My latest
Rebel Ink Press title owes a little to two of my great-grandmothers. I borrowed my hero’s last name from my
Grandmammy, Sarah Mink, a wonderful lady with Cherokee blood and a long life. I was privileged to meet her at a very young
age and I’ve never forgotten the experience.
One of my other great-grandmothers, Nellie Durst Roberts, was born in
Oklahoma when it remained Indian Territory.
I have to give some credit to my grandparents too, especially Granny and
Pop, who talked about the Depression era so much it came alive for me if only
in imagination. And I have to mention
Charley Floyd who preferred to be called Charley or just ‘Choc’ rather than the
moniker the media pasted onto his image – Pretty Boy Floyd. I happen to be quite fond of western
Oklahoma and the sweeping flat country out there so using it as a setting for
one of my novels was inevitable!
If I
managed to capture a little taste of the troubled times, to give the reader at
least a hint of rural life in 1930’s Oklahoma, to depict some of the
desperation people felt during the Depression era, then I’ve succeeded.
And I hope
my readers will agree!
Dust Bowl Dreams
September 17, 2012
Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Rebel Ink Press
E-book $5.99
Life’s
never easy for a good-hearted man who decides crime is the answer to his
troubles.
No rain
in the summer of 1933 is bad news for Oklahoma farmer Henry Mink. The local
banker wants the mortgage on the farm paid and unless Henry comes up with the
dough, his widowed mother and four young siblings won’t have a home. Jobs are scarce so he decides to rob a
bank. His sweetheart, school teacher
Mamie Logan, doesn’t like the idea and neither does Henry’s kid brother Eddie
but Henry’s out of options.
He
leaves home and robs a bank at nearby Ponca City. When he returns home, he pays
off the mortgage but new troubles show up. Mamie is his greatest joy and they
become engaged but by fall, Henry has no options left but to rob another bank. If he can pull off one another big job, he
figures he’ll be set until the hard times are over but few things in life go as
planned. His desperate efforts will
either secure his future or destroy it forever.
If
Henry’s family survives and Mamie’s love endures, he’ll need a miracle.
Excerpt:
He slipped one arm
around her shoulder, the other around her slender waist and pulled her close to
him. Henry kissed her with all the
hunger built up over recent weeks, his want spilling from him with the force of
flood waters overflowing a river’s banks.
Her mouth met his with the same ravenous appetite, the kind born from
famine and Mamie gave him back heat, sweetness, and desire.
Soft light
from the rising moon sent silver illumination across her face as he undid her
many buttons, one by one, with his work calloused fingers. When he reached the last one, Mamie stepped
out of the garment and it reached the floor, discarded and forgotten. Henry fingered the thin straps of her
camisole then slipped it from her just as Mamie slid and stepped out of her
drawers. Faster than a snake shedding
away its old skin, Henry shucked out of his clothing until he stood nude before
her, his cock proud and erect. Goose
pimples rippled across his back as cool air from her unheated room wafted over
him and he watched the same appear on her creamy skin.
Henry
couldn’t wait any longer so he backed onto the narrow bed where Mamie slept
alone and took her. He nailed her with swift, intense strokes she seemed to
like as much as he did. He gasped aloud
with a physical rush of pleasure as her cavity tightened around him. Her legs locked around his torso and held him
in place and he pumped all his pent-up desires into her. She writhed beneath him and her motions
fueled his release. In the final
moments, he saw nothing but an explosion of brilliance behind his closed eyes
and his body discharged his passion into her vessel. Mamie caught it, held it, and returned it as
they hit their peak in unison.
She cried
out, wordless and loud with her release and he made some guttural noise even he
didn’t know what to call. Their shared
intimacy left him weak and breathless, but feeling finer than he had in weeks.
“I needed
it,” he whispered to Mamie as she scooted to lay head to toe in her bed, curled
up against his sweaty chest. “I love
you, honey.”
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