Pages

Showing posts with label Agnes Alexander. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Agnes Alexander. Show all posts

Sunday, May 19, 2019

An Interview with Agnes Alexander

Author's Website
 
Why did you start writing fiction and what genre(s) do you write?

I think my fiction writing career started when I was a little girl. I was the oldest of 3 children and I spent a lot of time making up stories for my younger brother and sister. I grew up, married and had one daughter. All the time I was writing this and that, but it stayed in a desk drawer. When she started school, I went to college. One of the professors encouraged me to send some of my writings for publication. I finally did
—and some of them sold. I wrote 3 children’s activity books that sold, but I knew that was not what I wanted to write.


Circumstances forced me back into public work and I worked as a Human Resource Manager. The years passed and I wrote and sold hundreds of articles, short stories and a specials for the local newspaper. The books I wrote stayed in the desk drawer. When I quit work to take care of my terminally ill mother, I began writing a mystery novel. It was published in 2003. I then began to write romantic suspense. In 2010 I decided to write what I most like to read, the western historical romance. I decided to write each book based on the alphabet. I would title them with a woman’s name and one other word. I also decided to jump around in the ABCs. My first book in this series was FIONA’S JOURNEY. Twenty-one of these have been published and the other five are under contract or are nearing completion. NELDA’S HOMECOMING will be out from Wings this summer. This is my favorite genre to write, though I occasionally get an idea for a romantic suspense and will write it. In total, I have 47 published books. 

Books with Wings ePress
Why this/those genre(s)? What attracts you to them?  


I love history, especially the history of the US and the way it was settled. It took people with grit to forge their way West and carve out a nation in the wilderness. I couldn’t do it, but I admire their pluck and courage. I also think the Native Americans were not treated fairly in many cases, and I include one or more of these brave people in many of my books. Generally speaking, what is the driving force behind your characters? Have any of your characters changed in a drastic way from what you imagined at the start of the writing process?

Unless it is in the plot for them to change, my characters stay true to themselves. I’m not saying they don’t grow because they do. My heroin may be a spoiled, haughty socialite or a hard-hearted woman who doesn’t believe things could be better in the beginning of the story, but circumstances force her to become a caring person. Or my hero may be a loner, set in his way and stubborn who wants nothing to do with ‘a good woman’ because one has let him down in the past. Yet deep down he’s a good man who only needs the circumstances he faces to show him who he really is.

What do you find most difficult in writing you book, and how long does it take to write a story?

I don’t have a lot of difficulty in writing my books. Before I start to write, I spend a long time thinking about my main characters. When I start writing, I know these folks as well as I know members of my family. I know how they will react to a situation and what they will say and how they say it. It sounds crazy to anyone who doesn’t write, but do sometimes surprise me. As real people, they will occasionally come up with something I haven’t thought about. The time it takes to write a book varies. On average I usually have 3 to 4 books published a year. Since I write on more than one book a time, if I were to separate out the time I spend on one book, I’d say it takes 3 to 4 months to write one, edit it and get it ready to publish.

Are there other types of writing you do, such as non-fiction or short fiction?

Other than writing an occasional guest blog, a thank you note or a grocery list, I only write fiction. I will delve into a short-story occasionally, but not often. It takes me almost as long to write a shorter piece as it does to write a book, so I prefer the longer manuscripts.
 

Has your writing affected you in anyway and what would you recommend to anyone wanting to start writing fiction?

My writing has always been a part of me, therefore I assume it opens me to the life that has gone before me or life as it is happening now. It has always been in my nature to write, and I think it affects me in the way anyone’s profession does them. A teacher, teaches. A preacher, preaches. A sports figure plays his/her game. A writer, writes. And on and on.

For those who want to write fiction, I would tell you don’t do it because you want to, but do it because you have to. If you feel you must write, then sit down and do it. It could happen, but don’t expect your first efforts to be perfect. Though there are a few stories of books such as the Harry Potter series that made a fortune, don’t expect to get rich writing. It would be easier to win the lottery. On the other hand, you will have the satisfaction of doing what you feel you have to do. Practical advice: Take a writing class taught by a writer. Join writing groups that support you and your efforts. Join national groups and seek out other writers. You will find writers to be a giving and helpful group of people.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Opal's Faith

By Agnes Alexander
Historical Western Romance 364 pages
Cover art by Trisha FitzGerald

Nineteen-year-old Opal Barnett never dreamed that leaving her home in Memphis, Tennessee to settle on a ranch that her father had inherited near the little town of Wildweed, Arizona would bring such an unsettling change in life. Not only did she find a half-breed cousin, but she found she had to give up dreams of wearing beautiful gowns and dress in britches, ride a horse, round up cattle, and do many jobs required of a rancher. She never dreamed that the hired hand who was such a help to would become the object of her secret dreams. She knew she had to fight the impulse she had to touch him every time they were together because she didn't have time in her life for anything except helping her family.

Jace Renwick had one goal, to find the man who had murdered his father in a Colorado gold field ten years earlier. The fact that he was pushing thirty, time most men who wanted a family had settled down, didn't tempt him to give up the pursuit. Informed the culprit was in Arizona, he set out to track  him down and landed up at the Barnette ranch. Knowing this would be a good place to keep a low profile in his search, he volunteers to help George Barnett get the place up and running. But the auburn haired Opal was harder to ignore than he ever dreamed a woman would be.

