Do you have a specific writing style?
Yes. First and foremost, I am a poet, so you’ll find
that my writing will sometimes have a cadence to it. Also, I like to write
using short, fragmented sentences—a lot like Stephen King does in his books. He
is my idol, even though my current body of work is nothing like his.
Do you write in different genres?
I write in whichever genre I want. My muse is all
over the place. I have books in Christian Fiction, Time-Travel Romance, YA
Sci-Fi, and Sweet Western Romance. I use a different pen name for each of those
different genres.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s
complete?
Both. The title for The Shepherd’s Daughter came
after the story was mapped out. Before that, though, it was titled Sweet & Wild. My thrillers and
sci-fi tales usually come title first.
What books/authors have influenced your life?
Stephen King, Kresley Cole, Christine Feehan, Frank
Peretti, King Solomon & King David (yes, from the Bible. Incredible poetic
verse).
What book are you reading now?
Sadly, I don’t have much time to read, but I am
eagerly awaiting the day when I have some free time.
What books are in your to read pile?
Kresley Cole, Caroline Lee, Jacinta Wild, Kathryn Le
Veque, Stephen King, LOTS more…
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I am working on edits for THE SEAMSTRESS (Dry Bayou
Brides #2) and finishing up the word count on THE WIDOW (Dry Bayou Brides #3).
I also have a YA Sci-Fi and dark paranormal in the works.
The Shepherd’s Daughter
Dry Bayou Brides
Book One
Lynn Winchester
Genre: Sweet Western Romance
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Date of Publication: September 27th, 2016
ASIN: B01LVYT90X
Number of pages: 97
Word Count: approx. 26k
Cover Artist: Dar Albert
Book Description:
"Welcome to Dry Bayou, Texas, where Southern Charm meets the Wild West..."
From author Jackson d'Lynne writing as Lynn Winchester, a sweet and romantic western sure to warm your heart!
Ray MacAdams and Billy Ducharme have been best friends since her family moved to his ranch fourteen years ago to start a new sheep ranching operation.
Through thick and thin, good and bad, fire and rain, their friendship has only gotten stronger—so strong that nothing could possibly break their bond, a bond that for Ray has suddenly changed from simply friends to something deeper… Something that makes her dream of days and nights beside the man she loves, something that makes her wish she were more than just the shepherd’s daughter.
Then Billy’s mail order bride arrives.
Rebecca DuCastille is everything Ray is not: refined, well-mannered, and pretty as a porcelain tea cup. How can Ray possibly compete for Billy’s heart when his new bride is everything he could want in a proper wife?
Can the shepherd’s daughter convince her childhood friend that their love for one another goes beyond friendship, or will Billy marry the pretty interloper and leave Ray out to pasture?
Publisher Note: This is a 'sweet'/'clean' romance.
Excerpt
#2
“Billy Ducharme,
you get your good-fer-nothin’ hide down here this instant!” Ray stopped pacing
long enough to yell up at the hay loft from outside the large, red barn. “You
got to be done with your chores by now, it’s near midday!”
She and Billy
were supposed to head down to Clipper’s Creek for the fishing derby and she
hated to be late. She didn’t want to miss out on the prize for the biggest
trout. She’d won it three years running and she’d be pickled if she lost this
year.
Where is that
man? She stood on her tiptoes and rocked back onto her heels, all while
balancing her armload of fishing gear.
She’d been
looking forward to this day for near six months. She even made sure she woke up
a few hours before her usual time in order to get a head start on her daily
chores; tending the two ewes who were lambing, mending the fence that was
struck by lightning two nights ago, and checking with the gauchos to recount
the heads to make sure none of the sheep were missing.
Thankfully, all
were accounted for, which meant she didn’t have to go hunting for a wayward
ewe—that could’ve taken all day. She didn’t have all day, not if she wanted to
get to the derby.
Now, to get
Billy moving so they could get going.
The whinny of a
horse caught her attention and she stopped moving and stared at the tall, wide
doorway that led to the interior of the barn. A bead of sweat slid down her
forehead, over the bridge of her nose, and dripped off the end.
“Come on, you’re
movin’ slower than molasses and Lord knows I can’t stand the stuff!” She
juggled the tackle and poles in her arms and heaved a heavy sigh.
Her sigh of frustration
turned to a sigh of appreciation when Billy came into view from around the barn
door. He’d pulled his hat from his head and was brushing the straw from it. Ray
had to stop herself from staring like a ninny at his rich, chestnut hair, dark
brows, and smooth, tanned face.
He was tall,
lean, walked like a man who knew his business, and had a face she wouldn’t
throw a dead frog at…unless he was cracking a joke about her.
Ray didn’t know
when, exactly, her thoughts about Billy Ducharme turned from sweet and annoying
little sister-like to mushy and silly and... Well, not sweet nor sisterly. But
she wasn’t going to let her sudden mental ailment mess up her chance to win the
derby.
“There you are.
Shake a leg so we can get to the creek before they call the last round.”
Her urgent tone
didn’t get him to move any faster. He actually slowed down, slapped his hat
back on his head, and gave her a big, too-handsome smile.
She hated it
when he smiled like that. She fought to ignore the melting sensation in the pit
of her stomach and growled at him. “Don’t you dare, Willem!” She only ever used
his full Christian name when she was annoyed at him.
He only smiled
bigger and walked slower.
She narrowed her
eyes and bit her lip to keep from yelling at him again—it wouldn’t be proper to
yell the things she wanted to say to Billy at this moment.
By the time he
stood before her, looking down into her overwarm face with a mischievous grin
and glimmering blue eyes, she was fuming—‘bout ready to toss the fishing poles
on the ground and wallop him.
“Whoa there,
Ray. You’ve got to learn patience one of these days or you’re liable to get so
worked up you’ll have a fit.” Ray held her breath. “Now, if you had a fit and
fell to the ground like a startled heifer, I’d have to sell tickets. Lots of
folks ‘round here would pay good money to see that.” He laughed, his deep
chuckle breaking through the cloud in her head.
“Why you—” she
reached out to slap his arm, but dropped her armload of fishing supplies,
instead. “Ugh!” she called out in frustration, staring down at the now
scattered and tangled lines, poles, and bobbers.
Chuckling
louder, Billy stepped closer. Ray stopped moving, thinking, breathing—he was
much too close for comfort.
About the Author:
Lynn Winchester is one of the pseudonyms of a hardworking California-born caffeine addict, now living in the wilds of Northeast Pennsylvania. Lynn has been writing fiction since the 5th grade, and enjoys creating worlds, characters, and stories for her readers.
When Lynn isn't writing sweet historical romances, she is writing spicy paranormal romance as Jackson D’Lynne, and YA Sci-Fi/Thrillers as DJ Sorber. When is isn’t writing at all, she is running a successful editing business, reading whatever she can get her hands on, raising her four children, making sure her husband is happy, and binge watching shows on Netflix.
Website: http://lynnwinchester.com/
Facebook: https://www.Facebook.com/LynnWinWesterns
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