Monday, August 07, 2017

Lucas Bloodfeather of The Summer Cabin by Lynn Crain @oddlynn3 #EroticRomance, #EthnicRomance, #NavajoPueblo

RW:       What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about you?

LB:        Hmm…my back story… Well, I grew up on an Indian reservation because I’m a quarter Navajo, and three quarters Pueblo and Spanish. That’s where I get the blue eyes. And I suppose she wrote about me because I was still waiting for Madison.

RW:       Can you tell us about your heroine?

LB:        We grew up together. I felt sorry for her because she was the only white girl in our class. Her uncle was Native and the only person left after her parents and aunt died. I must have fallen for her then because I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want her around. She’s pig-headed and ran away because she was afraid of us.

RW:       What problems do you have to face and overcome in your life?

LB:        We’re from two cultures. Up until she was seven, she lived somewhere in the East. Her family moved to New Mexico because her aunt live on the reservation as she was married to Jonas Blackhorse. She was recently acquitted of any wrong doing in his death. Now, she’s FBI and I’m just a Tribal Police Chief doing the best I can for my people.

RW:       Do you expect your heroine to help or is she the problem?

LB:        Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, Madison came back because she loves it here. And yes, I do think she wants to help with all the injustice she sees on the reservation.

RW:       Where do you live?

LB:        Santa Agua Pueblo, New Mexico.

RW:       During what time-period does your story take place?

A.                        (Lucas gives a lopsided smile.) Right now.

RW:       How are you coping with the conflict in your life?

LB:        As an Indian, we’re taught young to cope with the things we can and can’t have. Being part Pueblo Indian, we were more integrated into society than most. Over all, I’d say I cope pretty well.

RW:       Bubble baths or steamy showers? Ocean or mountains? Puppies or kittens? Chocolate or caramel?

LB:        With or without Madison? We live in the mountains, so I’ll go with that. Most likely puppies—I’ve never had a cat—and I’m a chocolate fan.

RW:       If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

LB:        Right where I’m at.

RW:       What is your secret guilty pleasure?

LB:        Hmmm…again…with or without Madison?

RW:       If I could (fill in the blank) I’d (fill in the blank).

LB:        If I could change the reservation system, I’d bring prosperity to all tribes.

RW:   Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.

LB:     You’re very welcome. Anything to get our story out there and to help Lynn

Lynn Crain


Award-winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life. From nursing to geology, her life experiences have added to her detail-rich stories. She loves writing full-time, weaving contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in the desert southwest of New Mexico, and she recently returned from her latest adventure of living in Vienna, Austria while her husband worked his dream job. She loves hearing from her readers at

The Summer Cabin

The Plot:

Madison Bergman goes to the only home she’s known to recover from the death of her beloved uncle, Jonas Blackhorse. It is her hope that she be allowed to keep their summer cabin but since she doesn’t have a drop of Native American blood it’s doubtful. She just never thought she’d see the love of her life once again.

Lucas Bloodfeather has waited fifteen long years for Maddie to return to him. The tragic death of her uncle, and his mentor, sends her home but after a long investigation that exonerated her beyond any doubt. He has little time to prove to her they belong with each other.

Together they must forge the bond they had in youth and discover, home truly is where the heart resides.


She pulled back, flushing with indignation as she gave him an icy stare. “I don’t think—”

“That’s just it…do not think…feel.”

His tongue moved to her earlobe, as his mouth blew first, then his teeth nibbled a little before moving toward her mouth. The kiss felt like coming home, where suddenly the world righted itself and her body parts acclimated to familiar territory. Letting out a groan, she moved to straddle him.

“You’re vulgar…” she stated as she regarded him. He too had been part of the native world her uncle lived in…how could she have just walked away?

Hot and raw, carnal energy passed between them. She had known better than to get within two feet of him, as they had never been able to keep their hands off each other. Why did she think she could resist now after fifteen years? She placed her hands on his chest and breathed deeply.

“I told you to quit thinking.” His calm voice reassured her in ways nothing else could.

He pulled her to him as his mouth took possession of hers, lips brushing back and forth over her own. His mouth opened, asking for permission to take more and she readily gave it to him. Madison was eager for the taste of him, the feel of his tongue stroking hers, craving his body’s strength. She didn’t have to wait long as his tongue dipped inside and seduced her with hot, profound glides.

Wanting more, her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, never moving away from the kiss. His smooth chest was warm, palpable against her hands, something real that she could hold onto. He was no longer the young man she remembered, but now someone who knew exactly what he wanted and what he was doing.

He pulled away from her, tracing the curve of her lips before dipping back in to steal another kiss. Finally, he tipped her head back and cradled it in his large palm, gazing into her eyes as if looking for something.

She breathed in deeply, aware of him in every pore of her body—his closeness, the outdoorsy scent that was special only to him, the heat of their skin-to-skin contact. This coming together would be like no other.

“I just have one question.” His breath was ragged as she felt the bulge in his pants just below her crotch.

“And…” she whispered, breathless.

“We could make love here…” He stopped before continuing, as if gauging her response. “We can make love in a bed…or there’s even my squad car out front.”

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