Monday, July 22, 2013

A Family Affair--a post by new author Carra Copelin

By Carra Copelin
First I'd like to thank Sweethearts of the West for having me today and for allowing me to announce the launch of my first book, CODE OF HONOR. You are all so gracious.
Families. Sometimes we love 'em, sometimes we hate 'em, but in the end, if we're lucky, we all have 'em. There are a few sayings we throw around, Relatives and fish after three days . . . , You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family, or I can tease you and call you names, but I'll punch anybody else in the nose if they try. In our formative years, the family unit is important in giving us a sense of place or belonging and forms our ideas of relationship, loyalty and honor to each other.

When our country was in its early years and expanding to the West and Southwest, family took on an even greater meaning. Farms and ranches were miles from town isolating people. Working the land and animals was impossible without someone to lend a hand. Limited funds or no money at all precluded hiring the number of hands needed. Large families helped because, by having many children, they provided their own workforce.
There are, unfortunately, children who for one reason or another are without family. They end up in the "system" as we call it, being raised by foster families. Set in North Central Texas in the fictitious town of McTiernan, Code of Honor touches on Bridey McTiernan Benning and her husband Andrew. Early on in their marriage, they wanted a large number of children to dote on and to whom they could pass on the family McTiernan and Benning ranches. They learned shortly after their first child, Wyatt, was born that he would be an only child. Bridey and Andrew became foster parents and found their niche. The books in the series touch on the current lives of each foster or adopted child raised by this couple.

 The following is a blurb and an excerpt for my first Texas Code Series, CODE OF HONOR.
Graeme McAlister has returned home to Texas to discover why his foster brother overdosed on morphine and crashed the company jet. The idea makes no sense, but the NTSB and coroner's reports both confirm suicide. Graeme's determined to unearth the truth and return to Washington, D.C. but, when he sees his brother's widow, will he be able to handle the biggest revelation of all?

Graeme McAlister
A widow at the age of twenty-eight, Maggie Benning, resolves to establish a successful and independent life for herself and her five-year-old son, Andy. Her initial goal is getting back her RN job at the hospital ER where she was accused of stealing the drugs that killed her husband ten months ago. She's reconstructing her shattered life when Graeme McAlister comes back to McTiernan, Texas and stirs up old memories and feelings she thought long buried. Can she overcome past hurt and loss of trust to accept the possibility of a new love in her life?

Maggie Benning
Maggie took her place behind the scarred, antique oak bar. She tied a worn bleached-white apron over her jeans, gathered the empty glasses and bottles and swiped a bar towel over the sticky remnants of beer and mixed drinks spilled earlier in the afternoon.

She looked across the bar, through layers of swirled smoke, to the handful of customers sitting at tables surrounding the dance floor. Businessmen and good old boys exchanged stories from their day while enjoying the frigid indoor temperature, band members set up their equipment, and a few cowboys played pool off to the far right.

Two men sat at a table in a shadowed back corner, their heads angled close in deep conversation. It was too dark to see their faces, but they appeared almost angry at times, each taking his turn stabbing the tabletop with an index finger to make his point. Maggie wondered what their story was. Were they discussing a major transaction, ranchers making a deal or enemies settling a score?

Before her imagination could run any other direction, Harry walked up with a stack of clean towels. He placed them on a shelf behind the bar then stood between her and her curiosity, effectively blocking her view.
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Jaw clenched and tense as a bull rider waiting for the gate to spring open, Graeme stared at the drink in his hand as his older brother took verbal swings at his character.

"Now that you're back, do you have the balls to stay, or are you going to turn tail and disappear again?" With that final sarcastic shot, he finally shut-up.

Graeme pushed upright in his chair to loosen the kinks from his back and shoulders. Every muscle screamed a protest at being bunched in a knot.

Elliott's words stung like the slap of Andrew's hand the first time Graeme had openly defied an order. He supposed, in all fairness, his brother had a right to ask the question. Whether one was born a Benning or raised as one, family meant everything. And, while he hadn't had a choice on whether to go or stay, he hadn't been available when the family had needed him.

While Graeme didn't have an answer yet, he damn sure had a few questions of his own for Dallas County's Assistant District Attorney.

Graeme took a swig from his longneck as Elliott mirrored his actions. They were, he thought, like two grade school opponents sizing each other up on the playground at recess. Graeme swiped at the condensation on the beer bottle while deciding where to begin.

"So Wyatt never contacted you, at any time, before the crash? You had no idea he was in trouble?"

"No. Not a clue." Elliott shifted in his chair, repositioned his beer. His foster brother made it apparent that he was unaccustomed to being questioned. Either that or there was something else he wasn't saying.


"Nothing . . ." Elliott swiped at a water puddle under the bottle. "It's nothing."

"Look, if we're going to get to the bottom of this, we have to level with one another. What were you going to say?"

"You know Wyatt. He was never like the rest of us. He didn't act out, never bucked the system. He always kept things bottled up."

"Yeah, that goody two-shoes act used to piss me off. We could never wheedle anything out of him." Graeme shook his head and grinned.

"Well, it was the same thing this time, except…"

"Elliott," Graeme ground out his brother's name, huffed out a sigh in exasperation. "Stop dragging this out. What?"

