Blogging at NZ Book Council’s blog today!


Hi all!

I’m blogging about my newest novel, The Hills of Gold Unchanging, on the New Zealand Book Council’s blog today!

In this post is the first public peek at the start of this novel! Even the beta readers haven’t seen it!

 

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE POST! 🙂

 

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It’s to be released on 18 February at the Meow Cafe, along with books from six other Kiwi authors!

They are promoting these authors over the next few weeks as part of our lead-up to our big Kiwi Book Feast release party!

 

Our Facebook page is here

 

Our Facebook Event page is here

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Hope you can join us in Wellington shortly!

 

See you there!

 

XXX

LIZZI

 

 

 


The Third Edition of A Long Trail Rolling is released and uploaded to most websites.

New cover, revised interior!

Take a look!

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And the paperback cover…with reviews by Deborah Challinor, Leeanna Morgan and Booksellers NZ

 

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And a treat inside the covers…

(Thanks Chris, at Bookprinting.co.nz !)

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If you love sagas with gutsy, horsey heroines and  hot Latin Californio men, plus plenty of history thrown in, you might like my current series…

The Long Trails Series

A Long Trail Rolling, Book One.  A third edition–now out!

The Hills of Gold Unchanging, Book Two-18 February 2017

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three-Due May 2017

Tatiana, Book Four -Due August – Dec 2017

Blogging at Bluestocking Belles!


Hello all,

I’m blogging today over at Bluestocking Belles page in their gossipy Teatime Tattler!

Hope you can make it for tea!  Come on by!

just click on the link above!

 

This is an original bit of story. The scene’s written, but this wasn’t included. It might be now!   It’s from one of the upcoming, soon to be released novels in The Long Trails Quadrilogy.

Hope you like it!

 

XX

Lizzi, at home, writing in an island paradise… Thanks to Kajai Lang for the lovely photography.

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Author Talks This Week


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If you’re anywhere near the Humboldt, California area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd, Bayside, Eureka

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

Come Along to a Talk Soon!! Salt Lake, Sacramento, Arcata!


Hi All!

You’re all invited to some talks, coming soon!

What we’ll talk about….

A Long Trail Rolling is an Historical Romantic Suspense novel, and the first in The Long Trail Quadrilogy. The book is a crossover between YA and Adult.cv_a_long_trail_rolling

I am an awarded, self-published author, equine veterinarian with an equine dental practice(UCD grad) and high school teacher. I have recently stepped down from being the President of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. A California native, I have lived in New Zealand since 1991.

2016-reride (1)The purpose of my trip to the USA is to ride a portion of the Pony Express Re-Ride on June 19th, over the Utah part of the trail included in my story. 

There will be:

·      Readings from the novel

·      Talk about the Pony Express (as will have left from Old Sacramento on its way east the previous week!)  I’ve got a PowerPoint presentation with plenty of pics from the Utah portion of the trail and will hopefully have some great Go Pro footage from my riding of the Re-Ride on the 19th of June!

·      Discussion of writing, or researching and writing historical novels

·      Talk about NaNoWriMo with budding writers of any age. I led a group of thirteen year olds through NaNo last year in New Zealan

 We’re open to suggestions! 

Would love to see you all there!

xxx

2016 USA Book Tour: West

 

Salt Lake City, Utah:Travellers rest station

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m.

Venue: The Hatch Residence, 1614 S. 1700 E.,

Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

 

Sacramento, CA:oldsac_pony_express_statue

23 June TBA

Eureka, CA:P1030181

25 June late afternoon, location TBA

 

Will be updated as locations are confirmed.

Hope to see you all there!

xx

Lizzi

Finalist!!!


How very exciting!

Opened email today to find this!

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and the lovely note attached:

Dear Lizzi Tremayne

It‘s my pleasure to let you know that your novel, A Long Trail Rolling, has been selected by our reader judges as a finalist in the HOLT Medallion contest in the Romantic Suspense AND Best First Book categories. Congratulations!

 

On June 11th, Virginia Romance Writers will host an awards luncheon to announce the HOLT Medallion Winners and Award of Merit Finalists. Please see the attached invitation for more information.

Etc…..

 Woo HOOOOOOoooooooo…..

