Wednesday, December 17, 2014

My Guardian Angel

We're in the midst of the holiday season, a time for giving, of thinking of others, of giving thanks for what we have. And, for me, the holiday season is a time when I love to take some time for me and read a new book, or perhaps reread one of my old favorites.

I just want to remind all of you about my first Christmas story - My Guardian Angel. It's a sweet story about two people who have lost their spouses and are trying to find a way to move on during this holiday season.
My Guardian Angel has had some great reviews. Here's a couple of them:

This is a wonderful short story, which K. R. Bailey penned of loss, and learning to
live and love again. Can these two hearts find each other and fill the
void that their hearts need. Christmas is a lonely time when the one
you have loved and spent your life with is gone. Family and friends mean
well but it is not the same. This is a short but heart-warming story. I
really enjoyed it and know you will to. -- Debra, Between The Lines Review

MY GUARDIAN ANGEL is a book that steps outside of the mould of young nubile protagonists, that have all the energy and zest to make things happen. This is a read where both people have already lived a good life - a life they were happy with, satisfied in and while not perfect would not change any aspect of it.

Emma and Joe are perfect, living life at a slower pace and with enough experience of life to know and value what is important and what makes them happy.
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL is a truly impressive read from author K.R. Bailey, a must buy.

Here's a brief excerpt:

Emma felt suddenly shy like a high school girl on her first date.  She scampered towards the house, pausing as she opened the door to look and see if Joe was following her. He was so close she gasped when his tall lean body brushed up against hers.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and held the door open.

Emma drank in the masculine smell of him, looked up at his full mouth, then ran through the door. “Have a seat. Oh, let me take your coat.” She reached quickly and nearly pulled it from his shoulders. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” She pushed nervously at her hair, suddenly uncomfortable. He was a stranger in her house. She paced, eyes darting over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

“Are you uncomfortable with me here?” Joe asked quietly, his eyes never leaving her face.

“What?  No. I…would you prefer I make coffee?” Emma turned towards the sink.  She didn’t wait for his reply as she put water in a cup. Just having him in her home was making her jittery and uncomfortable.

“I’d love hot chocolate.”

“You would?”

“Yes, if it’s not an imposition.” This time he chuckled at her unease. “Can I help you with anything?”

“Oh, no. Just have a seat. Hope you don’t mind sitting in the kitchen.”

He pulled out a wooden kitchen chair with a red-checkered cushion and sat down. “Not at all.”  He noticed the chair cushions matched the bright curtains, thinking it was a very comfortable room. It fit Emma. He could picture her serving her family in this room. A pang of longing filled him.

“Here’s some cookies. Wish I could say I made them, but my neighbor brought ‘em by.” Emma sat them on the table. She stood staring at the man sitting in her kitchen, not sure why she felt so nervous.

“They’re great.” Joe smiled up at Emma. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“Ah, yeah.” Emma nodded and retrieved the cups of hot chocolate fresh from the microwave. She glanced uneasily around her kitchen, thinking everything looked a little dated. Perhaps she should consider some remodeling. It was something she and Henry had discussed many times but never seemed to find the time or money to do. She wondered what Joe thought about being in her old kitchen, then pushed the thought from her mind.  Did it really matter what he thought?
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Happy Reading!

          K. R. Bailey



Friday, November 21, 2014

Sale! Sale!

For a short time only (Nov 21 through Nov 28), my kindle ebook, A Tug At My Heart is on sale for 99 cents at It's a great time to get your copy and save some money.

In 1892 only a strong woman can survive alone after her husband’s death.  Catherine McHenry is determined to do just that, and amidst the torrential rain and storms, threats of wild animals, and hard work, she finds a way to deliver her baby and survive the long winter.  Determined to raise her child and keep the memory of her husband alive, she’s not prepared for the turbulent feelings she has whenever Zed Logan is around.

Zed Logan is the foreman of the Sundown Mine and Ore Company and hopes one day to be the boss.  Zed struggles to keep the LaPlata mine operating efficiently, keeping miners working, and producing the ore his boss is expecting. He’s also a man of honor who is betrothed to the boss’s daughter, but whenever he thinks about the beautiful grieving widow, something about her tugs at his heart.

Just when Zed feels like he’s on the path to gain everything he planned for, his life spirals out of control and he must face some difficult decisions. But that’s the easy part as life throws several obstacles his way and right into Catherine’s world.

She now holds his life and his fate in her hands.
Happy Reading!

K. R. Bailey

Monday, November 10, 2014

A Tug At My Heart

Just wanted to share with everyone that my recent story, A Tug At My Heart, will be available in paperback format on and Createspace estore.  To celebrate, I'm offering my kindle e-book for 99 cents beginning Nov 21 for one week only. It's the perfect time to get your own copy and perhaps buy one for a friend or relative for Christmas.

I'd like to share an excerpt with you:

Zed watched Catherine dance, he was mesmerized by her movements, the way her hips swayed and her feet skipped around. Maddy grinned and Catherine laughed. Pink tinged her cheeks and happiness lit up her face, and he knew he’d never forget this moment the rest of his life.

