Showing posts with label Kathleen Lawless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kathleen Lawless. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

The Old Fashioned Way By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

 



Authors, in general, spend a lot of time doing research. Sometimes we get so lost in the fascinating things we discover that we neglect the poor characters we left hanging in a precarious situation. Historical writers in particular love to dig away in the past to unearth little-known tidbits that are always fun to include in our stories. Readers really appreciate it too when, as well as enjoying our made-up world, they learn something they didn’t already know.

 The internet can be both a curse and a blessing when it comes to research.  On the one hand, it’s “How did we ever manage before Google?” While on the other hand, the internet is full of mis-information, half-truths, and rabbit holes we would never normally go near. 

 Being an old-fashioned type of gal, I have to admit I still love research books. Real ones, with pages where I can highlight sections or stick a bookmark. I have many happy memories of  the research floor of my local library, going back to my teens. I loved the smell of the old books, the peaceful aura that was condusive to reading and writing. the euphoria when I found what I was looking for.  I also haunted the library discard book sales and credit some of my best research materials to them. Sadly, when I moved, I was forced to downsize my library. But here are a few of my favorite research books that I wouldn’t be without.





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Search out your favorite genre(s), click away, and load up your ereader. No commitment, no strings, just writers thanking readers.

 

Oh, and Happy Fall Equinox!  

Kathleen   

USA Today Bestselling Author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

With nearly 50 published novels to her credit, she enjoys pushing the boundaries of traditional romance into historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction.     

She makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and loves to hear from her readers.  www.kathleenlawless.com

 

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Tuesday, August 16, 2022

What to do with those minds-of-their own Secondary Characters By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

It’s always a thrill to me as a writer when, out of the blue, a secondary character suddenly demands their story be told. I wrote a proxy bride story a while back. A Bride for Shane introduced Lacey, a rich-girl horse breeder in Maryland who heads West as a proxy bride to save the life of her brother’s best friend. I had no idea when Lacey’s former jockey showed up mid-book with some of her horses that he would hang around and fall in love with Lacey’s housekeeper.

Suddenly, right behind my back, offstage as it were, (because I was busy sorting out Lacey and Shane and their HEA at the time) Tom and Kate embarked on their own Later-In-Life love story. The story’s epilogue included the older couple getting married while Shane and Lacey discuss renewing their vows, which eventually takes place in a subsequent Mail Order Bride book.

Meanwhile Tom and Kate really felt that just because they were older, with her twice widowed, didn’t mean they couldn’t experience the passionate ups and downs, the he-loves me-he loves me-not stuff that fuels an angst-filled romance before it culminates in a happy-ever-after.



A thus was born, A Bride for Tom. If you enjoy a shorter read with a few surprises along the way, I’m making this story available free next month for subscribers to my Newsletter. Sign up here: http://eepurl.com/bV0sb1 to receive a free Western romance as a thank you right away, plus the link to claim A Bride for Tom next month. I hope to see a few new names on my subscriber list. 

And if you're a fan of audiobooks, Shane will soon be available in that format. It was pretty exciting to hear my words come to life through the voice of a narrator.

All the best for the remainder of August and the cooler days and nights of September. I know some of you have experienced extreme heat where you live, so please take care and stay safe.

 Kathleen         

USA Today Bestselling Author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

With nearly 50 published novels to her credit, she enjoys pushing the boundaries of traditional romance into historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction.     

She makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and loves to hear from her readers.  www.kathleenlawless.com

Sign up for Kathleen’s VIP Reader Newsletter to receive a free book, updates, special giveaways and fan-priced offers.    http://eepurl.com/bV0sb1

 

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Tuesday, July 19, 2022

They Really Like Me! I hope. By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

 Most writers, by nature, are hideously insecure. Think about it. We work alone, trusting only our fickle imagination. If we’re pursuing an agent or a deal with a big publishing house, chances are good we will be rejected time and again.
In my case, years.

