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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Beyond the Book: Purple Heart


Welcome to Beyond the Book. Today we'll continue with out excerpts from Purple Heart, my Wild Rose Press release. 


Blurb:

Jenna West has no idea what she might have done to her new tenant Mike Hightower. He's surly and hateful every single time they meet, and he looks at her as though he despises her.

He does despise her. She's from the Middle East, and people like her killed his friend Ramirez when the army sent them to Iraq.

Will the power of love work its magic to soften Mike's bitter hatred, or will he ignore his growing attraction for his pretty landlady?

Last Week:

“Yes. Mike Hightower?”

Mike nodded.


“I unlocked the door for you. If you’re interested, give 
a yell. If not, I’ll assume that you don’t want it.”

 “Fine.”

Mike almost left. A Middle Eastern woman had no business in Eden’s Crossing! Her people had killed Ramirez. When did she come here? Oh, wait. Seems like he did remember a young Middle Eastern girl who’d been three grades behind him in school. Still though, he couldn’t be sure. As a young kid, he hadn’t paid much attention to girls. He liked football better.


This week: Mike refuses to warm up to Jenna.

He had no idea why he did it, but he went inside anyway and immediately liked what he saw. The living room had plenty of space with a nice, big window along the south wall. The walls were painted a light cream color that should match most furniture, and a neutral colored vinyl covered the floor.

He passed through the living room to the kitchen that contained a small stove and refrigerator, and from the kitchen, he entered the bedroom. The bathroom and a huge closet occupied the far end of the bedroom.

He liked the duplex, and it suited him perfectly. What a shame that somebody like her had to own it. What was the world coming to?

Monday, March 10, 2014

Training Travis




TRAINING TRAVIS BLURB

Rebecca Evans resents Travis McGill. Not only did he break her heart years ago, but he and his daughter represent the family she lots.  Now, all the caffeine in the world wouldn’t prepare her for his permanent move back to the hometown, Golden, PA, they once shared.


Due to the untimely death of his ex-wife, Travis McGill receives full custody of his fifteen year old daughter. He can kiss the quiet lifestyle he’s come to enjoy goodbye when he must live full-time with a teenager.  Soon, renovations not only begin on the old Victorian he’d purchased, but on Travis’ heart.
 
 
Excerpt:
 
Travis sat opposite Becca so he could watch her cook. When she turned to place the bottle on the counter, he noticed she was wore a pair of pointy high heels. Damn. She looked good in anything she wore. He couldn’t help think she looked great in everything that was underneath too.
In an effort to get his mind off her curves and avoid the embarrassment of being caught staring, he said, “So where did you learn to cook?”
Rebecca opened the broiler and turned the pork chops. “Television.”  She placed the fork on the spoon rest and covered the cooked carrots with foil. “What’s so funny?”
His laugh was husky and low. “That’s where I learned. I’m surprised Liz hasn’t bragged about my culinary skills by now.”
Rebecca smiled. “She has mentioned you make one mean marinara sauce.”
He shook his head. “Leave it to a kid to only remember spaghetti sauce.” She held out a wooden spoon filled with salad greens she had just tossed for him to taste.
When Travis’ tongue flicked over his lips, her knees went a little weak.
“What is this dressing? It’s delicious.” He took the spoon from her hand and ate the remainder.
When he licked his fingers, she groaned inwardly.
“Homemade vinaigrette,” she answered weakly.
Travis handed her the wooden spoon and the tips of their fingers touched. Hers tingled. Now more than ever, she knew whatever barrier she had thought she put between them no longer existed.
God help her.


 
 
Cathy Tully writes Contemporary Romance, Sweet Romance, and Women’s Fiction. Prior to writing romance, Cathy published a children’s non-fiction book titled, NEBRASKA for Kidhaven Press in 2004. Her first Sweet Romance, ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE, is available through Astraea Press, and Amazon.com. Cathy’s first novella, MARRYING MR. RIGHT is available through, The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.com. Her latest release, TRAINING TRAVIS, is a Contemporary Romance, available through The Wild Rose Press.
 
