Snippet Saturday – Falling in love…with foals

The Arabian stallion is magnificent, and the mare quite glamorous, but the airy-fairy foal is so delicate and fawn-like, he steals your heart away!

– Gladys Brown Edwards, “Know the Arabian Horse”

Fiction met reality this week.  Back in 2013, when I was writing Slow Ride Home, I had to name Ben’s father’s horse. Ben and his brothers, who had just lost their father, saw Ed’s mare as a living extension of their father, and were as protective of her as their father was, so I knew I had to choose a special name.  I chose the name Miree. Because Miree was a special mare to my very good friend Becky — Becky, as you may remember from a past Pay It Forward Friday is the lady who convinced me to take my writing seriously and get it out into the publishing world. Who was my first critique partner. Becky breeds and raises Arabian horses, and Miree was a horse that was born back in 2005, long before I was published.  Technically Miree is a nickname — her full name is Mireyenion TOS. (Like me, Becky is a huge Lord of the Rings Fan — Mireyenion is Quenya (elven)  (like Marion, but mi like mirror. – Mirion-on) and translates as JEWEL OF THE AGES.

Miree, 5 days old, with her owner/breeder Becky Stanfield Burkheart of The Original Series.

Miree at just 5 days old — Becky’s a bit older 😉 Miree and friends, 2007,

Miree at two (she’s the lighter colored one –more about her coloring here.)

Miree, 2009, The Original Series,

Miree at four years old

This week, the real Miree had her first foal, mimicking the fictional Miree of my story.

Mirees foal

(All the above photos are property of Becky Stanfield Burkheart of TOS)

It’s a little colt (boy), about whom Becky says “he’s already showing tons of attitude and temper. He’ll be one you can cross the mountains with once you get on his good side.”

So while I claim no precognition to Miree’s pregnancy, nor for having any part in this little guy’s birth, I will always hold a special fondness for him, whatever his name ends up to be.  (Which I suspect may end up being featured in Wrangling the Past.)

 The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse’s ears. -Arabian proverb



Copyright © 2013 by Leah Braemel

He cupped her jaw, the fierceness in his expression holding caught in his gaze. “Be strong. Don’t let anyone stop you from being who or what you want. Even me.”

Slow Ride Home, Book 1 of The Grady Legacy by Leah Braemel

Her breath hitched at his passionate reminder. It had been a long time since any one had believed in her like that. Fifteen years to be precise. Unable to deal with the emotions swirling inside her, she took his hand and dragged him down the path.

At the next pasture, three mares, one heavily pregnant, stopped their grazing to raise their heads and watch them pass. After ordering the dogs to sit beside Allie, Ben diverted from their path to call to one of them. “Hey, Miree, how you doin’, momma?”

The pregnant mare flicked her ears and wandered toward him. Allie never saw Ben reach into his pocket but he suddenly had a carrot stick in his hand.

“That’s my girl.” Once Miree had taken the treat, he lovingly stroked her neck.
Allie climbed onto the wooden fence and perched on the top rung. “I used to dream of them, you know.”

“Of who?”

“Of the horses. Especially the foals, with their big eyes and the way they look at you as if they can see right into your soul.” Rather like the way Ben’s had just seen into her subconscious.

“I used to think the same of you.” Ben’s voice turned husky. He stood behind her, resting his hands lightly on her waist. “I still do.”

“Don’t.” Don’t tempt me to want a relationship with you again unless you’re dead serious. And the idea that she wanted to be in another committed relationship scared the living daylights out of her.

“Don’t what? Don’t tell you I loved you?” His thumbs slipped beneath her top and stroked her waist. “Don’t tell you I was planning on going into Dallas that weekend to buy you a ring? Or that I was fixin’ to propose to you?”

Her throat ached to hear his admission, and her knees weakened. Needing distance, she jumped down and stepped away. “Please. Just don’t. I can’t…I can’t deal with this right now.”

He cupped the back of her head until she tilted it to look at him. An intensity that startled her filled his eyes. “I would never hurt you, Allie. Not then, not now.”

