In recent years, Cinco de Mayo has become a popular holiday, rivaling St. Patrick's Day for drunken revelry. But it wasn't always an international holiday. It started in the Mexican state of Puebla and Mexican-American communities in the US to celebrate the victory of Mexican forces over the invading French army May 5, 1862. A triumph of New World democracy over Old World tyranny.
For Cinco de Mayo, I want to share one of my favorite Western romances, written by my friend Dee Ann Palmer, even though it predates Cinco de Mayo by about 30 years. The book takes place in the rancho period before California became a state and I think the author does a great job of re-creating the culture and lifestyle of the rancheros and their families, as well as the dangers from a harsh climate and roving bands of the native Americans displaced by the Europeans.
Where Eagles Cry is not just a Western, though. I like to think of it as California Gothic: Jane Eyre meets Zorro.
Where Eagles Cry
By Dee Ann Palmer
Western Historical Romance
Blurb:
Jilted by love in 1834, Cara Lindsay sails from Boston to Mexico’s rugged California to begin a new life with a favorite aunt. Heartbroken to learn her aunt has died, she takes a companionship position to the wife of Don Miguel Navarro, the tough and irresistible owner of a major inland rancho.
Prior to her arrival, Miguel’s wife had suffered a permanent brain injury in a suspicious fall, and the lonely ranchero’s heart opens to Cara’s kindness and beauty like parched earth to rain. Yet love may break Cara’s heart again, for she would never be any man’s mistress. Until ships sail for Boston months away, she’s trapped in the midst of danger and an impossible love.
When the bells ring and the eagle cries, will she be the next to die?
Excerpt:
A fire flamed orange in the grate on the far side of the room. Don Miguel Navarro, her new employer, stood near it, the light dancing off the dark surface of one boot as it rested on the hearth. He gazed into the fire, his thoughts apparently elsewhere for he was not aware of her presence.
Cara stood quietly just inside the door, studying this man who looked every inch the noble in black velvet breeches and a close fitting jacket that ended at the waist. The tails of the wide, scarlet sash he wore lay on his lifted thigh, and there was a sensuality about him she could not deny. It drew her in, tugged at her, interested her. He was younger than she'd expected, tall and broad shouldered. The flickering firelight below locked his finely chiseled profile in mystery, and his lashes cast a shadow on the sculptured cheek nearest her.
She drew closer, speaking in the soft Spanish of the gentry, just as Papa had taught her. "Excuse me, señor. Your aunt said you wanted to see me."
Withdrawing his foot from the hearth, he straightened, turning with a fluid grace of movement that stopped her breath in her throat and made her heart race. But then her hand flew to her mouth to hide the tiny gasp that escaped her, for the face she had just seen in profile, and which now she saw fully, was the face of the man on the roan. She stood with her mouth open, seeing in her mind's eye the wide hand raised once more, feeling the sharp slap of a glove across the other vaquero’s face. She completely forgot her intention of keeping her eyes decorously lowered.
In those brief moments of shock, his dark gaze bored into hers, and she wondered if he could read her thoughts and knew the distaste she'd felt at his action that day.
Yet Cara could not look away. His eyes held her, pulling her into their depths, their darkness, and the attraction she had felt when she first saw him on the roan flooded her now. Now, she realized with shock that if he motioned with just one finger to come to him, she would go into his arms.
The worst of it was she sensed he would welcome her there.
Horrified at her feelings, she closed her mouth and pushed the thoughts away. She was behaving like a school girl besotted by a man she did not even know.
"Welcome to Rancho Navarro, Señorita Lindsay. Our house is your house." He inclined his head slightly in recognition.
His voice matched his body, unintentionally yet unaccountably sensual, and the Spanish invitation of welcome was sincere. He motioned to her now, but it was an invitation to be seated, and she moved forward as if drawn by him. It was as if his hand had touched hers, searing it with sensations she had never known before. Not even with Baird, who was once her fiancé.
She could not sit. Instead, she stood behind the chair and gripped its back for courage.
He turned again to the fire and spoke. "You have met my...wife?"
The spell broke.
Available at Amazon, BN/Nook and Smashwords.
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What will you be doing for Cinco de Mayo? It's a pretty big deal here in So. California, but me? I'll be watching my favorite competition show, The Voice on NBC, una cerveza in hand. The exciting life of an author...
Linda
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Saturday, May 3, 2014
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Authors of Sweetwater Springs Christmas Part 2
This month, I've been featuring the authors of Sweetwater Springs Christmas in a series of blog posts, excerpted with permission from an article by E. Ayers in the December issue of HDR. This is Part 2 of the author interviews. Part 1 can be found below, and click here to read an interview with Debra Holland.
