Romantic Fiction Author Rusty Blackwood Shares Her April Newsletter 2018 …
- Posted on 27th April 2018
- in Best Romance Novels, Newsletters, The Perils of Autumn, Thoughts& Views, Willow's Walk
- by admin
Courtesy of Google images © 2018
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Romantic Fiction Author Rusty Blackwood Shares Her April Newsletter 2018 …
Welcome everyone and thank you for joining me once again for my end of month Newsletter, this one being for April. The time is flying, we are fast closing the fourth month of 2018 already. Hardly seems possible yet when you check the calendar it reveals it only too well.
I began my public events last month with a book-signing for my 5-star, award-winning romantic fiction drama, Willow’s Walk, on March 3rd at Seaway Mall Coles in Welland, Ontario. This month I was slated to sign Willow at Indigo Ancaster on April 15th, but I unfortunately had to cancel that event due to the ice storm that slammed the Niagara and Hamilton area that weekend. However, that signing has been re-scheduled for June 3rd from 1 – 4 pm and you may check out the signage for this upcoming book-signing by taking this secure link https://www.facebook.com/events/414413069021094/
I am planning to keep events to once a month up to June, taking July and August off, and resuming in the fall.
May is right around the corner and with-it Mother’s Day, and to celebrate this lovely day, as well as mother’s everywhere, I will be signing SPECIALLY PRICED copies of my 5-star Willow’s Walk at Pen Center Coles in St. Catharines, Ontario from 1 – 4 pm on May 12th. This is a fantastic chance to pick up this riveting 5-star read that is one you will not soon forget. For full information on this upcoming event, take this secure link: https://www.facebook.com/events/2025875314107935/
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The working book-cover for The Perils of Autumn. Image courtesy of Google Images ©
I am greatly enjoying the creation of my upcoming romantic fiction drama, The Perils of Autumn, a heart-touching story centering around Autumn Leeves, a newly graduated nurse who is sent to care for the terminally-ill wife of successful English equestrian master Cyril Landon. Cyril is the owner of Landon Lawns Stables, located in a posh community just outside Lexington Kentucky known as The Meadows. The highly respected stables also employ top-notch jockey Duff Taylor, well renown in his field, and unfortunately one who carries a dark secret; a secret he will go to any length to conceal.
I offer you an insightful look into the novel by sharing an exciting excerpt from Chapter 44:
Thundering Hooves
“I was told we have a horse and rider down just beyond the first jump! From what I can see they are back on their feet now. It appears to be number five, the dark bay from Roxbury Stables, though all seems fine! Horse and rider can still catch the rest but they’ll have to book it! All entries are holding together in a solid pack, heading for jump five, a four-foot oxer preceded by a narrow Liverpool. The horses are running fast, losing no time between jumps, but the riders are going to have to pace their mounts in order to avoid a huge bottleneck when they get to the Canal Turn. Stay with me, folks, as I continue to bring you the live action — WHOA!! Another spill has occurred while taking the seventh jump! Three horses leapt together and the number three rider representing Grey Squirrel Stables has fallen to the ground! The next group is closing in on the jump — get out of there number three! … Phew! He made it to the side just in time but his horse has galloped off the course. I can see two handlers in the back field trying to flag him down. Kentucky Bluegrass Elites is making a move, followed immediately by Anderson Ryder Stables closing in on the chestnut’s left back flank. The huge black stallion belonging to Bluegrass Acres is making a surprising move, coming from the back and giving heat to those in front. The horses are now approaching the number nine jump that of a five-foot, four-inch hedge, rather wide in width that is causing the mighty steeds to stretch their bodies to the limit while in flight. There appears to be two horses running neck in neck, leading the pack, but they are not only leading the rest, the feisty sorrel that was giving his rider grief in the gate appears to be crowding number nine, the dapple-grey belonging to Landon Lawns Stables … The rider of the grey is experiencing difficulty, folks! It appears as if his left boot has come out the stirrup. He’s fighting to hold his balance yet is not slowing his horse. The sorrel is now pulling ahead, determined to leave the grey behind as they barrel toward the next jump!”
Autumn could barely stand what she was hearing. She could see the horses now barreling down the back stretch, seemingly to be in the air more than the on the track, and her breath caught in her throat with each jump taken. She knew this sport could be demanding – even treacherous – but to actually watch it first hand was something she wished to not be witnessing. Oh my God, Cyril, she thought in horror, pins and needles running rampant along her arms that were encased around William. She didn’t need to voice her thoughts for her actions screamed them. This was almost too much. Hold on, my love! You have to hold on!
