Welcome Guest Author
Julia Bade
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Hey guys! Please help me welcome Julia Bade to the blog today! She's celebrating her debut release - how exciting! - and is here to tell you about the inspiration behind her debut novel. Plus Giveaway! Read on...
Hello Everyone! Thank you for stopping by today to celebrate the release of
The Feria! And a special thank you to an amazing author, the dazzling Laura
Kaye, for a lift on the virtual highway today!
If you’re looking for an easy read with all the elements
that come together for a whirlwind love story, then you’ll enjoy the tension,
victory, uncertainty, vindication and of course, some very tender loving
moments in The Feria!
I wanted to share some inspiration behind my book. First and
foremost, my character, Soledad
is named for my sweet and precious grandmother, who I miss every day. I’m not
sure how she’d feel knowing I put her in a romance novel, and that she gets to
participate in all that comes with romance… *snicker* but either way, I hope
she’s proud…
…When I was a little girl, every summer I’d wait on pins and
needles to hear the words: The feria
is in town. The feria is the Mexican
word for a fair, or carnival-type event. While I had no idea how to measure
exactly when it would arrive, I only knew that once school was out for summer,
the feria came shortly thereafter.
Next to no school, it was the next best part of summer.
Our feria took
place in our sister city, Juarez,
Mexico. While
we lived in Texas, Mexico was literally only minutes
away.
Rides, vendors, foods, dancing, music, treats, and of
course, the tapestry of people there made the event unforgettable.
The last year I attended was 2000, with the man who would
become my husband. I was a fresh-faced 20-something with the energy that came
in bounds, a brand-spankin’ new college degree, and a gorgeous man by my side.
Needless to say, just like my character, Soledad,
the feria holds very special meaning
to me.
About this time last year, I found a photo of two much
younger, much more energetic looking people, my then boyfriend and myself (now
parents of 5!), one we took that very night in 2000 at the feria, and memories began to spark and plug themselves together.
I started jotting things down, and soon after, I was hit
with the idea of basing my book on the 40s, and on the trimmings of love found,
and love stolen, and the journey to put it all back together. I hope you enjoy
the twists and turns as well as the beautiful, tender, and thrilling moments
that a love affair can offer.
Here are excerpts from my three favorite scenes in the book
because they are three defining moments in Soledad’s life that are integral to the
journey she is on. The first is the scene where she is torn away from Xavier,
her true love. The second is the
realization of what her father has planned for her future. The third is where Soledad finally embraces
her impending motherhood, even in spite of the fact that she believes she is
carrying her husband’s child. But boy, is there a surprise there!
Excerpt 1:
“You up for a run?” Xavier asked.
“Well, I’m told that I’m pretty fast,” she said with a
smirk.
“Is that a challenge? So a race, then? What if I win?”
“You won’t.”
“If you win, how will you know if it wasn’t because I let
you?”
Soledad
paused before answering. “Because you would never disrespect me like that.”
He realized she’d taken the words right out of his head.
“That is the genuine truth. So ... I guess you’d better start running!” He
pecked her on the lips and darted off.
“Cheater!” she yelled and took off after him.
They both laughed all the way. They rolled out of the path
and onto the main road in front of her grandmother’s house like two
out-of-control tumbleweeds blown out of the El Paso desert. They joined hands, fingers
intertwining in their dance.
Xavier was still chortling, but Soledad stopped in her tracks. The black
automobile she knew well was parked in front of the house, and her father stood
hands on hips, his perceptive gaze measuring up the couple with his eyes.
She quickly dropped Xavier’s hand. From her side vision, she
could see Xavier staring at her. She glanced at him, and his confused
expression pained her.
“It’s my father,” she whispered.
“I’ll go.”
“No.” The defiance that had been building in her since the
last time she’d seen her father burst out. She took Xavier by the arm and
pulled him forward.
“Papá, this is Xavier.”
Xavier lifted his right hand, but Soledad’s father did not move.
“Cholita, what’s the meaning of this?” He lingered on Xavier
sending daggers with his eyes, then he returned his intimidating gaze to his
daughter. “Why have you been ignoring my messages to come home? Why are you
disrespecting me?”
“Papá, I could ask you the same.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She looked down.
“If there is something you need to say, then do so,” he
dared.
“Nothing, Papá.” Her defiance weakened. He was still
her father, the man she’d loved and honored for all her life. Even though this
man was different, he was still her father.
