We have a lovely guest author with us today. I really enjoyed her blog, so grab a cup of coffee or cold drink and sit back to enjoy a look into Jennifer Madden's world.
I was, and I guess still am, a total tomboy. I’ll admit that. I grew up on a dairy farm, riding cows and horses, and loved being outside with ‘the boys’ doing hay and working on vehicles. Kitchen work? Ugh! The nastiest punishment I could receive as a kid was having to do dishes or laundry. Still don’t like doing either one. (But now I have kids and I make them do it!)
I met my husband weaving baskets at Longaberger Basket Company, and he says he fell in love with me when I was working on a buddy’s truck and had grease smeared on my face. I pride myself on being self-sufficient and a more-than competent woman, so it took me a while to rely on him. I took care of my own vehicle, put myself through college and kept an apartment while working full time. I was a deputy sheriff for nine years, and it was not unusual for me to be called a bitch at work. That was fine, because it usually meant I was doing my job correctly, to the letter of the law.
When I had my kids, I finally started to mellow. There’s nothing like being pregnant to bring out a woman’s feminine, nurturing side. I bought pretty maternity things for me and began pampering myself. I started looking at clothes for the baby and *gasp* decorating. My first child was a boy, rowdy and happy to play with mom in the dirt and ride four-wheelers with her.
Then my second came along. A beautiful, happy, blond-haired, blue-eyed girl. Who also loved to play with mom in the dirt and ride four-wheelers with her.
I was fascinated with having a little girl, because I thought maybe I could make her a little more socially acceptable by getting her to wear dresses and play with dolls. Well, I quickly discovered the dresses better be machine washable to get the mud out and the dolls better be able to hold toy guns or they’d end up in the trash. Pretty little necklaces better have good fasteners to hang onto the bicycle as it rattles through a field.
I went to a chapter meeting one day, and my husband called me, bewildered and needing advice. The daughter had found a raccoon skeleton in the field and ripped a tooth out of the skull, and she wanted Daddy, her hero, to make a necklace out of it. Her reasoning was, big brother had a shark-tooth necklace from the aquarium, so how was this any different? I told hubby to try to clean it up and go ahead, I guess.
Regretfully (NOT!), the tooth shattered under the drill bit, so she had to go without.
I’m presented with these situations on a daily basis, anymore, and I kind of given up on femininizing dear daughter. Is that even a word? Yes, she occasionally wears dresses now, but they better match her black eyes and the bruises on her knees.
I come from a long line of tomboys, and we’ve all turned out fantastic, so I guess I’ll just roll with whatever she throws at me.
Strong women are definitely a theme with me, though, in my writing. When I first read romances, you had the pansy-ass, ‘Oh, Rex, can you help me?’ twits that just drove me nuts. That was when I started writing heroines. I guarantee you will not find a pansy-ass woman in any of my books.
My newest release is titled Wet Dream, and it’s about a strong woman who wants to be just a little softer for one night. And the war veteran who steps in to be her hero. Here’s the blurb:
Ex-FBI agent Ginger Hampton is not surprised when her date is a no show. Madame Evangeline, owner of 1NightStand promised her a perfect night…but Ginger is used to disappointment in love. The fact that she’s six feet tall, model perfect and owns her own high-end security firm tends to intimidate men. In spite of herself, she’d had high hopes for this date.
Madame Eve’s email had told him to watch for a woman in distress, and the woman at the bar is exactly that. Chief of Security Cameron Jones doesn’t see himself as a hero, but he’s willing to check on a special guest for his boss. He doesn’t realize until he sees her face that it’s Ginger Hampton, his own personal weak spot. She’s not turned off by his brutal scarring, and even flirts as if she’s interested. When he escorts her to her room, does he have the balls to respond to her interest, and stay the night? How can he say no to…
His own personal wet dream?
I loved writing this story and exploring the dynamic between these two characters. Would you like to win a copy? Tell me the best tomboy (or princess, if you swung that way) story from your past. Come on, we all have them. Good or bad. The one that cracks me up the most will win a copy of Wet Dream. I’ll note the winner in the comments section September 2nd.
And if you don’t win, you can always pick up a copy at:
You can check out my website here: http://www.jmmadden.com/
And I have to thank the blog owners for letting me speak here. Fantastic blog for women!