As sheriff of Silver Creek County, Matthew Marson’s job is to look after his town. But when he fails to protect the most important person in his life, Claire, from an attack, Matt feels as though he will never be able to forgive himself.
Her husband-to-be’s newly found overprotectiveness drives the headstrong Claire from his arms. She can’t see a future with a man who won’t allow her to follow her dreams.
In a small town where everybody knows your name and your business, it’s impossible for the pair to stay apart, especially as Claire finds that she can’t completely turn her back on the lawman that she loves.
I've known Lori since I signed up with HarperImpulse last year, but I must admit I don't know an awful lot about her (authors tend to talk more about their characters than themselves!). So, this is my chance to find out more.
Okay, here we go with some quick fire questions…
1. Have you ever been out with a cowboy, like your hero, Matt?! No, I’ve never been out with a cowboy. So, what made you pick that as his career? My grandma had tons of Zane Grey books that I read when visiting her. Cowboys seemed larger than life in his stories and so now seem to me one of the best heroes.
2. Can you tell us a bit more about Oregon and why you use it as the setting for your books? I’m a lifetime Oregonian, born and raised. I love living here and honestly wouldn’t want to leave. My state has it all: ocean beaches, mountains, rivers, lakes, and even desert areas. For hiking, fishing, camping and rock hounding my home has countless places to enjoy. I grew up in a town that was ‘at the end of the Oregon Trail’, have often visited the Pioneer Womans Grave and stood in the ruts that still exist for the wagon trains that came west. With such a rich environment of history, I felt my Men of Fir Mountain stories had to set in Oregon.
3. If you had a choice where would you choose to live, and why? If I could I would live on some acreage miles from the nearest town. I would have my very own Hobbit Hole House to live in, have a huge aquaponic garden system and a miniature highland cow. As to why? I don’t have a definite answer beyond those are the things that occupy my dreams. Someday I hope a dream or two becomes reality.
4. What comes first when you write a story? Usually a snapshot of a scene pops into my mind after I see or read something that sparks my imagination, an article, a photo, people in a waiting room, etc. and then I build around it.
5. Can you name five characteristics we’re likely to find in your heroes and/or heroines? Stubbornness, intelligent, caring, willingness to sacrifice, faithful
6. Do you ever wish you’d been born in the nineteenth century, or do you love the present day? I think it would be fun to visit the past but I like indoor plumbing, dishwashers, my laptop, internet and my cell phone too much to give them up. Technology makes the distance between my eldest, my grandbaby and I bearable.
7. What’s your idea of a perfect day? A perfect day for me would be early summer weather, warm enough to play in the water but not so hot you can’t walk around in the sunshine, sleeping in, everyone in a peaceful mood, a lazy day just absorbing nature with my family.
9. If you weren’t a writer, what would be your next choice of career? I would work for a non profit organization, helping others.
And before you run off, can you share a little excerpt?
Excerpt – Fall 1891 Fir Mountain, Oregon
Energy crackled in the air. Wind howled, and thunder roared, loud and intense. Clouds obscured the sky, darkening the midday hour, as rain streamed from the heavens.
“You shouldn't be here.”
Claire McConkey smiled in response to his gruff, inhospitable greeting and moved closer. “Why?”
Lightening streaked across the dull greyness above, illuminating her finely boned, heart shaped face. Dark brown hair blackened by water clung in tangles. The sight tugged at his deep need to protect her, but he fought it off with cold, hard reason. Another man might think the petite woman who stood only chest high before him, slender to the point that a stiff wind might blow her away, needed coddled. Her delicate appearance misled many. Sheriff Matthew Marston knew better.
Matt stepped out on the covered porch of his family’s log cabin. She didn’t yield ground. Their bodies brushed, and awareness flared. He closed the door behind him to keep her out of his refuge, sidestepping to put some space between them.
“Go home,” he ordered bluntly, his tone firm.
As always, eyes the same rich color as her hair mesmerized him. Claire never veiled emotion. When laughter sparkled in the depths of her eyes, her delight was infectious. If angered, one look would scorch whoever had earned her ill humor. He’d never had to guess what she was feeling, until now. His weight shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. Her gaze shone with an intensity that unsettled him.
“But I’m soaked, chilled through. Won’t you ask me in?”
“No,” He was certain she was up to something, playing with him. Her soft request only hardened his resolve.
An eyebrow arched at his swift denial. “You’d let me catch my death walking in the storm?”
His eyes narrowed. Matt studied Claire for a long moment, jaw clenched, suspicion high. Mere weeks had passed since the woman who’d held his heart from the time she’d worn ponytails and he chased frogs had rejected him. She’d inflicted a wound that festered, refusing to heal. The memory haunted his quiet moments. He couldn’t understand how she could kiss him with soul searing passion one minute and then with her next breath calmly tell him that their wedding was off.
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Lori is also the co-author of
Loving Winter Nights, Love Romance (free ebook)
A Witch by Chance (free pdf book, downloadable from my website or blog)
Thanks for stopping by Lori!
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About Lori - I was born and still live in Oregon. Despite being a good student, my teachers complained about my tendency to daydream. The tales dancing through my imagination were frequently far more entertaining than real life. As far back as I can remember I made up stories, to calm my sister after a nightmare, entertain myself in boring classes and write in countless notebooks, many never again to see the light of day. I earned a BS from Eastern Oregon State College and married my best friend almost twenty years ago. I’ve three brilliant, handsome sons, one amazing daughter-in-law, a beautiful granddaughter and two spoiled dogs. When not writing I love to read, hike, camp, rock hound, and take long walks with my husband just after it rains.