Honky Tonk #1 June 2010 On Sale: June 1, 2010 Featuring: Jarod McElroy; Daisy O’Dell 384 pages ISBN: 1402239262 EAN: 9781402239267 Mass Market Paperback $6.99 Add to Wish List Romance Contemporary Buy at Amazon.com I Love This Bar by Carolyn Brown Funny, sexy, and sure to appeal to the huge audience of country music fans, this new trilogy features the Honky Tonk beer joint and its succession of lovelorn owners. Serving two counties, one wet and one dry, the Honky Tonk is the gathering place for every hothead, thirsty rancher, and lusty lady looking for a good time. Owner Daisy O’Dell vows she’ll run the place until they drag her cold dead body through the swinging doors. That is, until the day Jarod McElroy walks in, looking for a cold drink and a moment’s peace from his ornery Uncle Emmitt. The minute Jarod sees Daisy, with her hot looks and smart mouth; he knows he’s met not only his own match, but Uncle Emmitt’s as well. Now, if only he can convince her to come out from behind that bar and come on home with him… Excerpt All the air escaped Daisy’s lungs in a whoosh when the cowboy collapsed…

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When I told my mother I was going to write books when I grew up, I didn’t think of sitting at a desk. I never once thought of holding a pen, using a computer, agonizing over plots, and wondering about characters. Hey, I was to be excused. I was five years old at the time. All I knew was that I was going to create books. I often carried around a book like a prop — I was particularly fond of Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk because it was blue and dusty and heavy. How I was going to produce these books was a mystery. I just knew I was. I was so certain of it that I often sat on the front steps with my book on my lap, announcing to anyone who walked by that I was going to be a writer. Until, of course, my mother would find me, scoop me up and say: “Karen, what am I going to do with you?” She sent me off to more productive pursuits like sand painting or dolls. Today, I write books, but the how of it still escapes me. Writing seems to be a cross between perseverance and…