I’m so pleased to host the very talented Sandra Dailey at my cyber home today. And guess what? Sandra’s giving away a pdf copy of her new release, The Chief’s Proposal. So, don’t forget to leave a comment after you enjoy her post. I’ve decided Sandra is also a bit of a tease. She’s piqued my interest with a personal story that we’re going to have to wrangle out of her at some point in the future! Join me in welcoming Sandra and you’ll see what I mean. Welcome Sandra!
Thanks for hosting me on your blog today, Maeve. I can’t wait to meet your friends.
I’ll start by telling you all a little about myself.
I live in North Florida with my husband of thirty plus years. I’ve included a picture of a place just north of us called the Okeefenokee Swamp. It would be south of the area where The Chief’s Proposal takes place.
I’ve had a list of careers in the past, but none have been as much fun as writing. Unlike most of my peers, I wasn’t born with the burning desire to write. What I was born with was a huge imagination.
One day a few years ago, I was confined to my house after surgery. I had just moved and my supply of unpacked books was thin. I finally found one I hadn’t read. I opened that book and it inspired me. Yes, it was the worst book I’d ever tried to read. I thought to myself that I could do better. I opened my computer and went to work. That first manuscript is still sitting in a box. Since then, I’ve taken a few writing classes and here I am.
My new release, The Chief’s Proposal, is dear to my heart. Not only is it my debut, it’s also a marriage of convenience story. My own marriage began as ‘an agreement’. That’s a longer story then I have time to tell today. However, as I said above, we’ve now been married for over thirty years. I can’t imagine living with anyone else. I think my hero and heroine in The Chief’s Proposal feel the same now, but in the beginning they had a pretty rocky start.
Here’s an excerpt of my hero and heroines first morning after meeting:
Just as Ginny began to drift off, a loud clatter came from down the hall. It was followed by a stream of cusswords. Someone was breaking into the house. Could this night get any worse?
Ginny threw on the light robe she’d left on the end of the bed. She groped around in the dark for a weapon. She grabbed something solid from the dresser and slowly sneaked down the hall. The light was on in the kitchen. She flattened herself against the wall and peeked around the doorframe.
“You a coffee drinker?” Brett stood by the stove looking as gorgeous, and as formidable, as he had the night before.
“All the noise woke me up.”
Brett raised a brow. “Yeah, well, your hair dryer was a nice surprise at three o’clock this morning too.
Here’s another rule. No loud noises while I’m sleeping.”
“So, what’s with the duck?” he asked, nodding at her hand.
Ginny looked down to find she was holding a wooden decoy duck by the neck. So much for showing confidence and class.
The Chief’s Proposal has a few laughs and a little suspense and a lot of sexual tension.
You can find my book at:
The Wild Rose Press http://bit.ly/PSiSNR
Amazon for Kindle http://amzn.to/MCNbDU
Barnes & Noble http://bit.ly/RTDJ01
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