Western Song by Leigh Podgorski - Book Tour + Giveaway
Western Song
by Leigh Podgorski
Genre:
Contemporary Western Romance
Contemporary Western Romance
Readers' Favorite Book Award Winner Bronze 2018.
Contemporary Western Love Story about a bull riding rancher and his deceased best
buddy's Thai immigrant mail order bride. As she discovers the power
of freedom, he discovers he's lost his heart.
buddy's Thai immigrant mail order bride. As she discovers the power
of freedom, he discovers he's lost his heart.
When Weston Beaudurant’s buddy, rodeo clown Cody Goode is killed in a
rodeo accident -- gored by the maniacal bull Baby Face that Weston is
riding, Weston is consumed with guilt. The day after the accident,
while going through Cod’s papers, lawyer Wynona Vasquez discovers
that he had been secretly engaged to a Thai immigrant who is arriving
by train that evening.
rodeo accident -- gored by the maniacal bull Baby Face that Weston is
riding, Weston is consumed with guilt. The day after the accident,
while going through Cod’s papers, lawyer Wynona Vasquez discovers
that he had been secretly engaged to a Thai immigrant who is arriving
by train that evening.
Elected by unanimous decision to be the welcoming committee, Weston arrives
at the train station prepared for anything but the lovely forlorn
creature he finds waiting in the rain. Though appearing waif-like,
Song Phan-Rang is anything but fragile. Her mettle quickly rises to
the surface in her determination to remain in Y-oh-ming.
at the train station prepared for anything but the lovely forlorn
creature he finds waiting in the rain. Though appearing waif-like,
Song Phan-Rang is anything but fragile. Her mettle quickly rises to
the surface in her determination to remain in Y-oh-ming.
Forced together by their circumstances, Weston and Song are explosive. Used
to solitude, Weston is driven crazy by the obliging Song. But as Song
shows her prowess not only as a housekeeper and cook, but as a rider
and rancher as well, Weston discovers that against his best efforts
(and damned if he'll ever admit it) -- he's falling in love.
to solitude, Weston is driven crazy by the obliging Song. But as Song
shows her prowess not only as a housekeeper and cook, but as a rider
and rancher as well, Weston discovers that against his best efforts
(and damned if he'll ever admit it) -- he's falling in love.
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By the time they bedded the horses at the corral, Song was shivering
uncontrollably. The last half mile walk to the ranch house felt more like ten.
He’d wrapped her in some blankets from the bunk house, but nothing was
penetrating; she was chilled to the bone.
At the Snowy Moon ranch house, Weston helped her inside to the Great
Room, settling her on the long leather couch. He laid a fire, and once lit, its
warmth filled the room. He gathered the throw blankets that were tossed about
the room and towels from the side bathroom.
“We have to get you out of your wet clothes,” he told her. Kneeling
before her, he gently removed the blankets and his sheepskin jacket . She was
still shivering so hard her teeth were chattering.
“I’m okay, Weston.”
“Okay, huh?” He slipped her sweatshirt off over her head. “Maybe okay
for a penguin.” She smiled, though her smile jumped crookedly with the
clattering of her teeth. “That was pretty crazy. What you did.”
“During the war, My Uncle Thieu lost everything in Vietnam. He had to
sell his farm and move away. Thieu, my grandmother Hai Yen. He made some money
on that sale, but did not make what it was worth because the people who bought
his farm knew they could cheat him. When he got to Thailand, everybody had to
work very hard to build everything up again. But especially Hai Yen because
Thieu always told her it was her fault they had to leave.”
Weston took hold of her delicate hands, grasping them between his own
and gently rubbing them to warm them. “Why?”
“My mother was nguoi My con gai,
half white; she was the daughter of Hai Yen and an American soldier.”
“What did that have to do with having to leave?”
“Nothing. It was the war that drove them out. But Thieu used the birth
of my mother to demean and shame my grandmother. He was a very shrewd man.
Because of her shame, my grandmother could not work hard enough for Thieu.”
