Redeeming and releasing a rebel with author Cynthia Woolf

Romance author Cynthia Woolf recently released a new historical romance. I asked her to tell us a little about it.

 

Redeemed by a RebelBlurb:
Jake Anderson killed a man defending his fiancée from a brutal attack, but lost her and his freedom in the process. Now he’s on the run, hunted by one of her murderers and tormented by the need for vengeance.Becky Finnegan will do anything to escape her drunken father’s fists, including slave away at their mine. Her only hope is to strike gold and make a new life for herself somewhere far, far away from Deadwood. But then Jake arrives and does the unthinkable…forces her to feel, to hope…and to love.

Jake would give his life to protect Becky, but all he can offer her is a broken heart, a criminal’s life, and a past haunted by failure. How can he save her when he’s already lost himself? When the devil catches up to him, will he destroy everything, or can the beautiful rebel redeem Jake’s lost soul?

CHAPTER 1

 

August 1876

He’d been dead. Deader than a doornail in a rotted-out door. Becky Finnegan remembered finding Horace Sutter splayed across the rocks like the annual sacrifice to some unknown god. Heck, that wasn’t something she was likely to ever forget. She’d had to leave him to collect her no good, drunkard father, Billy, from The Gem where he spent all the gold she worked her butt off to get.

She’d lied to Billy once again, only given him part of their gold. If she gave him all of it, like he wanted, nothing would be left to buy food or the pans and other equipment she needed to work their claim. And then there’d be no gold for him to go drown his sorrows. Sorrows that were her fault, according to him, since Becky killed her Ma by getting born. And then he’d beat her and she wouldn’t be able to work so there’d be no gold and the cycle would start again. Better to lie to him.

Resigned, she grabbed the mule’s bridle. Buster snorted at the small jerk she gave the gear as she started walking downstream along the narrow path that followed the creek. She’d made this path, going back and forth to their claim on a daily basis. After collecting Billy from The Gem, after he’d spent another night drowning his sorrows. Better there than at their campsite where he’d just complain and then beat her for the hell of it.

She and her father, Billy, originally came from the coal mines of West Virginia. Some said they were rebels because West Virginia was in the south during the War of Northern Aggression. But that was so long ago and there’d been many, many stops along the way. Becky barely remembered the place anymore. She supposed the only reason she didn’t forget it altogether was because she’d lived there with Grandma Bess. Those were the memories she liked to remember. Grandma Bess was so good to her, but then she had to go and die. Then there was just Billy and new place after new place

Every time she hoped this might be the spot, the one where they could put down roots. But it never was. Billy leached the goodwill from the townsfolk until there was none left and they had to move on.

She’d gotten lucky with her education. One of the ladies she worked for took pity on her and taught her to read, write and speak so she was able to get better jobs as time went on. But not good enough to keep Billy supplied which was why she spent all day in the cold river panning for whatever gold, flake or nugget, she could find.

She went into The Gem and saw Billy, face down on one of the tables next to the door.

“Hi, just came to get Billy,” she said to the man behind the bar.

“Ah, if it isn’t Miss Finnegan. Where are your bruises Becky? Guess Billy’s been keeping his fists to himself lately.” Al Swearengen, owner of The Gem and procurer of flesh, said from in front of his second floor office.

“No thanks to you and all the whiskey he downs here,” she said. There was a running dialogue that she had with Al, every time she picked up Billy.

“Thanks for that. I love the gold Billy spends here every night. He almost single-handedly keeps me in business.”

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Billy, wondering if she really could be related to the reprobate. She’d get the barkeep to load him on the mule and then, when they got back to camp, she’d untie him and let him slip to the ground. She used to try holding him up, to slow his fall, but too many times, she’d ended up trapped beneath him until she could shove his heavy body off her. Totally ignorant of the whole situation, he blissfully slept off the effects of his alcohol fueled stupor.

There’d been just as many times she left him at The Gem and let them deal with his sorry ass..

Dan, the barkeep said, “you get your father and get out. I keep telling you, this ain’t no place for a girl like you to be seen.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Dan,” said Al looking dapper in his black three piece pinstriped suit. He wore no tie and his shirt was open at the collar. Becky craned her neck to look upward at him. “We could give her a job that’s a lot easier than working that claim. Wouldn’t you like that Becky? No more standing in the cold river. You’d be flat on your back, but you’d be warm.”

He leaned on the hand rail of the second floor walkway. The small porch like structure went along the whole back of the building, all of the doors to the whores rooms were off of it and visible from the bar where the barkeep could keep track of the comings and goings of the men from the rooms.

