Misty Dawn’s 1987 El Camino sputtered and creaked as she rounded the bend of her rural South Carolina road. As a poor college sophomore at Winslow University, she treasured her car anyway. The quirky and rusty El Camino, which she named Miguel, suited her own odd style just fine.
Genre: NA Contemporary
Word Count: 65,000
Misty Dawn returns home for Christmas break to find that her hippie parents still treat her like a baby. Combine that with her dead-end job at the Burger Barn and her cat who thinks he’s a dog, and Misty Dawn knows she’s cut out for more than her small South Carolina town. Seriously, who has a rodeo clown for a father? Bored, broke and ready for anything, Misty Dawn and her best friend, Violet, vow to beef up their stale social status.
Enter: a glorious, cowboy-studded brochure depicting a Spring Break experience at The Lucky Lasso Ranch in Red Rock, Wyoming. Armed with her life affirming metaphors and her BFF, Misty Dawn trades in her sputtering El Camino for a spunky Palomino and heads west.
It doesn’t take long for the girls to realize that life on the ranch is not as glamorous as the brochure said. Their week at the Lucky Lasso has Misty Dawn and Violet clumsily struggling to learn the tricks of the trade; chow duty, wrangling cattle on horseback, lassoing strays. Lucy and Ethel could have done better. Turns out, ten years in 4-H hasn’t prepared either girl for what life on a real working ranch is like. All they can do is pull up their big cowgirl boots and buckle down next to their guides, two hunky twin cowboys, whose yodeling has set their hearts a-flutter. By the end of the week, the girls are in love, and hankering to take those boys home.
But Misty Dawn, suddenly serious, knows that their two worlds could never combine, could they? When she returns home, however, there is a message from her cowboy, and suddenly her throwback family's rodeo heritage might be just what the cowboy ordered.
MISTY DAWN AND VIOLET is a NA Contemporary/Adventure tale, in the vein of Larissa Reinhart’s Cherry Tucker Series. A light and fun read, it is complete at 65,000 words.
“Come on, Miguel, we’re almost there.” The gas needle sank even lower into the red. “You can do it!” The lemon of a car thrived on having a cheering section.
Misty Dawn and Miguel eased their way through the small suburban town, where every lawn sported a blow up snowman, wreath or other wintertime lawn decor. The Christmas season had arrived, no matter what the thermometer read, which at the moment read a balmy fifty two.
"Well, we made it," she said, coasting into her parent’s driveway on fumes. “Thank God.”
Misty loved every minute of being a college student, but her wallet was about as empty as Miguel’s gas tank, and she had enough dirty laundry with her to fill the Florence Civic Center.
Her mother, having heard the car pull up, came running out the front door, only stopping once, to illuminate the outside lights on the way. "Why, Misty Dawn, so nice to have you home!"
Misty hopped out of the car to greet her with a hug. "Hey Diane. It’s daytime. What’s with the lights?” Misty Dawn, being a college girl and a self-proclaimed woman of the world, insisted on being on a first name basis with her parents.