Dear Readers, Molly is a long-time writer friend of mine. I was honored to read Bluebonnet Bride before it was published. You are going to love this story.
Though I was never tested, I think I might be dyslexic. It was hard for me to learn to read and spell. Now I write novels that other people read.
My heroine in Bluebonnet Bride is Gina Hollister, a PhD with dyslexia. During my research on the topic, I discovered that many PhD’s are dyslexic. Apparently, some dyslexics never retire because they don’t know how to stop trying.
Many times, people (and other authors) think you have it made with so many books published. What is your most difficult problem with writing at this time in your career? My biggest problems are marketing, finding time to write, and keeping up with all the new trends.
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Blurb for Bluebonnet Bride:
Billionaire Steve Bryson doesn’t like Bible thumpers, and he thinks Dr. Gina Hollister is one.
Gina Hollister, a dyslexic
with a PhD in educational psychology, is hired by widower and business tycoon,
Steve Bryson, to tutor his fourteen-year-old daughter, Amanda, for the summer
at his huge house near
If you like sweet Christian
romances set in the beautiful mountains of
Please give the first page of the novel.
Gina Hollister sucked in her breath, releasing it slowly. The words you’re incredibly stupid continued to play in her mind.
Incredible. She hadn’t known the meaning of the word when she heard it for the first time. But she knew stupid—even back then.
She stepped out of her car—stood there for a moment with her purse on the top of her ten-year-old white Buick. Why did this happen now? It was Friday morning, and she had an important meeting with the father of one of her students, a man she’d never met. Would the flashbacks ever end?
Her purse strap slid toward her, with the brown loop hanging over the window. She reached for it—one second too late. Her handbag turned upside down, landing on the concrete parking lot. She’d forgotten to zip it up, again. Everything inside spilled out with a cacophony of tinkling and jingling.
Gina counted to ten. She was a PhD, now, and an intelligent person, not an accident prone airhead. She merely had a problem with depth perception and dyslexia. Merely?
Dyslexia had colored her entire life with a black marker. She’d studied hard—for years. Would she ever be normal? Was there such a thing?
Lord, she prayed. Make me like everyone else.
Her tube of lipstick rolled beneath her car. Oh, no! Her jaw and both fists tightened simultaneously. She leaned forward and bent down, careful to keep the hem of her long white dress from brushing the pavement. Slowly, she gathered every item she’d dropped.
Except the lipstick.
It rolled beyond her reach. If she wanted it, she must kneel on her hands and knees. Her dress could become a disaster. She wanted it.
The lipstick was the last tube in existence in her favorite shade of peach. She set her handbag on the pavement beside her, folded her skirt up, and bent forward. Derriere elevated, she reached for the tube. Her fingers touched its smooth, slick surface, and gripping the lipstick, she rocked back on her heels, preparing to rise.
“What have we here?” somebody said from behind her.
She recognized the man’s voice. She’d heard it the previous night when she listened to messages left on her cell phone.
“Need any help?” he asked.
Gina’s breath froze in her throat. Steve Bryson looked down at her. She’d never seen him until that instant but knew him immediately. That low, raspy voice couldn’t belong to anyone else. Yet there was something else besides his voice that seemed familiar. What could it be?
He reached out as if to help her up. She took his hand. A tingle shot through her. Wow! Gina stood beside him. She’d expected him to be handsome. Nobody told her he was so tall, so young-looking, so electrifying. Like his daughter, Steve had thick, dark-brown hair and brown eyes. But it didn’t begin to describe him.
He would have no difficulty describing her. She probably looked like an extra on the set of a historical western movie. If the laughter she heard in his voice and saw in his eyes were an indication, he’d been watching her for a long time.
In a white, ankle length gown
and matching cowboy boots, Gina was dressed as a character in a western novel,
set in 1881
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