First Author Interview!

I branched out and did my first author interview! It went live this morning, so if you're curious for behind-the-scenes info on me and the writing of A Redneck Romance, here it is!

http://www.cliveeaton.com/tracyheath.html

In other news, I have now started writing the third book in the Country Misadventures series. So if you have read the first two, have no fear. More is coming! If you are interested in finding out what this series is all about, you can find my Amazon author page here!

I hope your January 2013 is starting off well!

Both a Face Lift and FREE!

Notice who got a bit of an update! Not me--my book! This book got a little face lift just in time for its free promotion today. Yes, that's right! Steering Gone Awry is FREE today and today only!

If you need a little pick me up after all the holiday rush-about, pick up your copy of this lighthearted, humorous book. It's a quick, one-sitting read with five short stories about comical country life.

So click here to get your free copy today!

Ol' Shady

The hills themselves couldn’t repress the thunderings of the approaching jalopy. And jalopy it was as there was no other term that could suit the vehicle properly, unless it was dump truck—the sort of truck you construct at the dump.

Chad rested his head on his hands which were folded sloppily over the business end of his rifle. Sighing, he peered over at Bert. “No one’s gonna get any huntin’ done anywhere near these parts today. Ol’ Shady’s on the prowl.”

Bert descended branch by branch from where he’d been perched in his deer stand. “Might as well pack it up, though from the sounds of it he’s still a mile er more off. Blasted catfish! I was lookin’ forward to venison steak!”

By the time the two disgruntled men had taken down the stand, the reverberating engine coughs were so deafening that they knew Ol’ Shady and his mode of transportation were within a quarter mile.

Bert shouted. “That must be him comin’ from the left. I see a cloud of dust.”

Chad seemed to ignore the comment but more likely he just couldn’t hear it. He was scanning the tangled underbrush and trees. Pointing, he hollered. “Here he comes! Look out! He’s smokin’!”

Chad’s comment had nothing to do with Shady’s personal figure or the pipe perpetually glued to the right side of his mouth. Instead, he was referring to state of the jalopy, or what they assumed was the jalopy since they couldn’t see it for the haze of smoke.