K.R. Bailey's Blog, page 8
November 10, 2014
A Tug At My Heart
Just wanted to share with everyone that my recent story,
A Tug At My Heart
, will be available in paperback format on Amazon.com and Createspace estore. To celebrate, I'm offering my kindle e-book for 99 cents beginning Nov 21 for one week only. It's the perfect time to get your own copy and perhaps buy one for a friend or relative for Christmas.
I'd like to share an excerpt with you:
Zed watched Catherine dance, he was mesmerized by her movements, the way her hips swayed and her feet skipped around. Maddy grinned and Catherine laughed. Pink tinged her cheeks and happiness lit up her face, and he knew he’d never forget this moment the rest of his life.
When the music stopped, Catherine held Maddy high in the air. “What do you think about that, little one?” She turned to Zed. “Thank you.” Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
He put his hand against his face where her lips had touched. He stood. They were so close, their bodies didn’t touch, but an electrical current surged between them. He took in the scent of her, lavender and sugar, and he knew forever those smells would bring Catherine to his mind. When Catherine leaned in, Zed met her, and their lips touched. Briefly. He heard a small sigh and pressed his mouth to hers once again relishing the softness of her lips. Their mouths molded together, and he pulled her closer. Maddy squealed as she was caught between them. He laughed and kissed the beautiful child and ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair. He held them both and fought the desire to hold on and never let go.
Catherine pulled away.
Emptiness settled over him as she walked to her rocking chair. He wanted to rush to her and pull her to him, letting her body mold to his. He wanted to hold on and tell her he loved her, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched her sit down.
“Maddy needs to be fed.” Catherine said the words softly.
He looked at her and realized that Catherine would have to bare her breast to feed the baby. He turned away quickly not wanting her to be uncomfortable, but he longed to stay and watch the beautiful miracle, see her with her child, a sight he longed to see every day of his life. But he walked away. “I’ll just go check on Major.” He picked up his hat and hurried from the room.
He stood facing the mountain in front of the cabin, trying to calm himself. What had gotten into him? Desire, he’d felt before, but nothing compared to the want he had for Catherine. Lust, he knew, but this was much more than lust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself be pulled into love for Catherine and Maddy. And he couldn’t. He wasn’t free to do that, and he couldn’t break Catherine’s heart or hurt Rachel. His word was his bond, and he’d given his word. Happy Reading! K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
I'd like to share an excerpt with you:
Zed watched Catherine dance, he was mesmerized by her movements, the way her hips swayed and her feet skipped around. Maddy grinned and Catherine laughed. Pink tinged her cheeks and happiness lit up her face, and he knew he’d never forget this moment the rest of his life.
When the music stopped, Catherine held Maddy high in the air. “What do you think about that, little one?” She turned to Zed. “Thank you.” Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.
He put his hand against his face where her lips had touched. He stood. They were so close, their bodies didn’t touch, but an electrical current surged between them. He took in the scent of her, lavender and sugar, and he knew forever those smells would bring Catherine to his mind. When Catherine leaned in, Zed met her, and their lips touched. Briefly. He heard a small sigh and pressed his mouth to hers once again relishing the softness of her lips. Their mouths molded together, and he pulled her closer. Maddy squealed as she was caught between them. He laughed and kissed the beautiful child and ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair. He held them both and fought the desire to hold on and never let go.
Catherine pulled away.
Emptiness settled over him as she walked to her rocking chair. He wanted to rush to her and pull her to him, letting her body mold to his. He wanted to hold on and tell her he loved her, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched her sit down.
“Maddy needs to be fed.” Catherine said the words softly.
He looked at her and realized that Catherine would have to bare her breast to feed the baby. He turned away quickly not wanting her to be uncomfortable, but he longed to stay and watch the beautiful miracle, see her with her child, a sight he longed to see every day of his life. But he walked away. “I’ll just go check on Major.” He picked up his hat and hurried from the room.
He stood facing the mountain in front of the cabin, trying to calm himself. What had gotten into him? Desire, he’d felt before, but nothing compared to the want he had for Catherine. Lust, he knew, but this was much more than lust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself be pulled into love for Catherine and Maddy. And he couldn’t. He wasn’t free to do that, and he couldn’t break Catherine’s heart or hurt Rachel. His word was his bond, and he’d given his word. Happy Reading! K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
November 1, 2014
Dare To Dream
Now that Halloween is through and the spooky goblins are put away for another year, I'm feeling kind of speculative. Do you dream about wanting to accomplish something? Do you believe your dreams can come true?
