Thursday, February 10, 2011

meet Caprice Hokstad



Caprice is a stay-at-home-mom from southern California. She currently lives with her husband, three children, a dog, a cat, two rats, a leopard gecko, and a tankful of guppies—all in a mobile home. She is due to become a grandmother in March.

You can find Caprice online at
www.Latoph.com,
www.UnderseaAdventure.net,
www.caprice.splashdownbooks.com,
www.facebook.com/capricehokstad





The Duke's Handmaid


All the young orphan wanted was security in a world that destroyed her family and left her alone and homeless. Can the simple farmgirl find a new family through voluntary enslavement to the duke's household? Crafted in a highly precise writing style so smooth it slips right from the page into your imagination, this fantastical storyworld examines timeless social issues that inform global justice today.




Here's an excerpt of The Duke's Handmaid:

Twin moons hung in slivered crescents, peeking through the scattered clouds. Fog flowed from the coast in wispy pseudopodia toward the inland woods. Leafless branches cast oddly twisted shadows in the wan moons’ light. Early evenfall should have lent Keedrina more security. It didn’t.
The shadows plagued her and she was sure she heard voices in the forest. Her heartbeat quickened at the prospect of discovery. If Mother found out, she’d beat her harder than a muddy rug and lock her indoors for several years. Keedrina pressed on through the thickets, resisting the urge to run. Running would draw more attention if she was right about being watched and not merely being paranoid.

Six months of clever artifice, though rewarding, came with a price. The strain of constant deception wore on Keedrina’s nerves; she’d never meant it to go on this long. She’d only wanted to meet the Elva farmhands that worked the field by her house, to talk to them a little. The reading lessons weren’t even her idea. Botlop had offered when she admitted she couldn’t read the note he brought her.
She should tell him. Keedrina bit her lip, considering just how to bring it up. She wasn’t who he thought. She wasn’t even what he thought.

She crouched at the edge of the wood to allow the pounding in her chest to subside. Warily, she glanced over her shoulder. No one had followed; nothing seemed awry. She inhaled deeply, stood, gazed one last time at the forest, then turned and stepped into the clearing. Keedrina sat on a weathered bench in an abandoned gazebo and lit three votive candles, sheltering them from the wind in clay cups. This meeting spot was far enough from home that Mother had never caught her and Botlop likely assumed the nearby farm was her family’s. Keedrina never disabused him of that notion.

She looked up and scanned the darkening horizon. Botlop always came as soon as he finished work. Throughout the summer and harvest it had been light at this hour, but the days grew shorter as winter impended.

Botlop waved as he approached. He was lean and vigorous; wisps of curly black hair dangled over his brow, his buckskins an inch too short for his legs. Keedrina waved back, then checked her dark brown braid as she lowered her hand. It was still pinned over her ear. He arrived and flashed a winning smile. His gray eyes sparkled in the candlelight. Keedrina smiled, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of what he carried.

“Well, Keedrina, you’ve read just about everything I can lay hands on. This is the last book I can find.”

Though she longed to read more, Keedrina found herself strangely relieved. She still hungered as much as ever to learn about the intriguing yet forbidden Elva. Maybe if they limited their clandestine meetings to once a week, she wouldn’t feel so guilty. She’d have to find a way to dampen her mother’s growing hopes that she aspired toward the magehood. Using communing with the Wood Nymphs as an excuse to leave the house every evening had created an unexpected backlash in that respect. But could she continue to deceive the young man who’d been so patient with her?

“Thank you, Botlop. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for all your time and trouble to help me.”

Botlop sat and scooted close to her on the bench. “Maybe now you’d let me meet your parents?” He took her hand.

“I’d like to ask them if I could court you, Keedrina.”

Her jaw dropped. She looked down at her feet as she disengaged her hand from his. Even if she loved him, even if she were old enough, it would still be impossible. “B-Botlop? I c-can’t.”

He sighed. “What is it? I’ll have land one day. I’d take good care of you. I thought you liked me.”

Of course she liked him—as a teacher and a friend. But that wasn’t what he meant. She weighed using her age as excuse, but that would have led to her secret. If she were Elva, sixteen would be old enough to marry. Somehow, the secret she had minutes earlier hoped to disclose now seemed cruel to consider divulging. She took a quick breath. “I like you, Botlop, but I’m really not worthy of you. You don’t know anything about my family. I’m sorry. I never dreamed you felt this way. I didn’t mean to mislead you.”

Botlop fumbled with the tattered book. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came. Suddenly, he stood and turned, scanning the farmlands. Keedrina looked up, startled by his abrupt rise. He set a staying hand to her arm as she began to stand. Keedrina frowned. She heard nothing but the wind sighing through bare branches. She searched the shadows but found nothing amiss in the encroaching night.

Botlop suddenly bolted, issuing a warning as he ran. “Stay here.”

Keedrina was bewildered. Why would he run off like that? Surely it wasn’t because of her awkward rebuff? She kept her seat until she heard something—far off screams and unintelligible commotion. Keedrina stood and ran after Botlop.

She could hardly see the ground in front of her, but the further she ran down the dirt path, the more her dread increased. As she passed a line of trees, she saw her farmhouse in the distance—on fire. Fear for her family flooded her mind. Horror quickened her footsteps to a frenzied pace.

You can purchase The Duke's Handmaid from Amazon.

Caprice is giving away a copy of The Duke's Handmaid. To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.


22 comments:

diana said...

This book already grabbed me from reading the excerpt! I love to read authors that I haven't already had the privilege of doing so...gets me out of my rut of reading the same thing all the time. Please enter me.

dianalflowers@aol.com

Maureen said...

Wow! This sounds different from what I usually read. Please include me!


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cjajsmommy said...

Great excerpt. I want to know what happens next. Please enter my name in the drawing.

Marianne said...

Just the first sentence of the explanation grabbed my imagination! Would lov to win this book. Thankyou for the chance

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Mona said...

Sounds intriguing. Enjoyed the excerpt and can picture the scene in my mind.

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Charity U said...

Please enter me!

Charity U said...

Please enter me!

diana said...

I really would love to win this book!



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apple blossom said...

sounds interesting. love to be included in this drawing. thanks

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Meredith said...

Great excerpt! I'd love to read the rest!

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lgm52 said...

Sounds great!
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diana said...

Caprice is adorable and her book sounds really good. I really would love to win it! It is written on my wishlist along with several others!


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debijackson said...

please count me in

Atypical Girl said...

Sounds like a good book. I love her plethora of pets...a lady after my own heart!

Amy // artsyrockerchick at aim dot com

diana said...

BTW Carman sent me!


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sugarplumtree032000@yahoo.com said...

i like medieval books please put me in the drawing.

Jane said...

This looks really good! Please enter me!

Jane
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windycindy said...

Her books sounds quite interesting
because it is a fantastical storyworld that looks at timeless
social issues...
Thanks bunches!
Cindi
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Evangeline Han said...

Carman sent me! Please enter me. Judging from the excerpt, this book seems pretty interesting.

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Hannah said...

Carman sent me and I would love a chance at winning this book!

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diana said...

Happy Birthday, Jim! I entered your book title in Patty's email!

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Wynter said...

Please enter me to win this book

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