Showing posts with label First Meet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label First Meet. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Brush Off the Dust for a First Meet

By Courtney Pierce


I don’t normally write spicy romance. So when I incorporated a sparky first meet in Indigo Lake, the second book of the Dushane Sisters Trilogy, I piled on unexpected complications. The result was good clean fun, especially for me.

I write for the Baby Boomer set, of which I’m a card-carrying member. My characters have rich histories, and as a result, they drag a boatload of emotional baggage into whatever they do and say. That’s no more apparent than with my protagonist Olivia Novak, the central star of the Dushane Sisters Trilogy. She’s a widow, having suffered the loss of her husband of 35 years to a hit-and-run car accident. On the surface, she's the pinnacle of success as a best-selling romance author, but inside she’s an emotional wreck. She spends every spare minute searching for the culprit who killed her husband, and then some. Then after the death of her mother, she finds a manuscript for a murder mystery among the papers in the safe. Of course, she and her two sisters get it published. And when it becomes a bestseller, royalties spell trouble.

Olivia and her two sisters get sued for their mother’s book by a money-grubbing distant relative. Enter Woody Rainey, the small-town lawyer who filed the suit on behalf of his mother. He’s about to find out that this lawsuit is no slam dunk.

Given that Olivia has infinite patience (Not!), she storms into Woody’s office in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire with her sisters and a therapy dog in tow.  Little does she know that her life is about to change.

Here’s the first moment of discomfort from Woody’s point of view:

Olivia crossed her legs, trying too hard to act relaxed. Woody knew body language, and this
woman was wound tight.

“Why on earth didn’t you contact us before sending that threatening email to my publisher?” Olivia said. “We aren’t difficult to find—obviously—since you appear to know all about us.”

She was good. The way she cocked her head to the side made her appear genuine, her lips genuine, hint of cool smile genuine. At this moment, Woody viewed himself as a fraud.

“Going forward was at the insistence of my client.” He spread his hands in surrender. “That course wouldn’t have been my personal choice.” 

The dog trotted to him and sniffed his suit jacket. Woody assumed the dog had been dispatched for cross-examination. A team effort.

"Speaking of which, I couldn’t help but notice you have the same last name as your client.” Olive picked up his name plate and turned it to face him. “How are you related?”

“She’s my mother.”

“Ah . . . ” Olivia nodded. “No conflict of interest there.”

Woody's no longer convinced he's the smartest one in the room. The cat-and-mouse volley continues until Olivia makes an offer that Woody’s unable to refuse.

Olivia fingered Woody’s business cards in a hand-forged pewter dish. She picked one from the stack and flicked the corner with her fingernail. “After we check in to our hotel, do you want to meet us for a drink, maybe dinner, to continue our discussion?”

The situation wasn’t at all what Woody had envisioned when these women walked through his front door. He stood and rubbed his chin.

The fun part of writing this first meet is that neither Olivia nor Woody have any clue they ‘re going to fall in love.

The dinner goes well . . . too well. When Woody returns home that night, he realizes that Olivia has embedded herself in his bachelor heart. But the pull of chemistry that develops between them overrides their ability to resist. Suddenly Cupid’s frying pan to the head becomes more painful than the lawsuit.

That fourth scotch had been a serious lapse in judgment. After leaving Wolfe’s Tavern at nine, Woody climbed the steps to his colonial, his striped necktie hanging in two exhausted strands from his collar. The key fought with his fingers as he tried to match the notches in the lock.

The sisters had worn him out, especially one of them: Olivia. Unable to stop himself, he’d kissed her on the cheek before he left. A second lapse in judgment. He knew better than to get emotionally involved, to waver his focus on the matter at hand. She’d returned the gesture with a tight embrace. No conflict of interest there, he recalled of Olivia’s warning when he’d met her. Her citrusy fragrance lingered on his shirt, opening all his senses.

Under fuzzy aim to the closet, his white shirt made the rim shot into the laundry basket. Compelled by a force he didn’t understand, he pulled the white shirt from the laundry basket and wadded it into a tight ball. A whoosh of sweet lemon . . . with a hint of spice . . . ginger.

A series of emotional twists and turns now come into play: Woody needs to take a side between his elderly mother and Olivia in the lawsuit; Olivia is in a fight to protect her dead mother’s reputation; Woody is afraid his secure routine is being turned upside down; Olivia is afraid of betraying her dead husband’s memory; and Olivia fears upsetting the relationship with her two sisters.

But love conquers all. And, yes indeed, that first sleepover plays on their collective fears. The initial coupling doesn't turn out to be the cathartic experience one hopes for, but it forces Woody and Olivia to look at themselves in the mirror. 

There’s so much material for an author to work with when writing about new relationships of older characters. An iceberg of life experiences can ground the love boat. But that’s why readers cheer them on. A deeper meaning lies beneath a consoling hug, a deep kiss, and the importance of just holding each other.

No matter how old we are, childlike emotions and desperate needs of the heart surface when it comes to falling in love. Suddenly, nothing makes sense. And just like when we fell in love for the very first time, we internally hyperventilate with a thumping heart.

And it hurts so good.



