Showing posts with label American Civil War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Civil War. Show all posts

09 February 2014

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: Ginger Myrick

This week, we're pleased to welcome author and Unusual Historicals contributor Ginger Myrick with her latest novel, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD. The author will offer a free copy of But for The Grace of God to a lucky blog visitor.  Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Here's the blurb.

Set during the American Civil War, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD (A Novel of Compassion in a Time of War) combines a sweet old-fashioned love story with a compassionate look at the people affected by the struggle for equality.

Hannah Carter never expected to find love, especially during a time of war. By the spring of 1864, the conflict between North and South has raged on for years and still shows no sign of resolution. On her small farm in West Virginia, the young widow and her household have managed to remain untouched until a mysterious green-eyed soldier shows up, wounded and in desperate need of medical attention. Never able to turn away someone in need, Hannah risks everything to take in the stranger and tend to his injuries.

Beau develops tender feelings toward Hannah, and she is equally smitten, but circumstances conspire to hinder their happiness. Beau is a Confederate soldier wanted for the murder of one of his own, and Hannah’s farm is a rest stop for fugitive slaves en route to freedom in the North.

Will justice catch up with Beau and force him to pay for his crimes? Will he discover Hannah’s secret humanitarian efforts and betray her to the authorities? Or will they find a way to overcome their differences—to make peace, to live, and to love?
**Author Interview with Ginger Myrick**

Describe the book in your own words.
But for the Grace of God is basically a rhetorical exercise in equality. Although my characters fall outside of the norm for this genre, the story is carefully crafted to demonstrate my beliefs. I have attempted to show a wide range of views representative of the varying degrees of both the acceptance of slavery as a necessary evil and the denouncement of it as a scourge against humanity. I try to give a well-rounded perspective of the people caught on either side of the issue and portray them realistically, each with their own good qualities and their faults.  

It’s a Civil War novel. What’s so unusual about it?
Because my opinions are my own and not influenced by traditional views, this book is very different from the conventional perception of a Civil War novel. It is character driven as opposed to being constrained by the events of the time. That said, the history is accurate. Equality issues are a hot button of mine, not just pertaining to race but of any oppressed group of people, especially when the bias is based on something as trivial as a physical characteristic or different belief system. That's why it was so important for me to create atypical characters and not simply regurgitate the stereotypes.

One of the central characters is Jeb, a black man born free and trained as a medical surgeon. He is highly intelligent with a vocabulary to match. Beau is a lawyer, the son of a wealthy Southern plantation owner. He is sympathetic to abolition but still deeply inculcated by the accepted beliefs of his culture. Suffice it to say, the two men have some very interesting conversations/debates.

Are the characters based on real people?
Hannah, the main character, is based on my dog-walking companion, Caren Cassidy, and the entire story is a loosely interpreted dramatization of her life. I got a review in which the reviewer said she couldn’t stand the childlike way Hannah was portrayed, but I assure you that it is completely accurate. Caren told me that if a man was interested in her, all he would have to do to learn everything about her would be to read my book. I consider that the highest of praise! Her parents, Margaret and Dale, are as represented with the exception of their occupations. Beau is based on Caren’s husband, Mark, and is a good depiction of his personality, although he was not a lawyer. Tippy is her actual dog, and she is indeed partially deaf and blind as a result of too much inbreeding. She was slated to be put down until Caren rescued her. Jeb, Ginny, and Samuel Carter are completely fictional.

Who was your favorite character to create?
I love Ezra, Jeb’s father, a hard-working ex-slave who bought his freedom with his carpentry. Not only is he intelligent and artistic, but he has a comforting way about him, a quiet determination to do right by the people he loves. I especially enjoyed the interaction between him and young Hannah, so patient and caring and natural in spite of the vast social differences that separate them.

I also got a kick out of Obie, a runaway slave with an irrepressible spirit who goes back time and again to help others escape. He has seen the worst kind of abuse, yet he still manages to stay hopeful and never doubt that what he is doing is right.