🙂

Thanks, everyone, who helped me get this far!

xxx

Lizzi

 

Come see us at the NZ Indie Book Festival next weekend!


It’s an exciting time for independent and self-publishing writers who want to exercise control of their ideas, their stories, and their books. This festival brings together New Zealand authors, writers, books and readers together in a way never before possible!  At the festival you’ll have the opportunity to talk with authors behind the stories. If you’re a writer, come and meet the literary businesses who can help you turn your manuscript into a print book, e-book or both.
I’ll be in one of three booths, either: 1) The Historical Writers booth, with Zana Bell, Sheryl Buchanan and Rae Roadley – Author; or 2) in the Romance Writers of New Zealand Inc. booth, or 3) in the New Zealand Society of Authors booth, and my book: A Long Trail Rolling will be in all three!

Come on by!
Click here for more information, plus below you’ll find three great vids!

Looking forward to seeing you there!

 

The promised vids:  Just click on them!

Talking about the Festival:

 

Why writers should go!

 

Why readers should go!

See you there!

 

With bells on!

Thanks for reading!

Kind regards,

Lizzi

Blogging Today at The Romance Studio!


Hi All,

I’m blogging today over at The Romance Studio!

Come on over to

The Romance Studio

hear a little about the Secession Menace in California in the 1860’s, A Long Trail Rolling and The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

See you there!

XXX

Lizzi

Sneak Preview! A blog post for the 21 August on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…


Just for a bit of fun, here’s one of the blog posts I’m posting on the 21st of this month on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…

Hello All! Welcome back!

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Here’s another excerpt… with Scotty, horses and sparks flying between Aleksandra and Xavier…

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Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘Okay now, Querida?’

‘As okay as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

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Hope you enjoyed the tale! Want to read more?

Come on by my website to see how you can get your hands on a copy, whether ebook, paperback or hardcover! It’s now also available in LARGE PRINT in paperback and hardcover with dust jacket from bookstores around the world! Just tell your favourite bookstore book buyer they can order it from Ingram!

OR…

you can win a free ebook copy if you’re the lucky winner of our giveaway!

To enter into the giveaway, just comment on the blog with what you liked about the excerpt or blog post and one lucky person will be in to win a copy of A Long Trail Rolling, my new Western Historical Romantic Adventure, or… a Horsey Historical Romantic Adventure, complete with plenty of suspense!

Next week, after the party, I’ll pick one winner from those who commented! 

Hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’ll be back tomorrow with some posts about The Long Trail Quadrilogy, still in progress!

Good luck in the competition!

About the Author:

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine veterinarian at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country before emigrating to New Zealand. When not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, riding, driving a carriage or playing on her farm, singing, or working as an equine veterinarian or science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

For more information, please visit:

my website

my Facebook fanpage,

 

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Hi All! Come on over to Cynthia Woolfe’s Blog, we’re over there today!


Hi everyone!

I was invited to an interview with Cynthia Wolf, Historical Romance author extraordinaire!

Click Here!

Here’s the header on her lovely page!

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Come on by and learn a little about where I got interested in writing, how the series began, and some things about me you might not have known!

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Leave a comment and I promise to reply!

Take good care,

Kindest regards,

Lizzi

Blogging NOW (yes, today, for the next 24 hours or so!) at TRS, in the UK


Hello All!
I’m blogging right NOW on over at TRS, in the UK, so they should be waking up to it, at this link…

 

The Romance Studio Blog– TRS

 

Come on over and take a look!

Please Share? Thanks so much!

FOR any of YOU from Polska!!!

Plenty of Polish bits, including my own recipe for Zurek and Zakwas!

🙂
XX
Lizzi

A Long Trail Rolling–Aleks and Xavier meet…and sparks fly…


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Hello All!

Here’s a bit of the story from when Aleksandra and Xavier have just met… and clashed, just a little… 🙂

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She saw the men exchange glances over her head.

‘Aleksandra, is that safe? You know about the unrest between the Pah-Utes and the settlers’ army, don’t you?’ Xavier brushed his hair back from his face with his hand, the light reflecting off the signet ring on his middle finger.