A Pro member of Romance Writer’s Of America, and Pan member of The Liberty States Fiction Writer’s, Cathy is a firm believer in continually honing her writing craft. A brown belt in Isshinryu Karate, she loves the feeling of strength and independence it allows her. Cathy can be found on Facebook, and at www.cathytully.com. A born and bred Jersey girl, Cathy lives in central New Jersey with her husband and their two daughters.
 
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Beyond the Book: My New Dining Room

Hello and welcome to Beyond the Book, Elaine's attempt to keep you informed about what's going on in her characters' worlds after the book ends. My name is Jenna West.  I was Elaine's heroine in Purple Heart. If you've been to Beyond the Book before, you know that I've been remodeling my house.  I've shown you my living room and kitchen, and today you can see my new dining room.  I never dreamed that I'd live in such a beautiful home. After my first husband died, I also never thought I'd fine love again, but when Mike came along I found out that I was wrong about both the house and finding a new love. Mike completes me and makes me feel so cherished and alive!  I give thanks everyday for him.

And now for a look at that dining room.

 
Purple Heart is available at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.
 


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: Purple Heart

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  My excerpt today comes from Purple Heart which is published by The Wild Rose Press.  In this excerpt my heroine Jenna is thinking about how she had to raise her daughter alone after her husband died.

For about the millionth time, Jenna vowed to be a good mother to Jo. Ethan couldn’t help her raise their child, but she’d do a bang up job for him. Angrily, she swiped hot tears from her cheek. She knew better than to think about the past. No power on earth could bring Ethan back to her.

The image of Mike Hightower broke into her thoughts. Having him around had underscored how lonely she sometimes felt. What woman didn’t want to feel loved and cherished and have a man to help her raise her family?
 
Purple Heart is available at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample: Purple Heart

Welcome to Sweet Saturday Sample.  Today's excerpt comes from Purple Heart which is available at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.phpmain_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.  In this excerpt Jenna, my heroine, is having a hard time paying attention to her friend.

“Do you think you can go shopping with me on Saturday afternoon?” Crystal asked. “I need some new shoes.”

Jenna didn’t answer. She couldn’t take her eyes off Mike Hightower who had just entered the Taylor-Lord cafeteria and seated himself beside Carol Burch. He wore a blue shirt today, and it made his blue eyes absolutely glow. She had immediately noticed it when Mike spoke to her this morning.

She hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the day of the picnic. Who could help it? A girl would have to be blind not to notice Mike Hightower. The man had a great body. His shoulders and chest looked absolutely fabulous.

Crystal sighed. “Stop staring at him.”

“What?”

“Jenna, pay attention! You haven’t heard a word I said.”
 
 
 
If you're interested in decorating, check my blog on Tuesday.  I'm showing how Mike and Jenna remodeled and decorated their house after they got married.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: Purple Heart

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors.  My excerpt today comes from Purple Heart which was released by The Wild Rose Press.  The price of the book was just dropped to $2.99, and you can get it at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.  In this excerpt my heroine, a pretty, young widow dreams of her dead husband.   The timing is interesting as she just met Mike Hightower.  Jo is Ethan and Jenna's daughter.


“It’s time to let go, baby,” Ethan said as he watched Jo splash around in the shallow water.

 

“Let what go?”

 

“You know. It’s time to move on.”

 

“No, never. I’ll never forget you, Ethan. Don’t ask me to do that.”

 

Jenna awoke with tears in her eyes.



Saturday, February 16, 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample: Purple Heart

Welcome to Sweet Saturday Sample.  In this excerpt my hero Mike Hightower learns more about his landlady, a pretty young widow.  The price of Purple Heart has been reduced to $2.99.  you can get it at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.phpmain_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and at most other retail outlets.

He opened his door and saw Jo sitting on the porch steps, crying.  “Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he awkwardly asked.  He didn’t have any time for crying children. Why wasn’t her mother out here with her?

Jo raised a tear stained face. “My grandfather isn’t coming,” she sniffed.
 
