Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wednesday Guest- Roberta C.M. DeCaprio
You can find information on all of her books at her website: www.robertadecaprio.com
A graduate of the Writers Digest School and Cornell Cooperative Extension, she is a member of the Romance Writers of America, (also RWA’s Futuristic, Fantasy and Paranormal special interest group).
A mother, and grandmother of two, Roberta shares her upstate NY home with many dearly loved pets and her artist husband. To read excerpts from Roberta’s books log on to: www.robertadecaprio.com.
What do you like best about your heroine in A Rose in Amber? Your hero?
I love Sunny (my heroine) because she has an innocent quality about her, yet she's clever, fiesty, and strong. My hero, Rafe is worldly, yet vulnerable in many ways. He's sensitive, even if he thinks he's not, and he has a true sense of responsibility that keeps him doing the right thing, even if at first he believes he can walk away.
Where did you come up with the term Rose in Amber?
I came up with A ROSE IN AMBER using two incidents. Kathleen E. Woodiwiss' A ROSE IN WINTER inspired me to write THE GOLDEN LADY (book one of this historical seris), so the title is a tribute of sorts to her. The second reason, I love amber jewelry, wear it often and think the fossils caught within the stone are interesting scenes of the past.
How does this fit with your other books and what are you working on now?
A ROSE IN AMBER is the third book in my BETWEEN THE RIFLE AND THE SPEAR historical series, and is the story of the youngest daughter of The Golden Lady (aka Amanda Gregory) and her Apache husband, Proud Eagle. Currently I am working on BORN OF PROUD BLOOD, which is the story of their son.
Blurb for A Rose in Amber: True love, like a rose in amber, lasts forever. . . Sunny Eagle is sent to England, along with her two siblings, to live with her mother's aunt in Brighton. Separated from her sister along the way, Sunny must adhere to Britian's protocol and rules, as well as cope with an overbearing aunt. Captain Rafe Cavendish, a man who vowed never to fall in love again, is drawn to Sunny and saves her life twice. Can he keep his distance from this beautiful and caring woman, or will he lose his heart to her and chance having it broken once again?True love, like a rose in amber, lasts forever. . . Sunny Eagle is sent to England, along with her two siblings, to live with her mother's aunt in Brighton. Separated from her sister along the way, Sunny must adhere to Britian's protocol and rules, as well as cope with an overbearing aunt. Captain Rafe Cavendish, a man who vowed never to fall in love again, is drawn to Sunny and saves her life twice. Can he keep his distance from this beautiful and caring woman, or will he lose his heart to her and chance having it broken once again?
He stiffened beneath the gentle finger that traced the scar across his back.
“How did you get this?” a voice laced with concern came from behind.
Rafe spun around to find Sunny standing with a flask of water in her hand, and a most endearing look upon her beautiful face. “Don’t look at me like that.”
She neared him. “Like what?”
Frustration coursed through his body. “Like that . . . the way you are now, as if I was an injured animal in need of rescue.”
She gasped. “How do you know about my animals?”
“It doesn’t matter how,” he scowled. “I’d also advise you not go sneaking up behind a man wielding an axe. It could be disastrous.”
“I did not sneak up, in fact I called out your name twice,” she defended.
Frustration mounted to rage. “And so you thought touching me would be better?”
She ignored his anger. “How did you get that scar?”
He frowned at her audacity. “That’s none of your business.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow with an arm. “Why, what?”
“Why is it not my business?”
“Because it isn’t,” he retorted. “Nothing I do has any bearing on you at all.”
“How can you say that?” she argued. “We are friends, are we not? You are staying in my aunt’s home, helping my brother, you have saved me from my doom twice already . . . and you even know about my rescued animals. Why am I not part of your life as you are of mine . . . why can I not ask you a simple question?”
Her bold assessment to the rights of his privacy took him totally by surprise. He arched a brow. “You can ask any question you wish, it doesn’t mean I will answer.”
“Why are you so grumpy all the time?” she flung at him. “I can honestly say I have never met such a man, so out of sorts all the time, as you.”
“Why are you here bothering me while I’m working?” he spat, his rage becoming impossible to control.
“I peered out the window and saw you looking tired and warm, so I brought you a flask of water,” she said, holding out the container for him to take. “In my village when a man works hard a woman brings him something to drink.”
“Well, you are not in your village anymore,” he snapped, refusing to take the flask in spite of his growing thirst. “And it’s best you begin to realize it. You are in England, not Arizona. Women here do not touch men that are not their husbands unless they want to offer them something more then a flask of water.” He frowned. “Do you see, Miss Eagle?”
“What I see is that you are an ass, Captain Cavendish,” she replied with a curt response, pushing the flask into his hand and stalking away.
He threw the flagon to the ground and marched after her, turning her around by the shoulders. “You are bound and determined to get yourself caught into something you will definitely regret.”
“What I regret is ever trying to be nice to you,” she snapped. “You are a mean, bitter and confusing man and I . . .”
He could listen to no more, especially when the words were sprouting forth from the most desirable and tantalizing set of full lips he ever yearned to taste. And then the scent of her, the feel of her shoulders beneath his hands, the heat coursing through his flesh and filling his loins, was just too much for a man to ignore. He pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers, smothering her lips with demanding mastery. He took her with a savage intensity, crushing her to him.