Photo: Micah Brooks
Courtney Pierce is a fiction writer living in Kalispell, Montana with her husband, stepdaughter, and their brainiac cat, Princeton. Courtney writes for the baby boomer audience. She spent 28 years as an executive in the entertainment industry and used her time in a theater seat to create stories that are filled with heart, humor, and mystery. She studied craft and storytelling at the Attic Institute and has completed the Hawthorne Fellows Program for writing and publishing. Active in the writing community, Courtney is a board member of the Northwest Independent Writers Association and on the Advisory Council of the Independent Publishing Resource Center. She is a member of Willamette Writers, Pacific Northwest Writers Association, and She Writes. The Executrix received the Library Journal Self-E recommendation seal.

Print and E-books are available through most major online retailers, including Amazon.com.
Check out all of Courtney's books: 

courtney-pierce.com and windtreepress.com 

New York Times best-selling author Karen Karbo says, "Courtney Pierce spins a madcap tale of family grudges, sisterly love, unexpected romance, mysterious mobsters and dog love. Reading Indigo Lake is like drinking champagne with a chaser of Mountain Dew. Pure Delight."




Coming in 2020!

When Aubrey Cenderon moves to Montana after the death of her father, the peace and quiet of Big Sky Country becomes complicated with a knock on the door from the sheriff. An injured grizzly bear is on the loose and must be eliminated before it kills again. The sheriff's insistence that she buy a gun for protection will present Aubrey with some serious soul-searching, because the grizzly-on-the-run is hunting for her too . . . for a different reason.

Saturday, March 7, 2020

First Meet: Kids, Poker and a Spitting Contest! by Lizbeth Selvig (and a Book Giveaway)


Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys Series
BOOK 4
Hi Everyone!
I’m Lizbeth Selvig and I write small town and western contemporary romance. Thank you so much for inviting me to be here today. I’m always excited to meet new readers and find new authors, too.

It’s especially fun to be here talking about First Meets with you. The moment our hero and heroine first meet is my favorite part of a book to write (and read!). Their reactions to each other determine whether the story will be about learning to fall in love or about obstacles that keep their immediate attraction from being easily turned to love.

My most recent book is “Betting On Paradise,” book four in the series “Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys.” The books take place on Paradise Ranch in western Wyoming and feature the Crockett sisters, who take over their 50,000-acre cattle ranch after their father passes away. “Betting” features a hero and heroine who couldn’t be more opposite: Grace (part of a set of triplets!) who is a little staid and maybe just a touch prudish at first, and Ty a small-time poker player who believes part of Paradise Ranch belongs to him (although nobody knows that at first).

Seven Brides for Seven Cowboys Series
BOOKS 1 - 3
Ty and Grace first meet through Ty’s five-year-old daughter, Lucky, who literally has a genius-level IQ. She’s beating Grace’s nephew, Rory, and the ranch foreman’s son, Aiden, in a poker game. When they decide they’ve lost all their quarters to Lucky, they decide they should have a spitting contest.  Here’s a little excerpt that shows Grace’s reaction:

“I call,” the little girl said. “Show me what you got.”
“I’m gonna win this time,” Aiden replied. “I have a full house.”
Grace bit down on her bottom lip, shocked.
“I only have a pair of kings,” said Rory, and slapped his cards down.
“But I have four eights,” the little girl, Lucky, said. “So …” She gathered in the quarters—maybe five of them—without smiling. “I win.”
“Wait? Four of a kind beats a full house?” Aiden asked. “That doesn’t seem right.”
“It is. We can go ask my dad. He’s an expert.” The girl spoke with the erudition of a physics professor.
“Aw, I’m not gonna ask your dad,” Aiden said. “But I can’t play anymore. I’m out of quarters. Let’s do something else. You always win poker anyway.”
“We could have a spitting contest,” Lucky suggested. “But I’m not teaching you how to spit anymore.”
“No, show us one more time,” Rory said. “You spit farther than anyone I know.”
“Crap on a Cheez-It you guys are lame.” The little girl stood. She was maybe four feet tall. “Fine But I’ve shown you a million times.”
How old was this child really?
She bent slightly from the waist and the next thing Grace knew, a long, disgustingly neat arch of spit traveled three feet through the trees. The OCD in her didn’t know whether to gag or clap.
The boys dropped to the grass and rolled around like puppies, laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe.

I loved the idea of setting Grace up to meet the father of this unusual (and adorable) little girl using something Grace would find less-than-appealing. Of course, Dad turns out to be one really gorgeous man and Grace, normally not one for losing control or crazy first reactions, is taken aback.

“Lucky?”
The deep, resonant call came from the driveway, and Grace turned toward the voice. She might as well have walked face first into a high-voltage fence. The living embodiment of a clichéd cowboy was making his way through the trees. In the space of one gasped breath, Grace went from conversation with three kids to hyperventilating over sex appeal in boots. Her mind reeled at the highly inappropriate thoughts racing into her head, and she blushed as if the children could see them. This was not like her.
“Daddy!”
The word came out in such squeally excitement it gave the first indication, aside from her height, that Lucky was actually her advertised age. Grace calmed her internal, all-feminine-parts-involved reaction and got a grip as the man drew closer. Not that proximity revealed a single flaw in what she’d imagined she’d seen.
He glanced at her, his eyes widening momentarily with surprise, but said nothing before squatting in front of his daughter. Lucky threw her arms around his neck. He pried them free, took hold of the child’s upper arms gently but firmly, and Grace caught the firm set of his amazing jaw. Even pressed together, his lips were full and defined—inviting as all get out.

