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Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Character Interview Blog Hop - Heroes! #MeetTheHero



Thanks for stopping by today for the fourth week of the Character Interview Blog Hop - HEROES series where you'll be introduced to leading men from a variety of genres by different authors.

Last week we met the irresistible heartthrob from author Debra Druzy over on her BLOG. Nick Knight is the hero from her contemporary romance SLEEPING WITH SANTA.
 
In today's interview I'd like to introduce you to William Montgomery, the blacksmith hero from my paranormal romance, A FISTFUL OF FATE.


Would you die for love...twice?


William Montgomery, a blacksmith wrongly sentenced to death in 1806 for the murder of the woman he loved, cannot rest. As a ghost, he's been bound to Clayton Creek for over two hundred years…waiting for the soul of his true love to find him and finally set him free.

I'm meeting up with Will at a small table in the back corner of the Whipple Inn, across the street from his Blacksmith shop. He walks in and approaches the table, his white shirt, barely able to contain his well-muscled arms, tucked neatly into his black trousers. His blue eyes light up as he smiles and accepts the mugs of ale I've taken the liberty of ordering for him.

"Will, I'm so glad you could take a few minutes to do this interview with me."

He stares into the mug, taking a deep breath before leaning back against his chair with a sigh. "I welcome a few moments of distraction."

"I promise not to take too much of your time away from the blacksmith shop .I think after being a ghost trapped in this village for over two hundred years my readers would love to know if you have one real fear?"

"That the witch lied. Two hundred years gives a man a long time to think, not much else to do really. Think and wait. And in all that time I've had to hold on to the hope that Maeve and her magic pearls would be the answer that would finally bring me peace. Without Rebecca I would have welcomed death years go."

I want to reach out and touch his strong hand, but he grabs the mug of ale and takes a long sip. His intense blue eyes take in everyone seated around us, but he remains quiet, deep in thought. "Have you told anyone else about this fear?"

"Maeve very well knows my feelings on the matter. It is a little hard to hide ones feelings over two hundred years. She's always reminding me to mind my temper, some days I am more successful at achieving that goal than others." He winks and I melt just a little at his charm.

"I can't imagine what it's like being a ghost, but now that you're back as a living breathing man, do you ever need some time alone?"

"I didn't think I would. After all that time watching the people come and go, wishing I could breath the air, smell the lavender that so reminds me of Rebecca, I didn't expect to want or need to be alone. But does anything ever goes as one plans? Fortunately for me this village is a very dark and quite place at night, perfect for reflecting on the day and the problems that need conquering. Or for walking off that temper I am constantly reminded of."

"While you're out there walking the streets at night reflecting, do you ever think about the one person that made the most positive influence on your life?"

He leans across the table, his eyes now intently focused on me. A half smile slides across his lightly whiskered cheeks, still I sink lower in my chair from the intensity of his glare. His large palms finally come to rest against the wood of the table. "Rebecca. I'd never heard the birds in the trees or smelled the lavender in the fields before her. Every good thing I was before that tragic night was simply because of her presence in my life. She was a schoolteacher you know, taught me more than I thought I needed to learn."

"So, that brings me to my last question. What are you most ashamed of?"

A flash of anger sparks across his beautiful blue eyes, turning them a stormy gray. With a finger to his temple he bites into his lower lip, and I instantly regret asking the one question I probably should have left off the table for this interview. But, heck, he's the hero and I know he can handle it even it makes him squirm a little bit.

He finishes the ale and slams the mug on the wood. "Shame is not the word to describe my torment. Frustration that I let Reginald best me, anger that she got in the way and took that bullet meant for that bastard. Those are better words to describe my emotions. I would never have taken that shot and I've lived with the memory of that night for far too long. That I was so quickly condemned and executed for her death should have brought shame, but it didn't. Disgust and a seething desire for justice took it's place in my heart a long time ago. But, the pearls...they give me hope that I can make things right, that Rebecca can forgive me. Because nothing else matters to me. Nothing."


"Will, thanks for the stopping by. I'm going to let you get back over to the blacksmith shop, I know you've got work to do and I don't want to keep you any longer."

He shakes my hand and leans over to kiss my cheek before he leaves the Whipple Inn. Rebecca is one lucky woman!

A Fistful of Fate
 


Would you die for love...twice?

William Montgomery, a blacksmith wrongly sentenced to death in 1806 for the murder of the woman he loved, cannot rest. As a ghost, he's been bound to Clayton Creek for over two hundred years…waiting for the soul of his true love to find him and finally set him free.

Rebecca Prescott, tormented by a strange recurring nightmare of her ancestor’s murder, is drawn to a two-week colonial reenactment at the scene of the ancient crime. She expects to put her nightmares to rest, instead she finds one charming blacksmith and past life memories of an undying love.

William needs to break the witch's curse by winning Rebecca's love in the present and earning her forgiveness for the past before his fistful of magic pearls disappear and he's condemned to Clayton Creek forever. 

Can Rebecca’s soul finally reunite with her destined love or will she repeat the past and die once again for the man she loves?




