Sunday, April 30, 2017

FEATURED AUTHOR: PATTI LARSEN


ABOUT THE BOOK

A Poo Poo Kind of Morning

I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon.

Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that.

“At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?”

Fiona Fleming hasn’t lived in Reading, Vermont in over a decade, her escape from small town living leading her to New York City and a life of adventure. An adventure that has left her with no career, an ex who cheated on her and zero plans for the future. Her grandmother’s death grants her a new chance–inheriting Petunia’s, Iris Fleming’s bed and breakfast, seems like the ideal fresh start. But when Fee finds out ownership of the property Iris willed her might be in question, she’s drawn into the seedy underbelly of the cutest town in America after being singled out as the main suspect in a murder.







GUEST POST WITH PATTI LARSEN


I love writing long series. It’s just the way I’m wired. I find it hard to let go of characters I fall in step with, especially those that really tug at my heart. And Fiona is no exception. I knew from the moment she started chatting with me in her snarky, sarcastic way we’d be hanging out together for a fair stretch. She was my kind of girl. Sharp witted, a bit awkward, genuine and full of curiosity and that natural propensity for trouble that gave me endless story fodder. But I had no idea there were twelve books in her series until she laid it all out for me.

One book for each month of the year, over a three year period, her time. Okay then, Fee. If you say so.

Nice of her to be so accommodating. Because not all of my characters are, to be honest. I have one in particular who holds back most of what I need to know, only trickling out a book at a time. Fee, on the other hand? Not a secret between us. And just as well, too. Especially since she expected me to write them all very quickly and close together.

So, the secret thing? I should have known better. I was halfway through book two when she pointed out there was actually a thirteenth and oh, apologies, had she failed to mention that?

Grumble, mumble, bossy characters and building timelines.

Mind you, I’m not really complaining. How fun is it to spend all that time in a place you start to know as well as your own hometown, with people that make you laugh or get riled up or even set you off in tears? To brand out covers and swag and paperbacks all lined in a row, readers who beg for just one more adventure, when turning off the lights of that particular world seems unfair and too painful to consider?

So. Much. Fun.

We have lots of time before I have to say goodbye. And I have a feeling she’s going to fight me tooth and nail when the day comes we reach the end of #13 and it’s over.

Because by the end of book two, Fee whispered to me that thirteen might not be enough. I think I agree with her.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Patti Larsen is an award-winning author with a passion for the voices in her head. Now with over 80 titles in happy publication, she lives on the East coast with her patient husband and multitude of pets.

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Friday, April 28, 2017

FEATURED AUTHOR: WILLIAM R. LEIBOWITZ



ABOUT THE BOOK

REVERED     REVILED      REMARKABLE

The victim of an unspeakable crime, an infant rises to become a new type of superhero.  Unlike any that have come before him, he is not a fanciful creation of animators, he is real. 

So begins the saga of Robert James Austin, the greatest genius in human history.  But where did his extraordinary intelligence come from?

As agents of corporate greed vie with rabid anti-Western radicals to destroy him, an obsessive government leader launches a bizarre covert mission to exploit his intellect.  Yet Austin’s greatest fear is not of this world.

Aided by two exceptional women, one of whom will become his unlikely lover, Austin struggles against abandonment and betrayal.  But the forces that oppose him are more powerful than even he can understand.

Miracle Man was named by Amazon as one of the Top 100 Novels of 2015, an Amazon Top 10 thriller, an Amazon bestseller and an Amazon NY Times bestseller. 





INTERVIEW WITH WILLIAM R. LEIBOWITZ


William, what's your favorite thing about the writing process?

The opportunity to create characters that take on lives of their own in the minds of readers.

Do you write every day?
No, but when I’m not writing I’m often thinking about the plot and where it should go.

What do you think is hardest aspect of writing a book?

Keeping the reader wanting to turn the pages—to read “just one more chapter.”

Do you have any marketing tips you could pass on to indie authors?
I think virtual book tours are worthwhile.  I found out the hard way that Google Ad Words have a very low conversion rate from clicks to book purchases.

How do you feel about Facebook?
I think it is a good way to spread the word.

Would you make a good character in a book?

Probably too good.  That worries me.

