Friday, 22 January 2016

Guest Interview with Author @patyjag #FlavoursofSage #Romance

The business ones
Please give us a short introduction about yourself;
I’m Paty Jager. I live and write in rural eastern Oregon. My tag line is: Steamy Romance and Cozy Mysteries starring cowboys and Indians.  My husband and I semi-retired to eastern Oregon from central Oregon two years ago and are enjoying the life. I not only write the western lifestyle, I live it.
What genre(s) do you write in and why?
I have written historical western romance, historical paranormal romance (Native American), contemporary romance, action adventure/romantic suspense, and mystery. Currently I am only writing historical western romance and mystery.
When I first started writing, if an idea came to me and I was excited about it, I’d write it. All that genre hopping wasn’t a good thing for a writer starting out. I’ve decide to concentrate on historical western romance because I have the most books in that genre and mystery because it has always been my favorite genre to read and write.
Tell us about your latest release
My latest release, Davis, is the first book of my new historical western romance series, Letters of Fate. These books are linked in the series by the fact the hero receives a letter that changes his life and takes him to the woman meant for him. In Davis, Davis Weston is a merchant in Minnesota. He’s lost his wife and son in a boating accident a year earlier and is tired of his friends, colleagues, and customers whispering he should have done more. He receives a letter from his sister asking him to marry her friend who has been widowed for two years. She needs help saving the ranch and his sister believes they would make a good marriage of convenience. 
Do you need a special setting to write in or do you have a ceremony to get you in the mood? What does it look like?
Having raised four children, I learned to write through whatever is going on if I wanted to write. Early in our marriage my hubby realized if I’m not writing I’m not happy. Whenever I’d go for a period awhile without writing, he’d say, “You’re getting grumpy. Go write.” I do like to listen to Native American music when I write NA books and while I wrote the action adventure books, one set in Guatemala and one in Mexico City I listened to Mayan and Aztec music.  
Describe your feelings when you learnt that your first book was accepted for publication.
I joined RWA (Romance Writers of America) in 1998 and my first book wasn’t published until 2006. It was with a small press, but I was ecstatic that all those years of honing my craft and working one story had paid off.
Where do you find inspiration?
Inspiration for stories comes from researching the history of the west, something I hear or see. Just about anything can inspire a story for me. It’s cooking the idea down and seeing if it will be strong enough to carry a full novel before I decide if it will be written or not.
Who is your favourite character and why?
I don’t play favourite’s with my characters. ;) I have some I am more proud of. Shandra Higheagle from my mysteries. I like how she is half Nez Perce Indian, discovering her heritage, and yet is very independent and knows what she wants out of life. Also, Isabella Mumphrey, a brilliant anthropologist who is a mixture of MacGyver and Indiana Jones.
Your favourite drink and food when writing
I like to honey lemon ginseng green tea while I’m writing and nibble on Dove dark chocolate.