When the music stopped, Catherine held Maddy high in the air. “What do you think about that, little one?” She turned to Zed. “Thank you.” Then she leaned down and kissed his cheek.

He put his hand against his face where her lips had touched. He stood. They were so close, their bodies didn’t touch, but an electrical current surged between them. He took in the scent of her, lavender and sugar, and he knew forever those smells would bring Catherine to his mind. When Catherine leaned in, Zed met her, and their lips touched. Briefly. He heard a small sigh and pressed his mouth to hers once again relishing the softness of her lips. Their mouths molded together, and he pulled her closer. Maddy squealed as she was caught between them. He laughed and kissed the beautiful child and ran his hand through her strawberry blonde hair. He held them both and fought the desire to hold on and never let go.

Catherine pulled away.

Emptiness settled over him as she walked to her rocking chair. He wanted to rush to her and pull her to him, letting her body mold to his. He wanted to hold on and tell her he loved her, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched her sit down.

“Maddy needs to be fed.” Catherine said the words softly.

He looked at her and realized that Catherine would have to bare her breast to feed the baby. He turned away quickly not wanting her to be uncomfortable, but he longed to stay and watch the beautiful miracle, see her with her child, a sight he longed to see every day of his life. But he walked away. “I’ll just go check on Major.” He picked up his hat and hurried from the room.

He stood facing the mountain in front of the cabin, trying to calm himself. What had gotten into him? Desire, he’d felt before, but nothing compared to the want he had for Catherine. Lust, he knew, but this was much more than lust. If he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself be pulled into love for Catherine and Maddy. And he couldn’t. He wasn’t free to do that, and he couldn’t break Catherine’s heart or hurt Rachel. His word was his bond, and he’d given his word.
Happy Reading!
K. R. Bailey

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Dare To Dream

Now that Halloween is through and the spooky goblins are put away for another year, I'm feeling kind of speculative. Do you dream about wanting to accomplish something? Do you believe your dreams can come true?

For years, I dreamed of having a book published. I never really thought it might happen, but I hoped and dreamed and one day I decided to write a story.  A friend of mine encouraged me to go for it. I'm glad I did.

Am I rambling? Probably a little, but I wanted to encourage you to dream, to believe, then to work toward accomplishing that dream.

I found a thought I want to share -

The future belongs to those who BELIEVE
in the beauty of their DREAMS.

I don't know who said it, but I love it. We determine the future. Each and every one of us will add something to the world that will be part of the future.  Let's believe. Let's dream. Let's make our dreams come true.

K. R. Bailey

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Characters Make The Story or Movie or ...

As writers, we watch people. We look at them physically, but we also try to understand what makes them tick.

Why? Because they become the integral part of our stories.

Have you ever read a book without a hero, heroine, bad guys or good guys? No - at least not a fiction book where someone has written a story for entertainment.

Have you ever seen a movie without a hero, heroine, good guy or bad guy? No, again if its one for entertainment. I doubt you ever will.

Even children's books have them. They might be in the form of a hippo, a pig, horse or rabbit, but it's the characters who pull us in and make us keep reading a book or watching a movie.

So, what types of things do we as writers need to develop our characters? Everything!

We have to give them a name. Does it matter what name we give them? No, but hopefully we won't name an English lord Takamoto or a Japanese girl Mary. Do you see a name can give you the first hint about the character?

We have to give them a heritage. Where did they come from? Are they close to parents and family? Did they have a religious background? What job do they hold? Education they have, age, etc. All of these things make up who we are and in turn as a writer, we need to create the same for our characters.

Then we need to know what they look like. How old they are. Height, weight, hair color, eyes and the list goes on and on. Sounds like a lot of work right? Not really, but in order to make them real people that readers want to relate to, we have to make our characters seem real, and this is the way an author or writer does it.

Oh no, we're not finished yet. We need to make them unique. Give them character traits like being scared of spiders, loving to drink tea, etc. They need to have to have likes, dislikes, skills, etc.

I never realized what was involved just to write a story until I started writing one. You can see why so many authors feel like they lost a good friend when they write "The End" and have to move on to another story. We've spent so much time getting to know our characters that sometimes it's hard to say goodbye and move on. But moving on is what we do. We create new heroes and new heroines and give them new issues to deal with.

We're each individual. Think about it when you read your next story or watch that new movie. The characters you meet will be individual. No two will be exactly the same. That's why we like them.

Happy Reading!

K. R. Bailey

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

In 1892 ...

My story, A Tug At My Heart, takes place in 1892. Catherine is struggling with the death of her husband, the birth of a new baby, and finding a way to survive alone in a remote mountain cabin. Zed is the foreman of the silver mine in La Plata, Utah, trying to keep miners on the job and the mine producing like his boss wants.

While reading a western or regency story, have you ever wondered what else was going on during that time?  Well, thanks to the internet and Wikipedia, I found a few interesting things that happened in 1892 and I'd like to share some of them with you.

