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
Bio
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 lynncrain@cox.net.
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.
Excerpt
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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