For years, I dreamed of having a book published. I never really thought it might happen, but I hoped and dreamed and one day I decided to write a story. A friend of mine encouraged me to go for it. I'm glad I did.
Am I rambling? Probably a little, but I wanted to encourage you to dream, to believe, then to work toward accomplishing that dream.
I found a thought I want to share -
The future belongs to those who BELIEVE
in the beauty of their DREAMS.
I don't know who said it, but I love it. We determine the future. Each and every one of us will add something to the world that will be part of the future. Let's believe. Let's dream. Let's make our dreams come true.
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
For years, I dreamed of having a book published. I never really thought it might happen, but I hoped and dreamed and one day I decided to write a story. A friend of mine encouraged me to go for it. I'm glad I did.
Am I rambling? Probably a little, but I wanted to encourage you to dream, to believe, then to work toward accomplishing that dream.
I found a thought I want to share -
The future belongs to those who BELIEVE
in the beauty of their DREAMS.
I don't know who said it, but I love it. We determine the future. Each and every one of us will add something to the world that will be part of the future. Let's believe. Let's dream. Let's make our dreams come true.
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
October 14, 2014
Characters Make The Story or Movie or ...
As writers, we watch people. We look at them physically, but we also try to understand what makes them tick.
Why? Because they become the integral part of our stories.
Have you ever read a book without a hero, heroine, bad guys or good guys? No - at least not a fiction book where someone has written a story for entertainment.
Have you ever seen a movie without a hero, heroine, good guy or bad guy? No, again if its one for entertainment. I doubt you ever will.
Even children's books have them. They might be in the form of a hippo, a pig, horse or rabbit, but it's the characters who pull us in and make us keep reading a book or watching a movie.
So, what types of things do we as writers need to develop our characters? Everything!
We have to give them a name. Does it matter what name we give them? No, but hopefully we won't name an English lord Takamoto or a Japanese girl Mary. Do you see a name can give you the first hint about the character?
We have to give them a heritage. Where did they come from? Are they close to parents and family? Did they have a religious background? What job do they hold? Education they have, age, etc. All of these things make up who we are and in turn as a writer, we need to create the same for our characters.
Then we need to know what they look like. How old they are. Height, weight, hair color, eyes and the list goes on and on. Sounds like a lot of work right? Not really, but in order to make them real people that readers want to relate to, we have to make our characters seem real, and this is the way an author or writer does it.
Oh no, we're not finished yet. We need to make them unique. Give them character traits like being scared of spiders, loving to drink tea, etc. They need to have to have likes, dislikes, skills, etc.
I never realized what was involved just to write a story until I started writing one. You can see why so many authors feel like they lost a good friend when they write "The End" and have to move on to another story. We've spent so much time getting to know our characters that sometimes it's hard to say goodbye and move on. But moving on is what we do. We create new heroes and new heroines and give them new issues to deal with.
We're each individual. Think about it when you read your next story or watch that new movie. The characters you meet will be individual. No two will be exactly the same. That's why we like them.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
Why? Because they become the integral part of our stories.
Have you ever read a book without a hero, heroine, bad guys or good guys? No - at least not a fiction book where someone has written a story for entertainment.
Have you ever seen a movie without a hero, heroine, good guy or bad guy? No, again if its one for entertainment. I doubt you ever will.
Even children's books have them. They might be in the form of a hippo, a pig, horse or rabbit, but it's the characters who pull us in and make us keep reading a book or watching a movie.
So, what types of things do we as writers need to develop our characters? Everything!
We have to give them a name. Does it matter what name we give them? No, but hopefully we won't name an English lord Takamoto or a Japanese girl Mary. Do you see a name can give you the first hint about the character?
We have to give them a heritage. Where did they come from? Are they close to parents and family? Did they have a religious background? What job do they hold? Education they have, age, etc. All of these things make up who we are and in turn as a writer, we need to create the same for our characters.
Then we need to know what they look like. How old they are. Height, weight, hair color, eyes and the list goes on and on. Sounds like a lot of work right? Not really, but in order to make them real people that readers want to relate to, we have to make our characters seem real, and this is the way an author or writer does it.
Oh no, we're not finished yet. We need to make them unique. Give them character traits like being scared of spiders, loving to drink tea, etc. They need to have to have likes, dislikes, skills, etc.
