My Heroine Made Me Do It!

THE WIDOWED BRIDE, is my current release from Harlequin Historicals.  If you’ve read THE HORSEMAN’S BRIDE, you’ll no doubt recognize Ruby Denby Rumford, who came storming into the last chapter of the book to rescue her brother.  Here’s the blurb from the back of the book.

Ruby Denby Rumford endured her monstrous husband’s abuse until death—by self-defense—did them part.  Now she and her daughters seek a new beginning in Dutchman’s Creek, Colorado, but will her past stay buried?

           With an obligation to uphold the laws of prohibition and an undercover persona in place, U.S. Deputy Marshal Ethan Beaudry comes to town ready to end a shady bootlegging ring.  He doesn’t expect to find beautiful, mysterious Ruby involved—or to be forced to choose between duty to the law and this forbidden passion.

 I’d meant to end my “Bride” series with THE HORSEMAN’S BRIDE.   Then Ruby strode into the final pages and demanded that I tell her story.  Here’s a little more about her.  Ruby is the sister of Jace Denby, the hero of the previous book.  Raised in wealth and privilege, she endured ten years of horrific abuse before shooting her husband, Hollis Rumford, in defense of herself and her two young daughters.  Acquitted of murder, her money all but gone, she’s moved to Dutchman’s Creek to be near her brother and start a new life.  Not wishing to be a burden, she’s bought an old vacant house on Main Street, which she plans to convert to a boarding house.  She’s unaware of the stash of bootleg whiskey in the cellar or the handsome undercover lawman who suspects her of being in league with the bootleggers.

            Ruby’s an unusual heroine in her own right.  The pretty brunette model on my cover doesn’t do justice to Ruby’s flaming hair or statuesque figure.  Ruby is a lot of woman, and a perfect match for a hero who appreciates every delicious inch of her.  Here’s an introduction for you from Chapter 1.

  The sooty cobweb stretched from the chandelier to the high ceiling, a good four feet out of reach.  Lurking near its center was a spider—a monster with long, prickly legs and a body as big as a copper penny.

Ruby Denby Rumford glared up at her adversary.  She’d always had a mortal dread of spiders, but she couldn’t let this one get the best of her.  If she wanted to attract good tenants for her boarding house, the place would have to be spotless from floor to ceiling.  The spider had to go.

Circling warily, she plotted her attack.  She might be able to reach the web with the broom.  But if she knocked the spider loose, it could end up anywhere—in her hair, in her face, down her blouse…  Ruby shuddered as she weighed her options.  The only way to make sure the creature didn’t land on her would be to capture it first.

A dusty Mason jar with a lid sat on the kitchen counter.  That would do for a trap.  But she’d need something to climb on.  Ruby sighed as she surveyed the rickety cane chairs that had come with the old boarding house.  Maybe she should have paid $4.50 for that stepladder at the hardware store.  But buying the property had taken almost all her money.  Until the rents started coming in, she would need to hoard every cent she had left.

Moving a chair to the center of the room, she tried standing on the seat; but the spider was still out of reach.  She needed something more—that wooden crate in the corner might do.  Placed on the chair, it would raise her a good eighteen inches.

With the crate in place, Ruby retrieved the jar and prepared for battle.  She could do this, she lectured herself.  A woman who’d fired three bullets into her raging, two-hundred-pound husband at point blank range should have no trouble facing down a creature the size of her thumb.

Hollis Rumford had deserved to die.  Even the jurors had agreed after they’d heard how Hollis had abused her and threatened worse to their two young daughters.  At the urging of the best lawyer in the state, they’d acquitted Ruby on grounds of self-defense.  But her wealthy friends—mostly Hollis’s friends—had been less forgiving.  The Springfield Missouri social set had cut her off cold. 

Exhausted and needing a change of scene, she’d fled to Europe with her little girls.  A few months later she’d returned to discover that her late husband’s estate had been gobbled up by creditors, leaving her with little more than a pittance. 

There was nothing to do but pull up stakes and make a new start.

Dutchman’s Creek had been a natural choice.  Ruby’s brother Jace, her only close kin, had settled on a nearby ranch.  He and his spirited young bride Clara were expecting their first baby.  They’d urged Ruby to come to Colorado so their children could grow up together. 

Ruby had welcomed the invitation.  She’d seen the town on an earlier visit and been captivated by its peaceful mountain setting.  She’d always been close to Jace, and Clara was like a sister to her.  But she had no intention of becoming a burden to them.  Whatever it took, she’d vowed, she would find a way to provide for herself and her children. 

The vacant boarding house at the south end of Main Street had looked like an answer to her prayers.  She and her daughters could live on the main floor and rent the four upstairs rooms for a steady income. 

Only now was she beginning to realize how much she’d taken on.

Clutching the jar in one hand, she hitched up her narrow skirt and hoisted herself onto the edge of the chair.  Her brother had offered to come and help her get the place in shape.  Ruby had turned him down out of stubborn pride.  Jace had already done enough for her, risking his life and freedom to protect her after Hollis’s death.  It was time she learned to manage on her own.

