Hello!
Thank you so much for having me on your site today!
When Lightning Strikes has been one
of my favorite stories I've ever written (so far!). It’s a time travel where the heroine comes
forward to our time from 1794. I did a
lot of research for this story, as well as paying tribute to some of my own
ancestors.
The heroine’s name is Henrietta Lydia Knapp
and Knapp is a family name with a long history.
My sixth great-grandmother, Lydia Knapp, had a prestigious family tree,
linked back to Katherine Cromwell, the Tudor line, and Charles VI (the Mad King
of France), whose own lineage was deeply engraved on England and France’s
bloody history. Lydia Knapp’s
grandfather came to Massachusetts
It was so interesting researching certain
facts from Colonial America. One of the
most interesting was The Flowing Hair dollar mentioned in When Lightning Strikes. It was designed by Robert Scot and on January 24, 2013 , a
specimen striking from the 1794 production sold for $10,016,875, the highest
price ever paid for a coin. Wouldn't
that be a true pleasure to find in the attic!
BLURB:
Micah John drifts through life relying on
his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas
He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a
woman claiming to be from 1794.
Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain
around the fact that she’s out of her time.
A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years
forward. Why? She doesn’t know. Not
until Micah John appears.
As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John
and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly. But will they be given the chance to hold
onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?
EXCERPT:
(rated PG)
He stopped in front of a popular clothing store. Mannequins modeled
cute little outfits and Micah John looked expectantly at her.
“What do you think?”
She looked from him to the window and back again. “What do I think
about what?”
“The clothes.” He liked the Capri pants and thought they would
nicely show off her cute ass. Of course, he would never tell her that.
Her mouth dropped open a little. “You said my brain couldn’t wrap
about the facts of technology, but truthfully I can’t understand how women can
wear so little.”
He laughed. “This is nothing. You should go to The French Riviera
where you can to go topless on some of the beaches.”
“You’re lying,” she accused.
Micah John shook his head and held up his right hand. “Scout’s
honor.”
“Oh, my,” she said and looked back at the clothes being modeled. “Robert Burton wrote in his book The Anatomy of Melancholy, ‘When they
are at Rome
“Right,” he said. “We’ve shorted it to when in Rome
“I suppose that is a more succinct way of saying it.”
She looked around at all the women passing by. Shorts, miniskirts
and tank tops, all exposing more skin that she’d probably ever seen. He almost
felt sorry for her. “I’ve come out in public in just my dress, sans petticoats.
I suppose I can acclimate to being a Twenty-first century woman.”
“Atta girl.”
He pulled her into the store.
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BETH:
I
like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary
circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate highrollers. I try to write
characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated
situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the
box. I love
writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines
who find redemption through love.
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