She scowled at the dark Californio. ‘My father is blood-brother to the ShoshoneChief,’ she tossed her head at him, ‘of course I’ll be welcome in their village.’

Xavier’s face shadowed and his lips tightened to a fine line. ‘It’s your funeral.’ He turned from her and moved to stand just outside the door, staring off into the distance.

‘Children, children,’ Scotty muttered under his breath and shook his head. ‘Aleks, I’m sorry to remind you of him, but who’s this “Vladdie”? We need to get word ’round so we kin bring ‘im to justice.’

She dragged her gaze back to Scotty from where she found it, perusing the handsome stranger’s broad shoulders and trim hips in snug leather leggings.

‘That’s the scary part, Scotty,’ she paused and looked back at Xavier. Despite her anger, she had to admit he was a fine figure of a man, with raven blue-black hair past the collar of his buckskin shirt and sparking brown eyes, nearly black when she fell into them as she awoke…

She shook her head and refocused, turning to Scotty.

‘Vladimir Chabardine. Cossack arms master, servant of the Tsar, armed and extremely dangerous. Papa’s nemesis.’ She looked down at the ground, pausing until her voice returned.

‘OKyy….’ Scotty ventured, eyebrows raised. ‘How will we know ‘im?’

‘Unfortunately, I don’t know what he looks like. He’s Russian or Ukrainian. Papa said he had blond hair, probably gray by now, and a strong accent. He’s ten years older than Papa. He’ll handle a horse and a shashka like a Cossack, but further than that, I know nothing,’ she said, dropping her eyes to the floor and looking away.

‘Sure that’s all y’know?’ Scotty raised his eyebrows at her.

Why do I get the feelin’ there’s somethin’ she ain’t tellin’ me?

‘Well, Rogan’s missing,’ the trader saw Aleksandra bite the side of her cheek, ‘so I imagine he’ll have taken him. He’s an unusual horse for these parts, wouldn’t you think?’ Aleksandra’s eyes seemed to hold a challenge and this time she didn’t look away.

Scotty tilted his head sideways and pursed his lips. ‘What else, girlie?’

Aleksandra squirmed and was silent for a moment before she burst into action and spun toward the door. ‘Well, gentlemen, thanks for the shut-eye, but it’ll be dark before I get home as it is, so I’d best get going,’ she said, then stopped short.

Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘OK now, Querida?’

‘As OK as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s OK. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

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Hope you enjoyed that tidbit, other excerpts here, or go to the Store page!

Take care!

Lizzi

NaNoWriMo TO START ON SATURDAY!


 

If you’ve ever met me in person…..  (grinning sheepishly…), I probably don’t have to tell you how exc2013-Winner-Vertical-Bannerited I am that NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org) starts this Saturday, 1 November.

NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, which happens every November.

I’ve started a Facebook page for those who wish to be in a NaNo group and support each other. Support… that means kick in the bum when it’s needed, mostly… It’s a secret group, and by invitation. If you wish to join and don’t know me personally, send me a message via this webpage, with your username from NaNo and an email or your FB page link and I’ll join you up!

The more the merrier!

 

From last year:  My winning entry was called A Sea of Green Unfolding, an historical adventure fiction with romantic elements.

From their page, …..

Your Average Per Day  1,686

Target Word Count  50,000

Target Average Words Per Day  1,667

Total Words Written       50,592    WINNER!2013-Winner-Facebook-Profile

 

 

Synopsis… you can see last November’s posts for that, if you’re interested…  but better….

 

Better, because I’ve found TWELVE students where I teach at Waihi College, in New Zealand, who want to do it as well! There is a site for young people who want to do NaNo, where they set their own goals. Find it at ywp.nanowrimo.org !

I am so proud of these students for putting their hands up.

It’s not a popular thing to do, but they have the guts to put it all on the line.  I’ve started a “virtual classroom” for them and have joined it as a writer as well, so I’m on both NaNo and NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program sites, as LizziTremayne, if you wish to follow our progress!

The local newspaper, Waihi Leader, is coming on Thursday to interview them at school! YEAH!

If any of you out there want to get involved, go for it!

For myself, this November, I’m going to write the first part of the second novel in the series.