What do you love about where you live?
I live in a small seaside town.  The beach is gorgeous.

I'm jealous. What’s your favorite fast food?
Pizza for sure.


What’s your favorite beverage?
After 8 pm –Bombay Gin.

Where is your favorite place to visit?

Gloucester, Massachusetts.


Do you give your characters any of your bad traits?

Yes – the protagonist in my novel, Miracle Man, has all of my bad traits.  Fortunately for him, he has many good traits that I don’t have.

What would your main character say about you?

I think we would get along famously although he’s far more intelligent than I am.

Who is your favorite fictional character?

James Bond.


If you had a talk show who would your dream guest be?
Ian Fleming.


What’s one thing that very few people know about you?

I’m a terrific ping-pong player.


How do you like your pizza?

Pepperoni, thin crisp crust.


What are your favorite foods?
Grilled lamp chops; any kind of cheese; virtually anything that is fried; and Italian food generally.


What do others say about your driving?
There is unanimous agreement that I’m a terrible driver.


What are you working on now?

The sequel to Miracle Man. The saga of Dr. Robert James Austin continues.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

William Leibowitz has been practicing entertainment/media law in New York City for a number of years. He has represented numerous renowned creative people and many leading intellectual property companies. William has a Bachelor of Science degree from New York University (magna cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa) and a law degree from Columbia University. He lives in the village of Quogue, New York with his wife, Alexandria, and dog, George.

William wrote Miracle Man because of its humanistic and spiritual messages and because he feels that in our current times--when meritless celebrity has eclipsed accomplishment and the only heroes are those based on comic books, the world needs a real hero--and that, of course, is Robert James Austin, the protagonist in Miracle Man.

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

CHARACTER GUEST POST BY ZARA KEANE


ABOUT THE BOOK

Movies. Muffins. Murder.

Maggie Doyle moved to Ireland to escape her cheating ex and crumbling career in the San Francisco PD. When the most hated woman on Whisper Island is poisoned at her aunt’s Movie Theater Café, Maggie and her rock-hard muffins are hurled into the investigation.

With the help of her UFO-enthusiast friend, a nun, and a feral puppy, Maggie is determined to clear her aunt’s name. Can she catch the murderer before they strike again? Or will her terrible baking skills burn down the café first?

Cozy, quirky, and fun, this tongue-in-cheek mystery is a delicious introduction to the Movie Club Mysteries Series. Grab a cocktail and join Maggie as she takes her detective skills across the pond in Dial P For Poison.




GUEST POST WITH MAGGIE DOYLE

MOVIES CAN BE DEADLY


When I was a kid, I spent many summer vacations on Whisper Island, the blink-and-you-miss-it Irish island where my dad grew up. Coming from a city as large as San Francisco, I loved the freedom that I had on the island. I could roam unsupervised with my friends and get up to all kinds of mischief. We swam in the sea, climbed rocks, and explored the medieval ruins that dotted the island.

One of my favorite places to explore was the old movie theater in Smuggler’s Cove, Whisper Island’s one and only town. Every time we drove past or walked by, Aunt Noreen would tell me she planned to buy the movie theater one day and renovate it. We’d peek in through the cracks in the boarded up windows and plan the décor. Before long, my aunt’s dream became mine, and I threw myself into Noreen’s fanciful plans for the place.

When I was older, my cousin, Julie, showed me a way to sneak inside the abandoned movie theater. We explored every inch of the building, unstable staircase and all, and found old film reels still in their metal boxes, as well as old movie posters. Noreen collected vintage movie magazines and Julie and I pored over their contents and experimented with styling our hair like Forties movie stars. By the time I turned eighteen, I’d watched every old movie I could get my hands on, including the silent classics. I was more knowledgeable about movies made long before I was born than I was about the modern pictures the kids at school raved about.

