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Lover for Ransom
Debra Glass

Blurb –
Ransom Byrne has been ravaged by guilt since an illness rendered his little sister blind. The former Confederate cavalry officer has resolved to make amends by hiring a Yankee tutor who’ll hopefully restore order to his sister’s life. Once accomplished, he’ll be free to leave Byrne’s End.
From the moment she steps off the train in Tennessee, Cathleen Ryan makes a startling first impression. With her feminist ideas, the irrepressible Bostonian quickly outrages everyone—especially Ransom. He deems the bespectacled teacher too uptight and prim for his tastes. Appearances, however, are deceiving. She tenders decadent proposals that shock and intrigue him, and sultry nights spent submitting to his every illicit request offer them both love and redemption.
But when her steadfast convictions attract the attention of dangerous men, Cathleen risks losing her chance of becoming more than just a lover for Ransom.
Inside Scoop: This 19th-century tale contains mild violence, spanking, sloppy puppy kisses, more spanking, fiery suffragette speeches and an attitudinal horse named String Bean.
A Romantica® historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt –
She stepped out of the shadows and the sight of her stunned him. Her hair was loose and tumbling about her shoulders. Her cheeks were pink from the effort of her trek here. She wore nothing but her thin cotton nightgown and a matching dressing gown. Her shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths that made the points of her nipples visible beneath the fabric.
A smile tugged at one side of his mouth. Earlier, he’d chided himself for making such an inane arrangement. But now…
He stood. “My bedroom is in there.” He gestured toward the open door. “Go inside and remove your clothing. Everything. I want you naked.”
Fear flashed in her eyes, but quickly transformed into eager expectation before she turned and padded into his room.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Fool! What in the hell am I doing? This was going to end in disaster. He knew it as well as he knew his own name.
Steeling himself, he stepped into the room, only to stop short when he saw her naked as commanded—but bending over the side of the bed with her lovely backside turned up.

About Debra Glass

DEBRA GLASS is the author of over thirty-five books of historical and paranormal romance, non-fiction, young adult romance, and folklore. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Professional Authors’ Network as well as RWA’s Heart of Dixie and Southern Magic Chapters.
She lives in Alabama with her real life hero, a couple of smart-aleck ghosts, and a diabolical black cat.

Interview Questions:

What inspired your main characters?

Growing up in North Alabama, I’ve known the story of Helen Keller and her teacher, Anne Sullivan, all my life. At a young age, the plucky Anne came to Alabama from Boston, Massachusetts and devoted her life to teaching Helen. As a Civil War historian, I realize how difficult it must have been for Anne, an outspoken Northerner in the South, which is still holding a grudge against the Yankees. While Anne inspired my Lover for Ransom heroine, Cathleen Ryan, Anson Mount’s portrayal of the smartass, drop dead hottie, Cullen Bohannon on Hell on Wheels served as the muse for the book’s hero, Ransom Byrne. Tortured, sexy, and a heart of gold… Need I say more?

Do you write to music? If so what was the sound track to Lover for Ransom?

I almost always write to music. I have a playlist in iTunes named Soundtrack and I’ll pull songs from it that inspire scenes in my books, especially the love scenes. For Ransom, I listened to Dario Marianelli’s Jane Eyre score. Thomas Newman’s score to Fried Green Tomatoes evokes sultry Southern settings and heart wrenching emotion. Waterhorse by James Newton Howard is also a staple in my soundtrack playlist.

What are you currently reading? I read several books at once. Right now, I’m reading The Artist’s Inheritance by Julianne Revezzo, Under His Wings  by Naima Simone (which has become my all-time favorite shape shifter romance), and for research purposes, The Story the Soldiers Wouldn’t Tell – Sex in the Civil War by Thomas P. Lowery, and Southern Ladies and Gentlemen by Florence King which is a humorous look at Southerners.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

“Show’s over,” he announced as he carefully wheeled Asteroid around and started back to the pike. “Take the rig home,” he called to Charles as he turned back toward Thompson’s Station.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t finished.” She squirmed against him, inadvertently wriggling her bottom in maddening opposition to his crotch.

His cock responded in spite of his will—and fury.

“You’re quite finished.” Holding her in a vise grip around the waist, he dug in his heels.

She let out a yelp of surprise as Asteroid thundered down the pike.

Ransom didn’t stop at the big house. He bypassed the barn. He didn’t know why, but he rode all the way to the old house, then swung down from the saddle, hauled Cathleen into his arms and manhandled her into the house.

“Mr. Byrne!” she protested.

His entire body shook with rage. “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

“Educating those women.”

He didn’t relinquish the grip on her arm. “You don’t know these people. That sort of rash behavior might be acceptable in Boston, but not in Tennessee.”

She struggled but he jerked her against him, holding both her arms to prevent her from escaping. “Did you not consider my family’s reputation? Jenny’s? For God’s sake, Cathleen…”

“What I do on my own time is my concern. Unhand me.”

He stared. His heart thudded against his rib cage. His stomach twisted into knots. This woman held not only Jenny’s fate in her hands, but his own as well. He’d never be able to leave this place unless she did her job. He clenched his teeth so hard he feared they might crack.

“Those women need to be educated about how you men are debasing them.”

“‘You men’? ‘Debasing?’ Debasing?” That was it. “I’ll show you what debased means.” He was out of control but he couldn’t prevent himself from sitting on the settee and dragging her across his knee.

She thrashed and objected but he delivered three blows to her bottom, infuriated further by the soft thuds that landed on her voluminous skirts and petticoats. With one hand, he gathered both her wrists behind her back and with the other, he tugged up her skirts until he’d bared her thinly clad bottom, and then he smacked that soft flesh several times in hard succession.

The anger driven out of him, he released his hold. She scrambled away, stumbling backward and tearing off her spectacles. They fell from her hands and clattered to the floor. She stood, shoulders heaving with deep breaths, her black hair askew, her eyes wild.

God, she’s beautiful…

The thought came out of nowhere. Remorse warred with rage. Dark desire battled exasperation.

Her hands balled into tight fists. She gaped for several seemingly unending seconds and then rushed toward him.

He expected her to pummel him, to slap him. He certainly deserved it and he braced himself.

Instead, she cupped his face in her hands, tilted his chin up—and covered his mouth with her own.

Who designed the cover? My gorgeous cover was designed by Dar Albert, who was nominated by The Romance Studio for her artwork on my historical ménage, Scarlet Widow. The male cover model is the delectable Jimmy Thomas.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life? I know very little about horses and my hero is a horse breeder. I relied heavily on books and information from my friend, Laura, who breeds horses which helped breathe life into the hero’s mount, Asteroid, as well as my editor’s favorite secondary character, an old horse named String Bean. Most challenging to me however, was writing a blind character. Fellow Ellora’s Cave scribe, AJ Llewellyn, helped me a great deal with understanding the world of the blind.

Bonus Round:

Coffee/Tea? Neither. I occasionally drink iced tea, but don’t like any type of hot drink.

Cake/Cookies? Cake. Wedding cake and white birthday cake are my favorites.

Coke/Pepsi? Diet Coke all the way!

Heels/Flats? Why heels of course!

Bikini/One-piece? Bikini. I live on the river and love the feel of the sun on skin.

Vampires/Werewolves? Vampires. Two words: Damon Salvatore.

Alpha/Beta? I prefer a mix. I love a man who’ll bring me breakfast in bed but is still man enough to throw someone who bullies me across the street if need be.

Cats/Dogs? Cats! My companion is my big, black Hemingway cat, Severus.

Fly/Drive? Fly! I’m more about the destination than the journey.