Self-publishing gives writers another avenue to reach readers, but the self-doubt continues. A 1* review bruises any ego we have left after we hit publish. And if no one buys our work, there’s another low blow to the self-esteem. What made us think we could write a book readers would pay good money for? Who do we think we are, anyway?



We try to pump ourselves.  Convince ourselves we’re in good company. After all, the best of the best also had their share of criticism and rejection.  

 -Rudyard Kipling: I’m sorry Mr. Kipling, but you just don’t know how to use the English language.

-Emily Dickinson: [Your poems] are quite as remarkable for defects as for beauties and are generally devoid of true poetical qualities.

-Ernest Hemingway (regarding The Torrents of Spring): It would be extremely rotten taste, to say nothing of being horribly cruel, should we want to publish it.

But even if we’re lucky enough to taste a modicum of success, self-doubt continues to rear its taunting head. We’re a fake. An imposter. That book was a fluke. The next one will never be as good. Fans will hate it.



And thus continues the writer’s roller coaster of fear and loathing, celebration and success. Through it all, we keep writing, living for the crumbs of praise and validation to come our way.

Then, out of the blue, you get a letter like this:

“Thanks so much for sharing your talent with us. I enjoy your books so much.”

And this happens.


5* "This set of books was simply captivating. They were the perfect blend of romance and adventure." Booksprout Review

They Like Me! They Really Like Me!

The fact that they like me gets backed up by sales. Right now I’m on a peak. No doubt the next release will cut me down to size really fast.

If you enjoy box sets about Mail Order Brides in the Old West, Here Come the Brides Volume 1 and 2 are also in KU. 

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And if you happen to be hankering after a way to cool down during summer's heat, here's a selection of Christmas in July Sweet Christmas Reads.  Mail Order Noelle has been discounted this week for the sale.   https://books.bookfunnel.com/5daychristmasinjulybookblast/nvovne87an

USA Today Bestselling Author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

With nearly 50 published novels to her credit, she enjoys pushing the boundaries of traditional romance into historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction.     

She makes her home in the Pacific Northwest and loves to hear from her readers.  www.kathleenlawless.com

Sign up for Kathleen’s VIP Reader Newsletter to receive a free book, updates, special giveaways and fan-priced offers.    http://eepurl.com/bV0sb1

 

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Tuesday, June 21, 2022

When is a Cowboy not a Cowboy? By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

Merriam Webster defines ‘cowboy’ as an animal herder who tends cattle on ranches, traditionally on horseback, and often performs a multitude of other ranch-related tasks.

Then I saw this other definition: One having qualities (such as recklessness, aggressiveness, or independence) popularly associated with cowboys.

Lightbulb Moment!

Thus inspired, I created Blaze, a dare devil stuntman who wears leather chaps and rides a Harley instead of a horse.  And like any cowboy who loses his ability to rope and ride due to an accident, Blaze has to reinvent himself after a failed stunt nearly kills him. Which is when we meet him.

 

“You’re early.”  Kaitlin opened the door to see a man clad in dusty, formfitting leather, his shaggy caramel-colored hair badly in need of a trim.  She stepped back a pace.  “Come on in. Let’s see what you look like under all that road dust.’’

The stranger stepped past her and into the front hall. “You must be Kaitlin. Steve said—’’

“My brother knows I can’t resist a challenge.’’ Kaitlin circled the man, eyes narrowed as she inspected him from all angles. Actually, in the right clothes, this one should clean up quite nicely. And he did possess a certain undeniable something.

“One good thing. We should be able to fit you off the rack. There’s no time to wait for custom tailoring.” Broad shoulders tapered to lean hips, which were hugged by a modern-day version of cowboy chaps in supple-looking black leather.

“But those chaps. The look is all wrong unless you’re auditioning for a cowboy commercial.” The garment in question sheathed him like an intimate glove, up over snakeskin boots to hug an impossibly long length of leg, before ending in a V of faded denim below his belt. The scrap of exposed denim was the exact same shade as his eyes.  Realizing where her gaze lingered, she looked away and hoped she wasn’t blushing.

He rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms over his impressive chest.  One side of his mouth quirked up in an endearing half-smile.  “I wasn’t expecting an audition.”

Dead silence hung between them and Kaitlin felt herself flush.  Weren’t people supposed to outgrow adolescent blushing?  Apparently not her. Even her ears were burning. “Somehow, I get the feeling you’re not my brother’s friend/wannabe model I was expecting.”

“Is that what he told you?”  The newcomer braced one shoulder against the doorframe as if he had every right to be there, thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jacket. His half-smile turned into the real thing.  The change in expression deepened the grooves in his cheeks and gave him a lazy look that matched his careless pose.

His smile was addictive and Kaitlin caught herself starting to smile back. “How about I introduce myself properly? The name’s Blaze.” Lazily his right hand stretched toward her, broad and sun-browned with a faint line of scars visible across the first two knuckles. “I’m your date for the weekend.”

 


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Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Bicycles And Bloomers By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless


 

The invention of the bicycle in the 18th century marked an interesting era.  Women’s fashions at the time were hardly conducive to this activity and various opinions were bandied about regarding ladies exerting themselves in this way.  Never mind most Western women were washing the family’s clothes by hand, churning butter, caring for livestock and growing food to feed their household.  As bicycles became more popular, they afforded women an easier mode of transport and led to some interesting fashion changes to provide more suitable attire.   


 

My heroine, Chelsea, in Chelsea’s Choice is a free-thinking, free-spirited young woman who emigrated to Arizona in search of adventure and more opportunities for women.  It’s not easy to divulge someone’s personality in the opening pages of a book, but the fact that Chelsea shows up with the town’s first bicycle tells the reader a fair bit about her in the opening scene.  She doesn’t necessarily follow protocol or act the way society expects of a well-to-do young woman. Exactly the right person to tangle with my ‘Reclusive Man’ and break down those barriers he’d built between himself and the rest of the town.

 Chelsea’s first appearance in her new town: Chelsea pumped the pedals of her shiny new bicycle as she made her way slowly down the main street of Bullet, swerving to avoid horses, carriages and the assortment of pedestrians, all ages who stopped, mouths agape, to stare.  She must look a sight, as she had yet to quite get the hang of this thing. It turned out staying upright while balancing on two wheels was a lot harder than the fellow back East had made it look.

 Up ahead, she spotted the sign for the hotel and carefully slowed the bicycle.  When she reached her destination, she stopped and dismounted as gracefully as possible.  For the sake of decorum while traveling across the country by train, she’d worn a full skirt that ended just above the ankle, sadly missing the freedom of her cycling bloomers, which she had purchased with ease of riding in mind.

 The hero’s reaction a short time later:  Reece tightened his grip on the reins as he signaled to the horses.  He drove away, conscious of those dancing dark eyes boring into his back. What was the world coming to?  A woman speaking so freely to a stranger.  Showing up here with a bicycle.  A woman like that meant sure-fire trouble.  Good thing he kept to himself.

 This multi-author series is going strong and can be viewed here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09K7FP3SJ

 Chelsea’s Choice releases next month and can he pre-ordered here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Q9BG2FV

USA Today Bestselling author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

Her hero, Steele, in HER UNDERCOVER COWBOY, is a modern-day cowboy, so when she was wooed by a man called Steel— while he’s not a cowboy, he is an alpha male and her forever hero.  Which is why all of her stories end Happily Ever After.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

JOURNEY OR DESTINATION? By Kathleen Lawless @kathleenlawless

 I recently returned from a vacation, the first time on a plane in almost 3 years.  And while flying isn’t what it used to be—no meals or movies—it’s still a lot easier than the way my characters moved around in the 19th century. 

 It’s not the destination but the journey is possibly one of the most cliquéd cliqués ever.  And I agree when it pertains to our own lives.  It’s easy to be so focused on the end result we miss things that happen along the way.  But when it comes to my Western characters, I would have to say it’s about the destination.  Travel from A to B was slow by today’s standards.  Sea voyage.  Wagon trains or steam trains to cross a huge, vast, mostly uninhabited country. Then horseback, wagon or foot from town to town or town to farm.

