A Big Casablanca Welcome to fellow Sourcebooks romance author, Carolyn Brown!
Put on the music. Country music please since this is launch party for the Honky Tonk Series. Bring out the champagne!
Make it two bottles! Today is the launch party for My Give A Damn’s Busted and Honky Tonk Christmas so that calls for two bottles.
Everyone got a glass? Okay, hold ‘em up!
Here’s a toast to my publisher, Dominique Raccah; to my editor, Deb Werksman; my publicist, Danielle Jackson and all the rest of the Sourcebooks staff who made all this possible.
Fill ‘em up again.
Now here’s a toast to all my fellow authors who know what it is to produce a book from beginning sentence to end of story. With a special sip to Joanne Kennedy, my fellow western romance comrade in arms at Sourcebooks.
Fill ‘em up again.
Let’s have a toast to all romance readers! Without you folks writers would soon find themselves headlining the endangered species list and dear hearts, that’s one place I don’t want to find my name.
Fill ‘em up again.
Now, go on over to the food table and load up a plate. Need some sideboards? They’re right beside those cute little glasses of shrimp cocktail!
Let me hear a big hell, yeah from everyone who’s having a good time!
Well, that rattled the crystal chandelier so I guess this party is a big success.
I’m taking my champagne to that table over there in the corner where both my newest Honky Tonk books are stacked high and waiting for me to sign … don’t you just love the covers? Those are some sexy cowboys, aren’t they? And they ran around in my mind for months on end … no wonder I’ve got this silly grin on my face all the time.
Someone once asked me if I had a personal romance story that sparked my interest in writing romance. Drag up a chair and sit beside me while I sign these books and we’ll talk about that.
It was the mid-sixties and my BFF and her boyfriend got in this huge fight. He joined the army to get away from her, went through basic and his training and got sent to Germany. Then they decided they still loved each other, but alas, he was there and she was in Oklahoma so the letter writing began. Being her best friend I got to see all the pictures and he sent one home that had a whole bunch of downright sexy soldiers in uniform. I picked out the best looking one and my friend got his name, rank, serial number and address for me.
Pvt. Charles C. Brown, RA13792860, did not answer my letter. He wasn’t one bit interested in a sassy Tex-Okie Rebel; him being a blue blooded Pennsylvania Yankee and all.
Did I say he was the sexiest one in the picture? Well, I wasn’t giving up so I wrote to him again. Pvt. Charles C. Brown finally answered the letter but he didn’t tell his family that he was writing to a sassy girl who’d been born in Texas and lived in Oklahoma. No siree! They had already given him the pep talk about not falling for a foreign girl while he was in Germany and Tex-Okies were worse than that.
Two years later he proposed to me … in a letter, which I still have for proof in case he ever gets Alzheimer’s and declares it didn’t happen. I crawled on a Greyhound bus and went to Pennsylvania to marry him. I had an engagement ring on my finger but we’d never actually met or even talked on the phone … that was in 1966 and phone calls from Germany were too expensive to even think about. Internet and computers weren’t even in our imagination.
He was even sexier than his pictures and six weeks after he got home we were married. I was seventeen, just out of high school and he was twenty, just out of the army. Bets were laid as to how long the marriage would last with the odds going toward him filing for divorce in six weeks. Some folks lost a bunch of money because that was forty-four years ago.
And that began the personal romance story in my background. It takes a special man to be married to a romance author. When Husband and I married, he got home cooking and a clean house. Now days he eats fast food and dust bunnies tell him bedtime stories while I finish one more chapter.
So that’s my first romantic story. It’s not finished so I can’t actually write it. And would you look at all those folks beginning to drift this way to get their own signed copies of My Give A Damn’s Busted and Honky Tonk Christmas! Get out the drooling bibs … they’ll need them when they pick up the books and look at the covers.
You can always see what Carolyn is up to on her website: http://www.carolynlbrown.com. Thanks Carolyn, for joining us today! Leave a comment to be entered to win a signed copy of one of Carolyn's releases. US and Canada addresses only--we'll announce the winners in the comments tomorrow--be sure to leave your email address so we can contact you directly!