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A brutal killing shackles Cayo
Bradley more than his captivity by Apaches until his redemption by falling
hauntingly in love with Darby McPhee.
Darby falls in love with feral, cowboy Cayo Bradley, who tries to settle back into white society after his captivity by Jicarrila Apache in northeastern New Mexico.
She is Cayo’s redemption from horrific acts that torment him, while she is torn between her love for him and a deathbed promise to her mother to become educated.
A stunning tale of love and loss set between New Mexico and Missouri in the late 1870s
Here's an excerpt:
Darby falls in love with feral, cowboy Cayo Bradley, who tries to settle back into white society after his captivity by Jicarrila Apache in northeastern New Mexico.
She is Cayo’s redemption from horrific acts that torment him, while she is torn between her love for him and a deathbed promise to her mother to become educated.
A stunning tale of love and loss set between New Mexico and Missouri in the late 1870s
Here's an excerpt:
He knew people saw him as part Apache. Others claimed he was left for dead by bandoleros, and because of his aloof and stealth disposition, and the fact that he was shy and nonconfrontational like the animal, people believed that’s how he came to be named Coyote. Somewhere along the way, Coyote’s nickname became Cayo. He didn’t care what people called him as long as they did, and for sure he knew his name didn’t matter because he’d never fit in anywhere. Once you’ve lived wild and free, it’s near impossible to return wholly capable of fitting into refined society. He knew others like himself, children who had been taken and lived with Kiowa or other tribes, and what he saw in them he knew was the same for him. They were the same outcast breed he was, not a trace of Indian blood, but Indian in the way they thought. He’d never completely forgotten his own language, English, so when he finally decided to go back to living the white folks’ way, he listened to speech, carefully repeated words, and held himself close, like a gambler in a poker game, keeping his cards to his chest. He shouldered these thoughts about himself and that other life he lived before as a yoke on an ox. It weighed on him, but he could do nothing to shirk it.
Nobody in town knew him by any other name. Whatever his component parts were, it was for certain he was known as a man quick with a Bowie knife, swifter with a whip. That was because nobody had ever seen him shoot a deadly arrow. He wore chaps every day but Saturday when he drove the buckboard. Cayo carried two Colt pistols in his holsters and never rode his horse without a Winchester 30/30 rifle strapped to his saddle. He was a man people respected, a man who kept his mouth shut and eyes peeled, even the eyes they said he had in the back of his head.
Meet Nina
Nobody in town knew him by any other name. Whatever his component parts were, it was for certain he was known as a man quick with a Bowie knife, swifter with a whip. That was because nobody had ever seen him shoot a deadly arrow. He wore chaps every day but Saturday when he drove the buckboard. Cayo carried two Colt pistols in his holsters and never rode his horse without a Winchester 30/30 rifle strapped to his saddle. He was a man people respected, a man who kept his mouth shut and eyes peeled, even the eyes they said he had in the back of his head.
Meet Nina
E.E.: What’s the first book you remember reading?
Nina" I read many little children’s books, but the two books that have
impacted my love of reading and story-telling are Little Women and One Thousand
and One Arabian Nights. The first book I remember reading three times in a
row was Gone With the Wind.
E.E.: What’s your favorite “love” word?
E.E.: What’s your favorite “love” word?
Nina: In The Girl Who Loved
Cayo Bradley, each of my main characters, Darby and Cayo, use the word:
“cherish.” I feel that this word
choice resonates completely because it means a person wants to care and protect
someone lovingly. These characters each desire specifics that love encompasses.
Cherish also implies to adore, to hold dear, to be devoted to, to revere, to
esteem and to admire. These characteristics are innate in the love that Darby
and Cayo share for each other—it seemed to me to be the perfect love word to
use, and it is still hauntingly with me.
One of the most touching experiences that I’ve taken away
from writing this novel is watching the unfolding of the romance between Darby
and Cayo, and seeing how these two incredibly distinct people fall in love.
E.E.: What’s your favorite kind of story to get lost in?
E.E.: What’s your favorite kind of story to get lost in?
Nina: My strongest genre both to write in and to read is
historical romance. I love history,
geography and research, learning about different cultures, religions, mores,
customs, superstitions, and there’s nothing as forceful as a strong love story
to pull one through the pages of a book and times past. I enjoy reading war
remembrances, mysteries, thrillers, suspense, and other kinds of fiction as
well. My least favorites are chic lit, horror, vampire, fantasy, however I do
sometimes read them, but if I find I get bogged down with the story or
something else, then I tend to listen to them on audio. I have so many
wonderful author friends on Facebook and Twitter who adore this kind of
writing—horror or vampire stories just don’t do it for me. I look for worldwide elements even in these
less favorite fictions.
For me, no one will ever come close to the magnificent story
put forth by Bram Stoker in Dracula,
which was not only the epitome of great story-telling, beautifully and
timelessly framed, but also completely original—back then!
E.E.: Can you tell us about a real-life hero you’ve met?
E.E.: Can you tell us about a real-life hero you’ve met?
Nina: Absolutely. My
brother Bud. He is now looking over me from
up in the realms of Elysium, saying, Well, you finally did it, little sister,
you wrote the novel you were destined to write—a Western. My brother and I grew up with a father who
adored reading Westerns, and seeing cowboy and Indian movies—we caught the
obsession.
My brother was the epitome of generosity and kindness
wrapped up in a human being, and other than my father, I’ve never met anyone
who can fill his shoes. Not only did he possess these beatific qualities and characteristics,
but he was also a sage, charismatic philosopher. Do I miss him? Every day, but I’m blessed to know his spirit
remains with me.
E.E.: If you couldn’t be a writer anymore, what profession would you take up?
E.E.: If you couldn’t be a writer anymore, what profession would you take up?
Nina: I’d be a chef—no doubt about it. I cook every day. I make American, Italian, French, Chinese,
Cuban and Spanish food, and many dishes from other cultures. I’ve been cooking
since I was eleven years-old. In fact, I wrote a poetry collection entitled, Cooking Lessons, in which there are
poems about food, recipes, wines, people, cultures, landscapes.
Over the years since I began to cook, I’ve watched and
squirreled away numerous recipes from great cooks: grandmother, mother, aunts,
mother-in-law, friends, etc.
One of the great things I treasure about cooking is that
it’s so utterly natural and second nature to me, that I do it automatically
while my head can concentrate on “mind writing” while I do it!
E.E.: What’s the first thing you do when you finish writing a book?
E.E.: What’s the first thing you do when you finish writing a book?
Nina: I write the last words and it’s over. My job as a writer is done. I, who have created and come to love or hate
these characters, who’ve peopled the world of this narrative, have to call it
quits.
I consider the story I’ve written, drifting and looking back over the
course of revealing the characters’ plights, seeing their difficulties and
joys, and know that I have been closely paired with them in the devising a
universal tale. Even though the narrative and the novel will live on in the hearts and
the minds of others in various incarnations, for the writer, it’s a
double-edged sword of tender happiness for the creation; yet sorrow at the
leave-taking and parting. I write the Italian: La fine,
which means: The end on the last page of a manuscript. Sometimes I cry. To
finish is like a little death to an author.
Thank you so much, Elizabeth, for this lovely opportunity to talk about my writing of my first Historical Western Romance! You are most gracious!
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Thank you so much, Elizabeth, for this lovely opportunity to talk about my writing of my first Historical Western Romance! You are most gracious!
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What are some of your favorite Western romances? What elements or characters make them so special?