I never realized what was involved just to write a story until I started writing one. You can see why so many authors feel like they lost a good friend when they write "The End" and have to move on to another story. We've spent so much time getting to know our characters that sometimes it's hard to say goodbye and move on. But moving on is what we do. We create new heroes and new heroines and give them new issues to deal with.
We're each individual. Think about it when you read your next story or watch that new movie. The characters you meet will be individual. No two will be exactly the same. That's why we like them.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
October 8, 2014
In 1892 ...
My story,
A Tug At My Heart
, takes place in 1892. Catherine is struggling with the death of her husband, the birth of a new baby, and finding a way to survive alone in a remote mountain cabin. Zed is the foreman of the silver mine in La Plata, Utah, trying to keep miners on the job and the mine producing like his boss wants.While reading a western or regency story, have you ever wondered what else was going on during that time? Well, thanks to the internet and Wikipedia, I found a few interesting things that happened in 1892 and I'd like to share some of them with you.
Let's start with La Plata information I found from the Utah Historical Quarterly, Vol 50.
Lots approximately 25 X 75 were sold for $2.50 in La Plata.
Business license rates for La Plata were:Liquor Saloon $800
Boarding Houses $40
Lunch Counter $20
Meat Market $40
I was surprised the rates were so high
La Plata never had an official cemetery. No man was ever killed or buried in La Plata. Sick or injured men were shipped to the Logan Hospital.
Miners working below the surface made $3 a day while workers on the surface earned $2.50 a day. This did not include room and board.
For $12 a month, a miner could live pretty well in La Plata. Beef was cheaper in La Plata than in Salt Lake City approximately 70 miles south. That really surprised me because usually food in cheaper in larger cities, but that wasn't true this time.
A loaf of bread was ten cents.
While La Plata was struggling to grow during the silver mine era, around the world several other things were taking place. Some of which were:
On Jan 1, Ellis Island began accommodating immigrants to the Unites States.
Mar 11, the first basketball game ever played in public was between students and faculty at the Springfield YMCA.
In April, the Johnson County War breaks out between small farmers and large ranchers in Wyoming.
July 12, a hidden lake bursts out of a glacier on the side of Mont Blanc, flooding the valley below and killing around 200 villagers and holidaymakers in Saint-Gervais-les-Bains.
Aug 4, the father and stepmother of Lizzie Borden are found murdered in their Fall River, Massachusetts home.
Aug 9, Thomas Edison receives a patent for a two-way telegraph
Oct 5 - The Dalton Gang, attempting to rob 2 banks in Coffeyville, Kansas, is shot by the townspeople. Only Emmett Dalton, with 23 wounds, survives to spend 14 years in prison.Nov 8, U. S. presidential election, 1892 - Grover Cleveland is elected over Benjamin Harrison to win the second of his non-consecutive terms.
Dec 18 - The Nutcracker ballet with music by Tchaikovsky is premiered at the Imperial Marinsky Theatre in St. Petersburg, Russia
In 1892, Thomas Ahearn is the first person to prepare a meal on an electric stove.
In was in the 1890s that Gustavius Franklin Swift and Philip Dan forth Armour made fortunes in the meatpacking industry while the refrigerated railroad car allowed foods grown in one part of the country to be shipped safely and cheaply to shoppers all over the nation.
In the 1880s and 1890s the standard for elegant dining was eight to ten course banquets. These were typical among the wealthy. At a dinner honoring Gen. Winfield Scott Hancock, the meal began with raw oysters, a choice of two soups, an hors d'oeuvre, and a fish course. The next course was a saddle of lamb and filet of beef followed by chicken wings with green beans and mushroom-stuffed artichokes. Afterward the diners were served sorbet to "cleanse" their palate before tackling the course of canvasback duck and quail. Desserts included timbale Madison, various kinds of ice cream, whipped creams, jellied dishes, banana mouse and various elaborate pastry dishes. The dinner ended with coffee and liqueurs served with fruit and petits fours. Oh my goodness - can you imagine a meal like this?Now compare what the western and Midwestern travelers survived on - heavy, greasy foods, mainly fatback (meat from the back of a hog) cornbread, and perhaps a handful of seasonal vegetables.
I was surprised at all that happened in 1892. As Catherine and Zed spent their days in the high, mountains of Northern Utah, so many things were happening that they may not have been aware of, but that would affect the world as they knew it.
Can you tell I enjoy history? Hope you found some of this interesting like I did.
Happy reading.
