Now He’s Crying In His Beer

In this series it’s actually whiskey. Very expensive whiskey. 

The title of this blog post is just a modern phrase. The men in my book tend to drink whiskey and wine instead of beer. Ale was actually more common at the time, but I’ll leave that discussion for another day.

More than one.

Yes, there’s more than one poor sap in CounterClockwise who didn’t see what he had and took steps back when he should’ve been taking steps forward.

This happens under different circumstances, but usually the root of the problem is that the man has his eye on a lady, while he’s already married to another, and then creates such a tangled up mess that the web spins around his legs and he falls flat on his face.

Richard Merriton.

He’s behaving badly. That’s all there is to it. He’s the spoiled son of rich New York parents and used to getting everyone he wants. Unfortunately, there’s one thing he can’t seem to have – his cake and eat it too.

Married to Connie, Richard realized right away that he was still very attracted to his former sweetheart, Cynthia, when he returned to NYC. Their affair started and caused a scandal that shocked the prim and proper folk of his class.

But things turned dark and ugly for Richard when Cynthia discovered she was carrying his child, and used that to try to gain power over him.

Richard and his mother, Gertrude, agree on a rather evil solution to the problem of Richard’s illegimate child, and take measures that they believe will result in the end of Cynthia’s claim of carrying a Merriton child, and, rid themselves of an threat Cynthia may pose in the future.

That does not bring Connie running back to him – much to his dismay. Instead, he finds that he will have to dig down deep and muster up the courage to swallow his pride and pursue his wife and daughter – or come to terms with the possibiity of losing them forever.

Now, as Book # 3 begins, Richard is surely crying in his beer when he thinks about how he destroyed the faith Connie had in him, and possibly destroyed his very soul in the process.

Tracy Douglas Allen.

Born to parents who were poor and struggling, Tracy grew tall and handsome, and sang like an angel come to Earth. His scheming, but actually kind-hearted, Uncle Cleetus, taught him how to cheat at poker and how to lie and keep a straight face.

Fortunately for Tracy, he was a quick study and mastered both of those skills by time he was in his early teens. But disaster struck when both Tracy’s parents died, and with Cleetus having met his own demise when his card-cheating was discovered, Tracy found himself alone in the world with nothing but his wits to get him by.

Moving to New York, Tracy got a job at a high-class restaurant and began singing as he served the beautifully prepared dishes. Everyone loved this giant of a man with the rich voice who waiting on them with so much grace.

Marrying a woman he did not begin to love, Tracy moved his wife and children to a large ranch that was just beyond the U.S. border to the western region of the country. Well-guarded and cared for though they were, Tracy rarely ever saw them, and in fact lived the life of an unemcumbered man.

There seemed to be an almost endless stream of women who fell head over heels for The Big Baritone (as he was later nicknamed), but, it’s when he meets an older woman, Nora Wells, that he finally has to reckon with The Devil.

Much like Richard Merriton, Tracy Douglas Allen lets his pride and his fear of needing someone get in the way of what could be a blessing from Heaven. And in his case, the story goes on to reveal how much Tracy really does need that blessing.

The plot thickens.

Oh surely it does. My characters are created as if they were 3-dimensional beings who walk around and tell you their stories – which all twist and turn in shocking ways.

I love creating this series and I’m happy to say that it will go on for quite a few more volumes!


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