Before we get started, I want to thank Sally for having me on her blog for Writerly Wednesday..Also, I will give away a print copy of “THE ARCHER” to a commenter. So be sure and put on your e-mail address so I can contact the winner..I’ll draw a name at the end of my stay, notify you and get your snail mail address. Now you may carry on….;-)
(From Sally – Thanks right back to you, writers make the Wednesday and without your work, I’d be making things up.)
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Born and raised in Oklahoma, Betty Sullivan La Pierre attended the Oklahoma College for Women and the University of Oklahoma, graduating with her BS degree in Speech Therapy with a Specialty in the Deaf.
Once married, she moved to California with her husband. When her husband was killed in an automobile accident, she was left with two young boys to raise. She is now remarried and has had another son through that marriage.
Ms. La Pierre has lived in the Silicon Valley (California) for many years. At one time, she owned a Mail Order Used Book business dealing mainly in signed and rare books, but phased it out because it took up too much of her writing time. She’s an avid reader, belongs to the Wednesday Writers’ Society, and periodically attends functions of other writing organizations.
She writes Mystery/Suspense/Thriller novels, which are published in digital format and print. Her Hawkman Mystery Series is developing quite a fan base. She’s also written two stand-alone mystery/thrillers and plans to continue writing. ‘BLACKOUT,’ Betty’s story about a bingo hall (of the Hawkman Series), ranked in the top ten of the P&E Reader’s Poll, and won the 2003 BLOODY DAGGER AWARD for best Mystery/Suspense. EuroReviews recently picked ‘THE DEADLY THORN’ (One of Betty’s stand alone thrillers) for their 2005 May Book of the Month.
Betty Sullivan La Pierre’s work is a testament to how much she enjoys the challenge of plotting an exciting story.
The overcast sky hid the moon, and the highway appeared black as pitch. Glancing into the side mirror, Hawkman could see the faint silhouette of a pickup, with no lights, gaining on him fast. He shoved his foot to the accelerator, causing his 4X4 to leap ahead.
Reaching across his chest with his right hand, he loosened his shirt buttons and flipped up the velcro flap on his shoulder holster that held his weapon. Leery of what to expect, he braced himself for some sort of impact as the vehicle gained on him.
Suddenly, a cracking sound vibrated the hull of his SUV. Peering into the rearview mirror, he could see the back window had shattered. It hadn’t fallen out, but one more arrow piercing the surface would send it flying onto the freeway in a million pieces.
Hawkman sat at the desk of his Medford, Oregon office, coffee mug in hand, reading the newspaper, when the door flew open and a woman screamed, “No! No!” as she fell on her side into the room. She kicked the door closed, then braced her boots against it as if to keep out an intruder.
Dropping his cup on the table, Hawkman jumped up, pulled the Beretta pistol from his shoulder holster, and leaped into a poised position beside the entry. “What the hell’s going on?”
“Don’t let him come in,” she sobbed. “He’s going to hurt me.”
“That horrible man.”
“Move back. I’ll check it out.”
“Don’t go outside,” she said, dropping her feet from the door, and scooting on her jeans-clad butt toward the center of the room.
Hawkman dropped to his haunches, opened the metal door a few inches and peered outside. He scanned the area, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Easing through the opening, his weapon ready, he cautiously made his way down the stairs, scrutinizing the nearby alley and grounds. He checked under the stairwell and peeked around the side of the building. Seeing no one who appeared suspicious, he holstered the gun and walked around to the front. Soon, he made his way back to the office. When he entered the room, the female raised her hand to her mouth, then in a relieved voice, squeaked out,
“Thank God, it’s you. Is he gone?”
He sank into the chair. “I didn’t see a soul out there. Tell me about this man. Is he your boyfriend, husband, or a friend?”
She still sat on the floor, legs crossed in an Indian fashion. She pivoted on her hips until she faced him. Reaching over her shoulder, she brought the long auburn braid hanging down her back forward and began fingering it. She glanced up at him with big brown eyes. “I don’t know who he is.”
Hawkman studied the woman’s features. She had high cheek bones, a sharp chin, a pug nose splattered with freckles across the bridge, and no makeup. Not a real pretty face, but definitely not ugly. She reminded him of a country girl with her jeans, plaid shirt, unzipped hooded sweatshirt and cowboy boots. “What’s your name?”
1. In three days, all electricity is going to be shut off for a very long time. What items are you going to gather in preparation for this event?
I’ll make sure my Kindle and cell phone are charged to the hilt, along with many extra batteries for my flashlights and battery operated lanterns. My campfire pots and pans lined up on the hearth, with plenty of firewood so we can have hot meals. The bar-be-cue grill outside will also have plenty of charcoal nearby. The big freezer will not be opened in hopes the food stored will stay frozen by the time the electricity comes back on. If not, we will take out foods and cook them on the grill or over the fireplace. It won’t be easy, as we really depend on electricity, but you can survive.
(From Sally – I heard just before the last weather event that text messages are probably going to be more reliable than phone calls.)
2. Where did the idea for the work you are promoting arise?
We own a vacation home on Copco Lake shoreline. This is a hunting paradise, and in the last few years, I’ve noticed hunters carrying compound bows to hunt deer and turkey. It’s an amazing contraption and my mind started working toward a story. That’s when ‘THE ARCHER’ was born.
3. What do you like to read?
Fiction of any kind, except horror. Horror scares me and I have nightmares. My preference is, of course, Mystery/Suspense.
4. Tell us about the most exciting place you have ever visited?
The one thing that stands out in my mind is when I was a kid (a regular tomboy) and went to my Grandma’s farm. It was so exciting. I slept on feather beds, warmed myself next to an old wood-burning stove, ran in the fields, played with the dogs, cats, calves and any other pet Grandma had. The outhouse or big bucket hidden in the corner of the room was the bathroom. I took a bath in a big round tub, warm water poured from a bucket of water heating on the stove. Taken to bed at night by the light of a kerosene lantern and tucked in by Grandma with tons of covers to keep me warm. I rode the tractor, and learned how to ride a horse. These fond memories have given me lots of information for stories.
5. What is the most mundane, day to day, thing you can share about yourself?
6. What scares you the most?
Heights-Acrophobia. I can’t look down if I’m up high..scares me half to death..
7. Tell us anything but keep it G rated. (fishing)
Hmm, G-rated..well, okay…I’ll tell you about what I love next to writing..I love to fish…
As I told you above, we have a house on the banks of Copco Lake. Our dock is right out my back door and down a gangplank..I have my own huge table with umbrella. I can have my cocktail, and fish at the same time. The bathroom is just up the walkway. (this is my type of camping)
It baffles me why men thank you have to have a different rod and reel for different types of fish. I have caught, trout, bass, crappie, and perch, even a clam and a crawdad all with the same rod, reel and bait. My goal is to catch a trout on each visit. So far, I’ve accomplished my goal. However, this year, due to personal circumstances beyond my control, we were not able to get to the lake this summer. I hope things shape up, so we can go soon, at least next summer. Wish me luck!!
Our Guest this week has certainly found her way into my TBR pile, I love delving into a book in a series. I like daytime dramas, too.
Scroll back up to the top of this page and participate in the contest. You know, I think I’ll paste it down here at the bottom for the scroll challenged among us. Next week, come back for Kathryn Meyer Griffith.
My granddaughter got a Rooster for 4H this week, so I feel a blog post coming on about the new resident in our back yard.
The Drawing –
I will give away a print copy of “THE ARCHER” to a commenter. So be sure and put on your e-mail address so I can contact the winner..I’ll draw a name at the end of my stay, notify you and get your snail mail address.
Thank You Betty and I wish you many sales!