Today we welcome Marie Patrick to Romancing the Book as she celebrates the upcoming release of A Kiss in the Shadows. She’s given us a wonderful top 5 list, but first, let’s get to know her.
Marie Patrick has always had a love affair with words and books, but it wasn’t until a trip to Arizona, where she now makes her home with her husband and two furry, four-legged “girls,” that she became inspired to write about the sometimes desolate, yet beautiful west. Her inspiration doesn’t just come from the Wild West though. It comes from history itself. She is fascinated with pirates and men in uniform and lawmen with shiny badges. When not writing or researching her favorite topics, she can usually be found curled up with a good book. Marie loves to hear from her readers. Drop her a note at Akamariep@aol.com or visit her website at www.mariepatrick.com.
I have been asked to provide a Top 5 list so you could all get to know me better. Suggestions were provided. One of my choices is my Top 5 favorite ways to relax, but since I very rarely relax (I’m always doing something), I didn’t think that would be good. One of my other choices is to list my 5 favorite books…well, there’s just no way I can do that. I have so many favorites, how could I possibly limit myself to JUST FIVE? Can’t be done. I don’t listen to music when I write, but even if I did, I still wouldn’t be able to choose my 5 favorite artists (although if I could, that list would start with Frank Sinatra). So, I have chosen to share with you my Top 5 favorite foods (besides writing, I like to eat). In random order, they are:
1) Pizza. I could eat pizza every day and never grow tired of it, but it has to be good pizza (preferably a thin, crispy crust and lots of melty cheese and a good sauce that isn’t too sweet).
2) Lasagna. This is a perfect food in my opinion. It’s got everything – meat, cheese, pasta, sauce—oh my, my mouth is watering just thinking about it).
3) Homemade baked macaroni. Notice I did not say macaroni and cheese because it’s not the same. This is a baked dish and a comfort food for me. My DH says you can stucco a house with this stuff the way I make it (which is the way my mother and her mother made it). It’ll definitely stick to your ribs…
4) Pot roast. The way my grandmother made it (and the way I make it because she taught me) with gravy and glazed carrots and mashed potatoes. (I should have chosen a different topic. I’m getting hungry now).
5) Chocolate. Need I say more?
So that’s it. My Top 5 favorite foods. Did anything I mentioned strike a chord with you? Make your mouth water? Are you heading off to the kitchen right now, looking for the last M&M?
My newest western, A Kiss in the Shadows, is releasing on October 26 and I’m so very excited. I would love to say this story was easy to write …yeah, I’d love to say that, but that would be a lie. It wasn’t. It was hard.
See, when I started working on the MacDermott Brothers series, I didn’t start with Brock, the hero of A Kiss in the Shadows. I actually started with Eamon, his younger brother (he’s in book 2, which I’m working on now), but every time I sat down to tell Eamon’s story, there he was. Brock MacDermott. In my head. In my ear. In my heart. Asking—no, demanding—that I tell his story first.
So, I bowed to his wishes and started working on his story. And then, after all that yelling and demanding, the man wouldn’t talk to me! Once he got his way, Brock became so darn quiet, I could hear my dogs snoring in the next room! Every once in a while, though, he’d whisper in my ear and he kept telling me he wanted peace, needed peace in his life. And a woman. One who could help him find that peace. He was desperate, so we persevered … and found what he was looking for when Stevie Rae Buchanan forced her way into his life. You’ll like her. Brock certainly did.
Here’s a short blurb for your enjoyment:
Danger lurks in the mountains of New Mexico when sheriff-turned-bounty-hunter Brock MacDermott goes on the prowl for infamous outlaw Zeb Logan. Logan killed Brock’s brother and his family in an ambush, and Brock has never forgiven himself for failing to keep them safe.
