Wednesday, March 20, 2013

CHARACTER INTERVIEW--JOEL STONE FROM BLUEBONNET BRIDE


You’re just in time to make yourself comfy. Joel Stone, the hero of BLUEBONNET BRIDE, Men of Stone Mountain book three, will be here in a moment for a chat. Oh, here he comes riding up now. Give him just a minute to tie his horse at the hitching post outside.

Joel Stone

A handsome man strides in and removes his Stetson to reveal dark, almost black hair. Blue-gray eyes twinkle in a sun-tanned face. Powerful shoulders taper to a narrow waist and his denim trousers end at dark brown boots  polished to a high sheen.

With a slight bow, he smiles. “Howdy, Ma’am. “

Caroline: “Come right in.” I gesture to the chair opposite me. “Sit here where we can talk.”

Joel sits and crosses his ankles. “What did you have in mind, Ma’am?”

Caroline: “To begin, why don’t you explain how your family ended up in Radford Springs, Texas?”

Joel’s face lights up: “Be happy to. Zach is the reason we settled here. After our folks died back in Johnson County, he went northwest a ways and bought most of a mountain in Palo Pinto County.”  Joel holds up a hand. “Now I know you’re wondering how a man can own a whole mountain, but Zach only owns a valley and one side. On the map, you’ll find Stone Mountain listed, so he gets credit for the whole dadblamed mountain. Um, pardon my language.”

Caroline: “Of course. So, is Zach the oldest of you brothers?”

Joel: “I’m two years older than Zach and then Micah is two years younger. Since I’m oldest, I’m used to being in charge, but Zach is the peacemaker. He’s always been the one who captured the women’s admiration, but he never noticed. Sure am happy he found a good woman. 

Caroline: “I see, so you and Micah followed Zach here?”

Joel: “Reckon you could say we decided together that we’d come stake out ranches close by one another. We were tired of fighting and chasing after criminals. Zach found his place first and built a snug little cabin. We all bought cattle and drove them here. Zach and I planned to capture one more set of criminals and then settle down, but Micah wanted to stay put.”

Caroline: “If you’re used to giving orders and Zach is the peacemaker, what is Micah like?”

Joel chuckles.  “He’s his own man, but sometimes that brings problems. We hadn’t been here long before Micah was accused of murder. Naturally, Zach and I pitched in to help him.  Like any family, we’ve had our differences, but we stick together through thick or thin.”

Caroline: “Is Micah also married?”

Joel smiles broadly: “Each of my brothers married a fine woman and each one has a large ranch with lots of cattle. I couldn’t be prouder of them—or for them. I only wish our parents could see what fine men are carrying on their name.” He turned solemn. “Guess they’d be asking me why I’m thirty-two and not wed.”

Caroline: “So it’s just you three men left in your family?”

Joel: “Not by a long shot. You ought to meet our aunts, Maggie Jo Gamble and Lizzie Mae Fraser.” He slaps his hat against his knee. “Let me tell you, they are corkers. Those two dote on us and even moved to Radford Springs to be near us.”

Caroline: “Let’s talk about you, Joel. I see you’re wearing a badge. Tell me something about yourself.”

Joel shifts uncomfortably: “Like the badge says, I’m the Radford Springs Sheriff. Took over when Sheriff Ryan retired. I want this to be a good place for families to live. Just the other day, I ran a gambler out of town for cheating at cards.”

 Caroline: “Would you make an exception for a friend or someone important?”

Joel shakes his head. “I am a by-the-book lawman and you can take that to the bank.”

Caroline: “Both your brothers are married and you indicated your parents would want you to be wed also. Haven’t you found a woman you’d enjoy having as your wife?”

Joel appears embarrassed. “Not exactly. But if the new seamstress in town—she’s a widow, by the way—would give me a chance, I might be inclined.”

Caroline: “What is she like?”

Rosalyn, the new woman in town

Joel stares into space: “In the sunshine, her hair turns to molten red gold. Her eyes are brown, but not just plain brown. They’re…they’re like warm coffee. Her face is smooth and white and her hands have long, delicate fingers.” He focuses and smiles. “She has the cutest little girl named Lucy, who calls me Mister Sheriff and says I’m a giant.”

Caroline: “Sounds as if you are definitely interested in this dressmaker. What’s her name?”

