Author Jo Huddleston

Sweet Southern Romance

Thursday, August 23, 2018

June Foster, Contemporary Romance

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June Foster
June Foster is an award-winning author who began her writing career in an RV roaming around the USA with her husband, Joe. She brags about visiting a location before it becomes the setting in her contemporary romances. June's characters find themselves in precarious circumstances where only God can offer redemption and ultimately freedom.

Please enjoy the following excerpt from the beginning of A Home for Fritz by June Foster.

At the clearing near a forest of towering Douglas fir, Brooke Cantrell drew in a long breath of Wyoming air and slowly exhaled. Bushes with red spindly flowers grew in clumps, dotting the open space where she stood. On the northern horizon, the Big Horn Mountains ascended high into the sky, more imposing than any Dallas skyscraper.

A howl charged the air.

Dog? Or wolf? She held the next breath and stood as still as the Indian Paintbrush on the windless day, listening. Had she imagined it?

Rowff. Rowff. Yap. Oww.

A swell of pain pummeled her chest. Only a wounded animal could vocalize such a woeful pitch. What if it was dying? No. She gripped a strand of hair and yanked.

Driven by childhood memories of loss, she crept forward, ignoring all caution. Death had won too many rounds in her life.

Where had the sound come from? The left, the right, straight ahead? She stopped.

Yow, yap.

She darted toward the cops of evergreens. Over another rise in the landscape, a pungent odor, like turpentine assaulted Brooke's nose. She sidestepped the sagebrush growing close to the ground as she skulked toward the mournful cries. She skirted the pond, complete with beavers' dam, then scaled the rising countryside to the forest.

The wail grew more desperate.

What if a dangerous animal waited within the trees? Brooke's knees locked. She had no self-defense skills. Moose and savage wolves didn't exactly roam big-city neighborhoods. She should scramble to safety.

No, what if a wounded pup needed help? One of the working dogs at Sunlight Peaks Guest Ranch? Yet, no amount of help could've saved Rowdy all those years ago—her dog Daddy brought home when Mama died. His furry presence and warm cuddles had seen her through many a lonely day. Rubbing her eyes didn't erase the stinging.

Now at the tree line, she navigated around a couple of fir trees, guided by the sound's source then gasped.

A short distance into the forest, a golden doodle, its paw in an iron trap, writhed and wiggled, then whined and gawked with pitiful eyes.

"Oh, doggie. I'm so sorry." What should she do? She angled a desperate glance in the direction of the ranch, but no one strolled the path. She dared a few cautious steps nearer the dog. In an instinctive urge to comfort the creature, she reached to ruffle its fur then jerked her hand away. The dog might not understand and bite her.

Instead, she lifted her palm in a stop signal. She had to take action. "Just hang on, little guy. I'll find someone to help."

Brooke raced toward the clearing, heart pounding. Not because she dashed in and out of the dense trees but anguish gripped her insides. A suffering animal would continue in pain until she found aid. 

The pathetic creature barked as if to call, "Don't leave me."

She glanced over her shoulder and lowered her voice, hoping to soothe the animal. "It's okay. I'll be back."

Clomp, clomp.

Someone or something tramped toward her on the other side of a stand of elms. Never mind. She had to keep going.


Brooke's body met a rock wall head-on. She blinked and gazed into eyes the color of spring leaves.   

"Oof." The guy in jeans and a Stetson reached to steady her. "Didn't expect anyone to be out here." He exhaled a breath through puckered lips.

Brooke huffed, the lack of breath impeding her words, and pointed into the woods. "A dog. In a trap. Over there. Golden doddle."

"Oh, no." He scrubbed his hand over his mouth and dashed along the path.

Welcome, June. Please tell us a little about your novel, A Home for Fritz.
All Brooke Cantrell wants is two weeks to live Brooke Radcliff's life. But the one person who knows the truth resides in the room next to hers at Sunlight Peaks Guest Ranch. When Brooke falls in love with the handsome wrangler who works on the ranch, will her employer's daughter tell him the truth Brooke hides?

Garrett Bowman has finally found peace under Wyoming skies at Sunrise Peaks Guest Ranch. Never again will he return to the demanding corporate life in Seattle, Washington. But will the guests recognize him from the incriminating newspaper and magazine articles eighteen months ago?

When Garrett's dog, Fritz, is in grave danger, an intriguing guest helps Garrett get his golden doodle to the vet. As Fritz heals, he whines and begs until he can lay his head in Brooke Radcliff's comfortable lap. Fritz has fallen in love, but so has Garrett.

If Garrett discovers Brook's secret, will he walk away from her?

If Brooke learns Garrett's true identify, will she turn from him like all the others?

Where can readers find you online?

Where can readers purchase A Home for Fritz?
Any parting comment?
Thank you for hosting me today on your blog, Jo. I love sharing about Fritz who, by the way, is a real dog. You can watch an "interview" I did with Fritz here. 
Leave a question you’d like readers to answer. (Commenters not required to answer question to be entered in the book drawing.)
What is your favorite breed of dog? Why?

June, thanks for visiting with my readers and me. June is offering a print copy of A Home for Fritz to one commenter to this blog post.

Commenters, to enter the book drawing please leave your comment on this post through August 28, 2018, and remember to leave your email address so I can contact you if you’re the winner.

The winner of last Thursday’s blog post for a copy of Whispering Hope by Peggy Blann Phifer is Shelia. I’ll email you. Thanks all for commenting. Watch for more book giveaways.

Till next time … keep on smiling. 


“Wow, this book starts out strong and keeps getting better. I laughed, cried, tried to warn them, rejoiced and prayed along with them.”—Amazon Reader Review

TIDEWATER SUMMER, set in 1952 on an island off the South Carolina coast. You can 
read more about the book here, and you can read the Prologue here.


  1. A Home for Fritz sounds like one not to be missed. Thank you for the opportunity. mauback55 at gmail dot com

  2. Jo, thank you for hosting me today on your blog. I hope your readers will enjoy the video I made with Fritz. And I'd love to hear what breed of dog readers like.

    1. June, my pleasure to have you visit with my readers and me.

  3. Oh, I've got to read this book. That poor baby!
    I am a follower

  4. This is a new author for me! I love knowing that she travels the US in an RV. My husband and I would like to do that someday!
    (Dedezoomsalot at yahoo dot com)

  5. favorite kind of dog is the lab! I'm a follower! Shelia sheliarha64(at)yahoo(dot)com

  6. Being a dog lover I want to read this book. My favorite dog breed is Australian Shepherds. they are too smart for their own good but are such loyal dogs. Vivian furbay jtandviv(at)q(dot)com

  7. A Golden Doodle!! My favorite memory is a photo our daughter sent years ago with her knelt down next to one and their hair color was identical! Beautiful memory. I would like to win this story. Kathleen ~ Lane Hill House lanehillhouse[at]centurylink[dot]net