Rusty B’s November Newsletter 2020…

• Posted on 28th November 2020
• in Newsletters, Romance Drama, Romance Fiction, Romantic Fiction, Romantic Fiction Author Rusty Blackwood
• by admin

---

Rusty B’s November Newsletter 2020 …

<><><><><>

Welcome everyone to my November Newsletter 2020! I hope everyone is staying well, and focused. As most of my Newsletters this entire year – at least from May onward – have contained little literary news as there has been none. The bookstores remain closed to authors and holding public events, so that results in no live event news. If it were not for the internet, we would have nothing, and even the internet provides little for independent authors.

Last month I featured my three novels, beginning with my first, the grand-scale romantic fiction drama, Passions in Paris: Revelations of a Lost Diary, that was given 4 stars by Amazon. This novel was followed by my first 5-star-awarded novel, the romantic fiction drama, Willow’s Walk. And this was followed by my pride and joy, the 5-star, multi-award winning, The Perils of Autumn.

This month, I am featuring my adventure filled, knee-slapping Derwood comedy series, beginning with The Misadventures of Derwood Tugbottom, followed by Derwood Returns, and the series latest installment, Derwood Goes Caribbean, that I am proud to say was voted as Best Book Of 2020 last May by Many Books in the genre of comedy.

I have no doubt you will enjoy Derwood J as he bumbles through life, wreaking havoc, and mayhem wherever his oversized feet carry him. This delightful series is available in Paperback & Kindle at amazon.com & amazon.ca.

<><><><><>

Last month, The Perils of Autumn was a featured book on Book Reader Magazine on November 9^th & for seven days thereafter. This page-turning novel, available in Paperback, Hardback, and Kindle at all Amazons, and at all Indigo order-desks across Canada, will be featured at Discount Book Man as well as their affiliated social sites, on December 7^th and for 7 days thereafter. Do watch for it on December 7^th at https://discountbookman.com/ I would be appreciative if you would comment, and share it.

<><><><><>

Though there hasn’t been much presently going on with me, Return to Autumn, the exciting sequel to The Perils of Autumn, continues to take form. This follow up picks up the story where it ends in Perils of Autumn and takes you through to the touching end. I have greatly enjoyed this entire story. It has become my favouite in the many titles I have written, and I hope you will enjoy it too. With the current lockdowns it makes it tricky to designate a time for publishing and release, but I plan to be able to bring it to you in 2021.

In the meantime, let me share Chapter 28: The Green-Eyed Monster Resurfaces.

The party had been over for about an hour when Manfred and William joined each other in their favourite place. Settling themselves upon their usual bales of hay, the two began a serious discussion concerning the new trainer at Bluegrass Acres.

“It was surprising to see, whom I presume was Andy Wilson, sitting with Daniel Maddox at the party,” Manfred relayed before taking a long drink of bourbon.

“Yep,” William replied in his noted drawl, “I pretty much figured that must be him, but I didn’t think it was the time nor place to press him with what we know.”

“I agree. But we’ve got to question him as soon as we can,” Manfred assured, smacking his lips in relish of his drink’s sharp taste.

“I’ll damn-well drink to that, Manny,” William stated as he raised his glass to his friend. After taking a good sip, he continued, “Couldn’t help noticing Taylor was his usual absentee self. Wonder if he had an idea Wilson could be at the party, seeing Maddox was invited.”

“Don’t know, Willy, as we can’t be certain he even knows about Wilson’s presence in the area. If he does, it will explain why he rarely comes out of his apartment these days, except for giving Strike his daily runs.”

“Yep. If we just bide our time, I’m sure the chance will present itself to move in for the kill. Oh, how I will savour that, Manny.”

Nodding in agreement, Manfred confessed, “Me too, but we mustn’t jump the gun. If we do, we could blow the whole damn thing.”

“Yeah, that’s the kicker. Maybe one of us could come up with an idea to discuss with Wilson, yaw know, trainer to trainer?”

Zeroing-in on William’s insinuation, Manfred confessed, “In other words, me.”

“Well, yeah, you’re the trainer. I’m sure yaw could come up with something to discuss.”

“Hm, come to think of it, I find it interesting how Wilson manages to work, what with his leg the way it is. I would find it cumbersome, to say the least, especially if he encounters a determined horse that’s not easy to train.”

“Let’s think on that, and have another drink while we’re at it,” William suggested, and they adjourned downstairs to the office.

The party may have finished in the manor, but it was well underway in Duff Taylor’s apartment with the jockey and his lady making graphic use of their afforded time. They rarely spoke about their often-abusive meetings at the beginning of their relationship. Both were older now, and with maturity comes growth from immature acts that should never have happened in the first place, regardless of the reasons.

“Glad you managed to get away as early as you have, Tam. I couldn’t be bothered attending, listening to everyone blow about their importance. How was it, anyway? The way I just described?” Duff enquired half-heartedly.

“Actually,” Tam answered, “it was a good time. Cyril doesn’t skimp when it comes to celebrating his wife, regardless of what it’s about. But it was nice, and old lady Agnes and I were getting along great for a change. Once you get to know her, she’s not so bad. More bark than bite really.”

“Oh yeah?” It was obvious Duff found this hard to believe for he and Cyril’s stern housekeeper had never jelled. “I find that hard to swallow. She’s nothing but an opinionated old hag, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Well, when I first started working there, she did come off that way, but I figured I’d find something to like, especially if I was going to be around her, and I needed the job. Doesn’t take much time to clean this apartment, even though you fudge the invoices for a longer time frame. I have never liked that, Duff, it’s not right.”

“Old Landon can afford it, Baby, hell he’s rolling in it. The few extra coins he pays for your service here is not going to make as much as a dent in his enormous bankroll.”

