Special interview with historical romance author Deborah Camp

My special guest today is Deborah Camp. We’re
chatting about her new
Historical Romance (Western) novel, Solitary Horseman.

During her virtual book tour, Deborah will be giving away a $50 Amazon
or Barnes and Noble (winner’s choice) gift card to a lucky randomly drawn winner. To be entered for a chance to
win, use the form below. To increase
your chances of winning, feel free to visit her other tour stops and enter
there, too!
Author of more than 45
novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she
graduated from the University of Tulsa. She worked for a few years as a
reporter for newspapers before becoming a freelance writer. Deborah’s first
novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by
Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been
inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of
the Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of the Author’s Guild.
Lover of the west and
the people who tried to tame it, Deborah likes to write about strong,
independent women and the men who are their equals. She grew up on a diet of TV
westerns which have served her well. Since she appreciates men with devilish
twinkles in their eyes, she likes to mix laughter in with the love scenes in
her books. Also widely published in non-fiction, she writes and edits for a
magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more
than 10 years at a community college. She is currently working on her next
historical romance set in the wild, wonderful west.
Her books have been
re-issued on Amazon for Kindle Direct and have attracted tens of thousands of
new fans. For a list of them, visit her website.
A little bit about Solitary Horseman.
The Civil War is over, but the battles continue.
Callum Latimer returned from the war to a life
he didn’t want and with inner battle scars he can’t heal. 

Banner Payne clutched desperately to the
remaining shreds of the life she’d known, but she is losing her grip. 

Brought together by bad luck and cruel twists of
fate, Callum and Banner forge a partnership they hope will keep them afloat even
as neighboring Texas ranchers go under and their land is snapped up by

Fate smiles on them and Callum and Banner find
the missing pieces of themselves in each other. 

Healing begins as their hearts are awakened. Now
they must remain strong in their determination to forge a more peaceful
existence and not be poisoned by the bitterness of a country still divided.

Excerpt from Solitary Horseman:
They finished eating, sopping up the last of the gravy with
biscuits and popping the final bite of bacon or sausage into their mouths. All
except for Callum, who seemed to have lost his appetite. He pushed aside his
plate, nodding when Banner reached to take it away.
In the kitchen, she began preparing to wash the dishes, as
she went over and over the unsettling conversation. So, the vigilante groups
were stirring up more trouble along with memories that some people were trying
hard to bury. She’d noticed that Hollis seemed to be worse lately. Sullen.
Anger simmering just below the surface. Stalking off to be alone with his
thoughts. Snapping at her when she questioned him about his moods.
Her brother was a sensitive soul and when there was unrest
around him, he felt it, through and through. Living with him when he was
jittery was like handling a porcupine. There was no way to touch it without
getting pricked.
Someone cleared his throat right behind her and Banner spun
around with a gasp, her wet hands flying up and slinging drops of water across
Callum’s faded red shirt.
“Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I . . . got your shirt wet.”
He shrugged. Banner hoped to see a softening in his eyes and
she was disappointed.
“I’ll be back tonight, but it will be late. You go on home
at the usual time.”
“I was mighty proud of you just now.”
He raised his brows and shook his head, clearly puzzled.
“What you said about the war and how nobody wins a fight.”
He held his hat in one hand and rubbed his chin with the
other. “I don’t think I said that exactly. Fights are won, but sometimes the
cost isn’t worth it.” He took a step back from her, running his hand down the
front of his shirt and Banner watched the journey.
She so loved his hands. Long fingers, wide palm. She knew
the tenderness of his touch and how they could trail fire along her skin. “I’ve
missed you.”
He stared at her a few moments and something vulnerable
shimmered in his eyes before he abruptly turned and walked away from her. “I
need to get.”
“Callum!” She grabbed the back of his shirt. “Wait.” When he
didn’t face her, she stepped around him. “Is something wrong? I feel like we’re
on a seesaw here. Up and down. Up and down.”
Walking his fingers around the brim of his hat, he avoided
her probing gaze. “I guess that sums it up. I’ve had a lot of time to think
lately and maybe you’re right. We need to keep our heads clear and . . . well,
a woman like you and a man like me . . .” He shrugged.
What in tarnation did that mean? Was this about her being a
lowly Payne? Feeling as if he’d ripped opened an old wound, she glared at him,
but he wasn’t looking at her. Finally, he glanced up and his eyes widened
“Go on then.” Banner snatched his hat out of his hands and
whacked him with it. “Get. I don’t have time anymore for this silly game.” His
look of surprise angered her even more and she crushed his hat against his
chest, making him grab it. She caught sight of Shane standing in the dining
room, not hiding his curiosity at the scene unfolding. “Shane needs to talk to
you. I’m finished with you.” Whirling around, she stomped through the kitchen
and out the back door where the air was bitterly cold, matching the season in
her heart. She would not cry! She wouldn’t! Should have known that he’d finally
realize that he was too good and proper to be sporting with that Payne gal.
He’d been raised to see her as filth and he couldn’t shake it.
Striding purposefully across the frozen ground, she made a
beeline for the hen house. It would be warmer in there. Mary had already
collected the eggs, but there were probably a few more that she could—.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scrawled lettering
across a big white banner that had been nailed to the side of the barn and her
shoes slipped in the snow. She almost fell, but regained her balance in the
nick of time. Staring at the ugly message, she was aware of pounding footfalls
behind her.
“Damn it all, Banner! Just hold up. I didn’t mean to—.”
Callum’s grouchy apology stopped at the same time he did. “What the hell?”
A Confederate flag was nailed below the fluttering white
sheet that bore the menacing order. When had this been done? Banner wondered,
her mind spinning back to when she’d been out earlier. She would have noticed
it then. And the men had ridden up for breakfast! They would have seen it.
Someone – no, more than one person – had done this while they’d all been
inside. The audacity!
Banner looked at Callum, sharing his disgust but not the
wrath stamped on his chiseled features. She touched his hand. “Callum . . .”
she whispered, trying to calm him.
He backed away, having none of it. “No. Don’t. Not now,
Banner.” Then he spun about and marched toward the house again, yelling to
Shane. “Take that bullshit down off the barn and burn it. The flag, too! Do it
“Yes, sir,” Shane said, already trotting toward the barn.
Banner stood rooted to the spot as Callum swung up into
Butter’s saddle and rode away, the horse’s hooves muffled by the snow. Cold air
wrapped around her and she shivered, her teeth rattling.
Looking toward the house again, she saw Seth Latimer
standing on the front porch, his squinty eyes fixed on the barn. He shook his
head slowly, then turned and made his way back into the house.
Banner went inside, too, but she stood at the kitchen window
and watched as Shane jerked down the big sheet and Confederate flag. He bundled
them up and set them on fire, standing near them until they were nothing but
ashes scattered by winter’s breath.
Gone. But the malevolence had left its stain like the black
hole in the snow.

