Hi Paty! So glad to have you at Author Chat, where we can learn a little bit about you, and your book.
Grab a cappuccino and let’s chat. Unless you have another favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)?
Hot chocolate, please. No whip cream, but if you have a shot of peppermint schnapps…
Yum. :) Fur or feathers, petwise?
Fur, of the doggie kind. Tink, my Chihuahua/min pin cross, travels with me when I go on research trips and everywhere else. We also have two cow dogs, 30 head of cattle, one horse, one mini horse, and one burro.
That's a lot of fur! lol
Any pet peeves? One thing that really burns your biscuits?
Pet peeves - When perfectly healthy people park in the handicap parking, shopping carts are left in parking spots rather than put in the cart corrals, and a real pet peeve, when the dogs poop on my trail to the barn. ;)
Oh yuck! :) Favorite quote?
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. Mark Twain
Love Mark Twain.
What’s your ideal day like?
3,000 words written, a horse ride with grandkids, a barbeque with family, and watching the stars pop out in a warm summer sky. Or are you talking about a typical ideal day… 2,000 words written, two hours spent on the internet networking and promoting, a walk, watch The Talk, and make dinner for hubby. With a horse ride in the evening.
Hot chocolate, please. No whip cream, but if you have a shot of peppermint schnapps…
Yum. :) Fur or feathers, petwise?
Fur, of the doggie kind. Tink, my Chihuahua/min pin cross, travels with me when I go on research trips and everywhere else. We also have two cow dogs, 30 head of cattle, one horse, one mini horse, and one burro.
That's a lot of fur! lol
Any pet peeves? One thing that really burns your biscuits?
Pet peeves - When perfectly healthy people park in the handicap parking, shopping carts are left in parking spots rather than put in the cart corrals, and a real pet peeve, when the dogs poop on my trail to the barn. ;)
Oh yuck! :) Favorite quote?
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. Mark Twain
Love Mark Twain.
What’s your ideal day like?
3,000 words written, a horse ride with grandkids, a barbeque with family, and watching the stars pop out in a warm summer sky. Or are you talking about a typical ideal day… 2,000 words written, two hours spent on the internet networking and promoting, a walk, watch The Talk, and make dinner for hubby. With a horse ride in the evening.
Ahh, lovely. If you could live out any fantasy, what would you do?
When I was in high school we had to write a story about what our life would be like in thirty years. I had a barn renovated into a house with tigers for pets and I was reclusive writer and artist.
Beethoven, Beatles, Foo Fighters or Keith Urban?
I don't know who Foo Fighters are, but I like the rest. ;) I listen to mostly country music but I like it all but hard rock and rap.
Do you have a music playlist for your book?
I don’t have a playlist but while writing the spirit trilogies I listened to cd's of Native American music. When I write historical westerns I listen to blue grass, contemporary westerns I listen to country music, my book set in Guatemala, I listened to Mayan music.
Sounds cool, and that must have really set the mood. Which of your characters would you most/least to invite to dinner, and why?
I'd love to invite all my heroes and heroines and many of the secondary characters to dinner. I tend to write people I would like to hang out with. They all have family values once they realize it, and a sense of humor.
Love it, sounds like a great dinner party. While creating your books, what was one of the most surprising things you learned?
One? I do a lot of research for my books and I come across so many interesting things. But for the book that released this month, Spirit of the Lake, it was learning how pregnant women were viewed in the Nez Perce culture. And the symbolism of the birth and how it pertains to the child's health. They keep a piece of the umbilical cord in a pouch on the cradle board and later with the child's pouch where they keep all things precious to them. It's believed if anything happens to the dried up cord the child will become ill and could die. And if the child does become sick, the cord can be used to heal them.
Do you have a music playlist for your book?
I don’t have a playlist but while writing the spirit trilogies I listened to cd's of Native American music. When I write historical westerns I listen to blue grass, contemporary westerns I listen to country music, my book set in Guatemala, I listened to Mayan music.
Sounds cool, and that must have really set the mood. Which of your characters would you most/least to invite to dinner, and why?
I'd love to invite all my heroes and heroines and many of the secondary characters to dinner. I tend to write people I would like to hang out with. They all have family values once they realize it, and a sense of humor.
Love it, sounds like a great dinner party. While creating your books, what was one of the most surprising things you learned?
One? I do a lot of research for my books and I come across so many interesting things. But for the book that released this month, Spirit of the Lake, it was learning how pregnant women were viewed in the Nez Perce culture. And the symbolism of the birth and how it pertains to the child's health. They keep a piece of the umbilical cord in a pouch on the cradle board and later with the child's pouch where they keep all things precious to them. It's believed if anything happens to the dried up cord the child will become ill and could die. And if the child does become sick, the cord can be used to heal them.
Fascinating. I love research too. :)
Where can readers find out more about you?
At my website: http://www.patyjager.net, my blog: Http://www.patyjager.blogspot.com or follow my blog tour and win.
This post is part of my blog tour. Leave a comment on as many of my guest blogs as you can and the person who travels with me the most will receive an autographed copy of Spirit of the Lake, a sweatshirt, and cowboy chocolate. To find all the places I’m visiting go to my blog: www.patyjager.blogspot.com The contest runs from May 18th – May 29th covering thirteen blogs. I'll notify the winner on May 30th. In the event of a tie I will draw a name.
Spirit of the Lake blurb:
Two generations after his brother became mortal, Wewukiye, the lake spirit, prevents a Nimiipuu maiden from drowning and becomes caught up in her sorrow and her heart
Her tribe ignores Dove's shameful accusations—a White man took her body, leaving her pregnant, and he plans to take their land.Wewukiye vows to care for her until she gives birth, to help her prove the White man is deceitful and restore her place in her tribe.
As they travel on their quest for justice, Dove reveals spiritual abilities yet unknown in her people, ensnaring Wewukiye’s respect and awe. But can love between a mortal and a spirit grow without consequences?
Excerpt
Two generations after his brother became mortal, Wewukiye, the lake spirit, prevents a Nimiipuu maiden from drowning and becomes caught up in her sorrow and her heart
Her tribe ignores Dove's shameful accusations—a White man took her body, leaving her pregnant, and he plans to take their land.Wewukiye vows to care for her until she gives birth, to help her prove the White man is deceitful and restore her place in her tribe.
As they travel on their quest for justice, Dove reveals spiritual abilities yet unknown in her people, ensnaring Wewukiye’s respect and awe. But can love between a mortal and a spirit grow without consequences?
Excerpt
Wewukiye tugged her hand, drawing her closer. His warm breath puffed against her ear.
"You need only think of me and you will have strength."
His soft silky voice floated through her body like a hot drink.
Dove swallowed the lump in her throat and asked, "When will I see you again?" The thought of sleeping on the hard ground next to the fire in Crazy One's dwelling didn't sound near as inviting as using his lap to rest her head.
The days and nights grew colder; to be wrapped in his arms would warm her through and through.
"You will find me at the meadow every day when the sun is directly overhead." He brushed his lips against her ear.
She closed her eyes, relishing the silky feel of his lips and the heat of his touch.
"Think of me," whispered through her head.
Dove opened her eyes. She stood alone. Her palm still warm from their clasped hands, her ear ringing with his whisper.
Buy Link: http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=4503
Buy Link: http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=4503
Thanks for chatting Paty!
Thank you for having me, Cate! It's been fun!
Thank you for having me, Cate! It's been fun!
