Hi, Heather! Welcome to my blog. Obviously we need to cover our bases first, so: tea or coffee?
What’s your preferred writing snack?
I am a machine when I write. Down to business. Hunger does not distract me…facebook does. If I snack, I’m happy to nibble on oranges, bananas, apples, but I cut them into pieces and to eat them with a fork, so I don’t have a wipe off my fingers. That’s a little life hack that weight watchers taught me.
I am old enough to remember the dark ages of television. You know, three networks. Period. A concept millennials can’t even get their heads around today. But, back then, when the cartons were over what was a kid to do? I carried a notebook around and jotted stories down in it. Then I went into journalism and communications as a career. But my first novel was born out of the loss of my beloved sister to breast cancer in 1999. Simply as a way to deal with my grief, I wrote my first version of A Lady in Defiance in 2000, but it didn’t see the light of day (or anybody else’s eyeballs) until 2011.
I hear you’re releasing a new novella soon. Can you tell us a little bit about it?
Ask Me to Marry You came out September 21 and is currently doing very well at Amazon, praise the Lord. I call it my MALE order bride story. And yes that is spelled correctly. Audra needs a man to help her save her ranch. Being a practical, strong-willed woman, she gets herself into an arranged marriage. What could go wrong? This is actually book two in the Brides of Evergreen series, a 12-part collection of short stories all focused on characters from Evergreen, Wyoming.
In the tiny courtroom in Evergreen’s town hall, Winston snagged Sheriff “Dent” Hernandez and a cowhand paying a fine, to act as witnesses. Audra’s heart beat out of her chest as the Justice of the Peace said the words to a simple ceremony.
She repeated this isn’t real, it’s just for show over and over in her head, but when the justice of the peace pronounced them man and wife, she felt a terrible explosion of panic. Oh, Lord, what have I done?
“You may kiss the bride.”
She and Dillon leaned toward each other, then backed away, shock and confusion on their faces. Awkwardly, he shoved out his hand. Dent snorted at the absurd gesture. Audra didn’t know what to do and stared at Dillon, horror and humiliation washing over her. Winston cleared his throat and bobbed his chin slightly. Though this was a lie, a charade, people had to believe she was married.
She closed her eyes and lifted her face to Dillon. The time felt like an eternity until his lips pressed against hers. Warm and gentle. Then his hand came to rest lightly on her cheek. Something inside her sparked to life. Her breathing hitched and her legs suddenly felt all wobbly. He deepened the kiss—
“Congratulations, you two,” Winston said, stepping forward quickly.
Heart pounding like a stampeding herd, Audra pulled away from Dillon, but didn’t miss the mischief in his eyes. Or was that desire?