Sunday, May 17, 2015
Author Spotlight - Tainted Dreams by Christi Corbett
I always love to help launch a new book and today I'm thrilled to welcome Christi Corbett as she celebrates the release of her new historical western romance, TAINTED DREAMS, a sequel to her award-winning novel, Along the Way Home.
They survived the Oregon Trail, but claiming a legacy would be their biggest challenge yet.
Blurb:
"Hey
there!" Jake said. Raising his left leg, he ignored the resulting twinge
of pain and shoved the stranger aside with his boot heel. "Watch it!"
They survived the Oregon Trail, but claiming a legacy would be their biggest challenge yet.
Blurb:
Sometimes, the end
justifies the means…
Kate Davis arrived
into Oregon City transformed from a pampered daughter of fortune into a
determined woman with a plan--fulfill her father's dream of starting a horse
ranch in Oregon Territory. She quickly discovers
a harsh truth--even thousands of miles from home, on an unsettled land America
doesn't yet own or govern, gender still takes precedence over ability. Refusing
to be ruled once again by the stifling laws and societal norms she'd escaped by
leaving Virginia, Kate begins creatively claiming what is rightfully hers. Until a visit to the
land office changes everything.
Jake Fitzpatrick
guided Kate across the Oregon Trail, and fell in love with her along the way.
Now he wants to marry her and build a life together, but a ruthless man from
Jake's past threatens to reveal a dark secret, and destroy everything he's
worked so hard to achieve.
Excerpt: (Jake,
Kate, and two people they rescued on the Oregon Trail, William and Margaret, have
entered Oregon City. They are looking for the hotel.)
At the end of the
block a man burst from the saloon and stumbled into the street, stopping mere
inches from Jake's horse, Plug. Instead of backing away, the man lurched
forward and reached for Jake's saddle horn.
RONE Award Winner |
The man drew back and
stared at him, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused. He raised an unsteady finger,
slurred an unintelligible response, and then fell face-first into a patch of
mud.
"Drunken
fool," Jake muttered, then faced the others. "Let's keep
moving."
High-pitched
squealing foiled his plan.
On the upper deck of
the saloon a horde of harlots stood clustered together, giggling and shrieking
as they pointed toward him. Clenching his jaw, he focused on the street ahead,
all the while hoping Kate didn't notice one woman in particular who'd separated
herself from the others and was now hanging over the railing, calling him by
name.
Jake pressed his boot
heels into Plug's side, urging him to a steady trot. Thankfully the others
followed and they quickly left the saloon behind.
Minutes later, Kate
motioned to the end of the street. "William, we're running out of road and
I still don't see a hotel."
William pulled a
rumpled paper from his pocket. He studied it briefly and then eyed the
surrounding buildings. "My uncle sent me a rough sketch of where it's
located, but there are so many new buildings, it's useless. Jake, do you know
where it's at?"
Jake shook his head.
"There wasn't a hotel the last time I was here."
"Perhaps one of
those men sitting in front of the apothecary would know?" Margaret
suggested.
"We'll find it
ourselves," Jake replied. He led the group around the corner and onto the
next street.
Buildings, so new
their fresh pine scent still hung in the air, lined one side of the street
while the other side held only two—an enormous livery and a two-story building
with the word Hotel prominently displayed on a white sign with black lettering.
A matching sign beside a light-rimmed window read Rooms Available by the Day
or Week.
They dismounted,
secured their horses to the empty hitching posts in front of the hotel, and
headed for the door. William reached for the glass knob, then turned to the
others with a worried frown.
"I haven't seen
my uncle in over seven years, so I don't know what to expect. Though from what
I've observed so far, living out west doesn't seem to improve manners."
He
stepped inside and ushered Margaret and Kate through the doorway. Jake followed
them, then stopped cold.
Behind the hotel's
front desk sat Theodore Martin—the one man Jake never wanted to see again as
long as he lived.
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About the Author:
Christi Corbett,
winner of the 2013 RONE Award for Best American Historical novel, lives in a
small town in Oregon with her husband and their twin children. The home's
location holds a special place in her writing life; it stands just six hundred
feet from the original Applegate Trail and the view from her back door is a
hill travelers looked upon years ago as they explored the Oregon Territory and
beyond.
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Thanks for featuring me here today, Kristin!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Christi! Good luck with the new book. Looks great.
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