Read of the week: One Shingle To Hang by DeAnn Smallwood

Hello Everybody! Today I am hosting DeAnn Smallwood and her book One Shingle To Hang. Included in this post are not only the book cover, author photo but also an exciting excerpt and some fun questions with some equally fun answers This book speaks to all that is decent and hardworking in us and shows us that love, even unexpected love, is worth fighting for, though we may not necessarily realize it at first. This is a great read and one that will surely warm your heart. Enjoy!!

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A woman with too much knowledge was at risk for insanity. Their fragile mind couldn’t handle it. That’s what Lil had been told when she went against convention and became an attorney. The 1800’s had fewer women lawyers than women doctors. Her pride knew no bounds when she hung her shingle—L.M. Wentfield, Attorney At Law.

Drew was a struggling cattle rancher, building a fledging Hereford empire. He was working toward that goal when he was accused of rustling and faced possible hanging. He needed a lawyera good onea man. Chesterfield had one lawyera new oneL.M. Wentfield. He wasn’t prepared for a beautiful blonde with a sharp tongue and fiercely won independence.

Lil had no homemaking abilities. Her love was the law. And if the thoughts of the gray-eyed cowboy, who had the audacity to refuse her legal help stayed in her mind, she’d push them aside. She had nothing to offer a rancher . Even her wealth wouldn’t be considered an asset to a prideful man. And Drew Jackson was proud. So proud, he knew he couldn’t ask a woman of Lil’s stature to share his lifebut he wanted tofrom the moment he’d stolen that first kiss.

An Excerpt From One Shingle to Hang:

Everyone knew Lil Wentfield would never marry. What man would want her? She was too old, too set in her ways, and too damned opinionated. Granted, she was a real beauty, if you could get past all the other flaws. Long blonde hair, equally long legs, sparkling blue eyes, flawless skin, with just a hint of a European ancestor in the coloring. And lips, well to call them kissable would be doing them an injustice.

But spinster she was, with her hair coiled into a tight knot at the nape of her neck, as tight as the expression habitually worn on her lovely face. Wire rimmed glasses perched on her small nose, obscured flashes of emotion in those beautiful eyes. Except when it came to outrage. Then her eyes snapped, her spine stiffened, her chin raised, and she peered disdainfully at the offender.

Lil was like a badger when it came to proving her point and winning an argument. Her mother liked to say Lil was born arguing. What her father liked to say was more colorful and filled with disappointment. His only child compounded being born female, by having a mind of her own. Once Lil made a decision, she planted her feet firmly on the chosen path, and didn’t step off until her goal was accomplished.

Men found her unnerving. Lil Wentfield wouldn’t be any man’s ‘little woman’, her place in the home, serving her husband, and mothering children. She was unsettling; not material necessary for being the calming homemaker and acquiescent wife needed to soothe and support a man as he went about his business.

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A loud knock broke into her thoughts. “Come in,” she called out.

Nothing happened, then another knock. “Please, come in,” she called again.

Getting no response, Lil came around her desk and, with some irritation at the interruption, jerked open the door, nearly toppling the tall man who held the doorknob on the other side. He muttered something under his breath, and tried to regain his balance only to bump into Lil, throwing her off stride. She stumbled backwards and would have fallen if not for the man’s quick reaction. He grabbed Lil and, wrapping both arms around, pulled her to him. Then, in a parody of the two-step, he danced her to safety.

Lil felt herself falling, then rescued by two strong arms. Not only was she pulled up short, but she was wrapped tightly against a rock hard chest, her nose buried in the man’s damp shirt. A very pleasant smell greeted her nose. The scent of summer rain and witch hazel. She found the masculine odor intoxicating.

Neither moved. Then Lil raised her head and looked into a pair of dancing gray eyes. His arms never relaxed their grip; in fact, they seemed to tighten around her as his mouth twitched, then broke into a smile.

“Didn’t expect to end up with a beautiful woman in my arms. For a moment there, I expected to land on the rug, Ma’am. With you alongside me,” he added with a chuckle.

