Did you choose your genre or did it choose you? I’d have to say that my genre chose me. I never know what I’ll be writing next until the images start floating around in my mind.
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write? I went to high school in the 70’s. Where I’m from, college was never pushed. I was told by my teachers that I had a habit of gazing away or tuning out. Being the 70’s they probably thought I was high, but I wasn’t. (At least not all the time.) Lol. It was my imagination, but no one ever told me I could take those thoughts and make a book out of them. I was taught how to type and pushed out the door with a pat on the back and a number to call Kelly Girls. (A place that found you work.)
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why? Like I said, I came of age in the 70’s. I may have been a daydreamer, but I did other recreations that were popular back then. I drank my quota already, along with other self-medicating means and have cashed in my fun tickets, as they say. I’ll take a Shirley Temple, please. And, since I’m feeling mighty frisky this evening, make that with extra cherries, barkeep. lol
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that? Nothing tangible, but the rhino’s a great idea. No, I’ve just learned, with age I guess, that it’s best to let yourself get down and feel like a failure for a day or two if you’re really hurt by someone or something. Cry, lament, moan…then…always get back up, lick your wounds and jump back on the horse and try again. I mean, why not, what have you to lose? We all end up in the same place in the end anyway.
It seems we all endured English and/or World literature coming up in high school…What was the worst book you were ever forced to read and what about it turned you off? Wow. I can’t think of one that I hated to read. I really enjoyed them all. Wait…you know what? I didn’t like Jonathan Livingston Seagull. I really didn’t get it.
You have a million dollars that you must donate to one charitable organization. Which one would you choose and why? Anything to do with abused children and animals. I don’t get it. It hurts my heart to even think of abusing the innocent of our world.
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it? I worked as a secretary for years. I also worked at a bank. I’m not exaggerating when I say this…I hated it. I couldn’t stand my job/jobs. I wasn’t meant to be a secretary. I don’t have it in me to be that organized or analytical. If only I had learned that years ago.
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write? I’m a good ‘ol catholic girl and those nuns put the real fear of God into us. I can write somewhat naughty stuff, but I can’t go too far. My inner nun won’t let me. lol
I’ve been asked, as has my husband, if we do “all that stuff in my stories.” Do you get asked this and if so how do you handle it? Yeah. Sometimes I don’t want to write something because I’m afraid people will think I did it or something. I just figure if they want to think I did, oh, well, let ‘em. I’m not that interesting and if my characters are and they want to think that character is based on me, wow…compliment!
I had an editor early on that showed me the way…have you had anyone in particular that gave you a gentle **ahem** nudge in the right direction? How did they do that and how did you react? I absolutely love my editor in chief, Jay Austin, at Devine Destinies. She is the absolute bomb. She tells it like it is, but with such grace and kindness, you don’t even know she’s gently guided you into the right direction. I prayed for someone like her, and there she was.
Wine or beer? Years ago I would have said, “Bring ‘em both on board, Captain.” lol
Satin or cotton? Cotton all the way. Shabby, torn cotton.
Fries or tots? Fries.
Cake or pie? Cake, lots of it.
Steak or burgers? Burgers.
Candle light or pitch dark? Candle light.
Beautiful Cornelia Bainesworth cared only about herself and her own life the night the Titanic went down. A curse brought on by a woman who witnessed her selfish behavior that evening destroys her, but it doesn’t stop there.
One hundred years later, the curse rears its ugly head in the life of small-town teenager Callie. As if the tragedy of her boyfriend’s death wasn’t enough, strange occurrences bring her to the brink of insanity. Callie’s search for answers is unsuccessful until a nerdy schoolmate takes up her cause and together they experience frightening apparitions, unexplained phenomena and chilling truths. These truths turn Callie’s life upside down and reveal a shocking ending to a story that began on the deck of a ship doomed the moment it saw light.
Young, rambunctious Rose lives with her father and two sisters in a world of magnificence and splendor, maids and servants at their beck and call. On the dawn of the Great War, when the world is still innocent and clean, Rose is taught to inhibit her natural instincts of curiosity and inquisitiveness. She is trained to be quiet and lady-like by a governess who expects nothing less than perfection and a father whose love reminds her daily that she can have anything her heart desires. Only one thing is forbidden. The Door. The secrets that lay beyond it, she is told, are so unfathomable that to gaze upon them will cause only death. Unfortunately, Rose must know. She must find out what those secrets are and whether The Door is an exit to the freedom she craves or an entrance to a hell from which she’d never find escape.
Alexis Duncan and her family move into a home once owned by an evil tyrant, and are blissfully unaware of the horrors that await them. Strange apparitions, orbs floating in the woods outside their windows, and frightening specters in their bedrooms are only the beginning. Alexis alienates her hardcore boyfriend, Joe, and his cronies, after meeting a young man named Reed who understands the manifestation of ghostly occurrences. He sets out to save her from them and also from an insanely jealous Joe. He'll kill to save her, even if it means losing Alexis in process.
Jaylyn reluctantly relocates with her fiancé to a falling down antebellum mansion on the outskirts of a small Virginia town. Unfortunately he leaves her for his new boss’s daughter and informs her to do whatever she wants with the house and land. She meets Eli Jacobs, a down on his luck farmer, who grew up in the area and loves the old home and surrounding farm. Instead of selling the property, she agrees to hire Eli and together they work to get the place back to its former glory. When Hubert finds out a corporation is willing to pay whatever it takes to secure the land the house is on, he reneges and does everything in his power to thwart their efforts and make their lives miserable. Unfortunately, the house has other inhabitants who at first seem to dislike Jaylyn and Eli, but in the end, prove to be the answer to all their prayers.
How many times have the carts run through the funhouse at Conniesyaught Park? After one hundred years, Nick and May Connors and their four children figure plenty. It's what's inside the funhouse, however, that won't let them rest at night and keeps them looking over their shoulders during the day. After sitting abandoned and forlorn for over thirty years, they bought the old park and hotel on the lake with the good intentions of refurbishing it. Unfortunately, not everything or everyone in life wants to be restored and the family finds out the hard way when ghosts of the past make their presence known to the future, in an ominous and uninviting manner.
One night and one stupid mistake turned the life of suburban housewife and mother Tilley Jenkins into a prison of paranoia and fear. Dancing and drinking on a rare girl’s night out, feeling young and sexy, she flirts with a man she met briefly. Before she knows it she’s had too much to drink and no way home. She wakes in the morning and finds herself in bed with him, the first man she’s slept with, besides her husband, in twenty-five years. Her guilt spirals her down the pathway of depression and alcoholism while her spirited and popular daughter rebels and falls into the hands of neighbors involved in a powerful and outlandish cult. Tilley gets the shock of her life when she encounters the cult members and their strange beliefs as she fights to regain the trust and love of her daughter and regain her own self-esteem in the process.
Simone O’Henley, recuperating at a remote lakefront cottage from a devastating broken heart, finds anything but rest. The noises and moans she hears coming out of a nearby grove of trees terrify her, but are soon tempered by the company of handsome Jackson Taylor. The locals have never heard of him and are convinced he’s a land developer ready to snatch up their land at the first opportunity. He convinces Simone he is a simple caretaker looking over land for a friend, but her heart speaks the loudest. After he disappears, she travels far and wide to find him and the truth. A truth that turns her entire world upside down and throws everything she has ever believed into the winds of common sense and reason.