“Not today, Mr. Swearengen, but I’ll be sure and keep your offer in mind.” She hoped the sarcasm came through in her voice.

Swearengen laughed. A great rumble from deep in his chest. “You do that. Help her load Billy on to her mule,” he said to the barkeep then he turned away and went back into his office. “See you tomorrow, Becky,” he called over his shoulder.

She nodded, then looked at the fancy women lounging around the room in varying states of undress and silently agreed with Dan. She should get out. She didn’t understand how they could do what they did. She’d rather work day and night in the creek than let any man with a dollar in his pocket touch her in that way.

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Author Cynthia Woolf

Author Cynthia Woolf

Bio:

Cynthia Woolf is the author of six historical western romance books and one short story with more books on the way. She was born in Denver, Colorado and raised in the mountains west of Golden. She spent her early years running wild around the mountain side with her friends.
Their closest neighbor was one quarter of a mile away, so her little brother was her playmate and her best friend. That fierce friendship lasted until his death in 2006.
Cynthia was and is an avid reader. Her mother was a librarian and brought new books home each week. This is where young Cynthia first got the storytelling bug. She wrote her first story at the age of ten. A romance about a little boy she liked at the time.
Cynthia loves writing and reading romance. Her first western romance Tame A Wild Heart, was inspired by the story her mother told her of meeting Cynthia’s father on a ranch in Creede, Colorado. Although Tame A Wild Heart takes place in Creede that is the only similiarity between the stories. Her father was a cowboy not a bounty hunter and her mother was a nursemaid (called a nanny now) not the ranch owner.

 

Cynthia credits her wonderfully supportive husband Jim and the great friends she’s made at CRW for saving her sanity and allowing her to explore her creativity.

 

TITLES AVAILABLE

REDEEMED BY A REBEL

TAME A WILD HEART

TAME A WILD WIND

TAME A WILD BRIDE

TAME A SUMMER HEART

CAPITAL BRIDE

HEIRESS BRIDE

FIERY BRIDE

LOVE AND MISERY, a very short story

 

Find out more about Cynthia and her works on her website: www.cynthiawoolf.com

Cynthia on Twitter @CynthiaWoolf

RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman–Movie Monday

Longtime readers know I’ve tried to do a movie review every once in a while. This week I’d planned to review Bill Murray’s Groundhog Day. (because, you know, it’s traditional ;)) But yesterday news came in that an actor we’ve come to love has passed away. Many people may know of Philip Seymour Hoffman from the Hunger Games series, but we here at the tribal grounds first encountered him as pain in the butt reporter Freddy Lounds in the 2002 adaptation of Thomas Harris’ Red Dragon. It was after that, with his role as Reverend Veasey in 2003′s Cold Mountain that we really fell in love with him. If you’ve never seen the movie, Veasey’s … a little less than what you’d come to expect from a preacher, but the character was the comic relief.

He was loveable, though, and made what could’ve been a very dark movie that much more endearing. He was also quite good in Capote I loved how he pulled off Capote’s squeaky voice.

Heck, he was good in every  role. Hoffman passed away yesterday, sadly. The news is all over the place but I just wanted to say here, as a fan, Mr. Hoffman, you will be missed!

Nineteenth century physicians by Susan Macatee

Today, I have invited a historical romance author friend of mine to stop by. She’s got a new story out, The Physician’s Irish Lady, and having read it, I really enjoyed it. So here is Susan Macatee to tell us a little more about it. And keep reading for her giveaway.

Susan, thanks for coming!

In my new release, The Physician’s Irish Lady, the hero is a late nineteenth century physician.

This character originally appeared as a minor character, a friend of the hero, in my 2009 Civil

War romance, Confederate Rose. In that novel, he served as a physician in the Union army, but

now practices at home in a small Pennsylvania town in a rural setting.

In the story, he travels to his patients’ homes to treat illnesses and wounds caused by accidents.

The late eighteen-hundreds saw many advances in both medical knowledge and technology. As

a result, the medical profession itself went through drastic changes. The acceptance of germs

causing diseases, unheard of before the nineteenth century, along with research of the human

body and development of specialized tools, caused a revolution in treatments of illness. The

practice of hygiene, put into use during the American Civil War, aided patients and improved

outcomes for recovery.

Late nineteenth century physicians visited patients’ homes or occasionally worked out of an

office in their own home. Doctors in rural areas needed to be able to travel in a wide area.

Doctors would travel by foot or horseback and needed to carry tools and drugs they could pack

into a small case or saddlebag.

During the Industrial Revolution, hospitals in big cities were looked on as being dirty, breeding

grounds for disease and infection. Because doctors didn’t practice methods for keeping germs

from spreading from patient to patient, a hospital stay would likely cause a person to contract a

new disease, so people avoided them.