“That’s too bad, but I’m sure he’ll come another time.”
 
“Do you think so?” Jo breathed.
 
“Sure. Why wouldn’t he?”
 
Jo looked doubtful, but she dropped the subject. “Are you helping Mama this morning?”
 
“Yes. Is she ready for me to get started?”
 
“I think so. You won’t tell her that I was on the porch will you? She’s in the shower, and she told me to stay inside.”
 
“No, I won’t tell her, but you ought to mind your mama.”
 
It was too late for Jo to conceal her crime. Jenna flew out of the duplex in search of her errant child. “Jo, where have you been? I told you to stay inside. I was worried about you.”
 
Jo’s head fell. “I was waiting for Grandfather.”
 
Anger and frustration chased across Jenna’s face.  “Jo, I’ve told you; your grandfather isn’t coming.”
 
Jo nodded her head at Mike. “He said that Grandfather would come.”
 
Jenna cast an irritated look at him, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut. “He doesn’t know about your grandfather, sweet pea. Trust me; he isn’t coming. Your favorite cartoon is on if you’d like to watch it. You could do that while we’re working on the bathroom floor.”
 
 
“Okay.”
Jo ran inside, and even though he didn’t want to, Mike tried to apologize. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
 
Jenna shook her head. “No, it’s okay. You didn’t know.”
 
“Know what?”
 
Jenna sat down on the step that Jo had vacated, and he sat down beside her. He’d rather work on the floor, but he couldn’t drag her back inside.
 
“The grandfather that Jo wants to see is her dad’s father. He won’t be coming because he didn’t want Ethan to marry me. Since Ethan died he’s seen Jo once, and now he pretends she doesn’t exist.”

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Purple Heart

I have exciting news for you.  The Wild Rose Press has lowered the price of Purple Heart to $2.99.  Since Purple Heart is one of my older books, I haven't talked much about it in the last year or so, but truthfully it's one of my favorites.  It's a simple story that packs a big punch.  I cried when I wrote the last chapter.  I made a video when the book first came out, so I thought I'd share it with you.  I'm afraid it's too long.  At the time I made it, I didn't realize that shorter was better, but if you'll stick with it for almost two minutes, you'll get a good idea what the story's about.  If you're interested in Purple Heart it's available at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404


Sunday, February 10, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors: Purple Heart

War is hell they say, and it must be true because people come back from wars with emotional scars that are sometimes worse than physical wounds.  Mike Hightower, my hero in Purple Heart, is just such a man.  In this excerpt Mike explains to his brother why he doesn't like the woman he rented an apartment from.  But not to worry.  I only write happy endings!

Mike just snorted. “She’s one of the people who killed Ramirez.”

“What?”

“You know; Middle Eastern.”

David looked shocked. “Mike, she’s probably a nice woman. I know that Ramirez was your friend, but you can’t blame an entire race of people for what happened over there. If you don’t let go of this anger it’s going to eat you up.”
 
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Purple Heart is available at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.  The Wild Rose Press dropped the price to $2.99 so it's a great deal.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Sweet Saturday Sample: Purple Heart

Welcome to SSS.  Today's excerpt comes from my Wild Rose Press release Purple Heart.  The price of the book was just dropped to $2.99 and can be found at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404 and most other retail outlets.  Here's the first part of the prologue.

Prologue

The dark Iraqi streets looked deserted, but they heard movement all around them. Captain Perry motioned Mike forward. “Sergeant Hightower, take a couple of guys with you and cover the side exit.”

Mike nodded. He gestured toward Ramirez and Mason, and they silently followed him around the side of the building where they took their positions behind an old burnt-out wreck. Mike had just finished adjusting his night vision goggles when an explosion erupted behind them. The reverberations from it hadn’t died away before another shell detonated in front of them. The bright flash of light temporarily blinded Mike.

“Fall back!” he heard Perry scream from somewhere on his right.

Mike staggered, tripped, and fell. The men beside him each grabbed an arm and hauled him to his feet. “Move your feet, Hightower,” Ramirez snarled.