We have E. Ayers, Linda Carroll-Bradd, MJ Fredrick, Paty Jager, Jill Marie Landis, Linda McLaughlin, Trish Milburn, Bev Pettersen, Tori Scott, and Cynthia Woolf as contributors to this anthology with us, and a slew of questions for them. Today's questions focus on life in the Old West and Christmas traditions.
If you
could go back in time, would you love to live in Sweetwater Springs, Montana,
in the 1880-1900? If so why, if not, why not? Or is there another place you'd
like to visit at that time?
Linda McLaughlin: I’m a city kid by birth, so I would
probably rather go to Denver or San Francisco.
Jill Marie Landis: I wouldn’t mind visiting
Sweetwater Springs 1885 or so, but not in the winter and definitely not for a
long period of time. I love all the modern conveniences we have now. What would
I do without the DVR, my icemaker, and my hot tap water?
Paty Jager: I wouldn’t mind passing through
Sweetwater Springs on my way to Pendleton, Oregon. That time in history was so
raw in the western states. As a wife and mother I would have had a lot of hard
work to do, but at the same time there would have been some fun times too that you
don’t see so much of now, like the town picnics, and folks pulling together to
help one another.
By 1895,
many women were still riding sidesaddle, yet plenty were riding in a regular
saddle. If you were living then, which would you have preferred?
Paty Jager: I would have been riding a regular
saddle. Growing up, I spent many hours on my horse riding the mountain behind
our house. Most of that time I rode without a saddle and without my shoes. I’d
lay back on my horse, Junebug’s, back and stare up through the leaves of the
birch, alder, and pine trees. Those moments I would love to have back again.
Bev Pettersen: Astride, definitely. I’ve ridden
sidesaddle a couple times and found it very difficult. I have nothing but
admiration for those tough ladies who jump fences in a sidesaddle. It’s also
harder for the horse to stay balanced.
Tori Scott: I would have to ride in a regular saddle.
I'd be afraid of falling off riding sidesaddle.
Do you
ride? English or western? When was the last time you were on a horse? Any
special thoughts on riding?
E. Ayers: I grew up riding. My lessons were in
English, but I often rode western or bareback. My favorite horse was Bachelor,
an old retired racehorse. His trot was so smooth. He hated kids, but seemed to
love me, maybe because I'd do extra stuff when grooming him, such as braiding
him with ribbons, and I always had an apple or something as a treat. I haven't
been on a horse since right before my wedding and that was a long time ago!
Paty Jager: I ride western. The last time I rode was
about a month or so ago. I have three horses and a burro. One horse is my
husband’s, but he always says they are all mine. I would love to ride more than
I do, but lately it’s been a time factor. I’m hoping when we get moved to our
other ranch, I’ll have more time to ride.
Bev Pettersen: I try to ride every day although my
horse is quite happy if I skip. When I was younger I rode English, which was
necessary to jump, but now I’m totally western and loved the relaxed seat and
longer stirrups.
Cynthia Woolf: Western and the last time I was on a
horse, was in 1987. But I grew up with horses. My dad was a cowboy, real-life
working cowboy, when he met my mom. We always had horses until he died when I
was five. When I was a teenager, my brother arranged for us to have one of my
uncle's horses for the summer and I rode every day.
Trish Milburn: Sadly, no. It’s on my bucket list.
I’ve only been on a horse twice, and it did not end well either time. Let’s
just say that the ground and I got acquainted.
Are you a
traditional girly-girl who would prefer the fancy dresses of the time or would
you have chosen a simple riding skirt and Nell blouse or the new
"athletic" pantaloons under a shorter skirt?
Linda McLaughlin: I’ve never been a girly-girl, so I
would have been more comfortable in a skirt and blouse, and I probably would
have liked the pantaloons. I almost never wear dresses any more.
MJ Fredrick: I’d go with the riding skirt and blouse,
for the ease of movement. I’m a jeans gal, so I like comfort! I have actually
found a pattern for a cool riding skirt--I’d love to make it some day.
Jill Marie Landis: Probably the pantaloons. Or else
I’d probably be the talk of the town in someone’s Levis.
Linda Carroll-Bradd: I’m similar to my heroine, Richelle,
and would have chosen pantaloons and shorter skirt, or bloomers.
In 1895:
bicycle, horse, or carriage? Why?
