Stress eating…no way. (sneaks off to make bread)

Welcome to the Romance blog hop.

Don’t we all stress eat or not eat when we are stressed? For me I love carbs. but since I’m going on vacation really soon, I have not been able to indulge. I LOVE the smell of baking bread. Do you know what I love more than that?

That’s right a piece of still warm fresh bread with the butter melting into the surface…nom nom nom. Now I’m hungry for something I can’t have. I blame the Marketing for Romance Writer’s.



Last week I made a blog post about Farming in February <— thank you spell check, I never get that one right.

What does rest on a farm look like? For Oklahoma it means taking cattle hay everyday. Checking on cattle everyday. Checking the progress of wheat or rolling in a tractor laying down fertilizer. Sometimes he cuts wood (then makes me and the girls pick it up. ) Usually this lets him clear areas for fence its a twofer.

Does the farmer take days off. Rarely. When we were dating he and his family would take every Sunday off, but its been so long since that happened. He does something everyday. Sometimes its barn work, sometimes its honey do’s, or father do’s (see fertilizer above).

Sometimes a fellow farmer friend says I’m going to Mexico in xyz months and the farmer says make that happen. So when I’m typing this we were packing and preparing for vacation with out the kids. As you read this we have just gotten back. Nobody needs to know when we are gone. lol

Paranoia comes with farming in the country and meth head neighbors.

Music to write by?

This weeks Romance blog hop is on writing to music. Do I write to any specific music? The answer drum roll please…. yes and no. I a lot of times have a certain genre in mind that will play through my head the entire time I am writing a story. That music may or may not be in the background. There may not even be music. It could be a documentary or Tv.

But what is in my head playing on loop will drive the story.

Farming in February

What’s it like to farm in Oklahoma in the winter?

I know several farmers not much further north than me who have snow on the ground all winter and bring their animals into a barn for the cold.

We do not have to do that. At the moment my farmer is streaming on fertilizer for himself and his father. Soon he will need to lay down herbicide on the crops they do that with.

The winter wheat is finally growing after a really dry fall where it didn’t grow. The cattle are out on that as pasture. The fields are beginning to green up. The cattle are getting fat on the sugar in a growing pasture. They sometimes even get a hay treat. And we get to rest.

Happy reading!


Can you benefit from giving someone advice? Does anyone ever take advice and use it constructively?

Obviously people ask for advice all the time, but do they take it and use it or discard it? If I ask for advice I only ask those whom I trust and will weigh it into my decision to be made. But I’ve learned over many years to do it that way.

I rarely take unsolicited advice and weigh it into my decision making. I will however take heed of a professional who throws wisdom out. I never enter into a conversation where I am not prepared to have my opinion changed by a knowledgeable person.

But can I learn from giving advice to someone else? I can learn who will ask for advice but will do the opposite. I can learn not to waist my breath. I can learn who is just asking because they are being polite. I can learn what body language is sincere interest and which is waiting for an opportunity to talk. I can learn the body language of those who have an open and seeking mind.

I guess we can learn something even if someone doesn’t take our advice.

The Innocents by CA Asbrey

I enjoyed “The Innocents” so much!. The spirit of the Wild West rides again. I thought it was a very well researched and character driven story. A female Pinkerton sets out to bring in train robbers. Fast paced and magnificent. Not a dull moment. You should follow the link and get your own copy!


Pinkerton Detective Abigail MacKay is a master of disguises—and of new crime-solving technology! But she’ll have to move fast to stay a step ahead of Nat Quinn and Jake Conroy.

Nat and Jake are the ringleaders of The Innocents, a western gang that specializes in holding up trains carrying payrolls—and Nat is pretty savvy when it comes to using the new sciences of 1868 in committing his crimes.

Charismatic Nat and handsome Jake are on the run, and they’ve always gotten away before—before Abi. But when Abi is caught by another band of outlaws during the chase, there’s no other choice for Nat and Jake but to save her life. Abi owes them, and she agrees to help them bring in the murderer of a family friend.

