Monday, April 23, 2012

Spring fever!


Guest blog by Cate Masters.


First, thanks to Natalie for inviting me to your lovely blog. It’s such a pleasure to visit with you anytime!

This has been one of the mildest winters I can remember. No snow, and hardly any rain. But it didn’t stop the winter doldrums from setting in, and cabin fever too. So like most years, I’m getting giddy about the prospect of spring! Soon the orchards behind our house will burst into bloom, and the hillsides will be decorated with their loveliness. Isn’t it gorgeous?

Now don’t get me wrong, I actually love winter. I love the snow, love that bad weather usually gives me an excuse to spend time writing. But when warm winds blow puffy white clouds across a blue sky and the sun’s beckoning through the window, I just have to get outside and absorb it all. I love it. I grew up in the wilds of New Jersey (don’t laugh!) and spent most of my childhood roaming the surrounding woods, exploring with my dog Tippy. A bit solitary, but I think that’s where my writer’s soul took root.

So it’s no wonder I related to the real-life story of mountain man Jim Bridger, a man who loved Shakespeare even though he was illiterate. He memorized passages and would travel through the pristine wilderness of the Wild West, reciting them by heart and mesmerizing those who’d listen. It captivated my imagination. There have been many books already written about old Jim, and I knew I’d never do him justice by adding another, but couldn’t let the idea go.

So Jeb Greene was born, in my head, at least. Like Jim, Jeb’s a lover of all things Shakespeare. So when he runs into Winona Young, a reading fanatic like himself, of course it makes for some literal fireworks. *grins*



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Here’s the blurb:

Open sky, Shakespeare, solitude. All Jebediah Greene needs. Alone since his teens, he’s never known loneliness, until he leaves Winona Young in California. Worse, he fears she’ll trap herself in a loveless marriage of convenience. After acting as her guide to San Francisco, how far will Jeb go to win her heart?

Reading provides escape for Winona Young. Usually. Fleeing Philadelphia, she learns her distant suitor isn’t who he seemed. Neither is her mountain man guide, in a good way. Intelligent, but mule-headed, Jeb’s impossible to speak to, in any language. Winona falls in love with the stunning beauty of the wilderness, with the simple ways of the Osage people, and with Jeb. But books can’t teach her how to tame a mountain man.

Excerpt:

Curses flew through Jeb’s head all day, but he cut them off before they reached his tongue. Stubborn woman. She’d cornered him like a fox in a hen house. Her chances were slim, but not impossible.
The mere thought of riding beside her, wind rifling through her hair… Oh, what a pickle. He sure could use the cash, but the strain of avoiding her might do him in. He’d have to ride upwind so as not to catch her lilac scent, or the constant erection hitting the saddle might kill him.

When she approached him that night as he relaxed on the porch swing, her sheepish expression said it all. “No luck?”

“Not yet. But I’ll find one soon. When I do, will you be my guide?”

Time to try a different tack. “What makes you think I’m trustworthy? I might be the kind of man who takes advantage of a lady in such a situation.”

“You are trustworthy. Mrs. Wilson said so. I have implicit faith in her good opinion of you.”

Why had he introduced the two women? Dealing with a single woman didn’t present a problem, not usually, but get two or more together, and damned if trouble didn’t brew in the kitchen right along with the coffee.

At his silence, she folded her arms, and stole glances at him. Never a good sign. He could see the spokes of her brain working behind those dark eyes.

“Perhaps you don’t have the gumption necessary for such an assignment.” She tilted her head, exposing her gracefully arched neck.

His mouth watered, longing to taste it. A laugh burst from him. “Gumption?” He scratched his chin. “Or perhaps my foresight is keener than yours, Miss Young. Do you have any idea what such a trip entails?”
“If you’re worried I can’t keep up with you—”

“You can’t keep up, you can’t pitch in. You can’t even cook, can you?”
She glanced away. “Well, I—”

“If I shoot a rabbit for dinner, how would you prepare it?”
She winced. “A rabbit?”

“A saddle can get mighty uncomfortable after an hour. What would you do after three hours? Or five?” The image of her rubbing her sore rear stirred him. Mighty tempting to offer to rub it for her. His voice cracked as he said, “If you want to be in San Francisco sooner than the coach, we’d have to make good time. Six, seven, maybe eight hours’ riding every day. And if we get caught in a storm, or held up somehow, we’d have to make up the time.”

