Hi Holly! Welcome to my blog - it's great to have you here and be a part of your tour. Wishing you lots of success and sales - let's start with the questions!
1. Any weird
things you do when you’re alone?
Write? I’m not
sure that writing qualifies as weird, although if you ask my family they’d say I’m weird when I write.
2. What is your
favorite quote and why?
I have a few but
I’m a bit of a history nut so my all-time favorite is a John Adams: ‘Power always thinks... that it is doing God's service when it is violating
all his laws.’ Why my favorite? Because it so accurately describes what goes on
in many of our institutions.
3. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
This is easy!
Chocolate! And I happen to work in the QA department of a very large farming
company that has a 1600 head herd of dairy cattle. The milk travels a half a
mile to our Dairy where some is bottled and some goes to make the MOST delicious
ice cream you’ll ever eat and chocolate is our best flavor, although the Carmel
Chocolate Truffle is a close second.
4. Which mythological creature are you most like?
Not a mythology
fan. Sorry. And I took six years of Latin in junior and senior high because my
mother thought I was going to be a doctor. We read all kinds of mythology as we
learned to translate Latin. Didn’t find a one that interested me or that I can
even remember in much detail. How sad is that?
5. What are four things you can’t live without?
My kids. My grandkids. My husband. My
computer.
CROSS
THE OCEAN
By
Holly Bush
BLURB:
1871 . . . Worlds
collide when American Suffragette, Gertrude Finch, and titled Brit Blake
Sanders meet in an explosive encounter that may forever bind them together.
Gertrude Finch escorts a young relative to London and encounters the stuffy
Duke of Wexford at his worst. Cross the Ocean is the story of an undesired, yet
undeniable attraction that takes Blake and Gertrude across an ocean and into
each other’s arms.
EXCERPT:
Blake found his guests in the
music room listening to Melinda play the pianoforte. “Miss Finch, may I beg a
moment of your time?” he asked as he touched her elbow.
The two of them retreated out of
hearing distance from the rest.
“Yes?” Miss Finch clipped off and
folded her hands at her waist.
“I find I do owe you an apology,”
Blake began.
“And every other woman in the
room as well,” she replied.
“I am not concerned with every
other female in the room.” Blake stood tall. “I have many faults, but hurting a
guest’s feelings cannot be one of them.”
“I agree with you there,” Miss
Finch said and clapped politely.
“Agree with what?” he asked.
“You have many faults. The least
of which are poor manners.”
“Yes, well, in any case, I
apologize for what I said.” Blake looked away ashamed. “I was wrong. You are
really quite attractive.”
Gertrude Finch put her hands on
her hips, and her voice rose with each word. “I could care less what you think
of me.”
“Now, now, no need to call
attention our way,” Blake said and glanced at the assembly listening to
Melinda. “No need to be defensive, either. I am aware of the tender
sensibilities women associate with how attractive they are. My own mother made
us all kiss and coo over Aunt Constance, and she had whiskers longer than . .
.”
“Listen to me, Sanders. I meant
what I said. I couldn’t care less whether you think I’m attractive or not. You
dismiss ideas and brains for the lack of a pretty face. I think you’re a
pompous idiot. What do you think of them apples, Your Highness?” she said.
Blake held his hands behind his
back, and a muscle twitched below his eye. “Miss Finch, the title ‘Your
Highness’ is reserved for the royal family. You Americans bandy about titles as
if a one of you could trace a history further back than the last mule you
shoed.”
Holly Bush was born in western Pennsylvania to two avid
readers. There was not a room in her home that did not hold a full bookcase.
She worked in the hospitality industry, owning a restaurant for twenty years
and recently worked as the sales and marketing director in the
hospitality/tourism industry and is credited with building traffic to capacity
for a local farm tour, bringing guests from twenty-two states, booked two years
out. Holly has been a marketing consultant to start-up businesses and has
done public speaking on the subject.
Holly has been writing all of her life and is a voracious
reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction, particularly political and
historical works. She has written four romance novels, all set in the U.S. West
in the mid 1800’s. She frequently attends writing conferences, and has always
been a member of a writer’s group.
Holly is a gardener, a news junkie, has been an active
member of her local library board and loves to spend time near the ocean. She
is the proud mother of two daughters and the wife of a man more than a few
years her junior.
@hollybushbooks
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Itunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/cross-the-ocean/id655238415?mt=11
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Comments??
Good morning Rachel and thanks for having me!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a really fun read.
ReplyDeleteChocolate ice-cream is the best I agree.
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I enjoyed the excerpt! Also, that is a great quote from John Adams. It does aptly describe certain institutions!
ReplyDeleteThank you!