Oh my goodness, thank you for Fridays! It's been a rough week of emails not getting through, posts not getting loaded, and another 6 to 8 inches of fresh new snow....Today, I have Icy Snow Blackstone on my blog with her new release, Three Moon Station. Before we get to the book, she shares a little anecdote that is quite comical. Welcome, Icy Snow Blackstone!
Goodness, Connie! You certainly picked a brain-teaser. Something amusing that might’ve been incorporated into a novel… Nope. Can’t think of a thing like that.
I do have an anecdote that’s amusing, however. I used to be a dancer and once my partner and I were invited to dance for the Baconsfield Country Club. They were having a dinner with entertainment afterward. We were told we’d be given dinner also, after we performed, so, sure enough, we found ourselves at a table tucked into a corner with plates of turkey, candied yams, dressing and new potatoes. (It was a Thanksgiving dinner.)
Another performer was onstage at that time, so we started eating. Unfortunately, the new potatoes were small, round, and very difficult to cut. Every time I pressed my knife against one, the blade slipped and hit the plate, making a loud tap! Even more unfortunate, the sound carried onto the stage and inserted itself into the song being sung which was Ave Maria, like this…
Aaah (tap) Vayyy (tap) Mariii (tap) iiiyah (tap)
Not only the singer but the entire audience could hear. No matter how careful I was, every time I used the knife, it slipped. Finally, my partner and I began to laugh and of course, the harder we tried to be quiet, the funnier it became.
The singer, trooper that he was, finished his song, but when he came offstage, he gave us both a glare that should’ve fried us where we sat.
Can’t say I blame him.
I think you were just trying to help the guy by adding an extra beat! LOL. That's hysterical!
Tell us a little about Three Moon Station!
Where do you go when nowhere on Earth is safe? You go to another planet, of course.
That’s what Katherine Rawls does when she witnesses a murder and finds herself with two hit men on her trail. Boarding a ship transporting women as Domestics to a pioneering planet seems the best escape route. Katy figures she’ll lay low for a while then come back and turn the evidence over to the authorities. She doesn’t count on finding herself bought and paid for…as a station owner’s bride.
Now Katy faces a danger of another kind. Sarkin Trant maybe sympathetic to her predicament and he’s agreed to protect her, but he also expects full husbandly benefits in return.
“Mr. Trant. I guess we’d better have that talk now,” she began and he nodded soberly. She walked a little closer, looking up into those bright eyes. Careful, Katy! Don’t get too close. You might fall into that blueness and drown.
“There’s so much we need to discuss. W-we haven’t even talked about how much I’ll be paid.”
“Paid? You expect to be paid for—”
“Of course,” she interrupted. “I believe it’s customary.”
He thought about that a moment. “Guess that tells me something about you I hadna wish to know, Sunshine.”
“After all,” she reminded him. “I do have my own welfare to think about.”
His expression was serious as he said softly, “What wouldya consider fair payment, Katy?”
“I guess that’s up to you. What do you think my services are worth?”
“Truthfully? I doubt I have that much money.” He looked a little flustered. “But… The women in town…at Larkin’s…ge’ ten Federals per toss, so…”
“I’m sorry,” Katy interrupted. “What’s a toss?”
“Maybe they call it something else on Terra.” He startled her by seizing her shoulders, saying with an earnestness that made her frown, “Katy, I want you to know I’ll ne’er hold your old life against you.”
She smiled at this statement of reverse snobbery. Since she had no intention of ever letting him know that her uncle was one of the richest, and also one of the most criminally unscrupulous, men on Terra’s Northern Hemisphere, she didn’t answer.
Katy decided to name her own salary. “How about you pay me five hundred credits a month? For services rendered?”
“What kind of services?” he asked, suspiciously.
“The usual kind.” She shrugged, wondering why he looked even more confused. “But I think we should get one thing straight. I fully intend to uphold my end of the Agreement and work hard for you b-but…” Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself free of his grasp. “I won’t sleep with you.”
“Na right now, you mean.” He didn’t look too upset.
“No. Not ever.” She shook her head, adding, “I’m sorry.”
“’Tis I who’s sorry, Sunshine, most definitely. But I do na understand. If you intend to adhere to the Contract, how can you refuse to—”
“I’m certain the Federation didn’t send me here to satisfy the lust of some sex-starved colonist, Mr. Trant.”
“Is that what you think I am? A sex-starved colonist?” He didn’t looked insulted, as she’d expected, just a little more bewildered.
“Of course not,” she denied.? “Not really.” She took a deep breath. He’d obviously expected it to be so easy. “I’ll be a good housekeeper, Mr. Trant but I just won’t sleep with my employer. I can’t.”
“Employer?” he repeated. His face underwent a startling change, disbelief, amusement, relief, she wasn’t certain which. “That’s what you think I am? Your employer?”
“Of course,” she nodded. “You hired me to be your housekeeper—”
He stopped whatever else she was going to say, by laughing out loud.
“What’s so funny?”
A hand went to her shoulder. “Sunshine, I’m na your employer. I’m your husband.”
Paperback from the publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/cat-romance/three-moon-station-356-detail
e-Books/Kindle from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Three-Moon-Station-Book-ebook/dp/B00G8P26US/
Oh my, I am now left to think about how she reacted! This will definitely have to be added to my TBR list. Thank you for sharing. Now, let's find out a little about Icy Snow Blackstone!
Icy Snow Blackstone was born in 1802, in northern Georgia where her father, the Reverend John Blackstone, was prominent in local politics. She married a minister, raised seven children, and lived there all her life.
Two hundred and five years later, her great-great-great-great-granddaughter began using her name as a pseudonym for her romance novels. The present Icy Snow Blackstone lives far from her Southern roots in Lancaster County, Nebraska, where she continues to write romances.
As of 2017, Icy Snow has eleven novels published by Class Act Books. Her contemporary romance, Tuesday’s Child, was given the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers Choice award for Best Contemporary Novel of 2014. A SciFi romance, Earthman’s Bride and Vietnam-era romance Jericho Road, have also received awards
That's a lovely photo of you, Icy Snow. Thank you for joining me on my blog today, I wish you great success.
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