The topic picked by the Queens of this blog couldn’t
have landed any better for me. My latest release Staking Claim has nearly half
the book taking place on a clipper ship. The characters also travel about New
York City by Hansom cab and travel by train to Oregon.
Staking Claim is the second in the Halsey Homecoming
trilogy. I already knew who the hero would be, Colin Healy, step-son of Ethan
Halsey from my Halsey Brothers Series. Colin became a baronet when his father
was killed. An event that prompted Colin’s mother to take him to America.
Staking Claim starts with Colin heading back home
for his sister, Shayla’s, birthday and graduation from grammar school. He has
always desired to travel by clipper ship because he prefers to stay in his
cabin and read or do work.
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| Clipper Ship |
A pretty passenger who requires his assistance, not
once, but three times, captures his attention, and Colin finds himself taking
many walks on the deck and joining her for meals in the dining area. I
researched clipper ships and steamships. While the steamships were the rage to
travel from continent to continent in 1899, there were still some clipper ships
that booked passengers. I thought the ambiance and the lack of all the niceties
and attention one received on a steamship fit not only Colin’s character but
helped to show that the heroine and villain were out of place on such a ship.
It’s amazing the smallest thing a writer can find to
enhance a story or show a character.
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| Hansom Cab |
Not only does my hero and heroine cross the Atlantic
by clipper ship, they also travel from New York City to Chicago via train and
eventually on to Baker City, Oregon. Trying to find information on some of the
stops and stations was fun and took time I hadn’t planned into the writing of
the story. However, I think by doing my research it enriches the story.
The characters ride in a second class car after
leaving a private car when they believe they are being followed. Discovering
all about the differences in cars and the directions the trains leaving New
York went was like following false leads in a treasure map.
I knew when I started this story it would be a
stretch to get my hero home and find a way to make it entertaining and hold the
reader to the end. The mystery and suspense I tossed in would not have worked
as well if they hadn’t been traveling.
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Staking ClaimBook Two – Halsey Homecoming Trilogy – Colin’s storyDeceit, contradictions, and lies.On a ship bound for America, Colin Healy encounters a contradictory woman, whose beauty and grace intrigues him.
Livie Leatherby boards the ship as an imposter to get the information she needs to save her family. Befriending Sir Colin Healy is easy with his chivalrous tendencies. But she soon realizes discovering his past marks him for death.
Forced together to stay one step ahead of the Lord set on killing Colin for his estate, can these two get past the lies and deceit that has brought them together before one or the other meets their demise?
Excerpt
Back
up on deck, Colin stood at the ship’s railing watching the dock workers load
the cargo destined for New York. A glimpse of bright blue in the periphery of
his vision, turned his attention to a small entourage headed to the ship’s gang
plank.
There
was no mistaking the long, bright blue coat and large, overly-flowered hat.
Where
were the people now following her when he came to her aid earlier?
A
servant girl followed the young woman. She carried what looked like a hat box
and two men followed her carrying two large trunks on their shoulders. While
the woman’s stride was self-assured, her head pivoted back and forth, her gaze
taking in everything.
Why
would someone clearly of gentry, use a sailing ship to travel when not one
hundred feet away the Campania, a
steamship in the Cunard line, was getting ready to set sail for America as
well?
Before
he registered his own movements, Colin discovered himself standing beside
Captain Whiteside at the gangplank. The jovial captain enjoyed welcoming the
passengers.
One
of the reasons Colin picked going home by sailing ship rather than the faster
steamship was to have fewer passengers to deal with, or in his case, hide from.
He wasn’t a socializer like his sister, Shayla. He tended to have his mother’s
trait of enjoying themselves just fine when alone or with family. Taking the
slower sailing vessel gave him the option of never setting foot in a proper
dining room or having to sit through conversations with strangers.
“Welcome!”
boomed Captain Whiteside as the young woman stepped from the gangplank onto the
vessel.
