RELEASE DAY PARTY!!!
The Chief’s Proposal
Thank you for sharing this special day with me, Vonnie. Let me start by telling you a little about myself.
I live in a small town outside of Gainesville, Florida, with my husband. Our combined four children are all grown and live in Florida as well. They’ve given us seven beautiful granddaughters, no grandsons, which hardly seems fair.
I love to read, write, play games and watch football. I was a stay at home mom until the high school years, and then tried my hand at retail management, dental assisting and home healthcare. Nothing has been as much fun as stretching out my imagination by writing. I still consider myself more of a story teller than a writer though. Maybe that’s because I’m so new at it. I don’t feel I’ve earned the title yet.
After winning a short story contest with Harlequin, I caught the writing bug and started classes to learn more about the craft. I’m not sure I’ll ever finish learning, but does anyone?
The Chief’s Proposal was the first story I seriously submitted for publication. I was truly shocked when The Wild Rose Press took an interest in it.
To launch The Chief’s Proposal, I’d like to give away a PDF copy. I hope everyone will add their email addresses to their comments, if they’d like to be in the running.
What is your life like away from the computer? Tell us something about your household.
My life is crazy. I work as a home healthcare provider for the elderly.
At home, I have a daughter and three granddaughters that live close by and run through the house at any given time. The others live too far away. My husband tries to run interference, but often gives up and hides, overwhelmed by the estrogen levels, I think.
What authors and genres do you like to read?
There are more than a thousand books in my house and about 500 on my kindle. The authors I collect are too numerous to list. I read romance, suspense, mystery, paranormal, the backs of cereal boxes. I can’t stop. It’s an addiction.
What is your writing schedule like?
I wish I had a writing schedule. I often plan a chapter during the day, and then knock it out in the middle of the night while I’m alone.
How do you research your storylines or locations?
Ideas for storylines come easy. I have an index box full. As far as research, I’m never afraid to ask questions. Seriously, I’ll talk to anyone.
In my opinion, I live in the best location in the world, small town, North Florida. It’s a lot like Three Trees, Georgia, where The Chief’s Proposal takes place. My only regret is that I’m so far away from book stores, reading or writing clubs. The nearest RWA chapter is more than an hour and a half away.
What part of the writing process brings you the most pleasure? The most angst?
I get the most pleasure from writing the outline and bios for my main characters. What can I say, I’m a Virgo.
The worst part is the end. Hitting the send button on my computer twists my stomach into a knot.
Tell us about your current release…or soon to be release.
The Chief’s Proposal is a marriage of convenience story. Brett and Ginny are opposites in every way possible, but need each other to achieve their goals. They find out that their differences add a lot of spice to their lives. But, their biggest obstacle is learning to trust.
Ginny Dearing has finally realized her goal of teaching, but finding a position is proving impossible. After exhausting all possibilities, an Internet ad is her only hope. In a small town hundreds of miles away there is a job with one huge string attached...a husband.
Burned by love once, Brett Silverfeather finds his bachelor life more than satisfying. He’s facing re-election for sheriff, but this time the voters are looking for a family man. Brett finds himself pursuing a marriage he doesn’t want.
Ginny and Brett are opposite in every way, but opposites do attract. Can Brett protect his heart as well as he does his town? Can Ginny hide a secret past that could possibly destroy her future?
When Ginny stood on a sandbar in the center of the lake the water reached a few inches above her waist. She flipped her hair back and rubbed the water from her eyes. Just as she opened her eyes she heard a familiar deep voice behind her.
“Public nudity is a serious crime in my town, Mrs. Silverfeather. You’re under arrest. Come out with your hands up.”
Ginny crossed her arms over her breasts and spun around. She found Brett kneeling at the water’s edge smiling at her. Havoc was tied up next to Cin at the edge of the clearing. Bear was at Brett’s side having his ears scratched…the traitor. He hadn’t made a sound to warn her someone was approaching. Of course, he wouldn’t have taken Brett as a threat, but still, he knew she was naked. Oh damn, so did Brett now. How much had he seen before he’d said anything.
Ginny dropped to her knees to hide herself and had to struggle to keep her face above water. She thought about her options. She didn’t have a towel and she didn’t have dry clothes. The thin white sundress she’d left on a bush was several yards away and would be transparent over her wet skin. She realized she only had one option. She’d stay in the water until he went away. As stubborn as he was, she expected to be the size and texture of a prune by then.
Brett looked around the clearing. His mind must have been going down the same path. “I’d say you’ve gotten yourself into a little bit of a pickle, Dove. What are you going to do now?”
“If you were a gentleman, you’d turn your back.” As much as Ginny wanted to sound indignant, her voice wavered and her teeth chattered.
“Will it make you any less naked?”
Brett stood, still smiling, and drew his good arm out of his T-shirt. He pulled it over his head before sliding it off his injured shoulder. He left the shirt on a dry rock and backed a few feet away before turning around.
Ginny had already noticed the way his jeans rode an inch or two below the low waistband of his briefs. He had one of those half in half out type belly buttons and what was called a pleasure trail of thin black hair.
With his back turned and his feet planted several inches apart, his bottom was tight and round. The legs of his jeans fit snuggly over heavy muscles in his thighs. She wondered if the day would ever come, when she would be free to explore all the intriguing areas of his body.
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