He loosened his grip and gently pushed her away from the warmth and safety of his chest. Lil stepped back, feeling as though she’d just had something precious taken from her. She realized her hands still gripped his arms. Like a hot potato, she dropped them and turned away from the man’s disturbing presence. Like a fox heading for her den, Lil scurried behind her desk and gratefully lowered her trembling body onto the waiting chair.

With the desk between them, she was once again in charge. “May I help you?” she asked coolly, hoping the tremble in her voice went unnoticed. “I called come in not once but twice.”

“Sorry, Ma’am. Guess I didn’t hear you. I was just fixing to open the door when you did just that. Are you okay?”

“Yes.” Lil answered with no desire to elaborate. “II appreciate you catching me. Now,” she hurried away from that topic, “to repeat myself, how may I help you?”

He smiled, as if knowing her thoughts. Walking over to the desk, he removed his hat and stood with it in his hands. “I apologize for dripping on your floor, but it’s raining like hel, uh, like heck out there.”

Lil tried not to look at how the ends of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. She focused instead on his hair, black and shiny with rain drops glistening on the wavy strands not covered by his hat. She didn’t realize she was staring at him until he shifted from foot to foot.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes,” Lil answered, pulling herself back to reality.

“What I’m here for is to see L.M. Wentfield, Attorney At Law.” He pointed at the window, in the direction of the sign.

Lil nodded. “Yes,” she said again. At this rate, he’d think she only had a one word vocabulary.

The man tilted his head to one side. “Could you direct me to L. M. Wentfield, Ma’am?”

“Of course I can. How may I help you?”

Two small furrows appeared between the man’s eyes. He peered closer at her. Perhaps he needed to try another approach.

“Ma’am, could I speak with your husband?”

“There is no husband,” Lil said with a hint of asperity.

“Oh,” he nodded as if finally understanding the problem. “I beg your pardon. I guess the person I need to see would be your father.”

“What for?” Now the furrows were between Lil’s eyes.

“Well, because I’m looking for him.”

“You’re looking for my father? Are you in need of a banker?”

“No. Not at all.” The smile was gone and those long lashed gray eyes of his had lost their twinkle. “A banker? Now why would you think I’d need a banker?”

“I didn’t think that, sir. You said it.”

“I did?” He shook his head and took a step back. He’d been thrown from horses and had his brain addled, but nothing compared to what this lovely young woman was doing to him.

“You did.”

“I guess I don’t rightly recall that. But,” he offered a weak smile, “I do remember asking to see your father.”

“Yes?” Lil let the word hang in the air. What was the matter with him?

His hands nervously fingered the brim of his wet hat. “I would like to see L.M. Wentfield, Attorney. If L.M. Wentfield isn’t your husband, and it appears he isn’t your father either, then who is he?”

“Me.” Lil sucked in her cheeks, delighted with the look on his face. Now it was all coming clear. Standing before her was a gorgeous specimen of man. Alas, it seemed he was also a specimen of man that had a preconceived notion of a woman’s role. And judging from the look on his face, it apparently wasn’t sitting behind a desk, attorney at large.

“You? You are L.M. Wentfield, Attorney At Law?”

Question 1: What is your favorite book of all time?

My favorite book of all time was Little Women. I still love it, but I’d have to say my adult favorite is The Thorn Birds. I read on an average a book a day, so I really have many favorites. It’s hard to pick just one.

Question 2: Where do you draw your inspiration for your books from?

I draw most of my inspiration from life. I also draw it from other books. I seem to live in a book world where stories waiting to be written swim around in my head. I can go camping, or for a drive, and get inspiration. I have to jot down my thoughts and title my ‘to be written’ books as they come to me. I love to write and have many stories waiting.

Question 3: Do you ever think of your characters as real people?

Yes, I tend to feel like my characters are actual people. Take for example my book Tears In The Wind. I know that if I drove to Sheridan, Wyoming, especially over the Big Horn Mountains, I’d run into Matt and see his ranch. That’s why I feel so sad whenever I finish writing a book. It’s as if there’s been a death and for days I miss my characters.

