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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