Congratulations, Gail!
Indigo Sky is an enthralling glimpse of what life was like for women in the 1860s. My heart was breaking for Leila, and it was beating for Rork, who not only recognized her independent streak but admired it. And for those like me who prefer to hold a book in their hands, Indigo Sky is now out in print with Soulmate Publishing. It's also out on Audible and Gail is offering a free copy in exchange for an honest review. Leave her a message right here.
It's based on the events in the life of Albert Bierstadt, nineteenth-century Hudson River artist,
his painting, The Domes of Yosemite,
and his travels with a friend from New York to Yosemite, and the romance that
ensued between him and his friend’s wife.
In a whirlwind
romance, a lovely New York socialite marries a fêted, debonair author. But
beneath the charm is a cheating husband addicted to hasheesh. Her dream
marriage turns sour and the simplicity of her life runs amok when a handsome
stranger, her husband’s business partner, threatens her staunch loyalty to her
wayward husband. When she faces the ugly truth about her marriage, her need to
finalize her divorce sends her on mad chase across the wilds of nineteenth
century America with a handsome stranger—she learns hard lessons of murder,
kidnapping and more that almost destroy her.
Excerpt
Dawn finally
broke, and Leila sat listlessly on the pallet. Would today be the day she was
raped? Death was preferable.
Little Star
peeked through the doorway and crooked her finger. “Come.”
Leila crawled
out and blinked against the strong light. Rising stiffly, she stretched,
enjoying the sun on her face. She smiled at children laughing and playing
between the tipis.
A group of
women waited for her. “You bathe.”
Bathe? Leila
almost laughed with relief.
The women led
her silently to a copse of trees. A stream gurgled over rocks. They stripped
her clothes off, urged her into a deep pool and washed her with a chunk of herb
scented soap.
She reveled in
the cold water until an elder hustled her out, drying her with scraps of soft
hide.
Stony faced,
the elder worried her gums and mumbled something rubbing herb oils on Leila’s
body. Deep crevices on her face sagged in a perpetual expression of discontent.
The elder peered over Leila, her small black eyes glittered with malice. She
rattled off in an angry tirade.
One of the
young women giggled behind slim fingers.
Leila glanced from
one to the other. “What did she say?”
Little Star
arrived with a hide garment over her arm and handed it to the elder. “She say
you white like chicken fat, and don’t know why Red Arrow want you.”
The truth
dawned on Leila. This was the moment she’d dreaded. She backed away holding up
her palms. “N—no!”
Snarling, the
elder grabbed Leila and issued brief instructions. The other women hastily
pulled the buckskin dress over her head. Beads and feathers decorated the soft
garment. Had circumstances been different, the dress would have delighted
Leila. The women took her arms and led her back to the lodge.
Red Arrow
stood in the center of a clearing between the tipis, hands behind his back,
black eyes impassive.
Leila’s heart
pounded and she hung back. The women shoved her and she fell to her knees at
the warrior’s feet. “I—I will not be your woman—your whore.” She took his
callused hand. “Please, I have a husband.”
He shook her
off. “You obey.”
“I
can’t—won’t!”
Red Arrow
looked at Hook Nose. The leader nodded at a group of warriors. They stepped
forward and hauled Leila up, dragging her from the clearing.
She twisted
around. “What are they going to do to me?” She cried.
For you
viewing pleasure, here’s the Indigo Sky trailer;
The deadline is fast approaching to RSVP for the reception.
Gail
Ingis writes historical romance, loves history, and romance, of course. Her
weekly blog frequently contains historical content. A native of Brooklyn, New
York, Gail’s early days began and ended with writing, drawing and music. Her
inspiration to write came from books gifted to her by an aunt. But life had
other ideas.
After graduating from the New York School of Interior Design
with a BFA in Interior Architecture and Design and with master’s studies in
Architecture and Design Criticism at The New School (Parsons), she worked in
interior design and architecture, and founded a school, the Interior Design
Institute. Twice asked by publishers to write a textbook, her efforts were
thwarted by a heavy schedule.
She resides in Connecticut with her scientist-writer
husband. She and her husband love to travel and do ballroom dancing, a recent
commitment. Gail is working on another historic romance about cowboys,
wranglers and ranches.
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