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I’m thrilled to have my dear friend and fellow Wild Rose Press author, Barbara Bettis on my blog today. We have lots to discuss, including sharing her re-release of The Heart of the Phoenix under the Amazon Encore Program. As an extra special treat, Barbara will choose one random person to receive a digital copy of The Heart of the Phoenix, so don’t forget to leave a comment.
I’m sure everyone has their favorite beverage, so settle in, and let’s meet Barbara…
MM: Welcome, Barbara! So happy to have you here today. Describe a typical writing day. Are you a morning, afternoon, or night-owl writer?
BB: Ah, therein lies the rub. I’m all of the above, depending on the day. Some days I wake up bright and clear-headed and can go directly to the computer ready to write and with loads of ideas. Other days, I pour down coffee to wake up before I can get going later in the day. Yet often I find myself at the keyboard late evening. I admit, it also depends on my work schedule. On the days I’m at school, I have to write nights.
MM: Bravo! Sadly, I turn into a pumpkin after 6pm. The creativity vanishes, though I can work on edits. Can you tell us about your current work-in-progress?
BB: I’m still at work on a medieval novella featuring two characters from previous books, Lord Henry and Lady Katherine. The story is in revision stages at the moment, but nearly complete. I had finished once, but decided one of the villains needed a different demise. That’s prompted extensive changes.
MM: Ooo…sounds fascinating, Barbara! Amazing how our characters weave different situations. What inspires you when you’re writing?
BB: Two elements and they’re equally important. First, my characters: When I feel the story and the characters are ‘right,’ I’m inspired to all kinds of writing sessions. When they’re not, I’m stalled. Second, my friends who are writers, including my crit partners. They are priceless!
MM: Beautiful sources of inspiration. What’s your favorite item on your writing desk?
BB: My tea/coffee cup. (My favorite item used to be a small framed photo of Eilean Donan Castle, but I spent too much time staring at it and wishing I were there.)
MM: Hahaha! I know exactly what you mean. I had a postcard of Urquhart Castle propped up on my desk, but had to remove it for the same reason. Now for some fun questions. Do you prefer…
Champagne or Beer?–What’s the old saying—a champagne taste on a beer budget. 🙂 I’d love to try a variety of craft beers and ales, which we have around here, but I never get around to it. I usually end up with wine.
Southern drawl or Scottish burr?—The burr.
Kilt or Leather pants?—Kilt!
Print book or e-reader?—Print. I have an e-reader with many books just languishing there, waiting for me to pick it up. But the truth is, I love the book with paper pages that I can flip forward and backward in, in case I want to check something. And…I’m not trusting my fumble fingers with an e-reader in a bubble bath. I once had a professor who joked about ‘bathtub books’ being fat and crinkly from frequent dunks in the water. I love my bathtub books.
Thank you for having me here today, Mary. I’ve had such a great time!
You’re so welcome, Barbara. 🙂 I’m wishing all the best with The Heart of the Phoenix!
Some call him a ruthless mercenary; she calls him the knight of her heart.
Lady Evelynn’s childhood hero is home—bitter, hard, tempting as sin. And haunted by secrets. A now-grown Evie offers friendship, but Sir Stephen’s cruel rejection crushes her, and she resolves to forget him. Yet when an unexpected war throws them together, she finds love isn’t so easy to dismiss. If only the king hadn’t betrothed her to another.
Can Be Cruel
Sir Stephen lives a double life while he seeks the treacherous outlaws who murdered his friends. Driven by revenge he thinks his heart is closed to love until his childhood shadow, Lady Evie, unexpectedly challenges that belief. He rebuffs her, but he can’t forget her, although he knows she’s to wed the king’s favorite.
When his drive for vengeance leads to Evie’s kidnapping, Stephen must choose between retribution and the love he’s denied too long. Surely King John will see reason. Convict the murderers; convince the king. Simple. Until a startling revelation threatens everything.
Evie could tell Stephen was angry now by the way he glowered and roared in that whispery sort of way no one else could hear, but left her with no doubt of his displeasure.
“Your betrothed.” He bent and scooped her off the floor.
“What? What about him?”
“That’s the identity of the illustrious lord who’s sharing passage with us.”
“You’re drunk. And put me down. I’m perfectly capable of getting up on my own.”
“Be quiet. You have blood on your leg.”
“Of course I do. I tripped and fell trying to answer your pounding when you could easily have opened—” His words finally penetrated her throbbing head. “I’m bleeding?”
Oh, blast. The contents of her—empty—stomach churned. She attended the villagers’ hurts, bound the cuts and scrapes of servants and their children. The sight of their blood bothered her not a whit. But her own? Black spots danced at the corners of her vision, becoming larger and larger until she heard Stephen’s voice.
“Evie, Evie. What the hell?”
His voice echoed so far away. If she didn’t know better, she’d vow he sounded alarmed. Perhaps she’d close her eyes for a moment. As the ringing in her ears crescendoed, she recalled his words. Betrothed.
Her betrothed was on board?
Dear Lord, just let me die.
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