They had gone about ten yards when gunfire opened up behind them. Ramirez screamed, and Mike felt him go down. He tripped again but managed to hang on to his gun. “Shoot, Mike! Hostiles at ten o’clock!” Mason yelled.

Mike fired, but he must not have hit anything because seconds later a hot, boring pain almost tore off
his shoulder. Blindly he fired into the dark, and moments later, his leg took fire.

Shots came from the street. Captain Perry yelled, “Hightower, Mason, hold your fire.”

Moments later Perry knelt beside Mike. “Where are you hit?”

“Shoulder and leg.”

“Sit tight. We’ll get a medic as quick as we can.”

“What about Ramirez?”

“Sorry, he’s gone.”

As his anger built, Mike forgot about the pain in his shoulder and leg.  Ramirez had been his friend.  These people didn't appreciate a thing that the United States was trying to do for them.


Sunday, January 22, 2012

Purple Heart

I missed signing up for Six Sentence Sunday, but in case someone drops by I thought I'd post an excerpt from one of my readers' favorite novels, Purple Heart.  This is the prologue.  You can get Purple Heart at Amazon or Barnes and Noble or at http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=88_119&products_id=404


Prologue



The dark Iraqi streets looked deserted, but they heard movement all around them. Captain Perry motioned Mike forward. “Sergeant Hightower, take a couple of guys with you and cover the side exit.”

Mike nodded. He gestured toward Ramirez and Mason, and they silently followed him around the side of the building where they took their positions behind an old burnt-out wreck. Mike had just finished adjusting his night vision goggles when an explosion erupted behind them. The reverberations from it hadn’t died away before another shell detonated in front of them.


The bright flash of light temporarily blinded Mike.

“Fall back!” he heard Perry scream from somewhere on his right.

Mike staggered, tripped, and fell. The men beside him each grabbed an arm and hauled him to his feet.
“Move your feet, Hightower,” Ramirez snarled.

They had gone about ten yards when gunfire opened up behind them. Ramirez screamed, and Mike felt him go down. He tripped again but managed to hang on to his gun. “Shoot, Mike! Hostiles at ten o’clock!” Mason yelled.

Mike fired, but he must not have hit anything because seconds later a hot, boring pain almost tore off
his shoulder. Blindly he fired into the dark, and moments later, his leg took fire.
 
Shots came from the street. Captain Perry yelled, “Hightower, Mason, hold your fire.”

Moments later Perry knelt beside Mike. “Where are you hit?”

“Shoulder and leg.”

“Sit tight. We’ll get a medic as quick as we can.”

“What about Ramirez?”

“Sorry, he’s gone.”

 As his anger built, Mike forgot about the pain in his shoulder and leg. Ramirez had been his friend. These people didn’t appreciate a thing that the United States was trying to do for them.



****

A world away, Jenna West signed her name on the dotted line and became a homeowner. “I think you got a bargain,” the realtor said. “There’s a lot of work to be done, but it definitely has potential. The structure is sound. All it needs is a bit of cosmetic work and a new hot water heater.”

 “I don’t mind the work,” Jenna assured him. “I’ve never owned a home before; fixing up the place will be a labor of love.”

She took her daughter’s hand on the way to the car.

“When can we move in, Mama?” Jo demanded.

“Not for a few weeks yet, but don’t worry, sweet pea.

The place is all ours.”

 “Hooray,” Jo cheered.

“Hooray,” Jenna cheered right back, and Jo burst out laughing, making Jenna feel as if she were the best mom in the whole world.


Sunday, September 12, 2010

A Lady From Down Under


Can you guess where today's guest lives? If you said Australia you're right. Maragaret Tanner, thanks for coming today.

Hi, Elaine, thank you for allowing me to visit your blog.

Could you tell us a little bit about yourself?

I live in Australia and am married with three grown up sons and a gorgeous little grand daughter. I work as a typist in Radiology. I have ten books published with two publishers, Whiskey Creek Press and The Wild Rose Press.

I had boys too, Margaret. When my granddaughter came along, I was thrilled. What prompted you to write your first book?

