My
grandparents spent their entire lives on a farm in Iowa that had been in our
family for over a century. Every Christmas and summer, I would stay there for a
few days or weeks, raking in idyllic childhood memories from the simple,
old-fashioned, hardworking farm life.
My book centers on a dairy farm. My grandparents were never
dairy farmers. However, the farmer who lived across the gravel road was. I
remember walking into his barn and watching him hook up the milking machines as
each cow took a turn, the contrast between the modern equipment and the old
rundown barn striking even through my eleven-year-old eyes. I remember my
grandparents talking about how tied to the operation a dairy farmer was with
the constant twice a day, 365 days a year milking the cows required. I never
considered using any of this in a story, but years later the details I needed
were there in my memories, perfect for setting the scene and creating character
motivations.
One Night with the Best Man is set on an Iowa farm the hero grew up on and can’t wait
to leave in the dust. He must confront his memories of the farm, both the good
and the bad. And then he must do something else—see the farm, not just for the
memories of what it was but what it has become through the heroine’s vision for
its future.
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Excerpt:
Susie
clasped his palm. “Nice job on conquering your demons. Even better, we have
time for a tour of the barn before you have to report to the tent for the
rehearsal.”
“I
already told you I’m not stepping foot in there. If we have time to kill, this
bed is now conveniently bare and available.”
She
didn’t take the bait. “You can stand in the barn doorway if you’re too
chickenshit to go inside.”
Alex
tugged her hand, pulling her flush with his chest. He could seriously get into
her body rubbing against his. “You don’t call a Marine chickenshit.”
She
smirked. “Prove it, and I’ll take it back.”
Hell
if he didn’t swallow her bait whole. “You play dirty. I like that in a woman.”
“I’ve
seen the kind of women you like. If you’re attracted to me, I won’t take it as
a compliment.”
Alex
laughed. If she wasn’t tied to the one piece of property he refused to have
anything to do with, she would be damn near perfect. In addition to being witty
and intelligent, she had a compassionate side that threatened to drown him in
sweetness. Maybe if he concentrated on the sweetness of her ass again, he’d
forget about their destination as she dragged him across the back lot.
The
sexy professor had turned everything he’d thought he’d known about farm work on
its head. What other surprises would she reveal if he took the time to uncover
them?
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I have never read one of the One Night Stand books. YET!!
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