We have the lovely Ilona Fridl with us today.
First of all, I'd like to thank M. S. for letting me guest on her blog.
You’re very welcome, Ilona. Do tell us about your new release, That Monroe Girl. It's set in the famous Tombstone, Arizona, is it not?
Indeed, it is. My new book, That Monroe Girl, was released last Friday. Since I was a child, I loved westerns. Glued to the TV in the fifties and sixties, I think I saw all of them at one time or another. Some of these classic TV stations have brought them back. Yippee! So I guess it was natural for me to write a western romance/mystery. It's set in 1883 Tombstone, Arizona Territory. I visited Tombstone one time on a family trip and was impressed how they preserved the old part of town. Many of the buildings I saw are depicted in the book and I took pains to study the tourist map to make sure I got the places right. I had a lot of fun with the story and hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
The Wild Rose Press (February , 2016)
67,000 words, 268 p.
Western Romance, M/F, Spicy
Cat Monroe arrives in Tombstone, Arizona searching for her father and brothers, who left Virginia for the West right after the Civil War. With the help of newspaper reporter Jake Spencer, she finds her family and a whole peck of trouble. She's falling for the newspaperman, but she discovers his family and hers are feuding over water rights. When her father finally accepts that she is his daughter, he wants to marry her off to a rich neighbor who has a dark past.
The Wild Rose Press: http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=6658
Excerpt (G): They Meet
They both requested tea and perused the board listing the bill of fare for the day. When the waiter returned with the teas and lemons, the ladies told him they had decided on the Beef Wellington, and he left them. Cat poured some of the tea into her china cup and added sugar and lemon. She stirred and set the spoon on the saucer with a clink. “Lovely place, for a frontier town.”
Edna made a face. “Not bad. However, I saw many saloons on the way in. That usually encourages rowdies.”
“It certainly does,” came a voice from behind them.
Cat turned and regarded a handsome young man with dark sparkling eyes. His blue-gray suit, clean starched collar, and dark blue vest with a watch chain drawn across it proclaimed him to be a gentleman of some sort, certainly not a “rowdy” or a cowboy. “Do you make it a habit of eavesdropping on people?”
He grinned. “In a way.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jake Spencer, reporter for the Tombstone Epitaph.”
She shook it. “Epitaph?”
“Newspaper. I was checking the new arrivals in town. May I sit down?” He pulled a small notepad and pencil out of his jacket pocket.
Cat was mildly amused and curious. “Please. I’m Catherine Monroe, and this is my traveling companion, Edna Harper.” Edna gave him a curt nod and raised an eyebrow in Cat’s direction with a “would your uncle approve” look.
His face registered surprise and concern. “Monroe?”
“Yes. Is there something wrong?”
The smile immediately came back. “No―nothing wrong. How long are you going to stay here?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps a week or so.”
“Are you here to visit anyone special? It’s odd to see two ladies traveling alone.”
“No.” Cat was feeling slightly uncomfortable. “You’re questions are verging on personal.”
“Not at all. We ask all visitors this.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your answers could be deemed suspicious.”
Cat puffed up. “It’s really none of your or your newspaper’s business why we’re here.”
“Then I take it this isn’t a leisurely excursion of the West. You’re obviously from the South.”
Cat had had enough of his prying. “Yes, we are.” The waiter was on his way with their food. “It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Spencer, but our meal is here.”
He rose and gave a slight bow. “I see. I hope you ladies have a pleasant stay. Miss Monroe. Miss Harper.” He pocketed his notepad and pencil and left.
Ilona Fridl was born in sunny California where she spent the first twenty years of her life. Dreaming up stories took up a lot of her time. She then followed her parents to Wisconsin where she met her husband, Mark. They started a locksmith business, but there were still stories in her head. Finally, she started putting them on paper―actually, a computer. The rest is history. She has an adult daughter and a granddaughter.