I got the chance at Penned Con 2017 to interview the lovely Candace Carrabus to talk about her latest book.
Candace was in the same group as I was for an authorgraph card, the prize being a basket of books from each of the authors participating. What better prize for book lovers, right? It was a such a joy to speak with Candace! At the awards ceremony, we sat near each other and had the opportunity to talk a little more. I’m looking forward to seeing her at Penned again, and perhaps some other signing events. Since I got sidetracked during our interview, and didn’t actually let Candace talk about her book as much, here’s a bit more information for your pleasure.
Run Out, Dream Horse Mystery #2
by Candace Carrabus
Viola Parker might be one of the best show-jumper riders around, but her attitude just landed her out of work. Again. Now, all that’s between her and a surprise trust fund is keeping a job for one full year by the time she’s 30. But between the ghost horse visiting Vi’s dreams and the dead bodies piling up, the question isn’t whether she can keep her mouth shut long enough to earn a reference, but whether she’ll live long enough to get it.
Keeping a job for one year shouldn’t be so hard…
Vi’s sworn off whipped cream, her favorite bra is strung on a tomato plant, and ghost horse Wastrel has galloped back into her nights. When her estranged parents land on the farm’s doorstep with suitcases full of nothing, tempers flare and secrets emerge. Fearing her boss/lover, Malcolm will lose his patience, Vi does her best to keep her grandfather out of the gun safe and her dog out of his garden. Curbing a lifetime of anger to endure her parents’ mystifying visit is the least of her problems. A furtive stranger is stalking them, and he’ll stop at nothing to execute his long-awaited revenge.
Vi can barely resist the urge to RUN OUT.
Will she survive a scorching summer of tomatoes, tango, and terror?
Witty, crisp dialogue and plenty of twists and turns will keep you guessing right to the very end of this thrilling and emotional sequel to On the Buckle.
Released September 8th
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Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0757328GQ
Certain men should be required to wear a sports bra when riding.
That’s what I was thinking as I boosted an overweight guy onto Fawn, a stout quarter horse mare who could carry him without straining anything. Although she did let out a little grunt of protest when he plopped onto the saddle. His parts bounced recklessly. And by parts, I mean man boobs. Moobs.
I’d read a recent study that said riders could throw their horse’s balance out of whack if they didn’t wear the right undergarments.
I couldn’t unsee the moobs, but I could ignore them as I mounted my horse—correct undergarments in place—and set off for the relative cool of the woods. Here it was, late August in Missouri and there was no sign of the heat letting up or rain coming down.
Unfortunately, there was no sign Winterlight Farm would discontinue public riding anytime soon, either.
It was when I stepped down into the aisle that a loud boom ricocheted through the barn. Horses in the field jumped, lifted their heads and looked toward the house. Zoe came through the tack room door.
The sound had been both familiar and foreign. But my brain was catching up fast.
Again, a crack bent the air, sending a tremor through me. A couple of the horses bucked and took off.
“Shit,” I said, starting to run. “Those are gunshots.”
I ran. Ran like the devil himself had a bead on me.
Which someone had, once, not long ago, someone evil. But that time, I’d been on a horse. A very fast horse.
Oh god oh god oh god.
Again, I found myself running straight at my fear instead of disappearing in my preferred direction—away.
Wishing I had four legs, I forced more power into the two, sprinted up the driveway, pounded across the porch, and tore the screen door off one hinge getting inside.
Needed to breathe. Not picture the images rushing my brain.
No one in the front room.
Sliding down the slick old hardwood of the hallway on the soles of my riding boots, I careened into the kitchen.
There, my parents sat at the table, each reading a section of the days-old local weekly paper. My father wore glasses.
Had they killed Giacomo and stashed the body? If so, they were mighty quick.
Candace Carrabus is a multi-published author of fantasy, contemporary mystery, and metaphysical fiction. Most of her stories feature women of a certain age <cough> because, well, women of a certain age like to have adventures, too, right?
She’s written stories and ridden horses–simultaneously–for as long as she can remember. Now, she shares a farm in Missouri with her husband and daughter, two dogs, three cats, two feisty goats, a gentle alpaca, and a guard llama. Her horse wasn’t interested in sharing his pasture with those critters, so he lives at a horse farm.
Not surprisingly, Candace’s stories are often infused with the mystery and spirituality horses have brought to her life. Come along for the ride!
Twitter – @CandaceCarrabus
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Website – http://candacecarrabus.com
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