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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Guest Blog: Nancy Lee Badger: Dig Into Haggis: An Acquired Taste



While researching facts to add to my romance novels set in Scotland, I learned about a staple food called Haggis. In truth, I have heard and even tasted the American version of this treat. Yes, I use the word treat, because the taste must be acquired. My taste buds have not fallen under its spell, but when it is offered…I dig in.

Haggis is usually made by stuffing a sheep’s stomach with sheep’s pluck, what we know as the animal’s cooked heart, liver, and lungs. Onions, oatmeal, suet, and spices are added, and the mixture is put through a meat grinder. The stuffed sausage-like food is then cooked in an oven. The coarse texture has a distinct taste similar to goose liver pate, such as foie gras, a well-known French delicacy. The Scots eat it like candy.

In my first book in my Highland Games Through Time series, I mention haggis in a less-than positive light. My heroine, Haven MacKay, is upset with a friend and thinks:

     Where had Jake run off to? Was he stuck in the long food lines? Or, had he escaped inside the beer tent?
     I hope he chokes on a mouthful of haggis.

In my second book in the series, My Banished Highlander, my hero from ancient Scotland finds himself at a present-day Highland Games, and he is hungry:

     The aroma of haggis made his stomach rumble and reminded him that his mistress had sent him to procure their noon meal.

I cannot say that my personal experience tasting haggis is the same as one might experience when visiting Scotland. America does not allow the use of lungs, and sometimes casings other than a sheep’s intestine are used. I have spread what Scots call tasty pudding on crackers at Burns Suppers back in New Hampshire. ‘Burns suppers’ are traditionally held in late January to commemorate the birthday of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. As his poem Address to a Haggis, is recited, giggles echo among the diners, and glasses of whisky clink. Check out the poem in its original text as well as it’s idiomatic translation HERE  http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Address_to_a_Haggis

Why would someone create such a food? Well, when all you have to eat is leftover sheep parts and you are near starvation because you are down to your last sheep, someone came up with the idea to use…ah… other parts. (I refuse to talk about fried testicles) The first mention of haggis is from way back in the 14th century, and some think it might have originated in Scandinavia, but the modern haggis is considered a traditional Scottish dish. Today, many are served in artificial casings, and sometimes served deep-fried in batter, or as a pizza topping. Unfortunately, it is illegal to import haggis into the US from the UK due to a ban on food containing sheep lungs. The situation was further complicated in 1989 when all UK beef and lamb was banned from importation to the US due to BSE, also known as Mad Cow Disease. Read more about this ban HERE   http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2013/04/haggis-banned-in-the-u-s-a/

So, imagine my surprise when I saw bags of haggis chips for sale at a Highland games festival in North Carolina. I bought some, and the flavor was very reminiscent of the haggis I have tasted.  The ingredients listed are: Potatoes, Sunflower Oil, Haggis, and various seasonings. Looks like someone snuck this by the US food patrol!

BLURB: My Reluctant Highlander
Skye has spent the last five years trying to forget the blacksmith who followed her back to 16th century Scotland, to help fight evil. Sending Jake Jamison home against his will was a disastrous mistake. Stealing his heart was not part of the plan.

Jake must share his secret, Skye must give her heart fully, and both must dare to love in the time they have.

BIO:
She loves chocolate-chip shortbread, wool plaids wrapped around the trim waist of a Scottish Highlander, the clang of broadswords, and the sound of bagpipes in the air. After growing up in Huntington, New York, and raising two handsome sons in New Hampshire, she moved to North Carolina where she writes full-time. Nancy is a member of Romance Writers of America, Heart of Carolina Romance Writers, Fantasy-Futuristic & Paranormal Romance Writers, Triangle Area Freelancers, and the Celtic Heart Romance Writers.  

