Showing posts with label Jayme H Mansfield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jayme H Mansfield. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

RUSH - Jayme Mansfield - One Free Book

Dear Readers, I’ve read several books set on one of the Oklahoma Land Runs. Rush is one of my favorites. At the time I read it, I didn’t know that it was based on the author’s grandmother’s life. That makes it even a more interesting read. The events and the characters quickly drew me in and wouldn’t let go of me until long after I finished reading the last word. You’ll love this book

Welcome back, Jayme. Why do you write the kind of books you do?
I’m a storyteller (birthed from what I prefer to call tall-tales told as a child) and hanging out with my imagination is a favorite pastime. For me, fiction comes naturally, especially when history, art, and elements of love intertwine.

Besides when you came to know the Lord, what is the happiest day in your life?
Amen to that! The others include marrying my husband nearly 28 years ago and the births of my three boys. Of course, bringing home our female Golden Retriever was a milestone among a house of males.

How has being published changed your life?
It didn’t happen immediately, but after committing to write more books, I stepped out of my twenty-year career as an elementary classroom and art teacher. Even though I’m convinced that, “once a teacher, always a teacher,” the extra time opened up several writing opportunities. I still tutor and teach art at my long-time studio, but my focus is writing—and I love it!

What are you reading right now?
A giant stack! Actually, I have two stacks but they are colliding into one, very Jenga-like tower. One stack has books about art forgery, art theft, and art history in preparation for my new series. The other stack has a special little gem, out-of-print long ago, but one of the best books I’ve read – Pioneering in the San Juan by George Darley. It’s his account as a Presbyterian minister going into the wild areas and mining camps in remote Colorado in the late 1800’s.

Sounds interesting. I love reading books written in different historical eras. What is your current work in progress?
Ah, a little spoiler above … I’m taking on a contemporary series that’s laced with twists and suspense. Even though it’s not historical, the story of a famous 20th Century Modern painter is key in the plot and draws in the past. Delving into a new genre has been both challenging and exhilarating.

What would be your dream vacation?
Just the other day I was day-dreaming about resting under a palm tree and running my hands and bare feet through white sand—sounds pretty nice right about now! But, after a little nap in the sun and a dip in the ocean, send me off to the south of France for delectable food and glorious scenery.

How do you choose your settings for each book?
Interesting question … I believe my characters dictate the setting. Chasing the Butterfly grew out of my travels to France—the images and sensory details filled the pages—and it was the perfect place for Ella to “become.” RUSH is about my great-great grandmother’s participation in the Oklahoma Land Run of 1893 so that setting was a given. With my current work, I choose settings that I know or have access to get to know. I’m a visual kind of gal, so putting myself in the place is important to my story development.

What are your hobbies, besides writing and reading?
I am a painter and that hobby brings me immense joy and relaxation. I also love to travel, play tennis, walk with my dog, and ski the beautiful Colorado mountains.

What is your most difficult writing obstacle, and how do you overcome it?
In initial drafts, I tend to write free form and descriptions and dialogue get long and complicated. I have to step away from my writing, often for several days, and then I read it with new eyes and voice—always making for much better writing! What I may have thought was eloquent, witty, or crucial, is better chopped and diced.

What advice would you give to a beginning author?
If you are inspired to write, believe in yourself, take it on, and be patient in the process. I admit, writing books is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done, but it is gratifying to know that God uses authors for his glory.

Tell us about the featured book.
I grew up hearing about my “Oklahoma Grandma” and her participation as a young, single woman in the 1893 Oklahoma Land Rush. The time seemed right to tell her story. Fortunately, my family had stacks of letters, documents, and photographs that became the seeds of my research. Even though her story is fictionalized, it is largely based on truth—even many of the surprises! She was a strong woman—her faith, perseverance, and trust in God helped her survive and flourish in a wild and unwelcoming frontier.                                                

Here’s the back cover blurb for a little more:
Mary Louisa Roberts won the race of a lifetime … or so she thought.

In competition with desperate homesteaders, ruthless land seekers, and a sheriff determined to see her fail, Mary rides out on a horse to strike her claim in the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1893. When she finally thrusts her flag into the dirt, 160 acres becomes her own. But with that claim, she risks more than she could ever imagine. A naïve school teacher and young mother abandoned by her hard-drinking, gold-seeking husband—whom she believes to be dead—Mary is faced with letting go of a past riddled with loss, hardship, and reminders that a woman isn’t capable of surviving on her own.

Daniel McKenzie, an illustrative journalist sent on assignment to document the race, has his own past to forget. Bound by a lost love and guilt from a haunting event in the streets of Boston, he wonders whether he will ever know happiness again.

