Bawdy Songs for a Sassy Siren:
By Adrienne deWolfe
Schlock. That’s what my high school English teacher called my best attempts at poetry when I was enrolled in his Creative Writing class.
But the joke’s on Mr. Snooty, ‘cause nowadays, I’m a bestselling author, who writes bawdy rhymes for her latest heroine: a wise-cracking, pistol-packing torch-singer, who headlines in Dodge City’s infamous Long Branch Saloon (1879.)
I have to admit, I’m having a ball writing schlock. (So go suck a lemon, Mr. Snooty.)
I’m not exactly sure where the inspiration for Sadie Michelson’s songs came from in my new novella. SHADY LADY is featured in PISTOLS AND PETTICOATS, an Historical Western Romance Anthology that includes works by two other bestselling authors: Barbara Ankrum and Sharon Ihle.
For decades, I’ve been terrified to write anything even remotely like poetry for public consumption, thanks to a certain harrowing writing class.
To make matters worse, I get knee-knocking scared whenever I have to sing. In another of my high-school era tragedies, I stood in an auditorium, packed with students and parents, and forgot the lyrics to my Christmas solo.
(Did I mention I HATED high school?)
Needless to say, Sadie is nothing like me. A red-headed siren with a rapid-fire wit, my lusty heroine isn’t intimidated by corrupt lawmen, drunken hecklers, raunchy gamblers, or sniveling high school teachers.
“Then came a Texas cowboy,
A downright orn’ry guy.
Bulgin’ at the chaps, he was,
Sadie sings the previous verse about her hot-headed, gun-slinging lover, whom rival bawds have nicknamed the Rebel Rutter. (I’ll leave the reason to your imagination.) William “Cass” Cassidy also sings bawdy songs, as you’ll see in the excerpted scene, below.
But not all of my lyrics are bawdy. (Darn, huh?) I penned two ballads and a love song, called Destiny, for Sadie to sing when she and Cass return in my upcoming Historical Western Romance, DEVIL IN TEXAS (Book 4, Velvet Lies, Summer 2014.) Here’s a sneak preview of Destiny:
Suns may rise, stars may fail.
Worlds collide; love prevails.
Through all time, you and me,
Heart to heart, destiny.
So now you’re probably wondering: Did I ever muster the courage to sing solos again? Yes, I did! Years and years later (in another state, under another name,) I appeared in a variety show. Nobody booed. (And I’m pretty sure none of them were comatose!)
SHADY LADY, a Novella
By Adrienne deWolfe
from the Anthology
“Cass, I’m busy. Can’t you see I’m writing a song?”
He recalled that Sadie turned into a fire-breathing dragon if someone dared to interrupt her creative frenzies. He cocked his head, plotting his strategy to whisk her off to the river.
His ornery lover was sitting with her spine propped up by pillows against the headboard of her unmade bed. Her glorious red-gold curls tumbled in every conceivable direction over the sagging, ebony lace of her night wrapper. A sea of yellowed papers surrounded her exquisitely long legs, bared up to the thighs. Those papers had lots of black lines, little bitty symbols, and tea-cup stains.
In fact, the whole room smelled like mint and rosehips, Sadie’s favorite brew. The teapot – and a pair of greasy, sunny-side-up eggs – sat forgotten where she’d left them: on a chipped china platter atop the traveling trunk at the foot of her bed.
“The sun is shining!” he cajoled.
“Yes, well, it’s daylight, isn’t it?” she retorted absently, her bare toes wiggling to some inner rhythm as she scribbled a few more symbols on the paper in her lap.
She’d barely glanced his way. He steeled himself against a flare of temper. He was Coyote Cass, after all. He could charm the rattle off of rattlers.
Strolling to the side of the bed, he was careful to keep his expression enthusiastic rather than provocative. There would be plenty of time for romping in the daisies and buttercups, where he planned to spread a blanket, pop a bottle of champagne, and practice all the creative ways that Sadie had taught him how to use whipped cream and berries. Maybe even honey.
“What’s that chubby, black dot with the flagpole rising out of it?” he asked, knowing full well that it was a musical symbol.
“What kind of music?” he persisted, undaunted by her growl.
She blew a curl off her forehead. “The usual kind.”
“A love ballad?”
Her stylus paused as those tawny Tiger eyes glared up at him. He just loved when Sadie glared. He didn’t mind arguing with the hellcat one bit. Not when her make-up sex was so divine.