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Don't forget to leave a comment...and put your email address in the comment box! One lucky person will win a tote filled with autographed paperback books by the following authors. Nancy met up with them at the recent Romance Writers of America Conference. A winner will be chosen on Thursday, September 12th. The tote includes:

LORD OF DARKNESS by Elizabeth Hoyt
CRAVE THE MOON by Lori Handeland
WHO WANTS TO MARRY A COWBOY by Abigail Sharpe
A FAIRY TALE SAMPLER from Eloisa James
MY HONORABLE HIGHLANDER by Nancy Lee Badger
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Friday, September 6, 2013

Are Your Novels Character or Story Driven??

Having had 29 romances published, I can honestly state that all of my works are character driven. It's not something I've even thought about consciously...until recently.

The other day, I was bored out of my mind with cable. One more reality show, with people I'd never want to meet in real life, and I'll hurl. I was channel surfing and came upon LMN (Lifetime Movie Network). In the few seconds I gave it prior to moving on, I noticed that the movie being shown was about domestic abuse. Ah, a story with teeth (or so I thought).

The premise is simple: a woman learns her ex is abusing their children. He has custody. He's wealthy. He has all the power. She decides to spirit the children away and start a new life with the help of an 'underground railroad' type thing for distraught mothers. So far, so good.

Then I started watching it, and I realized almost immediately that this was a plot-driven story. The characters' predicament and common sense had absolutely nothing to do with it.

First, the children (a boy about 11 and a girl about 9) know their father has a short fuse. While he's on the phone with someone, the girl is bouncing a large ball on the very expensive, glass-topped cocktail table. The boy is sweating bullets, begging her not to do this. He knows (and she should know) what will happen. Does she listen to reason? No. She sticks her tongue out at him and proceeds to break a very expensive lamp with the ball.

All hell breaks loose. Smoke is practically coming out of the father's ears. The boy takes the blame and the father ominously tells him to come upstairs (either for a beating or for a beating and sexual molestation - it wasn't clear).

In any event, the mother shows up - she and the father fight - she spirits her children away. Is the little girl sorry? Does she worry about the pain she caused her brother? Nope. She continues to be the ultimate brat and the most clueless kid on Planet Earth.

Now, mind you, the father is mega wealthy, he's alerted the cops, everyone knows the mother and kids are on the run. So, what does the mother do? She takes them to a bank to cash a check (using her real identity). During this, the little girl starts a fight with the brother, they create such a ruckus EVERYONE notices them. The mother calls them by their real names and tells them to quiet down. She is not at all concerned that someone will recognize them later (the people in the bank do, because of the ruckus the little girl created, and promptly report the sighting to the cops).

The mother finally hooks up with the 'underground railroad' people at a house in a remote area. The guy who is going to take her to Canada explains they have to keep a low profile. So what does he drive? A bright red car circa 1950s-1960s that stands out like the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile as they're all trying to get away with the cops in hot pursuit.

When they reach a safe location, the children are told NOT to go outside (should someone see them and report it to the cops). So what does the little girl do? Yep, she goes outside to pet a bunny, sees a guy across the field, stands there and waves at him. Naturally, the cops show up about three seconds later. During a shootout (yep, there is a shootout), the guy/woman/kids escape in his bright red vintage car. No one notices.

I could go on, but it just continues in the same vein. And, to me, is the perfect example of a plot-driven story. Everything that happens is simply there to advance the plot. It doesn't make any sense. No one who is trying to keep a low profile would behave like this. And that little girl? OMG. Someone needed to have a serious talk with her. Not that anyone ever did, because the writer needed her dumb behavior to advance the plot.

This had to be the worst move I've ever seen. And it convinced me that character-driven stories beat plot-driven stories every single time.

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Thursday, September 5, 2013

Just for grins...

There's almost nothing I like better than a dark paranormal or romantic suspense. I love delving into a deliciously twisted plot with an alpha hero tortured by a scary, smart villain and a heroine who won't let him go it alone. Lately though, I could use a laugh. After a hectic summer filled with trying to revise my yearly business plan and finish a new paranormal romance that has the potential for a series, I don't need anymore angst.