 Unless something significant happens on the journey, I tend to gloss over it, moving my characters to where the action is to further the plot.  Like in my upcoming release, Chelsea’s Choice. Chelsea travels a great distance from South America to the small town of Bullet on the Western Frontier.  I want her there, embroiled in the action. 

          Reece stopped his wagon outside the hotel, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the bicycle propped there, looking totally out of place.  Before he landed here, he’d seen a few of the two-wheeled contraptions in other parts of the country but this was the first one he’d seen in these parts.

          As he sat there, his friend Henrietta came through the front door, followed by a dark-haired woman who could have been her sister. The second woman, who hung back, stared his way in curiosity.

          Reece hated folks staring at him, and pulled the brim of his hat down lower.  “G’day, Henrietta,” he said as she reached his side.  He inclined his head toward the other woman.  “Kin of yours?”

          “Yes, Chelsea just arrived.  I came out to see the latest invention, her bicycle.”

          Reece made a face.  “Don’t see it taking the place of horseback, myself.”

          Henrietta raised her brow in a way he took to mean Chelsea was somewhat of a handful. “Reece, would you mind doing me a favor?  When you get back from Yuma, could you swing by the stagecoach depot?  Chelsea left her things there and I don’t have anyone here right now that I can send for them.”

          Reece grunted his assent.  He’d do anything for Henrietta and the other Masons, who had pretty much saved his life when he first got here.  Shame it also meant helping out that woman who even now was watching him with a calculating look in her eye.  Worse yet, she appeared to be planning to join them.  He picked up the reins, anxious to be on his way without appearing rude, but before he could signal the horses, Henrietta had started introductions.

          “Reece, this is my cousin Chelsea. Chelsea, Reece has graciously agreed to fetch your things from the depot on his way back.”

          “That’s so kind of you, Mr.—”

          “Rawlings,” he said gruffly.

          “Look at the flowers,” she squealed, raising up on tip toes and peering past him into the back of the wagon.  “I’ve not seen anything like it since I arrived in the Americas.”  Her English diction was perfect, underscored with a husky South American accent that stirred the hair on the back of his neck.

          “Reece is a talented horticulturist,” Henrietta said. 

          “I can see that.” Chelsea subjected him to another penetrating look before he drove away, conscious of those dancing dark eyes boring into his back. What was the world coming to?  A woman speaking so freely to a stranger.  Showing up here with a bicycle.  A woman like that meant sure-fire trouble.  Good thing he kept to himself. 

 Chelsea’s Choice releases in June as part of The Reclusive Man Series.  You can pre-order here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Q9BG2FV 

and check out the books already released in the series here:   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09K7FP3SJ

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

WOMEN'S WORK

 


I find it interesting writing about life in the Wild West, at the same time creating strong, independent heroines.  These ladies don’t settle for cooking and cleaning while waiting for hubby to come home.  Instead, I give them entrepreneurial interests and ambitions.  I admit it’s a challenge to find my heroines a credible career while staying as true as possible to the times. 

There’s a school teacher, of course.  And one woman who inherits a local café after her parents die, but what do the other ladies in town do?  One of them sews, and I can imagine her bringing a machine West with her, maybe like the photo above.  Another settler, with the support of her husband, becomes a hotelier.  Soon, the town becomes big enough to boast not only a library, but a librarian.

Enter Janie.  Back in New York, someone killed her husband!  Now they’re after her.  As the sheltered only child of older parents, she has no life skills to speak of. When she arrives in Bullet, I decided she needs to fall back on her only transferable skill.  Baking!  It was the one thing that helped fill her married days, and something she’s good at.  Except she doesn’t want anyone’s help, having just had her first taste of independence.

Here’s a tease of what happens after Ross oversteps his bounds and goes too far trying to help her get established with a baking shop. 


