Kat Martin joins us today to chat about writing dialogue and share an excerpt from her newest book, Beyond Control. (read PJ's review)
Writing Dialogue
One of
the questions I’m commonly asked is how do you write dialogue? No question, dialogue between characters can
be tricky. Each character has a unique
voice that is distinct from others in the book.
Since I’ve
never been particularly good at description, letting the characters tell the
story is my favorite way to craft a novel.
Of
course there has to be narration, ways to move the story forward and set the
scene. A lot of writers simply have a
different way of telling a tale, maybe through a single character’s actions and
observations or just a majority of narrative. But if you want to move the book forward
through dialog, here are a few helpful tricks.
First,
enter the scene late and leave early.
Readers don’t want to hear “How are you?” “I am fine.”
Second,
once the characters start talking, let them talk--you can always delete or
alter the conversation later. But the
fun is in hearing what the characters have to say.
Third, something
I’m careful about, try not to overwork unfinished sentences. “What do you mean you didn’t--“ Or “I don’t think you should--“
What? Readers can’t read minds. Yes, this is how people talk in real life,
but your job is to make it sound like
real conversation while it’s actually more fleshed out, easier to understand.
Fourth, be
sure to use conjunctions to make the character’s speech sound more real. Unless you have a character who says things
like “I cannot do that,” use “can’t” or “won’t,” or “don’t” or whatever.
So now
that you know some of tricks, you just have to listen to your characters and
get them talking in your head--which I think is at least partly determined by
how you describe them.
Once I
sat in front of the post office with the car windows rolled up and tried to
hear the voice of every person walking out.
It was amazing--no two voices sounded the same! A strange story but true.
So
listen to the voices in your head.
That’s my best advice. And just
keep writing. It gets easier as you go
along.
Excerpt
Beyond Control
Iron River
Ranch
Iron Springs, Texas
Victoria Bradford drove the old blue Chevy Malibu along the
two lane road. Up ahead, a sign hung
above a narrow dirt track running off to the west, IRON RIVER RANCH.
“Are we there yet, Mama?”
Ivy, her four year old daughter, had asked at a dozen times since they’d
left the Walmart parking lot in Iron Springs.
The ten mile drive didn’t take long, but to a four year old who’d been
in the car for days, they couldn’t reach their destination soon enough.
“We’re very close, sweetheart. This is the turn, right here.” Tory checked the gas gauge as the wheels left
the pavement and started rumbling over the bumpy dirt road. Less than an eighth of a tank. She hoped the ranch wasn’t much farther.
More than that, she prayed the job hadn’t already been
filled.
She sighed as the aging Malibu rolled along. She was basically in bumfrick Egypt,
ten miles north of Nowhere Springs, almost out of gas, with twenty three
dollars and thirty three cents in her wallet.
Last night, without enough money for a motel room and afraid
to use her credit cards for fear Damon would somehow track her, they’d slept in
the car in the Walmart parking lot. As
soon as the McDonald’s opened, she had pulled into the drive-thru and bought
Sausage McMuffins, then driven out to the ranch to somehow convince the owner
to hire a woman with a daughter and no actual ranching experience.
She thought of the ad in the paper she had spotted last
night on the counter in the Iron Springs Café.
If she somehow managed to get the job, it would be perfect. Besides a steady paycheck and the ranch being
way off the grid, the position included the use of a double-wide trailer.
After being on the road for the past three weeks, living out
of motel rooms and suitcases, the trailer sounded like a palace.
“Look, Mama, there it is!”
Ivy pointed toward the cluster of buildings up ahead, a couple of barns,
several fenced training arenas, and a two-story home with dormer windows and a
covered porch running the length out in front.
A double-wide sat fifty yards away.
Vast stretches of open green pastureland surrounded the
complex where horses and cattle grazed, and there were ponds and woodlands in
the distance, and dense copses of trees.
The Chevy bumped over the last patch of road, pulled up in
front of the house, and Tory quickly turned off the engine. No use wasting what little gas she had
left.
“Mama, there’s a man over there by the barn.”
Her gaze swung in that direction. There was, indeed, a man. The noisy buzz of a saw covered the sound of
their arrival, giving her time to assess him.
Shirtless, he was working with his back to them, broad,
tanned, and muscled above a narrow waist that disappeared into a pair of faded
jeans. The jeans hugged a round behind
and long, powerful legs.
He was tall, she saw
when he straightened away from his work and walked into the barn, with medium
brown hair cut short. She got her first
look at his face when he walked back out, handsome, with a solid jaw and
masculine features, at least three days’ growth of whiskers.
The front of him was just as impressive as the back, a broad
chest with solid pecs, muscular biceps, and six pack abs.
Unease filtered through her.
This was a strong, powerful male.
She knew first hand what a man like that could do to a woman.
Tory forced down the notion.
Not all men were like Damon.
Before she’d met him, she had been married to a good and decent man, the
father of her child. Jamie Bradford, her
high school sweetheart, was one of the gentlest people she’d ever known. Her father was a good man, before he’d fallen
in love with his secretary and divorced her mother, leaving the two of them alone.
Tory took a courage-building breath. “Stay here, sweetheart.” Cracking open the car door, she slid out from
behind the wheel. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Everything’s going to be okay.”
She hoped.
Ivy sank down in her booster seat, trying to make herself
invisible. Tory had survived the fights,
arguments, and finally the brutal beating Damon had given her that had put her
in the hospital. Though he had never
hurt Ivy, the little girl had seen the results of his mistreatment, leaving her
with an unnatural fear of men.
Tory glanced at the big, thick-chested male striding toward
her, shrugging into a blue denim shirt.
Ivy would be terrified of him. If
there was any other way, she would climb back in the car and just drive
away.
There wasn’t. Tory
started walking, meeting the man half way.
