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Showing posts with label Kate Wyland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kate Wyland. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2014

BOOK CLUB FRIDAY--GUEST AUTHOR AUTHOR KATE WYLAND

Kate Wyland is a life-long horse nut who started riding at three years old. A few years ago, she exchanged her tech writing “bug” hat for a fiction writing Stetson. Suspense, romance, horses and sometimes the paranormal are the themes she likes to explore in her books. Learn more about Kate and her books at her website and blog.

Daydreaming
When I was a kid, I spent a lot of my time daydreaming. I was a very late child with much older siblings, so effectively I was an “only” with two sets of parents. My folks moved to California when I was nine, and coming from a small Midwestern town, they weren’t terribly comfortable with the relaxed mores and behavior of our new home. They were also the age of my friends’ grandparents. Add the fact I was shy and introverted, and I ended up feeling like an outsider who didn’t quite fit in.

As a result, I retreated into my horses, my books and my daydreams. While I loved stories set in another time and place, my fantasies took place in the “real” world. I constructed elaborate pictures of where I would live and what I would do. Unlike most of my friends, my future did not revolve around getting married and having a family. I didn’t plan elaborate weddings or design my dream house or fantasize about whom I would marry and how many kids we would have.

I was going to DO something—many times something heroic. In contrast to how I actually saw myself, my dreamer self would be brave and active. She would live on a big ranch in the mountains, raise horses and fly planes. Somehow (there were lots of scenarios) she would save someone’s life or perform some other feat of derring-do. I never told anyone about these fantasies and never wrote them down, either. I didn’t dare reveal that part of myself.

Of course these daydreams never really came true. I did marry and have a family. I lived in suburbia and carpooled instead of flying a plane. BUT I have done some flying. AND eventually we did move to a small acreage that allowed horses. While I have dealt with some emergency situations, I’ve never saved anyone’s life or done anything requiring physical bravery. But I have learned to face my fears over the years and even took on my terror of high places by zip lining down a mountain in South Africa.

Now I write my fantasies instead of daydreaming about them. Forewarning is set on a horse ranch in the Oregon Cascades. Kasey, the heroine, saves a man’s life and ends up facing down bad guys. I never realized before how much she fits my long ago dream self. Wyoming Escape is set on a Wyoming dude ranch, loosely based on one I’ve visited. The heroine, Mikela, must face her fears in order to survive and take down the killer who is after her. Another familiar scenario.

How about you? What did you daydream about as a kid? Have any of your fantasies come true? What do you dream about now?

FOREWARNING
Healing is her life. Will it be her death?

Grieving and guilt-stricken after her husband’s suicide, Kasey Martin closes her energetic healing practice and retreats to her Oregon horse ranch. One night, she rescues a badly injured man, and against her better judgment, uses her neglected skills to save his life. This starts her on an unexpected journey of healing and danger.

Complicating her life is Jim Bradley, an old friend who has long been in love with her and wants her to return to her work. When criminals looking for her patient invade the serenity of her world, she must use her skills to save all three of their lives.

Monday, May 13, 2013

COOKING WITH CLORIS--GUEST AUTHOR KATE WYLAND


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Kate Wyland is a life-long horse nut who started riding at three years old. After a varied equestrian career, she now has three semi-retired horses and can’t imagine life without them. A few years ago, she exchanged her tech writing “bug” hat for a fiction writing Stetson. Suspense, romance, horses and sometimes the paranormal are the themes she likes to explore in her books. And she delights in sharing her love of animals and country living. Today she shares a recipe for paella. Learn more about Kate and her books at her website and blog.

A couple of years ago, my husband and I spent a delightful week at Eaton Ranch, a dude ranch outside Sheridan, Wyoming. The people, the scenery, the horses, the accommodations were wonderful. Neither of us wanted to leave. At the time, I was working on a romantic suspense novel set in Arizona, but when I came home I found I really wanted to stay in Wyoming longer. So I set aside that book and started a new story, set on a dude ranch.

One incident during our stay provided a spark for my tale. The ranch cook had to leave due to a family emergency and several people who didn’t normally work in the kitchen filled in. As a result, some of our meals were quite creative. But nobody cared because we were all having so much fun. I figured the need for a cook would be a good way for someone on the run to end up at a dude ranch. And thus Wyoming Escape was born.

