making it for a buffet table, cook several. It's always the first thing to go.

Baked Pineapple
  • 6 eggs
  • 2/3 cups sugar
  • 2 20 oz cans crushed pineapple in juice
  • Dash salt
  • 6 slices white bread cut into cubes (the cheap, soft white bread)
  • 4 slices of white bread cut into cubes for the top.
  • 2 Tablespoons of butter, cut into small pieces
  • Garnish
  • Fresh berries
  • Confectioner's sugar
  1. Preheat oven to 350.
  2. Butter sides of a 3-quart casserole dish or an oven-proof cast iron pan.
  3. Thoroughly mix the first five ingredients and pour into dish.
  4. Top with the two slices of cubed bread. Dot with butter.
  5. Bake 1 hour. Serve hot
  6. Garnish with fresh berries dusted with Confectioner's sugar
  7. Serves 8
Sharon Wray is a librarian who once studied dress design in the couture houses of Paris and now writes about the men in her Deadly Force romantic suspense series where ex-Green Berets meet their match in smart, sexy heroines who teach these alpha males that Grace always defeats Reckoning.
Her acclaimed debut book EVERY DEEP DESIRE, a sexy, action-packed retelling of Romeo and Juliet, is about an ex-Green Beret determined to regain his honor, his freedom, and his wife.
EVERY DEEP DESIRE is available on: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iBooks | IndieBound | Kobo |  Google
And adding it to your Goodreads TBR list is also always appreciated!

Monday, December 3, 2018

Excerpt from Decoy Date

Decoy Date, book 4 in The Wedding Date series, is available now!Fake relationship. Real feelings. Big problems.
Brody O’Donnel doesn’t believe in happily-ever-afters—at least, not for himself. But he wants the best for his vivacious, beautiful friend Gwen Danes, and he’s tired of watching her pine for a clueless man. Figuring a little bit of jealousy will motivate the guy, Brody proposes a fake relationship. It’s an outrageous plan, but Gwen figures there’s no harm in it—until they share a passionate kiss she never saw coming. Suddenly, Gwen’s fighting a growing attraction to a man she knows she can’t have. After all, he’s just faking it…isn’t he?

Enjoy this excerpt!

“How about the bar. How did you get into that?"
More relaxed, Brody made another one of those considering faces before answering. "I grew up wanting my own restaurant. The plans for the bar came later. My grandmother owned this swank place in Manhattan, and I thought there wasn't anything better."
"Your grandmother?" Could this guy get any better?
And the answer was a resounding yes, because then he was doing that thing where he reached back, pushing his big hands through the untamed curls of his hair, making his shirt stretch tight over his chest and arms. Nice. Brody slid the elastic off his wrist to bind the hair that liked to fall in his face. It wouldn't stay that way for long. Within fifteen to thirty minutes, she'd bet all those wild red-brown curls would be back on the loose.
But for now he settled back against the cushions. "Yeah, the story goes that my grandfather opened the place before he met her. And one day she came in to the place with a date who'd done her wrong. Big mistake. She had a temper, and apparently wasn't afraid to show it. So when she finished chewing this date out, Fiona was getting up to leave and my grandfather stopped her to offer her a job. He thought she could keep the kitchen running with that fiery Irish temper."
Gwen was getting that warm swelly feeling in her chest as she leaned forward eager to hear more. "And then he fell in love with her and taught her to run the place?"
Brody coughed out a laugh. "Not quite. She told him what he could do with his offer and suggested if he had a better one, he had until she was out the door to give it to her. So he asked her to marry him instead."
She was up on her knees, her chocolate set on the table behind the couch so she could clutch her hands over her heart. "That's even better. No wonder you're such a romantic!"
"Oh Gwendolyn. You give me those eyes and tell me I'm the romantic?" he asked with a shake of his head. "Hate to ruin it for you, but Fiona thought her husband had rocks in his head. Remember this is the woman who raised my mother. The happy ending to Fiona’s story was if her husband hadn't died within a year of marrying her, she would have left him, new baby and all...but in the end she got the restaurant. And one summer I got to stay with her and she taught me to cook and—"
Gwen's brows crumpled, that warm swelly feeling in her chest deflating in a rush. "Wait what? No." She leaned forward poking him in the shoulder. "That's the worst love story I ever heard!"
And now he was laughing for real, those deep green eyes flashing at her as he wedged himself further back into the couch cushions. "Love story? Sorry but that’s not really how the women in my family are. Hey!" he yelped, when she poked him again. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to poke the bear?"
Oh yeah, some bear. She'd heard people call him that before, because he was so big she guessed, but the only kind of bear this guy was, was a Teddy Bear. She poked again, and again because— "Yes, love story! You totally set me up."
Poke. Poke.
She was pretty sure that was supposed to be some kind of warning, but no way could she take it seriously when the big guy was literally trying to wiggle away amid those deep rumbling laughs.
Only then, lightning fast, the world spun and Gwen found herself laid out across Brody's lap, held in place by the strong hand still wrapped around her wrist and the solid arm supporting her back. She blinked up into Brody's too green, too deep, too soulful eyes, caught there and held. The laughter died between them and she swore, even as tight as he was holding her, the world shifted again…