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It’s always just a little bit weird to hear someone else read my work aloud. Having lived with the voices of the characters in my head, sometimes for years, it’s like hearing familiar music but in a very different key.
So it’s a real relief when a narrator matches my sense of timing, hits the right notes on the humor, and adapts to the story tone to match my words. Ann Shanks Etter has done all that for the brand new release of the audiobook of Cowboys and Kisses. It’s now exclusively at Audible. Early in the new year it will make its way to the other retailers and into library catalogs.
Reminder – if you want a book in audio or ebook format through your local library, try asking! Services like Libby and Hoopla may have the title but your library might not know that LGBTQ patrons want access.
Cowboys and Kisses is a frontier romance where two women, separated by the bordello and the church, find a way to each other.
Run time: 4 hours and 30 minutes
A one-way stage ticket to the frontier leaves a young woman penniless and alone in Long Grass, Wyoming. With no other hope than to survive another day, she takes up the only profession open to her. Years later she encounters the cowboy she can love, and her first taste of pleasure - and happiness.
Cowboys, however, are born to wander, and their kisses are as brief as the lives of young women without family or means. Accepting that her days will be numbered too few, Darlin' escapes into her scribblings where her dreams of freedom can soar over the limitless prairie.
When she recognizes her own truth and a chance for love in the longing gaze of a townswoman, will she finally find kisses she can trust?
Two determined women in a hostile world save themselves — and each other — in a lyric, sensual love story as only Karin Kallmaker can tell.
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AUDIO SAMPLE BEGINS . . .
It was supper and I should have gone down to partake. I was hungry but didn’t feel it.
Jinny had escaped, I reminded myself. I watched Greta’s chest struggle to rise for every breath and didn’t want to acknowledge the truth: for every Jinny there were a hundred Gretas in this house. In other towns, there were more Gretas, Millas, and Darlin’s.
Cherry’s authoritative rap on the door brought me out of grim, dark thoughts.
“Leave her. You can’t help.” Once again, Cherry stayed outside in the hall.
“I think she’s dying. She shouldn’t be alone.”
“You can’t change it. She’ll survive or she won’t.”
Cherry was much older than I was, true, but I felt as if I’d learned something she had not. “Either way, how these hours pass matter.”
“You sound like the preacher’s been at you.” Cherry frowned and I could see her adding up the money Greta had cost, wasn’t making tonight and what it appeared I would not make tonight either. “His way is of no use to you.”
“No preacher could understand what I mean. Or what she’s going through.”
Her expression softened only slightly. “That is a true thing you’ve said. But it don’t change the fact that you need to get downstairs.”
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