Question 4: Did you always know that you wanted to be a writer?

Yes, I always knew I wanted to write. When I was much younger, I wrote in my head-always cowboy stories. I love doing the research for my historical westerns. Medicine has been a large part of my life so you’ll find a hint, if not more, of medicine in most of my books. The 1800’s fascinate me. My life seems empty if I don’t have a book in progress. Thankfully, my husband understands and supports me. And my two Yorkies, Eli and Stormy stay beside me throughout the process. Eli is usually curled behind me on my office chair. And Stormy has a pillow in the window sill where she keeps an eye out for birds and cats.

Question 5: If you could be anything other than a human, what would it be and why?

Hmm. If I could be anything but a human being…I’d have to say a Yorkie. I love these smart little guys. They are loyal and fun. But beware, they are high maintenance. As a human, I’d say I’m high maintenance so that characteristic would fit. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade what I’m doing now for anything. Since I’ve retired and can spend more time writing my pleasure in the craft rises each day. I love seeing my books in print. And words fail me to describe what absolute joy I feel when someone tells me they’ve read my book and like it. I can live for months on a compliment. I have to hold myself from coaxing for more, more. I want to ask things like: did you like chapter three, how about when she…, could you see that scene, etc.

AUTHOR BIO

I live in Colorado with my husband and my two Yorkie kid dogs: Stormy, four pounds, and Eli, six pounds. I’m a native of Colorado, but I lived several years in Wyoming and Montana. I draw from these beautiful states for most of my books. My Western Historical Romances are: Montana Star, Sapphire Blue, Unconquerable Callie, Wyoming Heather, One Shingle To Hang, and of course my most recent, Montana Man, out in March. Tears In The Wind is a contemporary romance. Then I branched out and wrote, under the pen name of D. M. Woods, my first suspense/thriller: Death Crosses The Finish Line. The second book in this ‘death’ series, Death Is A Habit, came out January 8, 2014. I am currently working on the third book in the ‘death’ series, Death Walks C Dock as well as another historical western. I sincerely mean it when I say my greatest pleasure next to writing is having my books read and enjoyed. There are many more stories just waiting to be written.

Read of the Week! Samanthya Wyatt!!

Hi everyone. This week I am hosting author Samanthya Wyatt and her book The True One. In this post I have included a cover of the book, an special excerpt, and a photo of this incredible author. Please take a moment to read the interesting question and answer segment at the bottom. Then check out The True One for an amazing whirlwind of lust, love, and adventure. Enjoy!

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The blurb: “The True One”

Will the passion they share be enough? He must choose—her or revenge.
Captain Stephen Radbourn accepts an intriguing proposition which results in horror. His ship in splinters and his men captured, he is a broken man. A band of rebels rescue their leader from a dungeon, taking the near dead captain with them. Fearing capture and thinking the tortured man will die, they leave Stephen in the care of a woman, who he believes is an angel of mercy. A man of passion, with a trail of satisfied maidens to prove it, he finds his heart captured by the lovely widow. But she forces him to choose—her or revenge.

Jennifer Faircloth departed England full of a young girl’s fantasies of romance and adventure. Her young husband dies leaving her a widow to survive alone in a foreign land. When a near death English captain is dropped at her door, memories emerge of the family she foolishly left behind. While caring for him, her curious imagination turns to an overwhelming awareness she cannot deny. He must flee for his life and he takes her with him—back to England—back to the family she’d deserted. She wants her family to forgive her, but she wants Stephen’s love even more.

