Showing posts with label Teton Sunrise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teton Sunrise. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Meet the Voice of Teton Sunrise


My special guest today is actor and audiobook narrator, Steve Marvel, who has recently completed the audio production of Teton Sunrise.  I’m happy to say that he will be the voice for the entire Teton Romance Trilogy.


Thank you for the interview, Steve. Tell us about yourself. What else do you do besides VO?

I’ve been a professional actor for thirty years, which means, as is typical within “the Biz”, I act in a variety of media. I have a very strong stage background, but I’ve done soap operas, a network drama, and commercials on television, and right now I’m shooting a feature film. Within VO, I also tend to do video games, particularly those with character voices. So I do a lot of different acting jobs.
Avocationally, I enjoy tinkering with my web site and those I’ve helped others put together, and I practice Aikido, an all-defensive martial art.

What made you decide to become a voice actor?

An audition, actually. I was called to read for the part of a talking peacock in a feature-length cartoon for Mattel, Barbie as the Island Princess. The company liked the character I did and the fact that I can sing, so they hired me. From there, I started developing a reputation as someone who can create characters vocally.

When you are reading the script, do you become animated?   Describe what we would see.

My booth is pretty closed in, so I don’t do a lot of body movement, though I will move at times when the character is described in motion—running, in a fight, etc. Most of the time, you’d see me seated before my mic and the script, the feelings of the characters showing on my face, with perhaps my hands gesturing, till I accidentally bump the mic. And curse.

What is your favorite type of story to which you lend your voice talents?

I suppose I prefer contemporary thrillers though, as I’ve said elsewhere, anything with good, tight writing and an engaging story is fun to read.

Well, you did a great job narrating a historical romance novel! What drew you to narrate Teton Sunrise?

The writing. I’m continually on the lookout for new projects, so I read a lot of auditions scripts. When I come across one in which I feel I can relax with what the author’s written—when I know she’s telling a coherent, intelligent story—then I know I’ll be able to do my job more fluently, without getting caught in plot or language gaps.
Also, the audience—your books are popular and well-reviewed. Hopefully, that translates to greater audiobook sales.

Do you do anything to prepare for a narrating session?

Of course, I read the book first. As I read, I make note of who all the characters are, their relationships to one another, and any accents or explicit speech characteristics. I also look for any physical descriptions which might give clues as to how a character should sound—a “broad, barrel-chested man” likely has a deep, full voice; a “wizened old woman”, a reedy, scratchy voice. I also read for theme and tone—is this light-hearted or serious? What’s the narrator’s attitude? (From the actor’s perspective, the narrator is a character, too.)
When it comes to the actual recording, I just make sure to bring enough water to sip liberally through the session. I also use a technique Scott Brick taught me: apply lip balm to keep lip smacking to a minimum. First session of the day, I’ll also “wake up” my mouth with a few tongue twisters.

What sets you apart as a voice actor?

I think with me, its two things: versatility and sensitivity. I’m pretty skilled at differentiating characters with my voice, which originates from early childhood, when my parents used to play the Vaughn Meader “First Family” record album—a send-up of the Kennedy clan—and I would mimic the voices. They thought that was great, so I did it a lot. Time on stage further developed that skill.
I’ve also spent a lot of time meditating, which tends to give one greater insight into human needs and motivations, I think. I tend to identify fairly easily with what characters are thinking and feeling. Again, stage training has helped with that ability, as well.

What was your favorite part of narrating Teton Sunrise?

I’m sorry to say it, but I really enjoyed voicing Laurent (folks who’ve read the story will understand both parts of that statement). Such a jovial, full-of-life character with a French accent, no less, which performers love to do. Big characters like that are very forgiving—you can go way out on a limb, and they still sound real.

Yes, he was a favorite character for a lot of people. Your portrayal of Laurent was absolutely brilliant!

What was the most challenging part in this story?

Honestly, not one particular character or passage, but certain sections of description. In a lot of books—less so with this one, frankly, but still present to an extent—there are passages of description that go on for longer than anyone would normally speak them in a single sentence. The narrator has to find places to pause and breathe which sound natural—essentially, adding punctuation where isn’t there. Those things can be tricky.

What do you hope the listeners will take away from your delivery?

