THE CAPTAIN'S CHRISTMAS.
Where did the inspiration for The Captain's Christmas come from and why a
Interesting, I'm not sure. I'd planned on a western a la Linda Lael Miller. But this captain, she kept bossing me around. Wouldn't shut up. I ignored it, cuz yanno, time. But I ended up writing over 21k words in 2 days because she told me she wasn't going away. Nag, nag. Day and night and day. I can still hear her. "The people need to know, to read, damn it." Sigh. How can you argue with that? 21k in two days!! Can't argue with that!!
How did you come up with your characters? Did you draw inspiration from a real people or are they totally fictitious, or a bit of both?
I usually draw inspiration from real people, but no one specific. Like, I'm sitting at Costco and overhear something, then something in me says, what if this person was A looking for B but C is true? All of the sudden I'm knee deep in a story, or a new angle on my current work in progress.
What or who are you hoping to find in your Christmas stocking?
Well, *peers around carefully and squints* Is that Dean Winchester hiding behind your curtains? I'll take a side of him for Christmas—or anytime. Otherwise, would love a super seller *wink wink* or a lot of Da Vinci oil paints. Or Holbein oil pastels. Or Rembrandt soft pastels. Or. Or. *Cheeky grin* Anything artistic, or writing related would make me happy.
How do you and your family spend Christmas?
That's tough. We've had some lean mean ones and a couple really good ones, but invariably, I try to make a good dinner after everyone's had down time from waking up WAY too early to open presents. Usually, just me and the kids. Last year, was first time I didn't at least see all my kids. *sniff* I have two all grown up. This year I'm hoping to have at least one of them come around on Christmas.
And a few seasonal questions for you…
Favourite Christmas Menu?
Hillshire Farms Sausage, with cheeses, and crackers, and a vegetable tray. Would love to have the money to just do that one year... and homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
Favourite Christmas tradition?
Stockings. I love the stockings. The surprises, etc. The little things. Plus, I've made two heirloom cross-stitch stockings and hope to make more for my younger three.
If you could spend Christmas wherever you liked where would it be and why?
France because I've always wanted to take my kids there and let them hear French in the place, and I'm related to peeps there back in the day, so much ancestry research. Then the next year, Scotland, after much research in getting the proper tartans, meeting extended family and seeing their roots.
Thank you for dropping by Leona. Have a fantastic Christmas and I hope Santa, Father Christmas or St Nick....
*Can I have all of the above?:D*
...are good to you. And no you can't - well not unless you want to share!
And now here is what is hiding behind that beautiful cover. I love it!
THE CAPTAIN'S CHRISTMAS
RELEASE DATE DECEMBER 14TH AVAILABLE FOR PRE ORDER NOW
AT BREATHLESS PRESS
While on a rescue mission, Faraway must save her ship from pirates before they destroy her Christmas.
Captain Faraway Hastings sets off on what she thinks is a regular rescue mission, even if it did have the bad timing to be on Christmas. Disparate reports from the medical officer and captain of the downed ship cause her to look more closely at the situation.
Ethan Roarke, lieutenant commander and chief medical officer, is frustrated with the time it's taking for help to come. When he learns that his captain has neglected to inform their rescuers of the dire straits his people are in, he's angry and concerned. But worse, his loyalties are now torn between his captain who lied and the one trying to save them.
When Fara and Ethan meet, the attraction is immediate and strong despite the circumstances. But can Fara and Ethan discover the pirates hidden amongst them before they kill everyone on the ship? Or are they doomed to miss out on their chance of a Merry Christmas?
"I assure you, my people can count. And the tally with the last group waiting below is," she pushed some buttons on her wrist unit. "Seven hundred twenty eight men, women, and children. Would you like the breakdown?"
"I'm telling you. I have a complete list of our manifest here, and there are less than six hundred people, sir."
They stared at each other. "Well," she said after a beat of silence. "It seems we have ourselves some stowaways. Possibly—likely—dangerous ones."
"The other ship. I didn't think about it, but there were two main directions that the largest groups came from. That means," he stopped and looked to see if she'd had the same thought.
"That means, Lieutenant Commander Medical Officer Ethan Roarke, that as I'd suspected before landing my first shuttle there, the enemy is amongst us."
"Why would they do that? Why would my captain not tell me or you?"
"You know him better than I, but my take is he's trying to protect us. That, in his opinion, telling us would put us in more danger than not knowing. I happen to disagree. Knowledge is power in my experience."
"And mine," he replied. "It's not like him to withhold this type of information from me. He'd normally want me to be apprised so I can adequately prepare my medical team for the right kind of injuries. Have you asked the first officer?"
"No. I will do so once everyone's on board."
"He's in sickbay from injuries during the walk."
"Thank you for the information. In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open. It goes without saying that I don't like having an enemy on my ship."
"Any more than I like that my captain may be responsible for allowing it to happen." Somehow, during the last part of their conversation, their voices had become quieter, as if they were afraid of being overheard. He'd placed himself so they were practically touching by the last word. When she said ship, a puff of air had landed on his lips. Their closeness made the tone of his response sound intimate as he dropped his volume in reaction to her closeness.
"I don't like hotheaded medics," she whispered.
"And I don't like pushy, bossy captains," he replied just as softly.
"Then you're going to hate me," she said and kissed him.
Leona Bushman lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and children writing, painting, gardening, running, camping, or just reading or crafting. She also loves to swim but rarely gets a chance to as she's busy chasing after the three of five children still left at home. Sassy and saucy, she can be found writing about her trials and errors as a mom and writer at the following places:
The website: http://www.leonajbushman.com
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Books currently out with Breathless Press:
The Ulfric's Mate http://www.breathlesspress.com/ulfrics-mate Book 1 in The War of the Weres series
Ravaged anthology http://www.breathlesspress.com/ravaged introduces the werebears and couple new characters to The War of the Weres series
Rick Sexed Up the Doc (Naughty Nursery Rhyme) http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=12&products_id=394
If you want more of her, she's found on twitter as often as not at @L_Bushman just follow and don't be a spammer. She follows back if you look like a real person. Besides werewolves, she also likes zombies, vampires, dragons, and fairies. You're likely to catch her attention if you talk to her about any of the above. Or sports. She loves sports but rarely gets a chance to indulge that love. So speak up!
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