Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Perfect Hero Is Equal to the Sum of His Parts || MacKenzie Crowne's A SONG FOR SOPHIE

Ask an author, what is the number one question you’re asked, and I’ll bet 99% of them will say, where do you get your ideas? I’ll also bet most of them would answer, everywhere! That’s how it works for me, too. Living life provides all kinds of fodder for potential stories. Like the night a few years back when I was invited to attend my first country music concert. Those four hours were the catalyst for my latest release, A Song for Sophie. Likewise, my heroes come from external forces. I mold my characters using bits and pieces of the men I come across as I wander through life. Characters like Beaumont Walker, the hero of A Song for Sophie, a part of the Honky Tonk Hearts series from The Wild Rose Press.

Before I went to that concert, I never listened to country music because, if I did, I’d inevitably end up crying. What fun is that? But hey, I’m always game for a night out with my girls, so when a friend called to say she had tickets, off I went with her and two other friends. Two of the group have always had a thing for country boys. Tight wrangler jeans. ‘Nuff said. The remaining friend and I enjoy a sexy guy in a pair of jeans too, but we are more what you’d call, uh… urban chicks. 

We had a blast, sipping marguerites, ogling tight buns and tapping our toes to the raucous tunes of Toby Keith. After that, I became a country music fan and every time I’d hear the deep rumble of a country crooner, a mysterious character in a black Stetson would nudge my imagination until finally Beaumont Walker came through loud and clear. In my mind, he’s a combination of all my favorite male country singers.

Josh Turner

First and foremost is Beau’s voice, as deep and pure as a finely tuned cello. Think Josh Turner. If you’ve never heard Josh sing. Stop what you’re doing and go have a listen. I’m telling you, that man’s voice speaks directly to a woman’s libido. *fanning myself just thinking about it*

Clint Black

Next comes the face. I’ve always been partial to black haired men. Clint Black may have a few years on him now, but he still makes my mouth water.

Toby Keith

The body is a must, and a man’s arms are my Achilles heel. Give me a peek at bulging set of biceps—like Toby Keith’s—and I. Am. Toast! 

Trace Adkins

And of course, who can resist a fine male behind in those tight Wrangler jeans? Not me! Trace Adkin’s back side is a sight to see. Oh, and just for fun, here’s another. 

Don’t know his name, or if he can sing, but…who cares? 

As you can see, my heroes come in separate parts which, when put all together, create the perfect man. So, what about you? If you could build the perfect hero, where, or from whom, would you get his parts?  


Jobless, practically homeless, and tired of being manless, Sophie Taylor jumps at the chance to be Beaumont Walker's personal assistant. Six weeks on the road with country music's bad boy--and, more importantly, his all-male crew--is the perfect opportunity to change her life.

Beau Walker doesn't need any more distractions. Sophie, with her butt-ugly suits and balls-to-the-wall attitude, shouldn't be one, but she proves to be distracting and more--even, surprisingly, a friend. So when he discovers her plan to snag a man from his worldly wise crew, he's determined to protect her from herself.

When Sophie realizes Beau is behind her failure to attract even one member of his crew, the last place she expects to find herself is in his bed. But will one night of passion convince her she's woman enough for him? Or will it destroy their friendship and his budding belief in true love?


“Don’t you have something you’re supposed to be doing? I assume we’re paying you. Go earn your paycheck.”
“Oh, you’re paying me.” She allowed the secret smile to curl her lips in an actual one. “And I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“What’s that? Boring me to death?”
She dropped her oversized purse to the floor and took the chair next to him. It was a very comfortable recliner, and large enough that her arm didn’t reach the handle to lift the footrest. Feeling around blindly, she sat forward, and hanging half way over the arm, grasped the control. A quick tug and the footrest snapped up, and the back of the chair fell into the recline position, making her squeak.
Beau shook his head.
She tugged at the hem of her skirt to make sure it didn’t ride up, squirming until she’d settled herself. With her ankles crossed, she plopped her hands and forearms on the cushioned arms of the chair and looked at him.
“I’m keeping you busy.”
“I’m keeping you busy. You asked what I was supposed to be doing. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing.”
“Well, quit it. You’re pissing me off.”
“Oh, yeah,” she drawled, “like that’s hard to do.”
“Have I fired you yet today?”
“You’re fired.”
He really was funny when he was trying to look menacing. She laughed and held his glare. “Geez, you’re cranky.”