Be sure to check back next week as the Character Interview Blog Hop continues when Stephanie Kepke interviews her hero Zach Gold from her new woman's fiction release, A NEW LIFE.

Bio: Stephanie Kepke writes women's fiction with heart, humor and a dash of spice. Her short story, A New Life, will be out from The Wild Rose Press on February 25, 2015. Her articles and essays have appeared in numerous publications. In her pre-child life she was an arts reporter and music journalist. She lives on Long Island with her husband, three sons and two slightly crazy rescue dogs in a very chaotic house... To learn more about Stephanie's writing, please visit her website at http://stephaniekepke.com/



Monday, January 26, 2015

Snow Day Crockpot Chicken & Dumplings #crockpotdinner

Winter. New York. The first blizzard of 2015.

Time to break out the crockpot!

With the expected snowfall amounts increasing by the hour, I plan to spend my day getting some unexpected words on the WIP...and getting dinner out of the way early is a bonus.

Right now I'm in revision/edit mode on the first in my time travel series to the California Gold Rush in 1851 and having a blast writing my sheriff, Sam Harden. I can't wait to introduce you to him!

Back to dinner...

This is a super easy crockpot dinner that is a favorite in my house (in other words...all three kids will eat it!)

CROCKPOT CHICKEN & DUMPLINGS

Boneless chicken thighs (I buy the large family pkg - at least 10-12 thighs)
2 cans cream of chicken soup
2 cans biscuits
garlic powder & pepper to taste

Toss the chicken in the crockpot. Cover with the cans of soup - add a full soup can of water. Sprinkle with some garlic powder and pepper.  Cook on low about 6 hours.

30 minutes before serving...open the cans of biscuits. Rip each biscuit in half and place on top of the chicken/gravy. Cover and let rise to cook as dumplings. (You CAN use one can...my kids love the biscuits, so I make 2 cans)

Serve with a side veggie and Enjoy!


Saturday, January 3, 2015

A 2015 Mantra! #WordstoLiveBy

Over the last few years I have opted out of the whole "New Year Resolutions" game and went instead with the idea of adopting a few phrases that can inspire me throughout the year.

This year after some thought on where I've been this past year and how I want to reshape my life this year...this is what I came up with.

Find your TRIBE. Surround yourself with people that share your values and vision.

You are ENOUGH. Embrace everything that makes you - you.

Never stop DREAMING. Everyday you have a chance to take a new step toward making that dream come true.

Never Surrender!!

It's taken me quite a number of years, but I can honestly say I have a wonderful group of friends that I trust completely with my secrets, my successes and all the strange moments that get me from point A to point B! Yes, finding my TRIBE has been a long road, but it was worth the wait!

The concept of being ENOUGH is a constant struggle. Am I thin enough? am I witty enough, organized enough, driven enough for the society I live in? You know what? WHO CARES!!! This year I asked my stylist to add vivid purple streaks to my hair, because I love purple - and I don't care what anyone thinks about it. This year I wrote a series of sweet novellas because I wanted a change from spicy romance - and I enjoyed it! I'm on the path to embracing the real me (the tattoo is coming!) and I'm having a blast. I'm enough for ME, more than enough...and that's what counts!

I don't ever plan to stop DREAMING! I truly believe that when we stop dreaming and reaching for the stars is the day we end up in the rocking chair with the remote control and nothing else to live for. Nope, that's not going to be me.

What about you?

Happy 2015 my friends...we're in for a wild ride, enjoy every minute!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Banana Blueberry Bread and Tsu #Mondayblogs #recipe

 This weekend as I stared at the bananas on the counter I knew banana bread was going to be the weekend bread of choice...but I just can't seem to keep to the basic recipe and found myself adding blueberries to the batter.

The smell as it was baking filled my kitchen with sweet aromas, I knew this was going to be a winner.

Even the kids who turn up their noses when they see chunks of fruit in my bread grabbed a slice as soon as it was cool enough to cut.

Success!

Banana Blueberry Bread


2 Cups flour
1 1/2 tsp baking powde
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
1/8 tsp ground nutmeg
1 Cup sugar
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 Cup melted butter
1 1/2 Cup mashed bananas
4 oz. blueberries

Cinnamon sugar for topping

Preheat oven to 350. Grease bottom and sides of standard loaf pan.
Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. Mix eggs and melted butter in a small bowl and then add to the dry mixture and combine. Mash up the bananas with a fork in the small bowl, add to the wet mixture. Fold in blueberries. Sprinkle the top with a cinnamon sugar mixture. Bake 50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Cool in pan 15 minutes, then release from pan on baking rack and continue cooling.
Enjoy.

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As 2014 winds down and I had finally thought I had a pretty good handle on the social media outlets that work for me...enter Tsu.

With a Facebook-like interface there is a fairly small learning curve, and with all the coming rules on Facebook that will only make it even more difficult for me to interact with fans and friends - this new venture just might pick up some steam. Already many of the authors I know and follow on Facebook are there. Will it take off? That's anyone's guess and although I don't relish the idea of adding another social media time suck to my already crowded day...I think I'm going to wade into the Tsu waters and see where it goes.

If you pop on over...look me up!