Welcome to Cynthia Woolf! She has a lot of interesting things to say and she is also GIVING AWAY an e-copy of one of her books, CAPITAL BRIDE! Just leave a comment to enter the giveaway.
I write in two romance genres – historical western and sci-fi romance. I’m always asked how I can write such different genres and my response is, “How different are they really?”
Westerns are usually about brave people on a new frontier. They face challenges from the native population and from other settlers. There are good guys and bad guys. You get the idea.
Now what is a scifi romance? Well, it’s about brave people on a new frontier, who face challenges from the native peoples and the wildlife and from other settlers. There are good guys and bad guys…you see where I’m headed here?
I don’t really write two genres, I write one genre in two locations.
Does it make my head swim?
Only when I’m writing one of each at the same time. I’ve only attempted that on one occasion…when I was doing NaNoWriMo. For those non-writers among us that stands for National Novel Writing Month and is where you write a complete novel in one month. It’s not a good novel, but it is the start of something that can be great.
Why do I feel the need to write in these two genres?
I started out by writing my first book, Tame A Wild Heart, a western romance. When I finished with that book, I looked around for another idea and decided I wanted to write the story of one of my dreams. When I was a teenager, fifteen to be exact, I dreamt that I was a princess from Alpha Centauri and that my real family would be coming to take me home. I can only surmise that I was going through a rough patch with my mother and my subconscious was coming up with a scenario in which I could release my feelings. Nonetheless, the dream stuck with me through all the years and out of it was born Centauri Dawn.
What do you have planned for the future?
My writing schedule includes three western novels coming up and no sci-fi in the foreseeable future. Why you may ask am I only writing the westerns? Very simply because that is the genre that sells. As much as this business is about writing the story, it is still a business and I want to make money, so I’m writing to the market in that sense.
Thank you Michele for having me today. I’m doing a giveaway today for one of my lucky readers. I’m giving them an ecopy of my book Capital Bride. It is the first in my Matchmaker & Co series. It was followed by Heiress Bride and then by my current release, Fiery Bride. Be sure and leave your email address in the comment to be entered into the drawing.
Here are the Amazon links for the books:
Capital Bride: Amazon
Heiress Bride: Amazon
Fiery Bride: Amazon
BLURB OF FIERY BRIDE
After a disastrous marriage, Matchmaker Maggie vowed never to marry again. She will never give another man the power of life and death over her body and soul. Unfortunately, that doesn’t keep her lonely heart from fantasizing about her newest client, Caleb Black. She made the mistake of starting a flirtatious correspondence with the clever devil, believing they would never meet. But when his new bride abandons her mid-way to Colorado to elope with another man, Maggie is forced to face the devastatingly handsome Caleb and explain. Now she’ll have to stay long enough to make things right and find him a new wife. But Maggie better hang on to her vow with both hands, because Caleb has other plans for the fiery matchmaker…and a very seductive kiss.
“What do you mean, you quit? Mr. Sinclair, you just can’t quit.” Margaret “Maggie” Selby put her pen down on the desk. She would not raise her voice. She would not lose control.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Selby, but I got no choice. There’s an opening at the sanitarium in Albany and my Mary, she needs to go right now. The doctors there might be able to help her. We leave on the morning train.”
Maggie took a deep breath and nodded. She understood. She really did, but it didn’t change the fact that she was now in a difficult situation. “Of course, you must go. I know how poor Mary’s health is and any help that can be obtained for her, must be.”
“I wish I could give you some notice, but we just received the letter in yesterday’s post.”
“It’s fine, Mr. Sinclair. I’ll manage.”
He handed her an envelope. “Here are the train tickets.”
“Yes, well, I’ve wanted to see the frontier I’ve been sending my these girls to. I’m simply going to see it sooner than I anticipated.”
“I’m truly sorry, Mrs. Selby.”
Maggie got up, came around the desk and held her hand out to him. “You just take care of Mary. That’s your job now.”
He shook her hand, nodded. Mr. Sinclair put on his hat and wiped his brow with his kerchief before venturing back out into the already hot and sunny morning.
She went to her desk, grabbed Caleb Black’s file, put the closed sign on the door and then went upstairs to her apartment to pack. Her bride, Jenny Talbot would be by in an hour or so to pick up her tickets. Maggie would tell her then that she’d be accompanying her, not Mr. Sinclair. It was just as well. Jenny was nervous as a kitten and Maggie worried about the union, but both Mr. Black and Jenny had been adamant that it take place. If truth be told, Maggie herself was a better match for Mr. Black than Jenny. But she was here to find matches for others, not for herself.
Jenny’s reasoning she understood. Jenny was the oldest of the seven Talbot children. At twenty-two years old, felt she was a burden on her parents even though she worked and helped out with the bills. She hated her job and wanted to get married. Her chances were growing slim. Most men of marriageable age were either already married, old or widowers with hellions for children.
Jenny was a tall, slim girl with pale blue eyes and dark blond hair. Her lips were full, her nose long and straight. Just a plain young woman from a struggling family who wanted a better life. One that the wild frontier might be able to offer.
Mr. Black’s reasoning was less clear. He was successful and wanted children. Maggie had presented him with several other possible candidates, some more attractive, some younger, some older, all of whom he’d rejected. The reasons he gave were weak. Brown hair. Too short. Too fat. Too thin. Too young. Too old. There seemed to be a reason for rejecting every one she sent him.
Finally, he’d settled on Jenny with the proviso that Maggie herself accompanied the girl. She’d agreed, but stated only that Jenny would be accompanied. With her full intention having been to send Mr. Sinclair in her place. Maggie’s time was much more well spent here in New York. Finding clients, assigning candidates that is where her mind, body and commitment lay. Yes, running her business is where she belonged more than on a trip to the wild West. She didn’t feel bad about her decision. Really she didn’t, she told herself over and over. But she was lying. If she were honest, deep down she was afraid to meet Mr. Black. Afraid her image of him would be wrong, but even more afraid it would be right and he really was the man he depicted in his letters.
She shouldn’t have allowed it, the private correspondence, but it had been innocent enough. In the beginning. A simple flirtation with someone she’d never meet. But now, the thought of actually meeting him terrified and thrilled her at the same time. Now she had to go. Maggie released a rather breathless sigh. She blinked repeatedly against the harsh sunlight. So Mr. Black was getting what he’d asked for after all. Much to her dismay.