"Maggie came to the office about a month prior to the accident. She asked me for the name of a good divorce attorney."

That news ripped through Graeme like a shot.  After digesting it for a minute, he asked, "Did you give her one?"

"Yeah, I did."

Graeme leaned toward the table, rested his forearms against the edge. "Did she go? Did she file?"

"No." Elliott picked up his bottle, drained its contents then answered sadly, "Whether or not she intended to, I don't know, because the next time I saw her, Wyatt was dead. Soon after the funeral, she moved in with that ditzy friend of hers like she didn't want anything to do with the family."

"Is that when you decided to charge her with theft of the morphine Wyatt likely overdosed with? When she was alone and vulnerable?"

Elliott scowled. "D.A. Harrison was relatively new in his job and still trying to impress the good people of Dallas County."

Snorting in disgust, Graeme ground out, "And he did it at Maggie's expense."

"Yeah, but not without cause. The drugs disappeared from the hospital's inventory and the investigators narrowed the time down to Maggie's shift."

"What did she have to say about that?"

"She denied stealing the drugs, of course."

"You don't really think she did, do you?"

"I don't want to, but . . . hell, I don't know," Elliott said with a sigh. "You knew her better when we were growing up. Do you think she's capable?"

Graeme pushed his chair away from the table. "I think I should talk to Maggie to get her side of the story."

Elliott leaned back in his own chair, sported a grin, and glanced past him. "Somehow I don't think you'll have to go far."

Graeme swiveled around to see Maggie standing behind the bar.  While he tried to decide whether to go up to her now or wait until tomorrow, Maggie looked out across the room and made eye contact.
Thank you for visiting Sweethearts of the West blog today. I hope you enjoyed my post and excerpt for my book, CODE OF HONOR, which is available at 
on in ebook and paperback and at  
on for print.

In honor of my book launch, I'm offering a free download from Amazon to one person who comments on this post. Please remember to leave your email if you wish to be considered for the drawing.
Currently, I'm working on the second book in the Texas Code Series, CODE OF CONSCIENCE.
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Tags: Texas, Carra Copelin, family, CODE OF HONOR, Southwest, foster children


  1. Welcome Carra! You are so right, families are important. I'm grateful for mine, and I know you are for yours.

    Your book is terrific. I can't wait for book two!

  2. Morning, Lyn! Our families are our treasures, our own pot of gold.

    I'm glad you liked Maggie and Graeme's story. Thanks!

  3. Welcome, Cara! I love stories with a lot of foster children raised in them. In some cases they seem closer than blood brothers and sisters.

    I enjoyed your excerpt and need to read more!

  4. Great excerpt, Carra, and I love the foster children family unit concept. Congratulations and I cannot wait to read Code of Homor and other books in the series. The photos were great, too. :).

  5. Linda, I know there are so many instances where the foster system tragically breaks down and doesn't work. I wanted to develop a story line where it does and follow each individual as they live using that solid support system.

    I'm glad you liked the excerpt. You're name is in the hopper!

  6. Ashley, thank you for your encouragement and support. Good to see you here today!

  7. Hi Carra, So nice to meet you today. You are so right about family. We lost quite a few in a few short years. I miss those days when we used to anticipate family to arrive.

    Your story sounds to be a great plotline with interesting characters. I wish you luck with lots of sales.

  8. Carra--I'm intrigued by your stories following foster children. It's a unique idea, and from the looks of the great cover and the excerpt, you're off to a great start. Thanks for being out guest today--you seem like one of us~!Haha.

  9. Paisley, I know what you mean about missing family members. While writing this post, I thought of long ago family reunions. We don't do those anymore and I miss getting together.

    Thank you for your comment today!

  10. Cute, Celia, I actually feel like one of the gang! Thanks for having me here today, I appreciate the warm welcome and encouragement. ;-)

  11. Hi Carra, congrats on the release! I can tell from the blurb and the excerpt that you've got a winner going here. We sweethearts sure welcome you and hope y'all come back now!

  12. Hi Carra, congrats on the release! I can tell from the blurb and the excerpt that you've got a winner going here. We sweethearts sure welcome you and hope y'all come back now!

  13. Hi Carra! You are a new to me author which I love finding. I really enjoyed the excerpt. I'd love to be entered to win it. Thanks for the chance.

    mlawson17 at Hotmail dot com

  14. Carra, You know I loved this book. Now I am eagerly awaiting the next book in your Code series.

  15. Tanya, I love guesting on Sweethearts. Thanks!

  16. Martha, I'm so glad you stopped by and happy you liked the excerpt. Your name just tumbled into the hopper. Good luck!

  17. Caroline, Thank you, I'm glad to have you in my corner!

  18. Great excerpt! Congratulations on your first release!

    Morgan Mandel

  19. Thank you, Morgan, It's great to see you here. Glad you liked the excerpt!

  20. What a fascinating subject matter. I grew up in a large family. Highly recommended.


  21. Mary, thank you for visiting Sweethearts of the West and my post today. I'm from a small family and many times wondered what it would've been like to have additional siblings. Hope to see you here again!


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