I always fall in love with my heroes–Sam O’Ballivan will forever have a very special place in my heart. But I’ve got to admit, I’m head over heels for Dylan Creed. Logan, his brother, the hero of book one in the Montana Creed/McKettrick Kin series, is WAY hot. But Dylan? He’s got that bad-boy thing going–be still my beating heart.
Of course he’s not REALLY bad. He’s baaaaad in the GOOD sense of the word.
Yum. Conjuring up these guys is some kind of a job. I’m glad it’s mine.
And guess what? There are more McKettricks coming–the TEXAS branch of the family. There are also Creeds and Yarbros and maybe even Corbins.
I continue to make ATCs in my spare time, such as it is. Gosh, I love that 2-1/2 by 3-1/2 format–not so intimidating as a big canvas. I did one I especially love–it shows a prince, and the caption reads: I guess the dragons got him.
So far, you see, my own personal prince has been a NO-SHOW, but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up–after all, I’m a romantic. And, anyhow, I’ve got Sam O’Ballivan, and Dylan Creed, Jeb and Jesse, Rafe and Rance, Kade and Keegan…
Just how many princes can one woman handle, anyway? And princes are a little too sissified for me, I must admit. They wear tights, for pity’s sake. I’ll take a cowboy, please. Chaps (pronounced SHAPS, with an SH sound, not like ‘chapstick‘) instead of tights, boots instead of slippers with bells on the toes, and a six-gun instead of a sword. I’ll go along with the brave and noble heart, though, and the trusty steed…