Saturday, September 07, 2013

Pets and their Author: Sarah M Anderson

Desire author Sarah M Anderson explains about her dogs.


The question I often ask myself is, are the dogs mine—or am I theirs?


This is Gater. We got him from a shelter when he was probably 8 months old. He’s part beagle (you should hear him howl) and part terrier-something. We call him a Teagle. He was still a totally crazed puppy when we got him. But now he’s almost 5 and this is his normal posture these days.



“Can I help you?” Yeah, he likes his blankies and his pillows. He’s a dog of comfort now.


Then, when my son turned 7 last year, we went to get another dog. We’d had a wiener dog that had recently gone on to that Great Couch in the Sky and Gater was lonely—plus, my son was still dealing with the whole thing. So we went to get a new dog from the shelter. I still wanted a wiener dog, but my husband said it was too soon. Instead, he requested a Shepard-thing. He’d grown up with German Shepards and wanted one.


And I found this in the shelter:


That’s Fifi. She was almost 1 ½ when we adopted her. She’s a Shepard-thing, all right. Mostly Australian Cattle Shepard, we were told. Which basically means that she looks a lot like a German Shepard, only she’s about ½ the size.  She thinks she’s a lap dog.


“I’m helping Mommy type!”


Fifi had been in the shelter for a long time. She’s high energy and, like many shelter dogs, very needy. She requires constant attention and reminders that you still love her and you’re not going to take her back to the shelter. It’s especially bad if you show attention to Gater. You must love Fifi more. It’s that simple in her eyes.


Which means that, while I’d like my home to look like this:


What it really looks like is this:



and this:



These two mutts are my writing companions. Gater likes to snuggle and Fifi likes to be petted. Somehow, we make that work.




We rescued both of our dogs (and the dog before that, too) when they were around a year old. We give them food, toys, pillows, walks and ear rubs. They occasionally give us fleas. But still, I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world!




In this Bolton Brothers novel, Sarah M. Anderson shows how one single mom at a bachelor auction can bring home the wildest ride of her life! 


Jenny Wawasuck knows that "Wild" Billy Bolton is all wrong for a good girl like her. But then she sees the bond Billy forms with her son—and feels how Billy's touch burns her skin, how his kiss ignites desires she's long ignored. So she brings him home from the charity bachelor auction. 


Now Billy has one night to stake his claim. But in a world filled with blackmailers and gold diggers, can a millionaire bad boy and a sweet single mom turn one chance into forever?


Bringing Home the Bachelor is available! Visit your favorite bookseller, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble.



Bio: Award-winning author Sarah M. Anderson may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west on the Great Plains. With a lifelong love of horses and two history teachers for parents, it wasn’t long before her characters found themselves out in South Dakota among the Lakota Sioux.  She loves to put people from two different worlds into new situations and to see how their backgrounds and cultures take them someplace they never thought they’d go.


When not helping out at school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well-tolerated by her wonderful husband and son.




  1. Awww, so cute! Rescue dogs are the best!!!

    1. Aren't they adorable? That's mostly because you can't smell them on a blog. County yourself lucky! :)

  2. I love the pictures of your dogs doing what dogs do. I have rescue cats around my place.

    How many Bolton Brothers are there?

    1. Hi Kaelee!

      There are 3 Bolton Brothers: Ben Bolton was first in Straddling the Line, Billy is out now in Bringing Home the Bachelor and Bobby Bolton is up next in Expecting a Bolton Baby, out in Nov.!

      Thanks for stopping by,