Not liking his insinuation, she confessed, “That shouldn’t make a difference, Duff, what you’re doing is still wrong. Cyril may be well off, but he’s damn-well earned it.”

Mimicking her, Duff blurted, “But he’s damn-well earned it. Cripes, get off your high-horse, Woman, he’s just gotten lucky, had some fine horseflesh drop into his lap, along with suck-ups pandering to his every whim.”

“You’re wrong, Duff. I’ve gotten to know him, and he truly is a special man, most upstanding, and caring.”

“Huh! You got the hots for him or something?”

Tam’s face instantly blushed. She tried her best not to react, but she couldn’t help it. She did find Cyril stirring, in every sense of the word. She could still feel his lips against hers in the brief seconds allowed in her misplaced encounter. She should not have done that. She realized that now, not just because he had reprimanded her, threatening to terminate her employment should she ever speak of it or make another play, but she knew it was wrong. As much as she would still love to pursue him, she wouldn’t, but how was she supposed to convince Duff that Cyril meant nothing to her when her crimson face revealed otherwise?

“See! What’d I tell you!” Duff declared. “You’re hung-up on the guy. Why, I’ll never know. He sure won’t pay you any mind, you’re not a horse. Makes me wonder how that jazzy nurse ever got him to look her over, let alone take her as his wife.”

Tamborly had gathered composure, her complexion back to normal. She thought his line of thinking was horrid, and it suddenly told her how jealous he was. If he weren’t, her admiration of the refined horse master would not have phased him.

“Well, I don’t agree with you. Cyril is a pleasure to work for, and I hope he continues to employ me for years to come. Now, let’s change the subject — better still — continue our earlier action. I do enjoy it; you have always had a special way about you, one that always hits the mark dead on … at least you always hit my mark, head on,” and moving back to the bed, she laid upon her back, spread her legs wide, and cooed, “How about finishing the ride, Doll.”

When she toyed with him in this manner, he couldn’t help but respond. He had to admit he didn’t relish her having the upper hand in the way she did, but he wasn’t passing up the chance to run the back stretch in his special way. She wanted him. He knew this, and he desired her fully as much. It had always been this way between them. They could battle like hate-filled opponents in the ring placed there to tear into each other in an unforgiving frenzy, square off with a dire need to oppress the other however possible, yet the increasing heat between them only managed to propel them forward until they each lay gasping for breath; totally spent.

His memory quickly recalled a specific round in the tack room when she reigned supreme by sending him airborne, his body landing into an array of leather tack on the floor. As much as it was startling, it was amazing. The element of surprise was always lurking just below the surface. He never knew when it would erupt, or in what form it would play out. It may seem odd to some, but the way they played off each other was what keep them coming together. Apart from one time, he had always managed to walk away, knowing he had burrowed deeper into her soul, into her blood where he had managed to take up permeant residence. He loved her, as much as his self-importance would allow. He was certain she felt the same, yet he did not accept her desires for a man he viewed as pompous, self-righteous, and demanding. He could not have this striking beauty desiring his boss, lusting after him, even in private and he vowed he would make the man pay for taking up residence in his lady’s eyes.

At that moment, Duff’s thoughts turned to Autumn, and how he would give anything to experience her. In the past he’d thought of her, though realized his thoughts were in vain. She was a conquest well out of reach, yet the thoughts continued to return whenever he saw her. She moved with such grace, demurely, yet demanding, and he would give his right arm to taste her. He knew it was hopeless, but he could dream, and in those dreams, he could have his way with her, in whatever scenario he chose. She would succumb to him, melting into his arms as he laid her upon the emerald satin on his bed, strip her nude before draping her in the excess satin; she would taunt him, beguile him while moving sensually beneath the emerald hue accentuating her every curve. Her full lips would entice him closer, swiftly commanding he take her to heights she had yet to reach. She wanted him, every possible inch of him. He would sink deep, parting her, having his way as he slowly brought her to a thunderous orgasm, carrying her beyond the ability to remain conscious. As she slept, he would arrange her beneath the beautiful fabric before standing over her, his eyes travelling the full length of her, knowing he had fully experienced her, now reigning triumphantly above her. No one had ever desired her taste in the way he did. No one had ever placed her so highly, majestically, a queen he had always adored. After all, dreams could be anything the dreamer wished. This dream was one of his favourites, and he dreamt it often.

“Duff,” Tam broke in, shattering his lustful thoughts, “are we continuing, or have we reached the finish line for tonight?”

“What?” he questioned, not certain where he was, what was going on, and where reality was.

Tamborly suddenly realized where his attention was. It did not sit well.

“What’s going on with you?” she questioned intensely. “First you jump all over me, jealous as hell over Cyril Landon, all the while you’re banging his wife in your thoughts. Hmm, nice,” and she instantly got to her feet, dressed quickly, and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.

<><><><><>

I thank you for joining me each month, and I would like to take the opportunity to wish each of you a very Blessed, Safe, and Merry Christmas.

See you early next month!

Rusty B

Please Like me on Facebook. Follow me on Twitter and Subscribe to my YouTube Channel. I also invite you to join me on Gab.com at: https://gab.com/RustyBlackwood

 

Tags: 'Willow's Walk', best romance novels, Canadian Indie author Rusty Blackwood, Canadian Indie Romance author Rusty Blackwood, Derwood Goes Caribbean, Derwood Returns, drama, fiction, Indie author Rusty Blackwood, literary news, media, newsletters, Passions in Paris: Revelations of a Lost Diary, Return to Autumn, romance fiction author, romance novelist, romance novelist Rusty Blackwood, romance novels, romantic fiction, romantic fiction author Rusty Blackwood, romantic fiction novel, The Misadventures of Derwood Tugbottom, The Perils of Autumn