Fundamentally, I hope they’ll be as moved and excited by the story as they would were they reading it from the page. More so, actually. I hope my descriptions and characterizations bring the story alive in ways they might not experience from reading alone.

Describe your work space. Do you work in a studio, or from home? What sort of equipment is needed to narrate an audio book?

I have a recording booth in my home, which is where I do the bulk of my narration work. We’ve converted half of a walk-in closet, via theatrical drape and foam panels. The space is just large enough for me to sit, facing a mic and, about foot behind that, a reading stand holding my Kindle and, beside that, a monitor. I also have a keyboard and mouse in there, which is attached to the computer that sits outside the booth proper, so that I don’t record the fan noise.
At minimum, an audiobook narrator needs a quiet space (sound “dead” inside and reasonably quiet outside), a microphone and audio interface (so-called “USB mics” combine both), a computer on which to record the sound, and the software to do the recording.

Can you share an unusual experience that happened during or as a result of narrating.

Something that doesn’t happen every day and which makes me proud occurred as I was recording my very first audiobook. Audible.com (which most of your readers probably know is the “leading seller and producer of spoken audio entertainment on the Internet”) sponsored a contest for new narrators. The prize was to record The Leavenworth Case, one of the earliest detective novels ever written (and, interestingly, penned by an American woman!). I submitted my audition, and I won! Nice to have that kind of validation, especially that early on.

Congratulations! Well-deserved.
Thank you so much for being here today, Steve, and  for giving us some insights into producing an audiobook!

To find out more about Steve, please visit his website.
http://www.stevemarvel.com

Please scroll down to listen to an extended sample of Teton Sunrise.






Teton Sunrise is available at Audible.com, Amazon, and iTunes

Monday, June 24, 2013

Release Day! Teton Splendor

I'm happy to announce that Teton Splendor has already been released on Amazon and Barnes & Noble! IT should become available on iTunes within a couple of weeks. 

Amazon
Barnes & Noble








AND, to celebrate the release, Teton Sunrise (Book 1) is on SALE at Amazon now through June 28th for only $0.99

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Release Date for Teton Splendor

I finally have a release date for Teton Splendor! Mark your calendars for June 25th for Amazon. t should be available at Barnes & Noble and Apple soon after.



Naive and spoiled, Sophia Yancey believes she is the only daughter of a wealthy Boston businessman. She’s always struggled to fit in among the city’s elite due to her dark hair and bronze skin. When a rugged mountain man from the faraway Teton mountains arrives to reveal her true identity, Sophia is in denial.

Joseph Walker made a promise to a dying friend: travel east to find the old Indian chief's granddaughter and bring her back to her people. Unsure whether the girl is even alive, Joseph arrives on the doorstep of Byron Yancey, his only clue to her whereabouts. He expects to find Little Raven, a girl of Indian heritage. Instead, he meets stunning socialite, Sophia Yancey, and realizes that the journey home to the Tetons will challenge him in ways the wilderness never could.

Away from the confines of polite society, Sophia must rely on Joseph as they travel a long road of danger and discovery, wary of a killer seeking revenge. As love blossoms between them among the grandeur of the Tetons, will Joseph be able to keep her safe, or did he make a grave mistake in removing her from the only life she’s ever known?

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Splendor #6


“I can’t believe I agreed to such an absolutely foolish undertaking, Miss Sophia. Your father must be out of his mind to allow you to go with that man. Why, he’s almost a savage himself.” Lucy ushered two young maids out the door as she spoke. Their job in helping with the packing was obviously done. She tangled with an elaborately embroidered petticoat, and finally managed to wrestle the garment into the already overstuffed trunk filled with a dozen chemise, corsets, petticoats, and at least three crinolines. She slammed the lid shut as if she expected the garments to make a hasty dash for freedom.
 Sophia cringed slightly when Lucy referred to Indians as savages. Dismissing her nagging thought that her maid might think of her in the same way, she said, “My father fully approves of  Mr. Walker, Lucy. He would never allow us to go with someone who wasn’t completely trustworthy.”
“Why you would want to leave Boston and head into uncharted wilderness is beyond my comprehension,” Lucy huffed. She secured the latch on the trunk and swiped a hand across her damp forehead. “There are nothing but bloodthirsty Indians and murdering scoundrels the further west one travels.”
“Well I will leave the decision up to you whether you want to accompany me,” Sophia said, and slipped her hand into a white glove. “You can unpack your trunk, and I’ll let my father know that I’ll be traveling by myself.”
Lucy stepped in front of her, one hand on her hip. She pointed a wagging finger at her, glowering with narrowed eyes. “If you believe for one moment that I’m going to let you go off alone to some godforsaken land with that . . . that man downstairs, you’re sorely mistaken, young lady. I spent the better part of twenty years looking after you, and I’m not going to shirk my duties now. Besides, someone has to make sure you come back to Boston.”