Although I hadn’t been back to Whisper Island for eleven years before I moved there a couple of months ago, I never lost my love of old movies. One of the wonderful aspects to moving to Whisper Island was discovering that Noreen had made good on her dream. She’s now the proud owner of the newly renovated Movie Theater Café. Every month, her movie club watches a classic movie in the small theater at the back of the café. I love the club, but our meetings don’t always go according to plan. But how could any of us have known that Sandra Walker, Whisper Island’s most vicious gossip, would be poisoned during a screening of Dial M For Murder? With the killing taking place in my aunt’s café, and the poison added to a cocktail that I’d made, I had to help solve the crime. It wasn’t like the bumbling Sergeant O’Shea was going to interrupt his golf plans to catch a killer! If you’d like to read more about my adventures, check out Dial P For Poison, Book 1 of the Murder Club Mysteries, out April 13. And for even more movies, mayhem, and murder, join me in the second book, The Postman Always Dies Twice, out April 20.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR


USA Today bestselling author Zara Keane grew up in Dublin, Ireland, and spent her summers in a small town similar to the fictional Smuggler’s Cove, the setting of her new cozy mystery series.

She currently lives in Switzerland with her family. When she’s not writing or wrestling small people, she drinks far too much coffee, and tries – with occasional success – to resist the siren call of Swiss chocolate.



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Friday, April 21, 2017

FEATURED AUTHOR: SHELLEY SHEPARD GRAY




ABOUT THE BOOK

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shelley Shepard Gray begins a new series—The Amish of Hart County—with this suspenseful tale of a young Amish woman who is forced to move to a new town to escape a threatening stalker.

After a stalker went too far, Hannah Hilty and her family had no choice but to leave the bustling Amish community where she grew up. Now she’s getting a fresh start in Hart County, Kentucky . . .  if only she wasn’t too scared to take it. Hannah has become afraid to trust anyone—even Isaac, the friendly Amish man who lives next door. She wonders if she’ll ever return to the trusting, easy-going woman she once was.

For Isaac Troyer, the beautiful girl he teasingly called “The Recluse” confuses him like no other. When he learns of her past, he knows he’s misjudged her. However, he also understands the importance of being grateful for God’s gifts, and wonders if they will ever have anything in common. But as Hannah and Isaac slowly grow closer, they realize that there’s always more to someone than meets the eye.

Just as Hannah is finally settling into her new life, and perhaps finding a new love, more secrets are revealed and tragedy strikes. Now Hannah must decide if she should run again or dare to fight for the future she has found in Hart County.


TWENTY QUESTIONS WITH SHELLEY SHEPARD GRAY


1. Love or money?
I write romance. Love!

2. Plain or peanut? 
Plain.

3. Beef or chicken?  
I grew up in Texas, so beef. : )

4. Coffee or tea?
Coffee and lots of it.

5. Oxford comma: yes or no?
LOL. I’ve written 60 books and still am not sure what that is.
**Editor's note: I was thrilled to see a recent article in favor of the Oxford comma!

6. Hardback or Kindle?
Some authors I always buy their hardcovers, but I have two kindles. I love getting books in ten seconds.

7. Salty or sweet?
Sweet Especially if it involves cookies.

8. City or country?
City. As much as I love visiting my Amish friends in the country, I enjoy the excitement of being in the city. 

9. Dog or cat?
Dog. Specifically, dachshund.

10. Fame or fortune?
Fortune.

11. Laptop or desktop?
Desktop.

12. Health food or junk food? 
I’m *trying* to eat healthy but junk food in a pinch.

13. Mountains or beach?
 Beach.

14. Gourmet or diner?
Gourmet, though I’m not a picky eater, especially if I didn’t have to cook it or do the dishes.

15. Sweet or unsweet? (Tea of course.)
Unsweet. Always.

16. Humor or drama?
Drama.

17. Dr. Seuss or Mr. Spock?
LOL. Dr. Seuss!

18. Halloween or Christmas?
Christmas.

19. Spring of fall?
Fall.

20. Morning or night?
Morning, I’m usually in bed by 10:00. So boring, I know.


EXCERPT FROM HER SECRET

CHAPTER 2

Someone was coming. After reeling in his line, Isaac Troyer set his pole on the bank next to Spot, his Australian shepherd, and turned in the direction of the noise.

He wasn’t worried about encountering a stranger as much as curious to know who would walk through the woods while managing to disturb every tree branch, twig, and bird in their midst. A silent tracker, this person was not.

Beside him, Spot, named for the spot of black fur ringing his eye, pricked his ears and tilted his head to one side as he, too, listened and watched for their guest to appear.

