Erica Vetsch started the journey with Bartered Bride and moved on have her newest book, Maggie and the Maverick out soon. Oh, it sounds SOOOOOO good, too. I think Erica is even going to give us a sneak peek today.
What is it, Erica. 5 or 6 books within a year? Year and a half? It’s some crazy amount – and they’re all through Heartsong Presents. You can find out more about her books at www.ericavetsch.com
Today – she’s giving away a copy of her newest book to some lucky commenter. Maggie and the Maverick. Woohoo!!!
So, Erica, we got to meet and hang with Seekers in September. I enjoyed meeting you so much. From what I understand, your humor comes out in your books too 🙂
Erica is in the red blouse in the pic above , with me on the far left and Mary Connealy in the center. What a blessing – two fabulous writers and two great senses of humor too. What a night!
Okay, so let’s get to the good stuff here. What are some elements that are present when a hero and heroine first realize they are falling in love with each other? What are some beautiful, interesting, unique ways of showing that realization?
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I think when a man and woman fall in love, that it is a recognition of similarity of soul more than anything. They may be wildly different on the outside, but inside, where it counts, they are the same. This recognition is something they’ve never felt before for another person, and it tends to scare at least one of the pair.
(Pepper Here) Erica, I am copying and pasting that quote for my desktop. Oh My GOODNESS!! – was that from Wuthering Heights? Okay – sorry- distracted by the beauty in that thought. Whew…. Erica – you have an excerpt for us today?
Here’s an excerpt from my new release, Maggie and the Maverick.
Then Cal stood before her. “May I have the honor?”
She stopped clapping. “You?”
He nodded, the dimple creasing his cheek. “Seb and I were declared the co-winners of the wild horse breaking. He’s decided to sit this one out with Georgia. What do you say?”
It’s not fair, Lord. You know what I have to do. Why do You make it so hard?
“Maggie?” He held out his hand.
A girl could sink deep into those blue eyes and never surface. Her hand went out to his, and she shivered when their fingers touched.
He tugged, and she followed him up onto the platform. Though others moved around them, they were only vague images on the edge of her vision. Cal’s face drew her complete attention, and he fitted her into his arms with ease.
His strong hand spread-eagled on her back, guiding her, and her fingers rested lightly on his broad shoulder. He winked at her and tilted his head as if summing her up and liking what he saw.
She couldn’t look away. The power he had over her frightened her into stiffening.
“Relax.” He leaned in and whispered against her temple, his breath tangling in her hair. “I’m not going to bite you.”
You could do far worse than that, Cal McConnell. You could break my heart.
“I didn’t come here to talk about that though.”
The direct look in his blue eyes made Maggie’s breath stumble. “You didn’t?”
“Nope. I came to talk about us.”
Her breath didn’t stumble this time. It fell flat and refused to get up. Her heart, in contrast, squeezed hard then raced around her chest. “Us?” She strangled on the word and it came out weaker than she wanted.
“Maggie, I have some powerful feelings for you, and I think you have some for me, too.” He reached out and took her hand, searing her palm by brushing his thumb across her skin. “I can sense that you’re holding something back from me, that you’re afraid. I can understand that. We haven’t known each other long, but I want to know everything about you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I watched my brothers fall in love and get married, and I see how happy they are, how much they love their wives. I promised myself that unless or until I found someone to love like that, I wouldn’t ever get married.”
Her hand spasmed within his, and she jerked.
“I know, it’s a little soon to be talking about marriage, but I want to be honest with you. I love you, Maggie Davis, and I want to marry you, when you’re ready, when you think you know me well enough, and when you’re ready to trust me. I think I fell in love with you the minute I dumped all that girly stuff out of your suitcase. The way you glared up at me, and later you bawled me out for messing with Georgia’s affections. When I held you on the dance floor, well, I just knew I’d never be the same again.” He grinned, and a lightheaded vapor swirled through her head. “I look at you, and I start thinking forever kind of thoughts.”
She didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and accept the love he offered her. Part of her wanted to run. Far. And fast. Then he reached out and caressed her cheek. Her heart tumbled. He deserved to know the truth. At least as much of the truth as she could tell him. Because in a blinding flash, she admitted what she had been refusing to acknowledge. She loved him. She was in love with Cal McConnell.
On the heels of this admission came soul-wracking fear. Lord, is this wise? Can I risk handing my heart over to someone again? She’d prayed the prayer a hundred times since the Fourth of July, and each time she felt His nudging her to trust, not only Cal but Him. A verse she’d been holding onto came to her mind. “In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.”
Cal has recognized in Maggie the soul-mate he’s been looking for, the kind of love his brothers have found, that he’s not willing to miss out by settling for less. And their growing closeness is scaring Maggie to death!
I know that my husband and I are a mismatched couple to many. On the outside we seem very different. He’s quiet, brainy, kind, and disciplined. I’m a ‘gregarious introvert’ who can talk to just about anyone, loves to be in charge, and tends to leap before she looks, quite often.
But inside, where it counts, we think alike. Our faith is the same, our views on politics, parenting, finances, and more are the same. Our views on marriage and respect line up. That’s so very freeing. Because he can be a computer guru and coin collector, and I can be a novelist and Jayhawks fan, and we’re good. He takes a long time to write an email, and I sing all the time around the house. He likes to sleep in, and I have a hard time staying in bed once my eyes open in the morning. Those differences don’t matter, and we can work with each other and allow each other to be our unique selves, and we can live in harmony, because inside, we recognize that whatever our souls are made of, his and mine, they are the same.
That is simply beautiful. And inspiring. I feel ready to go write something with lots of romance in it 😉 Oh, how lovely. Thank you for being here today.
And for those of you visiting – check out her books. They’re the perfect combination of sweet romance, humor, well-written, and inexpensive. You can’t beat that!! (Unless you win a free copy) J
Erica’s words inspired my choice of this verse from Song of Solomon 8:6-7
6 Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy[a] unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.[b]
7 Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If human love can bind us soul-to-soul, how much more can God’s love capture us? How much more can we depend and fully trust in the strength of his self-sacrificial and abundant love.
The God of all eternity, who possessed everything he could ever want, wrapped himself in human flesh and gave his life- for the one thing he didn’t possess.
Because of love.
Oh what a Savior!
(Stop back in Friday for a visit from author, Siri Mitchell)