“He has to make it to the finish line, William!” she screamed, totally frantic.
“He will be fine, Miss Autumn. He’s a seasoned rider, rode these events many times. He knows what he’s doing, and so does Dan. You must hang in there.”
“Easier said than done, I’m afraid, the announcer said Cyril’s foot looked to be out of the stirrup – didn’t you hear that?! How long can he hold his balance, especially going that speed?!”
William tightened his hold around her shoulders, trying his best to calm her. “You must trust, Autumn. You know his ability, don’t lose faith.”
“I’m trying not to, William, but I can’t help thinking about his back. He’s not as strong as he lets on. If anything happens to him I’ll never forgive myself.”
“You could not have stopped him if you’d tried. Cyril has always had a will of his own, and the drive that goes with it. He’s fine. Try and zero in on that fact.”
“This race is turning into a barn-burner, folks! We are certainly getting action that many in the stands might not have been prepared for. However, it is exciting. This is what a steeplechase is all about! The horses are keeping together, taking the jumps together, however no-one is giving up their position, but there can only be one winner. Bluegrass Acres is now moving up the inside rail making it obvious he’s going for it, but the sorrel and dapple-grey are the front contenders for the blue ribbon, running neck and neck, both riders remaining low on their backs at to keep the wind resistance to a minimum. They are now closing in on the last bend before heading for the dangerous Canal Turn. With the absence of the treacherous Becher’s Brook, the Canal Turn becomes fully as dangerous. They must not bottleneck, and the immediate turn to the left has to be made almost in mid-air as they are taking the jump — my God another horse is down! It’s number two from Lexington Thoroughbreds! The horse was running last – good thing really as neither he nor his rider have to be concerned as to who will run them over!”
“I can’t stand this!” Autumn protested, trying to hold her vision on the two front running horses yet turning her enlarged eyes away, only to reverse them to their prior position.
The two front runners were closing in on the impending Canal Turn, both running at top speed; riders scrunched low on their backs as those thundering behind barreled frightfully close. In the actual Grand National this jump is actually feared by jockeys knowing the statics surrounding falls and mishaps. As it stood, the grey and the sorrel would ascend the jump together, make their turn to the left as soon as they touched the ground, and simultaneously straighten their course leading to the finish line. Those running closely behind would do the exact same. The run for the post would be the fastest in the entire course. Dapper Dan had accomplished this feat thrice before, the sorrel from Fancy Prance Farms had accomplished it twice, however it presently appeared as if they would both cross together — that is if they managed to clear the jump.
As the horses bore down on the imposing hurdle, Autumn screamed, “They’re nearing that awful jump, William! Oh my God, please be with him – don’t let him fall!”
“This will tell it, folks! The Canal Turn is directly before the two front runners. It’s going to be close! … It’s coming … coming … they are in the air! This is a nail-biter, folks! Watch out! — The horses appear to have collided directly above the jump! Hold on, boys! I don’t believe this – the sorrel has fallen! Oh my God, he’s down! Number eight belonging to Fancy Prance Farms is down!! The grey has now cleared the horrendous hurdle but the others are making the jump! The sorrel is on his feet – he’s run off the course but the rider is still on the ground! Where did he go?! … It appears as if he has scurried to the side of the jump! He should be protected as long as the others clear safely. The grey has slowed; it appears as if he’s stopping — No! He’s gaining back his gate, going for the finish, but the third place Bluegrass Acres has taken up position on the grey’s right flank. It’s going to be close, folks!”
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I had hoped to have this exciting novel ready for release in late spring, but it will not be releasing until early, possibly late fall of this year. One does not write a full-length novel in a few months – at least I don’t – and I hope it will be both anticipated and celebrated when it is released.
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It is always a pleasure for me to share with you my news, opinions, and thoughts through the writing of the monthly Newsletter. I also hope you enjoy catching up with me through your reading of it.
I always love to hear your comments, opinions, questions, and views so don’t be shy, send them my way either at my official website www.rusty-blackwood.com where you may also access my Facebook and Twitter pages, or by emailing me at writerrusty@hotmail.ca.
As always, I would like to thank each of you for your generous and ongoing support of my work through the many outlets you choose to do so, and remember, support your local authors, as well as all your local talent in the Arts.
Until next month – Cheers!
Rusty B.
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