Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Mystery We Write Tour ~ Rionna Morgan

12. Madison Johns ( Madison, Thank you for hosting me on your blog. My post is below in html. All you need to do is copy all that is in BLACK and paste it into the html editor in your blogger or word press. Then you can toggle back to the compose button to see the post and edit as you wish. ☺ If you have any questions, please just let me know. Thank you again! Rionna
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Joining us today is Rionna Morgan. Growing up out West, Rionna Morgan followed her love of horses to the rodeo arena and her love of English to the classroom and to writing. She has been looking forward to sharing her stories with you her whole life. Rionna is a founding member of Montana Romance Writers; she reads as much as she can possibly hold, and she loves most of all combining the chilling edge of a knife with the sweet surrender of romance. Rionna shares her home in Missoula, Montana with her husband, her four children and the mountains outside her window. I've asked Rionna to share with us how the setting of Love's Justice is are her thoughts.
The setting of Love’s Justice is a journey. Most novels take their characters on a journey. Sometimes it is a geographical journey and other times it is a journey of lessons. With Love’s Justice I wanted to combine the lessons and growth of the characters with a geographical journey. I wanted to place Sarah, the heroine, in situations where she would not only have to broaden her perceptions and perspectives on what she believes as the truth about her mother’s past, but also about the landscape where her mother grew up. I’ve included an excerpt from Love’s Justice where Sarah is first placed in a situation where the landscape of the setting pushes against her boundaries of knowledge. Sarah grew up in Oregon, and this is her first trip to Alabama. The dripping heat of the afternoon seemed to suck what life there was from the day. The tall grasses along the roadside bent their wilting heads to the earth. Shards of broken glass glinted in the sun on the other side of the highway’s white line. It’s a worn-out place, was all Sarah could think. “This is horrible,” she said. “You’re not kidding,” Justin responded. Sarah shook her head as she continued to look out the window. The scene before her was such a contrast to anything she’d ever known. When she thought of the South, she thought of Gone with the Wind, her mother’s favorite movie. Beautiful homes with wide expanses of lawn and tall, white pillars. She didn’t think of this. She’d seen pictures of places like this, but they’d been old pictures. It was hard to believe that people lived in what she was looking at. She thought she’d see not only those big plantation houses, but typical suburban houses as well. Houses that she was used to seeing, maybe brick with white trim or painted, cute houses tucked under some trees. But everything here was different than what she expected. As they drove around the next bend, she saw a house that startled her. A sinking roof barely covered the patched boards of a small dwelling. Gnarly, winding vines grew up and through an old worn-out truck with the windows broken out. A sad willow tree hung in the stifling heat. At first glance, it didn’t look as if anyone lived there. But seeing a long floppy-eared dog and an ancient man in overalls resting in the shade of the porch said she was wrong. This is the South no one talks about, she thought. But this is what we should see. So that we know there are places in our own country that need us. At that moment, Sarah knew why her mother had done what she did. It wasn’t for the Pulitzer that might grace her career. It was for the people of her homeland. She’d always heard her mother talk with pride about the people of the South, their giving nature, their kind smiles, and the humor they found in their own lives.
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Sarah Johnson is a profiler in Portland, Oregon. She thinks she has successfully moved beyond the pain of her mother’s death 15 years ago. Her mother, a Pulitzer Prize winning writer, died in an Alabama women’s prison while on an undercover assignment. However, when Justin Breslow shows up at her office claiming to be an investigative reporter from Dallas wanting to do a feature on her mother, Sarah realizes the pain has just been dormant. She agrees to work with Justin; she’s always wanted to retrace her mother’s final days, but she has no intention of sharing family secrets with a perfect stranger. Sarah and Justin unravel a plot more complex and sinister than they expected. They pursue a trail of deceit and corruption to a women’s prison in Alabama, a centuries old hotel in Georgia and a family ranch in Texas. Nothing is simple or as it seems. Along the way, Sarah tries not to fall for Justin’s Southern charm, and Justin fights to resist Sarah’s beauty and sharp intellect. This unlikely duo will find more than they ever hoped to—in the prison, in their own backyards, and in each other’s arms. Whether they survive to enjoy their discoveries is the final mystery. An Excerpt from Love's Justice “What if I didn’t go as a snoopy reporter?” Justin closed the small space, successfully trapping Sarah between the refrigerator and the counter. “And just went as a man?” With a smooth shift of his body, he slid into an amazing fit against her. Sarah drew in a quick breath. The air-cooled kitchen suddenly became a furnace. His hands gripped the counter on either side of her. His face was so close she could see her reflection in his eyes. “That is exactly what I don’t need.” “Don’t need, but maybe want?” Justin moved closer. Their lips were just a breath apart. “Don’t,” Sarah breathed. Her heart rapped hard in her chest. Justin smiled, enjoying watching her eyes cloud to darkness. This was going to be easy. “Don’t what.” His lips brushed hers. “Tell me. Don’t what?” Sarah fisted her hands in his shirt. To pull him closer or push him away, she wasn’t exactly sure. Panic and need and she didn’t know what all, tumbled around in her stomach. Instead of taking the time to decipher what to do, she just acted and tugged him to her. He caught her bottom lip, soft and warm, between his teeth. He felt her body give against his. He savored the taste of her, the warmth. “I’m going with you,” he whispered against her lips. She nodded her head, but his words never registered. My plan is working perfectly, he thought as he pulled her deeper into the kiss. Below are ways to catch up with Rionna. Drop on by…she loves the company!
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Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredith said...

Rionna, a wonderful post. I enjoyed reading it.

M.M. Gornell said...
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M.M. Gornell said...

Screwed up my first comment, sorry! Rionna, always glad to hear about Love's Justice.


Larissa Reinhart said...

Sounds like a great book!

Jake said...

Thanks for posting. We readers are enjoying getting to know you & your writings.

Rionna Morgan said...

Jake, Larissa Madeline, & Marilyn,

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. I so enjoy visiting with all of you! I am not at my desk today, but I did want to stop by and say hello!

Smiles from Montana!

marja said...

This sounds like a terrific book! Thanks for sharing.
Marja McGraw

Collin Kelley said...

Great excerpt. Looking forward to reading the book.

WS Gager said...

I felt the despair in your character through the description. Great job. I'm glad you brought poverty to the attention of your readers. Great job.
W.S. Gager on Writing