BIO: The General’s Daughter video
Icy Snow Blackstone was born in1802, in northern Georgia where her father, the Reverend John Blackstone, an English emigre, was prominent in local politics. She married a minister, raised at least seven children, one of whom also became a minister, and lived there all her life. There are no photographs of her available because cameras were not invented at that time. Two hundred and five years later, her great-great-great-great-granddaughter began using her name as a pseudonym for her romance novels. There are no photographs of her because her image has been known to break cameras! The present Icy Snow Blackstone lives far from her Southern roots in Orange County, California, where she continues to write romances and is associated with the South Coast Writer’s Association.
Hi ya’ll, Icy Snow Blackstone here. I’d like to thank Nita for so graciously allowing me to give an excerpt from my newest novel, Jericho Road. It’s set in the Georgia during the Vietnam Era and I’ll warn you right off–it deals with some pretty controversial subjects and has some fairly strong language in spots! I also have a paranormal novel, The Irish Lady’s Spanish Lover, which is available as an ebook and large print edition from Double Dragon Publishers, and a futuristic romance, Three Moon Station, released by The Wild Rose Press. Two other futuristic romances from Lyrical Press, Earthman’s Bride and When the Condor Returns, are scheduled for this summer.
JERICHO ROAD:
Past and present conflict for returning Vietnam veteran Wade Conyers as the scars of war and his past relationship with an African-American soldier in his platoon threaten his marriage to a South Carolina socialite.
Wade’s views of racial equality have already caused a rift with his father but it is his sister’s love for a part-Mohawk doctor which becomes the catalyst that reveals secret lives, adultery and ultimately murder.. WARNING: contains subject matter some readers may find objectionable: racial bigotry, profanity, homosexualty, graphic sex. Playboy: Celebrity Photographers movie download
EDITED EXCERPT:
Lindsey looked up at him. “Is it true that your mother’s folks don’t speak to her just because she married an Indian?”
The Changeling move “Of course not, and it’s Native American,” he corrected gently, “not Indian.”
“What’s the difference?” She frowned slightly and he thought it the most endearing little expression he’d ever seen.
“A lot! Indians are from India. The people of the Six Nations aren’t!”
“The Six Nations. Is that what they call themselves?”
“That’s what we call ourselves. We’re the Kanienhehaka.”
He expected her to make some other comment, about his siding himself with just one people when he was part of both but she didn’t.
Instead, she shrugged and looked at the photo again and said, “Well, I think it would be a stupid way to act! Why, I’d be proud if someone in my family married an Ind–a Native American! Or if I were mar–“
She stopped and looked up at him and blushed slightly, “I mean–” and stopped again.
Neither of them said anything, just stood there, looking at each other.
He was standing too close to her, ought to move away. He could see the quick rise and fall of the tiny breasts, realized that one hand was brushing her hip. He looked down at her, thinking how utterly small and innocent she looked.
And white.
“Well?” Lindsey said softly. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Logan didn’t move.
“You’ve been wanting to do it for about three hours now, haven’t you?”
He shook his head. “Four.”
He put his arms around her, pulling her slight body against his, almost lifting her off the floor. He felt her rise onto tiptoe and waver toward him before she regained her balance and then the slender arms were around his neck and she was pressing against him, mouth touching his in a very childish, very chaste closed-lip kiss.
He pulled away long enough to mutter, “Lindsey, maybe we’d better–” and she touched his cheek and whispered, “Shh–” and he kissed her again, thrusting his tongue against her lips, feeling them part and welcome his invasion eagerly.
One hand moved to touch one tiny breast, feeling the nipple quiver into tautness against his fingers. She made a little protesting sound and raised her hand to push against his wrist but as it met resistance let it drop again. Gently, Logan’s fingers encircled the soft little mound.
He couldn’t know what she was thinking, that abruptly, Lindsey realized that here was a man and not one of those silly awkward boys who were all gropings and heavy breathing. Here was someone who knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted and frighteningly, he wanted her. She knew she ought to stop him–she could stop him with one word–but his hands felt so good touching her, making hot little shivers generate inside her in places she’d never felt them before.
Just a little longer, she thought. I’ll let him touch me just a little longer and then I’ll tell him to stop.. But she never said the words, not even when Logan picked her up and without taking his mouth from hers, carried her into the bedroom.
Thank you so much for stopping by today, Icy. The excerpt is wonderful and the trailer is great. 🙂
Icy Snow,
great interview! Enjoyed the excerpt and the trailer.
Scarlet
Hi Icy Snow,
I don’t read graphic sex scenes, so thanks for the warning. 🙂 But I did want to stop by and say, “howdy”! 🙂
Mama Mary was late and she’s sorry! I told her to get on the stick but she kept reading the 200 emails that kept multiplying.
Icy had such an interesting life and writes so HOT!