I need comedy, I need fun characters in a situation that will have me laughing out loud. My keeper shelf is full of, you guessed it, dark paranormal and gritty romantic suspense except for my 'go to' dog-eared copies of Jennifer Crusie's, Welcome to Temptation and Agnes and the Hitman. The later was co-written with Bob Mayer but it has all of Crusie's signature humor along with a suspense subplot, which believe it or not does not detract from the humor.

I'm posting the cover of Head Over Heels because I still grin when I think of that story and the cover is one of my favorites. Trust me, I need a laugh.
 

What about you? Do you have a book on your keeper shelf that is totally different from what you usually enjoy reading? Do you have a book  or an author that you read at least once a year because nothing else will satisfy you?


Until next month,
Happy Reading!



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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

A Child of the Universe

I enjoy nuggets of wisdom and love a good quote -- contemporary, ancient, witty, joyful, solemn etc.  I especially love philosophical thought. Combine the two, mmm mmm mmm. It's like chocolate to me... smooth... creamy... delectable...and I want more.

I collect quotes as I collect other words. Every so often someone says something that is so precise and germane to the moment in which it was uttered that it makes me stop in my tracks and absorb it like sunshine. 

I've been keeping favorites for years -  a habit begun in 6th grade, of all places, and it all started with this one by Max Ehrmann. I found it on the sidewalk as I walked home from school, and thinking on it now, I'm able to recall the paper was blue. Imagine the power this little declaration held to a twelve year old  standing on the cusp of womanhood and whose childhood just wasn't making sense anymore. Powerful enough for the woman she became to remember it was blue all these decades later.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

~Max Ehrmann's Desiderata
Max pointed out the fact I was indeed a part of something larger than I realized. When we're young, children tend to believe they're the center of the universe but we're not. We're something far more wondrous. Typed on a typewriter with such firm keystrokes they made braille of several letters on the blue paper, Max Ehrmann's words spoke to me. They said, you have a right to be here, and made me believe.
For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who do not believe, no proof is possible.
~ The Talmud

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
~ Lao Tzu

We are constantly invited to be who we are.
~Thoreau
These quotes come from my wanderings, my travels, education, and my assorted experiences. They appear when I need them. Need them? Yes, there are times when we need someone else to paraphrase for us. Sometimes the thoughts are too fragmented, the emotion to vague, the words too few.  Sometimes another's words just do your own thoughts justice. And sometimes they inspire new thought. Occasionally I'll discard one, its meaning no longer pertinent or evocative. They come and go and change as my mind matures.  Some I keep because they create the craziest images in my active imagination.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy with old odd ends stolen forth of holy writ.  And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
~ William Shakespeare's King Richard III
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
~ William Shakespeare's Macbeth
I love Shakespeare. I had the privilege of having an honors English class my freshman year in high school. The teacher, compelled by the spelling of my last name, sat me right next to the model of Shakespeare's Globe Theater and the stack of corresponding books I could read if I finished my work before the bell rang. Good times.  Out damned spot!

If a few words can have such great impact as to be remembered and referenced, then how cool is that? Cooler still, the words penned ages ago carry just as much power, just as much emotion, today as they did when they were crafted. The well-phrased quotable comment has staying power. Time's most memorable words have a way of seeping into your marrow.
There's nothing to fear but fear itself.
~ Franklin D. Roosevelt


One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.
~ Neil Armstrong
Oh yes, our modes of transport, our advances in medicine, and our machines of war may change, but the human condition remains the same. It dates back to the first attempts by humans to understand themselves and their place in the universe.
Wisdom is knowing how little we know.
~ Socrates

The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.
~ Leonardo da Vinci

I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.
~ Walt Whitman
Funny thing about Walt Whitman, his writings were notable for their delight in, and praise of, the senses. You get a better feel for what what I mean by reading Leaves of Grass. I Sing the Body Electric was especially juicy for the time period it was written, and just so happened to come during a time when such candid thought was considered immoral. He'd get a kick out of my books. :)