Joel: “Rosalyn, and her name suits her. She’s sweet as a rose, and her voice carries the velvety, soft sounds of the South like you hear down around New Orleans.”

Caroline: “Are you and she courting or engaged?”

Joel exhales as if frustrated: “Reckon she isn’t interested in me. Don’t think I’m giving up, though. I am determined to win her over no matter how long it takes.”
 
Caroline: “Will you be taking her to your ranch if you convince her to marry you?”
Joel's house in Radford Springs

Joel: “No, I have a house in town.  Guess it was foolish of me, but I bought this 26-room house from a man who wanted to move on. His wife had died, see, and he lost interest. The house was a shell when I bought it, but I’m finishing it out one room at a time.”

Caroline: “A 26-room shell for a bachelor? That seems odd?”

Joel: “Reckon it is odd. He paid to have the house framed in and the roof and outside finished, but he planned to finish the inside himself. Whew,he sure did make a mess. I believe my 8 year old nephew Seth could have done as well.”

Caroline: “I can tell from your voice and facial expression that you love the house.”
 
Joel: “You’re right. I loved it the minute I saw it. When I heard Mr. Turnborough wanted to sell, I couldn’t get there fast enough to make an offer. Surprised me when he took it with no haggling. He loaded his kids into two wagons and took off for Colorado.”

Caroline: “Tell me more about yourself, Sheriff Stone.”

Joel shakes his head. “Ma’am, why don’t you just buy BLUEBONNET BRIDE and read it? Reckon that will answer all your questions, especially if you also read BRAZOS BRIDE about Micah and HIGH STAKES BRIDE about Zach. By the time you finish all three, you’ll be an expert on the Men of Stone Mountain. But don’t think the stories will end there. No, Ma’am. There are more coming about other people in Radford Springs. I believe Bear Baldwin has written away for a mail-order bride who's arriving along about the end of May.”

Caroline: “Thank you for that promotion, Joel. Let me include a blurb and an excerpt to entice readers a bit more (I hope).”

BLUEBONNET BRIDE Blurb:

He’s a by-the-book Texas sheriff; she’s on the run from a murder conviction...

When a tornado provides Rosalyn with the opportunity to escape the gallows, she collects her daughter Lucy and flees. They travel far enough West that Rosalyn believes she’s gone to the ends of the earth. She hopes she and Lucy will be safe in this remote North Texas town where she embarks on a new life as a dressmaker. If only she could avoid contact with people, especially the handsome sheriff who pops up every time she turns around. She fears either she or her chatterbox daughter may slip and reveal too much.

Joel Stone has been content with his life, even if it’s not the one he’d dreamed. His younger brothers are married and living nearby, his aunts have moved to Radford Springs, and he is respected for the efficient job he does as sheriff. When he meets the new widow in town, his instant attraction staggers him. She appears uninterested, but he is determined to win her hand in marriage. 

But life doesn’t turn out the way either Rosalyn or Joel plan. They overcome temporary obstacles, but what of the secret she protects? Can he save her from the gallows?

My friend, Nelda Liles of Frisco, Texas
took the bluebonnet photo.
No, that's not Nelda's photo on the cover. ☺


BLUEBONNET BRIDE Excerpt from Chapter One:

Excerpt set up: Rosalyn has been convicted of poisoning her wealthy, influential husband. She is innocent, but has no way to prove it. She has been sentenced to hang the next day on the gallows she watched built outside her cell window.
Rosalyn looked at Lucy’s drawing. Her daughter’s simplistic art showed a woman and little girl holding hands in a garden. How many times had she and Lucy walked among her plants, admiring the blooms and the butterflies attracted to the flowers? Rosalyn sank to her cot and sobbed.
The wind picked up and a gust fluttered the paper in her hands. Lightning flashed and rain blew through the open window. Rosalyn moved to the other cot across the narrow cell. At least the rain didn’t hit her there.
The sky grew darker and clouds developed a greenish cast. Fine hairs on Rosalyn’s arms prickled and raised. A peculiar sulphurous odor surrounded her.
“Sheriff, the sky looks ominous, like a tornado is coming.”  
Sheriff Boudreau glanced up but didn’t rise from his chair. “Naw, too early in the year for a cyclone.” He went back to reading his newspaper, which is what he did most of the time as far as Rosalyn could tell. Either the man memorized the stories or he was the slowest reader ever born.
Dust and debris blew through the window and swirled around the cell. A horrific sound reached Rosalyn’s ears, like a freight train roaring toward town. She’d never been in a tornado, but she recognized the vibration from descriptions she’d heard. Instead of just dust and paper, now debris flew from between the bars. A tin can hit her forehead with such force she fell back against the wall.
“Take cover,” yelled the sheriff and he hit the floor in an attempt to crawl into his desk’s kneehole.


