Sarah Hegger, and she’s here to tell us about a few of her favorite things, and her new release…
Do you have a pet?
This was Jack about five minutes before my dinner party guests arrived. He’d been helping dry a mud puddle in the garden.
He is too cute…and so muddy!
Where does your novel take place? Why did you choose that location? Have you ever been there?
The Bride Gift takes place in England, 1153. And in my former life at Eleanor of Aquitaine – ahem -no, I’ve never been there.
This is my absolute favorite, Kenilworth Castle. It’s largely a ruin now, but I remember standing beside the wall, with my hand on it, and wondering what life had passed in front of it. I decided the create some of those stories.
What is your favorite childhood TV show and what do you remember fondly about it?
I don’t know if it is my favorite, but I grew up in South Africa and we only got TV in 1975 (yup you read that right, 1975). Anyway, it was one channel, half Afrikaans and half English. On a Saturday night, after an ALL DAY (yawn) sport’s broadcast, the family programming would start, but it was dubbed into Afrikaans. I learnt to speak Afrikaans because I so wanted to know what was happening in Buck Rogers in the 25th Century.
What was one of your favorite songs/bands in high school?
Oooh, I have to answer this one, I just have to.
I am such an 80’s girl. I am a die-hard Depeche Mode fan. I had tickets to see them, for the first time, last year in Montreal. I booked the best seats I could, front row, center. Then we got the news we were transferring to Utah and I (sob) had to give them away. NOooooooo. But here’s a little touch of the Depeche Mode magic to cheer us all up.
This song was one that inspired me when writing my contemporary romances, The Willow Park Romances, due for release through Zebra (Kensington) next year.
I have to add my favorite here. 🙂
What is your favorite decade and why?
I think, I pretty much answered that one above. I have buried all pictures of me from that period, deep, deep, deep.
But I totally did a gothic version of this look. The biggest disappointment in my life was my straight, straight hair. I even resorted to sugar water to get big hair. Okay, you’re looking confused. You wash your hair in sugar water and then dry it. You smell like cotton candy but THE HOLD IS AWESOME.
Love, love, love the 80’s!
And now, for something completely different.
My new release and the reason I’m really here, The Bride Gift, releases May 14th from Soul Mate Publishing.
This is what it’s all about:
It’s 1153 in the period dubbed ‘The Anarchy’, King Stephen and Empress Maud are not the only ones embroiled in a fierce battle of the sexes.
Determined to control her own destiny, willful Helena of Lystanwold has chosen just the husband to suit her purposes. But, when her banished guardian uncle attempts to secure her future and climbs through her bedroom window with a new husband by a proxy marriage, she understandably balks. Notorious warrior, Guy of Helston, is everything Helena swore she would never marry; a man who lives by the sword, like the man who murdered her sister.
This marriage finally brings Guy close to his lifetime dream of gaining lands and a title. He is not about to let his feisty bride stand in his way. A master strategist, Guy sets out to woo and conquer his lady.
Against a backdrop of vengeance, war and betrayal, Guy and Helena must learn to forge a united front or risk losing everything.
And I couldn’t let you go without giving you a small taste:
Slowly, Helena turned and approached her husband.
His large body barely fit in the wooden tub. He sat with his knees almost to his ears. A slight frown creased his dark brows.
Helena dipped her hand in the soft soap they kept for bathing; more jasmine. She rubbed it between her fingers to create lather. When they next made soap she would need to produce something less feminine for Guy.
From this position, his head was almost on a level with her breasts. A feeling akin to excitement fluttered through her belly.
He watched her face as she leaned forward to soap his head, working it through his cropped hair. The bristly ends tickled her palm.
She reached for a bucket of rinsing water. He closed his eyes as soap and bubbles streamed down the strong planes of his cheeks. Droplets clung to his lashes. They were almost ridiculously long and so incongruous with the rest of him. Probably the only part of him that could be called soft.
He dropped his head forward onto his knees so she could finish rinsing.
Guy presented the broad expanse of his back, and she laid her hands across the sun-darkened skin. He was warm under her fingers and beneath the smooth skin, his muscles bunched slightly as she spread the soap. This might be bearable. When she rubbed her fingers on either side of his spine, he made a soft purr of enjoyment.
Her pulse jumped.
“Soft hands,” he said.
Her fingers traced a long, puckered scar running beneath his shoulder blade and disappearing around his side.
“A lance man with poor aim,” he murmured.
The skin on his back was firm, but marked by the scars of a lifetime spent wielding a sword. “It appears you really do fight,” she commented lightly.
For some reason those accumulated injuries and the pain they had caused angered her as well as rendered her sorry for his suffering. Helena steeled her resolve. It was just these sorts of wounds that made him perfect for her purpose.
She lathered soap across his shoulders and down the thick, corded muscle of each arm. Her belly reacted with another odd little quiver as her fingers slid across his skin like oil poured from a vial.
Guy raised his eyes to her face. A slumberous warmth made them glow nearly silver.
Her breath quickened in her chest as if she had been running; her hands tingled where they touched him.
Oooh, I have to read this!
Buy from Amazon today…or tomorrow. 🙂
And in case you haven’t heard enough about me, here’s the official version:
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently lives in Draper, Utah with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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