These snippets of philosophical thought are  essentially hours of condensed reflection and observation. How wonderful these wordsmiths shared the insights they've been granted. We don't need to sit on the steps of higher learning with Socrates and Plato. There's no need to check out a scroll at the Library of Alexandria. Nor do we need to sit under a tree and have enlightenment come to us as we hunger and thirst. These minds, from fishmonger to philosopher have encapsulated their great thoughts for us with a few well chosen words.
Since everything is a reflection of our minds, everything can be changed by our minds.
~ Buddha

Souls are poured from one into another of different kinds of bodies of the world.
~ Gnostic Gospels, the Pistis Sophia

The virtues we acquire, which develop slowly within us, are the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others - existences which the spirit alone remembers, for Matter has no memory for spiritual things.
~ Honore Balzac
And so the Mind created harmony and life existed in the shimmering concerto of the Cosmos. But it was not enough for the Mind, for a mind once expanded never returns to its previous state. So the Mind allowed life to see and self- awareness rose and life walked the many earths and flew the many skies of the Cosmos.
~ Collins
I don't know if any bit of brilliance out of my brain will ever hit an emotional chord, but who knows. I get an occasional flash every now and again that I'm sure has nothing to do with hormones. I'll end with these two:
The future is so bright it burns my eyes.
~Oprah Winfrey

Beware of the man of one book.
~ St. Thomas Aquinas
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Monday, September 2, 2013

HANDWRITING VS COMPUTER WRITING

Recently, a read an article about writers using the old-fashioned way of putting "words to paper" so to speak and of using a digital source. I read with fascination about how scientific studies being conducted that prove this.

In a 2012 study at Indiana University, MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scans were conducted on two groups of preschoolers. One learned letters and symbols by typing and the other by handwriting. The scans showed that the brains of the children who typed couldn't distinguish between letters and shapes. The brains of the handwriting group could interpret the difference. The conclusion made was that handwriting "primed the brain to respond to letters in a literate way, typing doesn't." Psychology professor Karin Harman James was the study's co-author. In short, the study went on to say children learn letters by printing and they have an easier time learning to read. Fascinating!



This also holds true with adults, not just preschoolers, in learning a foreign alphabet. They retain more, for longer periods of time, when writing by hand instead of using a computer according to another study done in France. Writing by hand, whether notes, diaries, journals, lists, is all helpful to those with memory loss. When elderly subjects experienced mild cognitive impairment and took up Chinese calligraphy for eight weeks, their brain function improved compared with those who didn't study. They got worse. Like wow!

When we write, we're not only memorizing the letters on paper, but we are allowing our brains to process the shapes of the characters. Typing creates uniform shapes on a very evenly spaced area on the screen, and when we write there are variations in letters, words size and position. As a result, we remember the information we've created, records in our brain and allows us to envision where and how it landing on the paper. Handwriting is a visual spatial activity. Case in point, I used to record my appointments on my iPhone, but I'd sometimes forget to check them, especially when I didn't have my day job anymore. Now, I hand write everything. I don't keep a calendar on my computer anymore, I have a handwritten spreadsheet. I tried on my laptop, but I always forgot to check. I keep my monthly events in clear view that I've written down. Amazing! And all this before I read these studies.

I remember having penmanship as a subject in grammar/elementary school and that isn't done anymore. Handwriting obviously fosters creativity. Writing our stories by hand may take longer, but with it comes a deep thought process that requires consideration and time. Even doodling can turn on the neurological networks in our brains responsible for imagination, emotion and discovery.

I may not completely give up using my laptop to create my stories, but I did hand write this blog post and retyped it on my laptop to cut and paste here. I had a great sense of accomplishment and the words flowed so easily. I also bet I'll remember this post more than any of the others I've ever written.

So, I think I'll occasionally resort to pen and paper to do some writing, if for nothing else than to stimulate my brain to remember more, because the idea of growing old and having dementia, unable to write my stories, is depressing. Hey, maybe that's the key to staying young. I can only hope.

