ZANY AND QUIRKY AND FUN ... OH MY!
EmmyLou Creighton first appeared on the scene in MY WAY BACK TO YOU (Book #3 of the Taylor’s Grove series) as Maggie Russell’s business partner and best friend, and immediately readers started wanting more of the brunette bombshell. She made a second appearance in RIGHT WHERE WE STARTED and stole the scenes she appeared in. It was evident at that point that EmmyLou was demanding her own story.
EmmyLou isn’t my typical character. She’s a bit of a wild woman—unpredictable and edgy, unabashedly confident of her beauty, but with a heart of gold. According to Maggie’s dad, Emmy’s mouth “runs like the clatterbone of a goose’s ass,” and often what comes out of it is unfiltered. Or is it? She’s a deep thinker; her thoughts just don’t always go along with the conversation she’s involved in.
For instance, in one scene, EmmyLou and hero Sol Beecher are involved in an intimate conversation in which she’s opening up about her very real vulnerability when the discussion takes an odd turn:
“Do you want me, Sol?” The hesitancy in her tone threw him. Experience had taught him that people generally projected their own emotions onto others. He took a deep breath and shifted to the side so he could look her in the eyes. He wished he hadn’t when he saw the flicker of fear. She was having second thoughts. Had it finally caught up to her that this flirtation could develop into something serious? If she wasn’t careful, she’d end up saddled with a man who would never be whole.
“Do you really have to ask?” he questioned.
“It’s just that…” She took a step back, and his heart sank. “You’re not like other guys.”
He hadn’t expected her to be that direct, but he should have.
“We slept together all those years ago.” She eased back a little more, and he saw the shine in her eyes even in the meager light of the cloudy night. “And the next morning, you couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Then you never called me again.” Her voice grew stronger. “I’ve never had another guy treat me like that. It made me furious. Made me dislike you, and yeah, I’ll admit I’ve badmouthed you a lot. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to start something we can’t finish, because you are the very worst thing that has ever happened to my ego.”
Sol’s heart leaped at her words. She wanted him. Wanted to give this thing between them a go. He took her hands. “EmmyLou Creighton Fuller, if you can’t see how much I want you, then you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground.”
Her eyebrows drew together in question. Not at all the reaction he’d expected, but why should that ever surprise him with this unpredictable creature? “That saying’s always confused me. I mean, most people take it at face value and assume you’re talking about an actual hole in the ground. Like one you’d dig. But ass is another word for donkey, which is another name for burro, b-u-r-r-o. But a burrow, b-u-r-r-o-w, is a hole that an animal digs in the ground, so if you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground, could it mean that you don’t know a burro from a burrow?” Her eyes grew wide. When she tilted her head, he realized she was expecting an answer.
Keeping EmmyLou’s quirkiness at the forefront had its challenges, and adding her brother Joe Wayne into the mix kept me on my creative toes often enough that I felt like a ballerina.
But the pay-off was worth it. I’ve never had so much fun writing a book.
I hope you enjoy reading IN EMMYLOU’S HANDS as much as I enjoyed writing it!