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Monday, March 18, 2013

JILL HUGHEY BOOK BLAST FOR VAIN



Today we welcome author Jill Hughey and her book, VAIN,  an amazing  historical romance.

Book Synopsis

Lily had her life planned, neat and tidy as thread on a spindle, until her mother died and her father snipped at the seams of her future by abandoning Lily in their shop. A nobleman unexpectedly gives her hope when he brings fabric for a special garment. Lily survives on his first payment, and immerses herself in sewing and embroidering an incomparable garment for him, as her tidy plan continues to unravel.

Theophilus, Lord of Ribeauville, takes his responsibility to his townspeople seriously and, therefore, does not dally with local women. Desire wars with duty when Lily glances up at him while adjusting the hem on his Easter tunic. As her deteriorating circumstances push them together, Theo and Lily learn that the path to his heart just might be through his wardrobe, though the exquisite outfit she creates is the only part of her that fits in his precarious aristocratic world.


PRAISES FOR THE NOVEL VAIN:
“I absolutely loved the story!” – Gina Ardito, Excellence in Editing
“Great character development.” – JeanSquires, beta reader


Quick Facts
Release Date: March 14, 2013.
Genre: Romance, historical, medieval
Formats: Kindle, Nook, Smashwords, iTunes, Kobo


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The Author
Jill Hughey has loved historical romance since sneaking peeks at her mother’s library years ago. She has enjoyed writing just as long.  She prides herself on deep character development, and settings that take her readers on long, satisfying journeys to places they have probably never been in a book before.

Jill lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons. Her hobby is singing lessons, in which she studies classical soprano and some lighthearted works.

Learn more about the author at: http://jillhughey.blogspot.com



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Friday, March 15, 2013

AWARD WINNING COINAGE OF COMMITTMENT





Here comes 2008 National Indie Excellence book award's finalist, Coinage of Commitment.

From a hardly typical romance writer, that is R. Costelloe we have a story where characters are looking for something higher, richer, and longer lasting...

Quick Facts
Release Date: January1, 2013.


Genre: Romance (1960´s)

Formats: Kindle, Smashwords, Epub, PDF

The book is PG-13 rated.


Book Synopsis

Wayne and Nancy grow up on opposite sides of the country, each certain they must have love better than what others will settle for. Something stronger, something richer, something worth searching for. During the turbulent nineteen-sixties, they meet while he is attending blue-collar Drexel, and she is at neighboring, Ivy League Penn. Although irresistibly drawn to each other, they must overcome obstacles posed by the class and social differences that separate them, as well as opposition from both families, and later, a twist of fate that will be the cruelest test of all. Can they reach the emotional heights they seek? Can they overcome time's downward pulling inertia? Coinage of Commitment is dedicated to all who ever wondered about the altitude love might soar to.





Excerpt

Setup: Late Friday night, 1968, at Philadelphia’s 30th St. Subway Station. Wayne is looking from the trolley station, where he stands, to the adjacent subway train (El) platform.
As he watched absently, the girl from Sullivan’s came down the El station steps opposite him. She paused at the foot of the stairs, getting her bearings. Although adequate lighting bathed the platform, most riders took stock of others in the vicinity for safety’s sake. It was a natural precaution, instinctive for most, and especially important this late at night. She saw him, signaled recognition by a parting of her lips that was not quite a smile, then she lowered her gaze, turned, and strolled slowly out of sight to the other side of the stairway.


Seeing her again pricked him with an off-kilter joy, uplifting and refreshing, partly because she recognized and acknowledged him, but also because she seemed so buoyantly out of place down here, her bright beauty undefeated by the dank-smelling gloom of the subway. He smiled, turned away, and sauntered to the south side of the trolley platform. The minutes dragged, but no trolley car arrived. He began mentally composing a theme paper for his International Politics course, the only non-technical one he had that semester. Ideas came to him, prancing, and he thought of getting a notebook from his bag.



