A Change of Scenery – Davalynn Spencer ( + Giveaway )
Today I’m happy to welcome author Davalynn Spencer as she shares about a book of her heart. Read through to the end to find out how you can enter her giveaway.
A Change of Scenery is one of those books-of-the-heart. A historical book I had to write, a story I had to tell even though six other titles have been published since I wrote this one.
It wouldn’t let go. Rather, I should say, the Hutton family wouldn’t let go. I first met them in The Cañon City Chronicles and worked my way through two generations, ending Book 3 with little twin boys named Hugh and Cale, the third generation comin’ on.
I’m sure you know who’s all grown up now in Book 4.
The century has turned and it’s 1911. Cars are taking over the roads and Nickelodeon flickers are all the rage. Hugh lost his wife when son number three came into the world, and Cale hasn’t found the right woman yet. The way he looks at it, he’d not settle for a mismatch in a horse, so he refuses to settle on a mismatch in a wife, no matter how many ranchers’ daughters try to turn his head.
And then a moving picture company comes to town. Selig Polyscope, to be exact, and the director offers to pay the Hutton brothers each five dollars a day plus more for the use of their cattle and horses if they allow the company to film on their ranch.
That’s a hard deal to turn down, what with an even harder winter last year and something picking off calves all spring. Either rustlers or a bear. Or both.
But that moving picture company has a wardrobe seamstress. Straight from Chicago, she is, with dark bobbed hair, a defiant little chin, and a hitch in her gait.
Cale Hutton doesn’t have a chance.
Neither did I. I had to write it.
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
A hidden fear. A daring challenge. A liberating love.
A motorcar accident on a rainy Chicago night steals Ella Canaday’s fiancé as well as her ability to ride. Clinging to the remnants of her independence, she cuts her hair and her ties with her wealthy father and takes a train west as the seamstress with a moving-picture company. Colorado offers the change of scenery she needs. But she doesn’t expect the bold cowboy who challenges her to reclaim both the loves she thought she’d lost forever.
Cale Hutton needs the money the moving-picture company is paying for use of his cattle and horses, but he’s not keen on some city gal gettin’ in the way at the ranch. Between the filming crew by day and a rogue cattle-killing bear by night, his attention snags on the little bob-haired seamstress. Something about her easy manner around his horse sets his mind to find out what she’s hiding and why she has such a pull on his heart.
Book link: https://amzn.to/3n8YMkC
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Bestselling author and winner of the Will Rogers Gold Medallion for Inspirational Western Fiction, Davalynn Spencer is the wife and mother of professional rodeo bullfighters and can’t stop #lovingthecowboy. When she’s not writing Western romance, she teaches writing workshops and wrangles Blue the Cowdog and mouse detectors Annie and Oakley. Connect with her at www.davalynnspencer.com.
Book link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088KTZKMP/
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First page of A Change of Scenery
Cañon City, Colorado – June 5, 1911
The gun shot rooted Ella to the concrete sidewalk. Chest tight, unable to breathe, she clutched the folded shirt to herself until the truth twisted through her, loosening her muscles and her fear.
It wasn’t gunfire. Not in today’s civilized world of unlikely things moving on their own accord. Things like pictures and carriages.
Air squeezed from her lungs, and her lips parted to aid its escape.
The motorcar passed and she continued on, black leather low-cuts tapping an irregular beat from the Hotel Denton to the corner of Seventh and Main.
At the curb, she paused for another choking contraption in full complaint of its early morning errand. Here to stay, as much as she despised them, at least the automobiles were more easily observed than ridden in. Somewhat.
The dust and her apprehension settled a second time and, stepping into the intersection, she smoothed the recently mended shirt draped over her arm. She’d been early to work every morning since arriving in town three days ago, and she intended to maintain the habit.
Another backfire, another sudden stop.
A horse screamed in the next block. Frozen halfway across the street, Ella watched it rear in its traces. Break free. Bolt down the street with its buggy.
Grounded as surely as the hotel on the corner behind her, she stood unable to move. Someone yelled. Men rushed into the street, shouting and waving their arms. Wild-eyed and panicked, the horse charged straight for her.