Monday Author Meetup: Cheri Kay Clifton & the Wheels of Destiny


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About the author:

I’m happy to welcome terrific author Cheri Kay Clifton. Cheri is married to her high school sweetheart and has one son in the U.S. Air Force. She and her hubby, both retired, divide their time between Florida and North Carolina. When Cheri isn’t riding on the back of her husband’s motorcycle, she’s writing Book 3 in her Wheels of Destiny Trilogy.

Cheri says:

Thanks, Lyn, for having me on your blog. I’m so proud to be included in the Anthology, Rawhide N’ Roses, saddling up with a wonderful group of other western romanceR&R 2nd revise authors.

I loved researching the history of my hometown, Kearney, Nebraska, known as the gateway to the Oregon Trail. My passion for those brave pioneers and Native Americans led me to write, Book 1, Trail To Destiny.

In addition, I have lots of notebooks filled with story ideas and characters just waiting for me to breathe life into them, so I had no problem choosing my hero and heroine for my short story, Destiny’s Kiss. I’ve never written a time-travel before and thought this was a good opportunity to try my hand at it. Hope our short story readers like it!

Destiny’s Kiss

by Cheri Kay Clifton

Blurb:

Mackenzi Lane gave up her life in the present to find her destiny in the past.

Excerpt:

What in the hell just happened!

Kenzi’s heart pounded inside her chest. Unable to focus, she felt an aura of numbness sweep through her body. Frightened and dizzy, she staggered away from the cheval mirror and collapsed into an armchair.

She shook her head, desperately trying to gather her thoughts as she glanced around the room that wasn’t the attic. Across from her stood a dressmaker’s form, beside it a treadle sewing machine. On the tabletop next to her was a kerosene lamp, a magazine laid beside it. Kenzi read the heading: Godey’s Lady’s Book, New Fashions for Spring, 1884.

She turned and faced the upright mirror again. Her reflection stared back at her just as it had a minute ago … the hair rose on the back of Kenzi’s neck … before she had stepped through the glass. Damn! This has to be a dream.

The loud clopping of horse’s hooves drew Kenzi’s attention to a large front window. Outside a carriage passed by followed by two men on horseback. A couple walked by, their steps resounding on what must have been a wooden boardwalk.

Maybe she was hallucinating? Damn sure not a hangover this time. She’d given up drinking and partying when she’d given up dating.

Been watching too many westerns on TV, gal! Either that or getting too involved in American history research with her students. She laughed, certain she’d awaken and once again be sifting through the antiques she’d discovered in the attic of the house she’d rented.

She closed her eyes and eased back in the chair, waiting for the dream to fade and reality to take hold.

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Horshoe, cactus, stetson & horse divider

Wheels of Destiny, Book I: A turbulent cross-country journey of heated-passion, bitter vengeance, and a haunted past lead Grey Wolf and Laura on their …Trail To Destiny.

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Excerpt:

Laura reveled in the exhilaration of riding Sonny at a full run. The wind whipped past her face and threatened to pull her long hair from its combs. Laughing, she stole a glance behind her. Lucky rode fast at her heels, his blue roan about to overtake the Morgan.

“Laura, stop!” Lucky yelled. He leaned over and grabbed her reins, yanking both horses to a jolting halt.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she railed.

Lucky raised an arm and pointed. “Look what’s coming down that hill. The way you were riding, you’d have been on top of them.”

“Oh, my stars, is that … are they …” Her heart lurched with a giddy flutter. “Indians?”

Lucky squinted his eyes. “Cheyenne, I’d say.”

Three Indians made their way down the slope, their horses’ legs completely hidden in the tall, swaying grass. A riderless horse trailed behind the leader.

Lucky twisted in the saddle and looked back. “Here comes Dan. He’s good at parleying with the Indians. Knows how to use their sign language.” He eyed Laura sternly. “You better go on back to the wagons.”

Laura caught the way he fingered the handle of his holstered gun while he followed their progress down the hill. “Do you think there might be trouble?”

“Ain’t enough of them to take on a whole wagon train, so it’s not likely. Then again, you never know what goes through those savages’ minds. They’re not exactly pleased with us tramping over their hunting grounds.”

Laura gripped the reins tighter, restraining Sonny’s skittish prance as Dan halted his horse close by. “I’m surprised to see the Cheyenne this far east,” he said. From the even tone of his voice, he didn’t sound worried.

Reaching the open road, the Indians veered in their direction. “Looks like they’re pulling a travois with somebody on it.” Dan gestured with a jerk of his head. “Laura, you go on back. Lucky and I’ll see what they want. I told the folks to circle up for the night. Couple wagons need repair anyway.”

Telling Lucky to stay behind him, Dan urged his horse forward. He halted in front of the lead Indian who wore a tanned-hide shirt, heavily fringed and decorated with an elaborate design of colored beading across the shoulders and down the sleeves. More beads ran the length of his fringed leggings and covered his moccasins. A wide breastplate made of bones hung from his neck. At the end of each long, black braid of hair, two large white and black-tipped eagle feathers were tied. But it wasn’t just his colorful clothing and ornaments that marked this Indian a chieftain; more evident was the stoic pride chiseled on the Indian’s face.

Mesmerized by what she saw, Laura had no intention of turning tail and running. These weren’t some glorified pictures in a book, but real-life Indians. She eased Sonny closer, wanting to hear their conversation.

“I meet as friend,” Dan said, his English words pronounced slowly in conjunction with the movement of his hands. He waited for the Indian to indicate his acknowledgment, and then continued signing. “I lead my people north to flat river and west over mountains,” he said, lowering his hands to his sides.

