Welcome Cat Dubie!
Thanks so much, Jennifer, for hosting me on your entertaining blog today! I’m happy to have an opportunity to showcase my Historical Western Romance, The Queen of Paradise Valley.
Source of my writing inspiration:When I was about twelve I started sneakily reading novels from my father’s library, naughty bits and all. Mysteries, thrillers, men’s adventure, historical from biblical times to the 19th century, and a slew of Louis L’Amour and Zane Grey Westerns. Each of these novels became a cog on the wheel of future writing possibilities, a permanent fixture in my mind.As I grew older I discovered family sagas and gothic romances, women in jeopardy, and semi-sexy historical series. For me, reading always leads to writing. I planned on writing mysteries, historical sagas, and Western novels, all with the strong heroines many of the early books lacked. I was writing a historical western at the time I discovered sensual Historical Romances. I revised my story to include a passionate romance, and at once the queue of stories in my head insisted on similar romantic freedoms. My heroines demanded equally strong heroes and a happy ending. I could not deny them!
Blurb:Diana Rennie, daughter of a wealthy rancher, attempts to persuade mystery man Del Russell to leave his grievances behind and forgive her father for past mistakes. Her careful plan goes awry and results in a shotgun wedding and a prison sentence for Del.
Four years later, Del is back in her life with a vengeance—back for his rightful share of Diana's ranch, back to prove he isn't the criminal she thought he was, back to finish what the two of them started years ago in a passionate daze. And he isn’t going anywhere, no matter what beautiful, treacherous Diana does or says to try to get rid of him.
Excerpt:But eventually she went to her room. So warm. Someone was keeping the fireplace well-fed lest the invalid get a chill. Without a glance at the bed, she strode to her bureau and opened a drawer. Why didn't he say anything? If he was asleep she could avoid a confrontation. She took a chance, looked into a mirror and saw her own pink-cheeked face, and Del, gazing at her with half-closed eyes, a cryptic smile on his lips.Flustered by the weight of his gaze, she lifted several nightgowns out of the drawer, then turned to face him. "I needed some things. Teresa refuses to fetch them."He didn't speak but continued looking at her. Propped up by pillows, a quilt drawn to his bandage, he was bare-chested, all black hair and hard muscles. Much too masculine for the lace trimmed pillowslips and the elegant roses embroidered on the quilt. Ebony dozed on the floor at the foot of the bed. Another traitor. Like everyone else at the ranch.She licked her dry lips. "Will you be able to move back to your room soon?"A shrug lifted one shoulder. "Soon's doc says I can. Are you keeping my bed warm?""I've been sleeping in Randy's room." Face tingling, she hugged the clothes and looked aside. "Why don't you ask Alfredo to give you a shave?""Alfredo's busy. Why don't you do it for me?"Her gaze swung back to him. "Ha. Put a razor in my hand I just might slit your throat."“Diana." His tone was softly chiding and she stared at him in surprise. "I trust you. Why don't you trust me? Come sit so we can talk."Despite her reluctance, she perched on a chair beside the bed and looked out the window. What did he want to say? Why didn't he get it over with? She asked, "How do you feel?"“Like I’ve had a bullet carved out of my side. Like I've had my flesh stitched together. Want to see it?""Oh no. No!" Embarrassed, she added, "I can't look. I–I have an aversion to the sight of human blood. I panic. I can look at animals covered with blood, dead or dying. But wounded people--never." Damn, she was jabbering. She rubbed her brow. "I--didn't mean to shoot you. It--just happened."
Buy links:Amazon https://www.amzn.com/B most moved out 075X58S8R The Wild Rose Press https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/search?controller=search&orderby=position&orderway=desc&search_query=Cat+Dubie&submit_search=Barnes & Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-queen-of-paradise-valley-cat-dubie/1127176154?ean=2940158564567indigo https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/the-queen-of-paradise-valley/9781509217557-item.html?ikwid=The+Queen+of+Paradise+Valley&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=0
Author bio:Cat Dubie believes she was destined to write. Her love of words began early – she was making rhymes soon after learning to talk. With a crayon in hand she first drew stories, with a pencil she wrote them. As for reading, she was the girl who always had her nose in a book, the one who read with a flashlight under the covers or, when the moon was full, sat by a window for hours laughing, crying, loving characters whose adventurous lives wouldn't let her sleep.
She has traveled the world in books. She has traveled back in time and into the future in books. er keen interest in history determined the nature of her books, and the first Historical romance novel she read, settled the genre.
After working for various levels of government, she retired and now lives in the beautiful province of British Columbia, where she indulges in her need for creating stories about romance, adventure, passion, mystery, love ...
