I've been asked to participate on Friday with the historical romance section since my last book Angel and the Lawman is based in 1895. Most of the authors are running a contest and offering a prize at the end of the day if you answer their question correctly. SirenBookstrand is offering Strandbucks at the end of the week for the winners as well. So read along each day, make comments and answers the questions if you can. I will offer a free copy of Angel and the LawMan in pdf format to the person who can answer the question at the end of my post.
Please check us out at: Romance Readers GroupFirst let me say, that I have been writing since I was a teenager, but never tried to get published until recently. I traveled all over the U.S. selling medical equipment and playing tag with my husband of 32 years.....yes, I'm old, but that doesn't mean I'm dead. I love romance and how people get introduced. I met my hubby by smashing a volleyball into his teeth during a water volleyball tournament. I guess blood and the Florence Nightengail syndrome really does work. Now I don't suggest that for everyone, but I felt guilty and he was fascinated by a strong woman who could take him on and win. I suppose that's why all my female characters are strong and independent.
I always wanted to meet a man that would accept me for me and we could share a life together because we wanted to be together instead of needing each other to survive. I've noticed I seem tocreate my heroes with that in mind as well. For years I used to write fanfiction under the pen name StormyNite. I was really quite good in changing the weak characters into strong virile male heroes, and the heroines into independent woman who love romance, but don't need a man to survive. Check out my latest heroine, and all the free stuff at my website BW Starmer Creations. Don't forget to check out my latest novel Angel and the LawMan where Alexandra O'Shay Wild discovers that strength and independence not only gets you in trouble, but makes for some very unusual friends. It never ceases to amaze me where people meet each other. Check it out with this quick peek:
The paper-thin walls of the Hasting House’s dining room filtered minimal noise from the street, so she ignored it out of habit. Without warning, gunfire followed by a woman’s high-pitched scream interrupted her perusal of the menu…so much for eating. Alex sighed and listened to the scuffling sounds on the other side of the swinging doors between the lobby and the dining room. Moments later, chaos erupted throughout the hotel until finally the dining room door burst open.
“Out of my way,” snarled the burly man with a mustache as he pulled the hinges off the door. He ran headlong for the back door and straight toward Alexandra.Shouts, yelling, and pounding footsteps aimed in her direction announced more trouble. Alex moved her chair slightly to see both the front and back entrances, just as the man reached her table. He turned, pulled his gun, and fired at the entry doors now hanging loosely from their hinges.
Without a second thought, Alex shoved her foot in front of the obnoxious man just as he turned. He crashed to the floor at her feet. One swift kick from her foot and the gun, still in his hand, rolled end-over-end toward a table in the corner. Alex stepped sideways out of reach and watched him closely.
“Damn you, bitch!” The man scrambled to his feet. He lunged toward her only to have one knee buckle beneath him. Surprise and instant pain overwhelmed and enraged him further. She slapped him hard across the face as a pistol cocked behind the man’s ear. He froze, staring at Alex’s eyes. She smiled knowingly.
A smooth baritone voice oozed over the crowd. “Last I checked, I haven’t missed anything at this range in years.” The uncomfortable silence that followed made the air in the room stifling as everyone held their breath and waited.
“This ain’t none of your business.” The burly man struggled to his feet with a groan as he turned to address the new threat behind him.A swift blow to the jaw greeted him, and he crumpled to the floor unconscious. The adjoining door burst open, and all eyes but Alex’s turned to the sheriff chambering another shell in his rifle as he marched through the room.
A stranger’s cool blue eyes met hers. The room exploded in a mass of voices all talking at once, striving for personal attention from the sheriff. Alexandra O’Shay opted to slip out the back door unnoticed by all…except one.
Win your free copy by answering this question: Who did the cover for Angel and the Lawman? Jinger Heaston does most of the covers for SirenBookstrand, but not this one.Find your answer here. Send your answer to Sandys36@yahoo.com
Enjoy and Happy Reading!
Remember to check us out all week and see how many questions you can answer and win a prize!
Barb


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