Excerpt:

"Who is that man, Opal?" Her mother asked as soon as she was in the door.

"He said his name was Jace Renwick, not that that means anything to us. He wanted to water his horse and get a drink for himself."

Her mother frowned. "Is he going to leave as soon as he waters his horse?"

"He said he wanted to talk to Papa."

"Papa's in town," Pearl butted in.

"I know. Mr. Renwick said he'd wait for him at the barn. I didn't tell him that it would be a while before Papa came home."

Gloria glanced out the door. "It kind of makes me nervous with a strange man being here and your father gone."

"Maybe he'll get tired of waiting and leave, Mama." Opal hoped those words would waylay her mother's fears, but she didn't believe them as she said them. From her first impression of the man, she got the feeling that once Mr. Renwick set his mind to something, he'd see it through. She wasn't sure how she got this feeling. It was just there.
~ * ~

Though neither he nor his horse needed water, Jace had a drink, then led China to the trough for a few sips. Afterward he moved him to the corral and looped the reins over one of the standing posts. He removed the saddle and hung it over the fence where the rails weren't broken. He couldn't help noticing how rundown the place looked. He'd learned in town this morning that the owner had recently died and his greenhorn brother and his family had not only inherited the place, but had moved in the day before. He wasn't sure the family's trip from the east was worth the trouble to claim the inheritance. It would take a lot of backbreaking work to make this ranch turn a profit. Work he was sure a tenderfoot wasn't able to put in, even if he were willing.

But the people on this ranch weren't his problem. He had his own objective and these naïve people were unwittingly going to help him achieve it, though they didn't or wouldn't realize they were doing it.
Stepping inside the barn, not only to escape the extra warm spring day, but to look around, he was pleased to find the structure solid, with no signs of leakage from the roof or the walls. There were four stalls and the back doors would give access from both directions. He climbed the attached ladder to the loft and walked around. The boards were fine with the exception of one or two that needed nailing down.

Returning to the main floor, he went to the room which interested him the most. It was built on the right side of the barn before the stalls began. He pushed the door open and entered. He was surprised to find the room larger than he'd thought it would be.

As he did in other areas of the barn, he tested the walls for stability. They were as strong as the rest of the building. He walked to the window and looked out. There was an unobstructed view of the house and the approaching road.

Finding this to his liking, he muttered, "With a little cleaning and a bed built in the back wall, this will be ideal. Yep, for the next few months this will be my bedroom."

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Valissa's Home



By Agnes Alexander
Historical Romance, 318 pages
Cover art by Pat Evans

Blurb: Valissa Prescott’s half-brother has gambled away her Galveston estate, Heartsong and it’s been bought by Nathan Stone a hardnosed cowboy and businessman who owns several businesses in Galveston. Though she thinks she has three weeks to vacate the estate, he arrives early to claim his property. Without money or close relatives, Valissa has no choice but to remain at the house until she can find somewhere else to go.

When she realizes she is beginning to fall for this giant of a man who thinks he can bully everyone into doing his will, she tries everything she can think of to get away from him. But the one thing she didn’t count on was his smoldering desire to keep her in his home.
Excerpt: Valissa Prescott stared at Milton Bower. What did the solicitor say? She must have heard him wrong. There was no way her half-brother Kyle could have been so careless. He couldn’t have gambled away everything they owned, including her home. He just couldn’t have. Or could he?

Milton said everything the Prescott siblings owned was gone. Even the house. The beautiful pink-brick structure in one of Galveston’s most desirable neighborhoods. The estate where three generations of Prescotts had lived. The home her grandfather had built for his wife and named ‘Heartsong’ when the shipping business had become prosperous. The home where her mother was born, and had been the mistress until she died of a fever when Valissa was ten years old. The home where her father bled to death from a bullet wound from an angry rival when Valissa was fourteen. The home her half-brother was to hold in trust for her until she married or until her twenty-fifth birthday if she remained single. If she were married between the ages of nineteen and twenty-five, she and her new husband would get Heartsong immediately. Valissa would celebrate her nineteenth birthday in November.

According to her grandfather’s friend and solicitor, the stipulation no longer mattered. Heartsong didn’t belong to the Prescott family any longer. It was owned by a stranger. Someone who had no connection with the family at all. Someone who wouldn’t care about the history of how the beloved mansion had always sheltered the Prescott family.

How could Kyle have been so irresponsible? He was twelve years older than Valissa; therefore their father probably considered him capable and responsible enough to take care of his younger sister. The will had been written while Edward Prescott was dying, so there was no disputing it. Kyle received the shipping business, which he promptly sold, and Valissa was to receive the estate with an allowance her brother was to provide through Milton Bower as banker and solicitor to keep the place running.

Mr. Bower insisted that, at the time, no one had known about Kyle’s gambling and drinking habits. No one had ever guessed that his trips out of town were spent losing money in gambling houses, bordellos, and saloons.

He informed her that, when it began to dawn on the bank that Kyle Prescott had depleted the large account in his name and had begun to dip into Valissa’s inheritance, they tried to stop him from leaving his little sister in dire straits. It was no use. They could do nothing. Little by little, Kyle had let all their inheritance slip away. Of course no one informed Valissa of any of this until this meeting with Milton Bower.

“Why didn’t someone tell me?” Valissa looked at him with her big aqua-blue eyes that were misting in spite of her resolve not to cry.