What was the most surprising historical tidbit that you discovered in your research?
I wasn’t very well versed in the Civil War before I began this project, so I had no real conception of the Confederate mentality. I understood their objection to losing their captive workforce on a financial level, but as far as truly believing that an entire people were born with a propensity toward being subjugated, that astounded me. And for Alexander Stevens to go one step further by clearly stating in his inaugural speech that that tenet was the foundation of their fledgling nation is simply unfathomable.

Another thing that was also mind boggling to me was the fact that the slave catchers were able to remand free men into captivity, the premise behind 12 Years a Slave. There was no proof required to detain a suspect. If a marshal felt that a subject was being untruthful about his status—even if he had the proper paperwork to show for it—the person could be taken and held indefinitely or found guilty, as the court was not required to allow him to speak in his own defense. I could go on, but I won’t. As I said, it’s a hot button of mine.

Wasn’t this the second book you started writing?
Yes. I began writing this book shortly before releasing my debut novel, El Rey, in November 2011. I got about 30K words into it and set it aside in favor of two shorter projects. I picked it up again this past summer. My main concern in letting it sit for two years was whether I could recapture the initial inspiration and resume the flow so the break wouldn’t be obvious. I haven’t any comments to indicate that the story feels disjointed, so I’m assuming that I accomplished my aims.

What’s next?
I am approximately 1/3 through my WIP, the first book in a trilogy set in France. I have only let a handful of people in on my super secret story, but if you have seen any of my recent posts, you have probably figured out that it is set at Versailles during the time of Marie Antoinette. I don’t want to fully reveal my secret until I’m at least halfway done, but I can confidently say that the story has never been told like this before.

As a side note, But for the Grace of God is currently on sale for $2.99 through the end of February in celebration of Black History Month. 

Ginger Myrick was born and raised in Southern California. She is a self-described wife, mother, animal lover, and avid reader and knitter. Along with the promotion for THE WELSH HEALER, and EL REY, she is currently crafting her third novel, which takes place during the U.S. Civil War. She is a Christian who writes meticulously researched historical fiction with a ‘clean’ love story at the core. She hopes to persevere with her newfound talent and show the reading community that a romance need not include graphic details to convey deep love and passion.

06 February 2014

Excerpt Thursday: But for The Grace of God by Ginger Myrick

This week, we're pleased to welcome author and Unusual Historicals contributor Ginger Myrick with her latest novel, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. The author will offer a free copy of But for The Grace of God to a lucky blog visitor.  Be sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Here's the blurb.

Set during the American Civil War, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD (A Novel of Compassion in a Time of War) combines a sweet old-fashioned love story with a compassionate look at the people affected by the struggle for equality.

Hannah Carter never expected to find love, especially during a time of war. By the spring of 1864, the conflict between North and South has raged on for years and still shows no sign of resolution. On her small farm in West Virginia, the young widow and her household have managed to remain untouched until a mysterious green-eyed soldier shows up, wounded and in desperate need of medical attention. Never able to turn away someone in need, Hannah risks everything to take in the stranger and tend to his injuries.

Beau develops tender feelings toward Hannah, and she is equally smitten, but circumstances conspire to hinder their happiness. Beau is a Confederate soldier wanted for the murder of one of his own, and Hannah’s farm is a rest stop for fugitive slaves en route to freedom in the North.

Will justice catch up with Beau and force him to pay for his crimes? Will he discover Hannah’s secret humanitarian efforts and betray her to the authorities? Or will they find a way to overcome their differences—to make peace, to live, and to love? 