Because most doctors worked in large geographic areas, they were expected to treat such

ailments as toothaches, stomach aches, fevers and even sick livestock. It wasn’t until later in the

century that physicians developed specialties in medicine.

Even surgical procedures would be carried out in a patient’s home. Anesthesia was not widely in

use until the end of the century, so complex surgeries weren’t usually performed. And the types

of anesthesia available, ether or chloroform, could asphyxiate a patient. Antiseptic practices also

weren’t common until the turn of the century, so a surgical risk of infection after the fact ran

high.

To learn more about nineteenth century physicians, visit this site:

http://rosemelnickmuseum.wordpress.com/2009/03/11/19th-century-doctors-in-
the-us/

The Physician's Irish Lady by Susan MacateeThe Physician’s Irish Lady releases from The Wild Rose Press and worldwide today.

Blurb: After escaping indentured servitude in late nineteenth century Australia, Keara Fagan is now on the run in America. The Irish native was falsely accused of insurrection against the British and abandoned by the man she thought loved her. Now, she must survive on her own in a strange land.

As Dr. Elliot James travels by train from Philadelphia to York, a young woman faints at his feet.
He’s sworn, as a physician, to aid the sick and injured, but fears this woman requires more than medical help. Enchanted by her beauty and touched by her dignity, despite appearing to be alone in the world, he buys her a meal and offers to find her a place to stay in his small Pennsylvania town.

A mysterious Irishman pursues her to the idyllic town surrounded by farmland. Is he an abusive
husband come to claim his runaway wife, or someone more sinister?

And an excerpt:

Elliot cantered his mare to the house. Twilight made it difficult to make out the fence post, but a

soft glow shimmered through the first floor windows. He slid from the horse and tied her to the

post. He’d take her around to the backyard stable once he’d checked on the women.

He stepped in the door expecting his aunt and Miss Fagan to be warming dinner in the kitchen.

His footsteps echoed over the floor. “Aunt Millie?” he called. “Miss Fagan?”

The kitchen door burst open. Millie’s eyes were wide, her hands knotted in her apron.

Elliot’s heart lurched. “Miss Fagan!” he gasped. “Where is she?”

“Oh, Elliot! She’s gone.”

“Gone! Gone where?” Elliot’s pulse raced.

“She went with Jim. His poor boy is very sick. You must go right away.” She worked her hands

in the folds of her gown.

Elliot blew out a sigh. He’d feared either Morrissey had taken Miss Fagan, or she’d run again.

“I’ll get right over there.” He patted his aunt’s gnarled hand. “Don’t worry.”

He hopped back on his mare and hurried to the sheriff’s home. Light shone through the windows.

He tied up the horse and let himself in. “Jim!” he called, “Miss Fagan?”

Jim appeared, a smile lighting his face. “Your guest is a miracle worker. You should take her on

as a partner.”

Elliot followed Jim up the stairs to the boy’s bedroom. His wife, Maggie, hovered at the foot of

the bed, while Miss Fagan sat beside the boy crooning a lullaby. The boy actually let out a weak

laugh.

She turned and started when she caught sight of Elliot. “Did Aunt Millie send you?”

He nodded and stepped toward the bed. “You gave me a scare, Danny.” He placed his hand on

the boy’s forehead. He seemed a bit flushed but wasn’t burning up.

“What did you do?” he asked Miss Fagan.

She shrugged. “Used compresses and some home remedies I learned back in Ireland from me

grandmother. It took the fever out of him.” She nodded at the boy.

Jim’s wife clasped her hands. She seemed on the verge of tears. “Miss Fagan is a miracle worker,

Doc.”

“So your husband’s told me.” Elliot glanced at Jim who hovered in the doorway.

Miss Fagan stood and motioned for Elliot to take her place by the bed. He sat and gave the boy a

quick examination. “He’ll need plenty of fluids and lots of sleep, but I think he’s on the mend.”

He nodded at the anxious parents.

He stood so Mrs. Buckley could sit by her son, then motioned Miss Fagan and Jim into the hall.

“I’d like to thank you, Miss Fagan, for coming with me.” Jim glanced at Elliot. “I came to get

you, but you were out on a call.”

Elliot studied Miss Fagan. She glanced away, appearing embarrassed at Jim’s praise. “Glad I was

to help, Sheriff. He seems like a fine lad.”

Elliot’s gaze slid over her. If he’d been around when Jim had come to call, he wasn’t sure he’d

have done any better.

The Physician’s Irish Lady is available today from The Wild Rose Press

Also available at Amazon

And other ebook merchants. Visit my website for additional links.