The web of criminal activity grows more entangled with each passing day, but Nat, Jake, and Abi are united in their efforts to find the murderer. Once that happens, all bets are off, and Abi will be turning Nat and Jake over to the law. But can she do it? She finds herself falling for Nat, but is that growing attraction real? Or is he just using her to learn more about the Pinkertons’ methods? Abi always gets her man—but she may have met her match in her “best enemies”—THE INNOCENTS.

The Innocents CAAsbrey final cover

All the deets:

Blog – C.A Asbrey – all things obscure and strange in the Victorian period

The Innocents Mystery Series Group 

Facebook –

Amazon –

Twitter –

Link to latest book

The lovely C.A. Asbrey

Hey everyone, I recently found this author and I did something totally not like me. I sent her a message through her website She replied! She has a new book coming out and we would love for you to give it a read. P.S. You won’t have to wait long for the next books to come out. Pre-order and they’ll magically show up on your reader. 😉

Where are you from?
Ha, not always an easy question to answer. I was born in the Far East lived most of my formative years in Scotland and have worked all over the world. I now live in England. I’m in the process of moving to York.
When and why did you begin writing?
I have always wanted to write, but life got in the way, as it does for so many women. I was laid up with an injury and was on enforced bed-rest while they bolted my leg back together. I missed playing music and felt the need to do something else creative when my old ambition came creeping back.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I suppose when people wanted to read my work and enjoyed it. Getting a publisher was a challenge. Many told me that they didn’t take Westerns, others that it wasn’t Western enough. The books are hard to fit into any distinct category. They are historical mysteries set everywhere the Pinkertons actually worked. They are 19th century American Mysteries. I was lucky to find a home for the stories at Prairie Rose Publications.
Who is the most famous person you have ever met?
That would be either the Pope or the Queen – on a protection duty. When the Pope visited Scotland I was the police officer at the bottom of the aircraft steps. We then moved with him into the city. As a fun aside, the glass-covered vehicle he used was nicknamed the Pope Mobile by the press. The crowds were all still there when we returned to the airport in the Pope mobile without him. We stood in full uniform waving flowers out the top to cheering crowds as we drove the full length of Prince’s Street in Edinburgh (the big main street in Scotland’s capital city). The crowd cheered us and waved flags as we passed. Only a Scottish crowd could hail a car full of police officers like that. Great fun.
What was an early experience where you learned that language had power?
That would be in my work as a young police officer. I learned that talking people down from spiraling emotions is a powerful tool in keeping people safe, and more potent than violence. I also learned that listening to detail is vital too. Noting the small things helped to push cases along in gathering evidence. I also learned the complex and intricate ways people use language to put you down and grab power in a situation. Understanding that really helps you stay in control of a situation.
What inspired you to write your first book?
History has always held a draw and the colourful stories of the older female officers piqued my interest, making me look even further back.
The very first women in law enforcement had been in France, working for the Sûreté in the early 19th century. They were, however, no more than a network of spies and prostitutes, the most infamous being the notorious ‘Violette’.
The first truly professional women in law enforcement worked for the Pinkerton Agency, and they were trained by the first female agent Kate Warne, an ex-actress and an expert in working undercover. Kate Warne was an expert at disguise, adopting roles, and accents. She was said to be daring and able to pass her characters off, even in close quarters. In the only known photograph of her she is dressed as a man. This was a skill set my childhood had prepared me to understand.
These women were fully-fledged agents, with their skills being held in high regard by Alan Pinkerton who once said, “In my service you will serve your country better than on the field. I have several female operatives. If you agree to come aboard you will go in training with the head of my female detectives, Kate Warne. She has never let me down.” I started to wonder why one of the female agents couldn’t be a Scottish Immigrant. After all, Alan Pinkerton was one. He came from Glasgow. Being a Scot in another land is something I know well and they say you should write what you know.
How long did you spend researching before beginning your book The Innocents?
Copious amounts. The Innocents has taken years of research into the work of the early Pinkertons, especially the female agents and the kind of work they did, including their methodologies. My work has taken me all over the world, but working in the USA and visiting the places where these women worked deepened my passion for finding out more about how they lived. I also researched the tools and equipment available to them at the time. Connections to police and Home Office experts allowed me to research the birth of forensics with people who knew their subject intimately.
I research everything, even the stationary which was in use and the correct codes for the telegraph stations mentioned in the books. The theatrical make up used as disguises in the book began to flourish right around the period the books are set in as lighting improved and people could see the flaws in the rudimentary stuff previously only lit by candles. The forensics are fascinating to dig into too. You name it I researched it.
What is different about your books and the new release in particular?
My female Pinkerton is a real detective, with real-world skills, and she is nobody’s sidekick. She’s as flawed as she is skilled in that her life is empty after family tragedy and she she fills the void with work and is afraid of connecting with people as that might open her up to more loss. She finds she is drawn to Nat Quinn, a charismatic and clever criminal, and the feeling is mutual. His criminal skills also dovetail perfectly into hers to make a perfect team to investigate murder in the first book. However, they had a temporary truce, which is over by the time they meet again in book two.
The second book was actually written some time ago but it somehow chimes perfectly with the current political climate with it’s themes of the children of immigrants being demonised for political purposes and the damage that does to both people and society at large. It becomes clear that Jake’s P.T.S D. was caused by his traumatic childhood, and that his fractured family led him and his nephew Nat into a life of crime.
We also get to see how brave the real women were who did this job back in the 19th century a well as some of the early forensics available at the time.
Do you want each book to stand alone, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?
‘The Innocents’ is most definitely part of a larger body of work. It’s the first of a trilogy, but people have asked me to keep them going. I would still continue with each book being a self-contained mystery with the larger universe of the characters providing an over-arching connection between the books through the characters and the dangers they face. The third book is written and out this November. I’m currently writing the fourth.
Doesn’t this cover make you want to go to Amazon and follow the mystery?
The Innocents CAAsbrey final cover
If that isn’t enough here’s an excerpt from the second book!


