Her Bluegrass Beau
by Carol Preflatish
"Her Bluegrass Beau" is author Carol
Preflatish's seventh romance novel and her favorite one so far. "I like to
write about locations that I'm familiar with and while I'm not from Kentucky,
it's one of my favorite places to visit."
"Her Bluegrass Beau" is about Karri
Taylor needing to get out of California and away from her ex-boyfriend. She
couldn't think of a better time to visit the Kentucky farm she inherited from
her great-aunt.
Jake Duncan is the definition of a perfect
southern gentleman and it doesn't take long for Karri take an interest. From helping
him nurse his sick horse back to health to meeting the neighbors, she develops
an affection for both Jake and the many attributes of the Bluegrass State.
Her plan was to sell the farm and head back
home, But, when a blizzard hits, the plan changes. She's stranded at the
farmhouse until Jake comes to the rescue. With the lack of enough food and
discovering the generator stolen, the only thing she can do is accept Jake's
offer to stay with him until power is restored.
During her time with Jake, she learns
that a big company is trying to buy all the farms in the area, against the
wishes of the neighbors. She's torn between selling her farm and going back
home where she owns a business or stay in Kentucky and start all over with Jake
by her side.
Bio:
Carol
Preflatish lives in southern Indiana
and shares a log cabin with her husband and two cats in what seems like an
enchanted forest with a menagerie of wildlife constantly visiting. A few
little-known facts about Carol are that she's a licensed amateur radio
operator, has a degree in Physical Education, and is a collector of golf balls,
shot glasses, and coins. Carol is a member of
the Sisters in Crime organization and Kentuckiana Authors.
Excerpt:
The
next morning, she woke up thinking she heard a noise. There it was again.
Someone was pounding on the front door. Still dark outside, she looked at her
watch that showed seven
o'clock local time. She
quickly got out of bed, grabbed her robe and headed down the stairs to the
door. Before opening it, she looked around for something to protect herself.
She spotted an
umbrella behind the door
and picked it up. It would have to do.
She turned the porch
light on and moved the curtain on the door
aside to see who was
waking her up at such an early hour. It was
four
a.m. in California.
Standing on the other side of the door was
Jake, the neighbor she met last night. "Good morning,” his frosty breath
floated upward as he spoke.
"What do you want?" she said,
still not opening the door.
"I brought you some coffee and
biscuits with sorghum. Can I come in? It's kind of cold out here."
Karri looked up at the big round
thermometer that hung from the porch roof and saw the temperature was nineteen degrees.
The thought of that hot coffee sounded too good to pass up,
especially since her
bare feet were freezing. She opened the door to let Jake inside and pulled her
light robe around her. She shivered when the cold air hit her skin.
"Thanks. The cold was beginning to
make it through my clothes." He immediately started walking toward the
kitchen. He held a thermos in one hand and a pie tin with aluminum foil over
it. More rudeness, she
thought. She put the umbrella back and followed him to the kitchen.
"I figured you didn't have any food
here and would be hungry for breakfast. I fixed me some biscuits this morning
and thought I'd bring some back to you." He turned on the oven and uncovered
the pie tin of biscuits. From one coat pocket, he sat a glass jar of brown
syrupy looking substance on the table and then from the other pocket, he took
out a small piece of
aluminum foil. When he
unfolded it, she saw it had butter inside.
"You think of everything, don't
you?"
"I try. Why don't get a couple plates
and coffee cups for us. I only brought some sugar, I hope you don't use
cream?" He took a plastic zipper bag of sugar out of the same pocket that
had held
the butter.
"Sugar is fine." She went to the
cabinet and got some plates and cups. After rinsing and drying them, she
brought them to the table. Jake got silverware from one of the drawers and
placed them on the table.
He sure knows his way around this
kitchen, she thought. As he poured her a cup of coffee, she thought she might be
salivating. She added two sugars to her cup and took a long drink
before sitting down.
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