Tori Scott: Carriage. I like to take the easy route.
Jill Marie Landis: Carriage, preferably with a hired
driver. Second choice would be a bicycle.
Linda Carroll-Bradd: Within town, a bicycle offers
more freedom of movement.
Trish Milburn: Carriage. I am so uncoordinated on a
bike, it’s quite sad. And see above comment about my unfortunate forays into
horseback riding.
Paty Jager: Horse! I’ve never had good control over a
bicycle. Riding a horse you can go more places than you can with either bicycle
or a carriage.
Tori Scott: Carriage. I like to take the easy route.
Linda McLaughlin: Trolley car. I’m a city kid,
remember?
Is there
anything about the holiday other than the religious significance that you'd
like to share with the world?
Jill Marie Landis: Christmas on Kauai (an “outer”
island) is more low key than Christmas on the mainland. We aren’t as bombarded
with the commercialism, the Black Friday sales, the “in your face”
better-get-shopping-frenzy that goes on over there. The weather is always the
same, around a balmy 80 degrees. The tourists flock here to enjoy Christmas so
most people are on the job to make the visitors happy on Christmas Day. Most of
the transplants living here head back to the mainland to celebrate with family.
Traditional Christmas foods come from all over the world as the islands are a
melting pot of Hawaiian, Portuguese, Filipino, Japanese, Chinese and Heinz 57
variety heritages. You can’t beat luau food for Christmas; pulled kalua pork,
macaroni potato salad, white rice, lomilomi
salmon, catch of the day fish, and poi.
Yum. Oh, and steamy coconut pudding.
For your
Christmas tree in 1895:
Molded
glass ornaments from Germany?
Handcrafted
wooden ones?
Fancy
Victorian ones with lots of feathers in bright colors?
Paper or
other homemade ornaments?
Bev Pettersen: Handcrafted wooden ones - won’t break
if the kids or animals knock the tree over and will look good for years
Paty Jager: Handcrafted wooden ones and paper or
other homemade ornaments would be on the tree. When you craft something
yourself it brings more love and caring to the holiday. I make a gingerbread
people garland, decorating the people to represent each of the immediate family
members.
Tori Scott: We're pretty simple people, so I'd
probably go with handcrafted wooden ones.
Trish Milburn: Molded glass from Germany. First, they
sound pretty. And also, my mother’s family came from Germany before the
Revolution, so there would be a sort of family connection.
Cynthia Woolf: I have glass ornaments that have been
handed down in my family since I was a little girl and some tin ones too. I
collect Christmas ornaments so I have some wooden ones that move, golden
sleighs cut out of a sheet of brass, paper ornaments made by my youngest niece
and nephew when they were small. Crocheted angels. Victorian paper houses. I
have almost too many ornaments to fit on one tree.
Linda Carroll-Bradd: Women in my family were/are
needle workers so my Christmas tree has ornaments that were crocheted, knitted,
sewed and tatted from my grandmothers, mother and ones I’ve made. My favorite
was a brown corduroy gingerbread man my mom made when I was in college. She
stuck whole cloves inside, sewed thin rick-rack around the edges and used pearl
buttons for facial features. For many years, the scent of cloves greeted me
when the ornament box was opened.
MJ Fredrick: Paper or other homemade ornaments?
Definitely paper and homemade ornaments. I love to do crafts, and one of the
crafts I used to do, when my eyesight was better, was Scherenschnitte, the
German art of paper cutting. My tree used to be covered with those kinds of
ornaments, along with primitive-looking fabric ornaments. I thought the look
was so pretty, and reminded me of Little House on the Prairie.
Jill Marie Landis: I think I’d probably have them all
on my tree (that’s how my tree is now, an eclectic mix). But if I have to
choose, I’d take the molded glass ornaments from Germany. I love their
fragility and I think they’d look lovely with candlelight glinting off of them.
A little side note, one of the importers of German glass ornaments was F.W.
Woolworth.
E. Ayers: In 1895, I would have had the ones from
Germany. My great-grandmother's family came from Germany and I still have a few
of those ornaments along with some very old china ones. I don't dare put them
on the tree with a cat in the house. But I probably would have loved all the
feathers of a "modern Victorian" tree.
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Come celebrate the holidays in 1895 Sweetwater Springs, Montana, as ten Western Romance authors join New York Times Bestselling author DEBRA HOLLAND in telling SHORT STORIES of love and laughter, heartbreak and healing, and most of all, Christmas joy.
Available at Amazon in both e-book and trade paperback format.
Season's Greetings!
Linda
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