Social media links:My blog: https://catdubie.blogspot.caFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorcat.dubie.7 twitter: @CatDubie https://twitter.com/catdubie
Source of my writing inspiration:When I was about twelve I started sneakily reading novels from my father’s library, naughty bits and all. Mysteries, thrillers, men’s adventure, historical from biblical times to the 19th century, and a slew of Louis L’Amour and Zane Grey Westerns. Each of these novels became a cog on the wheel of future writing possibilities, a permanent fixture in my mind.As I grew older I discovered family sagas and gothic romances, women in jeopardy, and semi-sexy historical series. For me, reading always leads to writing. I planned on writing mysteries, historical sagas, and Western novels, all with the strong heroines many of the early books lacked. I was writing a historical western at the time I discovered sensual Historical Romances. I revised my story to include a passionate romance, and at once the queue of stories in my head insisted on similar romantic freedoms. My heroines demanded equally strong heroes and a happy ending. I could not deny them!
Blurb:Diana Rennie, daughter of a wealthy rancher, attempts to persuade mystery man Del Russell to leave his grievances behind and forgive her father for past mistakes. Her careful plan goes awry and results in a shotgun wedding and a prison sentence for Del. Four years later, Del is back in her life with a vengeance—back for his rightful share of Diana's ranch, back to prove he isn't the criminal she thought he was, back to finish what the two of them started years ago in a passionate daze. And he isn’t going anywhere, no matter what beautiful, treacherous Diana does or says to try to get rid of him.
Excerpt:But eventually she went to her room. So warm. Someone was keeping the fireplace well-fed lest the invalid get a chill. Without a glance at the bed, she strode to her bureau and opened a drawer. Why didn't he say anything? If he was asleep she could avoid a confrontation. She took a chance, looked into a mirror and saw her own pink-cheeked face, and Del, gazing at her with half-closed eyes, a cryptic smile on his lips.Flustered by the weight of his gaze, she lifted several nightgowns out of the drawer, then turned to face him. "I needed some things. Teresa refuses to fetch them."He didn't speak but continued looking at her. Propped up by pillows, a quilt drawn to his bandage, he was bare-chested, all black hair and hard muscles. Much too masculine for the lace trimmed pillowslips and the elegant roses embroidered on the quilt. Ebony dozed on the floor at the foot of the bed. Another traitor. Like everyone else at the ranch.She licked her dry lips. "Will you be able to move back to your room soon?"A shrug lifted one shoulder. "Soon's doc says I can. Are you keeping my bed warm?""I've been sleeping in Randy's room." Face tingling, she hugged the clothes and looked aside. "Why don't you ask Alfredo to give you a shave?""Alfredo's busy. Why don't you do it for me?"Her gaze swung back to him. "Ha. Put a razor in my hand I just might slit your throat."“Diana." His tone was softly chiding and she stared at him in surprise. "I trust you. Why don't you trust me? Come sit so we can talk."Despite her reluctance, she perched on a chair beside the bed and looked out the window. What did he want to say? Why didn't he get it over with? She asked, "How do you feel?"“Like I’ve had a bullet carved out of my side. Like I've had my flesh stitched together. Want to see it?""Oh no. No!" Embarrassed, she added, "I can't look. I–I have an aversion to the sight of human blood. I panic. I can look at animals covered with blood, dead or dying. But wounded people--never." Damn, she was jabbering. She rubbed her brow. "I--didn't mean to shoot you. It--just happened."
Buy links:Amazon https://www.amzn.com/B most moved out 075X58S8R The Wild Rose Press https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/search?controller=search&orderby=position&orderway=desc&search_query=Cat+Dubie&submit_search=Barnes & Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-queen-of-paradise-valley-cat-dubie/1127176154?ean=2940158564567indigo https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/the-queen-of-paradise-valley/9781509217557-item.html?ikwid=The+Queen+of+Paradise+Valley&ikwsec=Home&ikwidx=0
Author bio:Cat Dubie believes she was destined to write. Her love of words began early – she was making rhymes soon after learning to talk. With a crayon in hand she first drew stories, with a pencil she wrote them. As for reading, she was the girl who always had her nose in a book, the one who read with a flashlight under the covers or, when the moon was full, sat by a window for hours laughing, crying, loving characters whose adventurous lives wouldn't let her sleep.She has traveled the world in books. She has traveled back in time and into the future in books. er keen interest in history determined the nature of her books, and the first Historical romance novel she read, settled the genre.
After working for various levels of government, she retired and now lives in the beautiful province of British Columbia, where she indulges in her need for creating stories about romance, adventure, passion, mystery, love ...
Social media links:My blog: https://catdubie.blogspot.caFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorcat.dubie.7 twitter: @CatDubie https://twitter.com/catdubie
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