Who designed the book cover for Solitary Horseman, the book you are

Schmitt, pickyme cover artist. She also did the covers for “To Seduce and
Defend,” “Through His Eyes,” and “Through His Heart. She’s fabulous.
Can you describe your dream
It would be near St. Augustine, Florida or in the Florida Keys. I love
that area. It would be one-story, no lawn to worry about, and within walking
distance of a beach. Very tropical looking and with an extra bedroom for guests
because I’d want my door always open for friends to visit me!
If we were to come to your
house for a meal, what would you give us to eat?
I’d probably make Bishop Brown Derbies, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and
yeast rolls. I’d serve Key Lime pie for dessert.
Tell us about the absolute
BEST fan letter you have received.
The best fan letter(s) are from people who have just finished a book of
mine and now want to read all of them. I love reaching new readers because I
know how that feels. When you find an author you really like and she has other
books out that you can read right now, it’s like you’ve struck gold!
Say your publisher has
offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book,
where would you most likely want to go?
I would go to England to see the Arthur Findlay College of Psychic
Science from where Levi Wolfe, my Mind’s Eye series’ protagonist, received one
of his degrees. Readers are always asking me if such a place exists – and it
does and has for a long, long time! It’s kind of a Hogwarts for Psychics.

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10 thoughts on “Special interview with historical romance author Deborah Camp

  1. Deborah says:

    Hi, Andra Lyn; It's going well here in my neck of the woods. I'm writing #4 in my Mind's Eye series. I see that Lisa Haselton likes "dark" and "mysterious" books, so she will probably like the Mind's Eye series. Good luck in winning the $50 gift card and I wish you happy reading. If you do read my book, please do me the great favor of posting a review of it on Amazon and/or Goodreads.

  2. Deborah says:

    Thank you for featuring my newest book today on your blog. I also like "dark" reads, which is why I also write my Mind's Eye series. My westerns usually have serious themes and SOLITARY HORSEMAN is no exception. In it, I explore post traumatic stress (PTSD) in Civil War soldiers along with the uprising of groups such as the KKK. I do appreciate you taking the time and making the effort to give your fellow authors a place to meet and greet readers.

  3. Deborah says:

    Oh, so many books I wish I'd written! Too many to name as I admire so many authors and love their books. For example, E.L James and her "fifty" books inspired me to write my Mind's Eye series. I'd been wanting to write it for years and, after reading 50 Shades of Grey, I was inspired and just took off and did it! So, I'm inspired by hundreds of authors, and in awe of of them, too. I know how difficult writing can be and how frustrating it is to get people to know about your book and read it, so I'm in that boat with them and rowing as fast as I can!

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