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Hey! My friend from Down Under, Cheyenne Blue, is here to talk about the dogs that are featured in her books, especially Fenced-In Felix, her latest release.
She’s also giving away an ebook copy. To enter the drawing, drop a comment into the box below. I’ll draw the winner on Friday, December 2.
The dogs are real
It’s not a good idea to insert real people into your stories. Tempting as it can be to slot in your arch enemy as the evil mobster who gets his just desserts, or your secret crush as the love interest, it’s a real no-no. There’s plenty of friendships gone awry, families split apart and even law suits over such usage.
I don’t do that. Nope, not at all. Oh sure, I might borrow a gesture, a love of peanut butter and tomato toasted sandwiches (seriously, try it), or any number of small observations, but I don’t insert anyone I know into my stories. I don’t even use their names for major characters.
In my years of house and petsitting, I’ve been lucky enough to look after many animals. Apart from reminding me that an awful lot of the time I do prefer animals to people, these pets have been fodder for animal characters. And often, I pick them up exactly as they are, give them a mental cuddle, and write them into a story.
A short story from years ago, The Furry Matchmaker featured a terrier called Athos. Until recently, he lived in Sligo, Ireland. Another short story, Running Together, featured a black German shepherd, which was my cousin’s dog given a new name.
My novel from last month, Not-So-Straight Sue, gave a lot of page time to Ripper the Jack Russell terrier. Ripper is very definitely real, and holds a special place in my heart as we cared from him and his Mini-Foxie mate, Lucy, for several weeks while their owners travelled in Asia. That’s him in the picture. Discerning dog lovers will notice that he’s a Tenterfield terrier, not a Jack Russell, but other than that, the story Ripper has all the cheeky character of my little mate, Rip. You can meet the real Ripper if you want, although you’ll have to book into Simba Sunrise B&B on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland to do so.
I have a new novel out this month too. Fenced-In Felix is the third in my “Girl Meets Girl” series, and like Sue, it’s set in outback Queensland. There’s also a dog. Of course there is. Ripper makes a reappearance, but there’s also Tess, a Golden Retriever. Felix meets her when Tess turns up sleeping rough in the outback town. Tess has had a hard life; she was dumped by a puppy farm when she’d bred her litters, and she’s wary and nervous. But her loving disposition makes Felix fall for her, and Tess finds her forever home.
There’s a real Tess too, and she lives in Colorado in her forever home. She was dumped behind Mile High Stadium in Denver, where she eked out an existence for many weeks digging wallows in corners so that nothing could sneak up on her from behind. Finally, our friends coaxed her out and gave her a home.
Fenced-In Felix is not just about dogs though. It’s an Aussie romance set in outback Queensland, and as well dogs, there are kangaroos, snakes, goannas, and horses. A lot of horses. It’s a story of friendship, trust, rural living, horse riding, hard work, moving on versus staying put, racehorses, mauve pants, campfires, billy tea and damper and, at the heart, whether love and trust go hand in hand.
Felix is the third book in the “Girl Meets Girl” series—standalone novels with interconnecting characters. You don’t need to have read the other two in the series to enjoy this. I hope you’ll give it a red hot go.
Felix Jameson is working hard to get her outback hospitality business off the ground. Building cabins, leading trail rides and enticing tourists means she hasn’t much time for distractions—and that includes romance. But when she meets Josie, a drifter who picks up casual work as she goes, Felix is intrigued and attracted. Josie asks Felix to board her horse, Flame, and Felix is delighted. Not only can she use the extra money, but it means she will see a lot more of Josie. Felix finds Josie fits in well into her life, and for the solitary Felix there’s finally the possibility of romance. But there’s something suspicious about Flame, who bears an uncanny resemblance to a valuable stolen racehorse. Felix knows she is falling hard for Josie, but is Josie all she seems, or is she mixed up in shady dealings?
I had two horses to do to Josie’s one, so she finished first. She came over and rested her arms on the edge of Smoke’s stall.
“You’ve got plenty of space here. You could have half a dozen more horses.”
I bent to brush dust from Smoke’s foreleg. “Barn space, yes, but the land is poor. It barely supports the six I have now.”
“How many have you had in the past?”
“Nine was the maximum, back in the days when I took youngsters for breaking. But that was during the good years, when we had proper wet seasons.”
“Word is this year could see some good rains.”
