P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Oregon Trail - Where Would I Be on August 15

I've always had a fascination with the history surrounding the Oregon Trail.  Emigrants gathered at Independence and formed trains, leaving around mid-April to May and if they were lucky, made it to Oregon City before winter set in.  How long was the Oregon Trail? Approximately 2,000 miles. Travelers were lucky if they could make 10 to 20 miles per day, taking into consideration, the weather, the condition of the trail and a hundred other factors that could affect their travel.  Today, August 15, I made some general calculations based on information I found, and where I imagined the emigrants would be today based on those general calculations.  If the travelers left on April 15 and made 15 miles per day, I calculated they would be at the top of the Blue Mountains in Oregon, part of the Oregon Trial.  Interestingly, Wikipedia says: In the mid-1800s, the Blue Mountains were a formidable obstacle to settlers traveling on the Oregon Trail and were often the last mountain range the emigrants crossed before passing down the Columbia River Gorge to the end of the Oregon Trail Oregon City.

Between 1840 and 1860, from 300,000 to 400,000 travelers used the 2,000-mile overland route to reach Oregon City, Puget Sound, Utah, and California destinations. The journey took up to six months, with wagons making between ten and twenty miles per day of travel. See: https://oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/oregon_trail/#.WZNAQLpFyUk

Life on the wagon trains was harsh. There were many hardships and challenges along the way on the Oregon Trail. Some hardships of the journey were death of relatives due to accidents, Indian attacks, supply shortages, weather, drowning, disease, terrain, and even medicine.  A challenge faced by most travelers was to steady their usage of money along the Oregon Trail.  These hardships were fatal, but not as much as  the problem of reaching and passing the mountains before winter begins. Some of these problems were not as harsh as others, but each posed a dangerous threat to them finishing their journey.http://oregontrailrus.weebly.com/hardships.html

Overlanders on the Oregon Trail, in contrast, quickly learned that Conestoga wagons were too big for their needs: the huge, heavy wagons killed even the sturdiest oxen before the journey was two-thirds complete. Their answer to the problem was dubbed the “Prairie Schooner,” a half-sized version of the Conestoga that typically measured 4′ wide and 10′ to 12′ in length. With its tongue and neck yoke attached, its length doubled to about 23 feet. With the bonnet, a Prairie Schooner stood about 10′ tall, and its wheelbase was over 5′ wide. It weighed around 1300 pounds empty and could be easily dismantled for repairs en route. Teams of 4 to 6 oxen or 6 to 10 mules were sufficient to get the sturdy little wagons to Oregon. Manufactured by the Studebaker brothers or any of a dozen other wainwrights specializing in building wagons for the overland emigrants, a Prairie Schooner in good repair offered shelter almost as good as a house. https://www.historicoregoncity.org/2016/11/28/wagons-prairie-schooners/

My time travel novel, Aimee's Locket, takes place on one of these emigrant trains to Oregon City. A modern young woman faces the trials and tribulations of the long journey.  Coming soon in audio book form.

Buy Link:  https://www.amazon.com/Aimees-Locket-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B002TG4NJC/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1502825016&sr=8-1&keywords=aimee%27s+locket+by+p.l.+parker

Monday, August 7, 2017

Solar Eclipse or Do Girls Just Want to Have Fun?

August 21 - the total eclipse of the sun and Idaho is in the moon's umbral shadow. What does this mean for me?   The last time the contiguous U.S. saw a total eclipse was in 1979. As luck would have it, Idaho seems to be smack dab in the middle of the path.

I've purchased my protective eyewear and made plans to specifically be outside, gear on and ready.  Although...

Years ago, in 1984, I watched a movie entitled "Night of the Comet," a story about how the populace planned parties, stood outside and watched and by the next day, either were turned to ashes or those who survived turned to zombies, except for a few choice souls who managed to avoid exposure to the comet's rays. Sort of makes you wonder... Do I need to add zombie protective gear to my ensemble?

But then again - girls just want to have fun!

Friday, July 28, 2017

Freebie Friday

I have two short, short stories as free reads at The Wild Rose Press.  

The first is about a young woman forced into marriage for the benefit of the tribe.  

Prophecy's Bride

The portents named her the future queen and prophetess - a divination Jessamin fervently resists. Forced to wed a man she’s never seen, Jessamin’s prospects appear bleak and without hope. Can Tabor’s presence at the altar transform her grim imaginings?

Link:  https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2215-prophecyas-bride.html

The second free read is about a young woman escaping her past.


She'd run, fleeing from a past too painful to bear, in search of a new beginning. What he offered wasn't what she wanted – or was it?

