Madison shocks and awes with a newly released romance

Do you love mystery as much as I do? I'm betting most of you do. I'm currently writing my next installment of my Agnes Barton mysteries, Trouble in Tawas. I'm 17,000 words shy of a finished book and believe me I'm working hard to finish the book this month. I hired an editor and I'm penciled in for November. I know I'm so putting the cart before the horse here, but I'm confident I can have my book ready in time. I'm hoping for a late November to December release date.

When it comes to writing I can really focus and get it done. Unfortunately I can't only write Agnes Barton books. I have a paranormal mystery in the works with romance elements too, but more recently my book Redneck Romance was published by Tirgearr Publishing. This book also features the same high humor you can always expect from me. It's very quirky and a bit zany at times. Rednecks are hot right now what with reality television shows such as Duck Dynasty and Honey Boo Boo. I had not intended to do this purposely but rather was inspired to tell my backward story. In this book you won't find the standard southern family, but rather one who is deep in the mountains of North Carolina. I created a world that I hope you'll love or at least have a look at.

Why not take a walk on the wild side and try out my Redneck Romance. I promise you'll love it.

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Sample Sunday ~ Redneck Romance

This is another sample from my WIP Redneck Romance. In this scene the lost and utterly clueless Kelly Gray just ran out of gas and found a local — Jimmy Bob Willows — from the mountains of North Carolina to help her out.

I trembled slightly. "I'm a photographer and I'm here to take pictures of the fall leaves."

"Go home City."

Tears threatened to spill. "I can't, I need this." I turned away and dabbed at the tears and faced him again. "Perhaps I just need a guide. Are you available." Okay so I threw caution into the wind. I trusted him. I think I can trust him.

"No way, am I gonna go into the wilderness with some green city girl that don't know the first thing about surviving. Ya don't even know how to fill yore gas tank."

"Please help me, I'll pay you." I tried to convince him.

He gave me a sideways look like he might be considering it.

"I have plenty of money."

He slapped his hands over his face. "You are intent on supplying information that you shouldn't to a complete stranger that you don't even know." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "What you got for supplies?" he asked.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/22/12

Again from my WIP Redneck Romance.

As everyone entered, they were given a plate with eggs, burnt bacon, and corn muffins that looked like hockey pucks. I took a bite, and the muffin cracked apart into a pile of crumbs, which didn't taste good either. I felt everyone's eyes on me, and my face reddened. I scratched my stomach, and bolted outside, and hid behind a shed. 

Five minutes later, a rooster chased me into the front yard where Jimmy Bob and his kin stood on the porch laughing. 

"I reckon he doesn't like city folks either," Maw said.

I stood there looking at her like WTF. Why just the other day she had been nice as pie, but today her whole attitude towards me had changed. 

Six Sentence Sunday 1/15/12

I have included six sentences from my WIP Redneck Romance. It follows the adventures of a New York City girl who travels to North Carolina, and hires a redneck guide. In this scene she has yet again gotten herself into a fix.

I dangled suspended above and thankfully out of reach of the blasted dogs that yelped below me. I was swinging like some kind of live bait.

Wrong Turn movie memories came back to haunt me for real now.

"Pa, I think we caught us a live one."

Below me stood a boy covered in camouflage and two men surfaced equally dressed. Great, I had just run into damn moonshiners.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/8/12

From my WIP Redneck Romance

"I don't think that is a good idea. You might wanna go home before your husband gets mad."

"Husband?"

"Yea, he's gonna be dang mad if you don't have dinner waiting for when he comes home from work," he laughed.

My cheeks burned, it must be the redhead in me because I wanted to rip this redneck a new one.

"Why you backwoods bumpkin," I started, "I don't have a damn husband, we don't get married at twelve up north like y'all do."

Six Sentence Sunday

When I made it back to the front yard, it seemed the hound dog had found himself a companion. He was going to town like nobody's business too. Not that I thought a dog cares about that sort of thing. I know some men that don't care either.

I heard a twig snap behind me, and I whirled around, feeling the blood rush to my face.

"It's kinda impolite to be gawking like that, City."