“Did you work, too?”
“Oh, yes. From the time I was very small. Thieu taught me everything
about farming. This is where I learned, for example, that each thing, every
animal is very, very precious.”
Weston picked up a towel and began drying her hair. “You’re still
shivering.”
“It is nothing. It will stop soon.”
He rose, walked to the bar and
poured some Turkey 101. He brought the glass back and handed it to her. “Remember,
sip slowly.”
She took the glass and sipped. “It is much better the second time.”
“Don’t you go gettin’ too used to that stuff.” He sat back down next
to her. “That soldier…your…grandfather….he was from here.”
“Yes.”
“From Wyoming.”
“Yes.”
“That was the name I saw. Gustafson. Homer Gustafson.”
Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. “I do not know…if he even is
still alive…my grandmother is no longer living….and if he is…if he would have
any desire to see me…”
“You’re trembling. Your clothes are soaked.” He reached for her
flannel shirt to unbutton it, then, stopped himself, realizing what he was
about to do. “I guess you can take care of ...”
Suddenly, he stopped. Her eyes, her enchanting almond-shaped eyes now
glistening with tears held his. His hand rested lightly on the front of her
flannel shirt, lying softly between her small firm rounded breasts. His desire
for her, a desire he had pushed away time and again rose with the power of the
wild horses he trained. “Song…” He whispered her name, his voice ragged with
longing.
She reached for him, her cool
elegant fingers running across his face and up into his dark hair.
He could hold back no longer. He pulled her towards him, kissing her
soft pliant lips, their kiss building, their arms wrapping around each other
until they tumbled backwards onto the sofa.
Song cried out softly and the hunger and the want in her cry fueled
his desire for her to a fevered pitch. He kissed her again, more deeply, as if
he would fill himself with her, as if he would fill all the months of
loneliness, all the months he had gone without her with just one kiss.
He reached for the buttons again, she helping him, as eager as he to
shed what lay between them, both working with a rising urgency until they lay
together on the sofa before the roaring fire encircled in each other’s arms,
finally, in each other’s arms where they would stay the night through as the
wind continued to moan and thrash and the rain and hail continued to drum and
they continued to make love in perfect syncopation with both the storm outside
and the newly awakened storms within them.
Leigh Podgorski’s stage plays have been produced in Los Angeles, New York
City and regionally. She had the privilege of interviewing Dr.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross for her one-act play Windstorm, which was
presented as part of the annual festival CelebrateWomen that Leigh
also co-produced. We Are Still Here, the story of Cahuilla Indian
elder Katherine Siva Saubel, was premiered at the Gene Autry Western
Heritage Museum as part of CelebrateWomen 2000. The play has been
presented throughout Southern California at college campuses,
Universities, and Indian Reservations and Casinos.
City and regionally. She had the privilege of interviewing Dr.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross for her one-act play Windstorm, which was
presented as part of the annual festival CelebrateWomen that Leigh
also co-produced. We Are Still Here, the story of Cahuilla Indian
elder Katherine Siva Saubel, was premiered at the Gene Autry Western
Heritage Museum as part of CelebrateWomen 2000. The play has been
presented throughout Southern California at college campuses,
Universities, and Indian Reservations and Casinos.
In addition to her plays, Leigh has penned several original
award-winning screenplays and several of her monologues have been
published through Meriwether Publishing, Ltd..
award-winning screenplays and several of her monologues have been
published through Meriwether Publishing, Ltd..
Leigh produced her first documentary, We Are Still Here, based on the play
in 2007, which she also wrote and directed. The film has screened at
the. American Indian Film Festival, Sherman Indian Film Festival, Cal
State San Marcos Native American Film Festival, and the Talking Stick
Film Festival.
in 2007, which she also wrote and directed. The film has screened at
the. American Indian Film Festival, Sherman Indian Film Festival, Cal
State San Marcos Native American Film Festival, and the Talking Stick
Film Festival.
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Thank you for the excerpt, it promises a very interesting story. Good luck with your tour
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