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Splendor #5

Here is this week's teaser for Teton Splendor.


Joseph gave his horse a final pat on the neck, then left the stall. Coming to Boston had obviously been a big mistake. It was too late in the day to leave the city. He’d get an early start in the morning. The sooner he was away from here, the better. He wasn’t going back to that fancy house, either. After what happened this afternoon, he had most likely worn out his welcome.  Miss High and Mighty Society Princess wanted nothing to do with him or knowing more about where she came from.
Joseph scoffed. Hell, she wouldn’t last a day in the wilderness. The pampered way she’d been raised had spoiled her for the kind of life she would have had among her mother’s people. He couldn’t possibly present her to Two Bears looking and acting like the white woman she so obviously chose to be. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Splendor #3




“Aren’t you in the least bit curious about what happened to your real folks?” Joseph pressed on, refusing to let her walk away. She stared straight ahead, her chin up in the air, and her spine so stiff that she had to be in pain.  She continued up the stairs in silence, and Joseph followed several steps behind. He couldn’t help but notice the seductive sway of her hips, and the way the bodice of her dress hugged her slender back. Those cumbersome women’s undergarments she wore emphasized her curves, but he’d be willing to bet that she’d look even better without all those unnatural contraptions.
At the top of the stairwell, Joseph took the last two steps in one leap, and reached for her arm again. Apparently she was under the impression that if she ignored him, he would simply go away.
“You can’t run away from this, Sophie,” he said, pulling her to a stop.
She spun to face him fully. “My name is Sophia,” she spat. “I have asked you once to let go of me. If I scream for help, James will call for the constable.”
Joseph grinned. “Is that a threat? Or a dare?” He stepped closer, inhaling the fragrant flowery scent coming from her hair. He couldn’t understand his need to provoke her, but he enjoyed watching her spirited side emerge. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Splendor

Teaser Tuesdays are back! I have a new work-in-progress. Book 2 in the Teton Romance Trilogy, titled Teton Splendor. If you've read Book 1, Teton Sunrise, you will find the prologue to Book 2 at the end, so I'm not going to repost that here. 

Here is the first short glimpse at Teton Splendor:


“Daddy, everyone’s waiting on you.”
Wide-eyed, Yancey stared beyond Joseph’s shoulders. Joseph turned slowly at the sound of the soft female voice behind him. He hadn’t even heard the door open. His eyes widened for a split second. He swallowed back the sudden lump in his throat, and his heart drummed steadily in his ears, drowning out all other sound.
A young woman, the most stunning woman he’d ever laid eyes on, stood just inside the room. Her big brown eyes rested on him. Her head tilted slightly, then her gaze shifted to Yancey before moving to the artifacts hanging over the fireplace. After a few seconds, she stared back at him.
Acutely self-conscious that he looked as out of place in this room as the items she apparently already associated with him, Joseph sucked in a deep breath. There was no question as to who she was. Her raven black hair was swept up behind her head in some intricate fashion, coifed and curled like he’d seen on women the further east he traveled. Several thick locks spilled down her back, caressing her slender neck. Her dark olive, almost bronzed complexion was accentuated by the dark blue dress she wore. The gown hung off her slight shoulders, emphasizing her neck and the swell of her breasts. The wide skirt that fanned outward from her hips swayed, and all that material hanging from her waist rustled as she stepped into the room. 

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

RELEASE DAY for Teton Sunrise

It's here! 

