Be My Guest: Susan Horsnell


I’m delighted to welcome Aussie author Susan Horsnell to my corner of the world today. She’s here to tell us about her new book WHEN EAGLES SOAR.

When Eagles Soar

BLURB

My name is Kyan Miller and I have the ability to change into an Eagle and soar above the Earth.

Yep, you heard right – an Eagle.

A curse placed on the family in 1626 resulted in all the male members of my family having this unusual ability from the age of sixteen.

I work for the Government in Covert Operations. I can obtain information other operatives cannot. This mission is one of my most dangerous to date. The US is being flooded by Cocaine from South America and the Governments of these two countries are working together to put a stop to it. They have been receiving valuable intel from two US operatives. Until …. one operative is found dead. The other is missing – Analia Rogers has neither been seen nor heard from for three days, we don’t know if she is dead or alive. I have been sent into the Alvarez family’s drug compound to find answers.

I’m on an inflexible deadline, in three days’ time, the compound will be blown to smithereens but there are details the Governments aren’t aware of which could place their forces in danger. Can I get the word out in time to prevent them from being slaughtered?

What I find inside the compound has my anger soaring to nuclear levels.

Am I in time?

Is there anything I can do?

And, who has betrayed us?

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EXCERPT

The small café is located on a side street away from the center of town and prying eyes. A bell tinkles as I step through the door from the bright exterior to the dimly lit interior. I give my eyes a moment to adjust and spot my friend and handler seated at a table tucked away in the back corner.

“Señor?” (Sir) A pretty girl with flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes greets me.

“Do you speak English?” My Spanish is perfect as is my Russian, French, Mandarin and German but I prefer to converse in my native language.

“Yes.”

“Excellent. I have a friend waiting here.” I indicate the back table. “Can you please bring me a black coffee and the menu for lunch?”

“Si, Señor.”

The girl hurried away, and I weaved through the tables toward my handler. He stood, and we shook hands before sitting.

“As prompt as ever, Kyan.”

“Would you accept me any other way, Carson?”

Carson remains quiet while a coffee is placed in front of me and the girl hands us each a menu. It takes only moments for us both to request the Paella and the girl again leaves us alone. I sip at my steaming hot brew.

“Did you look through the folder?” Carson inquires.

“Yes, and I headed up this morning to check the area. I had another look at the information before coming here. I’m guessing you want me inside the compound?”

“Yes, but not for the reasons you think.” Carson hands me a USB which I tuck into the pocket of my jeans. “This one will be tricky but I know you have the ability to pull it off. In fact, you’re the only one who can.”

“You have me intrigued.” I sip at my coffee and lean back as a plate of Paella is placed on the table in front of me. Taking the fork in my hand, I scoop up a generous amount and transfer it into my mouth. The food, as always in these South American countries, is superb. Carson is studying me closely.

“What?”

He places his fork down, wipes his mouth on the snowy white napkin and sits back in his chair. “I’m worried about this one, Kyan.”

Carson Vaughan, my friend and handler for the past six years is a tall, distinguished looking gentleman in his early sixties. He’s been at his job for over thirty years and if he says he’s worried about a job, operatives should be scared shitless, which is what I am now. I have never known the man to show the slightest concern, let alone worry. He was Dad’s handler before he became mine and my father insists Carson is the best and coolest-headed man in the business. I lay down my fork and sit back in the chair, my appetite is now non-existent.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed.”

“Tell me what is going on, Carson.”

He indicates my pocket. “It’s all on there. You know I can’t force you to accept a job, but if you don’t take this one, we’re up shit creek with no boat – feed for the Caiman’s and I lose two operatives.” Carson stands and I rise with him.

We shake hands and he strides from the café. I sit back down and proceed to play with my food, deep in thought, gut pinching and nauseous.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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My name is Susan Horsnell and I write Sweet Western Historical Romance under my own name and Hot Contemporary Romance, M/M and BDSM under my pen name – A.L. Simpson.

