Thursday, November 16, 2017

Music of Her Heart

Sophie Dawson is back with a new book! Just published on November 16th! It's all about music and a marriage forced on them by circumstances. Can Red and Gema make things work?

About the Book

 Red Dickerson is shocked to see a young woman running through the woods in the freezing rain. He’d gone to the far end of Hawk’s Wing Ranch to think after his engagement was broken by the woman he planned to marry. Recognizing her as Gema Volkovichna, one of the women from Sanctuary House, he spurs his horse to go after her. Finding she’s escaped after being kidnapped by the infamous King Gang, he vows to keep her safe. 

Gema Volkovichna is one of the newest women to come to Sanctuary House in Stones Creek, Colorado. She came to find work and possibly a husband. When a spring blizzard forces them to spend three days alone in a line shack, there’s only one conclusion. She and Red must marry to salvage her reputation.

Can Gema and Red learn to be husband and wife? Will love grow from this forced marriage? Will the King Gang return to reclaim what they lost? Can Red and Gema learn to dance together to the MUSIC of HER HEART?

About the Author

Sophie Dawson has made up stories in her head all her life. It wasn’t until 2011 that she began writing typing them out.

Her first books were all historical fiction romance. They’ve won multiple awards and garnered rave reviews. Now, Sophie has branched out into contemporary romance though she plans to continue writing historical and hopes to add more books in her popular Cottonwood and Stones Creek series.

Sophie lives with her husband and very old cat on a farm in western Illinois. She’s an avid seamstress and was a professional quilter for a number of years before the writing bug bit. She’s just thankful it’s not fatal.


Red didn’t know what hit him. All he’d said was that he’d take Gema to Jeb and see if she could play his fiddle. Now, he had her in his arms, and she was crying on his shoulder as she held him tightly. He looked at Cookie who smiled at him.

When she quieted, Red escorted her to where the cowboys were gathered. “Jeb.” Red waited until all the cowboys were looking at him with Gema who was standing slightly behind him, gripping his hand tightly. “Seems my wife can play the fiddle. Would you be of a mind to let her use yours to show us?”
Jeb who was sitting on a log stool jumped to his feet. “Sure enough, Red. Be glad to. My arm’s gettin’ a might tired.” He held the violin out, and Red took it.
“Here you go, honey. Give it a whirl.”
Gema took the instrument and bow. He watched as she stroked the wood, her face held an expression of love and joy. Tucking it under her chin, Gema touched the bow to the strings. Several minutes were spent tuning them to her satisfaction. Then she stepped back, centering herself within the semi-circle of seated and standing cowboys.
At first, Gema ran through several sets of scales, pausing to start over when her fingers stumbled. Then, she began a haunting, sad tune that brought echoes of the past to Red’s thoughts. He glanced at the other cowboys. They were feeling the effects of the music, too.
Once the strains of the song faded, Gema picked up the tempo with a lively folk song that had the men all smiling. Red could tell she missed some notes, but that she had a natural talent was obvious.
She played two more songs he wasn’t familiar with. Then, she played another piece evoking emotions of joy and sorrow, love and loss. Her eyes were closed, and tears streamed down her face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Gema seemed one with the violin and bow. They were extensions of her body. When Gema lifted the bow from the strings and bowed her head, Red looked at the cowboys. They were opened-mouthed at the wonder of the music they’d just heard.
Gema stepped up to Jeb. “Thank you for opportunity to play.” She held out the violin and bow so he could take them back. She turned away and walked to Red. “Thank you. Can’t know how much a gift you gave me.” She hadn’t bothered to wipe the tears away.
Red watched as she walked away, heading toward their house.
“She’s mighty talented with that thing. Much more than Jeb,” Cookie said from his spot leaning against the bunkhouse. Several of the cowboys voiced their agreement. Others were teasing Jeb about how much better Gema played than he did. He was nodding.
Red glanced at the men. “Thanks, Jeb. It seems to have meant a lot to her.”
“Any time she wants to play, you tell her she can, even if I’m out on the range and she wants to practice. I’ll show Cookie where I keep it. He can get it for her.”
“Much obliged to you, Jeb.” Red tipped his hat and walked away, following in his wife’s footsteps.
He found her lying on their bed, weeping into her pillow. “Gema, Honey, are you okay?” He sat beside her and stroked her back.
She turned her head. “Yes, fine. So lovely to play again. It been so long. Miss it so. Memories, good memories. My grandmother, my babushka. She teach me. From very little girl I play. Then she die. Papa want move to America. Sell my violin. No can play then.”
“You truly love to play, don’t you?” Red asked.
Gema rolled onto her side. “Yes, the music, it in here.” She touched her chest. “It wants come out but no can. Hum, not enough. Sing, not enough. Not know words America songs. Russia songs no others know.”
Red realized then that Gema hummed often. While she cleaned, cooked, did laundry, any of the activities of daily life. She hadn’t at the shack, but she’d been under a great deal of stress.
He’d stayed close this past week, not riding out on the range. He wanted to be sure she settled in well. She and Juanita were becoming friends even with their limited communication skills. Cookie was keeping a careful, fatherly, eye on her, also.
Tomorrow, Red was going to have to head out with the cowboys. He’d been gone longer than he’d anticipated when he went to the line shack.
“Jeb said you can play his fiddle whenever you want. Just ask Cookie if he’s not around.”
Tears glistened in Gema’s eyes. She wiped them away and chuckled. “I water pot today. No more tear. I plan special thank you for cowboys for let me play violin.” She kissed him. “Special thank to you for let me.” She kissed him again.
“Honey, any time you want to thank me like that you go right ahead.”
Gema’s face turned bright red.
Over the next two weeks, Red spent most of his time away from the homestead with the cowboys as they rode the range. There were many nights he spent out under the stars wishing he was home in bed with Gema. Not that they had progressed in their relationship in a physical way. They still slept curled around each other, but never went further than snuggling.
As attracted to Gema as Red was, he didn’t want to push her. He was so much older than she was, and that held him back.


In honor of the Music of Her Heart Blog Tour, Sophie is giving away one print copy of Music of Her Heart along with an autographed tote bag. Also, two Kindle copies will be awarded. Winners will be notified by email – keep your eyes open for an email from Sophie Dawson. You can enter here:

Tour Schedule

November 16
Bookish Orchestrations – Introductory Post
Perpetual Indie Perspective – Book Spotlight

November 17
Reveries Reviews – Review
God's Peculiar Treasure Rae – Book Spotlight

November 18
Peggy's Hope 4 U – Author Interview

November 19
Rachel Rossano's Words – Excerpt
Little Bits Blog – Excerpt 

November 20
Shout out – Book Spotlight

November 23
Bookish Orchestrations – Winner Announcement

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