When they heard a muffled umph, followed by the crack of a branch, Isaac began to grow amused. Their visitor didn’t seem to be faring so well.

He wasn’t surprised. That path was rarely used and notoriously overrun with hollyhocks, poison oak, and ivy. For some reason, wild rosebushes also ran rampant there. Though walking on the old path made for a pretty journey, it also was a somewhat dangerous one, too. Those bushes had a lot of thorns. Most everyone he knew chose to walk on the road instead.

He was just wondering if, perhaps, he should brave the thorns and the possibility of rashes to offer his help—when a woman popped out.

The new girl. Hannah Hilty.

Obviously thinking she was completely alone, she stepped out of the shade of the bushes and lifted her face into the sun. She mumbled to herself as she pulled a black sweater off her light-blue short-sleeved dress. Then she turned her right arm this way and that, frowning at what looked like a sizable scrape on it.

He’d been introduced to her at church the first weekend her family had come. His first impression of her had been that she was a pretty thing, with dark-brown hair and hazel-colored eyes. She was fairly tall and willowy, too, and had been blessed with creamy-looking pale skin. But for all of that, she’d looked incredibly wary.

Thinking she was simply shy, he’d tried to be friendly, everyone in his family had. But instead of looking happy to meet him or his siblings, she’d merely stared at him the way a doe might stare at an oncoming car—with a bit of weariness and a great dose of fear.

He left her alone after that.

Every once in a while he’d see her. At church, or at the market with her mother. She always acted kind of odd. She was mostly silent, sometimes hardly even talking to her parents or siblings. Often, when he’d see her family in town shopping, she usually wasn’t with them. When she was, he’d see her following her parents. With them, yet separate. Silently watching her surroundings like she feared she was about to step off a cliff.

So, by his estimation, she was a strange girl. Weird.

And her actions just now? They seemed even odder. Feeling kind of sorry for her, he got to his feet. “Hey!” he called out.

Obviously startled, Hannah turned to him with a jerk, then froze.

Her unusual hazel eyes appeared dilated. She looked scared to death. Rethinking the step forward he’d been about to do, he stayed where he was. Maybe she wasn’t right in the mind? Maybe she was lost and needed help.

Feeling a little worried about her, he held up a hand. “Hey, Hannah. Are you okay?”

But instead of answering him, or even smiling back like a normal person would, she simply stared.
He tried again. “I’m Isaac Troyer.” When no look of recognition flickered in her eyes, he added, “I’m your neighbor. We met at church, soon after you moved in. Remember?”

She clenched her fists but otherwise seemed to be trying hard to regain some self-control. After another second, color bloomed in her cheeks. “I’m Hannah Hilty.”

“Yeah. I know.” Obviously, he’d known it. Hadn’t she heard him say her name? He smiled at her, hoping she’d see the humor in their conversation. It was awfully intense for two neighbors having to reacquaint themselves.

By his reckoning, anyway.

She still didn’t smile back. Actually, she didn’t do much of anything at all, besides gaze kind of blankly at him.

Belatedly, he started wondering if something had happened to her on her walk. “Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt or something?”

Her hand clenched into a fist. “Why do you ask?”

Everything he wanted to say sounded mean and rude. “You just, uh, seem out of breath.” And she was white as a sheet, looked like she’d just seen a monster, and could hardly speak.

Giving her an out, he said, “Are you lost?”

“Nee.”

He was starting to lose patience with her. All he’d wanted to do was sit on the bank with Spot and fish for an hour or two, not enter into some strange conversation with his neighbor girl.

“Okay, then. Well, I was just fishing, so I’m going to go back and do that.”

Just before he turned away, she took a deep breath. Then she spoke. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not making any sense.”

“You’re making sense.” Kind of. “But that said, you don’t got anything to be sorry for. It’s obvious you, too, were looking for a couple of minutes to be by yourself.”

“No, that ain’t it.” After taking another deep breath, she said, “Seeing you took me by surprise. That’s all.”

Isaac wasn’t enough of a jerk to not be aware that seeing a strange man, when you thought you were alone, might be scary to a timid girl like her.

“You took me by surprise, too. I never see anyone out here.”