Keep on writing everyone!

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Sunday, September 1, 2013

Interview of NY Times best selling author, Robyn Carr


Hello readers, writers and everyone else who has stumbled upon us today. It’s a special day here at Romance Books 4 Us because we have New York Times best-selling author, Robyn Carr visiting us. Get comfy because Robyn is about to share with us a little bit about her work and herself. 

About Robyn:

Now that Robyn Carr has earned the #1 slot on the New York Times list many times, the creator of the wildly popular Virgin River and Thunder Point series laughs when someone refers to her as an overnight success. 

“The truth is, I was first published in 1978, and it took me thirty years to make it to The New York Times bestseller List,” she pointed out, referring to 2007’s A Virgin River Christmas.

But once Robyn became that popular, she stayed that popular. When Bring Me Home for Christmas, the 16th Virgin River novel, was released in November 2011, it debuted in the #1 slot not just on the New York Times roster, but also on the Barnes & Noble and Publishers Weekly lists as well. Her last six novels, including the first two books in her new Thunder Point series, The Wanderer and The Newcomer, have all earned the coveted #1 New York Times slot the first week on sale.

After thirty-plus years of hard work, life is very, very good for the Las Vegas author who began writing when her two children were babies. 

Robyn’s Virgin River and Thunder Point series, like her earlier Grace Valley books, are a blend of romance and women’s fiction—books that not only entertain but also address sensitive issues, such as domestic violence, health risks and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, anything that can compromise a woman’s happiness because she’s female. Her voice is unique and takes her readers into the hearts and minds of the brave men and women who have served in the military, into the families left behind, and into those who confront challenges head-in in their search for love and fulfillment. 

Robyn didn’t always know she wanted to be a writer. She had planned to become a nurse. She married her high school sweetheart four weeks before he left for Air Force Officer’s Training School at the peak of the Vietnam War. Because she found herself following Jim from base to base, Robyn never had a chance to pursue nursing. Her husband worked long hours and often traveled. To pass the time Robyn read. When doctors instructed her to stay down and keep her feet up during a complicated pregnancy, her neighbor began bringing her ten paperbacks a week. 

“I was reading more than one a day. Nothing short of labor pains could snap me out of it,” Robyn said. 

Since the books she’d been devouring were by Anya Seton, Kathleen Woodiweiss and Rosemary Hawley Jarmen, Robyn says it only made sense that her first efforts to write were in the historical romance genre as well. 

There was no training program available at the time for writing romance. At the first writers’ conference Robyn attended—back in 1976—a novelist who wrote in a different genre critiqued Robyn’s third manuscript and suggested she go home and find something to do for which she had talent. 

That same manuscript was published in hardcover two years later as Chelynne, a novel which Robyn has reissued as an e-book. Her second manuscript was eventually published as well. But Robyn says her first was simply a tool for learning and will remain buried and “never seen by human eyes.” 

Robyn has always written about strong women, no matter the period in which they lived. For the first fifteen years of her career she wrote romance, the early books of which were all historical, but later included contemporaries. Needing a change, she branched out and wrote a thriller, which she said she’ll never do again because, for her, it was too creepy. She also tried her hand at non-fiction and what she smilingly describes as “several brilliant but as yet unsold screenplays,” in addition to articles and short stories. 

“I jumped all over the place, not really aware that I was working on reinventing myself and redesigning my craft,” she says. “I began to develop my own brand of women’s fiction, a style that most closely resembles my take on life. I want to laugh through a book, but I don’t want a book that’s a big laugh. As a reader I want to have a genuinely good time, but I don’t want the book to be a joke. I want real women’s issues, real humor and teeth in the story.” 

She says that reading is important because people need a safe place to deal with the emotions they’re stuck with, and a book is a safe place to do that. She believes there’s great value in her novels dealing with real issues in a realistic manner. 

