Current Release: A Run For Love
Describe your current release in two sentences?
Feisty school teacher Tori Henderson values her independence and has no use for a husband. When she enters the 1889 Oklahoma land run, she confronts a new set of challenges, the biggest obstacle being her new neighbor, cocky lawyer Jesse Cochran, the son of a whore–a man determined to put his past behind him and start a new life and family of his own--with her.
What is the one thing you do not want to live without?
My family. My husband and children. Also my extended family of sisters, brother, in-laws, nieces and nephews. My extended family and I live several states away, but I try to see them at least once a year. I really miss them.
If you could time travel, where would you travel to and why?
If only. I would LOVE to travel to another time. The late 1800s either in New York City or the western states appeal to me. But so does Scotland, Ireland and England in the middle ages.If it was possible, I would go in a minute. Of course, I would have to pack necessities and modern day medicines. However, I could do without cell phones, laptops, TV, flash drives, and all the noise they create.
Please describe your writing environment.
I work as a substitute teacher in my local high school. I bring my laptop to school with me, and when the students are doing their work, I'm writing away. If they are particularly good, on any given day I can get five or six hours of writing in.
What are you working on?
My current WIP is the third in the Oklahoma Lovers series. A Run For Love was #1, A Wife by Christmas (not just a Christmas story), #2, and Michael's story (not yet named) is #3. Numbers one and two have already been released.
Where do you want to travel?
I would love to visit Scotland, Ireland and England. It is on my and hubby's list of this to do--in the future. Hopefully, the not too far future. We both come from Irish ancestors, so the whole area would be wonderful to visit.
What are your plans for the summer? Any books you are looking forward to?
In the I do a lot of writing. When I hit a snag, I go out to the backyard pool and float around and let me thoughts wander. I've solved a lot of writer's block with this method.
How was your road to publication? Have you every had to deal with rejection letters?
Yes, I think every writer has to deal with rejection slips, and I've had more than a few myself.
I was pretty lucky, however. Even though I had been writing for years, I didn't start my first novel until about a year and a half ago. I was fortunate enough to have Debby from Soul Mate Publishing like my debut novel, A Run For Love. Between SMP and The Wild Rose Press, I contracted four books my first full year of writing. Very lucky.
What is the best thing about being an author?
Doing what I love. I have always loved reading. My mother had to chase me out of the house to go play when I was a child because I would spend all my summers reading. Then, I found I had a knack for making up stories. I entertained myself before sleep at night by weaving a story--where I was the star, of course--and lulling myself to sleep. Each night I would pick up from where I left off the night before.
Now I do it for real, people read them, and like them. That's the best.
Can we get an Exclusive excerpt of your next book?
From Michael's Story - A Prescription For Love
Michael eased the buggy up in front of Mrs. Wilson’s house. All the tightly packed houses on this street were so different from the area they’d just left. Small, but comfortable residences were well kept, and glowed with soft light while families talked and rested together.
Visions of his own house, now dark and cold with no one there to welcome him, sent a shiver down his spine. Then the image of Heidi, with an apron on, and stirring spoon in her hand, smiling as he entered the front door, jolted him. It seemed so right. Her clear blue eyes would sparkle as she leaned in for his kiss. She would drop the spoon on the table, and her delicate fingers would slide through his hair as he pulled her close. Then, after supper, they would walk arm in arm up the stairs to the bedroom.
“Michael?” Heidi’s voice pulled him from his musings.
He turned, surprised to see her sitting next to him. Why wasn’t she waiting for him at home? “I’m sorry, I was woolgathering.”
“That’s all right. I do that myself plenty of times. I just wanted to thank you again for allowing me to share your family’s birthday celebration.”
He hopped from the buggy and lifted her down. “I’m glad you came.” He grinned. “I don’t know how happy I am to have Ellie take you under her wing, though.”
“I really like Ellie. And your sister, Rachel, too. And your Aunt Tori, and…”
He tapped her nose with his finger. “I get the idea.”
She stared at his face. “Does it hurt?” Slowly her fingers came up and traced the bruise on his jaw, then the cut on his lip.
“No.” He hardly recognized his voice.
“Are you going to tell me how you got your injures?”
“Why not?” She whispered.
Instead of answering, he tugged down her scarf, and slowly lowered his head, until his lips were on hers. He cupped her face with his hands and took possession of her mouth. As his tongue slid along the line of her lips, she opened, and her quiet moan as he circled her mouth and tangled with her tongue almost brought him to his knees. His nostrils were filled with the scent of Heidi, her perfumed breath, her faint lavender fragrance. The softness of her body against his hard bulk raised his temperature, and stirred his manhood.
He curved his arms around her slim shoulders and lower back, pulling her closer. Somewhere in his brain he remembered they stood on the street, in front of her house. Her reputation would be ruined if anyone saw them. He pulled back and ran his knuckles down her cheek. “I’m sorry. Not for kissing you, but for not picking a more private place.”
Heidi’s breath came in gasps, but he didn’t think it was an asthma attack. He arranged the scarf over her mouth to cover her lips swollen from his kiss. “Is your breathing okay?”
She nodded, staring at him wide-eyed. He took her arm and they proceeded up the steps to the front door. “Good night,” Heidi whispered before she turned and entered the house, leaving him feeling as if the sun had disappeared.
It's been fun being on Night Owl Reviews. I hope your readers have enjoyed a little bit of me and my work.