B.J. Daniels Valentine’s Day Q&A
About B.J. Daniels:
B.J. Daniels’ life dream was to write stories. After a career as an award-winning newspaper journalist, she wrote and sold 37 short stories before she finally wrote her first book. Since then she has won numerous awards including a career achievement award for romantic suspense.
She lives in Montana with her husband, Parker, three Springer Spaniels, Spot, Ace and Jem. When she isn’t writing, she snowboards, camps, boats, quilts and plays tennis.
About Renegade’s Pride:
The renegade cowboy returns
It’s been nine years since Trask Beaumont left Gilt Edge, Montana, with an unsolved crime in his wake, and Lillian Cahill has convinced herself she’s finally over him. But when the rugged cowboy with the easy smile suddenly shows up at her bar, there’s a pang in her heart arguing the attraction never faded. And that’s dangerous, because Trask has returned on a mission to clear his name and win Lillie back.
Tired of running, Trask knows he must uncover the truth of the past before he can hope for a future with the woman he’s never forgotten. But if Lillie’s older brother, the sheriff, learns that Trask is back in town, he’ll arrest him for murder. Now Trask is looking for a showdown, and he won’t leave town again without one—or without Lillie.
What’s your favorite romantic comedy, book or movie?
I won’t tell you how many times I’ve watched the movies French Kiss, Overboard and American Dreamer (the one where she gets amnesia and thinks she’s a heroine in a novel.) I’m a sucker for a happy ending.
First author hero?
A lusty adventurer married to the sea, Captain Brandon Birmingham who courted scorn and peril when he abducted the beautiful fugitive Heather Simmons from the tumultuous London dockside. J My first romance was Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’s THE FLAME AND THE FLOWER. Whew. It was pretty hot when it came out in the early 1970s. I fell in love with both Brandon and romance.
I love cookies and love to bake. I have my mother’s gingersnap recipe. It has to be my favorite and a favorite of my daughter’s as well. They are crisp and yet soft inside. Yum, now I’m going to have to bake some.
What are you doing for Valentine’s Day this year?
The week before Valentine’s Day is my husband’s and my 20th wedding anniversary!! So we’ll be celebrating clear up to Valentine’s Day. My husband will make me a special dinner. If you follow me on Facebook, you know what a great cook he is. And there might be candy hearts. Just sayin’.
My favorite thing about Valentine’s Day is…
Oh, come on, you know what’s coming… Taking a moment to appreciate those you love. And the candy hearts. J
Excerpt for BJ Daniels – Renegade’s Pride (9780373789269)
Wild and Wicked Cowboys
“Thank you, Lillie Girl,” her father said as she pulled up in front of his cabin. “No need to see me in. The pack rats probably carried off most everythin’ and left a mess ta boot.”
She shuddered to think what the inside of the cabin looked like as she watched him lift his pack and the bag of groceries she’d insisted on. “How long will you be staying out of the mountains?”
He looked up toward the Judiths, still snowcapped. “As long as I can stand it.” Lewis and Clark had discovered the mountains on their expedition to find the Northwest Passage. Clark named them after his soon-to-be wife, Judith.
You’ll let me know before you leave.” What if Flint was right about their father? What might happen to him up there alone, let alone in the mountains?
Ely met her gaze. “Don’t worry about me,” he said as if reading her mind. “Your brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
She didn’t need to ask which brother. Flint was the second oldest and the one who went into law enforcement after generations of Cahills who had teetered on the edge of the law. He was also the one who seemed to think it was his job to run the family with Tuck gone. She hated how reasonable he always was when just once she’d love to see him lose his cool like the rest of them. The only stupid thing her brother had ever done was marry Celeste York.
“You sure Flint wasn’t adopted?” she joked. “Or maybe you found him on your doorstep, where someone dumped him when he was a baby?”
“He’s well-meaning,” Ely said, surprising her.
“He arrested you.”
“He did that.” Her father laughed good-heartedly. “But I wasn’t myself last night. I understand why he had to.”
Lillie shook her head. “Always by the letter of the law.”
“Yep, that’s our Flint. He’d arrest his own grandmother if she was alive.” Ely laughed at the family joke. “But that’s only if the fool woman broke the law. It’s his job. Don’t forget that, Lillie.” He turned those gray eyes on her. “He takes bein’ sheriff seriously, no matter the cost to hisself.”
Her father was trying to warn her, as if he needed to remind her, what would happen if Flint found out Trask was back in town. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, touched by her father’s attempt to protect her. It filled her with fear of what the future held.
Trask was back, and when Flint found out, he’d have every resource available out looking for him. This time, Trask wouldn’t get away.
Hopefully, the cowboy had come to his senses and left town again. She preferred that over seeing him behind bars. But the thought that she wouldn’t see him again for another nine years or possibly ever was like a clenched fist around her heart.
“Take care, Lillie Girl,” her father said as he slung his pack over his shoulder and started to close the pickup door.
She nodded, her thoughts on Trask, a dangerous place for even her thoughts to be.