Please welcome author Beth D. Carter, who's sharing her new release -The Scarlet Dove
Many authors say how proud they are of their work, me included, this book ranks right up there with some of my favorites. I am a staunch supporter of women’s rights, and some of my personal heroes are the those women who fought against the lives they were born into to give me the freedoms I have today. Liza Trent, although a fictious character, embodies that driving spirit.
In The Scarlet Dove, Liza dreams the impossible. It’s 1888, a time where women were still considered property. Her childhood gave her the opportunity to read medical books, but when her father dies, she’s left with little choice: starve or find a radical idea to live the chaste life society expects of her. So she answers an advertisement to a lonely hearts in the Arizona territory wanting a wife and little does she know that this decision will change her life.
As I wrote Liza’s story, her love of medical knowledge soon became apparent to me. I began to research if a woman in the 1800s had the chance to be a doctor. I discovered that the first woman to be given a medical degree in the United States was Elizabeth Blackwell in 1849. She’d been born in Bristol, England and moved to America when she was 11. At first, she had no interest in medicine. In fact, she hated everything about the human body. However, after a close friend who was dying said she might have been spared such suffering if her physician had been a woman, Dr. Blackwell set out to become a doctor.
At first she was laughed at. In the 1840s, the idea of a female physician was ridiculous. It was too expensive. Too arduous. Too much for the delicate senses of a woman. She studied two years on her own, applying to all the medical universities until one accepted her: New York’s Geneva Medical College. And this was done as a joke. The university allowed the all-male student body to vote, and as a laugh, they voted her in. Two years later, she graduated with a medical degree. She worked in clinics in London and Paris. In 1853, she opened her own dispensary and saw patients three times a week. As her practice grew, more female doctors joined her and they opened the New York Infirmary for Women and Children. She was a pioneer for women’s rights, and continued to advocate for change until her death in 1910.
I still have no idea why a movie hasn’t been done about her.
I hope you enjoy reading Liza’s story as much I enjoyed writing her. I like writing about women who don’t realize how strong they really are, taking them on a journey of discovery.
Can Liza find her place in a lawless world?
When Liza Trent decided to become a mail order bride out west, she never imagined her fiancé would die before she arrived. His death places her in debt, and the only way to pay off the money is by auctioning off her virginity against her will. When she’s rescued by two handsome men, she mistakenly thinks they’re assassins. Despite her reservations, she accepts their protection.
Only the two men, Apollo Beck and Blue Hawke, aren’t assassins. They’re Texas Rangers sent after a man who preys on women, and their dangerous hunt has just brought Liza into the line of fire.
Confused with the attraction she feels for two men, Liza has a difficult decision before her: commit to loving Apollo and Blue or commit to her burning desire to become a doctor…unless she’s found and taken for revenge first.
Content Warning: contains violence, strong language, and explicit sex scenes, including anal sex
Genre(s): Historical Romance / Menage
"It's him," Liza whispered in a hate-filled tone. "The man who tricked me."
"Reynolds," Blue spat.
"All three of you!" Reynolds screamed. "You'll pay! You'll pay for everything!"
The gun wavered in an unstable hand. Blue and Apollo glanced at each other and then charged forward. A shot exploded and Apollo went down. Blue tackled Reynolds to the ground. The two men rolled around, each trying to get the upper hand.
Apollo did his best to try to focus on the two men, but agony lanced through him as he tried to get to his feet. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and he honestly didn't know how bad he was shot.
And then a pair of soft, steady hands took his away. "Let me see," Liza softly said.
"Uh," he moaned. "Blue—"
"Is holding his own," she interrupted him. Though she carefully probed, the pain rippled through Apollo, and he halted her hand. "You need medical help," she told him.
"Get Reynolds first," he panted.
Her eyebrows arched. "You know him?"
"I was sent to kill him."
Her mouth fell open, and she looked from him to where Blue still fought with Reynolds.
"There's a blade in my boot," he whispered, wiggling his right foot and bringing her attention back to him. "Give it to Blue."
She hesitated for only a second before reaching for the marked boot. He felt her hand slide in and grab the hilt. She slid it free and rose, turning to the fight that had attracted several people's attention.
"I have a knife, Blue!" she called out.
In a flash, Blue spun away from Reynolds and grabbed the knife from Liza's shaky hand. As he turned back, he let it fly. They watched as it flipped end over end and buried itself into Reynolds's shoulder, right where the arm and chest met. For a moment, no one moved. Then the confused crowd rushed to help Reynolds, who stumbled away, and Blue turned to grab Liza's hand and hurry over to Apollo.
"You need medical attention," he said without preamble, mimicking Liza's earlier statement.
"Not here," Apollo growled. "Help me up."
"You should rest," Liza said.
"You think anyone is going to help the people responsible for burning down half the town?" As he sat up with a gasp of pain, Blue let go of Liza's hand to help him stand. "Is Reynolds dead?"
They all looked at the small crowd that had moved in to help Reynolds when the blade had got him, only to see the crowd starting to point at them and talk. Reynolds was nowhere to be found.
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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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