1.)
What is the strangest talent you have?
Growing up, I had a best friend who could do everything I wanted to
do—sing, play the guitar, draw, paint. The boys liked her too. I was
disappointed because I didn’t have any talent. Later I discovered I loved to
write. I don’t know if that is a talent, because it is also a skill developed
over time by writing and writing. But I think it is my talent—strange or not.
2.)
What is the best Halloween costume you’ve ever worn?
My mother once made me a lavender taffeta dress
with a wide, floor-length skirt. When I wore it, I felt like Scarlet O’Hara
sweeping down the steps of Tara. I also remember wearing it to a school
function with cowboy boots. The dress still hangs in my basement. No. I can’t
wear it any more.
3.)
Are the titles of your books important?
I think so. I hope they are descriptive of the
content. “Kentucky” in the title of my Bluegrass Reunion series indicates the
setting. The rest of the title describes something about the story. Internet
search engines also pick up titles, and a good one helps a book get
“discovered.” For example, putting “cowboy” in a title can help readers find a
romance about cowboys.
4.)
If you’re struggling with a scene or difficult
character, what methods help you through it?
Keep writing. What you write can always be
revised. The important thing is to write through the block. Often the
characters take over and write themselves, almost as if something outside
myself is guiding my fingertips. Another trick is to look at the scene from a
different character’s point of view. Sometimes that brings added insight.
5.)
Do you prefer dog, cats or none of the above?
Can I say both? I raised a daughter who is a
veterinarian. She came by loving cats AND dogs naturally. Currently, I have
three dogs—a rescued chow mix, and two Pembroke Welsh corgis that were also
rescued, and two cats—an adopted longhaired calico, and a twenty-year-old
rescued calico with half a tail.
6.)
Who’s your favourite author? Why?
Anya Seton. Her book Katherine had an impact on
me as a teenager. I wanted to write like her, creating a compelling story with
a meaningful theme. Ms. Seton used a quote from Julian of Norwich in her novel that to me was
the message of the book: “He said not 'Thou shalt not be tempested, thou shalt
not be travailed, thou shalt not be dis-eased'; but he said, 'Thou shalt not be
overcome.” Katherine’s trials and ultimate triumph demonstrate that quote, and
we all find comfort in it.
7.)
Do you have a pet peeve?
Yes. People at work who don’t answer emails
that you need to do your job.
8.)
Do you remember your dreams when you wake up in the
morning?
Not really. As I’m dreaming, I realize I’m
dreaming and that it might be important. Too often, I’m being chased in a
dream. I wonder what that says. Maybe I’ve seen too many scary movies or read
too many thrillers.
Excerpt—Kentucky
Cowboy: Bluegrass Reunion series
“Short
Go” at a PBR Event in Dallas, Texas
“That’s
one rank sonofabitch. Good draw you got, Romeo.”
Judd
Romeo nodded. “Yep, he’s a mean ’un.” Perched on top of a six-foot deep metal
chute, a leather bull rope clutched in his right hand, he acknowledged the
flank man.
“Ain’t
named Bad to the Bone for nuthin’,” the other man said.
Judd
turned his attention to the 1900-pound Charolais-cross bull beneath him in the
chute. It was good luck to draw last year’s bucking bull of the year. All he
had to do was stick on this sucker for eight seconds and he’d have a win. No
doubt about it.
Judd
expelled a deep breath and rubbed his wet palms across his Wranglers. Pre-ride
jitters. Nothing unusual. He’d gotten them before. He’d have them again. If he
didn’t get ’em, he didn’t get that edge he needed to stay on one of these big,
bad bulls.
Still,
Judd’s gut twisted as he eyed stock contractor Tim Wilson’s bull. Other riders
said this bull lived up to his name, and they talked about how Bad to the Bone
threw up his head and smashed a guy’s face once. Yet the bull was allowed back
into the chutes, and cowboys kept trying to ride him.
Now it
was Judd’s turn. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. A thin line of sweat
peppered his lip. He backhanded it off. Winning was the reason he had busted
his butt on the circuit. He was a professional bull rider and a damn good one.
This year he had a legitimate shot at the world title and the million dollar
bonus.
Too bad
his father didn’t care.
Why think
about Jared Romeo now? His dad had never approved of him, let alone his desire
to ride bulls for a living.
He had
proven his old man wrong, hadn’t he?
Judd drew
a breath. Damn, why was he was chewing on the past when he needed to focus?
He slowly
put on his leather riding glove, directing his gaze toward the packed arena.
How he loved this life. The noisy crowd. The blaring rock music and high-tech
pyrotechnics. The earthy smells of dirt, sweat and manure. The camaraderie and
danger. Eight seconds of heart-stopping thrills. Stunned silence when a
competitor didn’t get up. Applause and cheers when the cowboy stood and
staggered like a drunk out of the arena.
