Genre: Historical Paranormal Western Romance
Publisher: Imajin Books
Date of Publication: May 30, 2013
Number of pages: 183
Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: Ryan Doan
Fate has brought them together, but will a promise tear them apart?Interview:
Otakatay is hired to kill the witkowin-crazy women. A deadly bounty hunter, he has found his last victim in timid healer Nora Rushton. Marked as a witch, Nora uses her gift to heal those in need, and the bounty hunter is one of them. Will the desire to complete his promise drive him to kill her, or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he once was?
Nora and Otakatay must fight for their freedom in a time when race and discrimination are a threat and innocence holds no ground.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Today, we welcome Kat Flannery to Musings and Ramblings. Let's all give her a big Geeky welcome!
I have some questions for you that are writer specific as well as some fun stuff so that we can really get to know the real you. *grin* Plus we will finish things off with round of Think Fast. Ready to begin?
1. Tell us something about yourself that's not in your bio.
If I couldn’t be a writer, I’d be a history teacher.2. What do you like to do when you are not writing?
Spend time with my family, read and shop.3. How did you choose the genres you write in?
With Lakota Honor I had no idea I’d write it with the paranormal aspect in it until my publisher suggested it. I’ve always loved western and historical books, and to write that genre just came easy to me.4. Is there any particular author or book that has influenced you or your writing?
There have been many authors who have influenced me with their writing. Jane Austen, Stephen King to name a few. I look up to Cheryl K Tardif author and publisher at Imajin Books. I’ve learned a lot from her.5. What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?
Not to quit my day job. All the criticism I’ve gotten I take with a grin, and learn from it. I utilize the advice, although harsh at times, and strive to become a better writer. Any compliment I receive from my readers makes my day.Fun Stuff
6. If you could have dinner with anyone, past or present, fictional or real, who would it be and why?
Oh, there are so many I’d love to sit down with, but I think I’d love to sit down with King Henry the Eighth and ask him what the hell he was thinking.7. You are going to be stranded on a deserted island and bring 3 luxury items.
What would they be? My flat iron a book and deodorant8. Pick two celebrities to be your parents. Who are they and why?
Ha ha ha!! Well, I’d chose Dean Martin and Vivian Leigh.9. What would we find in your refrigerator right now?
Cut up veggies, peaches, milk, coffee cream, lettuce, and butter.10. If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
The uneventful life of Kat. ☺
Summer or Winter? Summer
Coffee or Tea? Both, but coffee more often.
Cake or Pie? Cake unless it’s apple pie.
Car or Truck? Car
Print or Electronic? Print.
Thanks for coming by and spending some time with us. Any final words of wisdom to pass along?
Thank you for having me! I love to hear from my readers, so please email me or say hi on my facebook fan page. ☺Excerpt:
Colorado Mountains, 1880
The blade slicing his throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading out of the shaft.
He’d been two hundred feet below ground for ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the ladder. He’d have to climb it and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung.
The earth swayed. He closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with determination. He made it to the top faster than he’d thought he would. The sky was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.
He took two long breaths before he emerged from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils; unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around his wrists when he’d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time to free his wrists later.
He pressed his body against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip, cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise.
The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man’s chest. He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his throat. The guard bled out in seconds.
He tapped the barred window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch. He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would come back, and he would kill the bastard inside.
He tapped again, harder this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside. The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out.
“Toksha ake—I shall see you again,” he whispered in Lakota.
The hand squeezed his once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared inside the room.
A tear slipped from his dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.
Men shouted to his right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the cover of the forest.
Prize is a Kindle copy of “Chasing Clovers” from Kat Flannery. Contest is tour-wide and ends July 5. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
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Kat Flannery has loved writing ever since she was a girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not writing, or researching, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate and a great book.
Her first novel, CHASING CLOVERS became an Amazon’s bestseller in Historical and Western romance. This is Kat’s second book, and she is currently hard at work on the third.
When not focusing on her creative passions, Kat is busy with her three boys and doting husband.
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