 

I grew up in Sydney and moved to Queensland as an adult. I am married with two sons. Apart from writing, Critters are my passion. We have one Jack Russell Terrier called Caellagh (Kelly) and a very opinionated 26-yr-old Cockatiel.

Travel, walks, and the beach are my three most favorite things to do. My hope is for readers to enjoy what I have written as much as I enjoy writing it.

SOCIAL LINKS

https://alsimpson79.wordpress.com/  Website

https://alandvixen.wordpress.com/  Blog

https://www.facebook.com/alsimpsonauthor/  Facebook Author Page

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1709862079031253/  Facebook Street Team

https://www.amazon.com/A.L.-Simpson/e/B01AFF3D44/  Amazon Author Page

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7746982.A_L_Simpson  Goodreads

Monday Author Meetup: Susan Hornell & Wearin’ o’ the Green


St. Pat's day

My friend Susan Horsnell is here to celebrate with us, so grab a pint of green beer and relax while she tells us about the short story she wrote for Rawhide ‘n Roses (A Western Romance Anthology.) 

Susan Horsnell

HI Lyn and friends. We’re all Irish today, aren’t we.

I grew up in Sydney, Australia but as the wife of a Naval Officer, have lived overseas as well as in most Australian States. I retired from nursing 4 years ago after a career that spanned 35 years. I had always had a yearning to write and decided it was time to get the stories out of my head and onto paper. From there I just hoped my stories were interesting and well written enough to attract readers.

It is difficult being a new author now that anyone can publish a book. I can understand readers’ reticence to read Indie authors but hopefully they will give people like me a chance. I find you can be pleasantly surprised most of the time. I can’t imagine sticking to just one or two authors and just because an author has a publisher doesn’t make them good. I have certainly read some terrible books which have been published by some of the largest companies.

I am privileged to be a part of Rawhide and Roses amongst the very best of Western Romance Authors. Here’s a glimpse of my short story.

Petticoat Patrol

by Susan Horsnell

Blurb:

When a Rancher has only four daughters, it is their job to help their father manage the property.

Excerpt:

“Sissy, for heaven’s sake. Stop that damn wagon!” Lily screeched at the top of her voice. She crouched low over her galloping mare’s neck, reins in one hand and mane grasped in the other. As she drew alongside the wagon, which carried her sisters, she stood up in the stirrups and yelled again. “Stop that wagon now or so help me…”

Melissa, also known as Sissy, pushed her feet down hard to balance as she pulled back hard on the bay gelding’s reins. They all drew to a stop.

Lily lifted the hat from her head and swiped impatiently at the sweat on her brow. It was so hot she thought, if the damn dog was chasing the cat, they’d both be walking. “Why didn’t you stop when I called out?”

“How am I supposed to hear you with the sound of Buck’s hooves and these two tittering in my ear?” Sissy retorted.

The ‘two’ she referred to, as she flung her arm in the air, were their sixteen year old twin sisters – Amy and Emily. They had just discovered the appeal of two local boys and had been excitedly chattering.

“Why are you here, anyways? You’re supposed to be helpin’ Ma put a basket of food together. We gotta spend the night out with Pa watchin’ for rustlers and you know we get hungry.” Sissy pouted. She hated it when she thought her big sister was sent to watch over her. At eighteen years old she felt she was more than capable of doing things without being ‘chaperoned’.

Wow, Susan! You sure know how to whet a reader’s appetite!

Three Shamrocks

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Monday Author Meetup: Susan Horsnell, Rawhide ‘n Roses, and A Hunk to Die For!


Friends, on this first Monday of the new year, I’m happy to welcome back my friend and fellow western romance author, Susan Horsnell. Susan is here to tell y’all about an exciting project she’s heading up, in which I’m thrilled to be included. For the next several weeks I will be hosting other authors who are also participating in this short story extravaganza.

Susan Horsnell

Susan, the floor is all yours.