Teton Sunrise is now available on Amazon! It should be available at Barnes & Noble and iBooks within a couple of weeks. Paperback to follow soon after.....
Thank you to everyone who emailed me, connected with me on facebook, and left comments here on the blog. 




Thursday, February 14, 2013

Teton Sunrise Chapter One

First of all, a Happy Valentine's Day to all my romance readers out there. For over a month, I was hoping that I could get Teton Sunrise done in time to be published by Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, I did not quite make that deadline. 
I can announce, however, that the release for the book will be sometime next week. I am not firm on the exact date, because my last two book releases didn't go off as scheduled due to glitches at Amazon. So, for this release, I will announce when the book actually goes live. 
In the meantime, as a Valentine's gift, I present to you the entire Chapter One. If you need a refresher, I recommend reading the prologue, which I posted here quite a while ago.







St Charles, Missouri 1828


“You did what?”
Evelyn Lewis spun around on her heels so quickly she nearly lost her balance. The wooden ladle in her hand dropped to the ground with a dull thud, splattering brown gravy and vegetables on her dress and over the floorboards. Ignoring the mess, she stared at the man who stood across the room. Her eyes widened in shocked disbelief.
“Why would you do such a thing, Henry?” Evelyn’s voice rose almost to a shrill screech. She stepped away from the hearth, and stormed toward her brother. How dare he bring such news without proper warning, or even discussing it with her first? Henry Lewis raised his hands in front of his chest as if he was about to fend off a formidable adversary, and took a step back.
“Now don’t get all riled, Evie. I’m doing this for you,” Henry said, squaring his shoulders and standing his ground. 
“For me?” Evelyn held her fists to her hips, and glared at her brother, standing only inches from him. She leaned forward. “How is a marriage to Charlie Richardson going to benefit me?” she demanded.
Henry tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder, and his lips rose in, what looked like, an uneasy smile. He inhaled a deep breath.
“Listen to me, Evie,” he said calmly. “I’ve had several requests for your hand in marriage over the last few months. We’ve known Charlie since we were children. He’s always been smitten with you. He seemed like the best choice to me.”
“Well I refuse to marry him,” Evelyn snorted. She shot her brother a narrow-eyed look. “You know I detest him. Ever since that time he pushed me into the creek when I was eleven years old, do you remember?” She poked a finger in her brother’s chest, her other hand balled in a tight fist at her hip. “Why, if it hadn’t been for . . .” Her voice trailed off, and she stared wide-eyed at Henry. She’d almost spoken his name. Her shoulders slumped, and she lowered her gaze to the ground. Tears threatened behind her eyes, and she blinked to curb the flow. After everything that loathsome man had done, why did every thought of him bring tears to her eyes?
Because he murdered your parents! Alexander Walker murdered your parents, and all you want to remember is the eighteen-year-old boy you fancied yourself in love with as a naïve young girl.  
It was the last memory she had of him; the day Alex and Henry laughed at her as she ran from the barn to the house, completely humiliated. He had left that day to venture into the unknown wilderness beyond the Missouri. A year had gone by, and she clung to the hope that he would return. Two years had passed, and no one had neither seen nor heard from him. After the third year, even Henry had suggested that savages might have killed Alex.
Evelyn was well aware of Charlie Richardson’s infatuation with her. He’d often tried to talk to her when he saw her in town, and he’d stopped by the farm for one obscure reason or another. To keep him at arm’s length, she had pretended to show an interest in several other young men who came calling. None of them held her attention for long. One dark-haired, blue-eyed quiet boy continued to creep into her mind. But that was before . . .
Evelyn had first noticed Alexander Walker as more than just her brother’s best friend that day when she returned from carrying a basket of her mother’s eggs to a neighbor’s house. Charlie Richardson had spotted her on the trail along the creek between the two properties, and followed her. Relentlessly, he’d called her freckle face and made rude comments about the fact that she was thin and lanky, and hadn’t started filling out in the chest like some of the other girls her age had done. She’d tried to ignore his taunts, and pretend indifference, but he had continued until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Turning around quickly, she’d barely taken notice of his stunned expression before her fist connected with his nose.