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
October 1, 2014
Friends - Our gift to Ourself
"A friend is a present you give yourself." Unknown
Today I spent lunch with a wonderful friend of mine who I hadn't seen in over a year. Oh, we stay in touch (thank heavens for e-mail and facebook). Seems like we talk regularly, but she lives over 30 miles away and has a busy life raising a family. It's sad but we don't seem to get together as often as we'd like. But today was a great day. We had lunch. We chatted, laughed, and shared what's happening.
Made me think of all the wonderful friends that I'm lucky to have. That's when the above saying came to mind. Friends are special presents in this life. Here's another thought about friends that I love:
Make new friends,
Keep the old.
One is silver,
The other gold.
Unknown
I don't know who wrote these thoughts but I think they convey my feelings perfectly. I have friends I've known since high school (and believe me that's a long time ago). I still cherish the time we get together. We can laugh about the past. It's fun to catch up on how their lives have gone. Not all have had easy lives - as many of us don't - but we can smile and exchange how we handle the day-to-day trials.
I have friends I've just met either from work or through my writing organizations. They are special people. For whatever reason, we bonded. We have the same interests. We have fun. We don't have a long history, but we've grown close, gotten to known about each other, our families, and enjoy time together.
I've been blessed. I have a lot of great friends. Some are wonderful acquaintances. Others know my secrets and still care about me. I know I can call on them for help and they'll be there.
So, I'm going to close with another thought I'd like to share:
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly.
Anonymous
Have a great day!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
Today I spent lunch with a wonderful friend of mine who I hadn't seen in over a year. Oh, we stay in touch (thank heavens for e-mail and facebook). Seems like we talk regularly, but she lives over 30 miles away and has a busy life raising a family. It's sad but we don't seem to get together as often as we'd like. But today was a great day. We had lunch. We chatted, laughed, and shared what's happening.
Made me think of all the wonderful friends that I'm lucky to have. That's when the above saying came to mind. Friends are special presents in this life. Here's another thought about friends that I love:
Make new friends,
Keep the old.
One is silver,
The other gold.
Unknown
I don't know who wrote these thoughts but I think they convey my feelings perfectly. I have friends I've known since high school (and believe me that's a long time ago). I still cherish the time we get together. We can laugh about the past. It's fun to catch up on how their lives have gone. Not all have had easy lives - as many of us don't - but we can smile and exchange how we handle the day-to-day trials.
I have friends I've just met either from work or through my writing organizations. They are special people. For whatever reason, we bonded. We have the same interests. We have fun. We don't have a long history, but we've grown close, gotten to known about each other, our families, and enjoy time together.
I've been blessed. I have a lot of great friends. Some are wonderful acquaintances. Others know my secrets and still care about me. I know I can call on them for help and they'll be there.
So, I'm going to close with another thought I'd like to share:
Friends are angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly.
Anonymous
Have a great day!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
September 26, 2014
Love At First Sight
Love at first sight
is easy to understand.
It's when two people have been
looking at each other for years
that it becomes a miracle.
----Unknown
I love this saying. I remember finding the plaque with this saying on it at a craft fair one year and decided to give it to my folks who had been married over fifty years.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I remember the day I met my husband. We clicked. Something about him drew me in. We talked all evening and just had a great time. By the way it was a blind date. So, some blind dates aren't all bad.
We've been together twenty-seven years. Most have been pretty good. Notice I didn't say perfect (lol) but we've had a good life together. And yes, we've both changed over the years. Gotten older. Hair has turned greyer. We don't have quite the get up and go we used to have, but it's not all bad. We're comfortable together. Yes, comfortable.
I know people who hate the idea of getting comfortable but I think it's a good thing. We know what each other likes. I even laugh sometimes because it seems we can read each other's mind. Scary? Sometimes.
Yes, I believe in love at first sight. There's that excitement, that passion, that wonder about what will happen next. It makes the world go round. But, after being together for a lot of year, I enjoy the comfortable too.
What about you?
In my newest story, A Tug At My Heart , Catherine and Zed experience the first stirrings of being drawn together even though they are both not in a place to start a new relationship. As they run into each other and spend time together, that stirring in the loins and the beating of their heart definitely pulls them. Do you think they will survive the test of time?
I'd love to hear your comments.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
is easy to understand.
It's when two people have been
looking at each other for years
that it becomes a miracle.
----Unknown
I love this saying. I remember finding the plaque with this saying on it at a craft fair one year and decided to give it to my folks who had been married over fifty years.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I remember the day I met my husband. We clicked. Something about him drew me in. We talked all evening and just had a great time. By the way it was a blind date. So, some blind dates aren't all bad.