Leave a comment for the chance to win a copy of the ebook. Winner will be announced here

tomorrow in the comments section.

Thanks for hosting me on your blog today, Juli!

author Susan Macatee

author Susan Macatee

Susan Macatee writes American Civil War romance, some with a paranormal twist. From time travels to vampire tales, her stories are always full of love and adventure. She’s spent many years as a Civil War civilian reenactor with the 28th Pennsylvania Volunteer Regiment. She’s a wife, mother of three grown sons, and has recently become a grandmother. Outside of spending time with family, she spends her free time watching favorite old movies, and inhaling books.

Thank you for visiting us, Susan and for this peek into The Physician’s Irish Lady. Congrats on its release and good luck with it! Folks, if you’d like to win a copy of Susan’s book, please leave a comment for her here. Thanks for reading!

S.G. Rogers’ new A Gift for Lara

S.G. Rogers has a new novella out folks–free on Amazon right now. And so, as usual, I invited her to tell us a little about it.

A Gift for Lara by S.G. RogersA Gift for Lara -  a Victorian Christmas Story

Synopsis:

Lara Robinson has been carrying an emotional wound for years, stemming from her brief relationship with Miles Greystoke. Unbeknownst to Lara, Miles has scars of his own. Each dread seeing one another again, but circumstances conspire to throw them together over Christmas. When a crisis arises, the two must put their differences aside temporarily to help a family in need. Afterward, will the spirit of Christmas manage to heal their broken hearts?

A Gift for Lara, a Victorian Christmas tale, is FREE on Amazon, December 13th!

Excerpt:

“I have an idea,” Angelica said. “Papa has invited us to Blythe Manor for Christmas. I’ll write back and ask if the invitation could be extended to Miles.” She slid her husband a mischievous glance. “Mistletoe can be quite inspirational to a young man if he’s in good company.”
William lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not suggesting he should consider marriage to one of the twins, are you?”
“Why not? He got along particularly well with Lara at our wedding, as I recall.”
“That was four years ago. The lad has changed a great deal since then.”
“For the better, in many ways. Miles used to be shorter than either Lara or Fiona, and a great deal thicker ’round the middle. At any rate, perhaps he and Lara will reestablish their relationship.”
“I think it’s an excellent notion,” William said. “Ordinarily, I wouldn’t interfere. In this case, however, a little intervention is warranted.”

Sounds like some interesting trouble might be afoot! If you’d like to check it out, like I said above, it’s available at Amazon.  And did I mention? It’s free today on Amazon. :)

Free Today! The Physician’s Irish Lady

Juli D. Revezzo:

Susan Macatee’s new Victorian (American) romance, The Physician’s Irish Lady, is free on Amazon today, for a limited time. Do check it out!

Keara Fagan is falsely accused of insurrection against the British and sentenced to indentured servitude in Australia. The Irish native escapes on a ship bound for America with no money and the clothes on her back. Now, she must stay on the run while trying to survive in a strange land.

As Dr. Elliot James travels by train from Philadelphia to York, a young woman faints at his feet. He’s sworn, as a physician, to aid the sick and injured, but fears this woman needs more than medical help. Enchanted by her beauty and touched by her dignity, he buys her a meal and offers her a place to stay in his small Pennsylvania town.

But a mysterious Irishman pursues her to the idyllic town surrounded by scenic farmland.Is he the abusive husband come to claim his runaway wife, or someone more sinister?

Originally posted on Susan Macatee Romance Writer:

thephysiciansirishlady_w8189_750Today is the first day of my five day free period on Amazon Select. If you have a Kindle, you can download a copy of my new Victorian-American ebook romance, The Physician’s Irish Lady.

Available exclusively on Amazon KDP select

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Interview with Jillian Roring of The Ice Captain’s Daughter and author S.G. Rogers

Sudeley Castle_secret_gardenTooling around London today, I had the pleasure to have tea with a sweet young lady who I’m sure many of you have heard of her before: Jillian Roring. She’s the daughter of the infamous Ice Captain. Well, you know how the London gossips can be so I thought, while I was able to have her as a captive audience, I’d get the real scoop. Here’s what she (and her pal author S. G. Rogers) told me….

Hi Jillian! Thanks for being here. I know you’ve had a heck of a time recently, so I appreciate it.

Jillian Roring: Yes, thank you, Miss Revezzo. I have had a rather adventuresome time of it, but fortunately my scar is now barely visible at all.

Glad to hear you’re doing better. Why don’t you tell us how it all started? You were heading to your very first Season in London, but something sidetracked those plans, I hear?