Will Mary’s and Daniel’s stubborn and independent spirits keep them mired in the past? Or will two broken hearts find forgiveness and love in the wild plains of the Midwest?

Please give us the first page of the book for my readers.
Mary ~ Alone, Missouri, July 14, 1893
I can’t stop shivering when I sleep alone.
           
As I pulled the threadbare quilt higher, daybreak peeked in the window. Morning already, and he didn’t come home again last night. Disappointment and relief played tug-of-war in my mind. But what kind of wife did that make me, relieved my husband didn’t come home?
           
My eyes followed a crack in the ceiling that ran like a river going nowhere. My hands rested on my flat belly, wishing for it to swell again with a baby. But that was nonsense. There was no new life in me. How could there be when I felt as though I were dying inside? Besides, having another child wouldn’t make things better.
           
Tossing the quilt aside, I slid out of bed. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet. Despite the heat, I still wore Tuck’s grayed wool socks, slipped on last night before crawling into bed. When darkness fell on Adair County, Missouri, my hope was that my husband would come home—at least for our son’s sake. But it was to be another lonely night.
           
I pulled my shawl from the iron hook and wrapped it tightly around my bare shoulders and thin, cotton nightdress. The logs from last night’s cooking had burned down hours ago. Only a faint glimmer of red pulsed from the ashes, determined to gain a last breath. I used the poker to rustle the fragile remains, urging them to life once again. A small flame darted, then receded as quickly as it had lashed out, reminding me of my own hurt and anger that was squelching the love I once had for my husband. But love was a requirement, wasn’t it? Especially for our son, six-year-old Wesley, who lay sleeping in the other room.
           
I, Aaron “Tuck” Roberts, take you, Mary Louisa Johnston, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do us part.
           
The promises were made nearly ten years earlier when the leaves were brilliant, and I was twenty-two. Like so many others, my husband’s sights—as well as my own—were focused on eventually heading west for a chance at a better life. Now, the words he promised played over and over in my mind, slowly losing momentum like the record on the phonograph, winding down, then silent.
           
The window felt cool as my head rested against the glass. “He’ll be home soon,” I whispered, wiping away tears that lately came too easily. Outside, the dirt road took on an auburn haze—the mid-July sun promising a new day.

How can readers find you on the Internet?
Visit Jayme’s website: www.jaymehmansfield.com to join her newsletter.                       
Jayme’s blog http://bit.ly/2FwTiL1
Amazon Author page: http://amzn.to/2BFZbU5
Goodreads Author page: http://bit.ly/2nu0dgQ
Twitter: @jaymemansfield
Instagram: jaymemansfield

Readers, here are links to the book.
Rush - Paperback
RUSH - Kindle

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Tuesday, March 06, 2018

CHASING THE BUTTERFLY - Jayme H Mansfield - One Free Book


Welcome back, Jayme. Tell us how much of yourself you write into your characters.
Actually quite a bit! I enjoy writing in first person POV and I can’t help but experience the trials and celebrations along with my characters. A common thread in my books is visual art and my own passion in that arena plays out the lives of many characters. Many readers have said my writing has a literary flair and I suppose that’s the lens through which I see the world.

What is the quirkiest thing you have ever done?
I’d have to say agreeing to be dropped off by a supply helicopter on the top of the Eiger Mountain in Switzerland until the pilot could return. I’m here to tell the story, so at least it had a happy ending!

When did you first discover that you were a writer?
Apart from my wildly imaginative stories as a child and my love-struck teenage diary, penning Chasing the Butterfly (that initially was only for me with no intention of publication), opened my heart to the passion for storytelling.

Tell us the range of the kinds of books you enjoy reading.
So many that it’s a budget line item that’s been hard to wrangle—historical fiction, contemporary women’s fiction, biography, the Bible and Christian living, art history, technical art and writing books, and children’s and young adult classics. Toss in clean romance and strong female protagonists and I’m set for a good read.

How do you keep your sanity in our run, run, run world?
As much as I love people and lean toward being an extrovert, I definitely need my alone time—time to write, reflect, and talk with God. Since I love to take on new things, I’ve had to work hard to realize my limitations through a good dose of humility and honesty.

How do you choose your characters’ names?
For historical fiction, unearthing meaningful names from past anecdotes, books, and documents is like striking it rich—so exciting! The names have to sound right—have the correct beat—when read aloud. For RUSH, I used many of the actual names from my family’s history, including my great-great grandmother, her husband, and son.

