Welcome back, Kit. God has really been moving in your writing life.
What do you see on the horizon? More books, of course, and branching into other genres. I’m itching to write some cozy mysteries and Young Adult books.
Tell us a little about your family.
Oh, my, but we’re a diverse lot! I’m the writer, my little sister is a retired race horse jockey and is now a full time hunter/jumper trainer. My big brother is a retired fireman and my big sister is also retired now. She can write but I just can’t get her to sit down long enough to get anything down! We go camping together every year, the whole lot of us. Toss in everyone’s kids (most are adults now) and you have about 16 of us. We are one of those families that all get along so spend all our holidays together too.
We are, too. Kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids. It’s such a blessing. Has your writing changed your reading habits?
If so, how? The more I write, the more I improve. I’ve been writing a lot of novella’s over the last couple of years and want to get back to writing longer books. You can tell a much better story with a longer one. As to reading habits, I wish I hade more time to read, but I’m too busy writing!
That is a dilemma. What are you working on right now?
Currently I’m working on a novella for a multi-author series I got invited to write in. Cowboys and Angels.
That sounds like a fun one. What outside interests do you have?
I’m an old house lover and follow several old house blogs. I’m always on the lookout for that big old house everyone can vacation in!
How do you choose your settings for each book?
As I have several towns I’ve created, that’s easy. Most of my books take place in one of them. Though lately I’m branching into other locations. But those books are multi-author projects, so the settings are already made.
If you could spend an evening with one historical person, who would it be and why?
Good question. Probably Jane Austen as I love her books and I love the regency era.
What is the one thing you wish you had known before you started writing novels?
Everything! Ha, ha, ha! Probably would be good to know more about story structure, but thankfully my books just naturally come out with one. Whew!
Mine are like that, too. What new lessons is the Lord teaching you right now?
What are the three best things you can tell other authors to do to be successful?
Be consistent and persistent. This is a business, so you have to stay on top of things, that includes your writing. How much you put in is how much you get out.
Very good advice. Tell us about the featured book.
How about I give you the blurb?
Three Brides. Three Grooms. What can go wrong?
How about everything!
The Callahan sisters have a problem. They’re getting married. Unfortunately, they’d rather peel turnips as spinsters the rest of their lives than marry the men their Aunt Henrietta has chosen for them. Worse, the woman doesn’t exactly have their best interests in mind. Forced to flee, they turn to the only source of help they can think of. The matchmaker Mrs. Pettigrew. But is it already too late?
Six brothers came to Clear Creek one day to rescue their sister. Who in turn, didn’t need rescuing at all. She’s happily married, and now the eldest brother. But the rest? Marriage is the last thing on their minds. With hardly a penny to their names, three of the Comfort brothers are trying to build cabins, a piece at a time, while the two youngest still bunk with other men scrambling for work at the town’s men’s camp. Imagine everyone’s surprise when three mail-order brides show up ready to marry. Now! But the Comfort men will have nothing to do with them …
Sounds wonderful. Please give us the first page of the book.
Fantine LeBlanc smiled at the young gentleman behind the meat counter. He was a few years older than her, with dark hair, blue eyes and a dazzling smile. Fantine sighed as he wrapped Mrs. Lewis’s pork chops, tied the bundle with string and handed it over the counter. “Thank you, Mrs. Lewis – come again,” he said in his dreamy voice. He glanced around the shop. “Next!”
Fantine hurried forward. “Good morning, Monsieur Lundstrom.”
Tobias Lundstrom looked her over and smiled, though not as bright a smile as it was for some of his other customers. “Oh, you’re here for Mrs. Pettigrew’s order,” he said flatly.
“Oui, Monsieur.” Her face bright, she nervously brushed at her skirt. He was so handsome, so wonderful … and so not interested in her.
He turned without a word and disappeared into the back of the butcher’s shop. A few moments later he re-emerged and dropped a heavy bundle on the counter. “That will be two dollars.”
She nodded and pulled the money from her reticule, but didn’t set it on the counter. She let her hand hover and, as anticipated, he put his open palm beneath hers. She let the money fall into it, her fingers touching his. She enjoyed the thrill that raced up her spine at the contact, then cleared her throat. She didn’t want him to suspect anything.
“Are you catching cold?”
“Oh no, Monsieur,” she stated emphatically.
His eyes roamed over her. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to sneeze on the liverwurst.” He went to the cash register, put her money in the till, then called, “Next!”
Fantine sighed, picked up her package and left. Tobias Lundstrom had scores of women vying for his attention every Tuesday and Thursday, when he manned the counter for his father Bernard. The father-and-son duo bought the shop six months ago and business was good, especially on the aforementioned days.
Fantine looked for excuses to visit the shop on those days, and stood in line waiting to get as close as possible to the Adonis on the other side of the counter. It was a good thing Mrs. Pettigrew liked giving soup bones to the many dogs that visited the manse every week. Otherwise Fantine would never get to lay eyes on him.
“You look sleepy, ma petite,” Mrs. Pettigrew commented as Fantine entered the kitchen, package in hand.
“No, not at all, Madame.” She set the soup bones on the counter near the sink. “Are you having visitors today?”
Mrs. Pettigrew blew her nose. “Not today, Fantine. I seem to have caught a chill.”
“Oh no, but that is terrible!” Fantine put a hand on the woman’s forehead. “You are warm, Madame. You should be in bed.”
Mrs. Pettigrew smiled. “You are like an old mother hen, ma cherie. One of the things I like about you.”
Fantine smiled. She wished others noticed her gifts the way her employer did. Tobias probably didn’t even notice that she was French, something every other man she encountered did. She wasn’t like Mrs. Pettigrew, who enjoyed “being French” when it suited her. Fantine, born in a village near
, was French all the
Mrs. Pettigrew went to the counter and examined the package. “Put these away, Fantine, then meet me in my office.”
I want to know why. How can readers find you on the Internet?
They can check out my website at www.authorkitmorgan.com And also my amazon page www.amazon.com/author/kitmorgan
Thank you, Kit, for sharing this new book with my blog readers and me. I’m eager to read it.
Readers, here’s a link to the book.Mail-Order Bride Ink: Dear Mr. Comforts
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