Showing posts with label GRANT ME THE MOON. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 27, 2024

Award Winning GRANT ME THE MOON

 By Caroline Clemmons

Several years ago, GRANT ME THE MOON won 1st place in short romance for the International Digital Awards presented by Oklahoma RWA. Writing this book was a pleasure. As do many of my books, this one contains mystery as well as romance.

How did I choose the setting? I’m so glad you asked.

Hero and I grew up in Lubbock, Texas. After we married, we drove from where we lived in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex to Lubbock to visit family a million, gazillion times. Maybe not that many, but that’s what it seemed. We went so often we knew when ranchers or farmers painted the barn or got a new tractor.

On the way via Highway 84, we passed through Post, founded by the cereal magnate Charles William Post, at the foot of the Caprock Escarpment in Garza County. C. W. Post bought 250,000 acres in Lynn and Garza Counties to start an experimental colony. He bought a number of ranches, fenced off the land in 160-acre tracts, laid out a townsite, built houses, and in other ways worked to attract settlers. In 1907 Garza Count was formed and the town of Post City designated as its county seat.

Evidence of early man found in Garza County includes hundreds of artifacts. In 1934 archeologists also discovered the 16-foot tusk of a prehistoric imperial mammoth. Evidence of early man found in Garza County includes hundreds of artifacts from prehistoric man which were  uncovered in the county in the 1960's and named the Garza point. The archeological site is called—what else, the Garza Site. We definitely would have visited the site if we had the opportunity. That’s on private land, though, so we couldn’t have a tour. The same is true for the Lott Site which is less than a mile away.

Nevertheless, Hero and I always wished we could visit the Garza Site. We’ve enjoyed hiking through places like Chaco Canyon, Hovenweep, Mesa Verde (to which tourists can view across a ravine but can no longer walk through it as we did), and various others whenever we had the opportunity. We grew up very near Yellowhouse Canyon and the Lubbock Lake Site. Since we couldn’t visit the Garza Site, I invented one on a nearby ranch.

Writing fiction is so great!

I don’t know why Post captured my imagination, but it did. The thought of C. W. Post’s Utopian community in dusty West Texas both tickles and puzzles me. Post is a nice town with the benefits of a small town, but only forty miles from the larger city of Lubbock. Primarily ranch land, the area has a particular desert beauty. The Double Fork branch of the Brazos River passes through the county. The area also has wind farms to export electricity.

Our parents are no longer living and we don’t have occasion to drive through there now but my fascination with Garza County hasn’t diminished. Perhaps that’s why Post seemed the perfect setting for GRANT ME THE MOON. This is book two of the Texas Caprock Tales Series. Book one is BE MY GUEST and book three, will be CAPTURE A STAR.



Allow me to share some of GRANT ME THE MOON. Here’s the blurb:

All Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder? Or that one of her students would be suspected as the killer? And she had no idea she would meet the man of her dreams.

Grant Grayson has taken over management of Grayson Ranch near Post, Texas to give his grandfather a less arduous schedule. A flash flood washed away an old talus slope on the ranch to reveal a prehistoric cave that is a Clovis site. Being a good citizen, he invited the nearest large university archaeology department to excavate the cave. When a gorgeous blonde high school teacher asks his permission to take her students to the site, how can he deny her? Especially when he is instantly attracted to her as he’s never been to anyone.

Tory and Grant are drawn into the investigation to clear her student but unintentionally make themselves a target.

 

Now I’ll share an excerpt from GRANT ME THE MOON:

He guided her inside [the restaurant] and they were shown to a table.

After they’d placed their orders, he asked, “Your grandmother, is she all right?”

“Grandpa died last spring. She’s not ill, just frail and deeply in mourning. I was lucky there was an opening in the school.”

“Where did you teach before?”

She offered a wry smile, almost as if embarrassed. “Assistant professor at Texas A&M.” She shrugged and tilted her head. “I realize it appears I took a backwards step, but I was the one who could rearrange my life to move here. Fortunately, I genuinely enjoy teaching high school history and living here.”

“So your grandmother is sad rather than ill. Does she get around well?”

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “In fact, she can keep up with me. After Grandpa passed away, she was so heartbroken that we were afraid her health was deteriorating. Actually, it was. She wasn’t eating properly and not sleeping well. Or, she was staying up most of the night and sleeping most of the day. With me here, she keeps regular hours and we have breakfast and supper together.”

He reached across the table and laced his fingers with hers. “But not tonight.”

She met his gaze and smiled before she slid her hand to her lap. Disappointment claimed him at the loss of her touch.

“I stopped by the store on my way home and bought her a chicken pot pie in a brand that’s healthy. I only hope she’s doing as I asked and having that and a salad for dinner.”