We've been together twenty-seven years. Most have been pretty good. Notice I didn't say perfect (lol) but we've had a good life together. And yes, we've both changed over the years. Gotten older. Hair has turned greyer. We don't have quite the get up and go we used to have, but it's not all bad. We're comfortable together. Yes, comfortable.
I know people who hate the idea of getting comfortable but I think it's a good thing. We know what each other likes. I even laugh sometimes because it seems we can read each other's mind. Scary? Sometimes.
Yes, I believe in love at first sight. There's that excitement, that passion, that wonder about what will happen next. It makes the world go round. But, after being together for a lot of year, I enjoy the comfortable too.
What about you?
In my newest story, A Tug At My Heart , Catherine and Zed experience the first stirrings of being drawn together even though they are both not in a place to start a new relationship. As they run into each other and spend time together, that stirring in the loins and the beating of their heart definitely pulls them. Do you think they will survive the test of time?
I'd love to hear your comments.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
September 22, 2014
What Gift Would You Prefer?
In 1892, what kind of a gift would you like?
You're a widow with a baby and have just survived a long, cold winter in a small cabin in the Rocky Mountains of Northern Utah. What type of special gift would brighten your spirits?
Fabric for a new dress -- of course.
Fresh beef or venison -- always a welcome gift to restock your larder.
A visit from a friend or perhaps someone to help chop some badly needed firewood.
Any of these things would be greatly appreciated, but what about an organette?
Never heard of them? Neither had I until watching a television show one night that got me wondering about them.
Organettes are a small hand-cranked reed organ, usually designed for tabletop use. Popular from the 1870s through the early 1900s, hundreds of models were manufactured, playing thousands of tunes. Hymns, popular music, classical - they were all available as you turn the crank. (info from The Organette Music Repository at www.organettes.com)
In My story, A Tug At My Heart , Zed brings Catherine a presents of an organette. Being so far away from civilization, this would be like giving her a radio, something to bring music into her home and she is thrilled to receive it.
Hopefully when you read that chapter, you'll have an idea what an organette is and why she is so excited to receive one.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
You're a widow with a baby and have just survived a long, cold winter in a small cabin in the Rocky Mountains of Northern Utah. What type of special gift would brighten your spirits?
Fabric for a new dress -- of course.
Fresh beef or venison -- always a welcome gift to restock your larder.
A visit from a friend or perhaps someone to help chop some badly needed firewood.
Any of these things would be greatly appreciated, but what about an organette?
Never heard of them? Neither had I until watching a television show one night that got me wondering about them.Organettes are a small hand-cranked reed organ, usually designed for tabletop use. Popular from the 1870s through the early 1900s, hundreds of models were manufactured, playing thousands of tunes. Hymns, popular music, classical - they were all available as you turn the crank. (info from The Organette Music Repository at www.organettes.com)
In My story, A Tug At My Heart , Zed brings Catherine a presents of an organette. Being so far away from civilization, this would be like giving her a radio, something to bring music into her home and she is thrilled to receive it.
Hopefully when you read that chapter, you'll have an idea what an organette is and why she is so excited to receive one.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileywww.KRBailey.com
September 15, 2014
Book Review
I enjoyed this story. Hidden Flaw by Doree Depew is an easy read novella. The author developed the heroine's feelings of insecurity after losing a limb in the military really well. What I loved was the way the hero saw past her handicap. It was a story of hope and love. I'd highly recommend it.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
September 11, 2014
It's Release Day!
My story,
A Tug At My Heart
, released today. It's available in ebook format exclusively on Amazon.com.
In 1892 only a strong woman can survive alone after her husband’s death. Catherine McHenry is determined to do just that, and amidst the torrential rain and storms, threats of wild animals, and hard work, she finds a way to deliver her baby and survive the long winter. Determined to raise her child and keep the memory of her husband alive, she’s not prepared for the turbulent feelings she has whenever Zed Logan is around.
Zed Logan is the foreman of the Sundown Mine and Ore Company and hopes one day to be the boss. Zed struggles to keep the La Plata mine operating efficiently, keeping miners working, and producing the ore his boss is expecting. He’s also a man of honor who is betrothed to the boss’s daughter, but whenever he thinks about the beautiful grieving widow, something about her tugs at his heart.
Just when Zed feels like he’s on the path to gain everything he planned for, his life spirals out of control and he must face some difficult decisions. But that’s the easy part as life throws several obstacles his way and right into Catherine’s world.