Innocent As Sin CAAsbrey final cover

She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes. “Because I’m doing everything in my power to stop that happening to you or anyone else.”
“You expect me to believe you?” he bellowed.

“Yes. It’s the truth, and deep down you know it. I’ve been here for months, and I had nothing to do with you turning up. You know how you chose which bank to rob and I had no influence on your choice.”

Jake gazed into her rich, cinnamon eyes, so full of earnest determination. He trembled as his emotions engulfed him. Confusion mixed with his fury, his mind unable to define which path he should take. His face drained of color before he snarled his reply. “I don’t know anythin’ about you anymore.”

He stepped forward and grasped her dress at the throat with one strong hand, visions of Nat’s crumpled body floating around his head, mingling with memories of his sister’s blood filling the troughs and cracks between the cobblestones flooding back from his childhood. Never again, not if he could help it, but a germ of uncertainty wormed into his mind that prevented him from making the ultimate move. “Tell me why you’re with McCully.”

She hesitated, struggling to speak against the tightening fabric of her dress crushing her windpipe, her nails dragging at Jake’s tight wrist as she stared into his cold, blank eyes. His pupils narrowed as his mind gave in to the haunting horrors of the past. His mind shut down, playing only the fears, and blocking out the here and now until he was lost to reality and to the harsh effect of his throttling grasp as his hand twisted the cloth even tighter.

“Jake!” They both turned at the sound of beating hooves as Nat galloped into the clearing on a sweating horse. He took in the scene and dropped from his horse before he walked over to them, maintaining eye contact with Jake all the way. “Jake, I know about McCully. Let her go.” Nat’s voice remained steady and composed as though he was calming a skittish horse.

Jake ignored him, lost in the nightmare of his youth. Nat frowned and took in the furious man before him. He had seen Jake like this before, during the war, when they had come across the remains of a family decimated by a marauding party. One straggler had still been there, taking his time with an unconscious thirteen-year-old girl. Jake Conroy had descended into a spiral of ferocity. There was little point in trying to reason with him when he was like this. He was running purely on emotions and nightmarish traumas from his childhood, so Nat had to depend on the decent essence at the man’s core. He knew Abi was struggling for air, but he also knew she’d be dead by now if Jake Conroy really meant to kill her. His best tactic was to distract Jake and bring him back to reality, leading him away from his fractured past and toward the man he had become. Experience had taught Nat that telling Jake what to do would enrage him more. Jake wasn’t reasoning. He was emoting.