Lacking any facial expression, the Indian made several motions with his hands and fingers, then spoke in what must have been his native tongue. He slid from his horse, his look indicating he expected Dan to dismount, too.

They walked past the large pinto and knelt beside the travois. The Indian continued to talk and gesture with his hands.

Lucky turned in his saddle and glared back at Laura. “Confound it, Laurie, get back to the wagon,” he said under his breath through clenched teeth.

“Why?” Laura demanded, her eyes boldly meeting his.

“Because Dan said to. It could be dangerous.”

“They don’t look dangerous,” she whispered. She stood up in her stirrups, stretching to see past the two other Indians astride their horses. “There’s someone lying on that litter. Do you suppose the person’s sick?”

Lucky frowned. “How should I know?”

Laura dismounted and started toward the travois. She’d taken only a few steps when the two Indians vaulted from their horses and leaped in front of her, their long lances braced horizontally across their bodies.

“Laurie!” Lucky jumped from his horse, grabbed her arm, and swung her around. “For God’s sake, girl, haven’t you got a lick of sense?”

“Let go!” Laura pried his fingers from her arm.

“Just where in blazes do you think you’re going?”

She turned to Dan who’d stepped around the pinto. He looked a bit bewildered, while the older Indian seemed to glare right through her. “All I want to do is take a look at him. Maybe there’s something I can do.”

Dan signed to the chief. “She means no harm. She—”

“Dan,” Laura interrupted. She tried sidestepping the two Indians, but they countered her every move. She sighed with impatience and looked between them. “Dan, why don’t you tell him I’m a nurse?”

Dan walked around the Indians whose eyes remained riveted on her. “Listen, Laura, you’ve got to understand how unusual it is for them to see a white woman …” he hesitated, frowning, “especially one with your looks, sashaying around them and speaking out like you’re doing!”

He turned to Lucky. “We could have a problem on our hands. That man lying over there is Chief Black Arrow’s son. He’s badly injured, and the Indians think white man’s medicine can heal him.”

“Then why don’t you tell the chief there might be something I can do for him?”

“It isn’t that easy. Once you touch the man, it means I’ve agreed to be responsible for what happens to him.”

“How was he injured?”

“He was mauled by a grizzly.”

Laura inhaled sharply. “My Lord, I must go to him,” she said, darting past Dan and Lucky before they could stop her.

Just as the warriors lunged for her, Black Arrow’s stern shout stopped them. Knowing she’d have to get past the chief, she cautiously stepped up to him. She pointed her thumb to the middle of her chest and said her name. Boldly determined, she pointed behind the big pinto, and then waited, her eyes seeking his for permission.

For the longest time, Black Arrow watched as the wind blew long strands of her hair about her face. Laura supposed its bright auburn color held his fascination. He reached out and fingered a lock of it. After his gaze roamed over her from head to toe, he spoke, the words rolling off his tongue in that rhythmic high-low pitch. Then he moved aside for her to pass.

Laura lowered her eyes, sensing it was the respectful thing to do. Relieved she’d met with the Indian’s critical inspection, she stepped around the pinto.

As she knelt beside the travois and looked at the man, she gasped aloud. A dark beard and mustache covered the man’s pale, white face. Long, golden-brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders with a few damp strands straying over his forehead. Nothing about him resembled an Indian except for a red-beaded band circling his head.

“Why … he’s a white man!” she exclaimed.

Keep a lookout for Book 2, Destiny’s Journey to be released soon.

www.cherikayclifton.com

www.amazon.com/Trail-To-Destiny-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B0052O4N8E

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19 thoughts on “Monday Author Meetup: Cheri Kay Clifton & the Wheels of Destiny

    • Cheri, it’s been my pleasure! You’ve received very nice comments AND a good number of tweets and shares. Spreading the word is always good!

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  1. Very nice post, Cheri! I enjoyed your short story and I like your writing style – Trail to Destiny sounds intriguing. You ladies are going to turn me into a certified romance reader! 🙂

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    • When other genres come and go, time travel seems to remain very popular. I am just beginning Yesterday’s Destiny, Book 3 of my Wheels of Destiny Trilogy which is a time travel. Thanks for your post, Ella. BTW, I love your artistic image – almost conjures up a story in itself! 😉

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    • Really glad to be here, Lyn. I’ve read Darlin’ Irish, loved it and have Dashing Irish loaded on my Kindle. Also feel like I really got to know you after reading Six Cats in your Kitchen. You’ve designed a nice blog site! BTW, how’s that kitchen designing going – hummm?! 😉

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      • Cheri, hubby and I just took down the kitchen curtains. I’m sneezing and coughing. That tells you how long it’s been since I last washed them. I also packed away all my tins (I’m a collector) and photos of cats and grandkids that were scattered on kitchen shelves. The room looks naked!

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  2. Hi, Cheri and Lyn–I’m reading Trail of Destiny right now! I treated myself to several books, and this one looked intriguing. So far, it’s exciting and written so well. I’ll get back to it tonight–that’s when I read. How coincidental.
    Cheri–I’m glad I’m getting to know you. I loved your R’R story, too!

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    • Celia, knowing you’re reading Trail To Destiny sure puts a smile on my face! Hope you enjoy it. Book 2, Destiny’s Journey which will tell Glen’s story, should be released any day now. As soon as I have that book up and properly promoted, I’m going to treat myself to some reading time and promise your Texas series will be at the top of the list.

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