I’d like to welcome Kat Flannery to my blog today. She’s answered a few questions and also supplied the blurb and excerpt of her book, Chasing Clovers. (She’s allowing readers to experience the first chapter.) Sounds good.
Oh, and what a lovely cover.
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What first got you interested in writing? What has kept you doing it?
I’ve always loved to write. It wasn’t so much as a hobby but a way to express my thoughts on paper. As I grew older the craft became so much more. I needed to write to feel whole. Ideas for articles, storylines and characters would pop into my head on a regular basis and if I didn’t write, they wouldn’t go away.
Do you have the support of your family and friends? Has that support always been there, or has it changed since being published?
My husband and children have always supported me in anything that I do. With my writing they never once said I couldn’t do it, but encouraged me when rejections came in and pushed me to continue my dream of being a published author. My extended family and friends have been wonderful as well they were all the first ones in line to purchase a copy.
What would you say is your most interesting writing quirk? Strangest habit? Is there anything you have to do before you start writing?
My interesting writing quirk is that I cannot read a book while I’m writing one, which really drives me crazy since I am such an avid reader. Hmmm, strangest habit would have to be my portable heater. Even when it’s warm outside I have it on. I never sit down to write without Dean Martin singing in the background, and a few candles burning.
What advice would you give to a new writer?
Never give up. As a writer you have to learn to take criticism, and grow a tough skin. There will be rejections, that is all part of the process and it is never personal. But it will make you stronger as a writer and an individual.
What has been the biggest challenge of your career so far?
Learning how to do social media without getting too overwhelmed. Thank goodness for Imajin Books who guided me onto the process of twitter, Facebook, my website and all the other fun things you can do. It’s a learning experience that I hope I’m getting better at.
Has a reader ever complimented you on your writing?
Yes, and it means so much. After all that is who I write for. What was the best thing you ever heard, and who told it to you? I was told by Lillian Cauldwell CEO of Passionate World Radio Inc. “I enjoyed reading it. It kept me captivated. I couldn’t stop reading it. It also, ahem, brought tears to my eyes.”
What are you working on now? Could you give us a little taste?
I am currently working on my next novel. It’s a paranormal historical romance. I love history, and I especially love the cowboy era. This time I thought I’d put a little twist on it with the paranormal. I am excited to finish it and see where my characters will lead me.
Tell us about your latest book.
Set in 1884, Mail Order Bride, Livy Green is running from an elusive past. John Taylor and his children may be her only chance at salvation. Livy cannot seem to forgive herself for the death of her child, and resents everyone around her especially John’s two children.
Chasing Clovers is about hope—knowing that even on your darkest days there is always hope.
How can people find out more about you?
I love hearing from my readers. You can connect with me on my website.
Thank you, Theresa Stillwagon, for having me on your blog.
Kat’s links —
Mail order bride, Livy Green, is desperate to escape the memories of her past. John Taylor will never love another woman again, but his children need a mother. Will they learn to trust each other, or will their pasts interfere?
Longing to escape the awful memories and the saloon she once sang in, Livy Green lies about her past so she can be a wife to John Taylor and mother to his two young children. Overwhelmed by the task, she struggles to put her resentment aside and love them as her own.
John loved his first wife and is still heartbroken over the loss, but he needs a mother for his children. When his distant and unfriendly mail order bride arrives, he begins to doubt his decision, though one glance into Livy’s terrified green eyes tells him he can’t turn his back on her.
As Livy’s past catches up with her and suspicious accidents begin to happen on the ranch, she is tempted to come clean and tell John the truth. But will he send her back if she does? Or will they forever be CHASING CLOVERS?
The stagecoach pitched to a stop, jostling Livy Green from fitful nightmares of a past she longed to bury and the stranger she was about to marry. Her neck stiff and her back aching, she massaged her shoulders. She straightened and tried to stretch her arms, but the tiny space wouldn’t allow it.
A loud sigh blew from her lips when she realized how rumpled her clothes were. Frowning, she ran her hands along her skirt. Nothing but a hot iron would get the wrinkles out. With only two other dresses in her wardrobe, and no time to change anyway, she had no choice but to meet her fiancé looking as she did.
Her stomach dropped. What if I’m not what he’s expecting?
She peered out the window and wasn’t surprised to see a few North West Mounted Police mingling with the other townspeople. Their bright red uniforms stood out like apples on a tree. She reached for her satchel and held it tightly before she stepped out the small door. You can do this. She squeezed the handle on her luggage. You have to.
