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TODAY’S GUEST…..

KAT MARTIN

~AGAINST THE WILD~

Welcome, Kat!!

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AGAINST THE WILD
HOW MY TRAVELS IN ALASKA WOUND UP IN A BOOK

Years ago, after my husband and I drove to Alaska, I wrote the Romantic Suspense, MIDNIGHT SUN. A second journey generated the ideas for my three new AGAINST novels, the Brodie Brothers of Alaska, beginning with AGAINST THE WILD.
I love road trips, just heading out with no particular destination in mind, rolling along, encountering whatever life has to offer. It’s a panorama of new vistas, different smells, different tastes, different lifestyles. It’s dealing with flat tires and engine trouble, but also meeting people from every walk of life.
In the tiny town of Tok, we met a group of Viet Nam vets on a Holland America bus tour. At dusk each day, they held a flag-lowering ceremony, and because my husband had mentioned that the body of a friend, a serviceman killed in Vietnam, had just been recovered, he was asked to do the honors that night of lowering the American flag.
It was a special evening, the kind of experience that can make a road trip unforgettable.
Being that both of us love history, we wound up in Dawson City, the Yukon, way off the grid, the original destination for Klondike gold miners at the end of the nineteen century. A lot of the old buildings are still there, still being used, and the streets are still “paved” in dirt!
It’s a town right out of the wild and wooly West, a place that attracted authors like Robert Service and Jack London. Merely by chance, we met some of the locals and were asked to attend a special event held for authors at the Jack London cabin. We met readers from all over the country, as well as other authors.
People often ask me where I get the ideas for stories and I can tell you that a five-thousand mile driving trip on a two-lane road is stuffed with fodder for novels. People and places you couldn’t imagine come to life, filling your head with ideas for future books.
Was it romantic? It was far more grueling than romantic, but it was a fascinating adventure. And the people traveling with us, two other couples each with their own campers, made the trip a lot more fun.
So even if you aren’t a writer, if you open yourself up to new adventures, new places, new people, you’ll be amazed at what you will see.
I hope you enjoy AGAINST THE WILD, Dylan Brodie and Lane Bishop’s story, and that you’ll watch for Nick in AGAINST THE SKY, and Rafe in AGAINST THE TIDE. Till then, all best wishes and happy reading, Kat

 

Thank you, Kat, for spending time with us and our readers today! How interesting your trip to Alaska, made it to your book!

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kat martinAbout the author…..

For New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin, a career in real estate led her down the road to romance.

Through real estate, Kat found her own perfect match–her husband, Western author Larry Jay Martin.

“We were on opposing sides of a transaction–I represented the seller and he represented the buyer,” Kat recalls.

A short time after the two became acquainted, Larry asked her to read an unpublished manuscript of an historical western he’d written. Kat fell in love with both the book and the author!

“It was quite a romantic story,” she admits. “I’d still like to see it get published.” Then, after doing some editing for her future husband, she thought she’d try her own hand at writing.

Kat moved on to become the bestselling author of over fifty historical and contemporary romance novels. To date, 15 million copies of her books are in print, and she’s been published around the globe, including Germany, Norway, Sweden, China, Korea, Bulgaria, Russia, England, Estonia, Lithuania, South Africa, Italy, Poland, Thailand, Portugal, Turkey, The Slovak Republic, Spain, Argentina, Estonia, Czech Republic and Greece.

When she’s not writing, Kat also enjoys skiing and traveling, particularly to Europe. Currently, she’s busy writing her next book.

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AgainsttheWild140x232AGAINST THE WILD
TITLE: Against the Wild
AUTHOR: Kat Martin
RELEASE DATE: May 27, 2014
GENRE: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 978-1-4201-3382-0
ISBN 10: 1-4201-3382-9

Back Cover Copy
ALASKA
Where the men are as bold and untamed as America’s last wilderness
It’s been three years since Lane Bishop tragically lost her fiancé, and she’s finally ready to risk her heart on someone else. The hot look in Dylan Brodie’s eyes says he’s going to be that man.
But when Lane flies to the remote 1930’s fishing lodge to help him renovate, she discovers a little girl who won’t speak, eerie legends and strange sounds in the night. And when she investigates the history of the lodge, she uncovers a legacy of injustice and murder.
As danger stalks his daughter and the woman he is coming to love, Dylan must risk everything to uncover the shocking truth.

 

AGAINST THE WILD Short blurb:

Dylan Brodie is the new owner of an old fishing lodge in remote Eagle Bay, Alaska, a place he intends to rebuild as a home for himself and his eight-year old daughter.
Unfortunately, the crew working on the lodge are beginning to believe the old place is haunted. So does the sexy, redheaded interior designer, Lane Bishop, that Dylan has hired to help him with the extensive remodel.
But is the haunting real? Or is it something even more sinister?
When Lane and Dylan work to solve the mystery, they discover a legacy of injustice and murder. With danger stalking their every move, Dylan must risk everything to save Lane and his daughter and uncover the truth–before it’s too late.

