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Erin has visited this blog before, mostly recently with her adorable and comical novella, “Text Me“. I am glad to welcome Erin back with her newest release, called “Wedding Day“.

Wedding Day

Welcome back, Erin. Can you tell us a little about your story?

 EB: Sure, it’s a romantic suspense novel. Here is a bit of a blurb:

Famous Bull Rider Dallas Day met Cassie Bailey briefly in high school, but her plain looks and quiet personality left no lasting impression on him. Cassie, however, couldn’t say the same about Dallas.

Their paths cross again ten years later when Dallas is home recovering from an injury, and Cassie is the only veterinarian who volunteers her services at the home-town rodeo. She’s jump-starting her new practice, and every eligible man within a ten-mile radius is trying to land a date with the attractive vet.

Dallas’ older brother bets him that, even with all his charm and fame, Dallas can’t land a date with the reserved lady vet. Not one to turn down a challenge, Dallas makes it his mission to win a date with Cassie. After seeing her, he realizes they’ve met before, but he doesn’t remember her being so pretty. His persistence pays off, but when Cassie finds out about the bet, their new love is put to the test.

RJS: You have to love how brothers are always betting each other into trying stupid things. Sounds like this one might have turned out pretty good for Dallas. How long did it take to write?

EB: Hahaha! Ready for this! I just finished edits on Wedding Day two weeks ago, and I found files In my computer on Wedding Day that dated back to 2012. Wowzers! 4 years! That’s how long this story has been a work in progress. I’ve learned a lot over the years, and it was extremely difficult to edit the old me without loosing my mind!

RJS: Any special inspiration?

EB: Yes. I mixed memories of my high school days showing pigs with my FFA chapter, and the local fair that I attended every fall as the inspiration for the fair scenes in Wedding Day. Yet, I made the make believe town of Frisbee, Texas a suburb of Houston-which is where I now live.

RJS: Where do you write?

EB: In MY office!!! I made my own space. For the past four years I wrote wherever. Kitchen table, living room, recliner, wherever I could find a space. As my writing began to take off, and I realized I needed to make more notes or needed an actual desk of my own, I converted the never used guest bedroom into my own office. We have an actual office in my house, but the masculine look of the room did nothing for my muse. I turned my space into something Joanne from Fixer Upper would be a little more proud of. I hope!

RJS: Are you working on anything else right now?

EB: Oh, boy yes! I am working on edits for my next novel Love Comes In The Mourning that will be released either late this year or early part of next. I’m plotting and writing, what I hope to be a series, right now, and I am waiting to hear back about a Christmas story I just finished. Fingers crossed for a contract on that!

RJS: Hardest part about writing?

EB: All of it. Seriously! For me, the hardest part is actually carving the time out of my day to do it. I’m a stay at home mother, I sell Arbonne a little on the side, and I also write. (I love Arbonne, btw! You should SO google their stuff!) I wake up at 4 most mornings and get a couple of hours before the kids wake up to write, answers emails, etc. After that, I schedule three hours in my day to write, between naps and play time, but I’m lucky if I get one.

RJS: Do you write in other genres?

EB: Not so much genres but I do write different kinds of stories. I have two cowboy stories, two very contemporary stories, and my series that I hope to have published end of 2017 or beginning of 2018 will be a little darker. I don’t want to give away too much yet since they are still in the planning stages. Still, all will fit the contemporary genre.

RJS: How do you beat procrastination?

EB: I don’t know! I stay so busy, that if I want to write, I only have a small window to do it. There really isn’t time for procrastination. I do notice when things give me difficulty I snack until it’s solved. That’s probably not very good for my waistline!

RJS: How do you beat writer’s block?

EB: I redecorate my house. Honestly, I noticed this a few weeks ago. Anytime I get irritated with a story, or I’m between projects, or can’t get inspiration flowing, I start looking around my house at all the things I want changed, and start working on that. I usually only get one small project done before I get tired of decorating and then I head back to writing!

