Showing posts with label Historical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Historical. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Pirate's Ransom--Author Gerri Brousseau


Thank you so much, Marian for hosting me here today. I’m delighted to meet your visitors.
Gerri, I'm so Glad you're here today also. I read and loved Pirate's Ransom

    1.)    Gerri, I like Catherine’s strength and how she overcomes events out of her control. Was there any one person you modeled her after (literary or real)?

Any resemblance to anyone I may know is pure coincidence. I think some of me is in her, but perhaps I flatter myself in thinking that. She does things I would do in her situation.

    2.)    Why would a gentlemen turn to piracy for a living? Or is Edmund being a gentleman misleading? J

 Ahh ... I guess your blog visitors will just have to read the book to find out what’s really behind that deliciously handsome
scoundrel, Pirate Captain Edmund Drake.

3.)    As an author now that you’ve completed, sold and published your book, do you let the characters go? Or do they still live within you?

                I think they will live within me, at least for a while. A fan recently asked me if I was planning on writing a sequel ... so you never know.

4.)    How did you pick your genre, historical romance?

                History has always interested me and I love doing the research. I think about different times in our history which in and of themselves were not romantic, but became romantic because of the struggles of those living through them; times such as the Civil War, The French Revolution, and of course, the times when pirates sailed the seven seas. I like to think about the people who survived these difficult times and it is their stories I yearn to tell.

5.)    Was there much research required to understand the period and the speech patterns?

 

Most of my research was about ships of the time, pirates, Blackbeard, his hideouts and his life and death. I also had to do some research about different things I mention in the book and, of course, the royals in power in London at the time. As for the period speech patterns, they sort of flowed, but I had to be very careful not to over-do it with the pirate speak. I know authors are not encouraged to write in dialect, but my editor encouraged it and thought it was fine.

 

6.)    I don’t want to ask pointed questions that will give your plot away, so I’ll stick with the characters. Why Blackbeard?

 

I had actually been to Blackbeard’s castle so I could describe it. That remained in the back of my mind and as I thought about the plot of my book I wanted to be able to use what I knew. When I researched him I found Blackbeard was fierce to look upon and the more I found out, the more I knew he would be the perfect notorious enemy.

 

7.)    Are you working on you next novel and is it also a historical romance?

Yes, right now I’m doing some character sketching and loose outline for a new work in progress, but I do have a second novel being released in November. According to Legend is a time travel romance, so I guess the answer would be, yes. I have not tried to write anything contemporary, and I don’t think I would find it interesting.

Gerri, I’m sure my visitors would love a sneak preview into A Pirate’s Ransom.

 

Excerpt:

Every man upon the deck froze, then looked in their Captain’s direction. The Captain turned back to face me, although with the sun in my eyes, I still could not make out his features.

“A request, Milady?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes, if you please, Sir, kindly permit me to have my maid, Mary, accompany me, for propriety’s sake,” I said in a strong clear voice, resounding with a courage I certainly didn’t feel.

He laughed and said, “Are there any others among you who wish to accompany the Countess?”

Silence filled the air, and I chanced a glance at my father, who cast his eyes downward and said not a word. Coward.

“I am certain there is at least one among you who would be competent enough to deliver a message to the Duke of Devonshire. Kindly advise His Grace that if he wishes to ever see his lovely bride again, he shall pay a pirate’s ransom,” the pirate lord’s powerful voice commanded.

“Begging your pardon, Sir,” Smith muttered, taking a tentative step toward the pirate lord, “but do ye mind telling us wot amount a coin a pirate’s ransom be?”

“Ah, Smith, there you are. You have been most helpful in assisting me here today, and your reward awaits you aboard The Lady. As for His Grace, Wentworth Simmons is quite aware of what my ransom demands are. Now, Countess, would you care to extend an invitation to any others to accompany you before we depart?”

My mouth dropped open as I watched the wiry Mister Smith, my betrayer, scamper across the plank and onto the huge pirate ship. Snapping my jaw closed, I allowed my eyes to sweep the remainder of the crew and I dared a glance once again at my father, whose gaze met mine briefly. But in that scant moment, I recognized his silent plea, begging me not to name him.

Realizing the pirate lord awaited my reply, I uttered a soft, “No, Sir. Just my maid, if you would be so kind.”

“Very well, Milady, as you wish.” Without another word, he strode off, his large frame disappearing into the setting sun.

                                                Photo courtsey of Apieling Pictures
 

Buy links: Available at: http://www.soulmatepublishing.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/kindle/dp/B0091PRUTO/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_eos_detail


Website links: www.gerribrousseau.com

 
I would also like to tell your visitors about a little contest I am having at my website. If they are interested, they should visit my website and click on “Claim the Ransom” and follow the directions to enter and for their chance to sail away with the treasure.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Author Maxine Douglas

I'm excited today to host author Maxine Douglas. For all historical romance fans out there checkout Maxine's latest work Knight To Remember.