Let's start with La Plata information I found from the Utah Historical Quarterly, Vol 50.
   Lots approximately 25 X 75 were sold for $2.50 in La Plata.
   Business license rates for La Plata were:
                  Liquor Saloon           $800
                  Boarding Houses        $40
                  Lunch Counter            $20
                  Meat Market               $40
I was surprised the rates were so high

La Plata never had an official cemetery. No man was ever killed or buried in La Plata. Sick or injured men were shipped to the Logan Hospital.

Miners working below the surface made $3 a day while workers on the surface earned $2.50 a day. This did not include room and board.

For $12 a month, a miner could live pretty well in La Plata.  Beef was cheaper in La Plata than in Salt Lake City approximately 70 miles south. That really surprised me because usually food in cheaper in larger cities, but that wasn't true this time.

A loaf of bread was ten cents.

While La Plata was struggling to grow during the silver mine era, around the world several other things were taking place.  Some of which were:

On Jan 1, Ellis Island began accommodating immigrants to the Unites States.
Mar 11, the first basketball game ever played in public was between students and faculty at the Springfield YMCA.
In April, the Johnson County War breaks out between small farmers and large ranchers in Wyoming.
July 12, a hidden lake bursts out of a glacier on the side of Mont Blanc, flooding the valley below and killing around 200 villagers and holidaymakers in Saint-Gervais-les-Bains.
Aug 4, the father and stepmother of Lizzie Borden are found murdered in their Fall River, Massachusetts home.
Aug 9, Thomas Edison receives a patent for a two-way telegraph
Oct 5 - The Dalton Gang, attempting to rob 2 banks in Coffeyville, Kansas, is shot by the townspeople. Only Emmett Dalton, with 23 wounds, survives to spend 14 years in prison.
Nov 8, U. S. presidential election, 1892 - Grover Cleveland is elected over Benjamin Harrison to win the second of his non-consecutive terms.
Dec 18 - The Nutcracker ballet with music by Tchaikovsky is premiered at the Imperial Marinsky Theatre in St. Petersburg, Russia
In 1892, Thomas Ahearn is the first person to prepare a meal on an electric stove.

In was in the 1890s that Gustavius Franklin Swift and Philip Dan forth Armour made fortunes in the meatpacking industry while the refrigerated railroad car allowed foods grown in one part of the country to be shipped safely and cheaply to shoppers all over the nation.

In the 1880s and 1890s the standard for elegant dining was eight to ten course banquets. These were typical among the wealthy. At a dinner honoring Gen. Winfield Scott Hancock, the meal began with raw oysters, a choice of two soups, an hors d'oeuvre, and a fish course. The next course was a saddle of lamb and filet of beef followed by chicken wings with green beans and mushroom-stuffed artichokes. Afterward the diners were served sorbet to "cleanse" their palate before tackling the course of canvasback duck and quail. Desserts included timbale Madison, various kinds of ice cream, whipped creams, jellied dishes, banana mouse and various elaborate pastry dishes. The dinner ended with coffee and liqueurs served with fruit and petits fours. Oh my goodness - can you imagine a meal like this?

Now compare what the western and Midwestern travelers survived on - heavy, greasy foods, mainly fatback (meat from the back of a hog) cornbread, and perhaps a handful of seasonal vegetables.

I was surprised at all that happened in 1892. As Catherine and Zed spent their days in the high, mountains of Northern Utah, so many things were happening that they may not have been aware of, but that would affect the world as they knew it.

Can you tell I enjoy history? Hope you found some of this interesting like I did.

Happy reading.

K. R. Bailey

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Friends - Our gift to Ourself

"A friend is a present you give yourself."  Unknown

Today I spent lunch with a wonderful friend of mine who I hadn't seen in over a year.  Oh, we stay in touch (thank heavens for e-mail and facebook). Seems like we talk regularly, but she lives over 30 miles away and has a busy life raising a family. It's sad but we don't seem to get together as often as we'd like.  But today was a great day. We had lunch. We chatted, laughed, and shared what's happening.

Made me think of all the wonderful friends that I'm lucky to have. That's when the above saying came to mind. Friends are special presents in this life. Here's another thought about friends that I love:

Make new friends,
Keep the old.
One is silver,
The other gold.

I don't know who wrote these thoughts but I think they convey my feelings perfectly. I have friends I've known since high school (and believe me that's a long time ago). I still cherish the time we get together. We can laugh about the past. It's fun to catch up on how their lives have gone. Not all have had easy lives - as many of us don't - but we can smile and exchange how we handle the day-to-day trials.

I have friends I've just met either from work or through my writing organizations. They are special people. For whatever reason, we bonded. We have the same interests. We have fun. We don't have a long history, but we've grown close, gotten to known about each other, our families, and enjoy time together.

I've been blessed. I have a lot of great friends. Some are wonderful acquaintances. Others know my secrets and still care about me. I know I can call on them for help and they'll be there.

So, I'm going to close with another thought I'd like to share:

Friends are angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering
how to fly.

Have a great day!

K. R. Bailey