“Thank
you, Captain.” She touched a gloved hand to her hat, then touched her earlobe
showing beneath upswept copper-colored hair.
Colin
didn’t want to think he was partial to red hair due to his mother’s fiery
locks. This woman’s upswept hair was a more subtle hue. He found the shiny
copper color mesmerizing.
“Your
name?” Captain Whiteside inquired, holding a script with names and cabin
numbers.
“Miss
Olivia Leatherby.” The woman’s green gaze drifted from the captain to Colin.
Her eyes widened, showing she recognized him from earlier. She made no move to
thank or acknowledge him, and her gaze quickly returned to the captain.
Why
didn’t she at least acknowledge my presence? Colin continued to study the young
woman. The more he saw, the more he was intrigued. She was a good head shorter
than he, but her curves and the way she set her feet to take the sway of the
ship proved she wouldn’t float away in a good breeze.
“Miss
Leatherby, you will be staying in first cabin twelve.” Captain Whiteside tooted
on his whistle and the cabin boy hurried forward. “Jack, take Miss Olivia Leatherby to first
cabin twelve.”
“Aye,
Captain.” The young boy waved his hand for the woman and her belongings to
follow.
Cabin
twelve. That was two cabins down from Colin. Being practically neighbors,
bumping into one another would be unavoidable.
He’d
moved back to his spot at the railing when his gaze landed on another passenger
whose fashionable attire and haughty manner didn’t fit with the usual sailing
passenger. He’d come across a few men like this one since his return to England
and taking charge of his estate. Why would a man of this class take a clipper
rather than a steamship? He was the type who would think the accommodations on
a clipper ship beneath him.
The
wind didn’t carry the man’s name to him by the railing as Captain Whiteside
greeted the stranger. It didn’t matter. He could always ask the cabin boy or
the captain the gentleman’s name.
He
turned his attention to the smoke puffing out of the Compania. A dark gray cloud puffed out adding more somber gray to
the day. Passengers lined the deck of the steamship, waving at the people on
the docks.
He
could have been on that ship, surrounded by all the people and traveling in
luxury, but he preferred the slower pace of the sailing vessel. He’d used his
newly acquired connections in the shipping world to obtain a first cabin on the
Americana. While he didn’t need the
luxuries one had while on a steam ship, he did prefer traveling on a sailing
ship in first class. The rooms were slightly larger, giving enough room to not
feel as if he slept in a coffin, and the food, while not being served as
elegantly, was filling and tasty.
The
quiet, solitude, and time would allow him to go over the ideas his cousin Denis
had handed him as he left Meath Hall. Even though he was excited to return to
his family in Sumpter, he had become accustomed to riding about the
thousand-acre estate talking to the tenants and discussing the best ways for
them to grow better crops and livestock. Growing up, all he knew was mining,
but living here, overseeing the land, he felt a kinship to both the people and
the land.
“I
guess you can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country
out of the boy.” He grinned and headed to the first-class section of the ship.
There would be a few more hours of spring sunlight streaming through his port
hole. He’d best take advantage of the light to read the ideas Denis submitted.
He
entered the covered stairwell and stopped.
Angry
words flowed up the opening.
“I
heard you were late.” The steely deep tone sounded like a threat.
“Ah
had to say good-bye…”
He
knew that soft wispy voice. Colin hurried down the stairs.
I grew up in Keokuk,
in the southeast corner of Iowa. My aunt & uncle lived 400 miles away in
Spirit Lake in Iowa’s northwest corner. Given that Iowa had no diagonal roads in
the late 1950s—it still has dang few—it took a LONG time to tack across Iowa by
car. With Mom at the wheel, it took even longer, since we drove at posted back
road speeds, stopped to visit sites like the Little Brown Church in the Vale, paused
to chow down on meatloaf sandwiches, and visited, oh, a dozen filling station
restrooms since Mom, my sister and I seemed to keep different bathroom
schedule. 
