I thought it would be a really nice touch to open our Program season with a guest post. What will follow is a post by Phyliss Miranda, who will be speaking at our September 21, 2013 meeting.
A native Texan, New York Times and USA Today award-winning author Phyliss Miranda still believes in the Code of the Old West and loves to share her love for antiques, the lost art of quilting, and the Wild West.
Visit her at www.phylissmiranda.com .
She blogs the first Tuesday of each month at http://petticoatsandpistols.com/
She blogs the first Tuesday of each month at Petticoatsandpistols.com. Come to our meeting at the Amarillo Senior Citizens’ Center at 1217 S. Tyler. Sign in is at 9:00 and Phyliss will begin at 9:30. If you sign up for a box lunch from Baker Bros. before 10:00 you can join us after that for a critique session.
Now I’ll let Phyliss take over.
I’m honored to introduce you to Nicodemus Dartmouth, my hero, in my September 5th eKensington release The Tycoon and the Texan.
Before we begin with the interview, I’d like to give you the background on both how I selected the plot and Nick’s last name. I truly believe it was a gift from above.
My husband and I have friends who we’ve known for over forty years and vacationed with since their boys and our girls were young.
In 2002, my DH and I were on our way to meet them in Florida when we received a call, thank goodness for cell phones, that Harry had emergency heart surgery. He was in a coma, and the future was uncertain. We immediately turned our car north and headed for Dartmouth Medical Center where he laid critically ill for weeks. We were determined not to leave until he and Pat were safely home under their own roof. And, that we did.
One day while sitting in the waiting room, my attention was drawn to a show on TV, you know the ones up in the corner of the room you have to crane your neck to see and can barely hear, that pertained to a foundation’s auction of bachelors for charity. That seeded the idea for a story about a strong, multi-millionaire who ends up buying an ugly duckling at his own foundation’s charity ball. Of course, she had to be from Texas and his name had to be as strong and willful as my character, so Nicodemus Dartmouth was born.
Let’s get on with learning more about Nicodemus Dartmouth. I’m gonna let him tell you about himself first, and then he’ll answer some questions.
I don’t really like being referred to as a tycoon because I see myself as just another hardworking man in his 30’s. I have to admit being a product of a wealthy, widowed mother, who I don’t always see eye-to-eye with, did have its benefits. I worked my fingers to the bone to establish one of the largest construction firms on the west coast, while being CEO of Mother’s charity … the Elliott-Dartmouth foundation. I own a Double A baseball farm team and love to workout with my players. Mother is pretty well appalled when I show up at the office with bloody road rash showing through a tear in my baseball pants. By the way, Josie, the Foundation Director and mother hen, thinks I belong in the dog pound. I have one supporter in the organization, well most of the time, and that’s McCall Johnson, who used to be my secretary at the construction company until I transferred her over to the foundation when I found myself crawling up twenty stories of red iron thinking about her.
Now back to the charity auction that Phyliss mentioned. Mother thought it was a grand idea to auction off bachelorettes, while I told her from the start it was a bad, really bad idea. She called me into the office to go over the final arrangements, including the table decorations. I need to be out at the construction company offices arranging for a shipment of material we don’t need to be shipped to Habitat for Humanity, but no I’m standing here looking at a bunch of flowers stuffed in a vase. I won’t even tell you what I think about them because Mother sure didn’t approve of my description.
The auction was a nightmare, just as I had predicted, although it raised a lot of money for the foundation … a good bit coming from me.
The jinx I apparently put on the event began when one of the bachelorettes called in sick and our resident Texan McCall Johnson was forced to step in. In an unexpected turn of events, and I have to admit a bit of jealousy on my part to boot, I ended up paying what McCall called “a vulgar” amount for a week-long date with her.
That began our adventures … seven days to Texas.
I wanted so badly to show her that our lives weren’t that much different, but at every turn, I hit a roadblock. From nearly cutting my finger off trying to prepare dinner on my private boat for her to seeing a ghost on Harris Grade coming out of Lompoc, California, something got in my way of showing her that I don’t get everything I want, although she thinks I do.
It took me the full seven days, plus some while visiting her Granny’s ranch in Texas, but I finally succeeded at showing the independent, spirited, uprooted Texan that our lives aren’t as different as it might seem, only to find that we are more alike than I ever dreamed … including our secrets.
I hope you’ll go buy The Tycoon and the Texan by native Texan, Phyliss Miranda, so you can learn more about me and Miss McCall Johnson. By the way, if I have my way, she won’t be a Miss much longer.