RJS: Okay, how about some icebreaking, nosy questions?

Q: How did you meet your spouse/ significant other?

A: At a gym.

Q: If you won the lottery, what is the first thing you would do? Would you keep your day job (if you have one?)

A: Get a lawyer.

Q: What is your favorite past time?

A: Drinking coffee and reading.

Q: Would you rather have the ability to be invisible or have x-ray vision?

A: I have no desire to see inside peoples clothes (well, most people at least J), so I would say be invisible.

Q: If you had to give up one of your five senses, what would it be? (common sense does not count here)

A: Smell.

Q: What ‘s a typical day like?

A: Wake up at 4- Turn on the coffee pot while I do the peepee dance ( I really should invest in one of those that turns on automatically)-after the bladder is happy, I pour coffee, and go to my space- Answer emails- write- Facebook stalk-get one kid ready for school-kiss hubs goodbye-get kid to bus- wake other kids up- get dressed- eat-get to the gym- drag kicking screaming boys to childwatch at the gym-work outish for two hours-go to Starbucks drive thru-go home- feed the kicking, screaming munchkins-do happy dance as I place kicking, screaming monsters in their beds- sit at my computer to write-pray no one calls me or bothers me-fight the urge to bang head on computer desk when nothing comes to my mind (maybe I should bang my head against something more often. It might shake some ideas around)-hear screaming kids-go get them out of their cribs-retrieve daughter from school bus-referee fighting for the rest of the afternoon amongst the three screaming kids until dinner-wonder why the dinner fairy skipped our house yet again-feed said kicking, screaming kids yet again (they sure eat a lot, don’t they?)- smell them, they smell okay so I change their diapers and place them to bed. Too tired to do a happy dance as I fall into bed at 8 p.m.

Q: Do you play any musical instruments?

A: I played clarinet in Junior High. Does that count?

Q: Do you know any foreign languages?

A: Umm… Nay. (Korean for no! except I’m sure I spelled that completely wrong!)

Q: What one item would you grab if the house was on fire? (assume no living beings are  inside)

A: My computer.

 Q: What’s one favorite thing you do by yourself?

A: Eat cookies!

Q: Growing up, what did you want to be?

A: A newscaster

Speed Round:

Favorite food to cook?

Nothing. I hate cooking.


Favorite color?

Light blue


Favorite sport or physical activity?

Spin class


Favorite kind of music?



Favorite song?

I don’t have a favorite song, but I’m loving me some Chris Young right now.


What makes you laugh?

Funny people!


Favorite season?



Can you dance? Sing?

Umm…yeah! I just told you I do happy dances every day!!

No, I really can’t, unless I have a few tequila shots, then I’ve got moves, and my voice starts hitting notes better than Carrie Underwood. Ha!


Which do you prefer for a second home? Mountain cabin, beach house or big city condo?

Beach House

Parting thoughts:

What three items would you take if you knew you were going to be stranded on a tropical island for a year? (enough suntan lotion is a freebie)

Does this island have Internet access? And power?

No? Okay, well then,

My glasses

Pen (can I take more than one?)



RJS: Good choices. What is one quote you love, that keeps you going in life?

“Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.” It was all I could think of, but it’s kinda true, ya know?

RJS: One thing few people know about you (that you are willing to share of course)

EB: I hated reading as a child and into my late teens. I never read for fun until I was 19 or 20. And never, once in my life, did I ever think I would be a writer until I was 24 or 25 when I took it up as a hobby. Now I’m 30 and have 5 contracts. Go figure.

RJS: Do you believe in love at first sight, Erin?

EB: Umm… Kinda. I mean, maybe not love, but I do believe chemistry exists at first glance. Something was completely different when I stared at my husband versus other men. Maybe it was an Angel guiding me. I do believe in Angels!

RJS: Yes, I am positive there are angels among us too. I bet they get tired running around, trying to keep up with some of us. Did you bring an excerpt to share today?

EB: Sure did, check this out:

“Is there anything I can help you with?” A deep voice asked from behind her.