Some of the muscles in her face and neck relaxed. After another second, she seemed to come to a decision and stepped closer to him. “Is that your dog?”

“Jah. His name is Spot, on account of the circle around his eye.”

“He looks to be a real fine hund.” She smiled.

And what a smile it was. Sweet, lighting up her eyes. Feeling a bit taken by surprise, too, he said, “He’s an Australian shepherd and real nice. Would you like to meet him?”

“Sure.” She smiled again, this time displaying pretty white teeth.

“Spot, come here, boy.”

With a stretch and a groan, Spot stood up, stretched again, then sauntered over. When he got to Isaac’s side, he paused. Isaac ran a hand along his back, then clicked his tongue, a sign for Spot to simply be a dog.

Spot walked right over and rubbed his nose along one of Hannah’s hands.

She giggled softly. “Hello, Spot. Aren’t you a handsome hund?” After she let Spot sniff her hand, she ran it along his soft fur. Spot, as could be expected, closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention.

“Look at that,” Hannah said. “He likes to be petted.”

“He’s friendly.”

“Do you go fishing here much?” she asked hesitantly.

“Not as much as I’d like to. I’m pretty busy. Usually, I’m helping my father on the farm or working in my uncle’s woodworking shop.” Because she seemed interested, he admitted, “I don’t get to sit around and just enjoy the day all that much.”

“And here I came and ruined your peace and quiet.”

“I didn’t say that. You’re fine.”

She didn’t look as if she believed him. Actually, she looked even more agitated. Taking a step backward, she said, “I should probably let you get back to your fishing, then.”

“I don’t care about that. I’d rather talk to you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh?”

“Jah. I mean, we’re neighbors and all.” When she still looked doubtful, he said, “Besides, everyone is curious about you.”

“I don’t know why. I’m just an Amish girl.”

He thought she was anything but that. “Come on,” he chided. “You know what I’m talking about.”
Looking even more unsure, she shook her head.

“First off, I’ve hardly even seen you around town, only on Sundays when we have church. And even then you never stray from your parents’ side. That’s kind of odd.”

“I’m still getting used to being here in Kentucky,” she said quickly.

“What is there to get used to?” he joked. “We’re just a small community in the middle of cave country.”

To his surprise, she stepped back. “I guess getting used to my new home is taking me a while. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

Aware that he’d hurt her feelings, he realized that he should have really watched his tone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just saying that the way you’ve been acting has everyone curious. That’s why people are calling you ‘The Recluse.’ ”

“ ‘The Recluse’?”

“Well, jah. I mean you truly are an Amish woman of mystery,” he said, hoping she’d tease him right back like his older sister would have done.

She did not.

Actually, she looked like she was about to cry, and it was his doing.

When was he ever going to learn to read people better? Actually, he should knock some sense into himself. He’d been a real jerk. “Sorry. I didn’t intend to sound so callous.”

“Well, you certainly did.”

“Ah, you are right. It was a bad joke.”

“I better go.”

Staring at her more closely, he noticed that those pretty hazel eyes of hers looked kind of shimmery, like a whole mess of tears was about to fall. Now he felt worse than bad.“Hey, are you going to be okay getting home? I could walk you back, if you’d like.”

“Danke, nee.”

Reaching out, he grasped Spot by his collar. “I don’t mind at all. It will give us a chance to—”

She cut him off. “I do not want or need your help.” She was staring at him like he was scary. Like he was the type of guy who would do her harm.

That bothered him.

“Look, I already apologized. You don’t need to look at me like I’m going to attack you or something. I’m just trying to be a good neighbor.”

She flinched before visibly collecting herself. “I understand. But like I said, I don’t want your help. I will be fine.”

When he noticed that Spot was also sensing her distress, he tried again even though he knew he should just let her go. “I was done fishing anyway. All I have to do is grab my pole. Then Spot and I could walk with you.”

“What else do I have to say for you to listen to me?” she fairly cried out. “Isaac, I do not want you to walk me anywhere.” She turned and darted away, sliding back into the brush. No doubt about to get covered in more scratches and poison ivy.

Well, she’d finally said his name, and it certainly did sound sweet on her lips.

Too bad she was now certain to avoid him for the rest of her life. He really hoped his mother was never going to hear about how awful he’d just been. She’d be so disappointed.