She glanced around but didn’t see a soul besides the big man in front of
her. Her uneasiness returned but she
forced it away.
“May I help you?” he asked, and she thought that at least he
was polite.
“My name is Tory Ford.
I’m looking for Joshua Cain. Is
that you?” He had blue eyes and a cleft
in his chin. From a purely physical
standpoint, the man was flat out hot.
“I’m Josh Cain. What
can I do for you?”
“I saw your ad in the Iron Springs Gazette. You’re looking for
a stable hand. I’m here to apply for the
job.”
He just shook his head.
“I’m afraid it’s a man’s job, Ms. Ford.
Mucking out stalls and cleaning tack, feeding the livestock. It isn’t something you’d want to do.”
“Work isn’t supposed to be fun, Mr. Cain. That’s why they call it work. I can muck out stalls, clean tack, and feed
stock as well as anyone else.”
“Sorry. I’m looking
for a man. I appreciate you’re coming
out, but--“
“There are laws, Mr. Cain.
Equal rights for women. Have you
never heard of that? Lawsuits against
discrimination?”
His jaw hardened. His
eyebrows came down in a frown. “Are you
kidding me? You’re going to sue me
because I won’t hire you to shovel horseshit out of the barn?”
She could feel the heat creeping into her cheeks. With her fair skin, and fiery red hair, there
was no way to hide her embarrassment.
She looked him straight in the face. “I need this job, Mr. Cain. I need the house that comes with it.” She forced herself to smile. “Why don’t we compromise? You give me three days to prove I’m up to the
job. If I’m not, I won’t give you
anymore trouble. Three days. If you don’t think I can handle the work,
I’ll leave. I won’t argue, I’ll just
go.”
A muscle jerked in his cheek. He didn’t like being pressured. He looked at her hard, then those condemning
blue eyes traveled over her shoulder to something behind her.
“Who is that?”
She didn’t have to turn to know Ivy had climbed out of the
car. Like Tory, she was small for her
age, but her hair was blond instead of red, and her eyes were blue instead of
green.
“That’s my daughter.
She’s only four.” Desperate now,
she could feel her heart throbbing softly inside her ribs. “We need a place, Mr. Cain. I’ll work hard. I’ll do whatever you need done. Just give me a chance.”
He swore the f-word under his breath, not loud enough for
Ivy to hear. Damon wouldn’t have
cared. She clung to the hope that
represented.
“What do you plan to do with your daughter while you’re
working? You can’t leave her in the house
alone.”
Tory glanced wildly around.
She had known this would be a problem.
Before, she’d had money enough to hire a sitter or there was day care
for employees’ kids.
She looked at the
fenced yard off to the side in front of the trailer. The grass was sparse and in need of a
trim. Maybe he’d had a dog or something,
but it was clean and empty now. The
weather was still good and there was a little gazebo with a table and benches
in the middle. She’d be able to keep an
eye on Ivy while she was working.
“She could play in the yard.
She likes to color and she already reads kids’ books. She wouldn’t be any trouble. If this works out, I’ll have money to pay for
a sitter.”
Cain looked at Ivy, paced away then back. “Dammit.”
“It’s just three days.
If I do a good job, you won’t have to search for someone else.”
He ran a hand over his short brown hair, paced away, then
walked back. “Did you sleep in your car
last night?”
She refused to answer.
She didn’t want charity from Cain for anyone else.
“Fine,” he said.
“You’ve got three days. But I’m
not cutting you any slack. You do a
man’s job for a man’s pay. If you can’t
hack it, you’re out of here.”
And from the look on his face, he was clearly hoping she
would fail. Hell, maybe she would.
She managed to fake a smile.
“Okay, it’s a deal.” She stuck
out her hand to seal the bargain, for a moment didn’t think he was going to
shake. Then he sighed and took hold of
her hand, not too hard, just firm enough to let her know he was in charge.
“You start tomorrow morning.
Six A.M. sharp. There’s enough
food in the trailer to last a few days.
I’ll bring you a quart of milk.
After that, board’s on you. If
you’re still here, you’ll need to make a trip into town for groceries.”
Relief filtered through her, so strong it made her head swim. She had a place to stay where no one would
look for her. She had a job, which meant
food and whatever necessities they needed.
If he kept her on, she’d find a sitter to watch Ivy. She’d have time to figure things out, make a
new plan.
She took a step back, set an arm around her little girl’s
shoulders and drew her forward. “This is
my daughter, Ivy. Ivy, this is Mr.
Cain.”
“Hello, Ivy,” he said.
He had an unusual voice, deep and resonate, but at the same time soft
and oddly compelling.
Ivy shrunk back.
“Say hello, honey,” Tory said.
“I don’t want to stay.
I want to go.” Clinging to Tory’s
waist, she burrowed into her.
“She’s shy,” Tory said.
“The trailer’s unlocked,” Cain said. “It’s clean and ready to go.”
“Thank you.”
He turned and started striding back to the barn. She probably should be at least a little
afraid of him. Oddly, she wasn’t.
Then again, she hadn’t been afraid of Damon, either.
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Beyond Control
By Kat Martin
Publisher: Zebra
Release Date: May 29, 2018
Victoria Bradford and her four-year-old daughter are on the run from Tory's abusive ex-fiancé. Seventy miles north of Dallas, the Iron River Ranch is pretty much nowhere, exactly what Josh Cain wanted when he came back from Afghanistan. Big skies, quiet nights, no trouble.
When Tory shows up with her adorable little girl, Josh realizes he is in for trouble of the most personal kind. But Josh has seen trouble before, and he doesn't scare easy. Not when "accidents" start happening around the ranch. Not when Tory's best friend is abducted. Not even when he realizes their troubles are only the tip of the iceberg.
