Welcome Maddie, and take it away.
Some stories fly from
brain to fingers to computer screen. Others take their good ol’ time in coming.
This book falls into the latter category.
The storyline for Wind Ridge came to me while living in
central Kentucky horse country, back in the 1990s. Nearby, was a small country
farm named Wind Ridge. There was another horse farm, complete with Federal
style mansion, down the road in the opposite direction. Supposedly, the new
owner was a foxhunter, and stories were, that he ran his horses and hounds over
neighboring fields and land, much to the irritation of the locals.
The juxtaposition of
those two things—the small country tobacco farm, and the more stately southern
horse farm—wove their way into my head and a story took wings. Over 100,000
words later, the story was finished, but sad to say, it lay fallow in my
computer for many years. Other stories had their day, blessed by the publishing
world, but Wind Ridge stayed hidden
from public consumption.
I always loved the
story; however, it was written at a time when I was still learning how to
write. I knew it needed a lot of tender, loving care. About six months ago, I
realized I needed to tackle the story
again, embrace it, rip it up, even let my editor have her way with it. So, I
did. We did. Now, I am so very
pleased that Bekah and Collin’s story is finally ready to share with my
readers.
Here’s more about the
story:
Rebekah McCauley is
back home after ten long years of living and working in New York City. She left
the Big Apple under circumstances she’d rather not share with her family—not
yet, anyway—and all she really wants is time to heal and recover from the mess
she’d made of her life. Luckily, her grandparents’ Kentucky bluegrass farm, Wind Ridge, provides the safe haven she
craves, and the solitude she needs to heal.
Collin Kramer, the fox
hunter next door, seems determined to infiltrate that peace and quiet, and
invade her safe haven—not only with his noisy hounds running amok over her
land, but with his Alpha male, take-charge attitude running roughshod over her
wounded heart.
But as Bekah softens to
Collin’s conquest, he realizes his own toughened heart needs mending. And just
when he thinks he has that conquered, as well, all hell breaks loose. Poisoned
horses, a gutted dog, and a barn fire are only the beginning. When Bekah’s
farmhouse burns to the ground too, they know someone means business. But who?
And whose past, Bekah’s or Collin’s, has come back to haunt them?
Want to read more? The
Prologue is posted on my website at this link: http://www.maddiejames.net/2013/07/wind-ridge.html
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Maddie James
writes romance – don’t try to
pin her down to one genre. From edgy suspense to flirty contemporary romance to
darker erotic titles, she just wants to silence the people in her head. Find
out more at www.maddiejames.com.