   

          Ross was still a fair distance from the mine when he heard a horse and rider approaching him from behind.  He pulled over, then did a double take when he recognized Janie coming his way, riding far too fast for a beginner.

          She slowed down as she drew close, then stopped next to him with a jerky move that almost got her tossed from the saddle. 

          “You trying to kill yourself again?” he said.  He knew he sounded grumpy, trying to cover up the myriad of emotions bashing around inside him.  Happiness to see her again so soon, anger at her recklessness, hurt and confusion over her reaction when he was just trying to do something nice.

          “Nothing of the sort,” she said.  “I wanted to talk to you.  Alone.”

          He folded his arms over his chest.  “So, talk.”

          “Not when you’re glaring at me like that,” she said.

          He tipped his hat up at the brim.  “How would you like me to glare at you?”

          “How about trying to put yourself in my place.”

          “That’s the problem,” he said.  “I don’t know anything about your place.  I don’t know your background or your past or why someone would break into your hotel room.  But it might explain why you seem to be looking over your shoulder all the time. And what’s this about some stranger coming up to you on the street?”
          “He didn’t come up to me.  Not exactly.  He was just there in front of me one minute and gone the next.”

          “Are you on the run from something or someone back home?”

          Her lower lip trembled and the sight of it churned through his gut. 

          “Did someone hurt you?”

          She shook her head.

          “Then what?”

          “Someone killed my husband.”

 Janie, Book 2 of Widows of the Wild West, follows the town of Bullet and its citizens who were introduced in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers – A stand- alone sweet Western romance.   https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09RQ9L8VQ

USA Today Bestselling author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

Her hero, Steele, in HER UNDERCOVER COWBOY, is a modern-day cowboy, so when she was wooed by a man called Steel— while he’s not a cowboy, he is an alpha male and her forever hero.  Which is why all of her stories end Happily Ever After.

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Tuesday, December 21, 2021

KISSING UNDER THE MISTLETOE By Kathleen Lawless @Kathleenlawless


 


           Mrs. B bustled in carrying a bowl full of punch.  “Look at you two under the mistletoe.”

          Noelle looked up in dismay.  Grant’s lips quirked in amusement.  “So we are.  Merry Christmas, my dear.”  He placed a finger under her chin and held it still for his kiss.  “May tonight mark the first of many joyous celebrations.”  His lips settled over hers, warm and full and sweetly familiar.  She started to melt into his embrace, parted her lips slightly, ready for more, when the door knocker banged loudly. 

          Grant pulled back, and stroked her full bottom lip with the tip of his finger.  “We’ll get back to this later.”  And tucking her arm through his, he flung open the door to admit the first of their guests.  From Mail Order Noellehttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B09GNYZD23


          Mistletoe history dates back thousands of years as a healing herb and romantic overtones likely began with the Celtic Druids.  Because mistletoe blossomed even during the frozen winter, Druids administered it to humans and animals in hopes of restoring fertility.  This association continued through the Middle Ages, and by the 18th century was incorporated into Christmas celebrations where the kissing tradition first caught on among the servants before spreading to the middle class.  Men were allowed to steal a kiss from any woman standing beneath it.  To refuse was considered bad luck.

          I particularly like the tradition where the kissing couple is to pluck a single berry from the mistletoe with each kiss, and stop once the berries are all gone.  I haven’t used that yet in a Christmas romance, but as you can see from the above excerpt, mistletoe is a useful prop. especially if either of the smitten couple is shy about making the first move. 

Mail Order Noelle is part of the Impostor for Christmas series.  You can see the series here.  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09KRGTCZX

USA Today Bestselling author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.   

Her hero, Steele, in HER UNDERCOVER COWBOY, is a modern-day cowboy, so when she was wooed by a man called Steel— while he’s not a cowboy, he is an alpha male and her forever hero.  Which is why all of her stories end Happily Ever After.

Sign up for Kathleen’s VIP Reader Newsletter to receive a free book, updates, special giveaways and fan-priced offers.    http://eepurl.com/bV0sb1

 

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