Today my guest is Sandra Sookoo, welcome Sandra.
Thank you for having me on your
blog today!
I’ve always loved writing
historical romance. It’s something I
enjoy, and I love doing the research, immersing myself into that lifestyle,
time period, the clothes, what’s going on in world events, etc.
Recently, I’ve become fascinated
and have fallen in love with the Civil War time period. And no, I didn’t set A WOLFISH SCANDAL in the
south or near any of the famous battlefields one would expect from a Civil
War-era story. I’m a bit of a wild card
when it comes to writing. I like obscure
settings and off-the-beaten path sort of things, so I went for the setting of
my home state Indiana. In fact, I
selected a smallish city to the north of where I live: Noblesville.
Even better, when I started doing
the research for this time period, I discovered Indiana had their one and only
spotlight of the war in exactly the month I’d chosen to write in. However, Indiana’s story happened in the
southern part of the state, but with a little creative license and maneuvering
logistics, I used that event in history as a spring board for the external
conflict in my book.
Yes, I’m a research nerd. Not only did I need to find out facts
regarding Indiana and the Civil War, I also needed a medical ailment of the
heart that would be popular at that time, something kinda sorta serious but
livable. Medical treatment wasn’t as
advanced back then, so there were a variety of things I could choose from for
my heroine.
I hope you’ll snag your own copy
of A WOLFISH SCANDAL. You can find it
here:
ARe--http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-awolfishscandal-719824-139.html
Here’s the blurb:
He
has nothing to live for. She has nothing
to lose. Together, they have everything
to gain.
Lyndal Carson's life is at a
premium. Afflicted with a heart ailment
wherein she can drop dead at any time, she makes a pact with herself to create
one scandal and to really live before she dies.
Tired of being a handmaiden to her family, she writes the letter that
will change her destiny.
Grey Rutledge, a werewolf who is
hounded by a reporter and haunted by memories, endeavors to provide a diversion
large enough that the paper will forget its interest. He invites twelve women to his estate on the
premise of choosing one of them for his mate.
After the loss of his family, the only thing he wants is heirs and a
woman by his side.
As the days go on, both Lyndal
and Grey find that elusive piece missing from their lives. When their respective secrets are revealed,
they both run the risk of losing everything.
Danger catches them unaware during an innocent afternoon but it's what
is decided as life hangs in the balance that will change their lives forever.
And a short excerpt of the
newspaper advertisement that started the scandal:
With a tiny sigh, Lyndal
proceeded on her journey. She clutched the strings of her reticule in one hand.
Feeling a tad parched from the hot May sun and dust, she ducked into a café on
the corner of Washington Street. After being led to a table near one of the
windows and placing her order for a pot of Earl Grey and a plate of tea cakes,
she arranged her full skirts over her crinoline and gazed again at the street
traffic.
Somehow, she needed to affect a
change in her life. If I want to matter to someone, if I want to make a
difference—leave a memory behind—I need to stop waiting around for excitement
and find it myself.
Perhaps it was interference from
Providence; perhaps fate had one more trick up her sleeve, or perhaps it was
merely a careless gust of wind when the front door opened, but a page from the
Indianapolis Journal on an empty table nearby fluttered and took flight. It
came to rest against her skirts. Lyndal bent slightly and plucked the errant
paper from the floor then gaped as a headline from a personal advertisement
caught her eye.
Wealthy
land owner in Noblesville, Indiana hosting a house party—including Independence
Day festivities—for the express purpose of finding a mate. Marriage could be an
eventuality but the certainty of that outcome is not a definite. Companionship
is the more immediate necessity. Experience in sensual bedroom arts is
preferred but not required.
Inquires
collected through the 30th of the month. Please indicate physical
characteristics, flaws and any special talents. Also include a brief history
and a short essay of why you would like to be considered.
Responses
should be addressed to Mr. Franklin Garrett care of Rutledge Estates, Route 5.
If you are chosen as one of the twelve candidates, further instructions will be
sent no later than June 15th. As a footnote, ladies' maids or attendants will
not be needed and are definitely not desired. Rutledge Estates boasts more than
enough staff.
Shock ricocheted through her
insides at the audacity of a man blatantly asking self-respecting women to
reply to such an inquiry. Just think of the scandal! What kind of gentleman
would proposition one woman let alone ask for a dozen to reside in his house
without a proper chaperone? She crumpled the paper in her fists. A man who was
not a gentleman. A man who cared not for conventions or rules. A man who wished
to live life on his own terms. Her skin prickled. He must be quite powerful to
thwart the proprieties and make it a public spectacle—or very daring.
"Is there a problem,
miss?" A young woman in a black dress and white frilled apron asked as she
set out the items for tea.
"Oh, no, but thank you. This
looks lovely." Only when the woman moved on to attend to other diners did
Lyndal smooth the paper out on her lap once more.
Experience
in the bedroom arts?
Surely the person who wrote this missive didn't mean to take the women he selected
into his bed. Her cheeks heated at the thought. She swallowed around the lump
in her throat. Was it a lark, a practical joke played on the newspaper office
to take readers' minds off the war, a political stunt, a personal statement?
What arrogance was at play to even pen such a request, what bold confidence
that anyone would respond. Searching through the society section, her gaze
landed on a grainy black-and-white photograph of the man in question.
Too blurry to do him justice, the
one feature that seemed to jump off the page was his eyes. Intense, dark and
focused, as if he watched her from the paper, they demanded her attention and
subsequent submission. Her heart beat a little faster. Dark hair, heavy brows
and a strong jaw that spoke of determination and an unwavering will. Yet her
focus returned to his eyes. In her imagination, she could easily invent a tale
of wounded vulnerability or maybe basic human need. Would his lips be firm or
supple against hers? Was he a man of gentle caresses or did he demand women
yield fully to him in the bedroom?
A blush heated her whole body and
again, her heart raced with excitement or fear. Nonsense, Lyndal. You would never succumb to such temptation for the
express reason you will not respond to this advertisement. Yet she couldn't
look away from his eyes. As a whole, the picture portrayed a man of power, a
man of magnetism. What would he be like? Was he as terrible as she thought
based solely on his advertisement? Would she want to be judged on so little?
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Giveaway for this post: I’ve got swag (postcards, bookmarks, etc)
plus a replica of Civil War-era money.
Please remember to leave your contact information. Random drawing winner will be announced
February 21st.
Thanks so much for dropping by!
