Tuesday, February 26, 2013

#GuestPost : Vonnie Davis, #Romance Author #Excerpt


Welcome to my fellow SMP author, Vonnie Davis! She's here to promote her newest release, A Man for Annalee, an historical romance. Take it away Vonnie!

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Werewolves, corporate executives, special ops, English gentry…and cowboys. Contemporary or historical, cowboys snag romance readers’ hearts. As a relatively new writer with three contemporary and two historical Westerns published or soon to be released, I enjoy penning stories about this rare breed of man. I adore the cowboys’ love of animals, their code of right and wrong and their raw sexuality.

While Linda Lael Miller’s western romances are embraced by the NYT’s Best Sellers list at the time of their release, mine barely garner a blip on the publishing radar screen. And that’s okay for now, because I love doing research, especially when I’m working on a historical. Sometimes the personal satisfaction of doing what you find irresistible to your soul is worth being unknown.


I also include Native Americans in all my western stories. You see, I have a grandson who is half-Native and I do this to honor this part of his heritage. His grandmother, a member of the Mi’kmaq tribe, is my “go-to-lady” for all things pertaining to The Red Way. With her vast network of members of other tribes, she can add the authority of truth to any Indian references.

This week, my historical novella, A Man for Annalee, released from Still Moments Publishing. Set in a fictional town of Cicero Creek, it is full of quirky characters and its own brand of danger.

Here’s the blurb:

Annalee Gallagher loses her parents, home and business in the Great Fire of Chicago. When she travels to Cicero Creek in the Wyoming Territory to start a new life, more heartache awaits her, so do the attentions of several men—for good and for evil. Why was her stagecoach attacked and was the shot that zinged over her head one night, a wild bullet or a bad aim?

Boone Hartwell, the marshal of Cicero Creek, suspects someone is out to kill the new spitfire in town. She amuses him and touches a lonely part of his soul, but can he keep her safe? More importantly, can a white man raised as Cheyenne win her heart? Can he rise above all her other suitors? For one thing is for certain in his determined mind: He’s the man for Annalee.

In the segment I’m about to share, people from surrounding ranches, as well as townspeople, have come to my heroine’s new home to help with repairs and cleaning. This gathering also serves as a social activity for these pioneers who lived an often isolated life. Annalee, my heroine, arrives and hears men working behind the cabin…


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       Annalee rounded the back corner of the house. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and shrieked. There stood an Indian. A bloodthirsty Indian just like in her dime novels. Red skin, evil looking, with a hatchet in his hand. She backed up a step, her hands involuntarily rising to cover her hair.
       “Annalee.” Boone leapt from rafters over the porch. “Meet my brother, Two Bears. He’s making shingles for the roof.”
       Her gaze went from the hatchet Two Bears was holding to Boone’s face. “Sh…shingles?” Her voice squeaked as her heartbeat gonged in her head like the church bells in the tower of St. Francis Church back in Chicago.
       Boone spoke in a calm voice, his grin widening as reached her. “Levi, Two Bears, and I have been fixing your back porch. We decided on building a roof over it. We thought it would help protect you from the elements.”    
       “E…elements,” Annalee repeated lamely, quite unable to take her eyes off Two Bears. His long black hair was parted in the middle and braided. The braids were wrapped in what appeared to be otter fur, similar to what she sometimes used to trim hats and make muffs.
       Boone trailed a finger down her cheek. “Plus, I’ll string a clothesline between the poles of the porch, so you can hang laundry out to dry. Lee draped his clothes over bushes, but ladies have different ideas about that sort of thing.”
       She slowly nodded. “Hang…” Goodness, but the Native’s pierced earlobes  were hung with pounded silver coins on brass wire. Around his neck was a choker of white beads, four rows of them, and in the middle of the choker was a diamond-shaped medallion of turquoise beads. A man wearing a necklace and earbobs, who could have imagined such a thing? Sewn onto his deerskin shirt were rows of white and turquoise beads. He wore fringed deerskin leggings and moccasins, also intricately beaded.
       His entire countenance bespoke Native culture, violence, and hostility. She didn’t think her heart would ever beat calmly again. An Indian. On her property. A true-to-life Indian standing right before her, with bloodlust in his black eyes. And, dear God, he was holding a hatchet.
       Two Bears stared at her, too. “You are Red Badger?”
       “You can talk?”
       “Most humans do.” Two Bears glanced at Boone, and if she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he smiled slightly. He gestured with his hands when he spoke, “You take hands off hair now. Me done scalping for day. Me scalp six people on way here this morning.”
       Annalee’s voice squeaked again, “S…Six…” The world spun and darkened.
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       She fainted into Boone’s arms. He held her close, worried she was harmed in some way. “Now, look what you’ve done.” Boone scowled at his brother.
       Levi and Two Bears were laughing. Levi slapped the Native on the back. “Did you see the look on her face?”
       Two Bears nodded and laughed some more. “Sheer terror.”
       “You’re a lawyer, you don’t need to talk like that. You frightened her into another swooning spell.” Boone tightened his grip on Annalee, protectively drawing her near his chest. He was staggered at the depths of his feelings for this petite spitfire. Realization slammed into him that he’d go against anyone or anything to keep her safe. In his heart and soul, this woman was his.
       Two Bears stood at his elbow and studied the woman. “It’s the way Easterners expect us to talk.” His gaze lifted to Boone’s. “You’ve chosen well, my brother.