Her jaw set hard, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m sorry, Miss Young. You are not cut out for that kind of hardship.” Nor was he built to resist such temptation, the kind that carried a long-term sentence. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy carrying it out; yes, just thinking of sharing a bedroll with her heated his insides and turned his brain to mush. Another strike against such a trip; he might lead them in circles, staring at her rather than the path ahead.

She stepped closer, her eyes ablaze. “You think I don’t know hardship? You’re wrong, Mr. Greene. No, not the kind you face in your travels. I would think those hardships would be easier to bear than…” She looked away with glazed eyes. “Forgive me.”

Her sudden fury gave him pause, and aroused his curiosity. She had mettle in her bones, a steel reserve of strength in her sinewy frame. He had no doubt she’d experienced something terrible, terrible enough to make her leave her home. Her stubbornness might fade in the face of the long trail.

“I mean no disrespect.”

“Your kind never do.”

“Ma’am, believe it or not, I am not ignorant of the rules of civilization. I am well able to prevent myself from committing social blunders.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be unkind. My nerves have been on edge since we left Philadelphia. A woman traveling alone can’t take too many precautions.”

“I don’t expect you’d encounter many willing to take up the challenge of threatening you, ma’am.” He regretted his words when he saw how she flinched under their sting. He wished her no harm, but everything she said provoked him in some way.

Contest! 
To celebrate spring, one commenter will receive a carved stone butterfly necklace. Tell me what you love most about the season!


Thanks again for having me at your blog, Natalie!

About Cate:

Cate Masters loves romance with a dash of magic and mayhem! Multipublished in contemporary to historical, sweet to erotic, fantasy/dark fantasy to speculative, she sometimes mashes genres. Reviewers have described her stories as “so compelling, I did not want to put it down,” and “such romantic tales that really touch your soul.”

When not spending time with her family, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com, and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

Cate loves to hear from readers! If you’re too shy to post here, friend her on Facebook or Goodreads, or email her at: cate.masters AT gmail.com


~ Natalie ~ 
No Rules. No Formulas. Just Love, Mystery... and a world of surprises in between!

11 comments:

Cate Masters said...

Thanks so much for having me, Nat. Love the butterflies on your blog. :) Happy spring!

Natalie G. Owens said...

Cate, it's a pleasure to have you hear, and I'm proud to showcase your work to the readers. :) xoxo

Natalie G. Owens said...

I meant "here" not "hear", lol. Please don't send the grammar police! :D

Lorrie said...

Sounds like another goodie under your belt. You have a lot of great ones out. Visiting your site, there is so much to choose from and I've loved them all.

Keep in going.

What I love most about spring, lol, is summer is right behind it.

Angela Brown said...

The interaction between those two was verbal swordplay. So many sparks flew. Thanks so much for sharing the blurb. excerpt and a reminder of the beauty of spring.

Spring is actually my favorite season. There is something about the return to life, rebirth, flowers blooming in all manner of colorful and mesmorizing chaos...just warms my heart.

Fairday Morrow said...

What a great post and excerpt.The story sounds fascinating.

I love all of the seasons for different reasons. In spring- I like to compare the trees and flowers to the way they looked the day before. Everything changes so fast. It is so amazing to see the colors exploding before me.

What a fun giveaway~
~Jess

camilecarson said...

Love the site...The interview was great. I'm following your blog

Natalie G. Owens said...

Thank you, Camille, Lorrie, Angela and Fairday x

Cate Masters said...

Sorry for the delay - yesterday's storms wiped out my Internet. But it doesn't take much, out here in the boonies.

Ha, no, I don't know how to reach the grammar police, Natalie, but it seems a minor offense, punishable by writing "I hear right here" or something silly. :)

You're such a sweetie, Lorrie. Spring can take its time for me. I can wait for summer's furnace blast!

Glad you enjoyed it, Angela. They are a good match. I love couples who challenge one another.
I love the explosion of color after a dreary winter too. :)

I'm like you, Jess. I couldn't live anywhere that didn't have a change of seasons!

Thanks, Camille!

Natalie G. Owens said...

I love the more delicate seasons such as spring and autumn. Wish they were longer!

Cate Masters said...

Thanks to everyone for helping me celebrate my new release, and celebrate Spring!
The winner of the butterfly necklace is....
Angela!
Angela, I will email you for your mailing address.
Nat, thanks again for having me on your lovely blog!