An excerpt, Enjoy an excerpt from The True One:

Warmth flowed from his hand smoldering her skin. Tingles of awareness attacked her senses. How long it had been since she’d been touched by a man. Still, she’d never felt such heat, such burning intensity. Her response shook her.
“If you can’t talk, it will be through no fault of mine.” Not if she could control the trembling he stirred within.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” He released her hand and leaned back. “I like that.”
It took every ounce of will to concentrate on her task and not his words. The man leered at her. There was no other word for it. His eyes watched her every move. Trying her best to ignore him—which was near impossible—she carefully scraped the hair from his jaw. Determined not to meet his eyes, she willed her fingers to be steady and not scar the man for life. Although, he currently presented a great number of scars.
She held her breath and then slowly released it after each scrape. Her chest hurt from nervous tension. Sending her mind elsewhere, she drew upon her memories of other times she’d done this. Pretending Stephen was her husband only sent more heat to her center, so she halted that line of thinking immediately. The two men were as different as night and day.
A ship’s captain. His size and his words hinted at the power he must have possessed before he’d been beaten and starved. Energy surrounded him as if he was a man who knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. Somehow she didn’t think he would need to use brute force. His fierce scowl was intimidating enough.
His features were somewhat handsome, not pretty like the dandies in London. Yet she found him incomparable. His green eyes, sharp and daring, pierced, and captivated her on contact. A sense of command in his dangerous gaze, then his eyes had gone soft, and he managed what could pass for a charming smile, considering the split lip on his handsome, swollen mouth. His full lips.
She mentally gave herself a good shake. Experience had taught her of men and their dominance over women. She may be attracted to his body, but she would never be vulnerable to a man again.
Somehow she managed to scrape his whiskers leaving his throat intact. She had no idea how she kept her fingers from trembling.
When she met his gaze, the devil’s eyes twinkled. He knew his disturbing effect on her. The scoundrel.
“I’ll empty this bowl and bring you fresh water for a bath.”
“Now that sounds like a fine idea.”
When she returned with a pail of water, his smirking grin was back in place.
“You can wash yourself.”
“How am I supposed to do that? My muscles are overwrought from having a shave. Never had a woman shear me before. Drained the energy right out of me.”
She would never admit, to him or herself, that the idea of running a cloth over his nude body sounded delectable.
“Very well.” She gave a little huff to disguise her inner emotion. She wrung the cloth and started on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to scrub the hide off me. I have very little left.”
She softened her movements. Two could play at this game.
Unsure of her hasty decision, and ignoring any thought of changing her mind, she caressed his muscles as she drew the cloth in circles. She’d never done anything so outrageous before. Her fingers slowed as she moved across his chest, making sure she covered every devilish inch.
Again, she dipped the cloth in the pan of water and wrung the excess. Her eyes fastened on springy, auburn curls glistening with moisture. She tried to swallow. Realizing she sat there with a stupefied look on her face, she glanced up to meet his all-knowing gaze. Good Lord, she’d never had a man look at her so. His green eyes electrified her. While staring into their depths, his irises darkened. The breath caught in her lungs. She dropped the cloth.
The sound of the light plop jerked her attention. “Oh.” She quickly recovered, wrung the cloth again, and rinsed away any remaining soap on his mantle of fur. Recalling his early statement, and mindful of his ribs, she eased the cloth down his torso, and lower. Her eyes caught on the sheet just below his . . .
The linen lifted.

Question 1:
Which book has been your favorite to write so far?
My contemporary, “Something More” was the most fun. But, I guess my current release “The True One” is my favorite book so far. “The Right One”, the first book in the One and Only Series, is about Kat and Morgan. Her brother is missing and she will do anything to find him. Book two of the series is Stephen’s Story. Why he was gone for two years, what happened to him, and a love story all his own. I created strong characters and tried to put a twist here and there and wanted them to be fun.

Question 2:
What has been the biggest challenge for you as a writer?
Getting Published. All I ever wanted was to see my book sitting on a shelf in the book store. I had so much to learn. First I had to make my MS the best it could be. Once I joined RWA, I took workshops and gained a wealth of information. I grew as a writer. Only then, my work was ready for submission.

Question 3:
Is there a favorite time of day you like to write?
I like to get up in the morning, have coffee and then hit the laptop. Takes me a while to focus and make any progress. But mornings are the best. Of course, anytime I can be alone where I won’t be interrupted is the best time to be creative.