Jillian: My story seems unbelievable to me, as I sit here in this warm, comfortable drawing room, but my carriage was actually waylaid by a highwayman! I could scarcely believe it, since it’s 1899 and highwaymen rarely appear anymore.

Shocking, you’re right! Who woulda thought? Thank God for Mackenzie Logan! Speaking of the gentleman, what’d you really think of Mackenzie when he first showed up? Seems to me you’re a resourceful girl. You almost had that brigand in hand.

Jillian: I’m not a sea captain’s daughter for nothing! I was determined to escape the lout, and almost did… until he grabbed the back of my skirt and held me fast. The blackguard was pulling back toward the woods when Mr. Logan appeared with a shotgun. Although Mr. Logan looked a bit like a wooly bear at that point, I was ever so glad to see him.

Awww….he’s more teddy bear than wooly bear, I’m sure! What’d you think when you first heard the rumors of Mackenzie’s philandering?

Jillian: The rumors rather put me off, to be completely honest.  Although I must admit, after Mr. Logan had shaved off his beard and changed his clothes, I could scarcely stop looking at him.

Oh yeah. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s so cute!!! Now for a wicked question: If you could go and choose any of his friends, which would it be?

Jillian: Mr. Hawkins, who is Mr. Logan’s particular friend and neighbor, is a gentlemanly sort of man, and pleasant company. Please don’t tell anyone, but my feelings for him could never be quite so warm as they are for Mr. Logan.

Your secret’s safe with…oops! I guess not! Sorry. At any rate, you’re no stranger to the papers are you? The gossip about your father for instance, the Ice Captain, is quite intriguing, tell us the truth, is he as infamous as he seems?

Jillian: I’m given to understand from my Aunt Letty, that the ladies were simply mad for him during the Season he met my mother.  His fair coloring and handsome good looks have something to do with it! Plus, I think there’s something about a sea captain that sets the imagination on fire.

Oh, I agree. Finally, the papers have been buzzing about you two lately, care to divulge any future plans between you and Mackenzie?

Jillian: Oh, Miss Revezzo! Despite my regard for you, I beg you not to force a confidence.

Oh all right. I won’t twist your arm.

Jillian: I am determined, however, not to marry unless it is to a man who adores me as much as my father adored my mother.

Honestly I agree. That is the best way to go. ;) So we’ll just hope it’s with Mackenzie. Dreamy gentleman that he is. And one for your creatrix: S.G. dear what are we really looking forward to in Jillian and Mackenzie’s future? Can you give us a hint? And for those who haven’t read The Ice Captain’s Daughter, care to give us a little taste?

S.G. Rogers: It’s so hard for young ladies and gentlemen in London society, especially when they aren’t prepared for interference from gossips and rivals… most especially from scheming former fiancées such as Sophia Watkins! Here’s a small preview, so you can see what I mean for yourself:

Excerpt:

“Your papa…he’s the Ice Captain, is he not?” Sophia asked.

Jillian smiled. The nickname never failed to delight her. “Yes.”

“You might not want to mention that to anyone else.”

“Why not?”

Sophia wrinkled her pert nose. “I’m sure he’s a very good sort of man but importing ice is an awful lot like being in trade.”

Shocked, Jillian didn’t know how to respond. Sophia mistook her expression for fear.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re friends, so your secret is safe with me.”

“I thank you, truly, but I don’t have anything to conceal as far as my father is concerned.”

Sophie gave Jillian a pretty little pout, as if she were a small child who’d just been caught doing something naughty. “Please don’t be vexed with me. Mama says I blurt out truths in an unvarnished fashion and it’s frightfully rude.

****

Sophia sounds like a complete…erm, not very nice person! I’m sure, Jillian, you will get the upper hand eventually! Thanks for spending some time with me today.

Folks, I hope you enjoyed this interview as much as I! Here’s just a tad more about Jillian’s story.

icdcover81copyThe daughter of a wealthy ice merchant, Miss Jillian Roring intends to marry for love.  En route to her first Season in London, however, a failed kidnapping sends her into the arms of the most jaded bachelor in England.  When Logan and Jillian unwittingly violate the rigid rules of propriety in Victorian-era England, he is obliged to make her an offer of marriage.  Because she aspires to be more than an obligation, Jillian refuses the match. Logan follows her to London to woo her properly, but his scheming ex-fiancée has other plans.

Can Logan convince Jillian that his love for her is real or will the cruel gossip and sharp tongues of London society tear their budding relationship apart?

If you’d like to check out Jillian’s story it’s available for Kindle at Amazon, and for more of S.G. Rogers’ fine works you can check out her website at: http://childofyden.wordpress.com