Horrified at what she’d done, even as her insides filled with self-satisfaction, Evelyn had spun on her heels and ran toward home. Charlie had caught up with her quickly, and grabbed her by the arm. She was no match for his larger size, and he had dragged her to the creek’s edge, then forcefully shoved her into the cold water. Alex Walker had appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Charlie by the shirt collar. With seemingly effortless ease, Alex had hauled Charlie away from the creek bank, and slammed his own fist into Charlie’s face. Blood spurted everywhere, and Charlie held his hands over his face while he ran off. To this day, his nose was a different shape than it had been before Alex hit him.
Alex had reached for her hand, and pulled Evelyn from the water. She remembered staring up into those blue eyes of his, and her youthful heart had fluttered in her chest. He hadn’t said a word to her, and turned to disappear into the thicket just as quickly as he had appeared. Evelyn stared quietly after him that day, lost for words for the first time in her life.
“Evie, are you listening?” Henry’s voice, and a gentle shake on her arm brought her back to her senses. She sniffed, and blinked again.
“There’s more I need to tell you,” he said tentatively. He ran a hand across his lower jaw; a sure sign that he was nervous about something. “But I think you’d better sit down first.”
Evelyn’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. She still wasn’t done discussing that she wouldn’t marry Charlie, and by the look on his face, Henry wanted to present her with more bad news.
Henry held her elbow and guided her to one of the wooden chairs at the table in front of the hearth. She allowed him to pull the chair out for her, then sat and folded her hands in her lap. Seconds later, she rested them on top of the table. After Henry was seated across from her, she squared her shoulders and sat up straight.
“So, what else have you to tell me? I’ll listen, but the matter of my marriage to Charlie is still not settled.”
Henry cleared his throat, and shifted his weight in the chair. He stared at his hands resting on the table for a moment, then inhaled a deep breath and met her eyes.
“I sold the farm to him.” He paused, then clarified, “To Charlie.”
“You what?” Evelyn sprang from her seat so quickly, the chair toppled over behind her. She braced her hands on the table and leaned forward. If steam came from her ears, she wouldn’t be surprised. Heat rose up her cheeks as it always did when she was angry.
“This is my home, Henry. This was Ma and Pa’s home. It’s your home. How could you sell it? We’re not destitute.” Tears of anger welled up in her eyes, and her brother’s face blurred.
“And it will remain your home, Evie.”
“I will not marry Charles Richardson,” she stated heatedly, and stomped her foot. Her hands fisted in front of her, and she resisting the urge to strike out and hit something.
Henry stood from his chair. “You have no choice, Evie. He will be here in the morning to claim his property, and to take you to the church to wed you.” His palm swiped across his forehead.
Evelyn sucked in a deep breath. She stared across the table at her brother as if she was seeing him for the first time. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and a sinking feeling swept over her. This was really happening. Henry’s face showed no hint that he was merely joking with her.
“What about you? What are you going to do, Henry?” she finally asked, her voice lifeless. Her gaze dropped to the ground. Henry was her legal guardian. He had every right to choose a husband for her. She never thought her brother would pick the man she would marry, especially not without asking her first. She and Henry had always been close. The fact that he took matters of such importance into his own hands hurt deeply.
Henry stepped around the table, and stood before her. He touched a hand to her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Evie,” he said softly. “Perhaps in time you’ll come to understand that I have your best interest in mind. Charlie will be a good husband. He will protect you and take care of you.”
Evelyn ducked around him to avoid his touch. “I wish you would have consulted me on this matter.” She turned on her heel to face him. “Why wouldn’t you allow me to pick my own husband?”
