I’m a country girl at heart and have always lived in a small town in upstate New York. My family consisted of my parents and four children. There was my sister and I (me being the second in line) for twelve years before our two brothers came along. We lived on a small farm for most of my childhood.
Teaching had always been my dream. As a child, I played school (me being the teacher, of course) with and without my sister. It was a given, therefore, that after graduation from high school, I attended and graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Business Education from, what at the time was, Albany College for Teachers. The love of my life (my high school boyfriend and ex-navy man) and I got married a month after my graduation from college. After six and a half years living in an apartment, we built our own home in the country and remain there still. Our love brought us three beautiful children—two daughters and one son. They in turn, have given us ten grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. During my pregnancy for my second daughter, I finished my Master’s degree in Classroom Teaching.
One of my favorite things to do is read. In high school, I read all the classics that the school library contained. My father used to get upset when he saw me sitting for hours with a book in my hand. To this day, I read whenever I get the chance. Sometimes more than I should, but when a book is exciting, I just can’t stop reading. My favorite author has been and continues to be Nora Roberts.
A few years back while reading a romance, I thought, “I should be able to write a book. It seems simple enough.” What a shocker it was when I discovered how difficult it is. One works hours to come up with a page or two. Yes, you can sit at a keyboard and write words, but they have to make a story when you are done. It isn’t easy, but nothing worth having is. You really have to want to do it.
My first thought was to learn the craft. Most beginning writers don’t sit down to a computer and out comes a great story. It takes effort to learn the ins and outs of the craft and the publishing business. I went to three conferences in one summer. Then a friend asked me if I wanted to join her in organizing a group of writers. I jumped at the opportunity because I had been trying to figure out how to do just that. We formed the Saratoga Romance Writers of America and became affiliated with the Romance Writers of America. I spent many years as President and on the Board of the Saratoga Romance Writers.
So much time that I didn’t publish my first book until I stepped away from being president of our chapter. My oldest daughter kept telling me I’d have been published years ago if I stopped being president. She was correct! That next year, I published IRON COP.
By the way, I got the title from a horse racing form. I went to a writer’s workshop in Syracuse, New York. The speaker had several horse racing forms she handed out. We had to pick the name of a horse and write a paragraph synopsis using the title we chose. Mine was IRON COP.
Title—IRON COP
Author—Sally Booth
Genre—Romantic Suspense
Publisher—The Wild Rose Press
Book Blurb –
Upstate New York Society wife Samantha Chadwick Thorne barely has time to process her husband’s murder and the threat to her own life—before she’s forced on the run. Dodging bullets and taking orders from an arrogant detective, who dislikes her on sight, is her version of hell on Earth. Why does she need a bodyguard, anyway? She has a secret weapon that will keep her alive—one that she can’t even reveal to the infuriating, sexy cop.
Detective Nick O’Reilly’s job is to keep the star witness—a gorgeous but snobby socialite—alive to testify against the killer, even though he sometimes feels like throttling her himself. He’s drawn to her, but the unwanted sparks she sets off are cooled by the suspicion she might be involved in her husband’s death.
The trust and attraction between them grows day by day. One problem—they have to outwit killers who are always one step ahead in order to give their love a chance.
Excerpt –
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
Nick arched a brow.
“This just isn’t…proper.”
Nick couldn’t stop the roar of laughter that bubbled from him. “Not proper? What a thing to say to your husband.”
“You’re not—”
“Tut. Tut.” He nodded in the direction of the office. “How would it look to that nice old couple if I didn’t sleep with my wife?”
“I will not now, nor will I ever sleep with you. Or be your—anything.” Samantha straightened and raised her chin.
“Never? That’s a long time.” Nick cocked an eyebrow while his gaze bounced back and forth from the bed to Samantha. “I’m good. Damned good.”
She was sure of it. She knew he was trying to get a reaction out of her. And he had succeeded. She could feel the heat of his innuendo flowing through her. Keeping calm was a battle, but she managed to look unaffected. Or hoped she did.
She strolled to the window and opened it wide. She needed to get rid of the rose odor and lower her rising temperature. Was that her skin sizzling? What an idiot. She actually looked to be sure. Unwilling to face him head on, she glanced over her shoulder. She let her gaze travel from his head to his feet and back again.
“That’s your opinion.”
He laughed once again as he strolled toward her. She braced herself for his nearness. Once he got in her personal space, he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“What’s mine against millions?”
Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. His warm breath on the side of her face made her nerves do a slaphappy tap dance and awakened those blessed butterflies in her stomach.
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