**An Excerpt from But for The Grace of God**

Book 1: The Soldier
Spring 1864

The Confederate soldier galloped his flagging mount through the densely wooded copse, unheeding of the bullets zinging dangerously past his head. He didn’t know how they could see to draw a bead on him in this thick growth so close to the river. They were probably shooting blindly. Maybe he could lose them. It didn’t really matter. He’d already been hit once and would probably be dead soon, but he wasn’t about to give the bastards the satisfaction of his capture. If he could just hold on long enough to find a hiding place, somewhere he could at least settle down to take a look at his wound and perhaps stem the bleeding. He pressed his hand more tightly to his side, bent lower over the horse’s neck, and rode even harder.
The unfolding drama did not go unnoticed by the residents of a nearby farm. The gunshots drew Hannah Carter to her window, and she pulled back the curtains to scan the dimming twilight for some explanation of the commotion outside. She was about to abandon her vigil when her eye caught movement down by the river’s edge. She saw a horse struggle up from its crossing, and her vision focused just in time to witness its rider’s unceremonious yet oddly graceful slide to the ground. She let out a little cry of surprise as he hit the grassy bank not fifty feet from the house and rolled three times before coming to a stop face down in the dirt.
She reached the door in three swift steps, flung it open, and sprinted down the porch. Halfway across the yard she was joined in her flight by a big bear of a man running from the barn. They reached the soldier at the same time, and Hannah threw herself down at his side to get a better look. As she rolled his shoulder back, she saw that his face was dirty and covered with small abrasions from his tumble. She inhaled sharply as her eyes took in the tattered right side of his uniform and the gaping hole oozing blood in a slow but steady stream.
“Jeb, we have to get him to the house,” Hannah said, looking anxiously up into the big man’s dark brown eyes.
“We can’t,” he said, his face taking on a defiant set. “Have you forgotten about the pick-up tonight?”
“Well, we can’t leave him out here to bleed to death.”
“Why not? It’s what he’d do to me,” Jeb insisted stubbornly.
Hannah smiled tenderly, amused by his reluctance. Though there was no time for this, she placed her gentle hand on the powerful brown forearm exposed by his rolled-up sleeve. “Jeb,” she said softly, “I know you’re too smart for that petty argument. Besides, it would eat at your conscience to leave him. You wouldn’t sleep for a month.”
He sighed wearily, knowing that she was right. He hefted the considerable mass of the soldier’s long lanky body as if he were a child, threw the man over his shoulder, and made his way up the slight incline to the house, mumbling the entire time that they would all hang for this. Hannah shook her head, chuckling nervously to herself behind his wide sulking back. She grabbed a small leafy branch lying under an oak tree and scraped it along in the dirt behind them, doing her best to erase the evidence. Maybe it’s dark enough they won’t notice, she prayed hopefully, attempting to convince herself.
When she reached the porch, she hurriedly tossed the branch around the corner of the house and jogged up the steps, casting a last worried glance over her shoulder at the dusky horizon before stepping inside and closing the door—and just in time. No sooner had the latch securely clicked home than she heard pounding hoof beats thundering past on the other side of the river. They would have to hurry.
Hannah bustled into the kitchen where Jebediah had already deposited his burden onto the heavy oaken table and begun to cut away the raggedy remnants of the battle-stained coat. Ginny had dropped her supper preparations and had already begun to wash the soldier’s face and the area surrounding his wound.
“The bullet’s going to have to come out before we do anything else,” Jeb said, his earlier reticence forgotten as enemy now became patient.
“We don’t have time to open him up now,” Hannah observed, gathering the gray rags of the uniform and pitching them into the stove. “Those soldiers will be back as soon as they catch up to his horse. Just clean his face and wrap him up tight enough that he won’t bleed all over everything then get him upstairs into a bed. I’ll help Ginny clean up this mess.”
She grabbed a cloth and started to mop up the sticky red stains around the table while Ginny hid the soldier’s possessions and cleaned the trail of dirt and blood left by Jeb’s progress. By the time the women finished, the soldier had been washed, his wound bound, and he was ready to be moved. Jeb lifted him again—this time as carefully as a lover—and started up the stairs.
“Ginny,” Hannah began, turning to the quiet, gentle woman beside her, “those soldiers will want to search the premises. Will you please inform our guests of the situation? They will have to be very, very quiet.” Ginny nodded her assent and left the room to relay the message. Hannah cleaned up the last few spots on the table and gave the kitchen a final cursory glance before heading upstairs.

Ginger Myrick was born and raised in Southern California. She is a self-described wife, mother, animal lover, and avid reader and knitter. Along with the promotion for THE WELSH HEALER, and EL REY, she is currently crafting her third novel, which takes place during the U.S. Civil War. She is a Christian who writes meticulously researched historical fiction with a ‘clean’ love story at the core. She hopes to persevere with her newfound talent and show the reading community that a romance need not include graphic details to convey deep love and passion.