“No, I think we have it.” She hopped down from the pen. Glacier blue eyes locked with hers. She would know his eyes anywhere. Her heart quickened just as it did the first time she’d ever laid her gaze upon him, and a tingling sensation shot through her.

Dallas looked older than she remembered, broader, gruffer, but still sexy.

Tucker, you have Tucker.

Where was he, anyway? In her haste to get ready, she’d forgotten to call him.

“Dallas? Yeah, we can use a hand.” Chevy still fumbled with the lock. “Can you come over here and help me with Knuckle Head? Dr. Bailey wants him to walk around so she can get a closer look.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary–”

“I would love to help. That’s why I’m here.” Dallas jogged to the front of the bull and grabbed the lead rope with his left hand. A plastered cast circled his right wrist and rose halfway up his forearm.

She turned to Spencer and furrowed her brow.

Spencer stared back at her and displayed her pageant winning 2005 Miss Frisbee smile, her thumb up in the air. Some friend she was.

Dallas and Chevy led the bull out of the pen while she observed the bull’s gait.

“Let’s get him over by a water hose. I want to get a closer look at his foot.” She pointed toward a washing station and followed behind the men as they led the bull, sure to steer clear of Knuckle Head’s hind legs in the event he wanted to kick her.

From her position, she had a clear view of Dallas’s backside. Everything appeared to be as tight as she remembered, which did nothing to settle those distracting tingling sensations.



Focus indeed. How can she with all that to check out instead? Getting kicked by the bull seems like the least of her worries. Finally, before we say good bye, where can we find you socially?


Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ErinBevan

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6927178.Erin_Bevan


Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes, dreaming of the day when something better would come her way, and it did in the form of a five foot six, one hundred and fifty pound engineer.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.

She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance. And the laundry? Well, it’s best not to open the washroom door!







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I am glad to introduce Erin Bevin, here to talk about her Wild Rose Press release, “Text Me: A Candy Hearts Romance”.

RJS: Erin, welcome. I have read the ARC of Text Me, and thought it was a witty and emotional story, both well written and fun to read. I loved the sentence on the cover: “Single Male Searching for Single Female for Valentine’s Date.”  The possibilities for a classified like that can be endless.
EB:  Thank you, Ryan. Kind words and it is a pleasure to be here. This book will be available January 27th. One more week to go…
RJS: Yes, that final countdown. Super Exciting. So, can you tell everyone what Text Me is about?
ER: Absolutely.
When Erika’s ex becomes her boss less than a year after dumping her by
text, she gets desperate to find a date to the corporate Valentine’s dance so
he doesn’t suspect she still has feelings for him. Though not a fan of texting
for the obvious reason, she doesn’t have much choice but to tap the keypad
in order to gain the attention of the only viable candidate from the classified
Grayson made the mistake of listening to his brother a year ago and has
regretted what he did to Erika ever since. But his brother’s next suggestion
just might be his salvation when he takes out an ad for a Valentine’s date…
and Erika answers.
Using a pseudo name and keeping contact to text messages only, Grayson’s
plans to make Erika fall back in love with him appears to be working…until
the date of the dance draws near, and she pushes a meeting—face to face

RJS: And what a meeting that turns out to be. I was really surprised. Very clever. I won’t say any more so I won’t spoil it. Erin, can you share a small tidbit?

EB: Here is one I like:

