I never thought about how people would react to my first published historical western romance. As I wrote the book and the characters carried the story forward, I was along for the ride. Darcy and Gil were clear in my mind. Their behaviors, their likes and dislikes. It never crossed my mind that one scene, I thought was playful, would garner so much attention. Mostly from my male readers.
I have a small following of male readers. One of them has also been a longtime friend of the family and is as old as my dad. One day when my husband and I were visiting, he asked my husband if he’d read the “Jam scene” in my book. (brief note: My husband doesn’t read any of my books) Hubby said, “No.” Our friend said, “I’ll never look at jam the same.”
This is the scene he was referring to. Darcy and Gil have just spent the night in a boarding house, telling the proprietor they are husband and wife when they haven’t exchanged vows yet. They’re on the run trying to catch up with a crooked mayor who has framed Darcy.
Excerpt from Marshal in Petticoats
“What did they leave us? I forgot how hungry I was.” Darcy sat up cross-legged on the bed. Her dark hair hung over her shoulder, curling around a breast. The flush on her cheeks and her swollen lips begged for more loving.
Gil’s heart squeezed at the sight of her. He’d never thought loving someone could fill a person with such pride and fierce loyalty.
He cleared his throat and continued to the bed. “Looks like cold beef, rolls, strawberry preserves.” He set the tray on the bed in front of her and sat on the opposite side.
Darcy took a piece of meat and bit into it. “Mmmm. Not bad.” The lines of worry furrowing her brow meant she thought of something other than another round in the bed.
“What do I say to Craven tomorrow?” Her worried eyes searched his face.
“Just sit by him and flirt a little. Ask him questions about himself. See if you can find out where he’s headed.” He took her hand. “I’ll be in the same car watching everything. I won’t let him touch you.” He kissed her hand. “I promise.”
“How will he not notice you?” She turned her hand entwining their fingers.
“I’ll be dressed in business clothes. He’s only seen me in my trail clothes. He won’t think a gunslinger would be all dandied up.” He smiled trying to make light of the situation. Craven was too self-centered to connect two well-dressed adults with either he or Darcy. But there was still the slight chance the man was brighter than he’d shown so far.
Darcy picked up a roll and smeared it with preserves. Gil shifted, bumping the cold tray into her legs. Darcy jumped, tossing the roll with preserves on Gil.
The look on her face as the roll slid down his chest told him she’d put tomorrow out of her thoughts. She giggled and covered her mouth. Gil arched his eyebrow and plucked the roll from his body.
Darcy leaned over the tray and ran her tongue up his chest, licking the preserves. He shoved the tray to the side, allowing her closer. Her small, soft tongue across his skin lit a bonfire in his belly. By the time she’d cleaned his chest, he was hard and hungry. Not for food. She lowered her head, giving his maleness the same attention she’d shown his torso.
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Marshal in Petticoats
After accidentally shooting a bank robber, Darcy Duncan becomes marshal of a town as accident prone as herself. And she’s not about to take orders from a corrupt mayor or a handsome drifter.
Gil Halsey discovers the new marshal is a passionate woman hell bent on proving the mayor is corrupt and dodging outlaws to clear her name.
Award-winning author Paty Jager andher husband raise alfalfa hay in rural eastern Oregon. On her road to publication she wrote freelance articles for two local newspapers and enjoyed her job with the County Extension service as a 4-H Program Assistant. Raising hay and cattle, riding horses, and battling rattlesnakes, she not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.
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