I have always loved writing. I started out writing pathetic sad little poems, then short stories and finally I graduated to the love of my life, except for my husband and sons, writing novels.

Even sad poetry impresses me. I couldn't write a poem to save my life. How long does it take you to produce a book?

From when I first start writing in long hand, (as I always do), a throw back to when all we had was typewriters, then typing it into my computer, several lots of revisions, I guess about six months or so. I can write quickly, it is the research and revising that takes up the time.

What’s the easiest part of writing? The hardest?

The easiest part of writing for me is, just writing. The hardest part, revising.

Revision! It's tedious, isn't it? Tell us two things about you that would surprise us.
I am a chocoholic, and I have been known to swear when I get angry.

Don't tell anybody, but I'm a chocolate freak too! Would you share your links with us?

http://www.margarettanner.com/

We’d love to read an excerpt from your latest release. Don’t forget to share a buy link with us.

FRONTIER WIFE:
North East Victoria – 1879

Tommy Lindsay wiped her damp forehead with a lace handkerchief. Perspiration ran in rivulets between her breasts, pooling at the waistband of her gown and leaving a damp patch. She coughed a couple of times to clear the dust clogging up her throat.

“I don’t like it here.” Her little brother, Jamie, kicked one of the leather sea trunks and she was tempted to join him. “Why doesn’t someone come?”

A few boxes and trunks stacked on the hotel verandah held all her possessions and those of her two brothers. Just thinking about how the once proud Lindsay family had been reduced to such pernicious circumstances caused tears to build up at the back of her eyes. She wouldn’t cry. She couldn’t afford such a luxury, not with a young brother and a sick older brother to worry about. She had to be strong, resolute.

Warrior, a thoroughbred black stallion, stomped and snorted restlessly.
“Easy, boy.” David patted the stallion's glistening neck. “How much longer do we have to hang around, Tommy?”

“I don't know.” Her voice trembled even though she fought to control it. “Uncle Henry’s lawyer said someone would take us to the farm. Do you think he might have forgotten? Maybe he got the days mixed up?”

Sick dread washed over her. Oh, God, what if this desperate undertaking of theirs failed? It was sheer madness sailing thousands of miles across the sea to start a new life in an alien, hostile country, but what other choice did they have?

“Sorry for being so grouchy but my leg is aching, makes me irritable.” David grimaced as he rubbed his thigh.

His skin looked even more ashen than usual. Perspiration beaded his upper lip, not entirely caused by the fierce Australian sun searing them from a cobalt blue sky.
One glance at them and anyone who wasn’t blind would pick them out as newly arrived immigrants. Their skin was pale, not just because they were blue-eyed blondes, but they came from England’s gentle, temperate climate. David once felt the burning South African sun, but his tan had long since faded beneath the pallor of prolonged illness.

“I'm hungry.” Jamie’s bottom lip quivered.

“Someone will come soon,” Tommy reassured him.

“Why don't they hurry up?” He scuffed his boot across the verandah boards and tugged at the swathe of corn-colored hair flopping across his forehead.

A tall, slim young man sauntered up to them. “Are you the Lindsays?”

David took a step forward and shook the other man’s hand. “Yes, I'm David Lindsay. This is my sister, Thomasina, although she’ll only answer to Tommy.” He gave a strained grin. “And the young fellow is Jamie.”

“Pleased to meet you. I'm Jim Cavendish. Easy to see you're fresh out from the old country.” Smiling, he touched his hat as he glanced at Tommy. “I'll be taking you to your Uncle’s place.”

“Oh, Mr. Cavendish, you’re Uncle Henry’s friend. He often mentioned you in his letters.” Tommy greeted him with sincerity. He had been a good friend to a lonely old man.

“How you doing, boy?” Jim ruffled Jamie's hair.

“Will we see outlaws, mister?”

Jim laughed. “They’re called bushrangers out here. We might run into some. This is Ned Kelly country, you know? He glanced at David. “Fine stallion you’ve got there.”