Question 4:
Where do you draw your inspiration from?
Once I found historical romance novels, I couldn’t put a book down. I fell in love with the characters and needed to know their happy ending. Dashing Lords and pirates seem so romantic. A lot of my ideas pop into my head at night. When I go to bed, I finally have a chance to unwind. The day’s activities race through my mind. And sometimes, characters are born. The trick is remembering the next day.

And just for fun and to give the readers a little insight to you:
Question 5:
If you could include a soundtrack to your book, what are some of the songs that would be on it?

“Someday We’ll Be Together” by the Supremes was “our” song—hubby and me when we were teenagers. After 40 years, we’re still together.
So many romantic songs were created by Motown artists.

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
Stop in the Name of Love
Let’s Get it On
Can’t Help Myself
Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing
Baby Love
Standing in the Shadow of Love

I’ve had so much fun today. Thank you, Amy.
I love to hear from readers. Please visit my website here: http://www.samanthyawyatt.com

You can also find Samanthya Wyatt on Soul Mate Publishing, Hearts Through History, facebook, goodreads and amazon.

Buy links:

The Right One http:amzn.to/1lEk2qY
The True One http:amzn.to/1uSAlFl
Something More http:amzn.to/1mhTqw4

This Week’s Author: Erin Bevan!!

 

Hello everyone. This week on my blog I am hosting Erin Bevan and her book The Ranch Hand. I have read the blurb and I can not wait to check this book out. Below I have included the amazing blurb for her book and her bio. Also, there are some fun and interesting questions. I just love Erin’s answers and I am sure you will too. It sounds like to me like Erin has had an amazing life. Please check out her book. Enjoy!!

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Bio:

Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes, dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.

Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language, she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.

That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contact in her inbox was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in storied one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.

 

Blurb:

Jason Haverty is looking forward to the fall horse drive, until his boss and uncle informs him one of the new cowboys coming in to help will be riding his favorite horse. His annoyance is furthered when the cowboy turns out to be a cowgirl—a quick-witted and confident blonde beauty. Trying to avoid her doesn’t work. The more time he spends with her, the more an unexpected protectiveness toward her grows.

Bobby Jo’s Texas upbringing taught her to give just as good as she gets, a quality Jason finds frustrating and all the more endearing in this Southern Belle. When an accident on the trail places her in possible danger, Jason realizes she means more to him than he thought. The question is, does she feel the same?

Question 1:

When did you know you first wanted to be an author?

Umm.. probably when I was 25. Actually, until then I never enjoyed writing. I didn’t enjoy writing until I realized no one was making me write anything. In school, the thought of writing a research paper was a total mind suck. Now, that I can write whatever I want, I can’t get enough.

Question 2:

Where do you get your inspiration from?

Good question. Everyday things. Seeing children play, eating (that always seems to make me focus), talking with my girlfriends, or watching movies. Reading helps too, but if I don’t drink an espresso from Starbucks daily, the fires in this ol’ brain just don’t burn.

Question 3: 

Do you have a certain person in your life that you can always count on to bounce your ideas off of?

Mainly, my girlfriends. Any of them. I’ll ask them what they think about something and they’ll always chime in with a thought or an idea. Usually, the ideas are great and take me and my stories in whole new direction. A better direction.

Question 4:

What advice do you have for anyone aspiring to be a writer?

Well, that’s a good question, and one that I don’t really have a great answer for. I guess, my biggest advice would be to take classes. I gained all of my knowledge from on-line courses and joining critique groups. Take everything you read with a grain of salt. Sometimes, the hard and fast rules don’t always work for you and your story, but at the end of the day what really matters is you write what you want to write. Don’t write erotica just because everyone else is, or don’t write Christian just because your momma wants you to. Write what you want and what you don’t mind putting your name on.

 And just for fun and to give the readers an insight to you:

Question 5:

If you could meet any person-past or present-who would it be and what one question would you ask?

I would probably ask Eve- why did you eat that blastin’ apple? A Snickers bar dangling in front of you, sure, I could understand. But an apple? Seriously?