Driven by his single-minded mission to make Logan pay, he rides from town to town on a lonely quest, careful to keep emotional attachments at arm’s length—until young, beautiful Stevie Rae Buchanan insists on joining his hunt. Stevie Rae’s father was also brutally murdered by Logan, and she won’t rest until the outlaw is either behind bars or dead.
There’s no room for romance when you’re chasing down a dangerous criminal, but when undeniable feelings develop between them, Stevie Rae and Brock must decide whether capturing Logan is worth sacrificing everything else.
And a short excerpt:
Stephanie Raelene Buchanan, Stevie Rae to those who knew and loved her, slouched in her chair in the corner of Hagan’s Saloon and watched the room darken as Brock MacDermott opened the batwing doors, his broad shoulders blocking the sunlight. A hush settled over the occupants as all eyes turned toward him. Even the piano player missed a few keystrokes in his rendition of “Camptown Races,” which didn’t seem to make much difference.
“Brock, honey!” A woman straightened against the long mahogany bar running the length of the room, feathers fluttering from a twist in her flaming red hair. She pulled the strap of her maroon and black gown back up her shoulder, patting the attached silk flower for good measure, then directed her attention to the man behind the bar. “Winston, whiskey for Mr. MacDermott.”
No smile graced Brock’s face as he took careful measure of each and every person in the room. Stevie Rae held her breath as his gray glare fell upon her, then released it when his gaze drifted on to the next person. Seemingly satisfied, he sauntered into the saloon as if he hadn’t a care in the world and yet, she knew better. He had a loose-hipped gait, but she could see the tension in him—his eyes darted from one side of the room to the other. Did he expect trouble? Here in Little River? In Hagan’s Saloon?
Well, of course, he does. He probably expects trouble everywhere he goes.
“Pepper,” he said, acknowledging the woman now rushing across the floor, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the bottle in the other. He pulled his hat from his head, revealing a wealth of dark hair with just a touch of gray at the temples. He removed his dark brown duster and laid it across an empty chair, then took a seat at a small table with a long, drawn-out sigh. Pepper placed his glass as well as the bottle in front of him. “Thanks.”
Stevie Rae continued to watch from beneath the brim of her hat, fascinated by everything about him—the way he moved, the dark stubble on his face, and the tightness of the black shirt stretched across his wide chest. He was more handsome than she’d remembered him to be and his voice…well, his voice was something straight out of heaven.
She shook herself and clamped her lips together tighter to ignore the heat bubbling in her stomach.
He took a drink, tipping the glass back until all the liquid was gone, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He slid the glass onto the table, then ran his fingers through his hair before pouring himself another shot of Pepper’s whiskey.
She didn’t know him personally, had never met him, but she’d seen him before and knew of him. From Denver, Colorado, to Albuquerque, New Mexico, and all places in between, everyone knew of the bounty hunter Brock MacDermott. His reputation, at least. No one could claim to know the man behind the reputation. Speculation abounded. Some said he was a former military man. Others said he’d been a lawman in Texas. Or it could have been Colorado. Maybe Arizona.
No one in Little River seemed to know. He’d shown up one day a little over a year ago, bringing three outlaws to Sheriff Hardy, and had been back a few times since, but he never stayed long…only long enough to collect his money, send a couple of telegrams, have a drink, and perhaps a little tumble with one of Ruby’s girls, before he left again.
Rumor had it he always got his man…except for one…the same man Stevie Rae hunted. Zeb Logan. Thief. Cattle rustler. Bank robber. Murderer. No, cold-blooded murderer. Thinking about the man who had changed her life made her heart hurt all over again.
Stevie Rae took a sip of the whiskey in front of her and turned her attention back to Brock MacDermott. She hadn’t seen him in over six months, not until earlier today when she saw him ride into town with Hank “The Gun” Simms tied to the saddle of the horse behind him just moments after she had arrived in town empty-handed once again. Zeb Logan proved to be elusive prey, though she’d searched for him throughout the mountains and valleys of northern New Mexico—heading out several times in the four months since he’d killed her father.