To Grace’s surprise, Ty scolds his daughter for playing poker especially for real money and reminds her that it’s completely against the rules. He asks her to remember what it’s okay to play with and she replies sorrowfully that she doesn’t need buttons, gum, or rocks. When Ty turns back to Grace he simply shrugs a “what are you going to do” and admits her love of poker must be genetic.  Here’s a final excerpt for you that shows where the start of the relationship goes from there!

“Oh? So, you taught her to play poker?”
“You give your kids what you can.”
A merry light danced behind his eyes and, despite his rule on gambling, Grace’s attraction to him hiccupped for the first time.
“Some parents might try for something a little less … adult.”
He didn’t seem to hear the minor censure in her voice because he laughed.
“She’s advanced in math. It’s a good way to engage her.” He assessed Grace for the first time, a toe-to-head sweep with interested eyes. “I’m thinking you must be Bella’s daughter up from Denver. I heard another Crockett was coming. Should have known she’d be a ten like her sisters.”
Her natural attraction took another nosedive. A ten? Really? The man was the walking-talking embodiment of a good-looking guy possessed of the belief that he could say anything he liked and be considered charming.
“I’m Grace.” She emphasized the name. “You must be the hand Cole recently hired. Do you have a number,too, or can I assign you one?
Not a flicker of discomfiture crossed his features. He grinned wider on his way to offering a handshake. “If I have one it’s pretty dang low.” His hand engulfed hers in a strong, nonsexist grip—a point for him. “Yeah, I’m Ty Garraway.”
“Good to meet you, Ty.” She crossed her arms and inclined her head toward the three children with a mildly disapproving frown. “Since you’re in discipline mode, you should also know they were about to start a spitting contest. I’d think a guy’s guy who’s so good with numbers would find such an unhygienic activity unsettling. I’m sure you could suggest a better use of playtime?”
For the first time since he’d pushed through the trees and into Grace’s world, Ty’s handsome features darkened. “I don’t know about that, Miss Crockett. I’m sorry if the idea of spitting offended you, but I can’t truly say I have a problem with it. Lucky knows where it’s not appropriate to spit.”
“A girl won the spitting contest at the county fair last year.” Lucky turned her anime-wide eyes away from her friends and stared at Grace.
Grace’s cheeks heated slightly. She’d always found the spitting contest disgusting. She reminded herself Ty had at least begun this by telling his daughter she couldn’t gamble for money. That was something.
“You couldn’t have steered her toward 4-H or making fudge or something?”
Any amusement left in his features turned to annoyance. “For someone so adamant about not being a number, I’d think you’d believe it’s a no-no to stereotype girls. Cooking versus spitting? Sounds hypocritical.”
His eyes smoldered protectively—the dangerous, impenetrable green of a primeval forest.

Needless to say, this is a romance and romance does prevail! But it sure was fun to watch Grace and Ty fall for each other despite their big differences. “Betting On Paradise” is definitely one of my favorite (of my own) books!

The first three books in the series feature the oldest three Crockett sisters, Harper (“The Bride Wore Denim”), Mia (“The Bride Wore Red Boots”), and Joely (“The Bride Wore Starlight”). The fifth book will be out this spring and will star the second of the Crocket triplets, Kelly. Its title is “Heating Up Paradise.” I invite you to sign up for my newsletter or check out my website for updates!

I hope you enjoyed the little taste of “Betting On Paradise.” What kind of first meeting scene do you love best? Is it one like Ty’s and Grace’s where they don’t really like each other at first? Or do you prefer instant attraction stories where we get to watch the love story right from the start?

I have a copy of “Betting On Paradise” (choice of e-book or paperback) for one visitor this week, so you can meet the Crockett family. Just leave a comment below to be eligible.

It’s been wonderful to share the day with you. I’d love to have you keep in touch. I have a newsletter and website as well as a Facebook page. I also have a fun reader group called Lizbeth’s Loyal Legions (aka the Triple L’s). You’re most welcome to join me any (or all!) of those places.

Thanks again for inviting me to Romancing the Genres!

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Lizbeth Selvig writes fun, sexy-sweet contemporary romance. Her strong, fun and funny characters don’t mind poking at societal norms even while finding their ways home to family and love. Her novels have won the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® and been nominated for the organization’s prestigious RITA® award. Lizbeth shares life in Minnesota, where her first book series is set, with her husband, Jan, her pretty horses, Jedi and Largo, three human grandchildren, and her four-legged grandbabies of which there are over thirty, including two goats, three alpacas, a mammoth-eared donkey, two miniature horses, a pig, and multiple dogs, cats, and regular-sized horses In her spare time she loves to hike, quilt, read, and horseback ride.


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