Link:  https://catalog.thewildrosepress.com/all-titles/2548-songbird.html

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Travel back with Beth Trissel at my Blog and her new release "Somewhere My Lady"

It is my pleasure to host a long-time friend, Beth Trissel, and her newest release Somewhere My Lady. Beth and I became acquainted over a decade ago when we started at The Wild Rose Press.  Beth, the spotlight is on you!

Beth: Thanks for having me on your blog, PL. I’m excited to be writing time travels again after a hiatus, and to share my new release, Somewhere My Lady (Book 1, Ladies in Time).

The concept of time travel and the infinite windows it opens has always fascinated me. My latest inspiration in expanding possibilities is Doctor Who. Daughter Elise got me into the show and I’ve been scrambling to catch up. I absolutely love Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, and Matt Smith as the Ninth, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctors, am just getting into the Twelfth. Not a big fan yet, but I will give him a chance. I didn’t go crazy with Doctor Who quotes in this story, but here’s one I like from the heroine, Lorna Randolph: “Maybe there’s truth to the DoctorWho assertion that time is ‘more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…stuff,’ rather than strictly linear, as we perceive it.”

Considering the hero, Hart Harrison, is from the 18th century, he’s not entirely certain what to do with her suggestion.

Other strong story influences: Edith's Theme, the hauntingly beautiful song from Crimson Peak, stirred this story in me long before I watched the movie, which was after I finished the book. I purposely waited until then before viewing the film. Several songs in the soundtrack also sent my imagination soaring, but that one really did. Scenes took shape in my mind, especially the ghostly dance I wrote in chapter one. I couldn't have conceived Somewhere My Lady without this music. But that’s not the only inspiration. There are many.

I’ve always been drawn to old homes, lived in them most of my life, and visited many others. I also love gardening and have sprawling beds filled with heirloom flowers and herbs. Some plants have been here for ages and our farm-house was built in the 1870's. The gardens in Somewhere My Lady are especially beautiful and I used herbs in the story. Old homes exude an indefinable sense of place. Families filled them with the emotions accompanying the events taking place in their lives. The walls witnessed their sagas, good and bad, and absorbed the energy. A much lived in home is never really empty. Perhaps the spirits of those who once dwelt there come back and visit, or they leave a part of themselves behind. I don't know, but I like a good ghost story.

Harrison Hall, the colonial era home in Somewhere My Lady, is loosely based on Shirley Plantation, a magnificent 18th century home built along the James River in Virginia. In the story, this wonderful manor sized house is a paranormal hot spot, concealing a deadly mystery Hart and Lorna must solve.

‘Somewhere My Lady is a fun supernatural romance that will have you slipping in and out of the past and future as if you were a spirit yourself.’’ ~Colleen’s Book Reviews
"Quite simply, one of the best paranormal, time slip stories I’ve ever had the pleasure to read." ~Splashes Into Books

Story Blurb: 
Lorna Randolph is hired for the summer at Harrison Hall in Virginia, where Revolutionary-War reenactors provide guided tours of the elegant old home. She doesn't expect to receive a note and a kiss from the handsome young man who then vanishes into mist.

Harrison Hall itself has plans for Lorna – and for Hart Harrison, her momentary suitor and its 18th century heir. Past and present are bound by pledges of love, and modern science melds with old skills and history as Harrison Hall takes Lorna and Hart through time in a race to solve a mystery and save Hart's life before the Midsummer Ball.~

Somewhere My Lady is available from all online booksellers. In Kindle at:  https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B071VTNC7V


Something about him held her spellbound…the tilt of his head, arch of his brow, glimpse of his profile… She followed his every move with the fixity of an owl.

He turned blue-gray eyes toward her and sensuous lips curved into a smile on his handsome face. Hands down. No contest. He was the hottest guy ever. Her heart beat a thrilling new rhythm.

He circled closer to where she stood rooted in the foyer, not moving a toe, scarcely drawing breath. Did he truly see her backed tremulously against the wall, or did it only feel that way?

Unlike the others in the ghostly assembly, his eyes didn’t skirt past her. He paused in the dance. Bending at the shoulders, he tipped his hand to her in a genteel flourish.

He’d freakin’ bowed. Her jaw dropped. He most definitely saw her. And she sure as heck saw him.

A sparking sizzle jumped between them, awakening her as she’d never been roused before. Even more than when the house charged through her at her arrival. It was as if she were plugged in—to him.

How that could be, she had no idea, but when he gazed into her eyes, time seemed to stop. She spiraled into moonless stars, and back again to this dizzying realm. To him. Even if she were dreaming, she’d never forget this moment.~

Somewhere My Lady is available from all major online booksellers. In Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-Lady-Ladies-Time-Book-ebook/dp/B071VTNC7V

Author Bio: Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by my human family and furbabies. An avid gardener, my love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into my work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of my inspiration. I’m especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American Revolution. And I love a good ghost story. In addition to Young Adult and New Adult fantasy romance, I also write historical, time travel, and paranormal romance, plus nonfiction.