“He's the best, aren't you, Warrior.” David stroked the stallion's neck, his voice soft, reassuring.

Tommy smiled as her brother's eyes lit up for a moment, before bleakness snuffed out the light.

They waited until Jim returned with a decrepit cart drawn by one horse. She tried to suppress a shudder. The Cobb and Co. coach bringing them to this frontier inn had not been too bad, but this cart looked ready to fall apart at any moment. She did not mind so much for herself, but worried about David, who had still not recovered from his injuries.

Jamie jumped up and down in excitement now. The long sea voyage out from England and the coach ride had not bothered him over much. With the resilience of the young, he soon forgot the traumatic events of the last few months.

On their father’s death, they discovered their manor house and all the land surrounding it belonged to someone else. They were left in such dire straits she sold family heirlooms to pay for their passages out to Australia.

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/frontier-wife-p-4099.html

What a great beginning, Margaret. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Please come back and see us again.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


Look who agreed to be interviewed today! Catherine Bybee author of Binding Vows which is published by The Wild Rose Press stopped by to pay us a visit. Catherine, it's an honor to have you here.

Thank you for having me here today, Elaine.

1.For the benefit of anyone who is unfamiliar with your work, tell us a little bit about yourself.

I’m a paranormal romance author. I love writing stories where werewolves fall in love and time travel is possible. For years I’ve worked in busy urban Emergency Rooms where reality smacks me upside the head daily… escaping into a romance, either reading or writing, is my Zen Time.


2.I totally love time travel, Catherine. Where do you get your ideas for your books? Are your characters ever based on real people?

Usually my ideas stem from a character I develop from a single scene and simple idea. I’m a complete pantser when I write, so everything evolves during the writing process for me. My characters aren’t based on people I know. I sometimes think of a mannerism I see in real people and try and implement this into a character, but I don’t mimic characters after people.


3.When did you first know that you wanted to be a writer? How'd you get your start?

The first time I actually wrote the words “The End” to a manuscript I was hooked. I knew I’d write plenty of books after that. I don’t think “I got my start” as much as forced it. I wrote, submitted and wrote some more. Authors “make things happen”. LOL


4.You are so right. Publishing houses very seldom arrive at our door begging us to show them our work. What does your family think about having an author in the family?

Suddenly they think I’m making money because I’m published… I hated bursting their bubble. I’ve always been a story teller, so I don’t think it came as a surprise. My family is very supportive. Although the thought of my dad reading my erotic romance stories is a bit scary.


5.I know what you mean. People have come right out and asked me if I'm making money. What's the hardest part of writing for you? What's the easiest?

The hardest thing is waiting. Waiting for agents to get back to you, publishers to get back to you… edits to get back to you… release dates to come around… reviews to evolve. Waiting!

Easiest thing? Simply writing a new story. I enjoy the actual creating of a story and characters and making it all work.


6.What are your future goals for your writing?

I’d like to see my books on the shelves at the brick and mortar stores. I’d like people looking for my backlist.


7.Great goals! Now, if you could go anywhere in the world and do anything you want, what would it be?

I’d love a weekend in a castle in Scotland with horses at my disposal.


8.What's the most romantic thing your significant other ever did for you? –
He said the words ‘I do’ at the right time and has ever since.


9.Would you share an excerpt from your book with us?

In this scene, Tara’s a bit miffed about being taken back in time five hundred years without her permission and is letting Duncan know it.

"Where are you going, Tara ?"

"Out!"

"I can see that, but where?"

She stopped and turned. "Far away from you."

He almost collided with her. Before he could react, she
was storming off again, as he shouted, "A lady is not safe out
here by herself."

She stopped. This time he didn't stop in time and fell
into her.

Hands at her sides, her chest thrust up next to his she
gritted between her teeth. "A lady isn't safe around you either."

"Now, Tara." He tried pleading with her.

"Oh, don't you even 'now, Tara' me." She stepped to the
side and started off, in a different direction. Stalking in circles.

