#TBT Eve Gaddy Shares an Exclusive New Scene Featuring Jack and Maya!

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Hi, Readers! The Tule gang suggested I write a blog post updating everyone on what Jack and Maya Gallagher from Sing Me Back Home have been up to. I started writing it and well, it was boring.:) So I wrote a little scene. Hope you enjoy it.


“Jack, what in the world are you doing?” Maya asked, walking into her husband’s home office. “What is that and what are you doing with it?” She pointed to a small dog of indeterminate parentage who sat by Jack’s feet looking up at him adoringly.

“He’s a dog. Don’t talk so loudly. I’ve almost gotten Will to sleep.”

“Will is wide awake and you know it.” Their son waved a chubby fist in the air from the comfort of his daddy’s arms. Every time she saw the baby her heart just melted. And she was struck anew by how lucky she and Jack were to have this second chance at love…and babies.

But that had nothing to do with the small critter who had now come over to her, sat and raised his paw. She could have sworn he was grinning. He was black, white and brown and she couldn’t have told what breeds went into his make-up on a bet. At least he was small. Damn it, the last thing they needed was a dog.

“Don’t think you can sucker me,” she told it. “Thank you, Jack, I know it’s a dog. Where did you get it? Did Dylan give it to you?” Her brother-in-law was notorious for rescuing strays and giving them to various friends and family. And since he lived on a ranch, strays always seemed to find him.

“No, Dylan didn’t”–

Before he could expand, Gina and Carmen came into the room, talking a mile a minute and each carrying a bowl. One with what she assumed was dog kibble in it and the other filled with water. They’d probably borrowed the kibble from the next door neighbor. The two girls were fast friends, although sometimes they bickered as if they’d been sisters forever instead of just the couple of years since Jack and Maya had married.

“Are those my new mixing bowls?” Maya asked, momentarily distracted.

“I don’t know. They’re all we could find,” her daughter, Carmen said.

Of course they were. Never mind that there were loads of plastic containers all over the kitchen. Her beautiful, brand-new bowls were clearly suitable for dogs.

“Isn’t he cute, Maya?” Gina asked. “We found him at school. Dad said we could keep him.”

“Oh, he did, did he?” Propping her hands on her hips, she glared at her husband.

“I said we’d talk about it,” Jack said hastily.

“Uh-huh. Who is going to take care of this dog? Because if you think I am, you’re crazy. I have enough on my hands with the agency and the baby. Not to mention two teenagers.”

“His name is Rambo,” Carmen said. “Please let us keep him, Mom. Gina and I will take care of him. Will likes him too.”

“Will is five months old and likes everything except peas. And why in the world is he named Rambo?”

“I got him to eat them last night,” Gina put in. “Will, I mean. Not Rambo.”

“He’s named Rambo because he’s courageous,” Jack said blandly.

I don’t know why I’m arguing when I know I’ll just wind up giving in. She knew who would take care of the dog, too. The girls were in their junior year of high school and their lives were full of sports, school events, their studies, and boys. Not in that order. Jack would try, but his medical practice took up a lot of time and his hours were erratic.

She found herself weakening. He was a cute little dog. And he needed a home, obviously. Three pairs of eyes, four if she counted Will’s, regarded her hopefully.

“All right. We can keep him.” Rambo chose that moment to pee on the potted plant by the window. Maya sighed. “He needs to go out.”

“We’ll take him,” Carmen said.

“And bring some towels when you come back.” She shook her head before turning to her husband. “You are a bad man.”

“But you love me anyway, right?”

“Yes. Madly.” She leaned down and kissed him.

Jack’s phone rang. “It’s Dylan,” he said, and answered. “Dylan, hi, what’s up?”

His expression changed to one of concern. “How bad?” He looked at Maya and shook his head. “On my way.” He got up and handed Will to Maya.

“Is Dylan all right?”

“Yes. At least, I think so. He’s at the hospital with Clay,” he said, referring to Dylan’s right-hand man who’d been with the family for years. “I don’t know what happened. When I asked how bad it was, Dylan said Clay was having emergency surgery. I’ve got to go.”

“Let me know if you need me. I’ll get the girls to stay with Will if I need to leave.”

Jack kissed her goodbye. “Let’s hope it’s not as bad as it sounds. I’ll call you when I know something.”


Eve Gaddy is the national bestselling, award winning author of more than twenty-five novels. A member of Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll for Bestselling authors, her books have won and been nominated for awards from Romantic Times, Golden Quill, Bookseller’s Best, Holt Medallion, Daphne Du Maurier and more. She was nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Innovative Series romance and won the 2008 Romantic Times Career Achievement award for Series Storyteller of the year. Eve’s books have sold over a million copies worldwide and been published in many foreign countries. Eve lives in East Texas with her husband of many years.

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12 Comments

  1. I Love the emotional aspect of the book. It’s real and you fall in love with the main characters. Thanks for the chance.

  2. I always like to read books with animals in them. I have only one dog now named Johnny Diamond. I always give them a first and last name. My cat is Lily Cigar
    I have yet to read your book but is sounds really good.

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