That aside, she’d gladly accepted Clara’s invitation to take the girls for the week.  Mandy and Caro were having the time of their lives on the ranch, riding horses, climbing trees, bottle-feeding orphaned calves and gathering eggs in the chicken coop. 

Meanwhile, their mother had a spider to dispose of.

Holding her breath, Ruby mounted the crate.  Her knees quivered as she steadied her balance on the wooden slats.  Seconds, that was all she’d need to do the job. 

Close up, the spider looked bigger and nastier than ever.   Steeling herself, Ruby twisted the lid off the Mason jar and positioned it below the creature.  A little more stretch and she could use the lid to maneuver it inside.  Heart pounding, she eased onto her tiptoes…

A wooden slat splintered beneath her weight.  Thrown off balance, Ruby lurched upward.  The jar shattered against the floor as she grabbed for the chain that suspended the small chandelier.  Miraculously, the chain held.  But her thrashing feet had toppled the crate and chair, leaving her to dangle above the wreckage.  The distance to the floor wasn’t all that far, but falling could land her on a splintered board, a jutting chair leg or shards of broken glass.

The web was empty now.  The spider, she realized, could be anywhere.  Panic clenched Ruby’s stomach.  Her grip was getting weaker, and she had no safe place to fall.  There was only one thing she could do.

Scream bloody murder.

For those of you who write, have you ever had a character whose story demanded to be told?  Or, if not, who’s your favorite strong-willed heroine?

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17 thoughts on “My Heroine Made Me Do It!”

  1. Good morning everyone. Does anybody else think the first Monday of daylight savings time sucks?
    My body thinks it’s 6:30 and my brain isn’t even awake. But I’ll be in and out today, enjoying and answering your comments.

  2. Hi Elizabeth, I love your books so i can’t wait to read your new one. I have been looking for it just haven’t found it yet in the stores I go to. I will run across it though.

  3. Elizabeth, that riveting excerpt sure hooked me. Ruby is quite a character. I can tell she’s extremely strong and independent and her stubborn pride sure gets in her way. That’s some of the traits of redheads I fear. At least I find that to be the case with myself. Only I’m not as strong as I need to be but I’m working on that.

    I’ve had several heroines whose story simply had to be told. Jessie Foltry in my first published book KNIGHT ON THE TEXAS PLAINS was one and also Tempest LeDoux in my novella in our second anthology GIVE ME A COWBOY.

    And I’m like you. I HATE this time change. It’ll take a while for my body to get accustomed to it. I was late getting up so my day got off to very slow start.

  4. I really, really dislike DST! But then, anything that makes morning earlier should be forbidden, imho. lol

    I’ve been looking forward to this book, Elizabeth. Congratulations!

    My heroines usually knock on my “door” and politely ask if I have time–but they always fall for the tall, dark, SILENT type. It takes a while to convince the hero to sit down and start talking.

  5. Thanks Quilt Lady. Hope you can find the book. Harlequin Historicals aren’t everywhere, but some supermarkets and bookstores do carry them. And of course there’s always Amazon. Have a great day.

  6. As a fellow redhead, I share the same traits, Linda. But from what I know of you, you’re already a very strong woman.
    I fell in love with the cover of Knight on the Texas Plains. It’s on my Amazon list, ready to order.

  7. Hi Elizabeth, I hate the time change. My body takes longer to adjust as it ages and I hate it. My mind doesn’t help, either.
    That is interesting that you should mention a character who shows up at the end of your story and demands to be heard. I have a story, right now, that has that character. I guess I will have to write it. Again, a sister of the heroine who shows up to have her say.
    I will have to get these two books you mention. I have read some of your others.

  8. Thanks Mary J. If there was a petition going around to end DST, I would be the first to sign it.
    Sounds like you have another heroine demanding her story. Have fun writing it.

  9. Great excerpt. I could feel her pain since I loathe spiders. Please tell me some handsome hunk of a guy caught her lol.

  10. Hi Elizabeth, what a terrific post and book. I’m so glad Ruby made you do it LOL. She sure deserves a happy ending of her own! Same thing with my Mattie in Marrying Mattie. Shortly after selling Marrying Minda, the editor asked if I’d do a short Christmas story to kind of introduce myself. So I did a quickie on her sister Mattie…but Mattie told me, it’s not long enough. I need a whole book LOL. Best wishes on the new book! oxoxoxox

  11. Love your story about Mattie, Tanya. I’m guessing Marrying Mattie is her whole book, yes?
    FWIW, I’ve had a number of heroes do the same thing. My favorite is probably hot young Sheriff Matt Langtry, a rejected suitor in HER DEAREST ENEMY and a hero in his own right in WYOMING WILDFIRE. But the heroes were polite about it. Ruby was just plain pushy!

  12. Just a quick note to let you know how much I
    enjoy reading your heroines. I’ve read both
    the Horseman’s Bride and the Widowed Bride.
    Looking forward to your next strong heroine!

    Pat Cochran

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