Hello,
I’m Suzie Grant, action fanatic, mother of three boys in a house full of
testosterone, and gaming extraordinaire. Okay so maybe that’s stretched a
little but it sounded great. Being in a family full of boys all my life turned
me into somewhat of a tomboy. And since my kids were little we’ve seen every
action film ever made...okay, another exaggeration. Most every action film ever
made. I can’t take my kids to go see chick flicks like romantic comedies or
anything like that. Heck, I can’t even get my other half to go with me half the
time. So I’ve learned to get them on DVD and pile on the sofa to watch them
alone.
I’d
like to think that in my stories you get the best of both worlds. Strong female
characters who have just a hint of a feminine side. And each of these women
have a journey to find themselves and along the way they learn something about
themselves that sets them onto a different path. They learn that life tosses
you a lemon and you’re forced to make lemonade so to speak.
And
characters are what make any story memorable. We want to see life through their
eyes, love what they love, hate what they hate and learn from their mistakes.
It’s those three dimensional characters that make or break a story.
One
of my favorite characters is one of my very first written characters. Blaze
Marie Austin. She’s flawed in many, many, many ways. Life hasn’t been kind to
her in the least, but she’s learned to endure and keep moving forward. But by
the end of the story she’s also learned that in order to find true happiness
she must first learn to trust in others as well as herself. She must let go
because asking for help is something we must all do at one time or another.
I
think we as women, mothers, and wives can all relate to having to feel as if we
must do it all ourselves. So it’s easy to empathize with Blaze. With the second book in the series looming on the publishing horizon I've created a little interview with her that takes place after the first book The Devil’s Daughter. I hope you enjoy meeting Blaze. And be sure to stay tuned for the second installment of the The Devil Ryder series, The Devil's Defiance.
Eden,
Texas 1874
Hammers
clanged and the consistent whir of a saw filled the air I climbed the steps of
the boardwalk to newly rebuilt Whiskey Spades Saloon. I couldn’t believe that I
was meeting my client in a saloon, especially a woman, but she wouldn’t have it
any other way.
I
straightened my skirts and tugged at the pale yellow high collared blouse
before entering the establishment. My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and
immediately found the bright red-head. She stood at the bar, one booted foot
propped on the brass foot rail. Downing the shot of whiskey in her hand, she
turned toward me, and wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
Grave,
dark blue eyes studied me. “Eden’s first paper,” she whispered and leaned one
elbow on the bar. “Interesting turn of events for this little town, don’t you
think?”
“Exciting
to say the least,” I exclaimed. “Along with our brand new sheriff and now our
newest saloon owner who is a woman.”
Blaze
Ryder gave a ghost of a smile. “Who would have believed I would marry a bounty
hunter turned sheriff? Funny how life’s little turns takes us down trails we
never would’ve considered.”
I
smiled. Indeed, life had taken many turns for Mrs. Ryder. After spending most
of her young life with her picture posted on a wanted poster her marriage to a
man like Gade Ryder had surprised many people, including herself, I’m sure.
“I’d
like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind?”
“Shoot.”
I
cleared my throat at the unintended pun and my hands shook as I drew forth my
notes. “How exactly did you and Gade Ryder meet?”
Blaze
chuckled. “His father found me in an alley with a bullet in my back and brought
me back to his ranch.”
My
eyes widened. I hadn’t really expected that. “Who injured you?”
She
sighed. “Someone from my past wanted me dead and we’ll leave it at that.”
I
nodded, not wishing to press the ex-gunslinger further.
“But
I will tell you this, he wasn’t what I expected,” Blaze whispered.
“What
do you mean?”
“The
town painted him a very dark man, selfish and uncaring of anyone. I found
someone completely different from the stories they told.”
“Can
you explain?”
Blaze
swallowed her whiskey and set the glass down on the bar. “Gade returned home to
a father he’d been estranged from for twelve years simply because his father
requested his presence. Does that sound like a selfish man to you?”
I
shook my head but didn’t speak.
“No,
it doesn’t. In fact I learned that he unwittingly played the hero quite often
in his life, not because he was forced to but because of the injustice of it
all. He was a man who couldn’t sit back and just pretend he didn’t see what was
happening around him. He was a man who stood up for what was right, even when
he had to stand alone. That’s a good man. That was a man I wanted to know.”
Indeed.
It wasn’t often you found anyone standing up for what was right anymore. Not in
this day and age. Not in the west.
“Speaking
of doing the right thing, Mrs. Ryder, I’m certain you’re aware of the women’s
rights movement taking place in New York City. Do you have any thoughts on
this?”
Blaze
chuckled and tapped the bar for another drink. “No. I wasn’t aware of any kind
of movement to tell the truth but women aren’t cattle. We do what we must in order
to survive and I’m certain you’ll find many untold stories of heroic women who
aren’t looking for publicity. Instead, they simply want to live their lives as
they fit, make decisions based on their beliefs, and take care of their
families. Women have been doing it for years why is this suddenly considered news?”
“Well,
you do realize women don’t have the right to vote yet.”
“You
don’t need a man’s acknowledgment or the government to give you the right to
vote to be a strong woman. All you need is a belief in yourself.”
“Spoken
like a true activist.”
Blaze
shook her head. “Oh no, I’m not an activist. I’m just a woman trying to live my
life the best way I know how. And finally, I have something to show for it
after all these years.”
“And
what’s that?”
She
smiled wistfully. “A wonderful husband and we hope a child on the way.”
“Where
do you see the future of women’s rights headed?”
“The
same direction they’ve always been headed. Forward.”
Well
said, Mrs. Ryder. The Wild West wasn’t built by just cowboys. Oh no, many of
the greatest tales are the ones that you don’t find in a book. Over time, women
have fought and paved the way for other women in this man’s world. And the road
here hasn’t been an easy one. But the one thing you can always count on is that
a woman, no matter the time period or the place, will do what she must in order
to get the job done. That’s always been the case.
And
the same is true with the historical romance genre. Looking back
through our genre’s history may bring us together but looking ahead into our
future, you can rest assured knowing that the historical romance genre will
endure both time and trends.
So tell me some of the most memorable characters who've ever met in the historical romance genre and what was it about them that makes them so compelling.