The nosy ones
How much of the real “you” is in your stories?
I think the independence in my heroines and the need to find justice.
Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Who was it?
As a teenager I had pictures of Davey Jones (Hey, Hey We’re the Monkeys), Shaun Cassidy (David Partridge of the Partridge Family), and Kurt Russell (whatever character he played) hanging on my bedroom walls. Still like Kurt. ;)
Who is your least favourite of the characters you’ve written? Why?
Wow! Are there writers who don’t like their characters? I like all my characters whether they are main characters or secondary ones. They are in the stories for specific reasons. Some may not be nice people but they are plot devices and necessary for the story.
The steamiest scene from your books
I don’t know if I can pick the steamiest one. Most of my romance books with the exception of four have steamy scenes. This is from Davis, my current release.
“Come in and shut the door,” she said, not a hint of embarrassment as she stood before him in nothing more than her drawers, corset and chemise. The dress she’d worn draped over the end of the bed.
He shut the door, tossed his hat onto the trunk at the end of the bed, and walked over to Mariella. Running his hands through her curls, he peered into her eyes. “You are beautiful,” he said, feeling her silky tresses slide through his fingers. “I didn’t realize your hair was so long. You always have it braided.” He liked how it fell over her shoulder and curled down around her ample breasts.
The corset she wore wasn’t long like the one Sarah wore. This one stopped at Mariella’s waist. The garments sole purpose was to cradle her bosoms. Hold them up. In her underclothes, that made a fetching sight.
He swallowed and drew his gaze back to her face. “Would you like me to help you out of that corset?” The contraption had hooks on the front and she could easily get herself in and out of it, but his hands itched to help.
She nodded, her gaze locked on his hands as he reached out, slipping his fingers down between the sturdy garment and the soft cotton of her chemise. His fingers pressed into her soft mounds and his heart raced. Slowly, one by one, he unhooked the corset, setting her bosoms free of their constraints.
He tossed the corset to the trunk and looked his fill of Mariella with her hair down, in her underclothes. She was a sight, with the thin white chemise with a touch of lace around the top held out by her nipples peaking under the cloth.
His body jerked to life at the sight.
“Do you want me to put my night gown on?” Mariella’s husky voice whispered.
Davis shook his head. “Get in bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”
She studied him a moment, then walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. Instead of crawling under the blankets, she lay down on the top on her side, her head propped on one arm and her legs bent slightly, her hips curving into the air. “Do you mind if I watch?” she asked.
“No.” His hands fumbled with the buttons on his vest. Sarah had always insisted they undress in the dark. Having Mariella boldly watch his disrobing had his body buzzing with heat and need.
He tossed his vest, shirt, and undershirt on top of her corset. Sitting on the trunk next to the pile of clothes, he pulled off his boots and then stood, to unbutton his pants. He slid the trousers down and off his feet and stood with his back to the bed in his underdrawers.
“You can take those off too,” Mariella whispered from the bed.
His shaft was already tenting his undergarment. She would see his desire whether he had the garment on or not. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slid the cotton drawers down and kicked them off his feet.
He walked over to the side of the bed where Mariella lay. Her gaze followed his bouncing appendage. When he stopped at the side of the bed, she reached out, touching him.
“My! I wasn’t expecting this,” she said.
Her touch after such a long time without a woman, made his body jump and his mind go blank for a second.
He grasped her arms, drawing her to sit on the side of the bed. Sliding his hands under her chemise, he ran his hands up her sides. She raised her arms, and he slipped the garment over her head. He tossed it to the side and cupped her bosoms in his hands. They overflowed his palms and the weight made him wonder how she could walk with such a straight back.
“Hugh said those were my best quality,” she whispered.
Davis shook his head. “They are magnificent, but your best qualities are your heart and your mind.”
Her eyes lit up. He could tell she was pleased with his answer.
“You going to just hold them all night or are you going to show me your talents?”
He smiled and leaned down, flicking first one nipple and then the other with his tongue. She placed her arms behind her on the bed, thrusting her offering higher for him to reach.
He reciprocated in kind by sucking, teasing, and nipping her nipples until she had the bed creaking and cracking from her gyrations.
“Please, fill me,” she pleaded.
He grabbed the waistband of her underdrawers, peeling them down her legs and off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he didn’t wait for another invitation.
Davis plunged into her hot, wetness and barely had time to savor the exquisite tightness and fit before his seed released in an explosion. He couldn’t believe all it took was one thrust.
“Don’t stop,” Mariella growled and grabbed his backside, thrusting him in and out.
He fell into the rhythm she set and found his shaft growing once again.

The fast ones
Favourite colour? Purple
Favourite pet? Junebug, the horse I had when I was a teenager.
Dog or cat? Dog
Coffee or tea? tea
Quickie or candles? candles
Hunky or chunky? Hunky – though my hunky has become chunky. ;)
Suit & tie or jeans & boots? Jeans & boots
Walk in the park or chat over cocktails? Walk in the park

Promotional info
Award-winning author Paty Jager and her husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. On her road to publication she wrote freelance articles for two local newspapers and enjoyed her job with the County Extension service as a 4-H Program Assistant. Raising hay and cattle, riding horses, and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

Davis: Letters of Fate
Widowed with two small children and a ranch to run, Mariella Swanson knows she needs help, but isn’t sure her heart, or neighbors, will accept her marrying a stranger. When the greenhorn shows up, smoking a pipe and wearing a derby hat, she can’t help but wonder if agreeing to this marriage may prove to be her biggest mistake.
When Davis Weston receives a letter from his sister asking him to marry a friend, he scoffs at the idea. However, losing his wife and son has left him a lonely man, and the whispers from others that he didn’t do enough to save his family has gone on long enough. His arrival in Oregon may be worse—these neighbors are doing more than whispering. Guns and horses aren’t his forte. He’s willing to learn, but is he willing to love again?
Historical western filled with steamy romance and the rawness of a growing country.
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