Good day everyone. I have whole bunch of goodies to share with you today about Big Sky Summer, the newest release of New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller. I’ve also got a giveaway for you as well to celebrate her new novel so be sure to check it out at the end of the post.
Q&A with Linda Lael Miller
Q: You’ve written over 100 books—and no, that is NOT a typo! How do you find ideas and what inspired you to start a new series in Parable, Montana, the setting of your newest book BIG SKY SUMMER?
A: I love to write about families and communities, and explore all the interconnections, all the feuds and friendships. Since country folk are the ones I know best, having grown up around them, I’m most at home in that milieu.
Q: You come from a Western family—you grew up on a ranch and love the outdoors. How have your personal experiences helped make your Parable, Montana series come to life? Are there any parts of your own life in BIG SKY SUMMER?
A: My books are always very organic, growing out of the characters and the initial situation they find themselves in, so it would be difficult to pinpoint any single incident that might inspire a story. I think my feelings and values come through in all the BIG SKY books—things like taking care of your own, lending a helping hand when it’s needed, keeping your word, going out of your way to stick up for children and animals and folks who find themselves sick or in trouble, never turning your back on what’s there to be done because, in the words of my old daddy, “it ain’t gonna go nowhere, so you might as well deal with it.”
Q: You write a lot of sexy men—Walker Parrish is pretty hot!—but they still seem real. What character traits do you think make for the most interesting male leads in your books?
A: We’re back to the values thing again. I admire strength in a man, courage, integrity, and follow-through. You can count on a cowboy to do what needs to be done right now—for instance, when it’s freezing out, cowboys will get out of a warm bed to build the fire or turn up the heat. They’ll wade through deep snow to get the rig started, and sometimes even put the coffee on to brew. If they see an animal or a child in a pickle of any kind, they don’t just shake their heads and say what a shame, they DO something. In creating my characters, I simply incorporate the traits I appreciate most—remembering, of course, that cowboys are human beings and they have faults.
Excerpt from Big Sky Summer (June 2013/MIRA)
From Chapter One
Walker Parrish, wedged into the middle of a third-row pew, with old ladies wearing gauzy hats and floral dresses packed in tightly on either side, risked a glance up at the church ceiling, just to make sure it wasn’t fixing to fall in on his head. He resisted a nervous urge to loosen his tie—for him, like churchgoing, tie-wearing was reserved for funerals and weddings. This occasion, fortunately, fell into the latter category.
The small sanctuary seemed charged with excitement; folks chatted in whispers, the organist was tuning up for the wedding march, and the groom, Sheriff Boone Taylor, stood tall up front, just to the right of the simple altar, looking eager and scared shitless, both at the same time. Like most men around Parable, Montana, Boone lived in jeans, cotton shirts and boots most of the time, and he looked a few degrees past uncomfortable in his rented tux.
Hutch Carmody and Slade Barlow, half-brothers and Boone’s closest friends, stood up with him, hardly recognizable in monkey suits of their own. Both married men, and cowboys to the core, they kept an eye on Boone, as if ready to catch him by the elbows if his knees buckled, but wry grins twitched at the corners of their mouths, too. They were enjoying this, most likely figuring that if they’d had to get up in front of the whole county and plight their troths, Boone shouldn’t be spared the ordeal, either.
Walker fixed his gaze on Hutch, remembering the last time he’d set foot in this tiny church—a June day, much like this one, with birds chirping in the trees and warm breezes sweeping up the aisle from the open doors of the entry way—and felt the hinges of his jaws lock down. Back then, almost two years ago now, Hutch had been the bridegroom, not a best man. And Walker’s kid sister, Brylee, the only blood kin he could—or would—rightly claim, had been the bride, shiny-eyed and full of bright hopes, wearing the kind of gown women start dreaming about when they’re little girls.
Just when the organ cue sounded, on that other day, the bridesmaids having already taken their places up front, as endlessly rehearsed, and Walker had swung one foot forward to march Brylee between the rows of pews, jammed with people, Hutch had suddenly broken rank with Boone and the minister and walked midway down the aisle, where he stopped.
“Hold it,” he’d said, in a sheepish but nonetheless determined tone.
He’d stopped the wedding, called it off, right then and there, shattering Brylee’s fairy-tale dreams and maybe souring her forever on the subject of marriage.
While a part of Walker had been relieved—he’d never thought Brylee and Hutch Carmody were a good fit—the memory of his sister’s humiliation still stung like a thistle stuck in his hide. If he hadn’t been so busy trying to keep Brylee from doing something stupid, he’d have punched Carmody in the mouth, church or no church.
Which was part of the reason he didn’t trust the rafters to hold.
He tossed another wary glance toward the ceiling.
The Reverend Walter Beaumont was officiating, and he took his place, book in hand, resplendent in maroon robes and a long gold scarf of some kind. Most times, the preacher dressed western, like most everybody else, but today he looked as serious as an Old Testament prophet about to lower the boom on a gathering of unrepentant sinners. He looked like Morgan Freeman and sounded like James Earl Jones, so everybody got ready to listen.