Valentine’s Day.
     She sank deeper into the couch. What was she going to do? She couldn’t
show up alone to the company dance. Not with the chance of Grayson being
there. No way.
    “Maybe go to another speed dating session?” She grabbed a tissue off the
coffee table and wiped the excess slime from her fingers.
    “My hairdresser’s single. You want me to ask him?”
    “Your hairdresser’s gay. I don’t think he’d be interested in me.”
    “Really?” Megan gave her a funny stare.
    “Really.” Erika snorted. “Have you not seen the picture of him and his ex-
partner at his station?”
    “That was his partner?” Her friend’s mouth gapped open. “I thought it was
his brother.”
    She shook her head. Her friend was one of the smartest people she knew, but common sense eluded the girl.
    Megan popped more hearts in her mouth. “That explains so much now,” she mumbled around the candy. “No wonder my hair always looks good.”
    “Yes, it does.” Erika sipped her wine.
    Her friend swallowed. “Well, I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know any single guys. If I did, I’d try to date them myself.”
    “That’s okay.” She sighed and slumped back onto the sofa.
    “Is Grayson single?”
    “I don’t know. Why are you asking?” She narrowed her gaze. “You want to date him?”
“No.” Her friend said “no” as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I’m thinking about you. You wouldn’t go back out with Grayson again, would you? Please say no.” Megan’s shoulders sagged.
    Go back out with Grayson. She never thought she’d be given another chance. Would she go back out with him after the way he treated her? Of course not. She deserved better, despite how wonderful he had been. “I don’t think so. He really hurt me. I can’t give him that privilege again.”
    “Good for you.” Her roommate perked up and patted her on the back. “Stay strong. You’ll find someone.”
    “You’re right. I’m going to have a date for that corporate Valentine’s dance, even if I have to search the classifieds.”
    “Surely, it won’t come to that.” Megan held up her glass for a toast.
    Erika clinked hers with her friend’s. “Yeah, surely.”
    Her roommate sat her glass down on the table and reached for more hearts. “Here, give me one of those.”
    “I love reading the little sayings.”
   Megan passed her a heart and tossed her dark hair behind her shoulder. “What’s yours say?”
    She flipped over the candy to see the phrase. Bright pink letters stared back at her. Oh, you can’t be serious. “‘Text me’. Seriously?”
    Megan burst out laughing.
    “You would find that funny.” Erika popped the heart in her mouth and obliterated the little saying she had grown to hate so much.
RJS: Yes, I recall that scene between Erika and her roommate, Megan. As we wrap this visit up, can you share a bit about yourself?
EB: Sure, here is my bio:

Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes, dreaming of the day when something better would come her way, and it did in the form of a five foot six, one hundred and fifty pound engineer.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time.

She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance. And the laundry? Well, it’s best not to open the washroom door!


“TEXT ME” will be available January 27th!

Twitter @ErinBevan
Buy Link: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?
 RJS: Erin, thank you for stopping by and sharing Text Me. Best wishes for a successful release and Happy Valentine’s Day. Now, shall we split a bag of candy hearts?

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“Single male searching for single female for Valentine’s date.

Would you answer a classified ad like that? Ericka Lyons did in “Text Me: A Candy Hearts Romance” by Erin Bevan.

After Grayson Turner dumped her via text a year prior, Ericka has avoided any chance at heartbreak again. And now Grayson’s back–as her boss–and she finds herself in a pickle. So she places an ad looking for a one-night date for the corporate Valentine’s party.

Guess who answers it? The very same single male searching for a single female. And just guess who that might be…

Fun. This story reads at a fun pace, with quirky secondary characters—Ericka’s co-workers and roommate and Grayson’s brother. Even the impromptu boyfriend Ericka finds is something else.

While you hope Ericka and Grayson can work it out and get back together, you wonder right up to the end how on earth they can manage to pull it off. And what about the other boyfriend?

Up for pre-order now, available January 27th, (just in time for a great Valentine’s read):



I am glad to say I will have the additional pleasure to have Erin here on my blog January 20th, to share more about her fantastic and funny story, “Text Me”.

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I am pleased to introduce a new author with the Soul Mate family. Today she is here to talk about her novel, “The Ranch Hand‘,  available with Wild Rose Press.




Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive, until his boss and uncle informs him one of the new cowboys coming in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the cowboy turns out to be a cowgirl—a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn’t work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness toward her grows.

Bobby Jo’s Texas upbringing taught her to give just as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in this Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?