Robyn’s settings are so richly drawn they function like characters. Virgin River—a fictional town in the rugged, remote Humboldt County of northern California—is a location that Robyn describes as a brave and adventurous spot. 

“It’s not a cute and easy place to live,” Robyn explained. “It calls on my characters’ deepest sense of adventure to live there.” 

Asked if she’d enjoy living in Virgin River, Robyn’s quick to say that even if it were a real spot, she’d never move there. 

“I have an overwhelming need to live in a place where I can get my eyebrows waxed,” she explains.

After writing twenty Virgin River stories, Robyn is now taking her readers into another fictional community, a picturesque coastal town on the Oregon coast she calls Thunder Point. Like her Virgin River novels, the Thunder Point books will make readers laugh, sigh, and fall in love with a small town filled with people they’ll never forget.

Be sure to visit Robyn's author page on the RB4U website: http://www.romancebooks4us.com.

Now... onto the interview questions! 

Q: Thanks for stopping by today, Robyn. You’ve had a lot of releases throughout the years. With your Virgin River series alone, you have tantalized readers with 20 books, and that doesn’t include your anthologies, standalone titles, your Grace Valley series, or your newer Thunder Point series—you’ve brought us nearly 60 stories. As you reach this milestone, can you tell us your thoughts on reaching this amazing accomplishment? 

A:  What immediately comes to mind is how lucky I am.  All I wanted was to be able to write for a living and here I am, 35 years later, still doing what I love.  

Q:  I read that you once had aspirations of becoming a nurse, but like with so many of us in modern times, life got in the way. Have you ever considered living vicariously through your characters by writing in a nurse here or there? Or have you already done so? If so, please tell us which book(s).

A:  First of all, I did attend nursing college, right after high school, but I only worked in nursing for a few months after getting married, as my husband was in the Air Force and we began moving around during his pilot training.  The main character who anchors the Virgin River Series is Mel Sheridan, a nurse practitioner and certified nurse midwife.  She appears in all twenty books in the series.  The Grace Valley Series is led by Dr. June Hudson, the town doctor.  A large percentage of my stories feature medical practitioners in the spotlight.  

Q: Was it difficult to make the transition from avid reader to aspiring author? What inspired this leap? 

A:  This happened so long ago I can barely remember.  I was a young Air Force wife, reading almost a book a day, particularly drawn to historical novels and romances.  I was so in love with them!  I had the passing thought, ‘I bet anyone can do this.’  Well, not everyone can, and it’s not as easy as I first thought it would be, but I was immediately hooked on the process.  Having a book keep me up late was fun, but actually making up the stories that fill the book was fabulous!  It started there and hasn’t let up since.  It was my love of reading that led to my love of writing.  

Q: You invented a timeless series with Virgin River, bringing us into a world that the readers never tire of.  Do you find it difficult to come up with new and exciting characters to draw us in? Or have you found a trick to keep things fresh?  

A:  Writing about a town gives me a large canvas on which to paint.  A town is fluid; it grows and shrinks, and the stories are endless, as are the character possibilities.  A community is never static—it’s always in motion with people moving in, visiting, leaving.  The only question is who to focus on next.  Sometimes a character who has only had a few lines in previous books has a story to tell and takes the stage.  Sometimes the continuing stories of several characters beg to be resolved.  The possibilities are endless, really.  

Q: Have you ever considered trying a new sub-genre? Are there any that interest you that you haven’t tried yet? 

A:  I’ve always been focused on romance and women’s fiction in both historical and contemporary settings—that’s my favorite thing to do.  And I’ve always enjoyed working with ensemble casts—lots of characters.  Not surprisingly, my favorite chick flick is Love Actually, which I think has 10 plotlines that converge.  Although I enjoy reading other genres, like the occasional paranormal or thriller, my true home is in women’s fiction and romance.  

Q:  Out of all your books, is there one that still calls to you? Maybe one that you wouldn’t mind picking up again and telling a new chapter to their already told tale? 

