Friday, 2 November 2012


Today, I'm totally delighted to welcome again my fellow TWRP author, Vonnie Davis. She's got something wonderful to share with us's over to Vonnie! 


How fortunate I feel to guest on your blog today, Nancy. I’ve been looking forward to it. Visiting another romance author is always great fun.

I have always loved stories where two people are thrown together in the middle of unusual circumstances, with no way out. Say, in a blizzard or blackout or hiding from a common enemy. Or in a marriage of convenience. Oh, the possibilities.

Possibilities are what one of The Wild Rose Press’s series is about. This historical series is called Love Letters. Within the first three pages, someone must receive a letter that changes his or her life eventually ending in love and that happily-ever-after we crave as romance readers.

I’d read two stories from the Love Letters Series and was hooked. But what could I write about? What era? What location? What types of characters? One thing I knew for certain I wanted—that marriage of convenience I so enjoy reading about. 

One day a tumbleweed blew across my mental sky. When it rolled back, I noticed a piece of calico embedded in it. What was that? An evening or two later, I dreamed about a little boy, holding that piece of calico and throwing a tantrum. Slowly pieces of the story fell together. My locale was a ranch near Deadwood, in the Dakota Territory, in 1879.

Then concerns set in. I’d never written historical before. Could I set the mood? Take my readers back to the time I wanted to share with them? I burrowed into research, enjoying every gem and tidbit I unearthed, online and from books.


When rancher and single father Cam McBride finds a letter tucked in a strip of cloth tied to a tumbleweed, he is captivated by the mysterious author. Finding a second tumbleweed letter further pulls him under the lonely writer's spell. He needs a mother for his little boy and a wife to warm his bed. Could this mysterious woman fill his needs?

Sophie Flannigan is alone, scared, and on the run from a rogue Pinkerton agent. She spends her days as a scrub lady at Madame Dora's brothel and her nights writing notes to the four winds. Her life holds little hope until a small boy lays claim to her and his handsome father proposes an advantageous arrangement.

Can these three benefit from a marriage of convenience, or will a determined Pinkerton agent destroy their fragile, newly formed bond?


“So you came to town to find me?” How much sense did that make? She knew women were scarce. Mary Jamison, a mail order bride, was married within the hour after arriving in Deadwood. Her ecstatic groom certainly hadn’t minded her snaggle-tooth and crossed eyes. Widow Stoltz was married the day after her husband’s funeral and birthed a wee babe a week later.
Appearances and family heritage didn’t seem to matter in the wilderness. Hadn’t she fought off her share of suitors? Then why? Why had she hitched herself to this mountain of a man? She had no clue.
Cam turned the team of horses to the right and encouraged them to climb the hill. Leather creaked and fittings jingled in the evening quiet. The smell of pines grew stronger. An owl hooted and something rustled off to the left. She wasn’t used to large open spaces without the lighting of civilization; unease crept up her spine. It was so dark out here.
Finally, her husband answered, “Eli needed warmer clothes for winter, and we needed enough food to stock the pantry for winter.”
“So, you just added wife to your shopping list?” She’d married an odd man. Handsome, but odd. “How much further till we get ho…”—she couldn’t say it—“to your place?”
“You’re my wife now, Sophie Catherine. My home is your home. My son is your son.”
“Most people simply call me Sophie.”
“A husband should have a name for his wife that no one else uses, don’t you think?”
Foolish her, she’d always hoped a husband would call her a name of endearment, like darling or sweetheart. Simple-mined notions to be sure. What man would find her attractive? Hadn’t her Tommy called her plain?
Now was the time, she supposed. “You…ah…you never mentioned sleeping arrangements.”
His voice carried deep and quiet in the night. “I run a ranch, not a hotel. As my wife, you’ll be sleeping with me.”
Her heart pounded in her ears and her breath came in shallow bursts. “Will…will you expect…”
Merciful heavens. She twisted the ends of her shawl between her fingers. “Surely you’ll give me time to get to know you. I…I only met you today.”


I have another book releasing on the 9th, a romantic suspense set in Paris – Mona Lisa’s Room.

Thank you for sharing your news with us, Vonnie, it's a pleasure to have you visit. Best wishes with sales of all of your books. 



  1. Thanks for hosting me, Nancy. I'm eager to talk to your readers. What types of stories do you most enjoy? I'd love to hear...

    1. Hi Vonnie! It's nice to have you visit. :-)

  2. Hi Vonnie and Nancy!

    Wonderful post Vonnie...I love how you came about with your story idea. Sounds like a winner :)

    1. Thanks, Christine. Ideas come to us in various and wonderful ways. I'm always amazed at how the mind works.

  3. And what else could she expect a husband to expect? LOL Love the excerpt and that cover Vonnie! I'm positive you've hit the era perfectly. Good luck with Tumbleweed Love Letters!

    1. Thanks, Calisa. Your comments are always appreciated. Now, get back to NaNo. LOL

  4. Hi, all. Hope you have a good day!

    1. Yes, it's a glorious day. Calvin and I are out and about at our favorite writing haunts, drinking mass amounts of coffee, hoping creativity sweetens the brew.

  5. Great post Vonnie! I can't wait to get started on Tumbleweed Letters. It's waiting to be my reward for finishing the short story I'm working on now. Hopefully this weekend.

    1. Oh, a short story. Do tell...

      I hope you enjoy your reward. Writing short is a challenge for me, I'm afraid.

  6. Both of these look so good! Best of luck!

  7. Hi Lisa! Thanks for popping in! And my thanks to Vonnie for being the perfect guest. Best wishes with all your book sales.


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