Tear Jerkers

I'd wager that 99.9% of regular readers have at least one tear jerker hidden in their past. I'd be very surprised if I was wrong. By tear jerker I mean the book or story that moves us so deeply or profoundly that we are literally moved to tears. Yes, I'm including men in on this only I don't expect they actually turned on the waterworks, more like got a bit tight chested and had to clear their throat a bit. I know a fellow who after reading a portion of a story about a the death of a man's children had to put the book down and go stand and watch his own children for a bit, before he could come back to the book. That story for him was a tear jerker.

I've run across four books that have literally moved me to tears. As in eyes leaking and can't make them stop, the feeling sticking with me for a while after I've walked away from the book. There are spoilers in these descriptions, but I'm pretty sure most folks who are going to have read these books.

The Outsiders by SE Hinton moved me to tears when I was 13. No, it wasn't the death of sweet, timid little Johnny Cade that had me sniffling and whiping away tears, it was the death of Dallas Winston, the bad boy. Dally's death was senseless and heart breaking because it was in a great way self inflicted. He knew his gun wasn't loaded but he pointed it at the police officers anyway. It seemed to me as if the boy who cared about nothing completely lost his hope when Johnny died. It was that painful emptiness that it seemed over took him that had me weeping.

Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks really ticked me off. I'd gone over twenty years without being broadsided by a story the way this one hit me. Again, the death of his hero seemed completely and utterly pointless. To take a man, wound him terribly, allow him to heal and begin to see hope for the future and then kill him off. What was the point? I was ready to lead a campaign to take Sparks' typwriter away and smash it. I've never picked up another of his books or seen a movie based on one and I can't forsee a time when I will.

Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey had an ending that we all knew was coming. Her protagonist Vanyel Ashkevron was certain of his eventual fate from the first book in the trilogy that was sadly called the Last Herald Mage. And guess who the last Herald Mage was? Vanyel's story led me to tears for a reason different than those above. Vanyel's fate had been foreshadowed and prophesized most especially to him and therefore the reader. The part of the story that moved me to tears was the fact that after being robbed of the only person who had ever seemeed to truly love and accept him midway through the first book, he finally finds someone to warm his heart. He finds Stephan who fights for him, for who he really is. Yet Stephan is a very young man and ends up spending decades alone after Vanyel's death until he finally returns to the sacred forest where Vanyel's spirit waits for him.

The fourth story that moved me to tears was one I picked up last evening and literally could not stop reading until this afternoon.

Silverhills by Sandra Cox

Silverhills is the story of Alexandria O’Malley, a hot tempered and spirited young woman who is hiding from her past. And her chosen hiding place is as a young cowhand on a cattle drive led by Silverhills owner Brandon Wade. Wade is impressed by the roping, shooting and riding skills of the boy he’s hired as well as his fearless courage facing down not only the dangers of the trail, but the more seasoned cowboys as well. But when Wade discovers that his young cowpuncher is really a lovely young woman, he finds himself falling fast and falling hard. The story has more than enough action and suspense to keep the reader riveted from beginning to end. Kidnappings, vicious Comancheros who see in the beautiful woman revenge against Wade, not to mention the source of a hefty price on the slave block, and a host of villains determined to destroy any chance of happiness for the two even faster than their own tempers.

Silverhills is a Western. No duh right? I’m not a fan of the genre but this one won me over completely and Sandra Cox did it by creating a host of characters that slid into my brain and into my heart quickly. As much as I liked Alexandria and the incredible supporting cast of women, it was the men who stole the show here for this reviewer.

The wicked Comanchero leader Lavarah who is an evil piece of work but turns out to have a tiny piece of redemption inside of him was intriguing. Like Alexandria I found myself respecting him for being absolutely honest about his villainy. Jeff Wade, the hero’s younger brother was charming and delightful. You couldn’t help but adore him. And that brings me to Brandon Wade our hero. Cox has created a man who is not only yummy, as all good romance heroes should be, but who has a depth that reaches out to the reader. He’s one of those heroes who will stay in your mind and thoughts long after you’ve finished the story.

The only thing I would caution readers about is that you need to pause and round up the tissues when you reach the epilogue. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a tragedy. It definitely serves up the prerequisite happy ever after. But just trust me on this and have those tissues handy.