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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

The Bruce Willis Encounter

We all have those moments when we encounter a celebrity. My moment came in the form of Bruce Willis.  I was directed by my boss to pick up Bruce Willis and Demi Moore at the airport and drive them to their destination. At the time, I thought - what a hoot! But that evening, after some deep reflection, my anxiety factor settled in. OMG! Why had I agreed to this? And even more important - what was I going to wear?  I had nothing and it was 10:00 at night so my chances of finding anything were nil. I searched my closet for hours, finally deciding on a dressy pantsuit with long flowing lines. I hardly slept all night and when the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m., I jumped from my bed and made ready.  I drove to the car rental place where I was given a van to drive. I'd never driven a van before!  I wasn't a secure driver! I'm a nervous driver, especially when driving a vehicle that I had no idea where even the windshield wipers were. 

Okay, so I'm waiting at the airport and I have the heat on high (my boss had told me to have the van warmed up).  They were late but finally the private jet came in.  My knees were shaking. My teeth were chattering. THE BIG MOMENT! Several people besides Bruce and Demi got off the plane and climbed into the van. Then came Bruce! OMG, my heart turned over. I can still remember the suit he was wearing and his composure. I don't know that I actually paid any attention to Demi, so enthralled with Bruce was I. He was even more handsome in real life than in movies and dressed to kill! 

They all were in the van and I got in, ready to drive.  Of course something bad had to happen!  I couldn't get the parking brake off, but the man sitting in the passenger seat obligingly reached over and fixed it.  We were on our way.  Slowly and carefully I drove to our destination. Somewhere along the way, Demi asked me to shut off the heater as she was baking back there!  I wasn't doing so well.

Okay, we made it to the point of debarkation. They all climbed out, Bruce in the rear, but at the last moment he stopped right by my seat, leaned over so he was about 5 inches from my face and said (as my heart was hammering in my chest): "Can you go to the nearest 7 Eleven and get me some Aleve?"

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled. I drove that van like a speedster and found a convenience store, bought a huge box of Aleve and drove like crazy back. Handed off the Aleve and walked back to work (they wanted to keep the van). 

It was several hours after that before my heart returned to its normal rate, but I have that encounter to remember. Bruce Willis! I drove Bruce Willis...and Demi too!

Be sure to check out my lastest scifi romance - Breeder Slave - sequel to The Chalice.  Available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Breeder-Slave-P-L-Parker-ebook/dp/B01N7YXDW9/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1499188573&sr=1-1&keywords=breeder+slave+by+p.l.+parker

Monday, June 19, 2017

Getting Ready for the Big Moment - Searching for Bigfoot/Aliens

I'm a little bit scifi so - okay, I admit! I am a believer in Bigfoot and aliens!

With an Amazon gift card I got for Christmas, I bought a telescope.  Haven't figured out how to use it yet, but at least I have the darn thing.  Took my hubby a couple of days to put it together. Amazing how many working parts a telescope has.  After much grumbling and a noticeable increase in his ability to swear, he got the thing put together.  

I imagine seeing aliens, tracking Bigfoot, being the first to prove these creatures are real! Now I'm checking out Bigfoot research groups in the area and also alien research groups! They have to be here! I have to find them!

Wish me luck in my endeavor.  I'm excited but what if I do actually encounter one or the other?  Will I be so excited then?

My latest SciFi Romance - Breeder Slave. Available now!

Monday, June 5, 2017

Monday Morsel - Lost in the Universe

Her only chance for survival was the fugitive breeder slave who wanted nothing to do with her.

Breeder Slave by P. L. Parker


“I hate to break it to you Mr. Romantic, but I haven’t been in here dreaming of the moment you storm through the door and ravage my trembling body.” She heaved a sigh damning poor timing and unrelieved sexual tension. “The only thing I want ravaging my body right now is that bed and about three rotations of uninterrupted sleep.”
            Like a schoolboy caught in the act, he shifted from foot to foot as a slow blush colored his pale cheeks. His head dipped, the long silver tresses covered his face. Biceps bunched as his hands fisted.
            His head lifted, the brilliant blue eyes blazed. “I have never wanted a female before. That choice was taken from me by those who called themselves my master.” The mobile lips twitched. “Forced breeding was just another atrocity those of us in captivity were expected to endure.”
            The blue gaze locked with hers as he took a few steps forward. “But I want you. Want you as I have never wanted another thing in my entire existence.”
            Now we’re talking!
            He continued. “I don’t know about softness or warmth…or what happens between a male and a female who desire each other. I only know that I want you so much my mind cannot think.”
            There it is! Her stomach spasmed. More than she’d expected—more than she imagined he’d ever admit.

P.L. Parker