Showing posts with label Clipper ships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clipper ships. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

New Release!!!

Staking Claim is now available from most ebook venues. I'm still working on the print book. I know, moving, grandkids, and building a house have gotten in the way.

This book is more a historical romance than a western. The story takes place on a clipper ship from Liverpool to New York, then by train to Chicago, and on to Oregon.

Here is the blurb for the second book in the Halsey Homecoming trilogy. 

Deceit, contradictions, and lies.
On a ship bound for America, Colin Healy encounters a contradictory woman, whose beauty and grace intrigues him.

Livie Leatherby boards the ship as an imposter to get the information she needs to save her family. Befriending Sir Colin Healy is easy with his chivalrous tendencies. But she soon realizes discovering his past marks him for death.

Forced together to stay one step ahead of the Lord set on killing Colin for his estate, can these two get past the lies and deceit that has brought them together before one or the other meets their demise?

Excerpt
Back up on deck, Colin stood at the ship’s railing watching the dock workers load the cargo destined for New York. A glimpse of bright blue in the periphery of his vision, turned his attention to a small entourage headed to the ship’s gang plank.

There was no mistaking the long, bright blue coat and large, overly-flowered hat.

Where were the people now following her when he came to her aid earlier?

A servant girl followed the young woman. She carried what looked like a hat box and two men followed her carrying two large trunks on their shoulders. While the woman’s stride was self-assured, her head pivoted back and forth, her gaze taking in everything.

Why would someone clearly of gentry, use a sailing ship to travel when not one hundred feet away the Campania, a steamship in the Cunard line, was getting ready to set sail for America as well?

Before he registered his own movements, Colin discovered himself standing beside Captain Whiteside at the gangplank. The jovial captain enjoyed welcoming the passengers.

One of the reasons Colin picked going home by sailing ship rather than the faster steamship was to have fewer passengers to deal with, or in his case, hide from. He wasn’t a socializer like his sister, Shayla. He tended to have his mother’s trait of enjoying themselves just fine when alone or with family. Taking the slower sailing vessel gave him the option of never setting foot in a proper dining room or having to sit through conversations with strangers.

“Welcome!” boomed Captain Whiteside as the young woman stepped from the gangplank onto the vessel.

“Thank you, Captain.” She touched a gloved hand to her hat, then touched her earlobe showing beneath upswept copper-colored hair.

Colin didn’t want to think he was partial to red hair due to his mother’s fiery locks. This woman’s upswept hair was a more subtle hue. He found the shiny copper color mesmerizing.

“Your name?” Captain Whiteside inquired, holding a script with names and cabin numbers.

“Miss Olivia Leatherby.” The woman’s green gaze drifted from the captain to Colin. Her eyes widened, showing she recognized him from earlier. She made no move to thank or acknowledge him, and her gaze quickly returned to the captain.

Why didn’t she at least acknowledge my presence? Colin continued to study the young woman. The more he saw, the more he was intrigued. She was a good head shorter than he, but her curves and the way she set her feet to take the sway of the ship proved she wouldn’t float away in a good breeze.
 
“Miss Leatherby, you will be staying in first cabin twelve.” Captain Whiteside tooted on his whistle and the cabin boy hurried forward.  “Jack, take Miss Olivia Leatherby to first cabin twelve.”

“Aye, Captain.” The young boy waved his hand for the woman and her belongings to follow.
Cabin twelve. That was two cabins down from Colin. Being practically neighbors, bumping into one another would be unavoidable.

He’d moved back to his spot at the railing when his gaze landed on another passenger whose fashionable attire and haughty manner didn’t fit with the usual sailing passenger. He’d come across a few men like this one since his return to England and taking charge of his estate. Why would a man of this class take a clipper rather than a steamship? He was the type who would think the accommodations on a clipper ship beneath him.

The wind didn’t carry the man’s name to him by the railing as Captain Whiteside greeted the stranger. It didn’t matter. He could always ask the cabin boy or the captain the gentleman’s name.

He turned his attention to the smoke puffing out of the Compania. A dark gray cloud puffed out adding more somber gray to the day. Passengers lined the deck of the steamship, waving at the people on the docks.