      Excerpt from KNIGHT TO REMEMBER:

     “Look who I found lurking in the shadows.” Thomas smiled at Issie like the Cheshire cat.

     The two women eyed each other, contempt in Issie’s eyes and distrust in Courtney’s. Deep beneath the surface of politeness lay a rivalry with which Reynold was already all too familiar. These two had never liked each other, even as children playing in the courtyard.

     He couldn’t accept the fact Lady Courtney was not his Catherine. Something deep down in his heart and soul told him they were one and the same, just born in different worlds and time.

     Reynold stood, allowing Lady Courtney to take his seat. He’d already told Thomas his story. What more could he say? That he was in love with a woman much like Lady Courtney? That he’d been banished from his homeland because he wouldn’t bed down with his queen?

     Not with Queen Isabel sitting in front of him; he valued his life too much for such an accusation…even if it were the truth and common knowledge within Heartsease. She wouldn’t hesitate to have him cut down where he stood, if she so desired.

     And what of Lady Courtney? Would she believe his words, or treat him with the kindness she’d shown the mindless of their country? He’d not take the chance; not yet any way.

     “Reynold Loddington.” His name rolled like sweet honey off Courtney’s lips. “Very unusual. Is it an old family name?”

     Reynold shifted his feet, not sure how to answer Lady Courtney’s question. If she were really Catherine in another time, then wouldn’t she have full knowledge of who he was? Her face was the same porcelain hue, and while her eyes may have changed in color, he saw the same passion and sweetness within them. He wondered whether her lips still held their sweet taste, as well.

     Issie cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to her. “I would venture to guess his parents were deep into fifteenth century England history. I’d also bet that—”

     “Enough, Issie! I don’t think this man needs to be subjected to your questions, ladies. It’s late, and we all need to be fresh for tomorrow’s crowd.” Thomas slapped Reynold on the back, and then led him toward the door and into the safety of the night.

                                                      * * * *

     “Fare thee well, Black Knight!” Issie called out, waving her hand in the air as Reynold and Thomas took their leave.

     “Well! I never.” Courtney sat back in her chair, amazed at the turn of events. Here sat Issie Cummings, self-proclaimed witch, with one man lapping up her every word while another spat at her. Just what the hell did she have that no other woman had, anyway? That she didn’t have?

     “Of course you have.” Issie continued waving, her eyes never leaving the backsides of the two men until they were through the door. “More times than I’d care to recall.”

     “Issie, you are the most…ohhhhh! I can’t even begin to describe how nasty you can be.” Courtney looked at her, watching her expression change from lustful to predatory. The cold, black look sent a chill of recognition down her spine. She’s seen the look before, but she wasn’t sure when or where.

     Issie took a drink from Reynold’s tankard, licking her lips slowly. She reminded Courtney of a lioness finishing her evening snack. Only the purr of satisfaction was missing. As far as Courtney was concerned, the woman had no business taking such a liberty. She was being far too familiar with Reynold Loddington for Courtney’s liking.

     Then again, why should she give a darn? He was just another reenactor, here for the summer, and gone as soon as possible after Labor Day weekend. No, she didn’t care what happened to Reynold Loddington. At least, that’s what she kept telling her heart each time his name floated off of Issie’s lips.

     Issie leaned forward, her eyes burning like black flames. “You and I have never liked each other, Courtney.” She slapped her hand down on the table hard enough to upset one of the tankards, spilling ale onto the table. “I will have what I set out to get, and you’ll not stop me this time around, Catherine!”

     A shiver of fear and warning flittered down Courtney’s spine.

     That’s the second time today someone’s called me Catherine. These people have got to get their minds straight.

     “I don’t know who Catherine is, but she’s not me. I wish you and that Mr. Reynold Loddington, or whatever it is he’s calling himself, would get that straight.” Courtney shoved herself out of her chair to leave the table. She leaned down, coming nose-to-nose with her enemy. “You’ll not scare me, Isabel Cummings. I know your kind, and there’s a reason why other women avoid you.”

     Courtney stomped out the tavern door, Issie’s wicked laughter following her into the night.



Bio: 
An avid horse lover and reader, Maxine Douglas loves spending time in the saddle, curled up with a good book, catching up with her oldest grand-daughter, or chasing her youngest grand-daughter around the house. She resides in Oklahoma with her husband, and is a member of both Romance Writers of America, Oklahoma Romance Writers of America, and the Electronic Publishing Industry Coalition.