Due to my rearrangement of the novels (including inserting one in between the first and the previous second… now the third), the second half of the second novel is done, as is the first half of the third… Soooooo..

Looking to self publish the first one before Christmas and the other two at two month intervals….

and…. have done the research for the fourth! Guess I’ll be busy…

Hope you are all having a fantastic week.

Take good care and thanks for visiting!

Regards,

L

A Long Trail Rolling


A big Thank You to Annie Featherstone, aka Sophia James, for mentoring me, my award for winning the Pacific Hearts Award.

Thanks to Annie, A Long Trail Rolling is on its final edits, and the balance of The Hills of Gold Unchanging should be completed by end of November during NaNoWriMo! A Sea of Green Unfolding is mostly written and should follow soon!

I hope to have Long Trail available for Christmas!

Thanks to all of you who have written, wondering, once again, when the books will be out!

Back to work. No rest for the wicked! In addition to teaching high school science and equine veterinary dentistry practice, I’ve managed to put my hand up for acting as co-convenor of the Coast to Coast Chapter of the Romance Writers of New Zealand, and also Secretary for the whole RWNZ… Funny, when neither I nor many of the members actually write “romance”!  It’s the most awesome group of enthusiastic, encouraging and empowering writers I’ve yet found in New Zealand…

And, NaNoWriMo starts 1 November… 50 K words in the month of November. If you haven’t been on their page, take a look!  nanowrimo.org

I’d better get back to it!

 

Regards from NZ,

 

Lizzi

 

What Draws us to History?


Here’s a post I wrote for Bethanne Strasser’s Through the Heart Shaped Glasses blog earlier this month. I thought some of you might appreciate it!

What draws us to history?

  • Is it the romance of a different time from our own?

  • Is it what history can show us about ourselves?

  • How we’re different from or similar to others in the past?

  • Does it show us links to the people we were, and how we will be in the future?

  • Does it show us where we’ve diverged when people have made new beginnings?

  • Do we hope it will give us hints about where to seek in the eternal quest for who we are and where we fit in to this world?

Lizzi_archerFor me, this last reason is why I write in the historical genre. When I began writing, I never thought about all this. I only knew I was drawn to stories of the past. The Dark Ages, the Elizabethan Period, and the Old West equally held me enraptured since even before I began to read myself, for the simple first reason above.

I began researching and writing historical novels only a few years ago. It soon became clear that I was looking for answers to questions in my own history and present. What I discovered has helped me become more comfortable with the person I am.

As I study, I repeatedly ask myself how I can make the information I unearth palatable to someone who might never pick up a book of historical fact, search out an old battle record or travel to a remote graveyard to read the inscription on an old tombstone. Can I offer readers some inkling of what happened in their own town or country to give it the unique flavour it carries today?  Some idea of why a certain town emerged just when it did? Most importantly, to shed light upon the reasons a particular society developed the way it has? Perhaps it will provide a piece of the puzzle, which will allow a whole population to try to open the doors previously closed upon the past, allowing healing of the hidden wounds that prevent peaceful cohabitation.

Several towns in the West define themselves as being part of the Pony Express Trail. The stories of Laura Ingalls Wilder played a large part in my understanding of the westward-moving American pioneer, and the peoples and lands they encountered, and how the settlers dealt with adversity. In my first novel, Express Desired, soon to be published, I use Aleksandra, the daughter of a Polish immigrant trapper family, to show snapshots of 1860 life in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains. She must survive when she is left alone in the world, and becomes a “boy” rider for the famed Pony Express.

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Although the ‘Pony’ as it was called, only lasted for a mere eighteen months, it still captures the imaginations of thousands, if not millions, of people, even one hundred and fifty years after its inception.

I show some interactions with American Indians in the novel,  both positive aspects and negative.

In my second novel, A Sea of Green Unfolding, more than halfway completed, I show aspects of 1860′s history of both the San Francisco Bay Area, (or the part from Redwood City, via La Honda, and through to San Gregorio)  and 1863 New Zealand. Discover why  Redwood City grew so quickly? Learn why it was called Redwood City. In the same book, I offer the reader aspects of New Zealand history which are certainly not taught in primary, and only rarely in secondary schools here. They are shadowy aspects of our history which portions of our society wish had never happened, and would rather forget. Although almost apologetic, many of those who know are content to bury it beneath the carpet, so most people are unaware of the whole story and resolution cannot be attained. This untold history has shaped us as the people we have become. The conflicts began long ago between the Maori (and before that, the earlier Moriori) people who had already settled New Zealand before Captain Cook came in the 1700′s and the white settlers from England, Europe and Asia.  There was wrongdoing on both sides, but much has remained hidden from the general view.