A:  To the contrary, I’m always on the lookout for the next story!  The real beauty and joy of what I do is that I can keep writing until I run out of ideas or time.  I’m blessed with work, and it’s an awesome feeling that I always have something to look forward to.  

Q:  Your characters seem to have one thing in common. They have incredible charisma. How do you keep your mind constantly flowing to come out with these characters who make us laugh and smile?

A:  I’m fascinated by people and relationships—there are as many stories as there are people in the world.  I guess if I find a person fascinating it’s easier to raise those questions to the reader.  And when it comes to the dilemmas people face in their relationships, there are so many situations I don’t really understand until I write about them.  I work things out in the writing!  I answer my own questions; that’s part of the fun.  

Q:  Your second book in the Thunder Point series, The Newcomer, came out June 25. Can you tell us a little bit about this one? Do you have a favorite character from it? 

A: Characters are like children—you rarely feel one is your favorite.  I do have a soft place in my heart for Ashley James, the sixteen-year-old girl with a broken heart.  Who doesn’t remember feeling that youthful ache?  So much of her life changes in that year; her growth through her pain is just stunning to me.  And that’s the way of life—our biggest challenges bring us our greatest growth as human beings.  

THE NEWCOMER

With humor and insight, #1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr looks at letting go of the past—and knowing when you’ve found something worth building your future on. 

Single dad and Thunder Point’s deputy sheriff “Mac” McCain has worked hard to keep everyone safe and happy. Now he’s found his own happiness with Gina James. The longtime friends have always shared the challenges and rewards of raising their adolescent daughters. With an unexpected romance growing between them, they’re feeling like teenagers themselves—suddenly they can’t get enough of one another. 

And just when things are really taking off, their lives are suddenly thrown into chaos. When Mac’s long-lost—and not missed-ex—wife shows up in town, drama takes on a whole new meaning. They’re wondering if their new feelings for each other can withstand the pressure...but they are not going down without a fight. 

Step into the world of Thunder Point, a little town on the Oregon coast where newcomers are welcomed, hearts are broken and mended, and the dramas of everyday life keep the locals laughing, crying and falling in love. 

Thank you so much for joining us today, Robyn. I’m sure all the readers here will agree with me that today has introduced us to some books we just have to add to our shelves. Before you leave, would you mind sharing an excerpt of The Newcomer with us? 