She now holds his life and his fate in her hands.The print book should be available shortly.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
In 1892 only a strong woman can survive alone after her husband’s death. Catherine McHenry is determined to do just that, and amidst the torrential rain and storms, threats of wild animals, and hard work, she finds a way to deliver her baby and survive the long winter. Determined to raise her child and keep the memory of her husband alive, she’s not prepared for the turbulent feelings she has whenever Zed Logan is around.
Zed Logan is the foreman of the Sundown Mine and Ore Company and hopes one day to be the boss. Zed struggles to keep the La Plata mine operating efficiently, keeping miners working, and producing the ore his boss is expecting. He’s also a man of honor who is betrothed to the boss’s daughter, but whenever he thinks about the beautiful grieving widow, something about her tugs at his heart.
Just when Zed feels like he’s on the path to gain everything he planned for, his life spirals out of control and he must face some difficult decisions. But that’s the easy part as life throws several obstacles his way and right into Catherine’s world.
She now holds his life and his fate in her hands.The print book should be available shortly.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
September 3, 2014
What Inspires A Book Location?
Whenever I read someone's book, I find myself wanting to be in the same places, experience the views, and see what the characters are seeing. Don't you?
This weekend I took some pictures of the area that inspired my new western historical, A Tug At My Heart . I thought I'd share some of them with you.
Can you imagine riding in a buckboard down this dirt road where the trees are tall and the underbrush is thick? This would be one of the roads I imagined Catherine (the heroine in A Tug At My Heart ) travels taking baked goods and mending to the miners in La Plata. It's a gorgeous area, but at night, it gets really dark unless there is a full moon. Tree bats fly when the sun goes down. We've seen mountain lions and heard of bear sightings in the area so she definitely would have reason to be nervous of the night sounds in the dark night.
This late in the fall, most of the pretty wildflowers have dried up, but we were able to capture pictures of the Indian Paintbrush that dots the hillside. The pretty orange flowers peek through the thick foliage and add lovely color to the landscape.
Everywhere you can see the small purple daisy-like flowers I've been told is chamomile. I talk about chamomile in my story. It's often used for tea.
Here and there are small yellow flowers. I don't know their name, but they grow alongside the dirt trails and road.
In my story, A Tug At My Heart , Catherine and Zed share a picnic on the hillside where these flowers dot the view alongside the Indian Paintbrush. Even in the fall when most of the grasses are drying out, the flowers make it a lovely place to relax and have a picnic.
Tall sunflowers bloom at the bottom of what we call Rocky Ridge.
Years ago, that ridge was called Rattlesnake Pass. Even today, we see a lot of rattlesnakes going over that pass. The above picture is what Rocky Ridge looks like today.
I hope this gives you a bit of an insight into the location of my book, A Tug At My Heart . It's my first western historical romance, and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
A Tug At My Heart should be available shortly.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
This weekend I took some pictures of the area that inspired my new western historical, A Tug At My Heart . I thought I'd share some of them with you.
Can you imagine riding in a buckboard down this dirt road where the trees are tall and the underbrush is thick? This would be one of the roads I imagined Catherine (the heroine in A Tug At My Heart ) travels taking baked goods and mending to the miners in La Plata. It's a gorgeous area, but at night, it gets really dark unless there is a full moon. Tree bats fly when the sun goes down. We've seen mountain lions and heard of bear sightings in the area so she definitely would have reason to be nervous of the night sounds in the dark night.
This late in the fall, most of the pretty wildflowers have dried up, but we were able to capture pictures of the Indian Paintbrush that dots the hillside. The pretty orange flowers peek through the thick foliage and add lovely color to the landscape.
Everywhere you can see the small purple daisy-like flowers I've been told is chamomile. I talk about chamomile in my story. It's often used for tea.
Here and there are small yellow flowers. I don't know their name, but they grow alongside the dirt trails and road.In my story, A Tug At My Heart , Catherine and Zed share a picnic on the hillside where these flowers dot the view alongside the Indian Paintbrush. Even in the fall when most of the grasses are drying out, the flowers make it a lovely place to relax and have a picnic.
Tall sunflowers bloom at the bottom of what we call Rocky Ridge.
Years ago, that ridge was called Rattlesnake Pass. Even today, we see a lot of rattlesnakes going over that pass. The above picture is what Rocky Ridge looks like today.
I hope this gives you a bit of an insight into the location of my book, A Tug At My Heart . It's my first western historical romance, and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
A Tug At My Heart should be available shortly.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Baileyhttp://www.KRBailey.com