What is the accomplishment that you are most proud of?
I’d be fibbing to say publishing books doesn’t tickle-me-pink. However, the satisfaction that my husband and I have raised three boys into respectable and good men is the biggest accomplishment. We aren’t a perfect family (and I haven’t met one yet), but we love and value one another—cheering each other on in this wild life.

If you were an animal, which one would you be, and why?
A horse, of course! I grew up riding and wished for a horse every time I blew out birthday candles (and still do). If I can’t own one, I may as well be one. There are several horses in my neighborhood, and I’m continually awed by their grace, strength, and beauty.

What is your favorite food?
Chewy, oatmeal, chocolate chip cookies are my love … my nemesis. I boldly admit I adore them beyond the moon and stars. Well, maybe that’s a stretch, but I can’t resist them.

What is the problem with writing that was your greatest roadblock, and how did you overcome it?
I had it in my mind for a long time that I was failing as a writer because I didn’t write everyday and rebelled against a set word count—give me a number to meet and I didn’t want to write. Obviously, I was only deterring my own progress. When I realized it was okay to write in longer, power blocks that didn’t necessarily occur every day, I found my stride. Sure, there are times when a deadline looms and I kick into high gear. But for me, allowing wiggle room to write a great deal one day, and maybe none the next, is not the end of the world. I just have to make sure I don’t put myself out to pasture too long and instead, get back in the barn, saddle up, and ride (write!).

Tell us about the featured book?
Chasing the Butterfly has a dear place in my heart—not only was it my first book—but it was written because I had to write it—yes, it was one of those! In the past, I had traveled extensively in France, so it was the perfect place to put a young artist struggling with tremendous losses, the aftermath of World War II, and becoming who God intended her to be. It’s a beautiful story told in first person through the eyes of an artist—sensory and descriptive in that readers say they were transported to the poppy and lavender fields of Provence and the allure of Paris.
                       
Here’s the back cover copy for more insight: From a vineyard in the south of France to the sophisticated city of Paris, Ella Moreau searches for the hope and love she           lost as a young girl when her mother abandoned the family. Ella's journey is portrayed through a heartbroken child, a young woman's struggles during the tumultuous times surrounding World War II, and as a reflective adult. Through a series of secret paintings, her art becomes the substitute for lost love--the visual metaphor of her life. But when her paintings are discovered, the     intentions of those she loves are revealed.

Please give us the first page of the book.
Run, 1931
I learned to run that day, really run. I gathered my scattered papers, knocking over the glass holding my new paintbrush. The blue-tinted water pooled around my knees and soaked the hem of my dress as it filled crevices between the stones on our front porch. I ran across the lawn and on to the gravel road leading to the center of town. It didn’t matter that the bottoms of my bare feet stung from the jagged stones.
           
I couldn’t stop. If I did, I’d never find her—she’d be gone. My long hair tangled and caught in the tears streaming down my face. Pushing it out of my eyes, it flew out behind me like a windstorm. My pale yellow sundress twisted between my legs and threw me to the ground. I lay there trying to breathe, then pushed myself up, hiked my dress to my waist, and ran full stride down the center of the road. My head was down, determined—running for my life.           
           
I raised my head in time to see Papa’s car swerve onto the soft shoulder and skid to a halt. Except for the strained car engine, there was silence. I froze, gripping the hem of my dirty dress with one hand and my crumpled paintings in the other. Silhouetted by the setting sun, Papa leapt out of the car and ran to me. I tried to focus but my eyes were drowning.

Wow, Jayme. Your words are wonderfully lyrical. I haven’t read my copy yet, because of writing deadlines. But I must read the rest of your story soon. I have read Rush, and loved it. And I love the covers. I’m assuming you had a hand in them.

How can readers find you on the Internet?
Visit Jayme’s website: www.jaymehmansfield.com to join her newsletter.                       
Jayme’s blog http://bit.ly/2FwTiL1
Amazon Author page: http://amzn.to/2BFZbU5
Goodreads Author page: http://bit.ly/2nu0dgQ
Twitter: @jaymemansfield
Instagram: jaymemansfield

Thank you, Jayme, for sharing this book with me and my readers.

Readers, here are links to the book.
Chasing The Butterfly - Paperback
Chasing the Butterfly - Kindle

Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the book. You must follow these instructions to be in the drawing. Please tell us where you live, at least the state or territory or country if outside North America. (Comments containing links may be subject to removal by blog owner.)

Void where prohibited; the odds of winning depend on the number of entrants. Entering the giveaway is considered a confirmation of eligibility on behalf of the enterer in accord with these rules and any pertaining local/federal/international laws.

The only notification you’ll receive is the winner post on this blog. So be sure to check back a week from Saturday to see if you won. You will have 4 weeks from the posting of the winners to claim your book.

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