“You best be going.” He gave Xavier one last glance. “Chole,
get your things. I’ll be in the car.”
The silence was deafening. The fear of the unknown was sneering
at them. She longed to reach up and kiss Xavier as though she’d never see him
again. She wanted to squeeze his hand and reassure him that she’d be back soon.
But their goodbye was nothing of the sort.
With one last squeeze of his hand, she channeled every
remnant of faith in her, and said the words her heart knew even before she did.
“I love you.”
He didn’t hesitate. It was as if they said it ordinarily. “I
love you.” There was urgency in his voice.
Her father sighed heavily, disgust in his air.
She didn’t understand why they were so panicked. Was it
because they’d been caught together? Was it because she was leaving to a whole
other country that, although was a neighbor, banned her love from entering? No.
It was because she was looking at a man who was not her father. That gentle,
kind man was gone. This angry man would surely disapprove and keep her away.
Her throat was closing.
Xavier turned to go, and she died.
“Get your things!” Her father was losing his patience.
Soledad
froze.
“I have no things.” She had come to her grandmother’s home
straight from the feria with plans to return to her home the next day,
so she hadn’t brought one thing.
“I’m not waiting any longer. You’ll go without.”
She didn’t even step inside to say goodbye to her grandmother
or Suki. Her grandmother would understand. She was sure her father had already
made his presence known.
Arms crossed across her chest, refusing to meet her father’s
glare, she entered his car. As they drove away, she turned one last time to the
gap in the trees leading to the path.
Xavier was nowhere to be seen.
Excerpt 2:
Back in her El Paso home, Soledad descended the
staircase with guns blazing. She knew what was coming. Her mother had gone in
and casually mentioned that the “weird man from the feria would be
joining them for a business dinner with her father.” The same man who’d
disrespected her.
Forced to come down for this dinner, Soledad had dressed herself in the heaviest
clothes she owned, covering every possible part of her. She would have worn
winter clothes if it wouldn’t have been uncomfortably obvious. This man would
not violate her tonight, not in her own home, what used to be a sanctuary. She
was further mortified to find that when she turned the corner into the dining
room, everyone was seated and there remained one seat. Her seat. Next to
Emmanuel.
She wasn’t a stupid girl. She was at the top of her class, a
feat not usually reserved for females. She’d been accepted into Stanford,
another achievement not typically attained by women. There was not a stupid
bone in her body, except that which had led her to believe that her family
loved her, that her father loved her.
In an instant, she knew the what, but she didn’t
understand the why. It all began to put itself together. Her father’s
eagerness to introduce them at the feria, his urgency for her to return
home, so urgent that he went into Mexico to gather her himself. She
was an animal being led to the slaughter. This was a business dinner all right,
and she was the business.
Her father, now sitting red-faced at the edge of his dining
chair, staring at her expectantly, was apparently willing to sell her off, to
trade her soul for whatever his selfish ambition was. Everyone now stared
uncomfortably as she stood in the doorway assessing this situation. It was as
if time stood still while the white walls of the dining room began to look
concave and suffocating, delusional even.
Soledad
felt short of breath, her chest filled with a tightness she could not calm her
way out of. She forced herself to look at her mother and felt like she was
looking at a stranger. There her mother was, quietly and obediently accepting
what was unfolding in the very home where she gave birth to Soledad.
Her mother slumped so low that the chair hovered enormously.
She could not even return Soledad’s
desperate stare. And why should she? She, too, was part of this plot. What was
meant to be passed off as a casual business dinner, was actually a
get-to-know-your-purchase dinner.
Excerpt 3:
Her eyes fluttered open and she clenched her sheets, afraid
to move, instantly bracing for the wave of nausea that diligently greeted her
each day. But instead, after several minutes of anticipation, she gasped to
discover that she actually felt hungry. She had not felt this way in a long
time.
Suddenly, she felt a deep hunger pang. Then it came again. Her eyes
squinted in concentration as she tried to zone in, to visualize what could be
happening inside of her. And then she slowly began to grasp that what she was
feeling, the light flutters as soft as the tips of butterfly wings, were not
hunger pangs at all. Her heart leapt.
She distinctly felt a baby kicking!
A
strange sound now filled the air. It danced throughout the bedroom. She was
trying to figure out what it was when all at once, the baby kicked again. From
the deep recesses of her mind, she knew that sound. It was laughter. Her
laughter. It felt so good she did it again. Release. It was raining down on
her. She laughed and laughed and laughed. It’d been so long, it felt like her
first time, and with each kick, it was like her baby was laughing with her.