BUY LINKS:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/against-the-wild-kat-martin/1116781991?ean=9781420133820

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1420133829

http://www.indiebound.org/book/9781420133820

Against the Wild
by Kat Martin

Excerpt: 

LEAD IN
Emily hadn’t spoken a single audible phrase since her mother had abandoned her three years ago. Not a meaningful word since the night Mariah Brodie had run off with another man.

CHAPTER ONE
The low moaning of the wind awakened him. The old fishing lodge, constructed in the thirties, was built of hand-hewn logs, the chinking between them worn by time and weather, leaving spaces for the air to blow through. An eerie keening echoed inside the house, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Dylan’s spine.
Just the wind, he reminded himself. Nothing to do with stories of ghosts and hauntings. Just an inconvenience, nothing more.
Still, he had Emily to think of. Dylan Brodie swung his long legs to the side of the bed, shrugged into his heavy flannel robe, and padded barefoot down the hall toward his daughter’s bedroom.
The lodge he’d purchased earlier in the spring was big and sprawling, two stories high, with a separate family wing for the owner, another for the prestigious guests it had once hosted, back in its heyday in the thirties. The living room was big and open, exposing fourteen-inch logs in the ceiling. A massive river rock fireplace climbed one wall, a second, smaller version warmed the sitting room in the master suite.
Dylan had fallen in love with the place the moment he had seen it, perched on Eagle Bay like a guardian of the two hundred forested acres around it.
Old legends be damned. He didn’t believe in ghosts or any of the Indian myths he had heard. He’d waited years to find the perfect spot for his guided fishing and family vacation business, and this was the place.
The wind picked up as he moved down the hall, the air sliding over rough wood, whistling through the eves, the branches on the trees shifting eerily against the window panes. Dylan picked up his pace, worried the noise would frighten Emily, though so far his eight-year-old daughter seemed more at ease in the lodge than he was.
Frosted glass wall sconces dimly lit the passage as he walked along, original, not part of a remodel of the residential wing done a few years back, before the last owner moved out and left the area.
The four bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs on this side of the building weren’t fancy but they were livable while he worked on the rest of the lodge. The master suite had been updated, but it wasn’t the way he wanted it yet. Eventually, he would rebuild this section, as well, bring it all up to the four-star standard he’d had in mind when he had purchased the property.
Dylan paused at the door to Emily’s room, quietly turned the knob and eased it open. His daughter lay beneath the quilt that his housekeeper, Winifred Henry, had made for her as a Christmas gift, princesses and unicorns embroidered in puffy little pink and white squares, all hand-stitched to fit her youth-size four-poster bed.
His gaze went to the child. Emily had the same dark hair and blue eyes that marked her a Brodie, but her complexion was as pale as her mother’s. Unlike Mariah’s perfect patrician features, Emily’s mouth was a little too wide, her small nose freckled across the bridge.
She was awake, he saw, her eyes fixed on the antique rocker near the window. It was just her size, fashioned of oak and intricately carved. She loved the old chair that had been in the lodge when he bought it.
Emily never sat in it, but she was fascinated by the way the wind made it rock on its own. Dylan found it slightly eerie, the way it moved back and forth as if some invisible occupant sat in the little chair. She was watching it now, her lips curved in the faintest of smiles. She mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear and Dylan’s chest clamped down.
It hurt to watch his little girl, see her in the make-believe world she now lived in, forming silent phrases, nothing he could actually hear.
Emily hadn’t spoken a single audible phrase since her mother had abandoned her three years ago. Not a meaningful word since the night Mariah Brodie had run off with another man.
Dylan’s hand unconsciously fisted. Maybe he hadn’t been the husband Mariah wanted. Maybe he’d been too wrapped up in trying to make a life in the harsh Alaskan wilderness he loved. Maybe he hadn’t paid her enough attention.
Maybe he just hadn’t loved her enough.
Guilt slipped through him. He never should have married her. He should have known she would never be able to adjust to the life he lived here. Still, it didn’t excuse her cruel abandonment of their daughter. An abandonment Emily had not been able to cope with.
Dylan forced himself to walk into the bedroom. Emily’s eyes swung to his, but she didn’t smile, just stared at him in that penetrating way that made his stomach churn.
“Em, honey, are you okay?” She didn’t answer, as he knew she wouldn’t. “It’s just the wind. The lodge is old. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Emily’s gaze went to the window, where a lone pine branch shifted restlessly against the sill. Ignoring him as if he weren’t there, she snuggled back into her pillow and closed her eyes. She blamed him for the loss of her mother, he knew. It was the only explanation for why she had withdrawn from him so completely.
Tucking the quilt a little closer beneath her chin, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. The wind picked up as he walked out of the bedroom and eased the door closed. Emily was his to watch over and protect, his to care for and comfort. But he had lost his daughter three years ago.
When he had driven her mother away.

 

 

 

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