Penny Estelle was born, long ago, in Iowa City, Iowa.Her family up and moved to Mesa, AZ, when she was a toddler, and has remained in Arizona since.
She started writing for children right before retiring, claiming after working so long with children of all ages, she has
plenty of material to work with. “I was never a reader as a child or teen and I missed out on so many adventures. I think it's very important in today's world to get kids reading and keep them reading.”
plenty of material to work with. “I was never a reader as a child or teen and I missed out on so many adventures. I think it's very important in today's world to get kids reading and keep them reading.”
Her books for the younger group include two children’s picture books, Have You seen My Tail? and The Red-Eyed Mr. Glumb, a couple books of magic and fantasy, Hike Up Devil’s Mountain and The Bearded Dude in the Puzzle, plus a series of time travel adventures for ages 9 – 13, The Wickware Sagas.
Penny decided to try her hand at writing for the older crowd. She now has a family drama about desertion and addiction, four contemporary romances, a paranormal romance and five historical western romances under her belt. She and her husband also wrote a non fiction short story on their experience living with solar.
Penny Estelle was a school secretary for twenty-one years. After retiring, she and her husband moved to their fifty-four acre ranch in NW Arizona where they live off the grid. Solar and wind is the only source of electricity. “A real adjustment for a city girl, but I love it. At night, the sky is an explosion of stars. It is breathtaking!”
If Penny is not working on stories, she enjoys four-wheeling on unexplored roads, visiting with family (especially her seven grandchildren), and enjoys the occasional visits to the casinos. She also admits her weakness is ice cream, anytime, anywhere!
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Chase wanted no part of going to college or following in his father’s footsteps and becoming a Doctor. His dream involved cattle and horses and he follows that dream to the Arizona Territory.
One cold, rainy day his life takes a turn when he finds himself looking down the muzzle of a Colt Walker barely being held up by a woman who has been badly beaten along with her three-year old son. Will she be someone Chase could let into his heart or someone who could destroy his life?
Snippet
The sun was setting and Chase was hopeful he’d get home before dark. His eyes drooped and he gave himself the luxury of letting his head drop forward. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep but the wagon jolted to an abrupt stop.
Chase snapped his head up and found he was looking down the muzzle of a gun. More surprising was the holder of the gun, a woman. She was soaking wet, with an eye swollen shut, dried blood coming from a cut somewhere under dirty brown hair, a lip that was split and deep, purplish bruises covering most of one side of her face. Though she stood about five and a half feet tall, she was so thin, a stiff wind wouldn’t have too hard a time blowing her to the ground.
Her dress was one of an indiscriminate color, it was so faded. One sleeve was completely ripped away at the shoulder and the waist was also torn. She had the horse’s bridle in one hand and the gun in the other.
Chase sat up a little taller and pulled the break on the wagon. “Ma’am, you don’t look too good, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “I…I’m sorry, mister, but I need your wagon and whatever water and food is on it. You can keep your cow.” A tear slipped down one of her cheeks. “I’ve got a little one who’s sick and got to get him out of here.”
Chase snapped his head up and found he was looking down the muzzle of a gun. More surprising was the holder of the gun, a woman. She was soaking wet, with an eye swollen shut, dried blood coming from a cut somewhere under dirty brown hair, a lip that was split and deep, purplish bruises covering most of one side of her face. Though she stood about five and a half feet tall, she was so thin, a stiff wind wouldn’t have too hard a time blowing her to the ground.
Her dress was one of an indiscriminate color, it was so faded. One sleeve was completely ripped away at the shoulder and the waist was also torn. She had the horse’s bridle in one hand and the gun in the other.
Chase sat up a little taller and pulled the break on the wagon. “Ma’am, you don’t look too good, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “I…I’m sorry, mister, but I need your wagon and whatever water and food is on it. You can keep your cow.” A tear slipped down one of her cheeks. “I’ve got a little one who’s sick and got to get him out of here.”
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