Virtual Book Tour Rescued by a Stranger by Lizabeth Selvig *GIVEAWAY*

 Rescued By a Stranger

By: Lizbeth Selvig

Avon Romance

Releasing Oct 1^st, 2013

She’s a woman full of dreams
When a stranger arrives in town on a vintage motorcycle, Jill Carpenter has no idea her life is about to change forever. She never expected her own personal knight in shining armor would be an incredibly charming and handsome southern man-but one with a deep secret.

He’s a man hoping to outrun a tragedy
When Chase Preston jumped on his motorcycle to escape his wounded life, he didn’t expect the perfect woman to fall into his arms... literally! But though he can’t deny his feelings for the sweet and beautiful Jill, he doesn’t see any way he and his mistake-filled past will fit into her bright future.

Falling in love may require more than either can give
The longer Chase stays in Kennison Falls, the more deeply Jill and the people of her home town pull him in. The more Jill discovers heroic qualities in Chase, the more she wants to find a home in his arms-if only he would trust her with the truth. But will truth tear them apart when Jill’s dreams start coming true and Chase’s past finally returns to haunt him? Or, can they get beyond dreams to find the love that will rescue their two hearts?

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Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her cradle-robbing husband and a border collie that inspired the character Dug (”Squirrel!”) in the Disney movie Up. After working as a journalist and editor and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, Liz entered and won RWA’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010 with her contemporary romance The Rancher and the Rock Star. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her nearly twenty four-legged grandchildren.

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“You must be awful tired,” Chase said. “You haven’t stopped moving all day. Want something to drink? There’s a water pitcher in the refrigerator, or I saw hot cocoa mix and some tea.”

“Are you going to have something?”

“I’m not a tea man, but I’ll heat some water for the cocoa if you like.”

“Perfect.”

He eased from the couch, and Jill closed her eyes. Angel shifted and Jill stroked her head rhythmically. Nothing hurt. Nothing pressed on her body or her mind. Chase didn’t ask her what she’d done today, what she was doing tomorrow or next week or next fall. He shuffled pots in the kitchen and it sounded safe and comfortable .

She opened her eyes to a dim room. Warmth from a thick quilt cocooned her. Gentle snoring from the end of the sofa filled the room, and she lifted her head to see Angel curled like a little husky at her feet. Chase was nowhere to be seen. Struggling to her seat, she winced slightly at the stiffness in her shoulder and squinted at a mug on the coffee table in the middle of the floor. That’s when she heard it again. The voice that had awoken her.

“No.” Chase spoke softly, urgently, a note of despair in his voice. “She can’t be gone. You’re the…Brody…have to save her.” His voice trailed off into unintelligible syllables.

Jill stood, curious but confused. Who was he talking to? Someone in his sleep? What time was it? She pressed the glow button on her watch and read 2:15 a.m.

“This isn’t our place anymore.” Chase mumbled again. “Didn’t want. My fault. Brody…failed.”

He was curled into a loose ball on his side, fully clothed, on top of the bed quilt. Nothing moved, he didn’t thrash like a victim of nightmares supposedly did, and the only indication he was dreaming was a slight tic around his closed eyes. A deep frown.

Carefully she touched his shoulder. “Chase?”

“Huh?” Like a trap snapping shut, his hand shot out and clamped around her wrist. She screeched. “What the —” he began, and bolted upright. “Jill? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, lord, I was about to ask you the same thing. You scared the crap out of me.” She looked down at her wrist and he followed her eyes. When he realized how tightly he held her, his fingers sprang open.

“Sorry! Sorry.” He released a huge sigh and raked his hand through his hair. “You can’t sneak up on a guy from the hood.”

“The hood?”

“Memphis. Where I lived, it wasn’t cool to startle someone.”

“I’m really sorry too. You were —mumbling in your sleep. I was making sure you’re okay.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Was I saying anything interesting?”

“You were trying to save someone.”

He went still. She stroked the side of his arm. “Is everything okay?”

Welcome Lizbeth Selvig, I am so excited to have you here at Just One More Romance. Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to sit down for an interview with us. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? 

Hi Shanean - and everyone at Just One More Romance. I’ve had the best time looking around your site and seeing all the amazing things you do for writers and readers. Thank you for that. I’m so happy to be here, thanks for inviting me! 

 

I am a born and bred Minnesota girl. We don’t all sound like the characters from “Fargo” although it’s not hard to hear a ‘ya sure, you betcha’ around here. I’m a wife to a wonderful beta hero guy, mom to a grown daughter and son, mother-in-law to my son’s beautiful wife, and grandma to over 20 different animal “grandchildren” including a wallaby, an alpaca, sugar gliders, a donkey, several horses and multiple cats and dogs. (Did I mention that my daughter is an equine vet and cannot pass up a needy animal adoptee?)

 

In my non-writing time I really enjoy quilting and horseback riding along with reading and a lot of hiking.

You have a new release out titled Rescued by a Stranger. Can you describe the book in 30 words or less? 

Jill Carpenter could be an Olympic equestrian-if she gives up vet school. The last thing she needs is handsome Chase Preston and his secret past to really complicate her life.

Where did you draw your inspiration for this story? 

