Her Bluegrass Beau is
author Carol Preflatish's seventh romance novel and her favorite one
so far. "I like to write about locations that I'm familiar
with,” says Carol, “and while I'm not from Kentucky, it's one of
my favorite places to visit."
The book is
about Karri Taylor needing to get out of California and away from her
ex-boyfriend. She couldn't think of a better time to visit the
Kentucky farm she inherited from her great-aunt.
Jake
Duncan is the definition of a perfect southern gentleman and it
doesn't take long for Karri take an interest. From helping him nurse
his sick horse back to health to meeting the neighbors, she develops
an affection for both Jake and the many attributes of the Bluegrass
State.
Her
plan was to sell the farm and head back home, But, when a blizzard
hits, the plan changes. She's stranded at the farmhouse until Jake
comes to the rescue. With the lack of enough food and discovering the
generator stolen, the only thing she can do is accept Jake's offer to
stay with him until power is restored.
During
her time with Jake, she learns that a big company is trying to buy
all the farms in the area, against the wishes of the neighbors. She's
torn between selling her farm and going back home where she owns a
business or stay in Kentucky and start all over with Jake by her
side.
Excerpt
The
next morning, she woke up thinking she heard a noise. There it was
again. Someone was pounding on the front door. Still dark outside,
she looked at her watch that showed seven o'clock local time. She
quickly got out of bed, grabbed her robe and headed down the stairs
to the door. Before opening it, she looked around for something to
protect herself. She spotted an umbrella behind the door and picked
it up. It would have to do.
She
turned the porch light on and moved the curtain on the door aside to
see who was waking her up at such an early hour. It was four a.m. in
California.
Standing
on the other side of the door was Jake, the neighbor she met last
night.
“Good
morning.” His frosty breath floated upward as he spoke.
"What
do you want?" she said, still not opening the door.
"I
brought you some coffee and biscuits with sorghum. Can I come in?
It's kind of cold out here."
Karri
looked up at the big round thermometer that hung from the porch roof
and saw the temperature was nineteen degrees. The thought of that hot
coffee sounded too good to pass up, especially since her bare feet
were freezing. She opened the door to let Jake inside and pulled her
light robe around her. She shivered when the cold air hit her skin.
"Thanks.
The cold was beginning to make it through my clothes." He
immediately started walking toward the kitchen. He held a thermos in
one hand and a pie tin with aluminum foil over it. More rudeness, she
thought. She put the umbrella back and followed him to the kitchen.
"I
figured you didn't have any food here and would be hungry for
breakfast. I fixed me some biscuits this morning and thought I'd
bring some back to you." He turned on the oven and uncovered the
pie tin of biscuits. From one coat pocket, he sat a glass jar of
brown syrupy looking substance on the table and then from the other
pocket, he took out a small piece of aluminum foil. When he unfolded
it, she saw it had butter inside.
"You
think of everything, don't you?"
"I
try. Why don't get a couple plates and coffee cups for us. I only
brought some sugar, I hope you don't use cream?" He took a
plastic zipper bag of sugar out of the same pocket that had held the
butter.
"Sugar
is fine." She went to the cabinet and got some plates and cups.
After rinsing and drying them, she brought them to the table. Jake
got silverware from one of the drawers and placed them on the table.
He
sure knows his way around this kitchen, she thought. As he poured her
a cup of coffee, she thought she might be salivating. She added two
sugars to her cup and took a long drink before sitting down.
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About
Carol
Carol
Preflatish lives in southern Indiana and shares a log cabin with her
husband and two cats in what seems like an enchanted forest with a
menagerie of wildlife constantly visiting. A few little-known facts
about Carol are that she's a licensed amateur radio operator, has a
degree in Physical Education, and is a collector of golf balls, shot
glasses, and coins. Carol
is a
member of
the Sisters
in Crime
organization
and
Kentuckiana
Authors.
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2 comments:
Sounds like an enjoyable read, Carol.
Hope it does well!
Thanks, Lisabet and thanks for hosting me today.
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