Fort Calgary was a bustling town with two hotels on either side of the street, a small dress shop with ladies hats and fabric displayed in the window, and a red-bricked bank on the northwest corner. She watched people walking along the wooden planks and filtering in and out of the shops.
A loud squeal sounded behind her.
Livy jumped. She was almost trampled by a young boy running from his mother. Her heart lurched at the sight of the child. The familiar ache inside her soul willed her to look away. But she continued to watch mother and child until they disappeared inside the mercantile.
She took a deep breath, forced all thoughts of the past out of her mind and scanned the streets again. Her face flushed when she thought of what she was about to do.
Bag in hand, she spotted the blacksmith across the street next to the barbershop. Her stomach twisted at the sight of the saloon two buildings down. The all too familiar swinging doors waved back and forth, taunting her. Two drunken cowboys left the saloon, weaving their way down the boardwalk.
Livy clenched the satchel and tensed.
She turned away, closed her eyes, and took another deep breath. Here she would be the wife to John Taylor―a man she’d never met―and stepmother to his two children.
She took another breath. She would start over. Again.
She surveyed the busy boardwalk in search of a tall man with dark hair. Almost every man she saw fit the description he had given her, so she decided to move over to the bench in front of the mercantile and wait for Mr. Taylor to find her. Hands folded together on her lap. She tapped her toe restlessly. Where could he be?
A rough looking cowboy sauntered toward her. His brown greasy hair, and ripped denims were paired with an evil smile.
Livy tucked her chin into her chest. Oh, please don’t let that be him. She’d seen his type before and knew what they were capable of. The man lingered beside her for a few moments before continuing on down the boardwalk.
She sighed with relief. How am I going to do this?
No longer Angel Green, she was now Olivia Green. The past was far behind her, except on those long dark nights that would not allow her to escape it.
She chewed on her bottom lip and stared at the busy street.
Her new life would begin here. She would survive.
She blew out a shaky breath. It was all she knew how to do.
“Olivia?” a male voice asked.
A tall man stood beside her, his hat pulled low so she couldn’t see his eyes. He hesitated, then extended his hand. “Olivia?” He had a polite, resonating voice.
She shaded her eyes with a hand. “Livy will do fine.” She was uncomfortably aware of his presence as he towered over her.
He smiled and took off his hat. Wavy black hair curled above the collar of his coat and his skin was tanned from the sun. He looked nothing like the dirty cowboy. Thank goodness. Instead, he wore a clean flannel shirt tucked into faded denim pants.
“John Taylor. Good to finally meet you. My buckboard is over there.” He pointed the way, then peered around. “Where are your trunks?”
“I only have this one.”
Her cheeks reddened as she lifted her tattered brown satchel. She held it slightly behind, not wanting him to see the holes and stains on it.
Nodding, he offered his arm. She ignored it. Friendly eyes stared back at her. After what had happened to her in Great Falls, she hated being touched by men.
“Do not be insulted, Mr. Taylor,” she said, staring at his boots, “but I’d rather you show me the way instead.”
She headed in the direction he’d pointed out earlier. When she heard a low chuckle from behind, she pursed her lips and walked faster. I need no one, least of all a man.
In truth, she needed John Taylor more than she could admit.
As soon as she reached the buckboard, she tossed the satchel up onto the seat, gathered her skirts and climbed up. She had sat down when she noticed he was still standing on the walk.
“Uh, Miss Green?” He tipped his hat back, crossed well muscled arms and smiled at her. “That’s not my buckboard.”
Her face flooded with heat.
If this wasn’t his wagon, why hadn’t he said something earlier, instead of watching her make a fool of herself?
Her eyes misted. How had she gotten here, in this place, with a man she didn’t even know? She swallowed. How could she have thought he was the answer to her problems?
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kat Flannery has loved writing ever since she was a girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not writing or in school, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate and a great book. Kat has had her writing published in numerous periodicals. Her first novel, Chasing Clovers, was released by Imajin Books this Fall. She is now hard at work on her next book. When not focusing on her creative passions, Kat is busy with her three young boys and doting husband.
Website – http://www.katflannery-author.com/
Twitter – http://twitter.com/#!/@katflannery1
And don’t forget to check out her next stop tomorrow at Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess.