A Christmas Bonus – she has to work on Christmas!

DSC01807I am so excited to have Patty Froese with me today to talk about her Christmas release. Patty, how are holiday stories different from your usual writing?

I don’t think they are very different from what I normally write, because I’m a pretty romantic soul as it is. Christmas just gives the perfect setting for romance, humor and some tugging at the heartstrings.

I’m one of those people who has to be physically restrained from setting up the tree before Halloween. Mind you, I live in a place where snow comes early, so that’s my excuse. 😉

What was the inspiration for this story?

This is a workplace romance. Andrew, the CEO, is being blackmailed by his grandfather to go home for Christmas, even though Andrew has a huge account he has to work on. His solution is to simply bring his faithful assistant, Millie, along with him in return for a hefty Christmas bonus. Millie, however, is tired of this arrangement, and while she agrees to the trip, she has plans to quit by New Year.

The inspiration is from my own working days. I never did like my jobs. I was a writer at heart, and I worked in order to pay my rent and sAChristmasBonusCoverArt72dpi(1)pend the rest of my time hammering out novels. Millie has other plans to open her own photography business, and this job was only meant to be a temporary solution. In that way, Millie is a lot like me.

How much of your writing is drawn from real life and how much is from other sources?

That’s hard to tell, because I live in my head a lot. LOL! I’m one of those people who can’t hear an idle piece of information without mentally spinning a whole story around it.

What fun! Then you can’t always know in advance how the story will unwind. Is there an underlying message in your writing? What do you want readers to take away from the story?

I always want my readers to come away from my books feeling hopeful. I truly, deeply believe that there is a lid for every pot, and I suppose that is the message I want to give. Don’t give up hope for love. Life is full of beautiful, sparkling opportunities, if we can just look up and see them.

Book Blurb

When Millie’s boss asks her to work over Christmas, she’s hesitant to give him any more overtime. She has plans for her life that include quitting this job and starting her own photography business, and she promises herself to quit by New Years.

Andrew Holmes has no desire to go back to his tiny hometown for the holidays, but his manipulative grandfather gives him an ultimatum that he just can’t refuse. So in order to get the last project of the year finished in time, he asks his assistant, Millie, to make the trip with him.

With a disgruntled brother, a sister-in-law struggling with infertility and a little boy who shows up claiming that one of the Holmes men is his father, Christmas is about to get complicated…

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Patty’s websites: http://patriciajohnsromance.com and http://pattyfroese.com

Facial disfigurement as a long lasting scar

EyeOfTheBeholder_w11220_680[1]Eye of the Beholder by Patty Froese

How beautiful are you? If you were to rate yourself on a scale of 1 to 10, where would you land?

I don’t think anyone is terribly comfortable with that exercise. We’ve been trained by the media to criticize ourselves. A droop, a sag, a blemish… Those are inexcusable. Actresses are publicly mocked for having gained a little weight or having some “cottage cheese cellulite” on their thighs, exposed by the prying lenses of unwelcome cameras.

Women have babies and are judged by their “bounce back” time, ridiculous as that may be.

A woman’s value is not based on something as fickle as Hollywood ideals, but the constant battery of messages coming from the media would have us believe something else. Companies want us to believe that tubes and vials will make us beautiful, that certain styles will help us maintain our youth, that dyes will make us feel lovely. From diets to exercise machines, clothing lines to skin creams, the woman in this modern age is bombarded by messages that she just isn’t enough, and she needs some help. Big time.

So when we look at ourselves in the mirror, what do we see? I always joke that it isn’t fair to judge me only on my looks, because when you add in my personality, I get at least a three point lift on that number.  And while I’m only joking around when I talk like that, there is truth under the laughter.

Beauty is more than skin deep. But how much more?

Would you still feel beautiful if you had to wear unflattering clothing? Would you feel beautiful if all your hair fell out? Would you feel beautiful if scars covered your face and distorted your smile?

And if you stopped feeling beautiful, would you feel loved?

Where does our beauty come from?

In Eye of the Beholder, my heroine loses her looks in a freak accident. She goes from stunningly beautiful, capturing the admiration of everyone around her, to scarred and pitied. Doors no longer fly open for her, and the face in the mirror seems to belong to a stranger. When she goes up to the autumn woods to try to make peace with what she cannot change, she’s faced with more than the reality of her new looks–she’s faced with a man from her past who lost more than she ever knew.

When a woman loses her looks, what is there left to love?

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Facial scar changes how others respond

EyeOfTheBeholder_w11220_680[1]Eye of the Beholder by Patty Froese

Tricia Hunter loses her beauty in a highway accident. When the doctors can’t do anything more, she heads to a cabin in the woods to make her peace with the scars. What is left to love when a woman loses her looks?

Jesse Reynolds is a forest ranger and when he sees Tricia, he recognizes her right away as the beauty from high school who broke his heart. She doesn’t recognize him, though. She never did take much notice. But the accident that marred her good looks is the very one that took the life of his fiancee, so Jesse isn’t exactly sympathetic.

Thrown together in the autumn woods, can Jesse and Tricia find the healing they’re longing for?

God doesn’t cause pain, but He does redeem it–sometimes in the most unexpected ways.

Excerpt:

Tricia Hunter dropped her bags on the scratched wood floor of her uncle’s cabin and took a deep, cleansing breath. She could already feel the potential of this place. The musty scent of old smoke from the stone hearth mingled with the tangy aroma of falling leaves. This was just what she needed, a hideaway in the middle of the autumn woods with a crackling fire, a stack of cozy quilts, and a wide window that let in a pool of golden afternoon sunlight.

Perfect.

There wasn’t a mirror to be seen in the place, and Tricia smiled wryly. That was probably what she needed most, time without having to look herself in the face.

Tricia raised her hand to touch the scars running along her jaw line, her fingers moving over the puckered skin with absent-minded familiarity. As much as she hated these scars, she was becoming more accustomed to them. She hadn’t made peace, exactly, but the shock was gone now, and in its place was a sort of confusion. Who was she now that she looked… like this?

She opened the door to a bedroom, and her gaze moved over the double bed that nearly filled the space, leaving room for only one tiny bedside table. Seeing no other door that might lead to a bathroom, she closed her eyes and cringed. So that actually was an outhouse she’d seen. She’d hoped that there was some other explanation for the little shack, but unfortunately, it made perfect sense. A kitchen sink was going to have to do for bathing, and the air inside was already feeling quite chilly in the autumn morning. This stay was going to be more rustic than she’d imagined.

“Maybe I should have gone to a resort instead,” she muttered, but she didn’t really mean it. She’d come here for a reason. She had a lot of things to think through, and spas and shopping didn’t leave her enough silence and solitude to hear herself think, let alone listen for God’s voice.

Outside, a truck’s engine revved, and she glanced out the window to see a black pickup pull into the drive. It rumbled for a moment before the engine shut off and the driver’s side door opened. A tall, broad-shouldered man hopped out. Whoever he was, the outdoors suited him. The sunlight that filtered through the red and golden leaves touched his auburn hair and caressed the rugged lines of his face. He dropped a hat on his head and swung the truck door shut with a bang. When their gazes met, he touched the brim of his hat in a polite salute. Tricia pulled away from the curtain, her cheeks warming when she realized she’d been staring.

His footsteps echoed on the stairs leading to the door and she opened it before he had the chance to knock, flashing him a smile.

“Good—” he started, but then his face blanched and he quickly cleared his throat. He looked down, then brought his gaze back up with a recovered smile.

Nice save. “Hi.” She tried to ignore that familiar sinking feeling when her scars evoked this reaction.

“Good morning, ma’am.” He said, this time without a hitch. “I’m the park ranger. I wanted to come by and make sure everything was OK.”

“I think so.” She gave him a reassuring smile for his efforts.

“Good.” Whatever his first reaction, his discomfort seemed to seep away. His dark eyes moved over her face. When she raised her eyebrows, daring him to ask her about those ugly scars, he met her gaze easily.

“I’m Tricia Hunter.”

“Tricia Hunter…” There was something in the way he repeated her name. “I’m Jesse Reynolds. Nice seeing you.” He held out his hand. His rough, calloused fingers folded gently around hers, and he paused, expectant.

Tricia cleared her throat and released his hand.

“It’s been a dry summer, but we’ve gotten two or three heavy rainfalls, so using the fireplace shouldn’t be an issue.” He nodded in the direction of the hearth. “You’ll need it tonight. It’s been dipping well below freezing.”

She nodded and his gaze moved over her face again, lingering on the scars that crept down her jaw line.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said after a moment. “What happened?”

Tricia was used to the question. With scars like hers, people’s curiosity held no bounds. She was past being offended, though. She gave him a shrug. “A highway accident.”

Jesse made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. “It must have been bad.”

“It was.” Tricia raised an eyebrow. “You should have seen me before. This is after all the plastic surgery the doctors can do.”

Jesse’s gaze traveled over her face from the sweep of her brow to the tip of her chin. He nodded slowly, almost appraisingly. “It could be worse,” he said finally.

Tricia shot him an exasperated look and turned away. It could be worse. Yes, when you thought about it, everything could be worse.

“Sorry about that.” His tone was sheepish. “I don’t mean to be callous.”

“Well, looking like this has been an…adjustment.” She turned back towards him, waiting for a reaction.

“Hmmm.” There was no pity in his eyes, just curiosity.

She was used to pity. She knew how to deflect pity. This reaction was something she hadn’t encountered before, and nervous chatter welled up inside of her. “People used to tell me I was quite attractive before the accident, you know. I mean, you wouldn’t know it to see me now. I’m still not used to this. In my head, I still look like I did before. Like those war vets who still feel their toes when they lose their legs.”

“Except you can still walk. And feel your toes.”

His dry tone made her cringe. “That came out wrong…” She wasn’t really shallow enough to think that her situation was on par with men who’d lost their limbs when fighting for their country, but the change in her appearance had still been a traumatic event, more so than the pain, stitches, and surgeries to correct the scarring and the hours upon hours of recovery combined. If he’d just react like everyone else, she’d know exactly what to say to him, but this ranger was throwing her off.

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave her good natured wink. “I like the way you look.”

“You’d be the only one.” Tricia pulled a hand through her hair. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m a nervous talker. Can we rewind and make this a little less awkward?”

“Rewind?”

“You ask what happened and I’ll say, ‘an accident.’ And that’s where I’ll stop. No more messy elaboration.” She laughed self-consciously.

“OK, if that’s how you wanted this introduction to go. And I’ll tell you that you’ll need to put your garbage directly into the covered box outside and make sure it’s completely shut and locked at all times to keep your site protected from bears.” The flicker in his eyes turned familiar but not exactly warm. He seemed undecided on his opinion about her.

“Bears? Should I worry?” She glanced towards the window.

“Not too much, but it’s always good to be careful.”

She nodded. “That makes sense.”

Jesse’s gaze met hers for a moment. Once more she felt as if he was waiting for something, but she had no idea what it was. Did rangers get gratuities or pattysmall-25something? It suddenly seemed possible.

“Well, I’ll be around if you have any questions or need anything.” He gave her a nod.

“Thanks.”

He turned abruptly back towards the door. “Take care. Winter comes early some years. Like I said, I’ll be around.”

Tricia nodded, attempting to appear more confident than she felt

“Oh.” Jesse placed his hand on the door knob. “Your uncle keeps an ax behind the door.”

“I have wood.” She nodded towards the pile next to the hearth. It must have been left over from whoever used the cabin the month before, along with the half bag of plastic cups sitting on the kitchen counter.

Jesse laughed out loud and shook his head. “You’ll need more than you’ve got there. The wood pile is behind the cabin, but you’ll need to chop it into smaller pieces.”

“How much do I need, exactly?” She eyed the ax uncertainly. Wood didn’t burn that quickly, did it? The idea of chopping wood sounded tedious. She turned towards Jesse with a smile, letting her eyes linger on his a little longer than necessary. The movement was one of habit, a learned behavior that used to get her what she wanted. “You wouldn’t want to give a girl a hand, would you…” She allowed her smile to sparkle in her eyes. “Jesse, was it?”

“That’s right. Jesse.” His tone was dry, and then an amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He rubbed one hand over his chin, the sound of his stubble against his palm rasping softly. “If I were you, I’d start chopping, Ms. Hunter.” He gave her a grin and dropped his hat back onto his head. “ You’ve got time before dark.”

She sent him a tight smile and he met her gaze, his expression unreadable.

“Take care, now.” He pulled open the door and disappeared into the chilly morning.

As his footsteps clomped down the front steps, she let out a frustrated sigh. Once upon a time, a man would have stumbled over himself in his eagerness to chop wood for her.

She shut the door and leaned against it. Obviously, those days were over. A brilliant smile bought her nothing. A flirtatious laugh held the promise of something no one wanted any longer. Instead, she was left with the reminder that she had two legs and a back strong enough to chop wood. Try as she might to be a bigger person, it was annoying. She was no longer the woman she used to be, and, frankly, she didn’t have to like it.

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Curl up with a Christmas Love Story – Free!

My publisher is famous for the free Christmas stories from its authors for a holiday gift to YOU. Be sure to go to http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/StoreFront.bok and download yours today. Here are the titles and a little about each book:

Keril, the high lord’s first-in-command, has been waiting months for the perfect time to tell Electra, the princess of Celosia’s personal bodyguard, how much he loves her. But when the castle is attacked with fire weapons, his time runs out. Duty demands he protect the princess, but his heart tugs him in another direction. 

Burned is a short companion piece to the novel, The Fire Starter. Discover what happens to Keril and Electra while Celosia blazes with fire weapons and new passions.


EXCERPT

Fire exploded in the rock wall to his left. Keril leaned off the turret to gain a better view of the courtyard below. “Pirro, I’ll have your idiotic head for this atrocity.”

Screams carried upward on the stale wind. He needed to act, and fast. The castle of Filippopoulos was crumbling around him. Its people counted on his level-thinking and quick actions. His boss — the High Lord of Celosia Island — depended on Keril to keep the peace and to protect the royal family. Even against these unexpected attacks and illegal fire weapons that never should have found their way onto remote Celosia.

What he wouldn’t give for an old-fashioned bow and a quiver of arrows. Or even a sling. Pirro had loosened enough rock around Keril that he had plenty of ammunition to fire down on the traitor’s head. Yet Keril needed a bit more help than gravity could offer.

In fact, if he used his cloak, he might be able to sling a rock far enough to–

A woman darted from the stable door into the shadows of a nearby shed. No. No. No! The princess was on the loose, and who knew what kind of damage she would cause before this attack was contained. Hadn’t she heard that Pirro was after her? That he didn’t believe she was at Aphrodite Temple getting married to an off-island prince?

For the first time, Keril wished that the princess was getting married, even though she’d made it clear she had no desire to do so. He wished she were with her father, or with the man who would be her husband. Then Keril wouldn’t be responsible for her any longer.

“The princess is trying to escape. She’s headed toward the water tower.”

The call reached his ears, and men materialized from the shadows.

Could this situation get any worse? Keril scrambled for the stairs. As much as he would be expected to protect Filippopoulos, the estate serfs, his lord’s assets, and capture the intruder, foremost he would be expected to protect the princess, with his very life if necessary.

Why hadn’t she stayed hidden in the stables? He flung himself down the stairs and into the night air. Of course she wouldn’t stay hidden. Not Amaryllis. Not when she thought she could have purpose and do something useful. Never mind that she would have been more useful hidden, leaving him free to save the day.

Another shower of rocks rained down on his head, and he dodged back against the turret wall, making his way east toward the water tower. Perhaps Rasmus, his second-in-command, would have the chance to take down Pirro. Keril needed to get to the princess, and now.

He rounded the turret. There, in a shaft of moonlight, stood the princess, for all intents and purposes, posing before she dropped back into the shadows. Burn the night black, had she lost every ounce of sense she possessed? Three men flanked her left. His gaze darted right. Four more. They wore black, fading into the night better than Amaryllis in her green cloak. They were closing in.

New Orleans, Christmas Eve, 1947: Brothers, Dirk and Beaumont McSwain are both about to become fathers. Dirk’s wife has had a number of miscarriages and at thirty-six years old, is afraid this is her last chance for a healthy baby. Bo’s wife is pregnant for the first time. Both are due to give birth soon. The brothers arrange a surprise ride for their women in Papa Noel’s sleigh which is actually a horse drawn carriage with fake reindeer. The evening starts out merry and bright but before the night is over, they will need a Christmas miracle.


EXCERPT

She stopped mid-sentence as a pair of horses sporting reindeer antlers pulling a sleigh on wheels with Papa Noel at the reins came into view.

The conveyance turned up the drive and came across the lawn. The horses stopped right in front of the porch. Papa Noel sketched a salute. “I heard there were some very good girls who live here who wanted a ride with old Papa.” Eden clapped her hands and smiled at the old man. “Yes. I think that would be delightful.”

Dirk put his arm around her and led her to the sleigh. He assisted her aboard and pulled a couple of the fur throws over her. He turned to Zoe. “Come on and I’ll help you up.”

Bo followed behind his wife and when both ladies were settled in, the men sat beside them, each couple facing the other.

Papa Noel turned around from his seat. “You all ready to go?”

“Where are we going?” Zoe said.

“Around.” Papa Noel responded and clicked his tongue at the horses. “Let’s go, Blitzen and Comet.”

“How did you decide which reindeer to bring this evening?” Dirk asked over his shoulder.

“The others are over at Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop drinking absinthe. Bunch of sots.”

They all laughed at the thought of the reindeer hanging out in the oldest bar in America.

Adri’s frustration with the static town life of Boon is shared by his closest friends. His stepmother aggravates the situation with her unfair demands on his time, and Adri plans to leave as soon as he comes of age. The arrival of the survivors from dragon attacks interfere with his departure. The outsiders are closely followed by the fire breathing dragons who are intent of burning Boon. All looks grim, but the departure of the dragons opens a new exciting opportunity for Adri and his friends.


EXCERPT

Adri hurried toward one of the two junior schools in the town. His stepmother had nightmares about her young son being attacked or kidnapped as he walked to and from school.

An attack is a distinct possibility the way he treats the other pupils.

He turned into the school compound in time to see the pupils erupting from the door. Vala’s son approached, and threw his bag on the ground.

“You carry it.” The child turned and walked out of the compound.

Only a few more days, Adri reminded himself as he picked up the bag and followed the boy. Once the celebrations for Landing Day are here I’m gone.

Thoughts of his father came to mind and once again he wondered why his father had married Vala.

It’s bad enough my mother died, but did he have to marry within months, then die himself.

His father’s actions had left him under the guardianship of Vala, but not for much longer. A few more days and Adri would be considered an adult and able to live on his own. He and his friends would leave Boon to have some excitement in their lives, not the dreary day to day life they had grown up with.

Vala called them brothers, but they were not blood relations. Raf was the son of his stepmother’s first husband, and the boy’s mother spoiled him to the point of ruining him.

He entered the house in time to see Vala fling her arms round Raf.

“How’s my little man? Did you have a good day?”

“Oh Mum, stop it. I’m too old to be smothered.”

“I’ll get you something to eat.”

Vala hurried into the kitchen while Raf flung himself into a chair. Adri dropped the boy’s bag next to him. Before his stepmother could return he left the house, but heard his stepbrother call out.

“Mum, Adri’s leaving again.”

With a burst of speed Adri turned into the next street before Vala could make it to the door and scream at him to return. He shrugged his shoulders to release the tension and hurried to the town square.

On the outskirts of the ever present Alliance’s watchful eye, William Reynolds has served as mayor and preacher for the better part of a decade. Life is good, and he sees no reason to change anything. When a family fleeing the Alliance’s oppression comes his way he doesn’t hesitate to hide them. Reaching out to the people in need proves to be more dangerous than he could ever have anticipated, and once events are set in motion, there is no going back.


EXCERPT

William lived in a world of uneasy dreams. His people were screaming, dying, being burned alive, and he needed to pull free from whatever held him so he could rescue them, but invisible forces kept him back. The dreams faded into merciful darkness.

When he finally returned to reality, he had problems focusing his eyes. The ceiling looked a lot like a beautiful woman, and she rotated above him. He squeezed his eyes shut again, but had time to see a mass of blonde hair and a cute nose.

The fragments of memories and dreams came together. He was a prisoner of the Alliance, and his people, everyone he knew were dead. It was his fault. He didn’t understand how, he had been so careful, but he still led the enemy right home. He wanted to return to the darkness, hopefully forever, but the woman wouldn’t let him. She held a cool hand against his forehead.

“I think he has a concussion.”

A cynical male voice answered, “It happens.”

William opened his eyes again and struggled to sit up, even though the room revolved around him. Everything bathed in a light so bright it shot bolts of pain through his skull, but when he squinted and shaded his eyes with his hand, he could make out four bare metal walls and a metal ceiling. The cell didn’t even have a visible door. “Where am I? Who are you?”

The man stepped closer and crouched next to him. “You’re a guest here at Casa del Travis. If we’re lucky, he’ll forget about us, or kill us before we reach Central.”

The woman said, “You should probably lie down. You’re still bleeding. I’m Isabela, and he’s Aaren. I think there are more people in other cells. I can hear them through the walls.”

Aaren chuckled. “Of course there’re more prisoners here. This is a prisoner ship, and it’s what they do. So, what’d you do that’s so bad they let you live?”

Eunice is considered an old maid at the age of 26, but more than fate has kept her single. She’s in love with one of her father’s employees, a common laborer. Not only is Freddy beneath her socially, but he’s half-black, something unforgiveable in her father’s eyes. As WWII echoes like thunder in the distance, the pressures pushing them apart seem overwhelming. Is love enough to conquer society and family prejudice?


EXCERPT

Outside, Freddy saw the sweep of headlights turning into the drive and he let out a soft moan. “That’ll be your father, dearest,” he said softly. “Go home.”

“Why?” Her voice trembled.

“Because I’m one man, and he’ll have brought twenty.” He heard the steel enter his tone, and she stiffened, her eyes widening. “If you want me beaten to death tonight, you just stay defiant, woman.”

For a moment, she sat motionless, then Eunice pushed herself to her feet, her sodden pink dress hanging heavily off her slender curves. “I’ll go home, Freddy, but you remember this. You think I’m some wilting flower to be coddled and cared for, but I’m not. I’m more than you think, Louis Fredrick Clarke.”

With that, she turned and walked steadily towards the door. When there was a hammering knock, Freddy jumped forward to stop her, but she pulled open the door and stared into the face of one of the town’s young men.

“Arthur, put down that stick, you fool. I came here on my own, and Freddy just threw me out. You have nothing to defend. Now take me home.”

Heather Fisher Black’s third man of the year has just exited right when she needs a date for Christmas dinner. The whole gang from Win’s War will be there and everyone will have a partner, even Win’s grandfather. Maybe the man who’s been underfoot could go by her side.

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BIG Blog Hop

When one of my cyber friends  asked if I wanted to participate in a Blog Hop — well, it sounds fun, huh? Like a dance. Go see her blog at http://francespauli.blogspot.com/ and check out her recommended authors.

As she led the first step Frances Pauli asked me about the working title of my current book.

My current work in progress is Starting Over Book Three: Finding Her Voice. The link to this book on my blog is http://www.lynetteendicott.com/?page_id=107.   This is also my primary project for NANOWRITMO, for those of you who can empathize with the long hours of writing this month! (While this is third in a series of three, each book stands alone.)

Where did the idea for the book come from?

This started out a very different book, about a woman whose husband left her. To my amazement, as sometimes happens, as Jen developed in my mind I realized she is a woman who loses her child. The story had been incubating somewhere deep inside me, and comes from my observations of people close to me who have had this crushing, sad and life changing experience and somehow still manage to go on living.

What genres does the book fall under?

The book is contemporary romance, the third in a series about starting over. As you can imagine, though, there are elements of women’s fiction in the first part of the book especially, as Jen somehow gets through the days and nights after her daughter’s death. She builds a group of cyber-friends who have shared her experience, and one day out of that unlikely source she finds a man she can trust, who is willing to walk with her in her grief and rebuilding.

What actors would you choose to play in the movie rendition?

The heroine is part Native American, so someone tall, willowy, with strong facial features. Hmm. Maybe Q’orianka Waira Qoiana Kilcher, the woman who played Pocahontas in The New World.  The hero could be played by Johnny Depp. Definitely a kindof quirky character with a bit of an accent from somewhere in the UK.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

When she lost her precious daughter, Jennifer Robinson knew her life would never be the same, but maybe she and her daughter’s little dog could travel together to find the music, find her voice, find their own path to living after their loss.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

I am an author with Desert Breeze Publishing, which has also published the first two books in this series.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

Since I’m not quite done yet I have to guess — three months?

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

Maybe some of Nicholas Sparks’ sad but loving books like A Walk to Remember or The Notebook or others. The difference is that the loss comes at the beginning of this book.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

My brother and his wife lost a daughter when she was very young. Other close friends lost children and whether it was at age 8 months or 17 years or 30 years, the loss changes everything. Nothing is ever the same again, but somehow these parents have managed to keep on living and to keep on making an impact in the world, even with their tremendous pain. That is a story that needs to be told.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Because no person can really fully share such a loss, my little terrier mix named Oliver found his way into the book to grieve with and love Jen. If you are an animal lover I think you will find that Ollie brings a very special warmth to the book.

Starting Over Book Three: Finding Her Voice will be available in July. You can find the first two books in this series, and the first of the Time After Time Saga with Tami Dee at http://amzn.to/NpIFdg along with the trailers for all three books.
OK, now for my own favorite five authors/blogs — please visit their sites:
Patty Froese at  http://www.pattyfroese.com writes inspiration romance and excellent blog posts. Loved Perfect on Paper and can’t wait to read her latest release. Legally Wed.
Maria Hammarblad at http://www.scifiromance.info/2012/11/high-gravity.html writes fun science fiction with romance  — Kidnapped was a winner for me.
I also enjoy the historical Christian romance by author Tina Pinson   http://www.tinapinson.blogspot.com/ including When Shawdows Fall, and Shadowed Dreams part of a series written during and after the civil war.

And Steppenia McGee’s Legacy of Lies is what she calls Christian Fiction with a flair – a modern cowboy story that will keep you turning those pages. http://www.stepheniamcgee.com/ (Not a blog but great posts there.)

If historical romance is your favorite try Shirley Kiger Connolly’s Say Goodbye to Yesterday  http://shirleykigerconnolly.com/ This is an inspirational book with a twist of a dark past to keep you guessing.