My name is Eli Todd and I’ve made plans to go west. I’m ready to marry my perfect, delicate, and obedient wife and bring her along. All I need to do is find her. When the marriage advertisement I placed in the newspaper leads me to meet Lacy, an ill-suited farm girl, I decide I’ll have better luck finding a wife in Oregon.
I’m Lacy and I’m a runaway, an orphan and a street urchin but I have plans! When I meet Eli Todd, a stuffy gentleman who turns his nose up at my offer of marriage, I decide to go west all on my own because who needs the likes of him? I certainly don’t. But when I find myself in need, he’s there. He’s willing to help me, but he has a few conditions.
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When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I remember the exact moment because I laughed it off. I thought, I’m not meant to be a writer, that isn’t me. But if I was, it would fit because I’m a loner who lives in the woods. Turns out, I’m meant to be a writer.
What is your writing process like?
It has changed over time. Before I wrote, I daydreamed. I came up with stories so intricate and intoxicating I would zone out for hours on end. I’ve spent days thinking of a single story. Frankly, they usually ended up with the characters having sexytime. Now, I start with a character I like. I send her on a journey of self-discover with a dose of real-world struggle. I add a touch of hot man, then I let the words flow. The story happens because the characters are real and do real things. I’m only there to make sure they don’t wander too far.
What is your favorite novel?
I’m an audiobook fan. I’ve listened to The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss about three times. The Martian by Any Weir a couple time. It’s another great audiobook. I love The Hatchet by Gary Paulsen and of course, every single Terry Pratchett audiobook. I mourn the day when I run out.
Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing?
I dive right in. I have a general idea where the plot is headed, but I don’t like to make assumptions about what a character might do. Usually, I find out what they’re reaction is once I’ve typed it and it’s not always what I think it will be.
Where do you find inspiration for writing?
I have a document full of ideas that come to me in the form of inspiration from other works or simple light bulbs going off in my head. When I want to start a new book, I browse to see if one clicks. Sometimes I mix and match. Sometimes none feel right and I just start writing.
If you could travel to any time, what time period would you like to explore?
I’m good, thanks. I’d rather not die of scarlet fever or get my head chopped off. Send me to the future, will you? I’d like to see that.
How much research do you typically do on a novel?
For We Do Not Suit I had to research the pioneers and what struggles they faced. A lot was happening during that time. In a single decade the landscape of the west changed as families were encouraged to travel. Things moved slower back then so you can imagine the hype that must have been felt. I try to be as historically accurate as I can and making my characters fit their time. When it comes to writing contemporary books, not as much research is involved.
“Your punishment isn’t over,” Eli said.
Worry blanketed her eyes. She was so sweet and cute. How had he thought she was plain before? Her eyes were so full of life and her cheeks were pink from crying. He rubbed his thumb over the color.
“Let’s go before we lose the wagon train.”
He had her stand, but he stayed sitting where he was. She needed to know he was in charge. He wasn’t sure the spanking had done the full job.
“Turn around, Lacy.”
She glanced at him with a cautiously innocent look, but she did as she was told. He lifted her skirts and tucked the hem into the neckline of her dress, stuffing it down to make sure it stayed. Her white drawers were clearly showing.
What was he doing? She shivered at being exposed like this, then she jumped when he worked down her drawers and made her step out of them. She wanted to ask but was too nervous to speak up.
He leaned over to hang the drawers on a peg, then studied her bottom. Her socks went up to her knees, but the rest of her skin was bare and on display.
“You’ll walk like this until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”
He put away the chair, then went to the steers. All the wagons were in front of them now. It wasn’t unusual for wagons to lag and the trail master would only check on them if they fell too far behind.
Lacy twisted her fingers in front of her and couldn’t keep her glance from landing on her drawers only an arms-reach away. She worriedly looked around, praying no one could see her like this. She had to walk when Eli started the wagon again. Her face was hot with embarrassment. They weren’t in a populated area, but she dreaded seeing a farm house over the next hill. Her legs and bottom were bare, but she didn’t dare tug her skirts from her collar. Nothing had ever been so humiliating as this.
Eli glanced back every so often to check on Lacy. She was dragging her feet and glancing around. He was confident no one would ever see her except him. He’d done his research before taking to the trail and they’d left behind most of the farming and homestead areas. There was a river coming up in a few days which had a settlement close by, but her bare bottom was safe from any stranger’s eyes right then.
An hour could have gone by or only ten minutes. She watched the ground pass slowly under her feet. Her bottom really ached, but her tears had dried up.
She lifted her head to stare mournfully at Eli. He beckoned her to him. She went, all the while feeling that her pride was severely weakened.
Eli looked at her pink bottom with its various bruises. “You won’t want to earn another spanking for some time.”
He saw her pout. He touched a bruise where her thigh met her bottom and she jumped but didn’t say anything. She looked thoroughly submissive. He handed over her drawers.
“Put them on,” he said.
She did, then caught up with him. He let down her skirts, then brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“You’re forgiven, Lacy,” he said.