Beaumont cleared his throat.
The organist struck the first rousing chord, and the congregation settled in to watch the show. Walker suspected some of them were, like him, wondering if history was about to repeat itself. The thwarted Carmody-Parrish wedding was, around Parable County, anyhow, the stuff of legend.
Tara Kendall’s twin stepdaughters, just barely teenagers, served as flower girls, happily scattering rose petals in their wake as they fairly danced up the aisle, both of them beaming and obviously enjoying the attention of the guests.
Joslyn Barlow, married to Slade and in a noticeably advanced state of pregnancy, soon followed, wearing an elegant lavender maternity dress and carrying a bouquet of multi-colored flowers in both hands.
Walker noted the electric look that passed between Joslyn and her husband as she took her place opposite the three men dressed like tall, rangy penguins.
Kendra Carmody, Hutch’s beloved—the woman he’d thrown Brylee over for—came next, sleek and classy in pale yellow and also carrying the requisite flowers.
Hutch winked at her when she came to a stop beside Joslyn, and a fetching blush pinked her cheeks.
Next to join the march were Boone’s two young sons, wearing suit jackets and slacks and little bowties. Each of them carried a satin pillow with a gold wedding band nestled in the hollow, and the smaller boy stopped a couple of times along the way, seeming to forget the procedure. He showed the ring he was carrying to Opal Dennison, and she smiled and gently steered him back on course.
This brought an affectionate twitter from the assembly, and the clicks of several phone-cameras slipped in between the notes of organ music.
Walker grinned as the older boy finally backtracked and herded his little brother the rest of the way.
Then it sounded, the loud, triumphant chord signaling the imminent approach of the bride. Walker felt a pang, again reminded of Brylee’s ill-fated wedding, but the truth was, he was glad for Boone and glad for Tara Kendall, too.
Widowed several years before, Boone had been one of the walking wounded for a long time, doing his job but clearly unhappy. He was a good sheriff and a fine man, and Walker liked him.
The bride, a glamorous city-slicker hailing from the Big Apple, had come to Parable some time before, reportedly to reinvent herself after a nasty divorce. It had been a while before Boone and Tara got together, considering that they’d evidently disliked each other on sight, but they’d finally gotten past all that. And, wisely, Walker thought, they’d agreed on a fairly long courtship, just to make sure.
And now their big day was finally here.
There was a church-wide shuffle as the guests rose, turning to watch the bride start what probably felt like the longest short walk of her life.
Boone’s brother-in-law, Bob, escorted Tara, but he was pretty much lost in Tara’s glow. She looked like an angel-bride in her billowing, lacy dress, and her smile was clearly visible behind the rhinestone-studded netting of her veil, as were the happy tears sparkling in her eyes.
Walker felt a catch in his throat, wishing her and Boone well, without reservation, but at the same time wanting that kind of joy for his disillusioned kid sister. She’d been invited to this shindig, right along with him, but Brylee stayed away from weddings these days. She stayed away from too many things, in his opinion, working crazy hours, too
worn out to say much when she did turn up, long after all her employees had called it a day and gone home, immediately retreating to her apartment in the main ranch house, her rescued German shepherd, Snidely, following devotedly at her heels.
Realizing he’d gone woolgathering, which was unlike him, Walker was a little startled when Casey Elder appeared beside the organist, music sheet in hand. She wore a blue choir robe and almost no makeup, and her shoulder-length red hair, usually tumbling around her face in spirals, had been pinned up into a sedate knot at her nape.
Inwardly, Walker allowed himself a grim, silent chortle.
This was a side of Casey he’d rarely if ever seen, despite the tangled and chaotic history they shared. She could still pack arenas and major concert halls, even after fifteen years as a professional entertainer, and she’d never recorded a song that hadn’t gone straight to number one on all the charts and ridden there for weeks on end. Her
videos were legendary, full of fire and smoke and color, and she was as famous for her flashy style as she was for her voice, always astounding in its power and range. A thing that spread its wings and took flight, soaring like a soul set free.
On stage or on camera, she wore custom-made outfits so bejeweled that she glittered like a dark Montana sky full of stars, a one-woman constellation, and between her looks and the way she sang, she took every member of every audience captive and held them spellbound until the moment she retreated into the wings after the last curtain call. Even then, the magic lingered.
Walker wondered if Casey’s legions of fans would even recognize her, the way she looked today, all prim and well-scrubbed.
He shook off the riot of reactions he felt whenever he encountered this woman,up close or at a distance, and kept his face impassive when she started to sing.
She’d written the song, all about promises and sunrises and sticking together no matter what, especially for Boone and Tara. The organ played softly in the background, a gossamer thread of sound supporting that amazing voice.
By the time she finished, the old ladies on either side of Walker were sniffling happily into their lace-trimmed hankies, and Walker felt the need to blink a couple of times himself.
Casey retreated as swiftly and silently as a ghost, and the ceremony began.
The truth was, most of it was lost on Walker. He sat there in a daze, Casey’s song reverberating inside him like some sweet echo.
