Author: Sarah Cass
Name of Book: Changing Tracks
Series (if applicable): Dominion Falls
Genre: Historical Western Romance
Character Name: Jane Doe
“So tell me, how did you approach your author about your story? I'm well aware of how those like you just pop up out of nowhere
Jane laughs. “I wish I could say she thought of me first, but Sarah already had Cole in mind before she started to search for a good match for him. Many women were vying for the chance, as you can imagine, but I had the clincher. An amnesiac that remembers nothing about her life – but can remember every word she reads? Well, Sarah couldn’t resist that irony, or the opportunity to find out my rather…distressing past.”
“Care to share a juicy detail about yourselves that we may not otherwise know about you? Oh, come. Let's call it a little game of truth.” < Winks>
“That’s a tricky question to answer. After forgetting everything, I do my best to live honestly – so there isn’t much that I don’t reveal—including my voracious appetite for Cole. “
Jane sits back and thinks for several minutes.
“I suppose, if I have to choose something, it would have to be that I seriously considered a proposal I received from a man I came to hate. Granted, I only considered it for about one minute, but it was a serious minute.”
“Is there a talent you wish you had, but currently don't have?”
“I wish to heaven I could sing, play a piano, anything involving music. I am so tone deaf it’s rather embarrassing.”
“Without getting you in to trouble....what is your biggest turn off?”
Jane smirks. “That’s easy. Men that are full of themselves. Of course, that’s most men in Dominion Falls, it takes some time to find those that have more to them than the pompous man gene. Cole is deceptive in that way – he acts all man for the rest of the world, but I knew from the minute he hovered outside my door there was something else.
“Biggest turn on”?
“Those ice blue eyes that crinkle in the corners.” Jane grins. “What can I say? Cole is the biggest turn on there is, have you seen him? My body knew I wanted him before I understood what that meant.”
“Other than loved ones and the absolutely necessities, what is one thing you can't live without?”
“Books. Without words I’d be lost.”
“Favorite way to relax and wind down?”
A sly smirk crosses her features as Jane’s brow lifts almost to her hairline. “You really need to ask? With Cole, of course. Beyond that, reading a good book works too.”
“Where is a place you'd love to travel to?”
“Nowhere. I like where I’m at.”
Tears shimmer in her deep blue eyes and she straightens her shoulders. “I actually have a lot of fears, including what horrible things I might have done in my past – and seeing my past destroy the life I’ve created. I am forced to face them all in these books.”
“Do you have ANY idea what your author is working on next?
“Of course I do. I’m not about to leave her alone, so I know all the crazy thoughts in that woman’s head.” Jane leans in to whisper, “She’s not exactly right in the head, she really enjoys torturing us a little.”
She sets her hands on her knee, “Firstly, there’s a short story she wrote, An Uncivil War, that will be out in the HerStory anthology this week (March 8th). In April, her next novel will be out, called Masked Hearts that’s a bit sweeter than my story, and shorter. After that she has her hands full with me. The next two books in my story have been contracted and will be out in July and September—and she is working on books four and five as we speak. There are other books she’s working on, but mine are taking priority. She calls Cole and myself ‘demanding’.”
“What good quality to you think you bring out in one another?”
“Cole calms me. When things get to be too much, or I’m too wrapped up in my own head, he has a way of putting things simply that cuts through the crap. As for what I bring out in him? Well, I think I manage to remind him that he has a heart—but some days he manages to make me wonder if that’s true.”
“Well, I know you are busy, so I don't want to keep you all day, but is there anything you'd like to share?”
“Don’t forget to look for Hammy. He’s a dear man that shows up in the first chapter. You won’t ever forget him…I know I won’t.” Jane leaves the last line with a wink and a hint of irony.
Cole Mitchell runs the busiest saloon and brothel in Dominion Falls. He keeps his women at a distance, unwilling to relive a past he worked hard to forget.
Until the night Jane Doe falls into his saloon bleeding and near death. She wakes with no memory, only the firm belief someone tried to kill her. In the strange world of amnesia she manages to find solace in Cole’s arms and he finds home in hers.
While they work together to solve the mystery of her appearance, their pasts – her lack of, and his buried – build a barrier between them.
To make matters worse, Jane’s past isn’t willing to let her go. A stranger proves he’ll kill to keep his secrets safe. With those she loves in danger, Jane’s errant memory is all that stands between them and death. Cole can only do so much to protect her, will it be enough?
Changing Tracks is a 94k Historical Western Romance set in the Colorado Territory in 1871.
The thoughts flew from her head when someone bumped into her, making her stumble a step. Grunting, she gave the retreating back a frown. “Excuse me.”
Another bump came within moments, but this time the person lingered. An intrusive hand groped her rear end, sparking a flare of fire.
She could handle being bumped into by one too rude to care. She wouldn’t be groped without proper permission. Once the hand disappeared from her skirts, she reacted.
Turning fast, she kicked her leg out just enough to trip him. The way he hit the boards hard satisfied her to no end.
Not willing to leave it alone, she stepped on his hand before storming down the boardwalk. The shout behind her increased her pace. A glance over her shoulder revealed he’d taken chase, his face twisted in anger.
Then she hit a solid wall.
Cole gripped her arms, picked her up, and set her behind him. Jane couldn’t even speak when Cole positioned himself between her and the approaching man. Graham stood close by yawning—but through the yawn every muscle in his arms tensed. His posture straightened, fists clenching on his crossed arms.
She shivered at the smooth timbre of Cole’s voice.
“You saw what she did,” Mack puffed up his chest, not a hint of fear despite the way Cole towered over him.
“Saw what you did too. Seemed like a fair trade to me.”
The muscles in her cheeks twitched in an attempt to hide her smile.
“That little bitch—”
“Excuse me.” Safety be damned, she wouldn’t stand to be called such a name. “You ignorant brute. If you want to grope, find a whore and pay for it like any man with a brain. Or go home and poke your wife—if she’ll let you.”