Hello…I’m Kathy Clark, author. Welcome back to my blog site.
Some of you may remember me from long ago…like last century…when traditional publishers such Harlequin published my romance novels and printed them on paper and sold them through bookstores! No? Maybe you have purchased one of my more recent novels that were released in 2012 and 2013. No doubt my over 3 million in sales worldwide in paperback were one measure and one cause of the popularity of my new books. And yes, they’re digital and trade paperback.
Today, I write my Romantic Suspense series, Denver After Dark under my name Kathy Clark and the young adult mystery series, CUL8RTM [See you later] under the pseudonym of Bob Kat. CUL8RTM is co-written with my husband Bob Wernly. Starting this fall, the New Adult Romantic Suspense series, Scandals, will be under Kathy Clark.
I am going to take space in this blog to publish excerpts from my romance novel back list to provide as they say, a deeper cut, into the stories beyond the samples provided by Amazon. I did this last weekend at the virtual eBook Fair and I got great feedback to do more of this. So I will. Readers rule!
Thank you for stopping…each blog post will have-
- The summary of the featured book
- The excerpt from that book
- A summary of my recent books
- All the links needed to find additional information including how to order any of the books
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS BLURB
Luke Calloway is a turkey farmer in the heartland of Iowa. He has survived the loss of his wife, and is learning to cope with a drastic change of career (from big city dentist to the owner of Wishbone Acres in the small town of Greenhaven) while raising three rambunctious sons. He’s doing an admirable job and isn’t looking for love. But that’s exactly what he finds when Darcy Carson returns to town.Darcy Carson, a successful Los Angeles television reporter, had fled from Iowa as soon as she was able. Small towns held no appeal for her, but the glamour and excitement of Southern California certainly did. Following a suspension by the station where she’s employed, she returns home, telling herself that she’ll only stay until she wins her court case and can return to work.
But Darcy hasn’t planned on meeting Luke. She fights her attraction to him, telling herself he represents everything she ran away from. Luke, too, fights his growing love for Darcy. He knows he’s only a temporary stopover in her life, that soon she’ll return to California, breaking his heart, and those of his sons.
Neither Luke nor Darcy are prepared for the way love sweeps into their lives, changing everything.
“ROMANTIC TIMES” – (4) – “Watch as Kathy Clark creates two endearing characters who know they’re being manipulated, but are helpless to stop it.”
“HEART TO HEART” – Selected to be a Highlight of the Month – “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS is great fun.”
“COLORADO ROMANCE WRITERS PAL” – “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS is a perfect story to enjoy during the holidays since it will fill your heart with the wonder and joys of learning that love truly conquers all.”
Darcy and Luke stood a step apart, putting a cushion of neutrality between them. But as they turned and began to walk wordlessly toward the truck, their fingers brushed together and somehow became entwined. Separate, they would have been jostled apart, but united, they had no difficulty maneuvering through the crowded walkways to the parking lot.
Luke glanced at Darcy as the truck’s engine sputtered to life and backfired a couple times, drawing a dozen sympathetic stares.
“I’m sorry about this truck,” he began.
Darcy settled the goldfish bowl on her lap and smiled at Luke. “No one could accuse you of trying to impress me.”
With an unnecessary degree of concentration, he studied the narrow space that was illuminated in front of the truck by its headlights. His tone was casual as he asked, “So what would it take to impress you?”
Darcy sensed her answer might be very important to any future relationship, however temporary, that might exist between them. “Actually, I don’t impress easily,” she admitted.
“I guess you wouldn’t. Living in L.A., you’re surrounded by Mercedes and movie stars.”
She glanced at him sharply. “That’s not what I meant. Cars and actors don’t impress me.”
“Yeah?” he questioned skeptically. “What sort of car do you own?”
“Uh…,” she hedged. “Well, that’s not important…”
He challenged her with a steady look.
“Okay, so I drive a Corvette…”
“Red, I’ll bet.” He turned his attention back to the road.
“Okay, it’s red,” she conceded defensively. “So what? The station gave it to me. I wouldn’t care if it was a Toyota.”
Again, he pierced her with an unconvinced glance.
“All right, I’ll admit it.” She threw up her hands in defeat. The motion upset the brandy snifter, and she had to grab it to keep the fish from pouring onto the floor. “Yes, I enjoy driving that car. It’s a great car. But I’m not so shallow that I care what sort of car someone else drives.”
“So you don’t mind riding in this truck?”
She peered at the thick layer of dust on the dashboard and the worn blanket covering the seat. There were turkey feathers on the floorboard and a scattering of corn kernels as if a bag of feed had broken sometime in the ancient vehicle’s questionable past. Then she looked over the fluffy barrier of stuffed animals to the man behind the steering wheel. Only hours ago, she had never seen that face. And now she knew she’d never forget it. It was the man, not the truck she found disturbing.
“No,” she answered honestly. “I’ve ridden in worse. In fact, I learned to drive in a truck that belonged to my grandfather. But I will say that Gramps did wash his truck on occasion.”
They turned into her parents’ driveway and Darcy had to hold the brandy snifter up so the water didn’t bounce out when they crossed the cattle guard.
“And you could use a new set of springs,” she added.
A low, appreciative chuckle vibrated across the darkness. “Springs? This old pile of bolts wouldn’t know how to drive if it had springs. Why, there probably isn’t even anything left to attach them to.”
He stopped the truck in front of her door, but didn’t turn off the engine. When he began unloading the stuffed animals, Darcy reached out and pushed aside one of the panda bear’s ears so she could see Luke.
“I don’t need any more stuffed animals in my room. My mother seems to think everything should be left exactly as I had it.” Darcy shook her head. She had long ago given up trying to convince her mother she wouldn’t be moving back home. “Why don’t you give them to your boys? Greg may be a little too old, but Scott and maybe Adam would give these guys a good home.”