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Blog Sharing with Sandra Cox

Today my blog isn't about me or my writing. (Thank goodness because after the first day back with the kids at school I may just have to crawl in a hole and sleep for 12 hours.)

So Cerridwen Press writer Sandra Cox, known for her wonderful previous releases Boji Stones and The Crystal, will be favoring us with a blurb and excerpt from her Cerridwen release Silverhills. Thank you so much, Sandra.




Silver Hills
By Sandra Cox
Available here.

Set in the 1870’s, Silverhills is the epic saga of tough, handsome Brandon Wade and lovely tempestuous Alexandria O’Malley.

Brandon is driving a herd of longhorns over the Chisholm Trail when a youth appears out of nowhere riding a magnificent black stallion and packing a deadly-looking six gun. In need of trail hands, Brandon hires the young man on. Not till weeks later during the middle of a terrible stampede does Brandon learn that his young sharp shooter is a beautiful woman. A woman, full of fire and passion, that he burns to possess. A woman steeped in mystery who refuses to disclose her past.

Alexandria is on the run and must be able to disappear at a moments notice. When she hires on to the cattle drive, she doesn’t expect the powerful attraction between herself and her trail boss or the response of her treacherous body. Will love and desire cost Alexandria her life. . .or save it?

Excerpt:

Brandon squatted down in front of her, the brown blanket partially covering his arms and exposing his hard chest and flat stomach. “And now, Alex O’Malley, I think its time we had a little talk.”

Alexandria gave him an uneasy look.

He stared at her, his eyes hard and searching. “Who the hell are you?”

“What kind of fool question is that?” Alexandria scoffed trying to brazen it out.

“If you have any sense at all, you won’t push me, O’Malley, not tonight,” he warned quietly.

Her chin came up and she looked him in the eye. “My name is Alex O’Malley.”

Before Alex could react, Brandon reached out and grabbed the front of her poncho and ripped it from top to bottom. The poncho slipped from her shoulders, leaving her bare to the waist, except for her bound breasts. He grabbed a fistful of material, his fingers pressed against her bosom.

She clenched her hand and swung. “Bastard,” Alexandria spat, as she hit him in the jaw.

Brandon barely registered the blow, aware only of the rise and fall of her breasts against his fingers. His grip on the cloth tightened.

“Let go of me,” she groundout, rubbing her aching knuckles.

“Who are you?” His voice was ragged.

Alex spat out, “Alexandria O’Malley.”

He abruptly removed his hand.

Alex grabbed the torn poncho and wrapped it around her.

“How old are you, Alexandria O’Malley?”

“Nineteen.”

Brandon’s face registered relief.

“Why the masquerade and why my trail drive,” he asked in a grim voice.

“If I had realized those four-hoofed horrors were your particular longhorns Mr. Wade,” she snarled, “you can be damn sure I would have kept riding.”

“And the masquerade?” he demanded.

Alexandra glared mutely at him then turned away.

As the silence between them grew, the foreman watched his wrangler. He bit back a grin as the light from the moon revealed the determined jut of her jaw.

Studying her, Brandon wondered yet again how he could have ever mistaken her for a boy. The days in the sun had tinted her skin a warm apricot. Raven-winged brows sat above glittering amber eyes, now hidden by heavily fringed lashes. Her cheekbones were high and stained with color and she smelled of rain.

He removed Alexandria’s soggy hat that she usually wore pulled down on her forehead. Short, auburn curls fell about her face. His gaze moved to Alex’s full mouth and lingered.

“Okay, forget it for now. But make no mistake, O’Malley, someday you will tell me and of your own free will.” He dropped the subject. “We’d better turn in. It’s been a long day. Lay down and I’ll share my blanket with you. You’re chilled to the bone.”

“Not in this lifetime or the next,” Alex said grimly, trying to ignore his bare chest.

Wade’s eyes traveled over her. “You’re perfectly safe with me, O’Malley. To me you are just one of the boys.” And I’m hell bound for lying.


So? What are you still doing here? Go on, buy the book. You know you want to. What could be more enticing than rugged cowboys, hot-headed strong-willed heroines and forbidden attraction?