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“An Arabian,” said Joseph to Anna, “can be your best friend. He will not desert you when you need him. He will come to your call and be the wings that take you where you need to go.” ~ Dead Heat, Patricia Briggs

A special (though belated) Slow Ride Home treat

Slow Ride Home is on sale for 99 cents. 

But only until Saturday.

Then it goes back up to its regular price. (Which frankly is still a steal — under $3 for a full length almost 100,000 word book? You’re getting your money’s worth.)

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My street team leader reminded me last week that I’d written a very short story of how Ben was planning on treating Allie on Valentine’s Day — and I had intended to put this up for Saturday’s post and…well, life interfered and I’d even forgotten I’d set up a post last month to autopost on Saturday…so mea culpa to Tabatha, I’m sorry I screwed up.  So here is the graphic she made me … to prove that Ben’s a guy you want to date, and they get their happy-ever-after…  But no, this scene is not in the book, it’s a belated Valentine’s day present to my readers.


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Snippet Saturday – Cute Country Critters

My street team leader Tabatha knew I was having a stressful day the other day, so she linked me to a video that she thought would make me laugh. In SLOW RIDE HOME, Allie and Ben meet on the porch of Ben’s house, and Allie’s clothes end up staying there while they head inside…later when Allie remembers where she’s left them … well, I’ll let the scene tell you why this video made me chuckle…



Copyright © 2013 Leah Braemel

Ben rolled onto his side and reached up to untie her wrists. Once she was free, he lowered her arms and massaged the tender skin to encourage the circulation to return. “You all right, darling?”

“Slow Ride Home is one of those rare romance books that while you get romance and hot and oh so steamy sex, you get a complete story that keeps you hooked from beginning to end.” ~Slick Reads, Guilty Pleasures Reviews

“Mmm,” was the most she could manage. Her eyes had closed, the lids as heavy as if someone had taped them shut. The bed dipped and moved, and footsteps padded across the bare floor, then running water. Moments later, Ben returned and lay beside her.

Maybe he sensed she couldn’t move, because he half lifted her onto her side and snuggled her, spooning her.

As tired as she was, her brain whirled at what they’d just done, at the love and tenderness he’d shown her. At the wild side he’d brought out in her. She rubbed the rough spot on her wrist left by the rope. All those years of playing the good girl first for her father, and then for Lewis, had made her wonder if she’d ever let herself find such passion again. She’d been lost for a while and now she was starting to find herself again, accept who she was, what she wanted. All because of Ben.

“Shh, you’re thinkin’ too hard again,” he whispered, cuddling her closer.

Slow Ride Home, Book 1 of The Grady Legacy

He was right. She relaxed into his arms and let her mind drift. The light outside had faded when she finally opened her eyes, and the crickets’ song filled the silence. Well, them and the sound of Ben’s stomach growling.

“I need food.” His voice rumbled against her chest. “I can fire up the barbeque. Cook a steak?”

“You barbeque, and I’ll whip up a salad.”


After a lazy stretch, Allie plumped the pillows, enjoying watching Ben searching through his dresser, especially the way the moonlight highlighted his shoulders in its silvery light. Not to mention what it did to highlight his taut ass. He pulled out a fresh pair of briefs before wandering into the bathroom.

He emerged wearing the briefs, nothing else. Oh man, he’d just given her how many orgasms and just looking at him could still make her girly parts tingly?

“Can I borrow a T-shirt and some shorts or sweat pants? My clothes—well, your clothes—are still out on the porch.”

“Better go get ‘em. If they aren’t filled with spiders by the morning, there’s an armadillo who wanders up on the porch every night who might decide to burrow in them.”

“It’s a screened porch. How can an armadillo get in if the door is closed?” He had to be teasing. Didn’t he?

With no trace of amusement in his expression, Ben shrugged. “I have no idea, but he has some secret entrance I haven’t been able to find. Trust me. You leave your clothes out there and he’ll make a nest. Just ask Jake about the time he passed out on the porch a few years back.”



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Now I’m not recommending armadillos as a pet — apparently there are all sorts of disease issues, but these videos made me laugh…

Here’s an armadillo playing with a toy…

Do you think Allie would mind these guys playing in her clothes?