A SONG FOR SOPHIE is available for purchase at Amazon Kindle.

MacKenzie Crowne is offering a copy of That Dating Thing or The Billionaire's Con to one randomly drawn commenter! Winner's choice.

Author Bio:

My name is Mackenzie Crowne. I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother. My husband and I were blessed with two rambunctious little boys who we managed to raise into wonderful men without any disfiguring mishaps. Dirt bikes and ESPN are the order around our house, and life at the ‘Testosterone Ranch’ more closely resembles one of today’s wacky reality shows, than yesterday’s Leave It To Beaver. 
I’m one of eight kids, raised just north of Boston. My childhood was a free-for-all full of hordes of family and friends and I’m happy to report, that continues to be true today. I moved to Phoenix as an adult because living in the southwest feeds my soul.
My love of books, specifically the romance genre, has been a lifelong affair, both as a reader and a writer. A bout with breast cancer sharpened my resolve to see my stories shared with others. As of today, I am a five-year survivor, living my dream.

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  1. Good morning, Mac. Thanks for being here today. Care for a cup 'o Joe? :D

    My prior comment got eaten so I'm hoping this one posts.

    1. Good morning, Missy.

      I see your comment, so all is good. :-) Sippin' Joe myself. Thanks so much for letting me share Beau.

  2. I've never been much of a country music fan. Country music is what my folks listen to and they're in their late 70's. But, my youngest is a mega country music fan and she's slowly converting me. I'm not ready to give up Bon Jovi, Bono, or Bruno Mars just yet, but a man with a sexy voice, tight buns, and buff biceps will grab even the most hardened hard rock/pop fan's attention. Plus, I think Trace Adkins is adorable. Love seeing him in cameo appearance in movies.

    1. I'm pretty much the same way, Lilly. I have an eclectic taste in music, but I just couldn't warm up to country. Until I heard Josh Turner's Why Don't We Just Dance. Holy crap, his deep voice just reached out and grabbed hold and wouldn't let go. There is a scene in A Song for Sophie when Sophie first sees Beau on stage. He was singing that song in my mind.

  3. I've never been a huge country fan, but I do like some songs, John Denver, and i love the Pistol Annies and the Drive By Truckers. Florida-Georgia Line's pretty good too. Good luck with the story, Mac!

    1. LOL Thanks, Juli, but huh? Pistol Annies and the Drive By Truckers? They sound a little deeper into country than I've wandered.

  4. Hey Mac, welcome to the club. I'm a long time country music fan; it';s about the only thing on my iPod. And I don't know how any author can NOT like country music because every song is a story. Though for some strange reason I think almost all my artists are male.. Looking forward to reading your new book. Good luck with sales.

  5. Mac,
    Urg. I've been trying to comment again for a while and blogger's just giving me grief.

    So, if you had to deconstruct your hero, what's your FAVORITE part? (And yes, I mean this in the shallowest way possible. No cheating and going on about his great sense of humor!) ;-)

  6. LOL Ah, the old sense of humor evasion... Okay, my gut response would be his arms. I'm telling you, I go all girly over the strength inherent in a well defined, veined bicep. Talk about eye candy! And a girl doesn't get in trouble, ogling a guys arms, the way she does by staring at other body parts. That doesn't mean my eyes don't wander to those other parts too. They're just not the first parts I look at. :-)

    By the way, congrats to Lilly. She's my winner! I'm sending off an email to let her know.