Erin, that sounds great. What inspired you to write this story?  I received an email for a chance to enter a short story for a Cowboy Anthology for women. I quickly wrote a story, but it was rejected. I decided since I had spent some time on this story, I might as well mold it and make it what I wanted it to be, so that’s what I did. I deleted several scenes and made the ones I had deeper point of view and added new scenes. The Ranch Hand is much better now because it got rejected the first time.

That  makes sense. Most of us do that at least once. So that leads me to, what is your general writing style? My writing style? I’m not really sure. I think it’s still changing. I love first person point of view, and eventually I’ll write something in first person, but my main goal is to write like I’m talking to you. I’m not sure if my stories come across that way yet, but I hope that eventually they will. I’m still learning!

We’ve all heard it said It Takes Time and Practice to Be the Best Writer We Can Be.  So, in that vein, what is next for you? Next for me is another cowboy story called Wedding Day. I’m currently in the very final stages of editing. Once I finish the final read through and make the appropriate changes, I will send it off for chances at publication. Wedding Day has been a work in progress for two years. I’ll do a major happy dance when it get’s picked up. (notice, I said when and not if. I’m trying to send good vibes out into the world!)

Yes, think positive and send good vibes. It sure can’t hurt. Now, what has surprised you about being a published author? What surprises did I encounter? I don’t know about surprises per say, I’ll just say that it was hard for me to hon in on these characters. Why? I can’t really tell you. I think it’s because this was my first piece to be edited by a real editor. She asked me questions about the characters and what they were thinking and I honestly couldn’t provide answers at the time. She was an awesome editor and she helped me possess the skills to ask the right questions at the right times in my story and future stories. Like I said, I’m still learning!

As we all are I think. So how long did the process take for this particular ‘lesson’ of The Ranch Hand? How long did the process take: From start to finish a year I believe or maybe a little over. That is including the first drafts and the first rejection for the women’s anthology. After I was rejected and made more edits and changes, I wanted to self publish this story. I almost did last October. I had a cover ready and everything, but I thought I’d give traditional publishing another shot first. I’m so glad I did. The Ranch Hand is so much better for it. Cover, too!
Yes, that cover is interesting. It makes a person stop and wonder. Can you share a bit of what’s between the covers?



His throat tightened as he gave her a quick once
over. Long golden strands covered her shoulders, and her eyes were blue like a clear Montana sky. Her smile penetrated his chest like the stilettos on her heels, and the curve of her hips made his pants constrict.

“Yes, ma’am, can I help you?” he drawled.

“Are you Jason Haverty?” the beauty asked in a
Southern twang.

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She turned. “Mike, over
here. I found him,” she hollered as she waved her arm in the air. The fire engine red handbag she held was some high-priced designer brand, Couch or Nada, something like that, and her luggage had the letters LV all over it.

Maybe those were her initials.

He stood just as a young guy wearing a navy blue T-shirt and skin-tight jeans made his way over to them. This kid was long and lean, had celery stalks for legs, and a zit on the tip of his nose. Hell, she was probably the kid’s girlfriend, which meant she was young, too.

Too young for him.

A damn shame.

“Hey, man, nice to meet you. I’m Mike.” The boy
tipped his hat and held out a calloused hand. Jason shook it.

“Umm…I was told there were only two guys: Mike and Bobby. There wasn’t any mention of bringing a girlfriend.”

Pimples and the beauty both looked at each other and laughed. He didn’t see what was so damn funny.

The girl shifted her black coat to her left arm. “I’m Bobby. Bobby Jo Turner.” She extended her hand.


The Ranch Hand has all the ingredients of a great read. There are horses and a ranch, a disgruntled handsome cowboy, a protective brother and a beautiful tomboy named Bobby Jo plus a dangerous accident on the trail. The mixture promises to be exciting all the way.

Erin Beven bio pic

LINKS to Connect with Erin:



Twitter: @ErinBevan

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ebev85

email: erinbevanwrites@gmail.com


Erin, thank you so much for stopping in today and bringing ‘The Ranch Hand’. It sounds like an absolutely wonderful and fun read. Best wishes.

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