Overall, I hope to effectively use history to paint a picture, so that readers can better understand some of their own past, answer some of their questions about themselves and become more comfortable with their own place in the world.

lizzi_writerBio:

I’ve just completed my first novel, and am halfway through the second.

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About my first novel, Express Desired, an historical Fictional Suspense with Romantic Elements: Seventeen year old Aleksandra Lekarski, alone and running to prevent her pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar, conceals herself as a boy Pony Express rider in 1860′s Utah Territory. Her “Californio” boss Xavier Arguello has a spirit to match her own—along with a mutually undeniable attraction—and together they overcome the evil that threatens them.

A Sea of Green Unfolding is the sequel to Express Desired, about a young couple’s journey to adventure from the California of 1862 to the turbulent wilderness of New Zealand. Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly found paradise on their California Rancho and Von Tempsky’s invitation draws them to a new life in New Zealand—where the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori have only just begun.

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I am rewriting my life. I’m the mother of two teenaged boys, a part time hobby farmer, a medieval re-enactor, rapier fighter and archer, a kayaker, a carriage competition driver, a gardener, a singer, a cook and an equine veterinarian with post-doc veterinary certification in equine dentistry. Following a back injury,I work part time at equine veterinary dentistry and part time at high school teaching of Science/Bio/Chem. Mostly, though, I’m writing! I look forward to your visits to my blog and to hearing your thoughts on the above.


Writing Blog: http://lizzitremayne.com
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A Sea of Green


A new signature, thanks to my son Elliot and his awesome skills with Photoshop!

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For NaNoWriMo!

The new short synopsis…

This sequel to Express Desired is about a young couple’s journey to adventure in the turbulent wilderness of 1861 New Zealand.

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly found paradise on their California Rancho and Von Tempsky’s invitation draws them to a new life in New Zealand—where the land wars between the European settlers and the local Maori have only just begun.

Plotting today, tomorrow and getting ready for  01 November 2013 USA date to start!

Express Desire Chapters and Synopses have been SENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I sent my submissions off to an agent (Jessica Faust of Bookends, NJ) who heard the first three pages in a Cold Read session at conference two years ago (when there was a total of three pages written…) and said she wanted to see it when it was done…  now!  Also sent to three editors to who requested it at the Wellington conference last month (Harlequin Australia, Harlequin Canada and Entangled USA)…. One more agent, who wants the whole MS, soon.

Thanks for your patience, all of you… you know who you are!

Time to relax for a few hours (sleep, maybe???) before getting stuck into the next book!

Night!

Manuscript is DONE! A little teaser from the story, especially for you horsey-types!


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Hello all,

I am very pleased to announce that the manuscript for Express Desired is done!

Hmmm… Let’s just say it it nice to see that I’m making progress in my writing skills… and finally implementing my new skills…. especially incorporating ‘showing’ vs ‘telling’, (and my critique partner will be so PLEASED) .

It’s good to see the improvement since I began writing, but it is a two-edged sword… it sure makes for a lot of editing and rewriting in the first half of the story.

Planning to send the first three chapters and synopsis to the editors and agents who requested it THIS WEEK!

Thanks for your comments, all.

Hugs,

Lizzi

P.S.  I’ve included in this post a little teaser for the story…  Hope you enjoy it!

Vladimir is the baddie in the story…  you horsy-people might appreciate this one!

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The colt didn’t seem to know the way home to the Krzysztof’s cabin this time, so Vladimir’s return trip to the cabin, en route to the trading post, took much longer than  expected. Probably more likely, the bay colt didn’t particularly care about getting home, in light of the fact that since they turned around and headed back west towards the cabin, Vladimir’s mare had come fully on heat. He’d wondered if she was starting up over the previous few days, but there was no longer any doubt, the Russian’s mouth drew tight across gritted teeth.