“When have you ever heard me sing about love?” she snapped.
“Maybe it’s time.”
She muttered something under her breath that sounded like, “Dreamer.”
Smirking, he thought fast. The only person in the world who thrived on competition more than he did was Sadie. Calling upon a credible baritone – one that she had once described as “lyrical” – he belted out an improvised rhyme:
“With looks that drive the gals insane,
He rides them like a hurricane . . .”
His musical lampoon succeeded. Her lips twitched. Her stylus actually lowered.
“Not bad,” she conceded grudgingly. “Where did you hear that? From Wilma’s piano player?”
“Hell, no. I made it up.”
“You did not.”
“I did too!”
She hiked a challenging eyebrow. “Right here? On the spot?”
“Damn straight! Wanna hear another?”
Hooking his thumbs over his gun belt, he swaggered around the room, acting adorable.
“He rides like greased lightning atop his black steed,
The handsome young Ranger, renowned for good deeds,
To rescue the damsel, alone in her bed
From cold eggs and boredom and songs in her head.
Away to the river, he carries the lass
To woo her and feed her and kiss her bare . . . ”
“Cass!” she shrieked, her laughter ringing through the room in merry peals.
He chuckled, enjoying her earthy humor. “I reckon Cass rhymes, too.”
“You are a pest. And pests should be spanked.”
“Never argue with a lady. That’s my motto.”
“Is it, now?” She tossed aside her stylus and swung her naked feet to the floor. “Since when?”
“Since I was… uh… ” He gulped. “Sun-up?”
He’d lost the use of his brain the moment she’d started shrugging off that scanty black waterfall of lace. Nothing but freckles adorned her alabaster flesh now.
“Maybe you’ve confused me with someone else, lover,” she drawled.
She was prowling closer, all sizzle and sin. By the time she halted before him, his loins were hot, and his mouth was watering. Those wicked, feline eyes laughed up at him.
“Do I look like a damsel in distress to you?”
“Uh… ” Trick question, some lucid part of his brain warned. “You look like my heaven,” he rallied gamely.
“Aw. Isn’t that sweet?” A dimple flirted with her cherry-red lips. “Who taught you how to lie so prettily? That Injun half-breed?”
“Lynx doesn’t like to be called -—”
“I’m more interested in what I like,” she purred. “And what I like is naked cowboys . . . ”
From bestselling authors Barbara Ankrum, Adrienne deWolfe and Sharon Ihle come three fresh novellas, featuring three firebrand ladies, each determined to make her mark while making her match. ETHAN’S BRIDE – 27,000 word sequel to CHASE THE FIRE (Wild Western Hearts, Book 4) Violet Bradford desperately wants a child. Believing herself barren, she answers Dr. Ethan Walker’s advertisement for a mail-order bride in Colorado, knowing he only wants one thing: a mother for his young daughter. Surely the joys of motherhood can compensate for a loveless marriage. But Ethan’s broken heart won’t stop tugging at hers. And Ethan soon realizes he must risk his heart again or risk losing it all. SHADY LADY – 26,000 word prequel to DEVIL IN TEXAS (Velvet Lies, Book 4) Fiery singing sensation, Sadie Michelson, thinks falling in love is bad for business—until William “Cass” Cassidy, a hotheaded gunslinger, sets his sights on wooing her. But when a Texas Ranger arrives in Dodge City to extradite Cass for a crime of passion, Sadie must use all her wits and wiles to lure the law from her man’s trail. And that means risking everything—including Cass’s love. BAREBACK BRIDE – 25,000 word sequel to THE BRIDE WORE SPURS (The Inconvenient Bride Series, Book 1) Expert horsewoman, Shannon Winterhawke runs away from home to join the Buffalo Bill Wild West extravaganza. Shannon is hired on the spot, but the show’s head horseman, Seth Edwards, simply sees another flighty gal looking for a cowboy fling before settling down with some unsuspecting fool. But all bets are off as Shannon slowly sneaks into Seth’s heart and lassoes him with his own rope.
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About Adrienne deWolfe
Adrienne is a #1 best-selling author and the recipient of 48 writing accolades, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year Award. When she’s not blogging on her websites, she loves to mentor aspiring authors and offers story critiques. Learn more about Adrienne’s mentorship program for fiction writers at http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com. Follow Adrienne on Twitter at http://Twitter.com/AdriennedeWolfe.