“You haven’t been interested in anyone, Evie,” Henry said, moving to the hearth. He stared into the dying flames of the fire. “Every suitor who has come around, you’ve repelled. You’re nineteen years old. It’s time you married.”
Evelyn was about to argue that she had no desire to marry, least of all a man who sparked no desire or warm feelings in her. Before she could speak, Henry turned to her and stared through narrowed eyelids.
“You can’t still be holding on to your childish fantasies about Alex, can you?” he asked. “After what he did?” His jaw muscles tightened, his eyes cold.
Evelyn straightened her back. “Of course not. How could you think such a thing? I just haven’t found the man I wish to marry.” She glanced away from his perusing eye.
“Evie.” Henry spoke her name slowly. He waited until she made eye contact with him. “Alexander Walker is not the boy you remember. The quiet youth has turned into a savage.” He spoke the words almost viciously. “It’s no surprise, either. Look at his father, and how violent he was. The man killed his own wife. Alex has always had it in him to become just as ruthless, and I’ll wager that the wilderness has made him ten times more so.”
“I have no thoughts or feelings other than hatred and loathing for Alexander Walker, you can rest assured of that.” Evelyn spat his name as if it was poison on her tongue.
“He was my best friend,” Henry said as if to himself. He stared at Evelyn, his eyes unfocused. “He was my best friend, and he murdered . . . Ma and Pa in cold blood.” His voice cracked. Evelyn moved quickly across the space that separated her from her brother. She placed a comforting hand on his arm, the tears falling freely down her cheeks.
“I held Pa in my arms while he gasped his last breath, Evie.” The horrible memory was clearly written on Henry’s face. “If Charlie hadn’t come along when he did, and shot at the damn bastard while he ran like a coward, Alex might have killed me, too.”
“I know,” Evelyn whispered, and wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist. He held her tightly, a shudder passing through his body. Right now, she couldn’t be mad at him for what he had done. Right now, her brother needed consoling. The death of their parents had shaken him badly, as it had her, six months ago. Evelyn was still not completely clear on the events that had transpired that fateful day.
At her mother’s request, Evelyn had stayed the week with an elderly friend of the family whose husband had taken ill. While the woman tended to her husband, Evelyn cooked for her, and took care of basic chores around the house. Charlie had sent a boy with a message for her to come home straight away; that something horrible had happened. She’d found her parents dead, her mother’s throat slashed with a knife, and her brother hovering like a little child over their dead father.
Apparently, Henry had already gone to the fields with the team of mules while his father finished some work in the barn. No one had seen nor heard from Alexander Walker in nearly six years.
At about the same time, Charlie had come to pick up a piece of harness that Evelyn’s father helped him repair. According to Charlie, Alex came charging out of the house and headed straight for him. Luckily, he carried his hunting rifle with him. Raising the rifle, he had shot Alex in the chest, but the shot must not have killed him, for he ran off into the woods, and once again disappeared. The sound of gunshot had alerted Henry, who came back from the fields in time to hear his father’s final gasp for air.
Evelyn eased her hold around her brother’s waist. “Without the farm, what are you going to do?” she asked again.
Henry took a step back. He gripped her upper arms. Staring intently into her eyes, his facial muscles hard, he said, “I’m going after the bastard who killed our folks.”
A quiet gasp escaped Evelyn’s throat. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. “You can’t go after him, Henry. He’ll kill you. You know nothing about the wilderness.”
“He has to be brought to justice, Evie,” Henry said, his fingers biting almost painfully into her skin. “I’m going to make him pay for what he did.”
“I can’t lose you, too,” Evelyn pleaded. “Don’t do this, Henry. How will you even find him?”
“I’ve hired some men to take me up the Missouri into what’s known as the Yellowstone country. These men know the wilderness. They’ll help me find him.”
“When?” Evelyn asked, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.
“I leave at first light.”
A sudden feeling of the world spinning and turning upside down came over her. In a matter of a few short minutes, her life was no longer her own, and she had lost everything she still held dear to her heart. 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Sunrise