He let her walk for several minutes before attempting to
speak to her again. "I would be happy to escort you on a walk. But,
we need to get you more properly dressed." He knew the effect
watching her walk in tight jeans was having on him, he could only
imagine what his men must have thought when she stormed the
courtyard.

"You're a bastard, you know that MacCoinnich?"

He wanted to counter what she said, but cautioned himself
against it. "Still, we need you in more fitting clothes. If someone
were to come along, questions would be raised which would be most
difficult to answer."

"You should have thought of that before you brought me
here." She waved a hand in his general direction. "Right now, I don't
give a crap what questions you might have to answer."

"I told you how necessary it is for secrecy." He turned
to the Keep and noticed some of the men watching, curious about what
would happen. He needed to put a stop to this and soon.

"Bite me."

A completely inappropriate image of him doing exactly
that popped into his head. A slow lazy smile inched over his lips.

Unfortunately, for him, Tara read his thoughts. She
didn't find them nearly as entertaining as he did. "You ass..." She
raised her hand to slap his face.

He caught her hand before it made contact. "I've had
enough of this."


10.Please give us your links so we can find you on the web.

www.catherinebybee.com

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/

http://catherinebybee.blogspot.com/

Twitter, Facebook and Myspace are all under the name Catherine Bybee… feel free to follow or friend me.

Thanks again for having me here today.

Thanks for coming, Catherine. I'm looking forward to reading your book, and I do love your cover.

Monday, January 25, 2010


Welcome to the blog! Wild Rose Press author Linda Poitevin graciously agreed to stop by and talk with us. Linda lives just outside Canada’s capital, Ottawa, with her husband, three daughters, and a varied collection of animals. In her spare time, she gardens (organically), cans and freezes the family’s winter fruit and vegetable supply, knits (basically), crochets (better), and starts way more projects than she ever finishes. (Fortunately that doesn’t hold true of her books!) She loves spending time with her family, having coffee with friends, walking by the river and watching thunderstorms…in about that order.


1. Linda, tell me about yourself. Anything you want the readers to know about your background - things that will make us feel like we’re getting to know you on a personal level.

Wow, that’s a big question! Where to even start? Let’s see, I’m happily married with three teen girls, I live just outside Canada’s capital city (Ottawa), I tend to start way more projects than I ever finish (happily that’s not true where my books are concerned!), and apparently I have trouble saying no to pets. Currently we have two cats, a rabbit, a bearded-dragon lizard, and a new puppy. I’m an avid gardener in the summer months and try to freeze and can most of our winter supply of fruits and vegetables; in the winter, I knit (not very well) and crochet (better), and love to curl up by the fireplace with a good book.

2. What genre do you write it? What drew you to write in that genre? If you mix genres talk about that too.

I started out writing romantic suspense, but my first two attempts lie mouldering in my desk drawer, I’m afraid. A Fairy Tale for Gwyn is a contemporary romance and my third completed manuscript. I do have several more ideas for contemporaries/suspense stories, but my latest manuscript is the first book of an urban fantasy series, so I think I’ll be focused on that genre for a while to come.

3. Tell me about your writing day.

Before or after the new puppy arrived? Sigh. Prior to puppy, I’d be up at 5:30 or 6:00 every morning of the week and at the computer between 6:30 and 7:00. I don’t have an office at home where I can close the door and block out the distractions, so I would spend 3-4 hours sitting in a local coffee shop with my laptop (they were wonderfully patient and understanding!). Since Charlie arrived, however, I’m on puppy-sitting duty in the morning, so I’m trying to figure out what will work best for me. I’ve allowed myself a leave-of-absence for a few weeks until life settles down a bit, and then I’m hoping I can begin leaving him on his own for the mornings.

4. When writing a new book how do you decide on the theme, genre or topic?
I’m afraid I don’t have that much say in the matter. Another sigh. My characters tend to tell the story rather than me, and I have no idea what the theme/topic will be until I’m well into the book. I may have an idea of the genre before I get started, but again, that’s their idea and not mine!

5. What are your plans for the future?

Get my children launched into their respective lives, survive the puppy, do some traveling with my husband (Scotland is our first priority), and lots more writing. Ideally, I’d like to be producing one or two books a year.

