What a Girl Needs
Thank you for having me on your lovely blog today, Sarah. It’s a pleasure to be here and to be sharing a bit about my debut romantic suspense, Backlash, with everyone. I thought we might talk a little bit about heroines. We all love to read and write about fabulous female characters. Lily Wheeler, my heroine, is smart, passionate, and determined. At least, I hope she comes across that way. But she’s also human, she makes mistakes. Pride and stubbornness tend to trip her up more often than not.
But Lily does believe in the power of three things: girlfriends who always have your back, a good quality Chardonnay, and the necessity of a fabulous purse or bag.
We all know a close knit circle of girlfriends is good for our health. Women need other women to connect with and share with. These relationships make us happy and keep us sane. Try laughing, crying, and color coordinating your wardrobe with a guy. Even if he’s the love of your life, he’s not going to want to know. Or realize he should care. Or he might care, but not know what the heck to do about it. And who else are you going to complain to about the juicer you got for your anniversary. Or that nightmare blind date you agreed to then wished you hadn’t. The price of face cream.
Then there’s wine. That’s pretty self-explanatory. Or maybe your choice of drink is tea. Or maybe it’s anything as long as you get to drink it uninterrupted.
Our purses. Purses are sacred things, aren’t they? Men are scared of them. Children aren’t allowed to touch them or dig around in them. Girlfriends and total strangers admire them. Also different occasions require different bags, as do seasons. Men don’t understand this either. Lily’s purse is her security blanket. A purse, or handbag, pocketbook, satchel depending on what part of the world you live in, is her must have accessory. Not quite bigger than a breadbox, it’s a repository for all things needed to survive a surprise apocalypse, complete with escaped tic tacs clinging to the inside lining.
But mostly importantly the best heroines act in a way that is true to who they are. Whether they want to take over the world or simply survive the next twenty-four hours. It’s that deeply personal part of them that is revealed throughout the story that makes us love and relate to them.
What’s favorite thing to do with girlfriends? Or share you drink of choice. Maybe you want to tell us what the strangest item is you keep in your purse or bag?
What he’s sworn to protect, she’s willing to sacrifice to save those she loves...
When dedicated teacher Lily Wheeler interrupts a vicious gang attack on one of her students, she vows it won’t happen again. But her rash interference puts her in the path of a cold-blooded killer and the constable tracking him—a man she has little reason to trust, but can never forget.
Constable Chase Porter returned to Aspen Lake to see justice done, not renew old acquaintances. But when he rescues the woman he once loved from a volatile situation, he realizes his feelings for Lily haven’t lessened over the years.
Now, the dangerous killer Chase has sworn to capture has Lily in his sights. Can Chase and Lilly learn to trust each other again before it’s too late—or will old insecurities jeopardize their future?
Kate crossed her arms and frowned. “What have you done?”
“Nothing. I needed to make it clear I couldn’t care less that he’s waltzed back into town. But things kind of went downhill once he opened the door all dripping wet and gorgeous. And time stopped and I felt sixteen years old again. But then he opened his mouth and started issuing orders. Believe me, I understand the severity of the situation. But when he touched me? I don’t know … there was something.” She flopped back against the booth and sighed.
Kate sat unblinking. “The man’s been back in town for twenty-four hours. Why do you need theories? The severity of what situation?”
“Oh believe me, I’ll get to that horrible part in a second.”
Kate didn’t move. “And there was touching?”
“Well, not really touching. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. That was all. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. It was nothing.” Lily lifted her shoulders in what she hoped passed for a nonchalant shrug and picked up her coffee cup up again. And set it down. “Okay, I threatened to shove an umbrella up his butt and I left. No big deal.”
Kate nodded in perfect understanding. “No big deal. Because you’re always threatening people with umbrellas.”
“He started it by calling me a Mary Poppins do-gooder.” She rubbed her forehead and let out a deep sigh. “I’m as pathetic today as I was back then.”
“Lily, you were a teenager.” Kate reached over to pat her hand. “Of course you were pathetic.”