Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Writing Wednesdays: To Tame A Heart

Yes, that title is correct! My newest book, the sequel to "Wild Heart" is out! It's called, in case you missed it, "To Tame A Heart"! You can purchase it straight fromAmazon at the following web address

You can read the back info on Amazon, so instead of telling you what it is about, I'll just put an excerpt here. Think that will be all right? :) So, here's a teensy bit of the story.

Excerpt of "To Tame A Heart" by Shannon Nicole Wells


April, 1882

A storm was coming.  Deric could see it.  Even if he had not been able to see the dark clouds moving toward him, he would have known by the way the cattle were acting.  In preparation for spring round up, he and the men who worked for him were attempting to move a portion of the herd down to the southern pasture, where it would be easier to work.  The cattle, nervous at the approaching storm, however, were having none of it.

Deric was not afraid, he had lived out here all his life, after all and knew what to expect from a Wyoming storm. The uneasy lowing of the animals, the darkening sky and the tension in the air were, however,  putting him on edge.  He was glad he had told his wife to stay with Cookie and the chuck wagon.  They would have already found shelter.  He was also thankful for his sure-footed mount, a big, ornery stallion who wasn't afraid of anything, including the spooked cattle. That horse wasn't letting any thing or anyone bother him.

Cracking his whip over a straying cow, Deric shouted and herded the animal back among the others.  The men around him were doing the same, hoping against hope they could get to lower ground before the storm hit.

Glancing up, he tried to guess how long they had and was dismayed to see that the roiling mass of clouds had developed a greenish brown look.  Tornadoes did not usually come in April, although it was possible.  He studied the clouds and just as a streak of lightning lit up the underside of the boiling mass, he saw something that chilled his blood.

Riding toward them, her back to the storm was his wife.

Now, what was she doing out here?  Had she lost her mind?

He wanted to shout to her, to tell her to get off that horse and head for the lowest piece of ground she could.  He knew it was futal, though, because she would not be able to hear him.

Trying to remain calm, he made his way through the mass of bodies and clashing horns, praying he could get to her in time.

She turned then and saw him.  Waving frantically, she pointed to the storm and said something, but he could not hear her and was not close enough to read her lips.  He shook his head and motioned for her to ride.  She just sat there, tall as ever, outlined against the ever-increasing bolts of lightning.

Crazy female!  Why did she have to get all independent now?

Although Deric had never been one to order a woman about as if he owned her,  there were times when he expected to be obeyed.  And, right now, in the midst of a coming tornado and at the outside of a full out stampede, was one of them.

Leaning low over the saddle, he pushed his mount, aptly named Lightning, toward the place where his Pamela waited.  Thunder boomed, drawing his attention to the steer at his right that was mooing in his ear.  Deric jerked back, only to stare in horror at the beast's horns.  They had little bluish bits of light on them. Seeing them, he shied away and pressed himself even lower, grabbing a handful of the horse's mane.  Then, the wind, which had kicked up a few moments before, died down. Left in its wake was what would have been an ominous silence, if the cattle had not been bawling.

Then, without warning, a horn caught Deric from his other side. With a grimace of pain, he pressed his arm to his side.  He didn't think the wound was serious, but it warned him to get moving.  He had to get away from the cattle and get to his wife.

He looked up then, searching for her.  Ah, there she was.  Now, if he just had a clear path…

Just as he was thinking this, however, a flash so bright it blinded him split the gloom and at the same time, there was an awful bang that he felt in his chest.  There was no time to react, no time to scream, no time for anything.  One minute, he was headed for his wife, and the next, he was deaf, blind and being hurled along. It was impossible to know where he was going.

It felt like forever to him, but in just a couple of minutes, he realized that he and the horse were heading in a different direction than the stampeding herd.   He chanced a cautious glance up and froze.  There on top of the knoll where his wife had been on her own mount, was nothing.


Her name was a cry on his lips, as he threw himself out of the saddle.  After catching himself, Deric ran to where she had been just a minute ago.  He would have fallen over her, if he had not been watching the ground.  As it was, he only stumbled over her horse, as he made his way to where she lay.

Ignoring the pain in his side, he knelt by her and touched her face.  He kept calling her name in hopes of a response, but there was none.  He checked her pulse; then her breathing, but with thunder shaking the ground and rain pelting down, he could not feel or hear a thing.  He tried blowing in to her mouth, as Dr. Wilson had taught him. He sealed his lips over hers and forced air down in to her lungs, but his efforts, frantic as they were,  did not seem to matter.

With a dawning horror, he realized she was gone. His Pammy, the love of his life, was gone.

Throwing back his head, he stared with unseeing eyes up in to the writhing heavens and cried out with all the emotion inside him.


And, that's all ye git! lol Unless, of course, you want to buy a copy of your own. Did I leave you hanging? If so, good! That's what I wanted to do.

Deric Christy's story took a year and a half to write. Sometimes, I would get up real early and write for 2 hours or more until the girls and my husband got up. Sometimes, I would stay up later, after everyone went to bed in order to write. Some things I wrote never made it in to the story, and some of it was just plain hard to write. I remember one night in particular, i had stayed up late to write. At one point, I remember getting thirsty, so I poured a glass of sweet tea and kept on writing. I checked my watch and was surprised to see it was 2 AM. "Oh well," I thought, "I'll just write a bit more."

Well, 3 hours later, when i checked the time again, it was 5 AM and I was still on a roll. lol I finished that particular scene around 6 that morning and like to never stayed awake later that day.

For those of you without sight, I'm sorry for the wait, but I have contracted to get it in audio. I don't know how long it will take, but I know the man is working on it. If you are interested in an audio copy of "To Tame A Heart" or "Wild Heart" leave a comment and I'll email you back with more info. Also, keep checking this blog for more info. W. B. Ward did an excellent job of narrating my first book, and I expect this one to be even better!

So, there you have it; info about my third published book! Be sure to come back next Wednesday for another edition of Writing Wednesdays, when I will post the last article I have that I wrote for Poetic Monthly magazine. I am no longer doing Music Mondays, but I will blog on Monday, so be sure to come back then, too and I'll have something for you to read.

Also, before I go, I want to let you know I will be interviewed on an internet radio station on Thursday, March 3 between 7 and 9 PM. You can find the station at
A friend of mine from way back started this internet radio station, and he plays anything from old classic country to R&B, to wrap, to bluegrass, to 80's rock and even some southern gospel. Early in the mornings, like around 5, I have even heard him playing old radio shows, like Fibber McGee. I like listening to Fibber and Molly. :)

So, until next time, keep reading, keep writing, and remember, it's ok to cry sometimes, too, as long as you smile a lot in between.

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