Laurie: Hello, Jude. I am so happy to get this opportunity to find out more about you. Thanks so much for taking time out to visit with me today.
Laurie: I would like to talk briefly about your Paranormal Werewolf novel first, if that is OK?
Laurie: Where did you get the idea for Rougarou?
Jude: The idea for Rougarou came from a poem I wrote around Halloween one year. I read the poem to my family. My son Dave Lobie, a very gifted guitar player who has his own band put music to the words, we threw in a few sounds from Ozzie, put it on a loud speaker for the enjoyment of the people and quickly became the talk of the neighborhood. Later, my brother Dave McDowell, suggested I should write a book around the poem and the rest is history.
Laurie: That must have been lots of fun as it was brainstormed, then developed. It is always amazing to me how a simple idea can evolve into something unexpected.
One of the first things anyone will notice when chatting with you is your irreverent and saucy sense of humor. It just seems such a natural part of who you are. This humor carries over into Rougarou; especially in the by-play between the two detectives as they try to solve the crime. How do you come up with the little one-line zingers?
Jude: I guess I am just a born zing slinger.
Laurie: Ha! Ha! Yes, I do believe that!
What process do you go through when you decide to write a new novel?
Laurie: Glad you mentioned Rougarou II. You just recently published that one. Can you tell us a bit about it?
Jude: Rougarou II tells the story of Rafael Hindel, the monarch of the Hindel Family who has vowed the destruction of Donavan Hays and Jack Olivier, the two detectives who, as he sees it, destroyed his world.
Laurie: Before Rougarou, you published a historical fiction novel. How did you get the idea for Fated Memories?
Jude: Fated Memories is actually the prequel to the first book I ever wrote titled Long Ago Memories. When I finished Long ago Memories I thought the story was done. I was wrong. More of the story kept bothering me until finally I sat down and wrote Fated Memories.
Laurie: I haven’t yet had the opportunity to read either of those books, but I have read the sample download of Fated Memories and I LOVE it. Are there paranormal elements in that book, as well?
Jude: The paranormal comes into play, in Fated Memories, when Two Spirits tells Jessie about what happened when he was seeking his vision quest. Then again when Pehta, the man who helped raise Two Spirits reveals the fact he is a seer.
Laurie: How about letting us hear your blurb of Fated Memories.
Jude: Born into one of the richest most powerful families in the state of
, Jessie Thornton has never heard the word “NO” until she sets her sights on Two Spirits, a handsome Blackfoot Indian hired onto her father’s ranch to tame the wild mustangs brought down from the hills. Montana
In her struggle to be with the man she loves, Jessie soon finds herself fighting an uphill battle against 1903
morals and small-town bigotry. Montana
Laurie: I love that! Please share a short excerpt, too.
The big horse stepped back snorting his ears pinned flat against his head, his nostrils flaring. The Indian stopped a short distance away and holding out his hand, palm down, stood very still. Neither moved as each measured the other. Then to the disbelief of all who watched, the horse walked forward as far as his tether would allow to sniff the Indian’s hand. The man walked closer, loosened the reins and lifted the halter from the horse’s face.
“You better get the hell outta there, you stupid bastard!” Eathen yelled, throwing his half-smoked cigar into the dust. “That big son-of-a-bitch knows he’s loose! He’s gonna charge!”
The stallion remained still, his ears perked, no longer pinned against his broad head.
“I never saw anything to top this in all my born days.” Eathen stooped to retrieve his still smoldering cigar.
“How’s he doin’ that?” Charlott asked, as stunned at what she witnessed as the man who stood beside her.
“Damned if I know. It’s almost like he’s got him in a trance or somethin’.”
To the surprise of everyone present, the Indian reached up taking a fistful of the horse’s long mane, then in one fluid motion, swung himself onto his broad back. For a long moment no one moved as man and horse remained still. Then, as though wakening from a deep sleep, the big horse took off at a full gallop around the enclosure.
“Mister Eathen,” Tom ran forward, “none of us’ll ever lay eyes on that horse again if we open that gate!”
“All right, but remember what I said. That redskin’ll be back in the hills fore you know what the hell’s happened. Only now,” Tom swung the gate wide before stepping back out of the way, “he’ll be ridin’ the best damn horse he’s ever laid eyes on!”
Seeing his escape, the horse ran towards the opening.
At a slight touch on her arm, Charlott turned to find Jessie standing beside her.
“Who is that?” Jessie breathed, her deep blue eyes staring after horse and rider as they tore across the prairie.
Without taking her eyes from the man in question, Charlott replied, “He’s a young Indian who came to the ranch lookin’ for work. Only now,” she laughed, brushing the long, dark red hair back from her daughter’s flushed face, “I don’t think he needs our help anymore.”
“He’s beautiful,” Jessie whispered.
“Yeah, he would of sired some beautiful foals.” Eathen placed an arm around her slender waist, draping his other arm over Charlott’s shoulders as they walked towards the house. “But,” he glanced down, winking at Charlott, “I think that’s out of the question now.”
Not bothering to correct him, Jessie declared, “In other words, you think the Indian’s stolen him!”
“He said he could break him.” Eathen dropped his arm from Charlott’s shoulder and shading his eyes, tried to peer through the dust still hanging over the prairie. “I told him if he could break that wild bastard, I’d give him a job.”
“Do you mean to keep your word?” Jessie watched her father out of the corner of her eye, her heart pumping with anticipation.
“Jessie, he’s already back in the hills offerin’ that horse to the highest bidder.”
“Why sure, Jessie,” Eathen pulled her against his hip. “Just as soon as he sobers up.”
“Good! Because here he comes!” Jessie shouted.
“Well, I’ll be damned!” Eathen breathed, as the young man rode towards them.