He was disappointed in himself, and was usually a lot more patient with people. He liked that about himself, too. And this girl? Well, she needed someone, too. But she seemed even afraid of her shadow.

***
Excerpt from Her Secret by Shelley Shepard Gray. Copyright © 2017 by Shelley Shepard Gray. Reproduced with permission from HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Shelley Shepard Gray is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, a finalist for the American Christian Fiction Writers prestigious Carol Award, and a two-time HOLT Medallion winner. She lives in southern Ohio, where she writes full-time, bakes too much, and can often be found walking her dachshunds on her town’s bike trail.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

FEATURED AUTHOR: JULIE CHASE



ABOUT THE BOOK

Lacy Marie Crocker’s whimsical pet couture has gained a following in New Orleans’s cozy Garden District, and word of mouth has traveled all the way to her favorite fashion designer, Annie Lane. Lacy’s thrilled when Annie schedules a private session at her home to discuss a companion line for her evening wear, but when Lacy arrives for the appointment, she enters the kitchen to two mewling Siamese cats--and one very dead Annie.



Lacy takes the kittens home to care for them until they can be properly claimed by Annie's family or friends, but after a busy day of work, she returns home to find them missing. And when Lacy learns the cats are set to inherit Annie's fortune, she begins to wonder if the killer was after the kittens all along. Now Lacy will stop at nothing to save the Siamese and find justice for Annie--if the killer doesn’t sink his claws into her first.



Luckily, Lacy has the help of handsome NOLA PD homicide detective Jack Oliver to help her catch the cat-napper before its too late in Cat Got Your Cash, the endearing second Kitty Couture mystery from Julie Chase.






INTERVIEW WITH JULIE CHASE


Julie, do you write every day?
Yes! But I try to take one weekend day off. (It doesn’t always work out.) I typically write Monday through Friday from the time my youngest child’s school bus leaves until my oldest child’s bus comes home. It’s a constant and ongoing affair, writing. The work never ends because my brain never rests, and the juggle/struggle is real. Being a mom who is engaged in the three miraculously full lives of her offspring while pursuing a personal dream is hard. Daunting, even. And some days it’s flat out impossible, but I never stop trying. I also write after they are asleep at night, and I get up at 5am for a jump-start on the work, before their alarms begin dragging them from bed. 

What do you wish you’d done differently when you first started the publishing process?
I wish I would have taken more time getting started. I tend to run headlong at my goals, full speed ahead, and I think if I could do it over again, I would have taken my time getting those first stories published. I wouldn’t have rushed to find an agent. I would have honed my craft and waited for the right opportunities, right presses, right representation, before entering the industry. But, that’s not like me at all, so… *laughs* The important thing is that I have all that now. I just wish I would’ve slowed down at the beginning and made better choices early on.

What books do you currently have published?
I’ve just finished a romantic suspense manuscript that will release in February 2018 from Harlequin Intrigue. That will be my twenty-first published novel. There are currently about sixteen out there in the wild. Some sweet romance. Some young adult. Cat Got Your Secrets, the third book in this Kitty Couture Mysteries series will release in September, and my first Christmas cozy, The Twelve Slays of Christmas (written as Jacqueline Frost) releases in October. My dance card is filling up fast!


Is writing your dream job?

Yes! I was thirty-three before I had any idea that I could be an author. I’d never given much thought to how books got on shelves until I saw an interview with Stephenie Meyer (the author of Twilight). She was a stay at home mother of three just like me, and she’d never written anything before Twilight, but she wound up on my bookshelf. That was all it took for me to be bitten by the writing bug. I walked away from that interview wondering if I too could write a novel. Turns out, I could! And I can’t imagine ever doing anything else.


What do you love about where you live?
Everything. I live in a semi-rural area of Ohio. The crime is low. The schools are good. We’ve got a great “small town” vibe here and a strong sense of community. People are friendly. Life moves a little slower. There are plenty of parks, tow paths, and rivers to get away and enjoy the beauty of nature or a day on the water. And the seasons. Wow. The seasons are magnificent. Absolutely mind-bogglingly gorgeous.


What’s your favorite thing to do on date night?

