Blog Tour – Maggie’s Montana by Linda Bradley

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linda-bradleyAuthor Bio

Linda’s inspiration comes from her favorite authors and life itself. Her women’s fiction highlights characters that peel away outer layers of life to discover the heart of their dreams with some unexpected twists and turns along the way. Her writing integrates humor found in everyday situations, as well as touching moments, thus creating avenues for readers to connect with her characters.

 

Linda has an Associates Degree in Interior Design and a Master’s Degree in Reading and Language Arts with undergraduate work in Elementary Education and Fine Arts. She wrote and illustrated a children’s book titled, The Hunter for her Master’s Degree. Linda is a member of RWA, as well as the Greater Detroit Chapter of RWA.

Linda has two grown sons, lives with her husband, and rescue dog in Royal Oak, Michigan.

 


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EXCERPT

 

Maggie’s Montana

Excerpt from Chapter 20

 

I squeezed my eyes tight as chills ran down my spine. A gentle hand rested on the nape of my neck. The touch grounded me and for a split second, I thought maybe it was my father. Tears welled and I pressed the palms of my hands into my eyes, trying to stop the longing I felt for my dad who’d left me years ago. I saw Chloe perched on John’s hip with her arms around his neck in my mind. It seemed like eons since I was that little girl in my own father’s arms.

Through the tears, I stared at my dusty boots. John ran his fingers up my neck and into my hair. I squeezed my eyes tighter, hoping this wasn’t a dream.

John knelt beside me, his hand on my knee, and his finger under my chin. “Saw you leave. Wondered if you were all right?”

I shrugged. Cocoa ran past, and then nestled in the straw at my feet and stretched out, letting her kittens suckle. “No, guess not,” I said.

“Anything I can do to help?”

I scooted over on the bench and John sat beside me. “I don’t think so.” I tucked my hair behind my ears.

“Well I think there is, but I’m going to let you solve your own dilemma.”

I wiped the corners of my eyes and watched the kittens nuzzle up to their momma’s belly, safe from the world around them until she went out to hunt. “Probably best.” Locking my elbows, I rested my hands on my knees. I liked the feel of worn blue jeans, inside, and out.

“Dinner is almost ready,” John said.

Our gazes met. My stomach wasn’t the only thing growling. “I don’t know if I want dinner. I kind of like it out here.” The barn truly was a sanctuary.

“Well, you’ve got to eat, darlin’.” John wrapped his arm around my shoulder and drew me close, his green eyes trying to hide his own disappointments.

I couldn’t help but think I was one of them.

“A girl your age can’t live on s’mores and beer, ’cause that’s what we’re having later.”

“I beg to differ.”

John’s breath brushed up against my neck. His lips followed. Tension oozed from my shoulders like dripping wax, my guard giving way to the heat. He whispered in my ear, “Let me love you.”

I swallowed the temptation, but it stuck in my throat and lingered at the back of my tongue like bitter sweetness. “I don’t know how.”

Afraid, I prayed again. From under my lashes, I saw a man earnest and true, his eyes fixed on me yet not demanding, something I wasn’t used to. Flecks of passion danced in his irises.

“How the hell do you know what you want?” I asked.

“Because I know,” he said.
His strong hands held my face. His thumbs stroked my cheeks like he was settling a skittish filly. “Let me ask you this, neighbor lady . . .”

“Why do you keep calling that?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” he asked.

“Isn’t there a reason for everything?”

“No. Sometimes things just feel right.” John kissed me as I took in his words, his breath in sync with mine. My stomach rolled over and I let myself kiss him back as if it were the very first time.


 

Author Spotlight – Linda Bradley

Memorial Day weekend 006-3Welcome!

 

When did you start writing?

 

I’ve been writing all my life. As a youngster in elementary school, we had a yearly Calberry writing contest. The word “Calberry” was derived from Newberry and Caldecott. I still have the books I wrote and illustrated. In high school, I wrote short stories, poetry, and plays. I’m not going to lie, I was the girl who enjoyed research and term papers. When teachers and professors said the words, “blue book”, I did a secret happy dance. For my Master’s project, I wrote and illustrated a children’s book titled The Hunter.

 

 

What motivates you to write?

 

The voices in my head. And let me tell you, there are plenty on any given day.

 

 

What genre do you write and what made you chose this particular genre?

 

I write Women’s Fiction. My stories have a thread of romance. When my boys were younger, we lived by the lake and I would read in healthy doses during the summertime under the Michigan sun. One summer, I discovered Jane Porter’s, The Frog Prince and have read all her Women’s Fiction books since. She’s a huge inspiration.

 

 

What’s your goal in writing? Do you have dreams where your writing should take you?

 

My goal is to inspire while sharing my stories with the world. Everyone has a story to tell and although I am a debut author, I can’t tell you how many readers have experienced what I’ve written on the pages. I think that’s pretty special. I’m not sure where my writing should take me, but I’d like to think that every fork in the road leads home.

 

 

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

 

There have been times that the ideas didn’t flow as heartily as others, but I would have to say I have not experienced writer’s block. Sometimes I wonder if the voices in my head and the stories waiting to be told will cease. I do go through periods of time when I think I should be writing more, but have come to understand that sometimes I need to take a hiatus to cultivate brewing ideas in the dark corners of my mind.

 

 

 

What advice would you like to give new, hopeful authors?

 

Keep writing. There’s no time table or formula to getting published. Be fierce. Follow your heart. Keep reading.

 

 

Please tell us about your work.

 

My Montana Bound Series consists of three titles:

Maggie’s Way: Book 1

Middle-aged, Maggie Abernathy just wants to recuperate from cancer during the solitude of summer vacation after a tiresome year of teaching second grade. Maggie’s plans are foiled when precocious seven-year-old Chloe McIntyre moves in next door with her dad, John. Maggie’s life changes in a way she could never imagine when the pesky new neighbors steal her heart. With Maggie’s grown son away, her ex-husband in the shadows, her meddling mother’s unannounced visits, and Chloe McIntyre on her heels, somehow Maggie’s empty house becomes home again.

 

• Maggie’s Fork in the Road: Book 2

(June 30, 2016)

 

Maggie Abernathy learns that pesky neighbors, John and Chloe McIntyre are moving to Montana. The only problem is…she can’t fathom living without them now that they’ve stolen her heart. While trying to digest the news and accept John’s decision to leave Michigan, Maggie ventures to Chicago with Chloe to see Chloe’s Hollywood mother in a photo shoot, where the three kindle a quirky bond. With the support of Maggie’s meddling mother, best friend Judy, and a surprise visit from Montana rancher, Winston Ludlow McIntyre, Maggie begins to fathom that all forks in the road just might lead home.

 

• Maggie’s Montana: Book 3

(September 28, 2016)

 

Maggie Abernathy, best friend Judy, and Judy’s two young sons travel cross country to visit Chloe and John McIntyre on their Montana ranch. Will Maggie have the heart to return home?

 

 

When I wrote Maggie’s Way, I thought it would be a stand alone, but by the time I finished it, I knew my main character, Maggie Abernathy wasn’t finished telling her story. Like Maggie, I am a cancer survivor. The summer after I went through cancer treatment I wrote Maggie’s Way. Within a year’s time, I had all three books in the Montana Bound Series written. At the time, I’d completed three other manuscripts, but it wasn’t until I met Maggie and Chloe that I found my voice.


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