Hi everyone! I have been invited here to Lyn’s blog to talk about the anthology of short stories myself and 15 other Western Romance Authors are currently working on. Due for release on March 15, 2014, the book is titled:

Rawhide ’n Roses

(A Western Romance Anthology)

 

Each story in the anthology will be a showcase of the author’s individual writing style and will hopefully encourage the reader to purchase full length novels of the author’s they like. Every story will have a Western Romance theme but there will be everything from old west romance to time travel and contemporary. Something to suit every western reader’s taste. It will also give the reader an opportunity to discover some new authors.

I am privileged to be associated with the very best of western writers and I know readers are going to be very impressed by the high quality of this work. The anthology came about from a comment I inadvertently made on a Western Romance Writer’s forum. From this comment the idea snowballed and I found myself nominated in charge of pushing the project forward. I cannot believe I am in such esteemed company and I am very grateful for the opportunity to work with such talented authors.

Over the next 2 months, the authors will be blog hopping to promote this anthology and their own work. I hope readers will keep an eye out on blogs and social media for the cover release and official book release.

The best part? The culmination of this hard work by so many talented people – The Anthology – will be a steal at just $1.99!

Sit back, grab a coffee and enjoy the excerpt from my short story:

Petticoat Patrol

by Susan Horsnell

“Sissy, for heaven’s sake. Stop that damn wagon!” Lily screeched at the top of her voice. She crouched low over her galloping mare’s neck, reins in one hand and mane grasped in the other. As she drew alongside the wagon, which carried her sisters, she stood up in the stirrups and yelled again. “Stop that wagon now or so help me…”

Melissa, also known as Sissy, pushed her feet down hard to balance as she pulled back hard on the bay gelding’s reins. They all drew to a stop.

Lily lifted the hat from her head and swiped impatiently at the sweat on her brow. It was so hot she thought, if the damn dog was chasing the cat, they’d both be walking. “Why didn’t you stop when I called out?”

“How am I supposed to hear you with the sound of Buck’s hooves and these two tittering in my ear?” Sissy retorted.

The ‘two’ she referred to, as she flung her arm in the air, were their sixteen year old twin sisters – Amy and Emily. They had just discovered the appeal of two local boys and had been excitedly chattering.

“Why are you here, anyways? You’re supposed to be helpin’ Ma put a basket of food together. We gotta spend the night out with Pa watchin’ for rustlers and you know we get hungry.” Sissy pouted. She hated it when she thought her big sister was sent to watch over her. At eighteen years old she felt she was more than capable of doing things without being ‘chaperoned’.

“Ma sent me because she forgot a couple of things when she wrote out the list. It’s taken me all this time to catch up with you.”

“What else does she need?” Sissy enquired.

Lily pulled the list from her pocket and thrust it into her sister’s hand. “I might as well come with you now. It’s only another mile to town and I can help with the supplies.”

Sissy nodded before slapping the reins to get the big gelding moving. Lily urged her mount forward and they began walking at a leisurely pace.

They were in sight of town when a loud crack heralded something had gone terribly wrong on the wagon. Sissy brought Buck to a stop and glanced at her older sister in despair.

As Lily dismounted, the other girls jumped from the wagon. While the older two checked on the suspect wheel, Amy and Emily hovered nervously.

Lily crouched down and shook the wheel. It was looser than a whore in a cathouse. “Almost snapped clean off the axle,” she grumbled as she pushed herself to stand. “Sissy, unhitch Buck and we’ll walk the rest of the way. I’ll drop the horses at the livery and see what I can do about getting it fixed while you pick up the supplies.

Sissy did as requested and the girls began the short trek to town

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Now Sue will tease you with the burb for her full-length novel, Mail Order Marshall. Did I mention he’s a  hunk? See for yourself!

Mail Order Marshall

Blurb:

A young girl has inherited her parents horse ranch but she needs to marry to keep it; she reluctantly sends for a mail order husband.

A young Ranger wants his own ranch but doesn’t want marriage. When he is offered a part ownership in a ranch if he agrees to a marriage, it is a future he just can’t refuse.