He could have been on that ship, surrounded by all the people and traveling in luxury, but he preferred the slower pace of the sailing vessel. He’d used his newly acquired connections in the shipping world to obtain a first cabin on the Americana. While he didn’t need the luxuries one had while on a steam ship, he did prefer traveling on a sailing ship in first class. The rooms were slightly larger, giving enough room to not feel as if he slept in a coffin, and the food, while not being served as elegantly, was filling and tasty.

The quiet, solitude, and time would allow him to go over the ideas his cousin Denis had handed him as he left Meath Hall. Even though he was excited to return to his family in Sumpter, he had become accustomed to riding about the thousand-acre estate talking to the tenants and discussing the best ways for them to grow better crops and livestock. Growing up, all he knew was mining, but living here, overseeing the land, he felt a kinship to both the people and the land.

“I guess you can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the boy.” He grinned and headed to the first-class section of the ship. There would be a few more hours of spring sunlight streaming through his port hole. He’d best take advantage of the light to read the ideas Denis submitted.
He entered the covered stairwell and stopped. Angry words flowed up the opening.

“I heard you were late.” The steely deep tone sounded like a threat.

“Ah had to say good-bye…”


He knew that soft wispy voice. Colin hurried down the stairs.


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Friday, June 06, 2014

Be ye a landlubber or a sea salt?


This latest manuscript I've been writing has taken me down more avenues than any other, I think. At least the Isabella books are pretty much the Native American culture in the story and the setting that I had to do the most research, and of course the illegal activities. They seemed less daunting than the things I've come up against with Staking Claim.

Other historical books I've written required research into the time period, the setting, and sometimes occupations. Half of Staking Claim is set on a Clipper ship. I've had to research the ins and outs of a 19th century Clipper Ship. The food served, the accommodations, the time it takes from point A to point B, and some of the jargon. Then they arrive in New York City. I had to do some research about that city at the time of my story and discover which were the best train routes West and which they could take when trying to escape someone after them. Then I had to get them from New York to Chicago. After Chicago I had to get them on to Oregon.

After dissecting the travel I had to then discover how to make my Scots-Irish American who is a Baronet of an English estate follow the traits I gave him as a twelve-year-old in a previous book. He wasn't as hard to discover what buttons to push to make him show emotion.  The villain, I had to read up on British titles and decide his family, his upbringing, and his nastiness.

The heroine has been a whole different problem. She's someone who made it out of the slums to work as a maid in the villain's family's townhouse. Even though she loathes the villain she is working for him to save her brother. she can't shed her lower class way of talking and doesn't really fool anyone when she portrays the daughter of a baron. Learning the correct way for her to talk and not make the reader's eyes cross has been a fun research project, but is now making the revision on the story take longer than I'd planned. The good thing is she will definitely have her own voice in the story.

How do you feel about real sounding dialog? Love it?  Hate it? Depends?

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Across the Pond- the evolution of a story

The book I've just started "stewing and brewing" is the next Halsey Homecoming Book with Colin Healy-Miller as the hero.

For those who need a refresher; he is the son from Aileen Miller's first marriage and Aileen's third husband is Ethan Halsey. Clear as mud? ;) Aileen is Scots and married an Irishman, Patrick Healy, when Scots were run out of their homeland and went to Ireland. Patrick's mother was English. His parents both died and when his grandmother in England passed away an estate in England was left to him.

As the story goes, his English relatives weren't happy the estate was left to an Irishman and Aileen believed that was why he was killed. She fled to America with Colin, married an abusive man, and after his death, Ethan Halsey wanted a portion of her land. They locked horns and eventually hearts. In  Miner in Petticoats, Zeke and Maeve are on the job as Pinkertons tracking down the murderer of young boys. It turns out to be a hired killer looking for Colin, to make sure the English land stays in the hands of the English Healys.

At the beginning of Doctor in Petticoats, Ethan, Aileen, Colin, and Shayla all go to England to decide what to do with the estate.

The beginning of Staking Claim, Colin's story in the Halsey Homecoming trilogy, Colin has been in England tending the estate and is now taking a clipper ship back to the United States. On board he becomes infatuated with a young woman who isn't what she seems. And this is where I find myself delving into research that I've so far stayed away from.


I will be researching the hierarchy of English peers, the "rules" and etiquette of being a person of peerage and being as fumbling at it all as my character who is trying to pull off being a lady when she has been working in factories since she was eight.

Did I get your attention?