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Feisty authors of Feisty Heroines!
D. F. Jones
Dr. Sharon A. Mitchell
I. D. Johnson
Margo Bond Collins
P. T. Macias
Ruth A. Casie
Tess St. John
Targeted Age Group:: heat level is 3. Appropriate for readers over 12+
Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 3 – PG-13
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
We are a group of authors that, frankly, are tired of those “do nothing and let a man rescue you,” heroines. So we came up with our ideal heroine – smart, feisty, sassy, and fiercely independent. It’s not that we don’t like a great hero, it’s simply that we think TOGETHER is better. Together, the hero and heroine solve mysteries, find solutions to problems, and, of course, fall in love along the way.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The authors thought long and hard about what makes up a feisty heroine. Strength of character, good morals, and personal values were key components in our stories. Our heroines may not even know how strong they are until the situation causes them to break out of their shell and shine. Perhaps it is a male hero that encourages the heroine to find that courage, or maybe a good friend, but in the end, it is the heroine that saves the day with her intelligence, her confidence, and her charm.
“Hey, Blue Eyes! Git your fine self over here!”
Casey dusted her hands on the back of her denim cutoffs, tucking her damp handkerchief back into her pocket. “What’s up, Mona?” Casey headed over to the plump woman who had helped her mother run the hospice home for over thirty years. Mona Malone, registered nurse, cook, and general repair woman had been a godsend for the Sparks family when Casey’s grandmother had suffered a stroke. Her boisterous manner, along with her sweet care, had eased the family’s sorrow. It had been Mona who suggested they transform the crumbling mansion into a hospice home. Casey’s mother jumped at it, fearing they would have to sell their homestead as taxes continued to rise. She and Mona ran the place while Casey attended business school. When Casey’s mother had been killed by a drunk driver, Casey quit her job and returned home to help Mona with the few patients they still had. That had been two years ago.
“Got a call from Jefferson City a few minutes ago. Looks like you were right in predicting the future, girl. They turned down our license renewal. Too many potential hazards in this old house,” Mona announced.
“Did you tell them we were fixing them? Updating?”
“Of course, I did! But you know the government, they only care about the rules.”
Casey sat down on the brown grass, thoroughly defeated. “Well, that’s that. I guess we better start packing.” She brushed at the tears that fell. Dammit! She had tried so hard. Why had that damn inspector come a week early? And why had the upstairs pipe burst in the blue suite during the inspection?
“What are you doing, girl? Get up! We got work to do,” Mona admonished her. “Getting the dead folk smell outta this here place before we turn it into a B & B is going to take some time and some Pine-Sol.”
Casey blinked, gaping at the older woman. “What are you talking about?”
“This place was a B & B before it was a hospice home, right? Your grandma—God rest her sweet soul—had turned it into one. So, let’s change it back. That realtor guy that was here yesterday was mumbling about historic charm and lots of land. Well, I say we steal his idea and do it ourselves!”
“Do you have any idea how much work is involved in that?” Casey squinted up at her. “Not to mention permits, renovation costs, insurance—”
“Oh, you’re just tired is all. Get on up and let’s have some lemonade while we think about this. Those air B & B’s are all the rage. We’ve got 12,000 square feet of common areas, five kitchenette suites, and eight regular suites. Some paint and wallpaper, a few repairs—we already got the inspection report, so we know what needs fixing—and we’re in business.”
“We would have to get permits from the Planning Commission. I mean, I guess I could go to the Historical Society for some help, but that’s an awful lot to take on.”
“Are you saying we can’t do it?” Mona scowled at her. “Where’s your backbone, girl?”
“We can do it all right,” Cassie corrected. “I’m just saying it’s going to take months. Where’s the income going coming from? We’d have to take out a loan. I don’t have that much left in savings. I was working on the repairs whenever any income was received.”
“Then get up and take a shower, pull out a fancy suit from the back of your closet, and make some appointments. We got no time to lose. That realtor is going to be back, and if he gets to it first, well, I’m just saying…”
Casey smiled at the older woman when she didn’t continue. “You’re just saying what?”
“I’m just saying you better not sass me. So, get on up there, that’s what I’m saying,” the older woman cackled.
Casey dusted off her bottom once more. It might just work, she thought as she hiked the rest of the way up the small hill toward Mona, who was already striding back into the kitchen.
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