Author Name: Laura Stone
Book Name: Bitter Springs
Release Date: December 3, 2015
In 1870s Texas, Renaldo Valle Santos, the youngest son of a large and traditional family, has been sent to train with Henry “Hank” Burnett, a freed slave and talented mesteñero—or horse- catcher—so he may continue the family horse trade. Bitter Springs is a sweeping epic that takes themes from traditional Mexican literature and Old Westerns to tell the story of a man coming into his own and realizing his destiny lies in the wild open spaces with the man who loves him, far from expectations of society.
Pages or Words: 302 pages
Categories: Fiction, Gay Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance, Romance, Western/Cowboy
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing LAURA STONE author of BITTER SPRINGS.
Hi Laura, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
I’m delighted to have been invited, thank you for having me! I’m a plant and child wrangler, a coffee and wine enthusiast (not at the same time), and media blogger. I’ve written about television shows for a dedicated community of positive fans for years, have done some ghostwriting, and bake the best pecan pie you’ve ever had. I’m just saying. Now that we’ve gotten the boring stuff out of the way, let’s talk about Bitter Springs! I’m so excited about this book. I wanted to give a voice to people who have been written out of history—most cowboys in the Wild West were black or Mestizo, but you’d never know that from the Spaghetti Westerns we most identify with. Hopefully your readers will enjoy reading about the folks who actually lived out west in the 19th Century!
Give us some tips for becoming a better writer.
Well, I’m definitely still learning, but there have been some things I’ve definitely learned over the past few years.
- Don’t stop. No, this isn’t some airy Successories thing. Don’t. Stop. You want to check email? No. You want to just click over— NO. You think you have writer’s block? We’ll get to that in a minute, but start writing out how you FEEL about writer’s block. Just don’t stop writing.
- Speaking of that writer’s block, in my experience it’s usually a sign that you’re doing something wrong. You’re not taking the story where it needs to go, you’ve gotten off track of your character arc, or you’re not pushing hard enough.
- Re-read. Read over what you’ve done, and read it out loud. That’s important, because you’ll hear what words you’re abusing, if your dialog sounds natural, or if the story is flowing like it should.
- Alot is not a word.
- Make your characters talk more instead of thinking all the damn time. (She says to herself.)
Thank again! Congrats on your new release!
The day before the wedding, a visitor arrived at Vista Verde an entire week early. Renaldo, ready to wash up and eat dinner after a long, hard day—his side ached from roping cattle as a part of Paloma’s training, his hands were full of bits of raw hemp from the stock lassos, and one of the calves had kicked him high on the thigh—walked back from the barn using his hat to slap at the dust on his chest and thighs. He noticed a tall, striking young black man standing at the door to their home speaking with their father. They didn’t see many black men this far from civilization—with the Civil War ending so recently, many were staying close to where they’d been forced to live, were heading far out west where there were more opportunities to make a new life or were going north seeking less hostile society. Who he could be?
He was about as tall as Renaldo, maybe an inch or two more, broad-shouldered and whip-thin, dressed in well-worn, simple clothes. He had a close-cropped beard, but instead of hiding the shape of his jaw, it accented its sharpness. His light eyes, almost luminescent even at this distance and glowing like amber, were ringed with thick lashes, nearly to the point of being girlish, but there was nothing feminine about the man. With his lean but strong-looking chest, muscular arms and curved backside, he managed to carry himself with a confident air while standing idly; his body was still, but in a way that made Renaldo think of a raptor sitting on an abutment, watching and waiting.
“Oh, here he is,” Estebán said, motioning for Renaldo to join them, saying, “Señor Burnett, allow me to introduce to you my son, Renaldo.”
This? This was the legendary mesteñero, Henry Burnett? He couldn’t be much older than Renaldo, who realized his jaw had dropped. He closed his mouth quickly and moved toward them as if drawn like metal shavings to a magnet.
Burnett, however, looked amused, as the edge of his mouth quirked up. “Pleased to meet you,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
Renaldo couldn’t look away, shocked that his expectations couldn’t have been more wrong. This was a vibrant young man. But… this was the man he would be alone with on the prairie for months? His stomach twisted at that thought, and at how unexpected it all was, causing his heart to race and face flush. Yes, it was unexpected. That Burnett had come so much sooner than they’d expected had to be why Renaldo couldn’t find his voice and felt so upended.
“Mijo,” his father said sharply.
Renaldo shook himself slightly, and then nodded, saying, “Señor Burnett, it’s very good to meet you, finally. Please forgive my shock, as I don’t believe we expected you so soon.”
Burnett laughed, a rolling, melodious sound, and replied, “Well, then just imagine my shock when I come here all the way from Nacogdoches expecting one Valle man, only to find him gone and you in his place.” He smiled. “Your padre seems to think you’re a better match, so that works for me.”
That smile, bright teeth framed by full lips, eyes crinkled at the corners, helped lessen some of Renaldo’s shock and, if he was being honest, some of the worry that he carried about spending a lot of time with a hard, taciturn man Renaldo knew he would be unable to please. At the realization that this was who he would be with on the plains, just the two of them with no one else for weeks on end, Renaldo became excited, finally looking forward to this task. A young man with an infectious grin wouldn’t be such a chore to be stuck with after all.
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Apple iBooks Store: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/bitter-springs/id1046777460?mt=11
Meet the author:
Laura Stone is a born and bred Texan, but don’t hold that against her. She’s a former comedian, actress and Master Gardener, and currently keeps busy as a media blogger, ghostwriter and novelist when not busy raising her three children. They’re not fully raised, but then, neither is she.
She lives in Texas as proof that it’s not completely populated by hard-line right-wingers. And because that’s where the good tamales are. Her first novel, The Bones of You, was published by Interlude Press in 2014 and was named a finalist for two Foreword Reviews IndieFab Book of the Year Award. Laura Stone at Laura-Stone.com and on Facebook at facebook.com/9LauraStone
Where to find the author:
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26223113-bitter-springs
Publisher: Interlude Press
Cover Artist: Collen M. Good
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