“Police! Help! Help me!” A woman’s screaming and it came from the El platform.
Thinking frantically of the girl, he ran to the north edge of the platform and jumped the foot or so that got him down onto the trolley tracks. A steel grate fence separated the two transit systems, but it had seen better days. A section was ajar, just ten feet to his left, and he swung it open enough to squeeze through.



Now things got difficult. The El platform was too high and far to jump to. The train tracks gleamed below him, the electrified rail closest, then the two steel tracks. He saw only one way to get there and didn’t slow down to analyze the risk. He threw his bag onto the opposite platform, then leaped forward, over the electrified rail, and down into the square trench that ran a foot and a half below and between the steel tracks. The platform loomed just above him, and the smell of ozone was stronger this close to the electrified rail—the one he must not fall back against. With his momentum still carrying forward from the jump, he kept moving, aware his footing and balance must be perfect. He reached up and grabbed the El platform edge, stepped up on the rail before him, then used his grip on the edge to lever himself up and onto the platform, landing on his right shoulder and side. Feeling no pain, he got to his feet and sprinted west down the platform toward the woman’s screams.



As he ran, he recalled what he had seen: the girl from Sullivan’s, a nondescript man, and three black youths: teens with their heads wrapped in dark bandannas, signifying…he knew not what. They were what fueled his urgency. Where was she? The commotion was still ahead of him.
He ran at top speed past the central vending area and spotted figures near the far steps. He could see her blond mane, somewhat disheveled now, and she stood with her arm across a shorter girl’s shoulder. The nondescript man ran up and joined them.



“He took my purse,” the other girl wailed. “I can’t believe I was so careless to let him get my purse that easily.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the blond girl said, her arm still across the smaller girl’s shoulder in comfort.
“All my ID. A credit card. And I just got my paycheck cashed today. How stupid can you get?”
Another woman came down the steps and joined the group. As Wayne approached and slowed, a balding, thirtyish-looking man passed him from behind, joined the scene, said he had heard the commotion from above, and that a companion had gone to the toll booths to get help. Then two of the black youths he had seen earlier ran up from the west.
“He high-tailed it onto the tracks,” said the shorter of the youths. “He’s got choice of Thirty-third Street trolley or Thirty-fourth Street El station, so it looks like we kiss that one good-bye. You know what I’m saying? The Fuzz’l never collar that dude now.”



As though on cue, a police officer, complete with German Shepherd, came down the steps and assumed authority. The third black youth also joined the crowd. Wayne held back, not seeing what he could contribute by his late arrival. The blond girl had seen his running approach. Or had she? Her gaze had flicked briefly in his direction, then back to her charge. The tension eased with collective relief, and the officer started questioning the stricken girl, unpacking a notebook as he spoke.



Wayne thought of how the blond girl continued to be too distracted to notice him, and he felt bemused by the irony of his situation. He had arrived about 7.2 seconds too late to be of any use, even to the wrong damsel in distress. His breathing slowed. Still not seeing anything he could contribute, he turned and walked slowly in the direction he had come. He needed to retrieve his bag from where he had tossed it onto the platform. When he got there, he picked up the bag and looked out over the gleaming tracks toward the trolley station. No way, he thought, realizing with a shiver the danger he had risked. The price of another transit token wasn’t nearly worth the peril. And then, as though to underscore the irony, his trolley arrived and then quickly departed. Oh well, might as well climb the stairs to the mid-level pay booths so he could get back down to the trolley station. He took his sweet time since he probably had at least a twenty-minute wait. He approached the corner of the stairway, trying to remember whether the trolleys discontinued service during the wee hours. Suddenly the blond girl stood in front of him, her eyes wide, her expression anxious.
“It just dawned on me,” she said. “How did you get over here?”




The Author

Rob Costelloe wrote fiction as a youngster, and completed his first novel a few years after college. But then the demands of family and career intervened, and his writing was mostly business or technical. But then in 2005, he read an Anita Shreve novel whose ending was so abruptly despairing that he felt outrage on behalf of so many abused readers. The result was two books, Coinage of Commitment, which became a National Indie Excellence Book Award finalist, and Pocket Piece Cameo, both published by Saga Books in the next three years.
Again he went off into nonfiction pursuits, but in 2012, he elected to rewrite both titles for the simple reason that he could make them better stories for his readers. Both titles have been published digitally, and are available from Amazon and other outlets.
Learn more about the author at: www.rcostelloe.com



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