Welcome to my Reading
Comfortable? Wonderful. Now
let’s get started.
To get us started can you
tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?
Over the
spring I collaborated with fellow author, Alison Bruce and together we wrote
two historical romance novellas that take place during the Civil War. Hazardous
Unions will be released in September 2013.
If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do
you think they would say?
Difficult. Wordy. Habitual. Dedicated. and Forgetful.
Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.
I
don't read while I write.
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Italy. I've always been drawn to the country and their cultures. Being Italian
is just an added bonus.
If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you
recommend that they start with and why?
LAKOTA HONOR, because it has something
in it for everyone.
Where do you find the
inspirations for your stories?
I generally use the people around me or my own
experiences to draw from and then I go from there.
Are your characters able to
love or do they need to be taught?
I think everyone is capable of love, it's
what you do with it that matters. My characters all have flaws just like you or
me making it difficult for some to love right away than others.
Do you have a book that was
easiest to write or one that was the hardest?
Not really no. I did have a
difficult time writing the novella. I'm not used to being condensed into 30,000
words.
If you could
collaborate with one author who would it be?
I've already done so, and
I'd work with Alison Bruce anytime.
Coffee, tea or other drink
to get you moving in the morning?
COFFEE and lots of it. :)
What is coming up from you
in 2013?
I'm working on flushing out my next full length novel. I'm not far
enough along to give you a teaser, but I will tell you it is historical
paranormal.
Anything else you want to
add?
I'd like to thank you for having me on your blog and invite readers to
email me on my website or come say hi on my Facebook page.
Bestselling Western Romance author, Kat Flannery takes you
on a new journey with her new Historical Paranormal Romance, Lakota Honor.
Fate has brought them together, but will a promise
tear them apart?
In the small
town of Willow Creek, Colorado, Nora Rushton spends most of her days locked up
in her home with a father who resents her and fighting off unwanted marriage
proposals from the wealthy Elwood Calhoun. Marked as a witch, Nora must hide
her healing powers from those who wish to destroy all the witkowin—crazy women. What she doesn't know is
that a bounty hunter is hot on her trail.
Lakota native
Otakatay has an obligation to fulfill. He has been hired to kill the witkowin.
In a time when race and difference are a threat and innocence holds no ground,
courage, love and honor will bring Nora and Otakatay together as they fight for
their freedom. Will the desire to fulfill his promise drive Otakatay to kill
Nora? Or will the kindness he sees in her blue eyes push him to be the man he
once was?
Reviews:
"Transport back to the old west with this
paranormal historical, and its alpha hero, and a heroine hiding her secret
talents."
—Shannon Donnelly, author of the Mackenzie Solomon
Urban Fantasy series
"Ms.
Flannery doesn’t shy away from writing gritty scenes or about unpleasant
topics…That’s what good writing is all about—bringing out strong emotions in a
reader."
—Peggy
L. Henderson, bestselling author of the Yellowstone Romance Series
"Those
who relish the conflict of a heroic half-breed trapped between the white man's
world and the Indian will fall in love with LAKOTA
HONOR."
—Cindy
Nord, award-winning author of No Greater
Glory
"LAKOTA HONOR weaves a fast paced and
beautiful prose that lures you through every chapter and leaves you wanting
more."
—Erika
Knudsen, paranormal author of Monarchy of
Blood
Excerpt
Colorado Mountains, 1880
The blade slicing his
throat made no sound, but the dead body hitting the ground did. With no time to
stop, he hurried through the dark tunnel until he reached the ladder leading
out of the shaft.
He’d been two hundred feet below ground for
ten days, with no food and little water. Weak and woozy, he stared up the
ladder. He’d have to climb it and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the
bloody blade on his torn pants and placed it between his teeth. Scraped
knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung.
The earth swayed. He
closed his eyes and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed
leg lifted and came down wobbly. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before
he climbed another rung. Each step caused pain, but was paired with
determination. He made it to the top faster than he’d thought he would. The sky
was black and the air was cool, but fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.
He took two long breaths before he emerged
from the hole. The smell from below ground still lingered in his nostrils;
unwashed bodies, feces and mangy rats. His stomach pitched. He tugged at the
rope around his hands. There had been no time to chew the thick bands around
his wrists when he’d planned his escape. It was better to run than crawl, and
he chewed through the strips that bound his feet instead. There would be time
to free his wrists later.
He pressed his body
against the mountain and inched toward the shack. He frowned. A guard stood at
the entrance to where they were. The blade from the knife pinched his lip,
cutting the thin skin and he tasted blood. He needed to get in there. He needed
to say goodbye. He needed to make a promise.
The tower bell rang mercilessly. There was no
time left. He pushed away from the rocky wall, dropped the knife from his mouth
into his bound hands, aimed and threw it. The dagger dug into the man’s chest.
He ran over, pulled the blade from the guard and quickly slid it across his
throat. The guard bled out in seconds.
He tapped the barred
window on the north side of the dilapidated shack. The time seemed to stretch.
He glanced at the large house not fifty yards from where he stood. He would
come back, and he would kill the bastard inside.
He tapped again, harder
this time, and heard the weak steps of those like him shuffling from inside.
The window slid open, and a small hand slipped out.
“Toksha ake—I shall see
you again,” he whispered in Lakota.
The hand squeezed his
once, twice and on the third time held tight before it let go and disappeared
inside the room.
A tear slipped from his
dark eyes, and his hand, still on the window sill, balled into a fist. He
swallowed past the sob and felt the burn in his throat. His chest ached for
what he was leaving behind. He would survive, and he would return.
Men shouted to his
right, and he crouched down low. He took one last look around and fled into the
cover of the forest.
Kat
Flannery has loved writing ever since she was a
girl. She is often seen jotting her ideas down in a little black book. When not
writing, or researching, Kat enjoys snuggling on her couch with a hot chocolate
and a great book.
Her
first novel, CHASING CLOVERS became an Amazon’s bestseller in Historical and
Western romance. This is Kat’s second book, and she is currently hard at work
on the third.
When not focusing on her
creative passions, Kat is busy with her three boys and doting husband.
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