I’m welcoming fellow TWRP author - Kathy Otten - today. She’s brought along a tantalising excerpt from her holiday historical romance novella - Another Waltz. And... we have a mini interview to get to know her, as well!
Which 5 words might describe you best, Kathy?
Loyal, Procrastinator, Diligent, Considerate, Quiet
What would you be doing if you weren’t spending time writing?
Reading or scrapbooking. I’m five years behind in my photos, and the only time I have to read is on the treadmill.
If you hit the big time and made lots of money from book sales, what do you think you would want to do?
I’d quit my day job and write more, hire an Amish girl to clean my house, and travel.
How many writing projects do you have just now?
I’m working on the synopsis the historical western novel I just finished. I have two novellas half done and I have a short story that needs a home. I’ve also started making notes for my next novel.
What fun things do you envisage doing in 2013?
In my writing life I’m going to be a workshop presenter in the spring. I have also made plans to attend a three-day writers conference, and attend an all-day workshop with Donald Maass. Hopefully I’ll also have a new book coming out.
In my non-writing life, I’m taking a trip to Vermont and plan to buy a new car.
This is such a beautiful cover, Kathy.
Another Waltz is my latest release from The Wild Rose Press. It is a sweet Victorian holiday novella.
Thanks Nancy for having me on your blog today.
I'm pleased to have you visit, Kathy!
I'm pleased to have you visit, Kathy!
After a magical waltz in a winter wonderland with the only man who has ever made her believe she is beautiful, Madeline Winthrop doesn't think life could be anymore perfect--until the night of the Christmas ball when she learns everything James Sullivan has told her is a lie.
Revenge against Madeline's brother forces James to do what ever is necessary to get back what was stolen from him, even if he has to use Madeline to do it. But the one thing he doesn't count on is the way she makes him feel.
James chuckled. “I’ll come only if ye promise to waltz with me.”
Madeline bit her lip and said softly, “But I don’t dance.” He stopped. Unable to help herself, she looked up. A somber expression stilled his features. She tensed, expecting him to decline.
“Dance with me, sweet Maddy,” he said instead.
Then with no music but his laughter, he pulled her close and led her in a waltz, right in the middle of the park while snowflakes drifted around them. His beautiful sapphire eyes sparkled as he gazed down at her, and Madeline glided over the snowy path as though she were skating. For the first time since the accident, she forgot her limp. The moments became magic as the snow squeaked beneath their feet, and her shy laugh joined with the deeper timbre of his. But her foot came down on his instep, and she stumbled to a halt in his arms.
“I can’t dance.” Her gaze fell to the beads of melted snow on the toes of her boots. “I’m clumsy.”
His index finger touched her chin, lifting her face so her gaze locked with his. Confused, she watched his sapphire eyes darken like indigo as his lids lowered, and he leaned close. A nervous laugh rose in her throat. For a moment she was twelve again, listening as her classmates whispered and giggled amongst themselves of handsome boys and stolen kisses.
Then his lips touched hers, warm and soft, and
pressed against her own. Her knees buckled, and she sagged against him. Her fingers dug through her mittens into the thick wool of his coat to keep from collapsing at his feet.
His mouth shifted against hers, and he nipped at her bottom lip. Not knowing what to do, she closed her eyes and mimicked his kiss. She inhaled his woodsy scent, her insides melting under the heat of his breath. The rough texture of his beard scratched her tender skin, but instead of pulling away, she ached to be closer, savoring the masculinity that was James.
He cupped her face, the leather of his gloves soft against her cheeks. His tongue teased the seam of her lips until she parted for him, and he delved into her mouth. Her tongue retreated from his at first then twined and tangled with his in their own unique waltz.
He pulled away, and she blinked up at him in a daze. His chest rose and fell as his breath escaped his parted lips in wispy clouds. He shook his head and smiled.
“Ye are not clumsy, Maddy. And when ye are in me arms, ye’ll glide around the room like a swan.”
Her heart leapt. “Oh, James, it sounds so wonderful, but...”
“We’ll dance all night. I’ll not be giving ye up to anyone else.”
“People will talk.”
“Let them talk. I want to marry ye.”
Madeline gaped at him stunned. Surely he was teasing. “But I’ve known you less than two weeks.”
“Marry me, Maddy, and we’ll dance every night for the rest o’ our lives.” James offered her a lifetime with his smile, and because she ached so desperately to believe he loved her, she said yes.
Thank you for visiting, Kathy. Best wishes with sales of Another Waltz.