Nat’s gaze turned to Abigail’s before he returned to Jake. He raised his eyebrows in query. “Did she tell you she was handing us over to McCully?”

“She didn’t have to!”

Abigail’s face was turning puce but Nat was in no hurry. “What did she say?”

“She lied. What do you expect?”

Nat put his weight on one leg as he hooked his thumbs in his belt and continued. “So? How you gonna kill her then?”

Abigail punched at Jake’s arm in desperation as she dropped to her knees, able to suck no more than a tiny amount of air.

“You gonna strangle her with your bare hands? Not sophisticated, but it’ll get the job done I suppose.”

Jake turned his chilling gaze back to the woman writhing at the end of his arm before Nat drew his attention back to him again. “A shot to the head would be quicker. Want me to do it?”

Abigail’s eyes watered as she choked and struggled against Jake’s grip, while Nat’s brown eyes drifted over to her, drawn by her fight for life.

“There’s a river over there. How about drowning? Drowning’d work.” Nat pondered and seemed to think the better of it. “No, you’re right. Too wet. Or hanging maybe? What about hanging? One thing’s for sure. I wouldn’t do it that way.”

Jake snorted in frustration.

“We both got knives. No, I guess you’ve thought it through. Far too messy.” Nat examined Jake’s grip before looking straight into his face. “Maybe both hands and put them right around her throat? That fabric’s starting to tear.” He toyed with the grass with the toes of his boots for a few seconds before he spoke again. “Or a rope? You want me to get you a rope?”

Jake Conroy exploded at his annoying partner. “Oh, for cryin’ out loud! You know how to do everythin’ better, don’t ya?”

Jake threw Abigail aside and strode over to Nat, facing him down, irritated beyond belief at his constant criticism, while Abigail lay on her side gasping for air and ineffectually trying to crawl away. Nat gave Jake a satisfied nod and shook his head with a smile of relief. He grabbed his uncle by both arms and smiled a life-affirming grin. “No. Now that you ask. I don’t want either of us to do it. It took you a while, but we got there in the end.”

Nat led Jake over to a tree and pushed him to a seated position. “Take a minute. I’ll see to her. It’s all fine, Jake. We’re all safe. Relax. Breathe, and sit still. You were strangling her.”

Nat watched Jake’s empty eyes fill with both humanity and confusion. “I never! I just grabbed her.”

“You were twisting the collar of her dress, Jake. It got so tight she was going bright red and dropped to her knees.”

Jake paused, his missing memories confounding him. “No. I just grabbed her. I wanted answers. I would never—”

Nat patted his arm. “You got her real winded. What you saw wasn’t what you were doing. It was like Kansas again. You haven’t been like this for years. I know what came over you. I found out about McCully.” He glanced over at Abi pushing herself to a sitting position. “She’s fine. Sort yourself out while I get to the bottom of this.”

All the deets:

Blog – C.A Asbrey – all things obscure and strange in the Victorian period

The Innocents Mystery Series Group 

Facebook –

Amazon –

Twitter –

Link to latest book

Family, Whatcha Gonna Do?

The thing that only my family understands is my sense of humor. It’s dry and its real. Sometimes non family members realize that my jokes are things that really happened or that I really think, and they get a little freaked out.

The reason that I always park relatively far from a store is because Polio hit my dad’s family so hard. 2/3’s of my dads siblings suffered through. Spending a large amount of time in Atlanta at the CDC. One of my uncles was in a wheelchair from the age of 12, another was on crutches from the age of 11. My dad and his younger brother about age 9 and 7 wore back braces for years. My dad has no lasting outward physical problems while the other back brace brother (/escape artist from the back brace) has a limp that has only gotten worse over the years.

The brothers can laugh at just about anything because of that, they passed that along to my brothers, me, and our cousins. I’m grateful to walk, run, and move my body without impediment.bec16-20182bbadge2bblog2bchallenge-rev2b640x640

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Inventions #MFRW

What would I invent if I was stuck on a deserted island.

I’m going to make the assumption here that there is fresh water stream inland from the beach. I would make a working aqueduct. Then I would have freshwater wherever I put my house and that would allow me to bath, drink, and have a running toilet in my tree house.

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