My guest author today is someone I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for several years. We are both members of the Mid-Michigan Chapter of the Romance Writers of America (RWA). Lucy Naylor Kubash is one of the hardest working people I know, serving as president of our chapter as well as maintaining two blogs, writing articles for the local newspaper, and of course, her romance writing. When she announced the release of her latest romance I purchased and read it right away, and asked her to come and talk about the background for this story. It’s a sweet romance called Will o’ the Wisp, and I shared my review here a few weeks ago. Here she is!
First off, thank you Patty for inviting me to the Four Foxes, One Hound blog. I’m happy to be here today to talk about my new release Will o’ the Wisp, published by The Wild Rose Press on August 7.
In spite of a broken heart, Allison Delaney carved out a life for herself and her young daughter on her grandparents’ farm. Her child and the horses she rescues are all that matter. Then a sudden threat to their safety puts her back in touch with Shane McBride, the man she never thought to see again.
Returning to the small town of Silver Creek brings back a lot of memories for Shane, ones he treasures haunted by the ones that made him leave, but this time he is determined to stay and make things right.
Trusting Shane may be her only choice, but now Allison fears not only the threat against her farm but the risk of losing her heart again.
Will o’ the Wisp began as a short story I wrote many years ago. It didn’t sell to the magazine I was submitting to at the time, so it ended up in a file drawer, but I knew I would someday return to it. When I decided to expand the story into a full-length novel, I soon realized I needed to know more about my heroine Allison. I knew she loved horses and that boarding them and giving riding lessons was her job, but the story needed an extra something. I just couldn’t quite figure out what.
My own love of horses goes back to the wooden one my dad made for me for my first birthday, and that I rode around the house for many years. My pleas for a real horse always fell on deaf ears, but when my daughter was also born with that same horse-loving gene, I bought a horse and soon learned the expense and work that goes along with horse-ownership. I also learned how easily you can fall in love with a horse. So, I could relate to the dedication Allison has to not only her child but to her horses in the book.
While struggling to find the extra something the story needed, I started following a page on Facebook that told about a place called Rosemary Farm, a horse rescue in upstate New York. In reading their posts about the horses they welcomed to their farm, horses that no longer had a place to go, I started to realize I’d found the extra something the book needed. And so, Allison’s Farm was born, and I knew it was her life’s work to provide a forever home to the horses nobody else wants.
Here is an excerpt where Allison must work with her former love, Dr. Shane McBride, to care for one of the rescues:
She took Pride’s halter from its hook and slipped it over his head, led the buckskin out, and stood by him while Shane gave the injection. When they finished, Pride rubbed his head against her arm.
“Looking for sympathy, huh? Guess you’ve come to the right place.” She rubbed his velvety nose and slipped him a piece of carrot from her pocket. “You know a sucker when you see one don’t you?”
“He’s a nice-looking fella.” Shane came around to face the buckskin. He ran a big hand over the thick neck, pausing to comb out a tangle in the dark mane with his fingers. “Is he yours or a boarder?”
“Oh, he’s ours,” Lizzie piped in. “Mom bought him at auction last winter. She’s training him to be a lesson horse. When we got him, he was really skinny. Mom said someone had neglected him. But she’s got him in pretty good shape now.” She stood next to Shane and peered up. “You’re really tall, aren’t you?”
Allison flushed at her daughter’s boldness, but what the imp said was true. Even at five foot-nine, she’d always had to look up at Shane. She glanced up at him now, wondering what he thought about the girl with the dark braids and very blue eyes.
A slow grin hitched up one corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I guess I am. Doc used to say I could sprout half a foot overnight.”
Those blue eyes grew round. “You knew Doc when you were a kid?”
His gaze lifted to meet Allison’s, and at its touch a frisson of awareness rippled down her spine, setting even her fingertips to tingling.
So many years, so many dreams ago.
When Allison is faced with an unknown danger to her child and her beloved horses, she must learn to again trust the man she once loved with all her heart.
Once I found the extra something the story needed, it all seemed to fall into place and finishing it became great fun. Plus, in the context of the story, I was able to write about something that was dear to my heart.
About the author:
I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember, starting with animal stories and graduating to an historical romance I wrote while in junior high school. In college, I took several creative writing classes, and when my children were small, I wrote and sold a number of short stories to Woman’s World magazine.
I’ve been a member of Romance Writers of America and Mid-Michigan Romance Writers for over thirty years and have written articles for chapter newsletters. I’m also concerned with animal welfare issues, and I write a monthly column called The Pet Corner, where I advocate for homeless pets and local shelters and rescue groups.
My husband and I live in southwest Michigan, near the sunset coast of Lake Michigan, with our dogs; Ace, a silly Terrier mix, and Foo Foo, a crazy Pomeranian, and two kitties, Zombie and Sandwich. We have two grown children and a number of granddogs. We love to travel, especially out West, where I’m always on the lookout for a new setting for my books.