The Shepherd’s Daughter
Dry Bayou Brides, #1
by Lynn Winchester
Date of Publication: September 27th 2016
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Cover Artist: Dar Albert
Genre: Sweet Western Romance
Sweet, western romance quickie. Take that lunch break and enjoy a romance that will take you back to the days of southern charm and western culture on the Texas countryside in Dry Bayou.
Ray was this super sweet, intelligent, well rounded young lady that felt she could not have the man she wanted because she was just a simple shepherd’s daughter. She had nothing to offer the man she loved over the beauty that arrived as his mail ordered bride. But she did love him and have cultivated a friendship with him for years. She knew this man.
Billy was a man after all and he was not the totally blind or obtuse soul that he could have been drawn out to be. This romance was certainly sweet and endearing.
I got me a sweet, historical, western romance that was quick and refreshing. Thank you Ms. Winchester.
"Welcome to Dry Bayou, Texas, where Southern Charm meets the Wild West..."
From author Jackson d'Lynne writing as Lynn Winchester, a sweet and romantic western sure to warm your heart!
Ray MacAdams and Billy Ducharme have been best friends since her family moved to his ranch fourteen years ago to start a new sheep ranching operation.
Through thick and thin, good and bad, fire and rain, their friendship has only gotten stronger—so strong that nothing could possibly break their bond, a bond that for Ray has suddenly changed from simply friends to something deeper… Something that makes her dream of days and nights beside the man she loves, something that makes her wish she were more than just the shepherd’s daughter.
Then Billy’s mail order bride arrives.
Rebecca DuCastille is everything Ray is not: refined, well-mannered, and pretty as a porcelain tea cup. How can Ray possibly compete for Billy’s heart when his new bride is everything he could want in a proper wife?
Can the shepherd’s daughter convince her childhood friend that their love for one another goes beyond friendship, or will Billy marry the pretty interloper and leave Ray out to pasture?
Publisher Note: This is a 'sweet'/'clean' romance.
Buy Link: Amazon
“Billy Ducharme, you get your good-fer-nothin’ hide down here this instant!” Ray stopped pacing long enough to yell up at the hay loft from outside the large, red barn. “You got to be done with your chores by now, it’s near midday!”
She and Billy were supposed to head down to Clipper’s Creek for the fishing derby and she hated to be late. She didn’t want to miss out on the prize for the biggest trout. She’d won it three years running and she’d be pickled if she lost this year.
Where is that man? She stood on her tiptoes and rocked back onto her heels, all while balancing her armload of fishing gear.
She’d been looking forward to this day for near six months. She even made sure she woke up a few hours before her usual time in order to get a head start on her daily chores; tending the two ewes who were lambing, mending the fence that was struck by lightning two nights ago, and checking with the gauchos to recount the heads to make sure none of the sheep were missing.
Thankfully, all were accounted for, which meant she didn’t have to go hunting for a wayward ewe—that could’ve taken all day. She didn’t have all day, not if she wanted to get to the derby.
Now, to get Billy moving so they could get going.
The whinny of a horse caught her attention and she stopped moving and stared at the tall, wide doorway that led to the interior of the barn. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead, over the bridge of her nose, and dripped off the end.
“Come on, you’re movin’ slower than molasses and Lord knows I can’t stand the stuff!” She juggled the tackle and poles in her arms and heaved a heavy sigh.
Her sigh of frustration turned to a sigh of appreciation when Billy came into view from around the barn door. He’d pulled his hat from his head and was brushing the straw from it. Ray had to stop herself from staring like a ninny at his rich, chestnut hair, dark brows, and smooth, tanned face.
He was tall, lean, walked like a man who knew his business, and had a face she wouldn’t throw a dead frog at…unless he was cracking a joke about her.
Ray didn’t know when, exactly, her thoughts about Billy Ducharme turned from sweet and annoying little sister-like to mushy and silly and... Well, not sweet nor sisterly. But she wasn’t going to let her sudden mental ailment mess up her chance to win the derby.
“There you are. Shake a leg so we can get to the creek before they call the last round.”
Her urgent tone didn’t get him to move any faster. He actually slowed down, slapped his hat back on his head, and gave her a big, too-handsome smile.
She hated it when he smiled like that. She fought to ignore the melting sensation in the pit of her stomach and growled at him. “Don’t you dare, Willem!” She only ever used his full Christian name when she was annoyed at him.
He only smiled bigger and walked slower.
She narrowed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from yelling at him again—it wouldn’t be proper to yell the things she wanted to say to Billy at this moment.
By the time he stood before her, looking down into her overwarm face with a mischievous grin and glimmering blue eyes, she was fuming—‘bout ready to toss the fishing poles on the ground and wallop him.
“Whoa there, Ray. You’ve got to learn patience one of these days or you’re liable to get so worked up you’ll have a fit.” Ray held her breath. “Now, if you had a fit and fell to the ground like a startled heifer, I’d have to sell tickets. Lots of folks ‘round here would pay good money to see that.” He laughed, his deep chuckle breaking through the cloud in her head.
“Why you—” she reached out to slap his arm, but dropped her armload of fishing supplies, instead. “Ugh!” she called out in frustration, staring down at the now scattered and tangled lines, poles, and bobbers.
Chuckling louder, Billy stepped closer. Ray stopped moving, thinking, breathing—he was much too close for comfort.
Buy Link: Amazon
MY INTERVIEW WITH LYNN WINCHESTER
How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Poetic, humorous, lush, descriptive, fun, and emotional.
What mindset or routine do you feel the need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a project or just free writing)?
It all depends on the story. Sometimes the story spells it all out in detail, and sometimes it just flows out like a waterfall through a water hose. Before I can put my mind on writing, I have to clear everything else off my desk. If my mind or desk is cluttered, the muse refuses to cooperate.
Do you take your character prep to heart? Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character during story creation?
I build on my character as I am writing them. Sometimes they change completely before the story is finished. That’s when revisions come in handy.
Have you found yourself bonding with any particular character? If so which one(s)?
I REALLY love Ray from The Shepherd’s Daughter. She is so open and honest, and she thinks a lot like I do. I hear her voice in my when I need some commonsense in my day.
Do you have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
One character, Perez Cantana, has been BEGGING for a THE END on his story. Also, Rebecca DuCastille is telling me her whole life story, and I cannot wait to write it down…after I write all the other books in the series.
Have you ever felt that there was something inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to reach for the unexperienced?
Sometimes I cannot control the thoughts of “am I go enough’, but who doesn’t? I overcome those thoughts by rereading my books or loving all over my kiddos. I get warm fuzzies that dispel those ickies.
Lynn Winchester is one of the pseudonyms of a hardworking California-born caffeine addict, now living in the wilds of Northeast Pennsylvania. Lynn has been writing fiction since the 5th grade, and enjoys creating worlds, characters, and stories for her readers.
When Lynn isn't writing sweet historical romances, she is writing spicy paranormal romance as Jackson D’Lynne, and YA Sci-Fi/Thrillers as DJ Sorber. When is isn’t writing at all, she is running a successful editing business, reading whatever she can get her hands on, raising her four children, making sure her husband is happy, and binge watching shows on Netflix.