This week's teaser is the last one I'll be posting for Teton Sunrise. I guess that means only one thing for next week....


After riding around nearly half of the lake’s perimeter, Alex guided his horse away from the shore and followed what looked to be a fast-flowing inlet. Heading upstream, the waters became much calmer, and the stream widened into a narrow lake that appeared to be rather shallow. Every rock and every fish was visible beneath the crystal clear water.  The snowy mountain peaks and the surrounding trees reflected artistically off the water like a mirror image.
“We’ll set up camp here tonight,” Alex said, halting his horse and pack animals near the sandy shore of the lake. Birds chirped loudly in the tree branches above, and a soft rustling of the breeze completed the peaceful atmosphere.
“This is a beautiful area,” Evelyn said, and waited for Alex to help her off her horse. It suddenly occurred to her that they were completely alone, and her pulse quickened. Alex held her at the waist while she dismounted, the warmth of his hands seeping through her clothing. She turned to face him, and grabbed hold of his upper arms, afraid he would walk away after setting her on the ground. 

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Cover Reveal for Teton Sunrise


I am very excited to finally reveal the cover for Teton Sunrise! I discussed my concept for the book with my wonderful cover designer, Ramona Lockwood back in October 2012 when I started writing Teton Sunrise. A few weeks later, she had my cover finished! Okay, so I had a cover and no book! Well, at last, the book is nearing completion, and I finally get to show off the great cover, along with the blurb. 






Evelyn Lewis' secret dream of marrying her brother’s best friend is shattered when he leaves St. Charles to seek his fortune elsewhere. For six long years, she’s waited and wondered if he would return. After the shocking murder of her parents, her brother is the only family she has left. Refusing to accept a betrothal to a man she doesn’t love, she decides to take control of her own destiny and confront her parents’ killer.

Growing up, Alexander Walker has known only violence at the hands of his cruel father.  After the death of his mother, he embarks on a journey into uncharted wilderness to test his resolve as a fur trapper and mountain man. When an impulsive decision leads him back to his childhood home, he finds more than he bargained for.

Amid the rugged Teton wilderness, fate suddenly throws Alex and Evelyn together. The quiet protective boy she remembers is now as strange to her as the world she’s been forced into.  Wary of the hardened man he has become, Evelyn must put her trust in him in order to survive. Alex’s memories of Evelyn are of a pesky little girl, but he can’t deny his growing feelings for the beautiful and spirited woman she is now. His biggest obstacle in winning her heart may not be her uncertainty of him, but a fear that has haunted him all his life. In a primitive and brutal world, can Alex and Evelyn forge a love as solid as the mountains, or will the past come back to haunt them both?

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Sunrise

String Lake, Grand Teton National Park


I'm excited to announce that  I will be revealing the cover to Teton Sunrise next week. For this week, here is the teaser: 



Evelyn swallowed nervously. “Then what are your plans for me, Alex?” Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t want to be reminded that he considered her his property, like he did his pack animals.
“I reckon you’re coming with me,” he said matter-of-factly. He looked up, glancing beyond her shoulder at something obviously behind her. His eyes narrowed for a split second, and he stepped closer to her. Evelyn drew in a sharp breath, her senses filled with his masculine scent. Her heart suddenly raced in her chest. If only things were different between them. If only he didn’t consider her his property.
“What if I refuse? What if I simply say I don’t want to go with you? What if I say –”
Quick as lightning, Alex snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her up against his hard body. In the next instant, his mouth covered hers, drowning out anything else she wanted to say. 

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Teton Sunrise

view of the Tetons from the String Lakes
Another week gone, another couple of chapters closer to finishing the book! I was stuck on one particular chapter this week, and it really slowed my momentum down. I hope to be back on track this week. 
Here's today's teaser.


“Are you expecting someone?” Evelyn asked, trying to break the silence between them.
He shot her a look that seemed to question her sanity. “There’s always danger here, Evie. This isn’t St. Charles. If a bear isn’t trying to kill you, a Blackfoot Indian will.”
“Then why do you choose to stay here? Why put your life in danger day after day?” Evelyn stepped up to him, trying to hold his attention. His eyes darted repeatedly from her to the forest all around them.
“I’d rather die here than rot in St. Charles,” he said, his jaw clenched. This time he held her gaze. “I’m not cut out to be a farmer. Out here,” he gestured with his chin toward the mountains, “I can do as I see fit. I answer to no one, and hold no one responsible for me.”
Evelyn’s brows raised. She hadn’t expected him to divulge as much as he had. A certain longing seemed to linger in his voice.
“I’m sorry to tell you that your father died two years ago,” she said softly. She placed her hand on his arm, and he tensed instantly. His jaw muscles tightened along his cheeks. “He lost a fight at the tavern with another man. I didn’t know if you already knew. His farm is vacant now. The land rightfully belongs to you.”
Alex scoffed. Anger blazed in his eyes. “I’ll thank the man who killed him next time I’m in St. Charles,” he said, his tone icy. “I want no part of anything that belonged to him.”
Evelyn dropped her hand. She hadn’t realized how deep Alex’s hatred for his father seemed to run.