EXCERPT from The Newcomer

Chapter One
It was a warm, sunny afternoon in early April, a rarity on the coast for this time of year.  Spring meant rain, which resulted in wildflowers—the best in the country.  Cooper sat out on the deck of Ben & Cooper’s in his white T-shirt and jeans, his feet propped up on the deck rail.  Hamlet, a harlequin Great Dane, sat beside him, watching the sea, his ears perking sometimes when a person, a boat or bird caught his eye.  Cooper was enjoying a heavily creamed coffee and watching Sarah Dupre out on the bay, paddle boarding.  She wore a wet suit that he’d given her for Christmas—short sleeves, knee length.  The water hadn’t warmed up; it was icy cold.  The Pacific was always cold, except maybe down San Diego way.  But Sarah was an expert; she barely got her feet wet.  
The way that wetsuit hugged her body—it was like art.  She had incredibly strong legs, a perfect round tush, breasts about the size of his palms.  She’d been born in a coastal town and was probably as comfortable on the water as she was on the land or in the sky—diver, swimmer, surfer, helicopter pilot.  Ham was in his charge, and he’d been watching Sarah for an hour; she’d gone all the way out to the mouth of the bay and back.  She was finally coming in, just ahead of the fishing boats headed home to the marina.  
This life was the furthest thing Cooper had ever envisioned for himself.  He had come to Thunder Point last October to look into the death of a good friend, Ben.  To his surprise he had inherited what was Ben’s falling down bait shop with a bar.  For lack of a better idea, he renovated, turning it into a first class beach bar, and had found himself a new home.  He also found a woman, another surprise—he hadn’t been looking for.  After all the women in his life, short or long term, it was as if Sarah was everything he’d been waiting for.  
He had officially opened the beach bar—no more bait—in late February.  Now, as the proprietor, there was plenty of time to visit with folks from town, let the gentle lapping of the bay soothe him, watch his woman on her board, gently gliding across the calm water between the huge off shore boulders in the bay. He had a farmer’s tan, stronger shoulders from lifting and hauling bar supplies and a lot of new friends when he’d always considered himself a solitary kind of guy.  
Sarah leaned her board and paddle against the dock and came up the stairs.  When she reached the deck, he tossed a towel at her, and she dried her feet.  
Hamlet stood to his horse height and wagged.  
“What are you doing?” 
“Absolutely nothing.  Just watching my mermaid.” 
She laughed.  “Hamlet behaving?” 
Cooper nodded.  “He said he’d prefer to live here, with me.” 
“Did he now?” she asked with a laugh.  “Get your own dog.”  
“There isn’t room for another dog around here.  Come here,” he said, pulling her onto his lap.  
She went to him, sat down, picked up his coffee and helped herself to a sip.  
“Want me to make you a hot cup?” he asked.  “You cold?” 
She shook her head.  “It’s nice out there.  Breeze gets a little chilly sometimes, but the sun is so wonderful.  You start to crave sun around here after winter rains and winds.” 
Her cell phone rang.  She’d left it on the deck with Cooper when she took her board out.  She picked it up and said, “Yes, little brother?”   Then she listened and laughed.  “I’m at Cooper’s.  I just took my board out—the bay is beautiful.  I have the Razor and the dog.  Then yes, have fun and I’ll see you later.”  
She clicked off.  
“How many times a day to you talk to Landon?” he asked.  It was just Sarah and sixteen-year-old Landon; they were a family of two and kept pretty tight tabs on each other.  And with Sarah being a Coast Guard Search and Rescue pilot who worked out of the North Bend station, sometimes it wasn’t easy.
“As many as it takes.  Now that he’s dating Deputy Yummy Pants’s daughter, I don’t worry so much.  Well, I worry that Mac might shoot him if he gets too frisky with Eve, but I figure that’s a long shot, forgive the pun.  I think we check in three or four times a day.”  
“At least,” Cooper said.  “Did I interpret that last call to mean you’re now free for dinner?” 
She grinned at him.  “Is the chef preparing something special?” 
“It won’t be busy here tonight, at least after seven—weeknight, sunset over.  I have some steaks in the freezer, potatoes in the cooler ….” 
“Do you have anything green?” she asked.  
Cooper ran the bar menu on deli items purchased from Carrie’s deli in town—simple things from pizzas to sandwiches as well as some desserts—things that could be served cold or warmed.  This was not a restaurant.  Cooper bought himself a grill for his own use but didn’t use it to serve patrons.  
Cooper had also inherited a helper, Rawley Goode, a Vietnam Vet who was not overly friendly, and while he might be a good cook, he wasn’t pleasant enough.  And he was needed for other things—maintenance, cleaning, purchasing and delivery from big box stores like Costco that were out of town.  Therefore, personal groceries were often on short supply.  
“I bet you have something green,” he suggested. 
“I live on green things,” she said. 
“I know this.” 
“And you eat like a fourteen-year-old boy.  You’d live on steak, hamburgers and home fries if it weren’t for me.  If I go home to shower and change and bring a salad or a vegetable back with me, will you clean your plate?” 
He loved her.  He was frequently shaken by the intensity of his passion for her.  He’d clean his plate and then he’d tune her up for good measure.  He knew his eyes glowed and knew she interpreted him correctly.  When the ‘Closed’ sign was on and the doors were locked, they’d eat steak in front of the fire and then retire to the playpen, his large bed upstairs.  


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And don't forget to look for her the third book in her Thunder Point series of novels, The Hero, which went on sale August 27.



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