My favorite night out is a slow walk along a street of local shops with a coffee or an ice cream in hand and at least an hour lost in a book store.

What’s your favorite fast food?
Chipotle! I LOVE the veggie bowl with white rice, fajitas, black beans, lettuce, cheese, guac, and tomato salsa. YUM.



Where is your favorite place to visit?

The ocean. I’m completely at peace there. Mesmerized by the sea air and endless movement, by the way the horizon meets the water. I think I am perhaps part mermaid.

What’s your least favorite chore?

Laundry. Good night. The Laundry! It never ever ends. There is no satisfaction from completing the chore because it’s never finished. And I hate it. 


Describe yourself in 5 words.
Kind. Compassionate. Loving. Fun. Determined.


What are you working on now?

I’m writing book 4 in the Kitty Couture Mysteries. Cat Got Your Crown, and so far, I’m in love.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Julie Chase is a mystery-loving pet enthusiast, and the alter-ego of author Julie Anne Lindsey. Today she hopes to make readers smile. One day she plans to change the world. Julie lives in rural Ohio with her fantastically patient husband and three spunky children. Julie is a member of the International Thriller Writers (ITW) and Sisters in Crime (SinC). She is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

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Monday, April 17, 2017

FEATURED AUTHOR: RANDI PERRIN


Love has never been Cheryl Brigham’s plan. She’s not cut out for second dates, Love has never been Cheryl Brigham’s plan. She’s not cut out for second dates, relationships, or happily ever afters. All that changes when she’s on vacation in Paris. First dates lead to second dates, which leads to a whole lot more than she ever bargained for—but she knows it's all over when she returns home. That’s okay with her. When it’s no-strings-attached, what will Cheryl do when her heart gets tangled up?

Note: This is book of a series. While it is not necessary to read the predecessor, Virtue of Death, before reading this book, it is highly recommended.




INTERVIEW WITH RANDI  PERRIN


Randi, how did you get started writng?

I started writing poetry, actually. That’s how I was first published, back when I was thirteen. My degrees are in Journalism and Mass Communications so writing has always been there, it’s just at work I write non-fiction. But that never satisfied my soul, I always had something knocking at me. For years I denied the muse—I was in my early twenties, and I knew better than everyone, and writing wasn’t what I wanted to do, despite the fact sometimes ideas would come to me and not go away. When I had a health crisis, my entire perspective changed, and I realized life was too damn short not to do what you want to do, so I started writing. (You’ll actually see this referenced in the dedication of the first in the Earthbound Angels series, Virtue of Death.)

Do you write every day?

No. I don’t. I just don’t have it in me, I have to take a break from time-to-time, plus I would like the chance to hang out with my daughter before she hits her teenage years and hates me for existing. I’ll have plenty of time to write then when she’s slamming doors and avoiding me.

What’s more important – characters or plot?
Characters! I’m a big fan of letting the inmates run the asylum—I mean letting the characters write their story—so the moment they finally step up and throw my original plot for a loop is when it starts to get good. If the characters are strong and have a mind of their own, in my experience, the plot is better. I’ve started pieces where the characters never really became real for me, and those pieces were abandoned. I don’t believe in forcing it. When it’s ready to be written, it will be.

What books do you currently have published?

There’s the Earthbound Angels series and the first two books are out.Virtue of Death, which is Sera’s story, and Promises of Virtue, which is her best friend, Cheryl’s, story. There
will be one more in this series.

I’ve also got a m/m romance novella out, called Wreck You. This story is a slightly heavy
read, insomuch as it touches on addiction and depression. It’s a story of second chances and
miscommunication.

I’ve also been in an anthology here and there. There was Unintentional: North American
Edition, which is a collection of friends-to-lovers tales. In late April, I’ll be a part of another
anthology, called Food & Romance Go Together.

What’s the oldest thing you own and still use?
My husband?
No, really, I’m a book nerd like none other. When I was a teenager, I started collecting really old books, starting with a biography of Robert E. Lee from 1895 (don’t judge, I grew up in Virginia and we believe he walked on water there). I’ve learned how to spot good ones and some of my favorites include a dictionary from 1865; a first edition, fifth print of Gone With the Wind, a first edition, first print of Charlotte’s Web; and a printing of Mary Poppins with the spine printed upside down. I don’t crack the spines on these (for obvious reasons), but I do use them to make people jealous.

