1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
My husband and an axe. The reason being, my husband has enough brains and the skill to make something out of nothing, keep his cool, and get us off the island. An axe because it can be used to cut and dig with or if necessary, make someone into fish bait if they become iritating.
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I wouldn’t say one musical gets anywhere close. It’s more a case of Calamity Jane meets Hairspray. I’m a bit of a tomboy, but I have been known to rebel against what is expected of me. I have also been known to scrub up and wear a dress occasionally too.
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them: turf, guarantee, reject.
Danny had no intention of being a reject jockey. That being said, his diminutive size was no guarantee of his success in the trials. One had to have the ability to get the best out of a horse while being the least burden. This race was his test. The chestnut mare pawed the turf, anxious to get going. As the white flag went up all the inside the stalls went into heightened alert, then, the gates opened… and they were off….
4) You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Thranduil from The Hobbit. Damn, the man is gorgeous and tall. The years of experience the
JLH: omg, I love Lee Pace too! He's awesome in Halt and Catch Fire!
5) What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
We have a takeaway and curl up on the sofa with a movie.
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
If I had to say one or the other it would be plot. However, the more I think about it, it is neither. To begin with, I have an image in my head; for example - a washed up body, a church, or a gnarled tree. The image can come about by something I’ve seen, a dream I’ve had or a song I’ve heard. That image then develops into a scene showing why or how that image appeared, and the plot begins. Once I start writing, the character develops. The personality of the character comes first before the physical attributes.
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Glenn Close. I think she is sufficiently wacky. She is a handsome woman, but not a classic beauty. I scrub up okay, but I ain’t no Miss World by any stretch of the imagination. I wish I had her figure though. I used to be thin once, and I can dream in a movie. If not her, then it would be Julie Walters. There hasn’t been a movie the lady made that I haven’t liked, and I love the depth, humor, and fire she brings to her characters. I loved the moment in Harry Potter where she said “That’s my daughter, you bitch.”
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I try not to watch horror - it gives me nightmares, so I can’t say I have a favorite. As a child I used to
JLH: Another favorite of mine! You have great taste, woman! :)
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Robin Hood. I love history and I’ve seen many people play the man from Douglas Fairbanks to Russell Crowe. I’ve even been to Nottingham Forest for the official tour.
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
If there was it would be dangerous to tell you at the moment.
Born in the wrong time...
In 1875 Dakota, Sheriff Jamie Carter has to hide his interest in men, even from his gutsy twin sister, Anna. On a good day, the truth can mean a bullet between the eyes, and on a bad, one in the back.
A man on a mission...
Jamie leaves Anna in charge of Blackrock and he hits the bounty hunting trail, along with his faithful equine companion, Houston. Five territories, scores of ‘Wanted’ posters, and many bullets later, his path unexpectedly converges with that of enigmatic loner, Kit Brooks.
Two men with one soul...
Will the smoldering fire between them rage into an inferno and break down protective barriers, allowing them to find love? Or will it separate and kill them?
Beneath Dakota skies...
Jamie and Kit’s story is a sweeping saga of cowboys, Indians, persistent broads, and vengeful villains, where the cowboys aren’t always the good guys, and love can’t be taken for granted.
“Who’s there?” he barked into the dark.
Jay wasn’t happy at being denied sleep again. There was no answer, and the laughing abruptly stopped. All Jay could hear was the wind rustling the small new leaves on the trees. Eventually sleep took him, albeit restlessly.
Moving out in the morning, he followed the trail north. However, the farther he traveled, the more he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
That evening, Jay set up camp not far from water. It allowed him to replenish his canteen (after boiling it, of course, like his mama taught him) and take a dip. The stream ran deeper, wider, and faster than at other places he’d seen. It was perfect for a bath and rough shave.
Dust, grease, and grime from the last few days scoured his skin. Even though the water was bone chillingly cold, soap and tough scrubbing removed the filth. The freshness it brought made him feel much better. After drying off, Jay returned to camp with a spring in his step.
The closer Jay got to his warming fire… the more he heard voices.
Hiding behind a tall bush, Jay withdrew his gun and… very… slowly… cocked it ready.
Natives were going through his stuff.
His breathing shallow, Jay raised his arm to take aim. At that moment, a weathered hand softly covered his mouth. Jay froze. The man’s other hand carefully and silently lowered his gun. None of the movements were threatening. Though Jay’s heart was pumping so hard he thought it wanted out of his chest.
“Don’t,” was whispered into his ear. “They’re curious. They’ll go soon.”
Jay nodded in compliance, but the stranger’s hold on him didn’t falter. The arm that lowered his gun was around his waist, along with his gun. The man was ensuring Jay didn’t move. His soft, quiet breathing ghosted over the side of Jay’s face. Warmth from the strong stranger permeated every pore of Jay Carter’s cold body like a sleep-inducing fog.
Within minutes the natives left, leaving almost no evidence of their visit, except for a missing sack of grain.
The man continued to whisper, “They’ve been following you since you entered their land. They’re Wichita, and they mean you no harm. If you shoot your gun, it’ll alert every tribesman to your existence. Be careful. Be quiet. Don’t do anything stupid… like sing.”
The sweet scent of honey wafted into Jay’s nose. His body was invaded—not physically, but sensually. Jay had to close his eyes to steady himself.
As if by magic, the stranger’s hold on Jay was gone, leaving cold air in its wake. Instead of being relieved, Jay missed the heat from the man’s broad chest against his back, and the strong arms wrapped around him. It was comfortable, safe… and unnerving.
I live in the United Kingdom, south of Birmingham. I am married with children and love my family with all my heart.
My love of books has been a long standing affair, liking nothing better than to lose myself in an imaginary world.
Until I met Lily Velden, I never considered trying my hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged me to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, I haven’t stopped. My increased confidence eventually led to me writing an original work for submission.
My first published work was Boys, Toys and Carpet Fitters, developed for Dreamspinners Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home. Since then I have had 3 other stories published by Wayward Ink Publishing – DIY Delights, Invisible, and Sleepwalking. More are on their way.
Now I absolutely adore immersing myself into the characters I create, and transferring the pictures in my brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.
Outside of writing, my interests include; martial arts, horse-riding, and movies, all of which facilitate my love of a variety of genre movies. My action heroes include; Jet Li and Tony Jaa— the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill is both amazing and a privilege to watch. I also believe the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. My all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
The simple things in life that make my day, putting a smile on my face are:-
Laughter - especially that of my children.
The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes my mouth salivate.
The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.