His
father had never understood this excitement. The beauty of man tackling beast.
Mandy
didn’t get it either. He had loved that girl in high school, but she had just
seen the danger and walked away from him.
Judd
looked away from the crowd. Riding bulls was all he wanted to do. All he knew
how to do. It was in his blood.
He tried
to swallow over the lump in his throat. His mother had appreciated his passion.
She had understood.
The chute
boss turned to him. “You’re up, Romeo.”
Judd’s
head snapped up. “Right.”
His pulse
kicked up a notch. Time to ride. This one’s for you, Mom.
Judd
rubbed more rosin on his gloved riding hand and tugged his black Resistol down
over his eyes. He plucked a mouthpiece out of the pocket of his protective vest
and popped it into his mouth. Ready, he slipped from the railing and eased down
on the bull’s flat back.
Bad to
the Bone snorted and shifted in the chute. Judd slid his gloved hand into the
leather handle of the bull rope, and another cowboy leaned over the railing to
cinch the rope around the animal’s girth. Judd’s lips tightened.
“He
usually goes out three or four big jumps,” the flank man warned, “and then
spins like a sonofabitch.”
Judd
jerked a nod of thanks, his total concentration now on the rope in his right
hand. He sucked a deep breath and glanced at the other cowboy beside him.
“You
gonna suicide it, Romeo?”
“Yeah.”
“Damn
risky.”
Judd knew
the risks of a suicide wrap. He also knew the rewards. Expertly he wrapped the
rope around his gloved hand and the bull strap. Next he split the little finger
from the others with a second wrap. For good measure, he pounded his curled,
leather-covered fingers with his left fist.
Then with
his grip secure, he scooted up over the right hand and tightened his legs
against the bull. Blood rushed in his ears. He gulped another quick breath.
“Let’s
roll!”
The gate
flew open and the bull blew out of the chute jumping high into the air. The
animal lunged thirty feet in two jumps and spun to the right, kicking high.
Judd gripped the bull rope. Each jerk wrenched his riding arm and shoulder
socket.
Riding
directly in the center of the bull’s back, he dug the blunt rowels of his spurs
into the animal’s hide. His free hand snapped at a ninety-degree angle over his
head. His insides churned like a cement mixer.
Bad to
the Bone changed tactics and spun faster to the left. Judd went with him.
Forcing air through his lungs, he concentrated on staying in the center. He
didn’t want to drop down into the middle of the spin. His inner clock ticked
away six seconds.
Judd
opened up and began spurring the bull. His timing was good. He was making
points, but his calves no longer touched the animal’s sides. Any lurch or twist
could dust his butt into the dirt.
Damn,
this is good. No amount of money could buy this kind of high. He was winning.
Riding the rankest damn bull on the circuit and beating the socks off the
competition.
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Professional bull rider Judd Romeo is a
contender for the world title. He defies death for a living. But now he must
deal with the death of his mother by settling her estate. Returning home to
Kentucky, the PBR cowboy runs smack dab into the arms of his high school
sweetheart, a woman he’s never forgotten.
Veterinarian Mandy Sullivan learned early
on that risk-takers are trouble. Having custody of her sister’s child, she
works hard to be both mother and father to the abandoned girl. When trouble
shows up next door, Mandy discovers she can’t avoid her former beau. Will she
take a second chance and risk her heart this time?
Books in the Bluegrass Reunion Series:
- Kentucky Cowboy—She dumped him in high school, because he was a risk-taker.
- Kentucky Woman—She loved him when she was a teenager, but they never connected.
- Kentucky Flame—She had his baby, but he left not knowing the truth.
- Kentucky Groom—She can't afford to fall in love with a lowly groom.
- Kentucky Bride—She rejected him once, but he's willing to try again.
- Kentucky Heat—She doesn't need to take on another project, but he won't take no for an answer. (Sequel to Kentucky Bride.)
- Kentucky Rain—She has responsibilities to her daughter and herself, not to the handsome guy next door. (Sequel to Kentucky Cowboy.)
- Kentucky Blue Bloods—She wants to save the family horse farm, but he has other ideas.
Author bio and links
A member of Novelist, Inc., Jan Scarbrough
has published with Kensington, Five Star, ImaJinn Books, Resplendence
Publishing and Turquoise Morning Press. She writes paranormal Gothic romances
and heartwarming contemporary romances with a touch of spice. Her favorite
topics are families and second chances and if the plot allows, she adds another
passion—horses. Living in the horse country of Kentucky makes it easy for Jan
to add small town, Southern charm to her books, and the excitement of a horse
race or a big-time, competitive horse show.
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I like how you describe your writing, because even if the talent is there, skill is necessary--and we all know how we got that!
ReplyDeleteLiz, by actually writing! Making mistakes and being willing to change the text. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteGreat Interview! Thank you for sharing!
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