Will these two come to an agreement they can live with? Will they find who is threatening the ranch and the young girl’s life?

Please Note: this book is a work of fiction and for the sake of the story I have stated that a single girl in Texas in the 1800s was unable to own property. This is however untrue, a single girl could own property but it became her husband’s once she married.

http://www.amazon.com/Mail-Order-Marshall-Susan-Horsnell-ebook/dp/B00DFEEULS

Monday Author Meetup: Susan Horsnell


Susan Horsnell

I’m joined today by my Australian friend and author of western romance, Susan Horsnell.

About the author:

Susan says,

I grew up in the Western Suburbs of Sydney in the 50’s and 60’s.

My parents are originally from the Newcastle-Under-Lyme area of England and came to Australia in 1952 as £10 poms. It was during the migration scheme to help Australia with workers. The word “Pom” meant English people. Assisted by the government, adults traveled for £10; children traveled for free. My father was a Painter and Decorator and I was the eldest of five children.

I met my husband, Robert, in 1973 and we married in March 1974; we were both 18 years old. We have two wonderful sons, gorgeous daughters-in-law and five incredible grandchildren. We have been extremely blessed.

I was a Nurse, a career that spanned more than 35 years. During my career I specialized in caring for people with Alzheimer’s type Dementia, an area that fascinates me despite how heartbreaking it can be. My dear father-in-law is unfortunately afflicted with this disease and now resides in a Nursing Home. In the not too distant future I am hoping to pen a novel incorporating some of the stories I have heard from these amazing people. Part of my career was with the blind and I also cared for severely disabled children for a while too.

When I retired 4 years ago I decided it was time to get the stories out of my head and onto paper. From there I just hoped my stories were interesting and well written enough to attract readers.

It is difficult being a new author now that anyone can publish a book. I can understand readers’ reticence to read Indie authors but hopefully they will give people like me a chance. I find as an avid reader, you can be pleasantly surprised most of the time. I can’t imagine sticking to just one or two authors and just because an author has a publisher doesn’t make them good. I have certainly read some terrible books which have been published by some of the largest companies.

I do hope readers enjoy my books and would love them to leave reviews.

Thank you so very much, Lyn, for inviting me onto your blog.

I’m delighted you’re here, Susan. May I ask if someone inspired you to write? If so, who and how?

My husband encouraged me to write. I have always had a good imagination and English/History were my favorite and best subjects at school. I read a great deal and had so many ideas for where authors could have taken their books. When I retired 4 years ago I decided it was as good a time as ever to see if I could put together something a reader would enjoy. So far it has worked out reasonably well.

Are you self-published? If so, what made you choose this route?

I am self-published. I chose this route after researching several publishers and deciding I could do everything they offered and more. I get to keep all the profits too. If I wasn’t retired I might have considered a publisher as I wouldn’t have had the time to do what needs to be done.

Do you have critique partners and/or beta readers?

I have a great critique partner, mentor and friend in Margaret Tanner. Her help on my last 2 books has been invaluable and I have turned out much better books because of it. I will be always grateful for her guiding hand.

What book are you reading now? Is this by a new author to you, or an old favorite?

I am reading ‘Where the Rain is Made’ by Keta Diablo. Keta is a lady I met through a forum and she is one of my many supporters and encouragers, along with yourself. I have read one other of Keta’s books and my housework suffered because of it!

LOL! I have the same problem. Do you have a favorite charity that you support?

We support a Moon Bear called Crystal through Animals Asia. Crystal was in a terrible state when she was freed from bile farming. She had no teeth or claws and her general health was extremely poor. She is a high care bear who resides in a sanctuary in China. We are extremely proud of the work this group does and we are also proud to be associated with them.

Poor Crystal! She must have suffered terribly. Bless you for helping to save her! Changing the subject, how do you react to a bad review of your book?

I have had a couple of bad reviews, both were when I was a new comer and I really took them to heart. I hated the thought I had upset readers. Now I have the attitude. I can’t please everybody and even the best of authors get bad reviews.