This book is the third or fourth iteration of the very first full-length manuscript I wrote, and it’s morphed over the years since I was just playing with the idea of being a published writer. I originally wanted to be a veterinarian—it sounded so romantic to me. Unfortunately, I had no interest (or talent) in the math and science it would have taken to get me there, but the fascination with the career remained. I wanted to write a vet’s story, but I got to wondering what would happen if a person who, on the surface, would make a brilliant vet got into school, finished a year or two, and suddenly discovered that wasn’t where her passion lay. How would she convince the people who helped get her get so far that what she really wanted was to be a “lowly” horse-trainer and riding instructor? Would she disappoint people? Would she really re-think her entire career plan?

 

Over time I played with lots of goals and dreams for Jill, my heroine, and they finally became what they are in the final book. Jill is a much stronger person than she was when I first met her so many years ago. But it all started with a dream about vet school.

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? 
I remember being five or six and making up stories to tell myself in bed at night.  By the time I was 11 or 12 I was writing myself to sleep with stories about the movie star/rock star crushes I had. I supposed today it would be fan fiction. I tried getting my friends involved with round robin stories where we’d each write a part and pass the book on. I also created a newspaper with a friend for about a year.  By the time I was in high school and on the school newspaper staff, I knew I was headed for journalism. But secretly, I knew I’d chosen that simply because it was the only writing degree available back in those dinosaur times—and what I really wanted was to write romances!

What was the first romance novel you read that made an impression on you?

LaVyrle Spencer’s “Hummingbird.” I’d read lots of romances before that one, but they were the sweeping sagas we now call bodice rippers. They were fun, but LaVyrle was the first author whose stories seemed so real I could just slip inside and live them along with her. “Hummingbird,” by the way, although dated now, has the most tender, awkward, realistic first-time love scene I’ve ever read. It just wove its way into my heart and is still there.

What do you do while you write? Do you listen to music, watch TV, eat snacks, etc.? 
I like to write in silence. Gimme loud music for cleaning, sewing, dancing around the house, etc., but not for writing. Even having hubby home and watching TV far across the house is too distracting.  I have severe (make that very severe) Shiny Object Syndrome. I am distractible by anything from a stray thought to a siren

Tell us 3 surprising things about yourself.

1. I can write fairly quicky in backward cursive—I’ll write and you can pick it up and read it in a mirror.

2. I don’t like to cook. I can cook, but in my mind, chopping veggies is time I’ll never get back. Still, I don’t like this about myself; I’m jealous of people who find joy in cooking—my husband, for example.

3. I’m one of ... well I’m the only one I’ve ever met who thinks Donny Wahlberg is far sexier than Mark Wahlberg. Please don’t throw tomatoes.

What’s the last movie you watched and loved?

I think the last movie I watched and truly fell in love with was “The King’s Speech.”  Since then there’ve been a lot of great movies—but that one just resonated with me—can’t even say why. Maybe just Colin Firth. I also very recently re-watched “Love Actually.”  I could see that movie ,000 times and not get tired of all the amazing kinds of love it celebrates. Plus, you know, Colin Firth again.

What’s your idea of a perfect date?

Any date that surprises me! “Hey, let’s go to a movie,” is a GREAT line when I’m not expecting it! My husband and I are prone to very spur-of-the-moment oddball outings, so a true surprise is hard to spring on either of us. But, really, a date doesn’t have to be fancy—just quiet time when we’re both in a good chatty mood and really talk—ahhh, the best!

If you could take a romantic trip, where would it be?

I would say almost anyplace foreign, because I love to travel. But I’m going to fudge a little and say we took our romantic trip of a lifetime last summer when we went hiking in northern England. We walked from the Irish Sea to the North Sea—192 miles—in sixteen days. It was the most wondrous, spiritual experience we’ve ever had.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I totally do. I met my husband when I was 15 and he was 19. I went home that night and wrote in my diary that I’d met the guy I was going to marry. Four years later I did—and we beat the odds. He’s still my best friend.

Top three things on your bucket list.

1. Take my husband to Australia

2. Go on an African Safari

3. Go back to England and hike.

Boxers or Briefs? 

Hmmm, briefs are sexier under a good pair of jeans, but for general appreciation purposes—definitely boxers.  

Alpha or Beta?  

I am a beta girl all the way. Give me a nice guy or a nerd with a little bit of a wounded soul, who’s stronger in character than brute strength—and I totally want to find his inner hero.  

Planner or Panster? 

I am so completely, utterly, frustratingly a pantser.

White wine or red? 

White—I love a good Riesling or a sweet Gewürztraminer. 

Coffee or tea? 

Tea if anything—fruity herbals.  Mind you, coffee is the lifeblood of my Scandinavian maternal line, but I missed the gene.

Vanilla or chocolate? 

I’ll make you guess, but here’s a clue: Best dessert ever? Belgian chocolate ice cream with hot fudge sauce and oreo cookie crumbs on top. Yeah, it’s bad.

Laptop or desktop? 

I’ve had laptops now for ten years, but I miss my desktop for its sturdy dependability and bigger screen. I need a laptop because I take it around to different writing venues. But my dream would be to have both—if I could get used to both sizes of keyboard.

Beach or mountains? 

Mountains. There are none in Minnesota, but I lived in Alaska for three years and felt like I’d found my home planet.

Winter or summer? 

It’s almost traitorous in Minnesota to say summer because of ice fishing, Nordic skiing and ice fishing. Did I mention ice fishing?  But I do love summer because I love the heat and it’s easier to ride my horse and run outdoors. And I don’t ice fish. So... summer.

Thank you so much for taking the time to let us interview you.

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