He now understood why he’d been able to purchase this stunning, sound mare so cheaply at the end of last summer. Doubtless, the chestnut’s previous owner knew what she was like for the half of the year her reproductive cycle was active. Their little jaunt had become a trial. The young stallion was beside himself, travelling next to this winking, squealing and squirting hussy. It was much safer to ride the colt, as green and horny as he was, and be on top, rather than underneath him as he tried to breed the mare.

Vladimir found the shortcut to the cabin… just after he rode the bay past the half-hidden trailhead. Catching the Russian unawares, the colt looked back toward the track, then jerked the reins from Vladimir’s hand, spun on a dime and nearly dropped him as he dived into the trees, headed for home. The mare meanwhile threw up her head and reared, ripping her lead rope from his grip as the colt bolted.

‘You obviously knew that part of the way home,’ Vladimir growled and swore roundly at the beast in Russian, got him under control again and thanked whoever would listen that both horses had not left him stranded. It would be a long walk to anywhere and he didn’t particularly wish to be found at the cabin with all the graves and none of the former occupants.

He needn’t have worried he’d lose the mare. She couldn’t get close enough to the horse as they made their way down the narrow trail. She twice smashed his knee between her and the plunging colt, but Vladimir eventually managed to grab her trailing lead. A quick look around Krzysztof’s yard gave no evidence of habitation, so he refilled two bags with hay, slung them over the mare’s saddle horn and headed off down the larger track to find the trading post.

The Pony Express Mochila is Headed for Ft. Laramie!


June 20, 3:54pm PDT (today in the States, for those of you in NZ!)

“The mail just left Lingle,WY at 4:45 pm, mountain time, headed towards Ft Laramie.”

Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah
Patrick Hearty & Joseph Hatch
The Pony Express Stations in Utah

Well done to all of you out there riding!  You might get a bit tired, but it’s not quite as dangerous as it was ‘back in the day’.

There were quite a few deaths (few riders, fortunately) amongst the Pony Express riders, but it was not for want to trying!

Hold on to that mochila!

 

Here’s an excerpt from my novel… Only Patrick Hearty and I have seen it so far, so hope some of you like it! They’ll be going through Lookout Pass soon!!!

Lookout Pass - Pony Express TrailThanks to Roger Douglass  (http://www.panoramio.com/photo/2329088)

A little taste of “Express Desire“:

Lookout Pass,” Aleksandra reminded herself as she passed the summit, looking north to see the distant white tops of the Onaqui Mountains and thought again of her papa and the fossil he’d fossicked for her from one of its rocky ledges. Beginning her mile-long descent at a trot on the handy little horse, she was absentmindedly fingering the fossil inside the medicine bag hung about her neck when she felt the first arrow whizz past her head from her right.

She felt her heart stop.

Aleksandra dropped to the left side of the Palouse’s neck into a Cossack hang, lying flat against his side.

She threw the reins at him and shouted to him.’Yah! Yah! Let’s go, Scout!’

He needed little urging to run full tilt down the steep and treacherously rocky trail as the yells of Indian warriors filled the narrow valley. The arrows came hard and fast from the southwest, like a mad bunch of hornets.

Smart, she thought, with a hint of a wry grin. The Indians had placed themselves between the trail and the setting sun, so Aleksandra could see little of her attackers in the glimpses she stole from beneath Scout’s neck of the world whizzing past. With the ground only three feet from her head, the scent of sage filled Aleksandra’s nostrils as the horse crashed through a clump of brush.

Briefly considering climbing back into the saddle to pull a gun from her saddlebag, she knew it would be akin to suicide; though she knew her full weight hanging off to one side had to put the stallion off his best, she trusted far more in the pony’s speed and ability. She just tried to stay out of his way and not hinder him needlessly, keeping as still as she could, tucked down on the side of the skidding and leaping beast. Praying the cinch would hold, she sent fervent thanks in the direction of the company selectors for choosing fast and handy local ponies. How I would love to have my bow and arrows, she thought, but it might just be better just to get Scout and I through alive to Doc Faust at Rush

The Palouse interrupted her musings as he threw up his head and reared, angrily trumpeting and shaking his head for a moment, nearly dropping Aleksandra, then resumed his headlong rush down the hill. When he carried on, she heard whistling sounds with every breath and turned her head forward to see where the noise was coming from.Then she saw the arrow.She felt herself break into a cold sweat…

The storyline…

Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar.  Disguised to most as a boy rider in 1860′s Utah Territory for the Pony Express, she finds in her “Californio” boss a strength to match her own and together they create a team that can overcome the odds.

