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About the author:
Brittany Jo James was born and raised in the small town of Idabel, Oklahoma. She is happily married to her high school sweetheart, Conlee, who is now a soldier in the United States Air Force. They share two rowdy sons, Jagger and Jett. Her life revolves around living for God, caring for her family and writing, writing, writing. The James family is currently residing near Anchorage, Alaska until the USAF decides otherwise.
What inspired you to write your book?
The title was inspired by my daddy. When I was growing up, I had a tendency to be difficult, stubborn, proud, haughty and quite ornery. My mother would say, “I just don’t know how she’ll ever make it in this world.” With that, my daddy always said, “Well, at least she’s pretty…” In At Least I’m Pretty, Emerald is very much the same way with a similar relationship with her father. I knew the phrase would be just as dear to her as it was to me.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The Prince of Moldavia opened his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, the beautiful blond was gone again. “How can I find her?” He asked.
“You can’t, boy. You can’t find a girl like Emerald Baillie. If she wants to be found, she’ll find you!” Vanda said simply with a shrug.
“What do you mean? That is what I came here for. I must find her,” he begged.
Vanda leaned in and chuckled, “You’ll search for her your whole life, even if you marry her. Believe me, she is only found if she wants to be. That is just the way Emerald is. Don’t worry, I believe you’ll see her soon, just be patient. Now, rush home immediately before you are caught here. Don’t you know how foolish you are? You’re in a campground surrounded by hundreds of people who hate you. Now run before I have you killed!”
Prince Dimitrie didn’t make the old woman repeat her words. He jumped up and ran from the tent. He darted through the camp, passing the one he heard mysterious giggles from several minutes before. The Prince didn’t look behind him or even wince this time as he felt his legs carry him into the cool fog and although he couldn’t even see two inches in front of his face he never slowed his speed.
He emerged from the thick haze unscathed and voiced a quick prayer of relief as he neared Suceava where his favorite steed was stabled. He jumped onto the back of his long-legged horse, Wind Storm, and galloped into the night. The Prince didn’t look back or take a full breath until he was safe in his grand master chamber at Praising Place an hour later.