Lisa Cooke
I started writing fiction at the age of forty-five. It wasn’t easy for me since my formal training is in science education. Lab reports are written very differently than novels or at least they’re supposed to be, though some of my students never fully understood that concept.
I made it my goal to be published by the time I retired from teaching. It took a lot of work and dedication, but four weeks after I taught my last day in the high school, I received “the call” from Leah Hultenschmidt of Dorchester Publishing. An extremely exciting day, that was. My agent took over the negotiations while I spent a great deal of time squealing.
Always having had a love for all things historical, it seemed only fitting that I fell into that genre. So now I write in my two- story Victorian home on our seventy- acre farm in Ohio. I have a Maltese who provides literary critique and a husband who provides inspiration. Each of my heroes has some part of my husband’s personality, which may be why I love them so much. I have two grown children, both of whom have made me very proud, and I have a new grand daughter who shares my rocking chair with me.
It’s tough duty, but someone has to do it.
“One more, Mr. Straights. I know I'm getting closer and closer to becoming a man. I'm not nearly as in telligent as I was a little while ago."~Lottie”
“All in? Hell, he's give her his left nut to get all into her. Or at least he would if she did'nt already have it.~Dyer”
“I believe the way to solve this dilemma is if you marry me, so I’ll always be close by.” Love swelled up in her heart. “I think I can manage that.” “Good, ’cause the way I’ve got it figured, it’s the only way I can stay somewhere in the same vicinity as my balls.”~Dryer and Charlotte”
“Yeah, I jumped back when I heard you yell. But feel free to keep checking me."He lowered his voice."We could continue this in my cabin if you'd like."~Dyer”
“Placing his hand against her face, he drew his thumb across her lower lip before he leaned closely to her and whispered, "When you're nervous, your lip trembles."~Dyer”
“He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose."Perhaps you should invent a new deck with numbered pink butterflies and God cards."~Dyer”
“Damn it," he gorund out again. "I don't know which end to cover."~Dyer”