“Let’s hope. Can never rely on it though. I’ve seen the land go for years without real rain, and I’ve seen it under a metre of flood water.”
I straightened. Josie leant on the door, fiddling with the thong on her hat.
“I want to ask you something,” she said. “Not sure what you’ll say.”
“Oh?” I tried to appear open. In truth, I had no idea what she wanted.
“I like it in Worrindi. The pub’s a good place to be. Nice people.” Her mouth crooked up at one corner. The motion was fascinating. “Believe me, that is not always the case.” Her fingers worried at the thong on the hat. “Anyway, I thought I’d stay around. A while. Maybe a lot longer, if it works out. I told you I have a horse?”
I nodded, my gaze on the restless movement of her fingers.
“I’d like to have her near. I was given her. Otherwise there’s no way I’d have bought a horse, not with my lifestyle. But she’s mine, and I’d like to have her somewhere close. Her name’s Flame.”
Flame. It conjured up a picture of a delicate, feisty horse, quick as lightning with movements of fire. But as tempting as the picture was, I knew I had to say no.
“She sounds like a beaut horse. But honestly, Josie, I don’t think I can have her here. I just don’t have the grazing. Most likely, I’m going to have to buy hay before long, and that’s very expensive.”
“I’ll pay for her agistment—I didn’t mean for you to keep her for nothing. I’ve thought about what I can afford.” She named a figure that was generous.
The money was tempting. With the extra, I could finish up the second cabin.
I shook my head. “That’s a good offer, but it’s more than you’d pay at other places. But I still don’t think I could do it if I have to buy hay.”
“If it comes to that, how about I purchase the hay for her?”
I ducked down to Smoke’s forelegs again to give myself time to think. The dollars marching through my head beat a compelling rhythm, but before I fell on Josie’s neck shrieking “yes!” I had to give this more thought.
“I’m a thirty-minute drive from Worrindi. It would cost you to drive out here, and you may not be able to come that often. I’m sure there is somewhere closer to town where you could keep her. If you want, I’ll ask—”
“No.” She leant forwards, and her face took on a strange intensity. “I want her to be here with you. If you’ll take her, that is. She’s special. I don’t want to trust her to just anyone. I can pay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not. I trust you.” And I did. I wasn’t just saying the words. For all her nomadic ways, Josie seemed like someone I could rely on. Maybe I’d wake up one morning with a horse that didn’t belong to me and no way of contacting the owner and no money coming in—I’d heard of that happening to others—but I didn’t think so.
“I can give you a month up front. I’ll transfer it to your bank if you agree.”
It was a lot of money for someone earning minimum wage less board in a pub. Maybe she had money put aside.
“If you take her, I’ll know she’ll be well looked after. Cared for. So many places just throw a horse in a paddock and forget about it until the next bill’s due.” Her head ducked, and she glanced at me from under her hat. “And it would give me an excuse to come out here. To see you.”
It wasn’t fair of her to play the flirtation card with someone who was obviously interested.
I stood up again, with Smoke between us, and rested my hands on her withers. “Look, I’ll think about it, okay? I can’t give you an answer now. I need to think about grazing, hay, and things like that.” And about you wanting to see me again. “Will Flame be okay in with the others? I don’t think it will work if she has to be by herself.”
“I’m sure she will be. Thanks, Felix, for at least thinking about it.”
“I’ll let you know.”
She nodded, and with a quick smile, she walked off.
I watched her go, watched the sway of her backside under those mauve pants, and tried not to think about the fact that she wanted to spend time with me.
Fenced-In Felix is available now from Ylva Publishing and from 30 November 2016 from other retailers including:
Cheyenne Blue’s fiction has been included in over ninety erotic anthologies since 2000. She is the editor of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire, a 2015 finalist for both the Lambda Literary Award and Golden Crown Literary Award, and of First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginnings.
Her collected lesbian short fiction is published as Blue Woman Stories, volumes 1-3, with more to come. The romantic Girl Meets Girl series, Never-Tied Nora, Not-So-Straight Sue and Fenced-In Felix are out now from Ylva Publishing.
Cheyenne has lived in the U.K., Ireland, the United States, and Switzerland, but now writes, runs, makes bread and cheese, and drinks wine in rural Queensland, Australia. Check out her blog at www.cheyenneblue.com and follow her on Twitter at @IamCheyenneBlue and on Goodreads at https://www.goodreads.com/CheyenneBlue