I hope you liked the excerpt of “Express Desire,” soon to be completed!

 

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Regards,

from

Lizzi Tremayne

The Pony Express Re-Ride Continues!


Yesterday’s post detailed the Pony Express 20th Anniversary Re-Ride. I have posted some handy links for you to follow the ride’s progress!

Thanks to Pony Express History –18253400.nhd.weebly.com

The  Re-Ride continues!

The “mochila,” (the leather pad with the mail pockets, below), which is transferred between riders on the  Pony Express) has made it from Elwood, Kansas to 140th and 75 hwy. one mile north of Sac & Fox casino, this afternoon.

Credit to Ryan Long, Deseret News, http://bit.ly/18XS9dh

For your information, here’s the map of the whole route!

http://dinosaurcowboys.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/pony-express-map.jpgThanks, Union Pacific and http://bit.ly/11K21Oh

To follow the mochila on its way West, see the XPHome Site:

http://bit.ly/TiWr4k

Thanks to Tom Crews!

Photos from the Start at Patee House (below)  and Chasing the Pony Express are on Susan Mires’ Facebook page (Thanks, Susan!):

 http://on.fb.me/19OPPF5

https://i2.wp.com/www.legendsofamerica.com/photos-missouri/StJoePateeHotel-600.jpg Thanks to Kathy Weiser, owner/editor, Legends of America, http://www.legendsofamerica.com

 A GREAT Website for the Nostalgic & Historic Minded!

Newscast about the upcoming ride:

http://bit.ly/11XPhHZ

For those of you who asked for more information on my upcoming novel,

Express Desire,  it is in an earlier blog post:

http://lizzitremayne.com/2013/03/05/my-historical-history-or-why-i-think-i-have-to-write-this-novel/

Enjoy!

Regards from Lizzi Tremayne

Por qué Xavier tenía que ser español, or Why Xavier had to be Spanish….


Español….   …  ranks behind only China in total number of language speakers, and far ahead of English speakers.. One good reason to include it in my nearly-completed novel…

Another one… it is the language of love…

Xavier, born of his Spanish Californio family is, despite his challenges, able to speak this language of love… In what other languages are the words for “I want you” the same as for “I love you”?

Enrique Iglesia… The best music to Latin dance to and to feel…  for me…

So, you see,….  Xavier needed to be Spanish…

Oh, you ask… (deafening silence…) why include Polish characters and language in the same novel?  Hmmm… they aren’t even on the language-frequency chart…   People who can survive what they have been subjected to for the past several centuries and come out with their incredible optimism and zest for life deserve to be heard… and remembered. And no, my Polish is extremely poor, but I know where to find help!!!!

Gracias por leer… Thank you for reading…

Hasta luego, que le vaya bien….

Lizzi Tremayne

Utah and California, Here We Come!


Looking forward to our trip to the States in July!

We will be visiting many sites from the novel Express Desire, soon to be completed!

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First, the Rancho de las Pulgas, which was the old 1795 Spanish land grant which belonged to the family of my novel hero Xavier Arguello, which today comprises most of the cities of Menlo Park, Atherton, Redwood City, San Carlos, Belmont and San Mateo (that part of the city which lies south of San Mateo Creek).

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857      1853 Pulgas

Map of the Rancho de las Pulgas ca. 1857

Rancho de las Pulgas,  the Old Spanish land grant of my hero Xavier’s family in California

I was born in Redwood City, close to the home the Arguellos lived in, at the corner of Cedar and Magnolia streets in the city of San Carlos. We will see the marker on this site as well!