If you could only watch one television station for a year, what would it be?
Food Network.

I absolutely adore watching people cook, and I have since I was a kid. My mom used to catch me watching cooking shows on PBS before there was a Food Network. Virtue of Death actually features a baker, because I love baking (cheesecake is my specialty) and wanted to use all the cool baking knowledge I had both from experience and countless hours in front of Food Network shows.

Where is your favorite place to visit?

Paris, France and the surrounding areas (particularly the Loire Valley). I’ve been twice and if you asked me to start planning my next vacation tomorrow, I’d do it again. I just can’t get enough of it. There’s something so freakin’ cool about standing on the ground where French monarchy stood hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Therefore, it should come as no big shock that Promises of Virtue is all about Cheryl visiting the amazing places France has to offer. She’s obsessed with fine art, and there’s definitely plenty of it to spare in the City of Lights.

Would you rather be a movie star, sports star, or rock star?
Rock star. Oh, what I would give to be able to sing. I absolutely love music, so it seems a cruel joke that the tone-deaf fairy beat me mercilessly with the tone-deaf stick early in my life.

If you could be any movie star, sports star or rock star, who would you want to be?
Nicole Kidman, because she’s married to my favorite male on the planet, Keith Urban.

Have you ever killed off a character fictionally, as revenge for something someone did in real life?

So far, none of the characters I’ve killed have been based on real people, though my buddy Gen Ryan writes romantic suspense and she actually killed off a character based on a guy I was complaining about.
I have, however, written a villain with a particular person in mind. I have one novella that’s coming out this summer, called Anticipating Temptation, and one of my beta readers told me, “I want to throat punch Lee.” I laughed and told her that the person he was based on deserved it too.

What’s one thing that drives you crazy?

Just one? Come on, that’s hard. The list is long and distinguished.

Nope. Sorry. Gotta narrow it down.
All right, if I have to pick just one, I’d say poor grammar. I have a shirt that I’m surprised isn’t threadbare yet, because I wear it all the time. It says “I am silently correcting your grammar.” It’s true. Some people consider good looks a turn-on, for me, it’s if that person can speak the English language properly. (Okay, good looks doesn’t hurt. Neither does having a good sense of humor. Call me selfish, but I want all three.)

What’s in your refrigerator right now?

Half a gallon of milk, some leftover pizza, a quarter a bottle of red wine that I’m not really
digging, a whole bunch of Redd’s Apple Ales (I keep them on hand because I always bust out a #RejectionRedds for days when I receive a rejection.) Oh, yeah, there’s some healthy stuff in there like fruit, yogurt, and cheese, but you don’t want to hear about that.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to write?

The work-in-progress I’m working on now would be. It tackles some really dark issues that I have experienced in my life (so the emotion in it is coming from a very real place). Part of the difficulty stems from dredging up emotions I don’t want to feel again, part of it comes from the desire—nay, the need—to get it right to do the characters, and the people they are based on, justice.

You have a personal chef for the night. What would you ask him to prepare?

His name would be Gordon Ramsay and if Gordon Ramsay is in my kitchen, that man can prepare whatever the hell he wants. I’m a picky eater, but if he makes it, I’ll at least try it.

What’s your favorite smell?

I grew up in Virginia Beach (and that’s where Virtue of Death takes place!), so I spent a lot of time on the water. For me, it’s the very first whiff of salty sea air that hits my nostrils when I get home. Now, it’s really true of any beach, but all beaches I’ve been to smell different. (Believe it or not!) It’s a great smell elsewhere, but that first whiff of Sandbridge (my favorite beach back home), nothing can top that.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Randi has spent her entire life writing in one form or another. In fact, if she wasn't writing, she'd likely go completely and utterly insane. Her husband has learned to recognize when the voices are talking in her head and she needs some quality time with an empty Word file (the key to a successful marriage with a writer).
A pop-culture junkie, she has been known to have entire conversations in movie quotes and/or song lyrics. (You'll see this come up in her writing as well.)

She is the author of Virtue of Death, Promises of Virtue, Wreck You, and a story included in the anthology Unintentional.

 

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