She nestled the brandy snifter in between a big bear and a fluffy dog.
“And the fish?” Luke asked.
“And the fish,” Darcy confirmed, laughing at his unenthusiastic expression.
“Great. Thanks,” he stated with good-humored sarcasm.
“Goldfish are terrific pets. They don’t make any noise, and they never make a mess on the carpet.”
“Or we can feed him to the turkeys.”
He held up his hands to calm her. “It’s a joke. Besides, turkeys don’t eat meat.”
“I’ll bet they wish more people felt that way.”
“You’re not one of those animal rights’ activists, are you?”
This time Darcy’s chuckle was wry. “Funny you should mention that…animal rights is exactly why I’m on suspension, remember? But I was just reporting it, not participating. Actually, I can see both sides of the issue. I don’t like to see animals tortured for unnecessary experiments, but I don’t have a problem eating chicken … or turkey.”
“So how long do you think it’ll take to clear up your case?”
Darcy led the way up the porch steps and Luke followed. “My attorney thinks it’ll go to court after Thanksgiving.” She glanced back at the noisy truck. If he hadn’t left it running, she would have invited him to sit for a while on the porch swing.
“That’s a month away,” Luke commented nonchalantly as he stopped with one booted foot on the top step.
Darcy turned to face him, and, because of her higher position found that they were eye to eye. “More or less,” she replied. “But I don’t know how long I’ll be here. I have to fly back Monday or Tuesday for some depositions and the grand jury hearing, which means I’ll be gone most of the week.”
He thrust his hands deep into his pockets. “Then maybe I’ll see you around.”
“It’s a small town.” She responded with equal casualness, but inside she cried out, But I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you while I’m here.
“Well … I guess I’d better be going,” he said and backed down a step.
“I had a nice time this evening.” Don’t leave. I want you to kiss me again.
His eyes burned into hers, as if searching for an answer to an unspoken question. His gaze was so perceptive, Darcy began wondering if he might have heard her silent request. When he gave her one last little smile, then turned to leave, she felt her spirits droop with disappointment. On the dance floor, there had been a flash of magic. Had it been a fluke? A reaction to the circumstances around them? A moment of madness?
All she knew was that she wanted to feel his lips on hers one more time and to have him hold her tight in his arms. “Luke…” She moved toward him just as he wheeled around and bounded up the steps two at a time.
“Darcy…” he breathed as he cradled her face in his hands and covered her mouth with his. “I must be crazy,” he muttered against her lips an instant before they crushed against hers.
Darcy’s arms wound around his neck, her fingers feathering into the soft, dark hair at his nape. The banked fires that had built and died back…but never out…roared to life again. It had been a long time since a man’s kiss had affected her so much. Her body molded to his, automatically seeking the boldness of his response.
If she hadn’t been standing on her parents’ porch . . . if he hadn’t been a widower with three kids . . . if she hadn’t been so anxious to get on with her life in California . . . if he hadn’t been a livestock farmer . . . she would have asked him to turn off his truck’s engine, rev up his own engine and stay for the night.
Then, as abruptly as he had approached her, he let her go. After one last, lingering look that took away what little strength she had left in her knees, he pivoted on his heel and vaulted down the steps.
Darcy leaned against the heavy support post at the top of the steps and watched him leap into his truck, grind the gears into reverse, then head toward the road. She realized her hand was clenched against her chest as if she was trying to steady her rampaging heart. Somehow she knew that kiss would come back to haunt her during the long, lonely nights in her bed in L.A.
I hope you enjoyed this sample from my book. All of my romance novels are available individually as eBooks on amazon and they have also been republished as Romance Collections with similar books in their original full length and unabridged. The Romance Collections are at a reduced price and available by going to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20 .
Here are a few important links for your use. Have a great rest of your day. Again…thanks for stopping.
My author’s website is at http://www.nightwriter93.com
To order any book on Amazon go to http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20
To contact me my email address is firstname.lastname@example.org
Romantic Suspense series: After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense Book #1
What started as a routine contact stop turned into a brutal double homicide. Hooker to lover or low-life to no-life. It’s all in his hands.
Young Adult Mystery series: OMG, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery Book #1
Albert Einstein said about time travel “People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”
Young Adult Mystery series: BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery Book #2
It’s difficult to investigate a crime that hasn’t happened yet.
Life’s What Happens is a New Adult Romance for ages 18 to 25 and beyond.
New Adult Romance: LIFE’S WHAT HAPPENS
How did one night change over a million lives of new adults forever?
TUTORIAL: OMG = Oh My God, BRB = BE Right Back
All four books are available on Amazon at http://astore.amazon.com/nightwriter93-20
Additional details on the CUL8RTM time travel series is at http://www.cul8rseries.com
After Midnight, a Denver After Dark Suspense
First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for suspense
Finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award for young adult [9/1 final decision]
OMG, A C CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery
First place in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for young adult
Finalist in the Beverly Hills Book 2013 Awards for young adult
BRB, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery
Named finalist in the Reader’s Choice 2013 Award [9/1 final decision]
Life’s What Happens
Finalist in the Best Indie Book of 2013 for literature
TUTORIAL: BION =Believe It Or Not
BION, A CUL8RTM Time Travel Mystery [Bob Kat]
Estimate a July 28, 2013 release
Cries In The Night, a Denver After Dark Suspense [Kathy Clark]
Estimate a October 1, 2013 release
Scandals, a New Adult Romantic Suspense [Kathy Clark]
Set in Austin, Texas
Estimate a December 1, 2013 release
Check the progress on this blog or Kathy’s website at http://www.nightwriter93.com