Mikela Richards, a chef and a city girl, is hiding out on a Wyoming Dude Ranch, working as a cook. To her surprise, she finds she enjoys the experience—when she isn’t looking over her shoulder for the dirty cop who is after her. She encounters the nephew of the ranch owner, and the attraction is instant and totally wrong. The last thing she needs is to be distracted by a handsome Marine, who makes her want to hide in his arms.

Shawn Saunders recognizes the fear in Mikela’s eyes. He’s seen the same look many times during his tours in Afghanistan. He’s home to heal both physical and emotional wounds and knows he has no business getting involved with a woman with problems. But his protective instincts and his fascination with Mikela swamp his common sense, and he campaigns to penetrate her defenses.

Celia, Shawn’s mother, curious about the woman who has entranced him, invites Mikela to dinner.

Excerpt from Wyoming Escape:

“Want to supervise while I make dinner?” Celia asked. “Unless, of course, you’re tired of cooking and would rather talk about anything else.”

“Cooking is my life. I definitely want to see what you’re brewing up.”

“Paella. I decided to try something a little sophisticated. Something other than meat and potatoes.” She sent a wry glance Shawn’s way.

“Okay, okay,” he said, backing away with his palms up. “I know when I’m not wanted. I’ll be in the den watching the baseball game. Call me when, or if, you want me to join you.”

Celia led the way into a bright, west-facing kitchen. Blue and yellow plaid wallpaper peeked out from over the stove and between the white cabinets. Not modern or fancy, the room had a warm, homey feel.

“Have a seat.” Celia motioned toward the stools in front of the bar that set off the dining area. “Help yourself to some wine and olives. I'll start sautéing the veggies now. The chicken and chorizo are already browned.” She nodded at a large bowl on the counter.

Mikela watched the older woman's efficient movements with pleasure. She always enjoyed seeing a competent chef who liked what they did. When the onions were soft and starting to caramelize, Celia added tomatoes, letting them brown for a few minutes. Next came rice, which she stir-fried for a brief time to coat with oil. As she started to pour in chicken broth, Mikela spoke up.

“Did you know if you put the saffron in the liquid and let it soak for a minute or two, you'll spread the flavor and color better? Just a suggestion, in case you're interested.”

“Thank you. Great idea.” Matching actions to words, Celia crumbled a generous pinch of saffron threads into the broth. After a couple of minutes, she poured in the liquid and started the rice simmering. “Now I can sit and gab for a bit.”


Paella
(serves 2-4)

Ingredients:
2 chicken thighs
2 chicken legs
1 teaspoon dried oregano
2 tablespoons smoky paprika
Salt and freshly ground pepper
1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1 Spanish chorizo sausage, thickly sliced
3 garlic cloves, crushed
1 Spanish onion, chopped
Bunch flat-leaf parsley leaves, chopped, reserve some for garnish
1 (16-ounce) can whole tomatoes, drained and crushed
1 cup short grain Spanish rice, preferably Valencia or bomba
1 teaspoon saffron threads, crushed
3 cups chicken broth
4 jumbo shrimp
6 littleneck clams, scrubbed
1 cup sweet peas, frozen and thawed
Fresh flat-leaf parsley leaves, for garnish
Lemon wedges, for serving

Add the crushed saffron threads to the chicken broth and set aside.

Mix together the paprika, oregano and a little salt and pepper. Rub the spice mixture all over the pieces of chicken; marinate for 30-60 minutes.

Heat the olive oil in a paella pan or wide shallow skillet over medium-high heat. Brown the chicken on all sides. Add the chorizo and continue to cook until it is browned too. Remove the chicken and sausage to a platter lined with paper towels.

Return the pan to the stove and lower the heat to medium. Saute the garlic, onion, and parsley for 2-3 minutes until the onions soften and start to carmelize. Add the tomatoes and let them brown slightly. Fold in the rice, stir-frying to coat the grains. Pour in the chicken broth with saffron and simmer for 10 minutes, gently moving the pan around so the rice cooks evenly and absorbs the liquid. Do not cover or stir.

Add the shrimp, clams, the reserved chicken, and chorizo. Simmer, without stirring, until the rice is al dente, about 10 minutes. Scatter the peas on top and continue to cook for 5 minutes, until the paella looks fluffy and moist. Turn heat to high for 1-2 minutes to create the socarrat, a toasted rice bottom. Cover and allow to rest, off the heat for 5 minutes, and garnish with parsley and lemon wedges.