Later, I grew up in the redwoods in nearby La Honda. We will visit there, too.  I’ve written about it in a previous post, Stagecoaches, the Peek a Boo Inn, etc! La Honda 3 La Honda 2 La Honda

We will then journey to Sacramento, where the current Old Sacramento served as the western terminus of the Pony Express. The Pony Express statue shown here is located at the corner of J and second streets and is kitty-corner to the Museum (which I don’t think I’ll be able to stay out of, either…  My poor son…)

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From here, the mail went aboard riverboat to San Francisco, except for the few times when the steamer was missed, then the riders had to ride all the way to San Francisco!  Here is a monument to one of the steamers who carried the mail!

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Thence East, following part of the trail!

We will wind up in Utah, where we will be hosted by the infamous Heartys, supporters of the Pony Express movement in Utah, (Patrick Hearty is the Past President of the Utah Pony Express Assn and Co-Author of The Pony Express Stations in Utah, a man to whom I am indebted for his assistance with my book, along with his lovely, long-suffering wife from whom I’ve stolen much time for Patrick to answer my multitude of questions!). We will go over the Utah portion of the trail, backtracking to Nevada,

Simpson's Springs Station Simpson’s Springs Station marker…

 

And this rather desolate looking Pony Express Trail Marker below shows the site of Rush Valley Station, where Aleksandra, my heroine, found shelter after she was first attacked by Indian arrows…

mmm.. don’t think it’ll look much like this in July! The Oquirrh Mountains & Lewiston Peak are shown in background. Great pics, thanks, Acidman 1968, wherever you are! Tried to contact you! Contact me please? Thanks!

from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731  Credit to Acidman 1968!
from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/17004731 Credit to Acidman 1968!


Then Patrick is taking us along the trail on horseback through Hickman Canyon!

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Hickman Canyon

After we leave the Heartys,  we’ll return to CA the long way, through City of Rocks, where the baddie Vladimir finds himself in the story

after a ‘shortcut’…

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By then we’ll have run out of time!

We will be hustling back to the Bay Area to fly out a few days later!

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

My Historical History, or WHY I think I have to write this novel!


Several of you have asked me why I am writing a novel…  Well, for those of you who don’t know me very well, let me introduce some of my history about history………..

I love the Old West.

Bit of a long history, suffice it to say I grew up on Highway 84 in La Honda, CA…
…where the Younger Brothers used to hang out after big heists…
…where the Stage ran through…
…and the Peek-a Boo Inn (yes, it is what it sounds like…), the eleven bars and three churches and one store were the standard, back in the day…

Then I went away to university, finished vet school…(had to be a hoss-doc, didn’t I?)…
…and lived in Placerville, CA on the Pony Express Trail…

So, I guess I was rather steeped in the Old West…

Well, things led to things and I made my way to New Zealand, where I’ve lived for the past 22 years…
…and have nearly finished my first novel…
…an 1860 fictional historical suspense with romantic elements…

… The Story…
…Aleksandra, trained in the Cossack arts from infancy by her father, finds herself alone and running to prevent her Pa’s killer from obtaining a secret which could allow world domination by the Czar.  Disguised to most as a boy rider in 1860’s Utah Territory for the Pony Express, she finds in her “Californio” boss a strength to match her own and together they create a team that can overcome the odds.

I expect it to be completed by the end of March. I have an agent back East who is interested. I have been extremely true to the historical aspects, other than altering dates of a few incidents, and placing my heroine and hero into the scene, (not to mention having a FEMALE rider, which is not historically documented).  I have the support of a leader within the Pony Express movement, so am running with it.

I want to give the history and land of the 1860’s Old West to people, especially to those who might never otherwise pick up a historical work. It might just make history buffs of them!

It’s about preservation and roots and …  real heart and guts.

By the way, there’s a fantastic book on the Utah sites of the Pony Express Stations by Patrick Hearty and Joseph Hatch. It’s called The Pony Express Stations in Utah, and if anyone’s interested, let me know and I’ll get you Patrick’s contact!  Patrick’s been unstinting in his assistance to me during the writing of my novel, as have so many other people!

We are heading for the states and the Pony Express Trail in July.  It would be fantastic to be able to do book signings on the trail.  Can it be published by then?  I’m putting it out there!  Going for it!

Good writing, all!

Regards and have a great day!

Lizzi