I don't know who to blame: Blogger for not allowing me to post pictures, (although I've done it before) or my lack in keeping up with Blogspot's changes. Either way, this dull explanation is sitting in for the picture of author Phyliss Miranda and the hot cover of her latest book. You can see the pictures that I'm unable to copy at Phyliss Miranda's website: phylissmiranda.com. But first, learn what my guest blogger has to say about her character, Nicodemus Dartmouth. -- Bernice Simpson
Meet Nicodemus Dartmouth
I’m honored to introduce you to Nicodemus Dartmouth, my hero, in my September 5th eKensington release The Tycoon and the Texan.
Before we begin with the interview, I’d like to give you the background on both how I selected the plot and
last name. I truly believe it was a gift from above.
My husband and I have friends who we've know for over forty years and vacationed with since their boys and our girls were young.
In 2002, my DH and I were on our way to meet them in
Florida when we received
a call, thank goodness for cell phones, that Harry
had emergency heart surgery. He was in a coma, and the future was
uncertain. We immediately turned our car
north and headed for
where he laid critically ill for weeks.
We were determined not to leave until he and Dartmouth
Medical Center Pat
were safely home under their own roof.
And, that we did.
One day while sitting in the waiting room, my attention was drawn to a show on TV, you know the ones up in the corner of the room you have to crane your neck to see and can barely hear, that pertained to a foundation’s auction of bachelors for charity. That seeded the idea for a story about a strong, multi-millionaire who ends up buying an ugly duckling at his own foundation’s charity ball. Of course, she had to be from Texas, and his name had to be as strong and willful as my character, so Nicodemus Dartmouth was born.
Now nearly ten years and many vacations together later, my story The Tycoon and the Texan came out recently and needless to say, I dedicated it to our dearest friends.
Let’s get on with learning more about Nicodamus Dartmouth. I’m gonna let him tell you about himself first, and then he’ll answer questions if you care to post them.
I don’t really like being referred to as a tycoon because I see myself as just another hardworking man in his 30’s. I have to admit being a product of a wealthy, widowed mother, who I don’t always see eye-to-eye with, did have its benefits. I worked my fingers to the bone to establish one of the largest construction firms on the west coast, while being CEO of Mother’s charity ... the Elliott-Dartmouth foundation. I own a Double A baseball farm team and love to workout with my players. Mother is pretty well appalled when I show up at the office with bloody road rash showing threw a tear in my baseball pants. By the way,
Josie, the Foundation Director and mother hen, thinks
I belong in the dog pound. I have one supporter in the organization, well most
of the time, and that’s , who used to be my
secretary at the construction company until I transferred her over to the
foundation when I found myself crawling up twenty stores of red iron thinking
about her. McCall
Now back to the charity auction that Phyliss mentioned. Mother thought it was a grand idea to auction off bachelorettes, while I told her from the start is was a bad, really bad idea. She called me into the office to go over the final arrangements, including the table decorations. I need to be out at the construction company offices arranging for a shipment of material we don’t need to be shipped to Habitat for Humanity, but no I’m standing here looking at a bunch of flowers stuffed in a vase. I won’t even tell you what I think about them because Mother sure didn't approve of my description.
The auction was a nightmare, just as I had predicted, although it raised a lot of money for the foundation ... a good bit coming from me.
The jinks I apparently put on the event began when one of the bachelorettes called in sick and our resident Texan McCall
was forced to step in. In an unexpected turn of events, and I have to admit a
bit of jealousy on my part to boot, I ended up paying what McCall called “a
vulgar” amount for a week long date with her.
That began our adventures ... seven days to
I wanted so badly to show her that our lives weren't that much different, but at every turn, I hit a roadblock. From nearly cutting my finger off trying to prepare dinner on my private boat for her to seeing a ghost on
coming out of Harris Grade , something got in my way of
showing her that I don’t get everything I want, although she thinks I do. Lompoc, California
It took me the full seven days, plus some while visiting her Granny’s ranch in Texas, but I finally succeeded at showing the independent, spirited, uprooted Texan that our lives aren't as different as it might seem, only to find that we are more alike than I ever dreamed ... including our secrets.
I hope you’ll go buy The Tycoon and the Texan by native Texan, Phyliss Miranda, so you can learn more about me and
. By the way, if I have my way, she won’t be a
Miss much longer. Miss
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Phyliss Miranda is the author of six historical western romance anthologies and her contemporary romance The Tycoon and the Texan is scheduled to be released on September 5, 2013, with her second eBook The Troubled Texan due out early 2014. Phyliss is the 2007 recipient of Panhandle Professional Writers’ Writer of the Year award. She enjoys sharing her love for the new frontier, particularly the Texas Panhandle, the Civil War, quilting, and antiques; and still believes in the Code of the Old West.
Visit her at phylissmiranda.com