Welcome to Sidney Bristol! This is the first time here on my blog- first of many I hope- so let’s give her a warm welcome!
Thanks Nikki for hosting me today!
I must admit, doing guest blogs and promotional things for my book is still so foreign. Last year around this time I was hoping that someday I would be able to sell a book…
Crazy what can happen in a year?
To date I have one book out, Flirting with Rescue, and one forthcoming title I can tell you about, Personal Adventures, and several things that are still under wraps. It’s all very surreal, but one thing that keeps bringing home to me that I can wear the “real author” name tag are the conversations I have with readers.
Last week I was talking to a lovely lady who thanked me for having a Cuban hero in Flirting with Rescue. I’ll admit that I didn’t write Scott for compliments, I wrote him because he fit the story. It just so happened that he wasn’t “white.”
Ethnic diversity in fiction is something that’s always drawn me to books. I love visiting different cultures and understanding them. I think that we don’t see enough of it in any genre of literature, personally. The dynamics of meshing one people group with another, as happens in America for example, provides an interesting backdrop for any story.
Take Jessa Slade’s Forged of Shadows, for example. The heroine is of Asian descent, and her culture and tight knit community in Chicago play a prominent role in figuring out a possible cure for something that’s going on within the series. There are several characters in Ilona Andrew’s Kate Daniel’s series who have various ethnic heritages that impact the story, from Dali to Jim to any number of the characters inhabiting her world, they’re vibrant and rich, and seldom come from the same background.
When I sat down to write Personal Adventures, I wanted to take some of those stories I’d loved that mixed cultures and do my own thing. Since I write contemporary romance, everything is set in a familiar setting. I picked the Rocky Mountains, mostly because I love white water rafting.
The heroine in this book is Asian-Native American, and was the byproduct of a lot o late night conversations with my college roommate and best friend to this day. The complex system of who can date who, when you can hang out with what friends and how aid is handled was fascinating to learn about. A lot of it I knew from having traveled and worked with Native American groups at Wild West shows, but it’s different when you get to the personal element of how it impacted my friend growing up.
As much as I love a good paranormal or fantasy book, sometimes you can’t beat real life for drama and a dose of what-the-heck. I hope that I’m able to capture some of that.
But why don’t you be the judge? Leave a comment to win a copy of my January Ellora’s Cave release, Flirting with Rescue.
It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
Excerpt- Flirting With Rescue
Sparks—and clothes—fly when hot veterinarian Cody-Lynn Parker shows up at Scott Carillo’s animal shelter. Scott’s had a bad run with women, but he can’t keep his hands off Cody’s luscious curves.
Cody’s trying to be professional, but she can barely concentrate on work thanks to her craving for the tall, dark and sexy Cuban. She kisses caution goodbye and Scott hello when his shirt comes off.
Between naked star-gazing and naughty massages, their steamy fling turns into an affair of the heart. But when thieves target Cody, she finds herself flirting with danger, and Scott wants to rescue her whether she thinks she needs it or not.
“He has three legs,” Cody said.
“Don’t tell him that.”
Scott handed her a pitiful nylon leash. Tripod looked up at her with intelligence in his brown eyes. His front left leg was missing, but Scott was right about one thing, no one had ever bothered to tell Tripod he shouldn’t be able to do something because he was missing something as minor as a leg.
“He was a guard dog. He still knows his commands. We just haven’t found someone who wants to take a chance with a dog that could be aggressive.”
“All right.” Cody nodded and crouched in front of the large brindled dog. He showed neither aggression nor a desire to be friendly; he was an animal who knew to reserve judgment of a person until they proved their worth. “Well, Tripod, I can’t believe they’re calling you that, but let’s show you where the food will be.”
Cody ran a hand over his short fur coat and twitched the leash. Tripod moved without difficulty, the front leg hopping along like a pogo stick while the hind legs moved normally. Though she’d anticipated he’d move slower, Tripod easily kept pace with them as Cody took him around to the back porch where she’d put out dog food and water.
Tripod lapped at the water and sniffed the food.
“Checking the vittles?”
Scott snorted. “Do you actually say that?”
“Vittles?” She grinned. “No, just sounded right.”
Kneeling next to Tripod, Cody pulled a dog collar out of her pocket and clipped it around his neck. She needed to get him a set of tags.
“Okay, buddy, welcome home.” Cody slipped the nylon leash and collar from the shelter off him and patted his hindquarters.
“Cody, that’s not a good—”
“If he doesn’t choose to stay here, nothing will keep him here. Besides,” she shrugged, “he knows where the food is now. If he’s as smart as you say he is, he’ll be fine.”
Tripod, by some uncanny canine knowledge, looked up at the two of them as if to say, “I’m right here.”
“You tell him, Tri.” Cody grinned, butterflies flitting around in her stomach.
She’d debated calling Scott earlier, but with the uncertainty of the evening trespassers she’d wanted someone else to talk to, and she didn’t have to explain her worries to him. Scott understood and he’d reacted almost how she expected he would. The urge to protect her, to get to the bottom of things and figure out that the men responsible for Pepper and Rider’s deplorable treatment were out on bail—those she had expected. She hadn’t expected him to get her a guard dog. Some girls wanted jewelry or other presents. Cody liked animals, and a three-legged dog no one else wanted was the best present she’d received since her college boyfriend gave her a pink shotgun for Valentine’s Day. Even having Scott back at Grandpa G’s place was enough for her.
Uncertainty made her ask herself the tough questions. Was he there because he wanted to be? Or did he feel responsible for her? She didn’t want to be an obligation. Cody was a big girl and could look after herself, but she didn’t mind his company.
She craved it. City boys might be her new thing, especially ones with sexy accents.
“How’s everything else?”
“Good.” Cody stood, dusting her hands on her thighs. “Rider and Pepper are looking better. Do you want to see them?”
Scott considered the question for a moment, giving her a wicked smile and watching her from under half-lidded eyes. “No.”
Well, hello, mutual hunger.
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