Boone moved to stand tall and proud beside his bride, and the reverend began his speech.
Vows were exchanged, promises made, and the light of Boone’s and Tara’s separate candles bonded into a single flame, strong and steady, barely flickering. They slipped rings onto each other’s fingers, their faces shining.
Walker, a man in a daze, took it all in, like a dream with Casey’s remarkable voice for a soundtrack.
The reverend pronounced them man and wife, in a tone of rumbling jubilance, and Boone gently raised Tara’s veil, smoothed it back, and kissed her with a tenderness that struck even Walker’s tough cowboy heart like the plucking of a fiddle string.
The organ erupted again, joyous thunder, startling Walker out of the spell Casey had cast over him, and Mr. and Mrs. Boone Taylor came down the aisle together, both of them beaming, cheers breaking out all around them.
Patiently, Walker waited for the guests to file out into the afternoon sunshine, scented with flowers and new-mown grass and fresh asphalt, glad the wedding was over and equally glad he’d put on scratchy duds and shown up.
Now, all he had to do was put in an appearance at the reception, eat a little cake, shake Boone’s hand and kiss Tara’s cheek, nod to this person and that one, and make a subtle escape. The to-do, which would probably resemble a small circus, was to be held in Casey’s massive backyard, about the last place Walker wanted to hang out, but there was no avoiding it, since he was representing Brylee as well as himself. If he was lucky, he might manage to steal a moment or two with Clare and Shane, while steering clear of their mother.
Clare and Shane. Casey’s children.
About Big Sky Summer
BIG SKY SUMMER centers on good-looking cowboy Walker Parrish. Busy running his ranch, he doesn’t have time to dwell on wrecked relationships. That is, until country-western singer sweetheart Casey Elder, finds her way back to Parable, Montana for a break from the spotlight. Taking some much needed time off from touring, she seems to be everywhere that Walker is—from the church bake sale to a friend’s wedding—and that’s making it hard for Walker to concentrate on work and his new rescue dog, Doolittle. But he already knows where things with Casey will lead if he lets his guard down. He’s been there before and his “act now, think later” passion for her has had consequences in the past. Two teenage consequences! Keeping her children’s paternity under wraps has always been part of Casey’s plan to give them normal, uncomplicated lives. Now the best way to hold her family together seems to be to let Walker be a part of it—as her husband of convenience. But will her kids forgive her deception if she comes clean? And are Walker and Casey actually strong enough to keep their hands off each other? Casey’s managed a successful career and raising two kids on her own, but for some reason she can’t stomp out her design to be Walker’s wife in every way. At least that’s her little secret. For now. But if it comes out, will her life and heart completely unravel?
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About Linda Lael Miller
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than one hundred historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West. Raised in Northport, Washington, the self-confessed barn goddess now lives in Spokane, Washington. Linda hit a career high in 2011 when
all three of her Creed Cowboys books—A Creed in Stone Creek, Creed’s Honor and The Creed Legacy—debuted at #1 on the New York Times bestseller list.
Linda has come a long way since leaving Washington to experience the world. “But growing up in that time and place has served me well,” she allows. “And I’m happy to be back home.” Dedicated to helping others, Linda personally finances her “Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women,” which she awards to those seeking to improve their lot in life through education.
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GIVEAWAY DETAILS (US only)
I have one copy of Big Sky Siummer by Linda Lael Miller courtesy of the publisher to share with my US readers. To enter…
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This giveaway is open to US residents only (no PO boxes) and I will draw for the winner on June 18/13. Good luck!
Thanks for the excerpt and the contest. I love Linda’s books.
Rita Wray says
I enjoyed the excerpt, thank you.
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I am a long time fan of Linda Lael Miller! Great giveaway.
Thanks for the giveaway. Sounds great.
Thanks for the peek and the contest. I follow on gfc and email.
Nancy Luebke says
The excerpt was great. Thanks for the giveaway
Elizabeth MacGregor says
Thank you for the wonderful snippet and the giveaway~ I love Linda’s books and I am looking forward to reading this one~ sounds like another Keeper! Happy Reading and Writing~ Cheers~ Elizabeth MacGregor
Lisa Garrett says
I absolutely love Linda’s books.
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Thank you for hosting this great giveaway, Darlene! I’ll add it to my blog’s sidebar today.
Thank you for a wonderful review and interview with Linda Lael Miller. I found your Giveaway on Suko’s Notebook. Thanks to Suko, I read my first Linda Lael Miller novel and got hooked! So I am entering your giveaway. Please pick me!
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KATHLEEN BIANCHI says
I really enjoyed the portion of the book, the wedding was beautiful and introducing his children at the end was perfect.
Another great give away, thank you.
I love Linda’s books – she has the best cowboys in her books
Nice give away.
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Diane C says
Would love to win this. Great read
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Melissa B says
Great review! I love books like this. =)
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Meghan Stith says
I would love to read this! Thanks so much for the giveaway!
Natalie's Mama says
I love Linda’s books. Thnx for the giveaway.
Theresa N says
I like Linda’s books, and always enjoy her newsletter with info on her horses.
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