Life Imitates Art

One of the fun things about writing fiction is that your characters can have experiences…go places, savor wonderful food, order exotic drinks, have adventures and wear whatever you want them to wear. You can enjoy their life vicariously, without leaving the comforts of home.

In the stand-alone sequel to Book 1, Fool me Once, one of the characters in Book 2, A Bitter Wind Blows, is in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. She buys a turquoise necklace  for herself, but she’s not an ordinary woman and it’s not an ordinary necklace; hers is green.

green turquoise

I lived in New Mexico for a time and the turquoise jewelry in the window of every shop was the ubiquitous turquoise-and-coral, set in silver. In researching the background for the plot, I learned that turquoise is a color, sure, but the stone itself can range from blue to blue-green to green, with many shades in between, depending on the amounts of copper and aluminum in the rock it’s extracted from. If you prefer your turquoise jewelry in green, Ebay to the rescue.

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Author: linnhemccarron

Have completed four Contemporary Fiction/Romance novels in The Riverwood Series. The first was released in August 2018; the second is under contract and in the process of edits. The third book has been submitted to the publisher. The fourth has recently been completed and the fifth is now the current work-in-progress. The setting is Big South Fork, Tennessee which is known as "The Trailriding Capital of the Southeast" so these stories will all appeal to horse lovers who love to read books about horses.

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