That is so true. We must grow thick skins. What project(s) are you working on now?

I am working on the sequel to Blind Acceptance. It is called Blind Achievement. Phillip is now an adult and has gone off to college to study Law and Government Politics. It was to be due out at the end of October but let’s just say I am behind schedule and need to get my act together.

Same here, my friend. Life tends to distract. Do you have a favorite quote? Please share it.

My favorite quote is one my grandfather used to say all the time: “Only people who aren’t intelligent enough to think of the correct word to use, swear.”

This has stuck with me throughout life. Another was “You have to have a really good memory to be a good liar.”

Grinning! Your grandfather was a wise man. Now, please tell us about one of your books. Blind Acceptance

All right, here’s a small sample of Blind Acceptance.

Book Blurb:

Will Luke accept his son, Phillip’s blindness?

When Phillip is injured in a wagon accident and blinded for life, his father must come to terms with the fact that his only heir will be unable to run his beloved ranch unaided.

He struggles to accept his son is still whole; even the beautiful teacher he employs to help Phillip can’t seem to break down Luke’s walls.

Then, without warning, there is an event on the ranch that will change their lives forever.

Book Excerpt:

…..Less than five minutes later the men spotted something lying on the road up ahead. Luke stood in his stirrups, raised his hand to his forehead to shelter his eyes from the sun, and strained to see what it was that lay on the road.

“Dear God, NOOO!”

Luke’s stricken shout startled Nathan and Smoky and they sat stunned as he spurred his horse into a gallop. They were left in a cloud of choking dust kicked up by his horse’s hooves.

He’d barely brought his horse to a stop before he jumped out of the saddle and landed beside the body of his pale, lifeless son. He dropped to his knees and scooped Phillip into his arms.

He tore the cravat from Phillip’s mouth and flung it away. As he held Phillip close and began to rock back and forth, he lowered his head and sobbed.

Nathan and Smoky rode up and dismounted. “Luke?” Nathan didn’t know if Phillip was dead or alive and tears began to well in his own eyes.

He crouched down and placed his hand on his grief stricken brother’s shoulder.

Nathan attempted to console Luke and get close enough to check Phillip. Smoky dashed over to check on the other two bodies that were lying at odd angles nearby.

“Luke, let me see.”

Nathan didn’t know much about doctoring but he knew enough to tell if someone was dead or alive and he could tell when bones were broken.

He gently moved his hands towards Phillip and Luke held his son out for his brother to check.

He lowered his ear to Phillip’s mouth and rested his hand on his chest. “He’s breathing and his heartbeat’s strong Luke. I think he’ll be okay but we need to get him home and get Doc to look at him.”

Luke gazed at Nathan through watery eyes. He wanted so much to believe Phillip would be okay but his tiny body felt so limp lying in his arms.

Nathan attempted to reassure Luke again. “He’ll be okay I’m sure of it but we need Doc to see him.”

Smoky walked over with a grim look on his face. “They’re both dead. Looks like Marie has a broken neck and the man’s body is at an odd angle; I think he might have broken his back. His head is split real bad too; lots of blood. I’ll go get the undertaker from town.”

“Ask Doc to come to the house and see Phillip.” Nathan reached out and began prizing Phillip out of Luke’s arms. “Mount up Luke and I’ll hand him to you.”

Luke was still in a daze but he handed his son over and stood up. Nathan noticed the blood all over Luke’s shoulder as he took Phillip into his arms. He checked to find where it was coming from.

When he ran his hand over Phillip’s head; it came away red, wet and sticky.

The look of anguish on Luke’s face broke Nathan’s heart and he did his best to reassure him. “He’s cracked his head and knocked himself out but he’s still breathing okay and his heart beat is real strong.”

Purchase Blind Acceptance here: http://amzn.com/B00E333BLU

See all of Susan’s books here: http://www.amazon.com/Susan-Horsnell/e/B00BXR5FMM

Find Susan here: http://susanhorsnell.com/