6. What in your life (movies, books, people) has made a real lasting impression on you? Why?

I think people tend to make the most lasting impressions on me. My mother aspired to be a writer and gave up her dream for family – I think that made me all the more determined not to give up my own dream. My father worked hard all his life and always said he’d relax when he retired, but then he died at the age of 53 – that taught me to live in the moment.

7. Who are some of your favorite authors? Who has influenced your writing the most?

I don’t know that any one author has inspired me more than another. I love good, well-told stories, and I think the writers of those stories have collectively inspired me to be the best I can. My current favorite is Patricia Briggs with her Mercy Thompson series…I so love her world-building!

8. Have you ever started a book and then have it completely turn around and chance course? Tell us about it.

Every book I write changes course on me at least once! I’m a pantser rather than a plotter, and I often have no idea what my characters are going to say or do until the words appear on my computer screen (my husband finds this exceedingly weird!). For me, that’s half the fun of writing!

9. Where can we find out about you and your book (include your publisher’s website and your personal one).

A Fairy Tale for Gwyn can be purchased at The Wild Rose Press (www.thewildrosepress.com). You can find out more about me and my writing at my Website, www.lindapoitevin.com, or at my blog, www.darkangelauthor.blogspot.com. I’d love to have you visit me there!

10. Would you share an excerpt with us?

A Fairy Tale for Gwyn - Blurb -
Gwyn Jacobs doesn’t believe in happy-ever-after.

Ever since her ex-husband walked out four years ago, abandoning her with a toddler and infant twins, Gwyn has been mother, father, and bread-winner all rolled into one. Her own scarred heart and failed marriage aside, she is determined not to open up her children’s lives to the possibility of another heartbreak...until her very own fairy tale falls into her lap -- and the hero won’t take no for an answer!


“Gwyn, we need to talk.”

She tucked the hat into Maggie’s wicker basket on the closet shelf. She tried to take a deep breath, but it lodged in her chest, forming a painful lump that pressed against her breastbone. She stooped to collect Nicholas’ mittens.

Gareth shifted his weight against the door, and awareness of his proximity jolted through her. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

“Did you hear me?” he asked quietly.

Her children’s voices floated down the hallway to her and Gwyn hesitated a moment, tuning in to the sound. Absorbing it. Letting it ground her. Then she steeled herself and turned to face Gareth, lifting her chin.

“I think we’ve already said everything that matters,” she said. Fierce pride stabbed through her at the resolute firmness she heard in her own voice. But when Gareth straightened up from the door, panic followed hot on pride’s heels.

“It matters that you saw me with Catherine today,” he
said. “And we haven’t talked about that yet.”

Catherine…it had somehow hurt less before she’d known the woman’s name. Gwyn stiffened her resolve.

“We don’t need to,” she said. “Who you take to a restaurant is your own business.”

“I didn’t take anyone to Au Coin de la Fôret except you, Gwyn. Catherine is my ex-wife. We had some business to discuss, and she suggested the place because it’s out of the way. The local paper has caught wind that I’m in town, and Catherine isn’t fond of the media.”

Gwyn forced herself through the flood of relief brought on by the words ex-wife. It didn’t change anything, she assured herself, because it still wasn’t any of her concern. And neither was that oblique reference to business. “You don’t have to tell me this, Gareth.”

“I wanted to explain.”

Gwyn turned to the closet and stuffed Nicholas’ mittens into the nearest basket, her labeling system forgotten. “Friends don’t need explanations.”

Silence followed her words.

“Friends,” Gareth repeated, his voice low. Gruff. “Is that what you want us to be?”

Gwyn couldn’t have forced a reply through her constricted throat if she’d tried, and so she contented herself with a nod, an affirmation of a lie. And then, her back still to Gareth, she closed her eyes and concentrated on not diving headlong into the closet in a desperate attempt to escape.

His voice dropped an impossible octave lower. “And what if I don’t want to be just friends, Gwynneth with two n’s? What if I want more?”