They were together, one person. In those few sweet moments, something changed.
Something in the deepest part of her became free from a long and dormant
prison, and it wrapped itself around her baby.
There was nothing she would not
do for this child. Her child. It no longer mattered that it was part Emmanuel.
It was her baby. She thanked God for such a gift, one she felt she didn’t
deserve. The world at war was falling apart outside, but inside, her baby was
in the safest place it could be.
Thank you all for joining me today! ~JuliaOpening in 1941, The Feria is a stunning tale of two countries, where we find Soledad, a smart, educated young Mexican-American with big plans. She and her family, however, begin facing the economic pressures inflicted by a nation readying for war. To ensure her family's survival and continued success, her father tears her away from her true love, a Feria worker named Xavier, and forces her into a marriage with a reputable banker, meant to save her family’s agricultural fortune.Her heart forever belongs to Xavier, and the only way she has tolerated her miserable marriage is the fact that she and Xavier made a beautiful daughter together that she has secretly and successfully passed off as her husband’s for several years. But her carefully concealed secrets begin to collapse when her daughter meets and falls in love, unknowingly, with a boy who could possibly be her half-brother, Xavier’s son, and Soledad once again finds herself in the irresistible presence of her eternal love.The challenge of putting everything back together and resisting the desire and love she has for Xavier, presents itself in a daring love story dancing on both sides of the border, intricately written around Mexican and American cultures, love, and the great uncertainty that comes with it.
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Giveaway!
One commenter who leaves their email address will win an ebook of The Feria! Contest open through midnight EST June 30. Open to international! Winner to be chosen by random.org. Good luck!
Thanks so much for reading everyone! Leave Julia some debut novel love! Tell her which excerpt you enjoyed most and why!
Laura



18 comments:
Julia, great interview! I so enjoyed all three excerpts, each revealing different emotions and all tugging at my heart. I'd be hard-pressed to choose a favorite.
I'm looking forward to reading your wonderful debut novel.
Best of luck with THE FERIA, fellow Soul Mate Sister!
Char
Congratulations...and 5 children...how do you find the time to write?
sandy@thereadingcafe.com
Beautiful excerpts. Beautiful cover. Very compelling. I look forward to it.
Sandy
sandy4lee@yahoo.com
Wow, Julia! Congrats on your debut! Thanks for sharing about yourself and about The Feria--I love the sounds of the story and the heroine, Soledad. What a neat reminder of how lasting love can be!
f dot chen at comcast dot net
Thank you for your wonderful words, my SMP sister!! Have a fantastic day!
Thank you, Sandy!! I burn the midnight oil! Ha ha. Then I spend the next day with my best friends, COFFEE and DR. PEPPER!! I do give myself a couple days a week where it's early bedtime for all... Myself included. I just have to ask my older kids to hide my laptop. Hee hee.
Sandra, thank you so much! I love the cover, too! The artist did a beautiful job with heart and soul!
Flchen1 thank you very much! Love is sure grand! It's powerful and redeeming, and I enjoyed very much employing its power in the lives of Soledad and Xavier!
Thanks for all the great comments for Julia, everyone!
Congrats on your debut! The novel sounds very interesting. And the excerpts, oh my goodness. Not to mention if you can write with 5, I can write with 4. :P Might be just another needed kick in the pants.
Hi Stephanie! My stepchildren who are still my babies, but older, are 17 and 20. They live with me, and they keep me super busy, but they are waaay easier on me than the twins age 3, and my 5 year-old! So maybe I should say three. See? You have me beat!!
<3
Even with only 3 at home, you have me beat. Mine are (almost) 12, 10.5, (almost) 9, and 6.5. So they're pretty good about doing their own thing. I just have a hard time not letting them distract me. o.O
They are good at distracting, aren't they? Esp when you're on the phone!
Great post. I love that your special memories of the feria you attended with your boyfriend, now husband, was the spark that started your writing career. What a fantastic way to always remember that part of your life.
As you know I've downloaded your book, and can't wait to read it.
Best of luck in everything you do.
Thanks, Janna! it truly is special to me in so many ways. Thank you for putting my book on your to read list! Hugs!
Thanks for the lovely guestpost, and goodluck with your first book! I do like that you have put it in the 40s, makes it stand out :)
And the winner of Julia's giveaway is...f dot chen at comcast dot net
CONGRATULATIONS!
And thanks to everyone for commenting!
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