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Find Vonnie online at www.vonniedavis.com and blogging at ww.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com
Follow me on Twitter -- @VonnieWrites

17 comments:

  1. Hi! This excerpt is hilarious! I just finished writing a short story with a Native American MC. I think I would love your book.

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    1. Isn't it?? Definitely grabbing a copy of this one for myself.

      Thanks for stopping by, Kim!

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    2. Nice to meet you, Kim. Thanks for your comment about the excerpt. It was a fun scene to write. I'd love to hear about your story.

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  2. I adore cowboys! I've got a few of my own in the works. Congrats on your release! Adding it to my TBR list!!

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    1. I'm with you, Cerian. There's just something about a cowboy. Thanks for stopping by...now, get to work on those stories. I need to read them!!!

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  3. I'm so glad I wasn't taking a drink of coffee while reading this! Oh my, how I already LOVE Two Bears! But even for this Cherokee, I'll take cowboys any day. Of course, I do love my Cherokee shifters... And firemen...military...*swoon* How rude. Do I havta pick just one man? Not fair. ):

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    1. No, Calisa, I won't make you choose just one. I know I couldn't. Oh, I'm wrapping up a fireman's story right now--Santa Wore Leathers. Now, if I can just find a home for it.

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    2. LOL! Of course you don't have to pick just one man. :)

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  4. I love westerns too, especially cowboys, cattle drives, rustlers, etc. Love it all. And like you, I love the research. Good luck with your book. Like the line about, her heartbeat gonged in her head like the church bells...

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    1. Thanks, Kathy! I grew up during the time of Western shows on TV, so cattle drives and rustlers were the norm for viewing. I suppose that's when I first fell in love with the cowboy aura.

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  5. Welcome to my world, Vonnie--and good luck with this latest!

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, Andrea. It's always nice seeing you.

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  6. Mnnnmnnn. Cowboys are my yummy! I do like them in historicals, but they definitely melt my heart and get my pulse pounding in the more modern setting of a rodeo. Bull riders are my favorites!/
    DebraStJohn

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    1. I have a contemporary bull rider story coming out soon, Debra. My second story in the Honky Tonk Hearts series at The Wild Rose Press.

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  7. Don't worry Vonnie, this book has hit my radar! I can't wait to read it. Even though I'm a city girl from down under, I lurve cowboys and am a bit of a history buff. Looks like A Man for Annalee is the book for me.
    Georgie :)

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    1. I hope you enjoy Annalee. She's full of sass, Georgie.

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  8. This is an AWESOME book. I really enjoyed it.

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