Buy Link:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Ranch-Hand-Erin-Bevan-ebook/dp.BOONESA51Y/ref sr 1 5?ie UTF8&qid 1422554670&sr 8-5&keywords The+Ranch+Hand

Research Erin:

Website: http://www.erinbevan.come

Facebook: https://wwww.facebook.com/erinbevanwrites

Twitter: @ErinBevan

 

 

Book Of the Week: Perfect honest by Linda O’Connor!1

This week I am featuring Linda O’Connor and her book Perfectly Honest! Please check out what she has in store for you. Enjoy!

 

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Amy – thank you very much for inviting me today!

 

Perfectly Honest by Linda O’Connor

You never know where your words will take you…
When Mikaela Finn agreed to be Sam’s ‘fiancée’ for a weekend, she probably should have told him that she’s a doctor.

Sam O’Brien, aka ‘Dr. Eye Candy’, is trying to shed his playboy reputation and convince a small town hospital that he’s ready to settle down. But when his ‘fiancée’ helps deliver a baby in the middle of the meet and greet, it’s a bit of a shock. If he’d known the whole truth, he might have done things a little differently because somehow his ‘fiancée’ ends up stealing his job and his heart. Not exactly the change he wanted.

Lies and deceit – it’s a match made in heaven!

Do you have a certain person that you can always turn to to bounce ideas off of?
Well I can’t say I bounce ideas very often. Occasionally I’ll be writing and laugh out loud and my husband or son might ask about it. Once I was having trouble with the hero’s response in a conversation – it sounded more like my voice than a male’s, so I ran it by my eldest son to see how he would say it. I’ve written 2 stories about a hockey team, and another one of my sons played high-level hockey, so I picked his brain about phrases used by the players on the ice and in the dressing room. That’s the handy thing about having sons!
Where is your favorite place to write your book?
We have a house on the water and I love to sit and write where I can look at the lake. When the weather is warm, I’ll write outside. I also write when I’m travelling – on the train or plane. It makes the time go by quickly. I heard a tip at a writer’s conference about writing on a computer in public. They suggested changing the colour of the font to gray so it couldn’t be read over your shoulder. Not that my work is top secret, but I do that now!

What has been the biggest inspiration for you?                                                                                          The need to teach has been the biggest inspiration for my writing. I’m a physician and a large part of my job is to teach people about their health in a way that they can understand. Initially my idea was to weave medical teaching into a romantic comedy. Now that Perfectly Honest has been published, I’ve also used humorous posts on my website.

Have you considered writing in any other genres? If so, which ones?
I’ve co-authored a Physical Examination Manual – a guide for medical students learning clinical skills. For fiction, though, I’ll stick to contemporary romance novels. One of my stories has a bit of a mystery to it, but I like the happily-ever-after endings of romance novels.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Why?
I would pick teletransportation as my superpower. No more searching for a parking spot, getting stuck at airports, hours on the train, worries about driving in winter weather. I want to be able to blink, visit my mom for lunch and blink, come home for dinner with my family. (If I could have 2 superpowers, someone else would make the dinner.)

Perfectly Honest Book Trailer Video

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Perfectly Honest was released on Jan. 14, 2015. Buy link:
http://www.amazon.com/Perfectly-Honest-Linda-OConnor-ebook/dp/B00S77IW9O

Bio:
I’ve been writing romance novels for three years and sincerely thank Debby Gilbert at Soul Mate Publishing for the ultimate encouragement to my writing – with the leap to publishing. I have many titles including Doctor, Mom, and proud Canadian, but “Linda O’Connor – hereinafter called the Author” on the SMP contract was one of the sweetest.
Contemporary romantic comedies are my favorite novels to read and write. I balance writing with my work as a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic and being a mom to three sons (luckily grown and capable of throwing together a decent meal, in a pinch). I also like to keep active and cycle, cross-country ski, skate, walk with my husband, or dance every day.
Laugh every day. Love every minute.

Visit Linda’s website: http://www.lindaoconnor.net
Like Linda on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Linda-OConnor/229838333874258

Follow Linda on Twitter: https://twitter.com/lindaoconnor98

READ OF THE WEEK!! KATIE TELLER

Hey Everyone,

This week’s book to read is called Banded by Katie Hamstead. I am hosting Katie on my blog today and I have included a short excerpt of her book as well as some fun questions. Check out her interesting answers.

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Title: Branded

Author: Katie Hamstead

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing

Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense

Blurb:

Terrorists have invaded Sydney, and Allison King barely escapes her brother’s wedding reception alive. She and her siblings flee, but their parents are killed by firing squad.

Now Ali’s on the run and terrified. While searching for other survivors, she is captured by the General who leads the invasion. He’s smitten by Ali, and when she refuses to submit to his whims, he brands her for death. In a wild act of defiance, she snatches the branding rod and sears the mark onto his face. Marking not only him but also sealing her fate. Ali manages to escape and flees into the bush once more where she finds a group in hiding. Even with the scars left by the General, Ali learns to love and falls in love with the young man who found her—Damien Rogers.

But the General is hunting her. When he discovers their location, and finds her with another man—Damien—his wrath is kindled and his obsession is inflamed. Ali must put herself on the line or the General could kill her family, those who help her, and most significantly, the man she loves.

Question 1: What made you first decide to become an author?

It just kind of happened. I’ve been writing stories since I was a kid, and over the years it just evolved. As a new mother, I wanted to work from home, so I decided to look into what it would take to get published. So I cleaned up my work, and queried around. I’ve been blessed to have this opportunity to do something I love to help my family while staying home to raise my child.

Question 2: Where do you get the ideas for your books?

All over the place. Music, movies, other books, new reports, history. There’s no limit to where inspiration comes from.

Question 3: What’s your favorite part of being an author?

As I said before, doing something I love while being able to stay at home to raise my child, or soon to be children. Sometimes dividing my attention can be difficult, but doing both roles is the most fulfilling feeling.

Question 4: What authors did you read growing up?

Let me see… Elyne Mitchell, J.K. Rowling, John Marsden, Jeanne Betancourt, and Bonnie Bryant. My younger years had a horse theme ha ha!

Question 5: If you could take a trip anywhere in the world, where would it be? Why?

The Mediterranean. I’d love to see the ancient word from Rome to Damascus, and from Macedonia all the way own the Nile. I just think the ancient world is so fascinating and there’s so much to be explored and discovered. So much of the world as we know it was born there.

Ok questions done!

And now an excerpt:

We pushed through some bushes. Damien sat on an outcropping, facing west. He hadn’t heard us coming, but sang with all his conviction into the twilight sky. The whole scene was so beautiful that I paused, mesmerized.

“He’s waiting for you,” Kelly whispered. “Go to him.”

I gazed at her. “No, I don’t—”

“Yes, you do.” She pushed me forward, and I stumbled through the bushes onto the rock surface.

He smiled at me, still singing, and patted the rock. I sat beside him as the sun set. Between the verse and the chorus, he paused. “Sing with me, Ali.”

“No, I . . .” I paused my protest as he continued singing. “You have a beautiful voice.”

He smiled down at me without stopping. I hummed along with him. I rested against his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around my waist. Slowly, I started to sing with him.

He looked down at me as we finished the song together and smiled. “You have a beautiful voice, too. Why did you try to hide it?”

My cheeks warmed. “Singing seems fickle now.”

“Singing can lift the heavy soul.”

About the Author:

Born and raised in Australia, Katie’s early years of day dreaming in the “bush”, and having her father tell her wild bedtime stories, inspired her passion for writing. After graduating High School, she became a foreign exchange student where she met a young man who several years later she married. Now she lives in Arizona with her husband, daughter and their dog. She has a diploma in travel and tourism which helps inspire her writing. She is currently at school studying English and Creative Writing. Katie loves to out sing her friends and family, play sports and be a good wife and mother. She now works as a Clerk with a lien company in Arizona to help support her family and her schooling. She loves to write, and takes the few spare moments in her day to work on her novels.

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