Carol Preflatish is my guest today, and she's here to tell us about her latest release, HER BLUEGRASS BEAU. Thanks for being here, Carol!
"Her Bluegrass Beau" is author Carol Preflatish's seventh romance novel and her favorite one so far. "I like to write about locations that I'm familiar with and while I'm not from Kentucky, it's one of my favorite places to visit."
"Her Bluegrass Beau" is about Karri Taylor needing to get out of California and away from her ex-boyfriend. She couldn't think of a better time to visit the Kentucky farm she inherited from her great-aunt.
Jake Duncan is the definition of a perfect southern gentleman and it doesn't take long for Karri take an interest. From helping him nurse his sick horse back to health to meeting the neighbors, she develops an affection for both Jake and the many attributes of the Bluegrass State.
Her plan was to sell the farm and head back home, But, when a blizzard hits, the plan changes. She's stranded at the farmhouse until Jake comes to the rescue. With the lack of enough food and discovering the generator stolen, the only thing she can do is accept Jake's offer to stay with him until power is restored.
During her time with Jake, she learns that a big company is trying to buy all the farms in the area, against the wishes of the neighbors. She's torn between selling her farm and going back home where she owns a business or stay in Kentucky and start all over with Jake by her side.
Carol Preflatish lives in southern Indiana and shares a log cabin with her husband and two cats in what seems like an enchanted forest with a menagerie of wildlife constantly visiting. A few little-known facts about Carol are that she's a licensed amateur radio operator, has a degree in Physical Education, and is a collector of golf balls, shot glasses, and coins. Carol is a member of the Sisters in Crime organization and Kentuckiana Authors.
Excerpt from HER BLUEGRASS BEAU:
The next morning, she woke up thinking she heard a noise. There it was again. Someone was pounding on the front door. Still dark outside, she looked at her watch that showed seven
o'clock local time. She quickly got out of bed, grabbed her robe and headed down the stairs to the door. Before opening it, she looked around for something to protect herself. She spotted an
umbrella behind the door and picked it up. It would have to do.
She turned the porch light on and moved the curtain on the door aside to see who was waking her up at such an early hour. It was four a.m. in California.
Standing on the other side of the door was Jake, the neighbor she met last night. "Good morning,” his frosty breath floated upward as he spoke.
"What do you want?" she said, still not opening the door.
"I brought you some coffee and biscuits with sorghum. Can I come in? It's kind of cold out here."
Karri looked up at the big round thermometer that hung from the porch roof and saw the temperature was nineteen degrees. The thought of that hot coffee sounded too good to pass up,
especially since her bare feet were freezing. She opened the door to let Jake inside and pulled her light robe around her. She shivered when the cold air hit her skin.
"Thanks. The cold was beginning to make it through my clothes." He immediately started walking toward the kitchen. He held a thermos in one hand and a pie tin with aluminum foil over
it. More rudeness, she thought. She put the umbrella back and followed him to the kitchen.
"I figured you didn't have any food here and would be hungry for breakfast. I fixed me some biscuits this morning and thought I'd bring some back to you." He turned on the oven and uncovered the pie tin of biscuits. From one coat pocket, he sat a glass jar of brown syrupy looking substance on the table and then from the other pocket, he took out a small piece of aluminum foil. When he unfolded it, she saw it had butter inside.
"You think of everything, don't you?"
"I try. Why don't get a couple plates and coffee cups for us. I only brought some sugar, I hope you don't use cream?" He took a plastic zipper bag of sugar out of the same pocket that had held
"Sugar is fine." She went to the cabinet and got some plates and cups. After rinsing and drying them, she brought them to the table. Jake got silverware from one of the drawers and placed them on the table.
He sure knows his way around this kitchen, she thought. As he poured her a cup of coffee, she thought she might be salivating. She added two sugars to her cup and took a long drink
before sitting down.
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