After they’d eaten, he drove under the speed limit on the way back to Post. Her company fascinated him and he wished he could prolong the evening. When they reached the edge of the Caprock above Post, he pulled over at a wide space on the shoulder and opened the sunroof.

“I love this spot. You can see the lights of our little town below and the stars above.”

She relaxed against the seat and head rest. “The almost full moon tonight obscures many of the stars. This is a beautiful vantage point, though. As if we’re divine and are hanging above the world. I could almost reach out and touch the moon.”

He reached for her hand and entwined their fingers “Should I grab it for you?”

She offered a whimsical smile. “Let’s leave it there so everyone can enjoy the moonlight.”

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Grant-Moon-Texas-Caprock-Tales-ebook/dp/B06XZZCRYM

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Friday, May 07, 2021

Grant Me The Moon

 GRANT ME THE MOON 

By 

Caroline Clemmons 



 

Genre: Contemporary western romance 

 

About the book 

 

GRANT ME THE MOON won First Place in the International Digital Award for short contemporary book 2017. 

All Tory Fraser intended was to show her high school history club students a local archeology dig. How could she know the excursion would involve a murder? Or that one of her students would be suspected as the killer? And she had no idea she would meet the man of her dreams. 

Grant Grayson has taken over management of his family’s Grayson Ranch near Post, Texas to give his grandfather a less arduous schedule. A flash flood washed away an old talus slope on the ranch to reveal a prehistoric cave that is a Clovis site. Being a good citizen, Grant invited the nearest large university archaeology department to excavate the cave. When a gorgeous blonde high school teacher asks his permission to take her students to the site, how can he deny her? Especially when hes instantly attracted to her as he’s never been to anyone. 

Tory and Grant are drawn in to the investigation to clear her student but unintentionally make themselves a target. Now they must evade the killer to live and celebrate their new found love. 

 

 

Excerpt 

 

Tory answered the door. “Come in and say hello to Grandma.” 

He stepped inside the Craftsman-style home. Mrs. Stafford was seated in an armchair by the unlit fireplace. She’d aged considerably since he’d last seen her, but her blue eyes still twinkled. 

“Hello, young man. How nice to see you again. 

“I’m happy to see you looking so well, Mrs. Stafford. When you retired after I was in your class, I thought maybe I’d soured you for teaching.” 

Her laugh peeled away years and she became the woman he remembered. “No such thing, as you must know. I had enough years to retire, so I did. My husband and I had always wanted to travel. We took some wonderful trips and created many happy memories.” 

Tory leaned down to kiss her grandmother’s cheek. “Eat the dinner I left in the oven. And a salad is in the fridge. Don’t wait up for me.” 

Mrs. Stafford swatted Tory on her rear. “Run along with you, Miss Bossy Pants. Have a nice evening, you two. I’m going to eat and go to bed as soon as my show is over, so be quiet when you come in.” 

Tory grabbed her purse from a table, closed the door behind them, and tested the knob. “No cracks about locking the door. A house on the next street was burglarized last week.” 

He grinned at her and cupped her elbow to guide her on the walk. “I didn’t say a word. By the way, they caught that burglar.” 

“I know, but that doesn’t mean he was the only one around. I want to be careful with Grandma.” 

“You need to be as careful with yourself as you are with your grandmother.”  

She stopped and stared at his Lincoln Navigator. “Oh, you have a different car.” 

He shrugged but he was proud of his new car. “The truck is good for the ranch but this is nice for other times.” He opened the door. 

This evening, she’d traded her business suit for a blue sundress and left her golden hair down, which he liked much better than the bun-like twisty thing she’d worn this afternoon. Instead of the killer heels she’d worn earlier in the day, she wore low-slung white sandals.  

The forty-mile drive to Lubbock passed quickly with talk of archaeology and travel to ancient ruins. 

As they entered the city, he asked, “Do you have a food preference?” 

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t want liver or Brussels sprouts. Anything else is fine.” 

A laugh erupted from deep inside him. “I don’t like liver either. How about a steak house with a variety of food?” 

“Your call, Grant, because I’m not familiar with what’s available. I’ve been reclusive this year. Except for school functions, I’ve spent evenings and weekends with Grandma.” 

He chose a restaurant on 82nd Street and pulled into the parking lot. “Monday evenings are not especially busy, so we shouldn’t have trouble getting seated.” 

He guided her inside and they were shown to a table.  

After they’d placed their orders, he asked, “Your grandmother, is she all right?” 

“Grandpa died last spring. She’s not ill, just frail and deeply in mourning. I was lucky there was an opening in the school.” 

“Where did you teach before?” 

She offered a wry smile, almost as if embarrassed. “Assistant professor at Texas A&M.” She shrugged and tilted her head. “I realize it appears I took a backwards step, but I was the one who could rearrange my life to move here. Fortunately, I genuinely enjoy teaching high school history.”