Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cowboy Memories



I dreamed I was standing at the edge of a cliff with a man. I was confused about which direction to go.  The man’s face, turned away, gave me a shadowed glimpse. Only his cowboy boots were clearly visible, but I knew my father stood beside me because of the comfortable silence and the strength, trust we share. A link that has always been present and has never needed vocalization….”it is what it is”.

The next day the dream nagged me. Since his brain surgery, a result of a head injury from hitting a beam in the barn, his memory had deteriorated. He went from total freedom to being able to drive a mere five miles from home and making notes on a pad of paper. His world has drastically changed. My worry for him is constant.

I called (Facetime), just to check in and relieve the pestering worry from my disturbing dream. I offered my services to help manage, feed the animals or whatever needed to be done.  The commute is long, but nothing could keep me away--if my dad needed me.

I asked what he was doing, all the while anticipating the answer.



“Watching a western,” he said.

It has been a year since his surgery and during his down time he watches westerns. My mother complains about the gunplay, the smack, smash, ongoing battle noises. “It’s constant,” she said.

I had to know, to find out why he had a fascination with westerns. As a child/teen/young adult I never once observed him engrossed in a western (cowboy) movie. Was this an aberration of his brain injury?

“Dad, you like westerns don’t you?”

“Yes.”  In the background I glimpsed a deep voiced man telling a dirty cowpoke to drop his gun.

“Why do you watch westerns all the time?”

“Because they remind me of the past, my past. They make me happy.”

Tears clogged my throat.

I discovered during his youth he watched the great western movies (sorry I can’t recall the titles). My mom showed me a black and white photo of him as a child dressed in western gear. His white blonde hair stuck out from underneath the hat. A kerchief had been tied around his neck and a tiny pair of cowboy boots completed the outfit.

He sought a happier time, a time when watching westerns was a simple method of being happy, of remembering.


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Fantasies with spice and humor.
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The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, Memory of Love
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He's almost an angel and she's pure temptation.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Fall into Love Party

Fall is coming soon...especially due to climate changes. School begins again and in my 'neck of the woods' it's apple picking season. Red Delicious apples are my favorite..and so is The Romance Reviews Fall into Love party, September 1 through September 30th, 2014.
Fall into Love Party Poster
I'm excited to give away an ebook copy of Memory of Love, to be released August 13, 2014.
Join me. Enjoy the party...
Here is a preview of Memory of Love
Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.
 
Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.
 
Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?
 MemoryofLove_w8758_750
jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
Jewel Heist Diamonds used to be this girl's best friend.
 Shadow of the Hawk & Dark Sun He's almost an angel and she's pure temptation.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Memory loss frustrations...



Memory of Love

Every step she took on her lacerated feet stung, yet she forged ahead. If she stopped, rested even for a moment, she wouldn’t be able to pull herself up again. Dizzy and unbalanced, she stumbled into the clearing. The glow from one single lit window cast four squares on the ground in front of a Greek revival house.
Please let someone be inside.
A few staggering steps later, she climbed onto the portico and pounded on the door. Seconds later and no response, she rested her head on the mahogany panel and crab-crawled her fingers to the brass rectangle at the side and pressed the button until chimes played an odd old-fashioned tune. Relief from escaping danger had her impotent body near to collapsing. The adrenaline that enabled her to fight and run eventually lost out to shock and exhaustion. Yet, she had to alert someone to the men in the woods.
Where had the wolf gone? There wasn’t any doubt he’d led her to this house. As of today, she had a greater appreciation for wildlife. Footsteps approached the door from inside. She stood straight, finger-combing her hair to flatten the spiked strands. As her fingers pulled the short ends, she had a distinct impression her hair was typically long, beyond her shoulders. Had her kidnappers cut her hair as some sort of sick joke?
She jerked at her blouse and the cotton tee underneath. Blood had crusted on her upper arm. By the looks of the small stripes, a mere scratch, but it burned like hell. Her jeans, stiff and spattered with dirt and grass, made it obvious she’d been in contact with the ground. There wasn’t a way to improve her poor appearance. The door pulled open. Odin willing, the person would know her.
The barefooted man standing in the doorway, with his jeans unbuttoned, was six foot of pure viewing pleasure. He had ordinary facial features, not broad, not thin. His nose, just the right size, separated his prominent cheeks. His eyes were gray, the color of polished silver. His hair looked soft, reminding her of turned soil on the mountain range of Asgard, deep reddish brown that reached his broad neck.
Her gut tightened. Soil? Asgard?
She shook her head. Having barely escaped the despicable trio, why would she desire one of the same gender? How messed up was she really?
Unsteady, she gripped the doorpost.
He reached around the door and held her arm. “May I help you?” His voice was low. Sexy.
“Yes, I’m sorry to wake you, but I was...do you know me?” Calm and relaxed her breathing steadied. Birth, death, and rebirth, the idyllic ratio of Norse religion, had she died and been reborn? Was she having an out of body experience? Did she rise above and look down on a bloodstained, dirty, disheveled stranger posing questions to, hopefully, a half-dressed sexy friend?

At least two of her kidnappers were alive and kicking and, no doubt, looking for her. Knees weak and ready to crash, she exhaled. “I don’t think I have a car. Forest. Men...tied.” She fell forward.

Duty before love between a guardian of Hell's Gate and a Valkyrie.


BLURB

Power, Family, and Loyalty: The coveted three can join a shifter and Valkyrie in love or tear them apart forever.

Tied to a tree in the midst of thieves, the Valkyrie Skogul wakes without memory of who she is or of the man she once loved. Using curiously deadly skills, she escapes. Injured and exhausted, a wolf befriends her and leads her to a house where the hunky owner's eyes look strangely familiar.

Aidan Hall, former guardian of Hell's Gate, doesn’t trust anyone. So when a beautiful amnesia victim he’s never met appears at his door, why does he feel a connection? Who and what he is will keep them apart. But when dark magik shows up in his woods, his guard intensifies. Is it Skogul or someone else?

When Demons flood through Hell’s Gate, can he stop them, or will the memory of love be the death of him?

 http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=5757

jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com
The Valkyrie and the Marine, Pippa’s Rescue, March 2014, Memory of Love August 2014
Shadow of the Hawk/Dark Sun. He's almost an angel and she's pure temptation.
Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book, Prop in the movie RED.  www.thewildrosepress.com print 
 All rights reserved.

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