Talking “Mounted” with Barbara Morgenroth!

Hello everyone!  I know it’s been some time since we had an author really come in and give us some serious juice to punch up the caffeine of our coffee, but Barbara Morgenroth has given us the privilege of making Books & Blondes one of the stops on her 2015 Blog Tour!  Barbara, it’s all yours now!

 
 
TEN THINGS I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT BEING PUBLISHED

1) I thought my life would change.  It didn’t change at all until I had published about five books and then wrote what’s now titled Just Kate.  That book opened the door to television writing for me.
2) I thought the publisher would get my books into stores so readers could find them.  That doesn’t happen unless you’re Stephen King.
3) I thought I would have written many more books by now than I have but since I’ve learned more, I write slower.
4) I didn’t realize how wonderful it would be to self-publish and have the enormous freedom I have now.
5) I didn’t know how much fun I would have designing the covers to my ebooks.
6) I didn’t know how much I would enjoy sharing my publishing experience with other writers.  The internet makes it so easy to find a community.
7) I didn’t know how much work it entails to write the book, edit it, do all the designing and formatting then do all the reaching out to readers so they can find my work.
8) I didn’t know when I started my career how much it would change in so short a time period.  I didn’t dream paper publishing would become a dinosaur so quickly.
9) I didn’t know that I would do all my fiction reading on a tablet, given that when I started my career tablets hadn’t been invented yet, I can be forgiven for not being psychic on that point.
10) I didn’t know how much I would love being able to so easily connect with readers and be able to chat about the books.  I’ve named characters in my books after my fans, I’ve consulted them on what they’d like
to see happen and I feel like we’re friends.  Whether on Facebook or my blog, I heard from someone ever day.  That’s a blessing I never imagined.
 

     Mounted

Bittersweet Farm 1

When a handsome new trainer arrives at Bittersweet Farm, the competition between half-sisters is no longer limited to the show ring. Talia Margolin’s life has been marked by events completely beyond her control–her mother’s death, her move to her father’s horse farm, the retirement of her show horse.
Now she faces the arrival of a new coach whose job is to get Talia’s half-sister, Greer, qualified for the finals at the National Horse Show. Greer is brutal on trainers but Lockie Malone is different. Handsome, talented, and with a will of hardened steel, Lockie can be an immovable object. He also becomes the agent for change in the lives of everyone at Bittersweet Farm.
For seventeen year old Talia, change has never meant anything but loss. Will this time be different?
 
 
 
 
 
 
An hour later, we were looking at the
X-rays he had taken.
“You can see some bone changes here and
here.” Dr. Fortier pointed. “And he’s got some arthritis. It’s normal for a
horse his age.”
“There’s nothing we can do, is there?”
“Make him comfortable,” Dr. Fortier said.
“You can give him some supplements, Bute for pain. You can hack out in the
woods once in a while, but his show days are over.”      

“Did I do this to him?”
“Age did,” Lockie replied.
“Horses only look strong and everyone
starts to wear with age. It’ll happen to you, too,” Dr. Fortier said with a
smile.
I didn’t feel like smiling and went into
Butch’s stall while Lockie and the vet went outside.
We had been together since before my mother
died. She’d been ill for a few years and it was obvious to me that she was
never going to get better. She had a transparency overtaking her where each day she faded a bit more. 
My father had been managing almost
everything for those years as it became progressively more difficult for her to conduct her life. He made the arrangements for the hospitals and the doctors and begged her to marry him again and again until she finally gave in so that
my future wouldn’t be in question. 
He moved us to the farm and to give me
something to try to take my heart and mind off what was happening, Butch was
found for me. 
Greer hated it. Blaming my mother for destroying her own family, she didn’t want me in the house. That September a boarding school in Virginia became her new home; she was as happy as Greer ever is. Her mother is still happily living in London on the extremely generous divorce settlement my father offered.
I had Butch and quiet and ever-present apprehension.
Then the time came when even with full time nursing, my mother had to go to the hospital and she never came home. My father returned to the city, a nanny was brought in for me, and a trainer. I lived alone for the rest of that school year. When Greer came back from Virginia, we started in on the serious equitation and junior hunter training.
The rug had been pulled out from under me again and I buried my face in Butch’s neck and cried.
“Talia,” Lockie said from behind me. “He’s retiring, not dying.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“We’ll get you a new friend.”
“Idiot,” I said, turned and pushed past him.
Barbara was born in New York City but now lives at Black Cat Farm.
Envisioning a career as a globe-hopping photojournalist, after college she determined her hop muscles weren’t global strength so turned to writing.
No life experience is safe from her keyboard and Barbara has proved that being a magnet for story material may be overstimulating to live through but it’s all ultimately research.
 
Comment on the blog and be entered into the giveaway for a copy of Mounted; Bittersweet Farm 1. Barbara will announce the winner later today in the comments section, so be sure to check back.
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5 thoughts on “Talking “Mounted” with Barbara Morgenroth!

  1. This series sounds like good reads to curl up with a hot mug of tea and a comfortable blanket for some serious reading time. Congrats on the blog and self-publishing success!!!

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